Self-Bondage at Aunt Penny's House (M/self)
Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2021 1:49 pm
"Tonight? That's a six hour drive. I'll have to book a hotel. Mhm. Yes, No, it's fine, I have my company card. Okay. See you tomorrow." Aunt Penny hung up the phone, put her hands on her hips, and let out a sigh.
"Who was that?" I asked, mouth full of toast.
She walked in to the kitchen, heels clacking on the tiled floor, floral perfume wafting in after her. "We have new clients coming into the Edinburgh office tomorrow, and they want me there. I'm so sorry, darling. You don't have to finish the living room if you don't want to do it alone; I can always call in a decorator."
I shook my head, "no, it's fine. I can finish it while you're gone. None of my mates are back for the summer holidays yet so it'll be nice to keep busy."
She beamed and trotted over planting a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you, you're so kind."
She disappeared up the stairs, and after I'd finished my breakfast, she reappeared, suitcase in hand. Although Aunt Penny was an older lady and a little out-of-shape, she was an attractive women. She wore heels, a pencil skirt, satin blouse, suede jacket, and bright red lipstick, and her blonde hair was cut into a bob. She looked very elegant and refined, in stark contrast to the grungy slacker I was at the time. A mass of tangled brown hair sat on my head, and I was dressed all in black. I wore a tight fitting band tee, skinny jeans, a studded belt, and large black combat boots. Aunt Penny pushed some loose hair from her face which was beading ever so slightly with sweat.
"Thanks again, darling." She called. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge. You can take my bedroom while I'm gone. The bed's a hell of a lot bigger and comfier than the one in the spare. No house parties though, please." And with that, she slammed the door behind her and was gone.
With Auny Penny gone, there was no reason to behave with much decorum. I blasted music all day as I finished the last coat of paint in the living room. I was throwing myself around, headbanging and shouting along to Doom and Discharge. Occassionaly, I caught a glimpse of a neighbour going by, stopping to stare with some concern at the young man thrashing about and making such a racket. I don't think it was a common sight in such a well-to-do area.
After a long day of decorating, I was exhausted and headed up to Aunt Penny's bedroom. It was a spacious room with dark red walls and a large king-size bed in the centre with dark red sheets. I hopped onto the bed and switched on the TV on the dresser. I flipped channels for a while until I found one running that episode of The Simpsons with the Babysitter Bandit. When it got to the scene with the Babysitter Bandit hogtied and gagged in front of the TV, my brain began to whirr.
I opened my overnight back, and pulled out my supplies, some rope, a 2-inch ball-gag, and some vet-wrap, and then raided Aunt Penny's drawers for a pair of underwear.
I hopped onto the bed, and added some rope above and below my knees, and then bound my ankles, tying a little noose using the rest of the slack rope. I tied a little coil of rope for my wrists, and put it to oneside inside the noose. I slipped the gag into my mouth, buckling it tightly behind my head, and wrapped the vet-wrap around my head a good few times. As a bit of added self-humiliation, I slipped my Aunt's underwear over my head and wrapped more vet-wrap around my mouth and eyes, cacooning my head. I then wiggled my wrists into the coil of rope either side of the noose, and then pulled my legs away, tightening the noose and cinching the wrist coil.
I struggled happily for some time, rolling from side-to-side. I pretended I'd been the victim of a home invasion. I cried out for Aunt Penny and made feigned attempts to get my hands free from the restraints. I fantasized about masked men tramping through the house, ransacking the place. I played the feisty captive, barking and grumbling into the gag, making drool bubble at the coreners of my mouth which sunk into the vet wrap and the underwear. Then I fantisized about them finding Aunt Penny and leaving her hogtied and gagged next to me. I imagined us feeling utterly hopeless and I whined and sobbed into the increasingly soggy gag. I'd been working up a sweat for a good hour or so when I heard car tires on gravel.
I froze.
Then I heard a handbrake. Then a car door open and shut. Then footsteps up the drive. Then a key in the front door. I let out a little muffled cry and began to struggle for real, but my hands wouldn't come loose.
"Hello, I'm back!" Aunt Penny called from downstairs.
I tugged harder at the restraints, but I could't get free. I whimpered, terrified of being caught in such an embarrassing predicament. Aunt Penny's heels clacked across the floor and up the stairs. I worked at wiggling myself under the covers, but they just slipped further down the bed and flopped onto the floor. Her heels clacked across the upstairs landing, then stopped at the bedroom door.
She knocked.
I froze.
She knocked again.
I thought I heard the door handle move.
I held my breath.
...
...
...
Aunt Penny's footsteps receded and I heard another door in the house open and close. After a few seconds, I finally allowed myself to breath again, panting and moaning softly into my gag. I relaxed, and my wrists immediately slipped out of the bonds. Typical. I quickly got to work untying myself. I crammed my supplies back into my bag and her underwear into her laundry basket, and then got back into bed. My heart was pounding in my chest. I lay awake for hours, thinking about what would have happened if I had been caught. Would she have understood?
It was early morning when I finally drifted off, and I was woken at 9am by a soft knocking at the door. Aunt Penny entered wearing a big, fluffy, white dressing gown, carrying a full English breakfast and a cup of tea on a wooden tray.
"Good morning. Breakfast for the workman." She giggled.
I thanked her, and then feigned surprise that she was back so soon. She put the tray on my lap and sat at the end of the bed.
"The client cancelled last minute so I just turned around and came home. I got in about 11, but you were fast asleep I think." She smirked, and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes," I smiled sheepishly, "out like a light."
"Who was that?" I asked, mouth full of toast.
She walked in to the kitchen, heels clacking on the tiled floor, floral perfume wafting in after her. "We have new clients coming into the Edinburgh office tomorrow, and they want me there. I'm so sorry, darling. You don't have to finish the living room if you don't want to do it alone; I can always call in a decorator."
I shook my head, "no, it's fine. I can finish it while you're gone. None of my mates are back for the summer holidays yet so it'll be nice to keep busy."
She beamed and trotted over planting a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you, you're so kind."
She disappeared up the stairs, and after I'd finished my breakfast, she reappeared, suitcase in hand. Although Aunt Penny was an older lady and a little out-of-shape, she was an attractive women. She wore heels, a pencil skirt, satin blouse, suede jacket, and bright red lipstick, and her blonde hair was cut into a bob. She looked very elegant and refined, in stark contrast to the grungy slacker I was at the time. A mass of tangled brown hair sat on my head, and I was dressed all in black. I wore a tight fitting band tee, skinny jeans, a studded belt, and large black combat boots. Aunt Penny pushed some loose hair from her face which was beading ever so slightly with sweat.
"Thanks again, darling." She called. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge. You can take my bedroom while I'm gone. The bed's a hell of a lot bigger and comfier than the one in the spare. No house parties though, please." And with that, she slammed the door behind her and was gone.
With Auny Penny gone, there was no reason to behave with much decorum. I blasted music all day as I finished the last coat of paint in the living room. I was throwing myself around, headbanging and shouting along to Doom and Discharge. Occassionaly, I caught a glimpse of a neighbour going by, stopping to stare with some concern at the young man thrashing about and making such a racket. I don't think it was a common sight in such a well-to-do area.
After a long day of decorating, I was exhausted and headed up to Aunt Penny's bedroom. It was a spacious room with dark red walls and a large king-size bed in the centre with dark red sheets. I hopped onto the bed and switched on the TV on the dresser. I flipped channels for a while until I found one running that episode of The Simpsons with the Babysitter Bandit. When it got to the scene with the Babysitter Bandit hogtied and gagged in front of the TV, my brain began to whirr.
I opened my overnight back, and pulled out my supplies, some rope, a 2-inch ball-gag, and some vet-wrap, and then raided Aunt Penny's drawers for a pair of underwear.
I hopped onto the bed, and added some rope above and below my knees, and then bound my ankles, tying a little noose using the rest of the slack rope. I tied a little coil of rope for my wrists, and put it to oneside inside the noose. I slipped the gag into my mouth, buckling it tightly behind my head, and wrapped the vet-wrap around my head a good few times. As a bit of added self-humiliation, I slipped my Aunt's underwear over my head and wrapped more vet-wrap around my mouth and eyes, cacooning my head. I then wiggled my wrists into the coil of rope either side of the noose, and then pulled my legs away, tightening the noose and cinching the wrist coil.
I struggled happily for some time, rolling from side-to-side. I pretended I'd been the victim of a home invasion. I cried out for Aunt Penny and made feigned attempts to get my hands free from the restraints. I fantasized about masked men tramping through the house, ransacking the place. I played the feisty captive, barking and grumbling into the gag, making drool bubble at the coreners of my mouth which sunk into the vet wrap and the underwear. Then I fantisized about them finding Aunt Penny and leaving her hogtied and gagged next to me. I imagined us feeling utterly hopeless and I whined and sobbed into the increasingly soggy gag. I'd been working up a sweat for a good hour or so when I heard car tires on gravel.
I froze.
Then I heard a handbrake. Then a car door open and shut. Then footsteps up the drive. Then a key in the front door. I let out a little muffled cry and began to struggle for real, but my hands wouldn't come loose.
"Hello, I'm back!" Aunt Penny called from downstairs.
I tugged harder at the restraints, but I could't get free. I whimpered, terrified of being caught in such an embarrassing predicament. Aunt Penny's heels clacked across the floor and up the stairs. I worked at wiggling myself under the covers, but they just slipped further down the bed and flopped onto the floor. Her heels clacked across the upstairs landing, then stopped at the bedroom door.
She knocked.
I froze.
She knocked again.
I thought I heard the door handle move.
I held my breath.
...
...
...
Aunt Penny's footsteps receded and I heard another door in the house open and close. After a few seconds, I finally allowed myself to breath again, panting and moaning softly into my gag. I relaxed, and my wrists immediately slipped out of the bonds. Typical. I quickly got to work untying myself. I crammed my supplies back into my bag and her underwear into her laundry basket, and then got back into bed. My heart was pounding in my chest. I lay awake for hours, thinking about what would have happened if I had been caught. Would she have understood?
It was early morning when I finally drifted off, and I was woken at 9am by a soft knocking at the door. Aunt Penny entered wearing a big, fluffy, white dressing gown, carrying a full English breakfast and a cup of tea on a wooden tray.
"Good morning. Breakfast for the workman." She giggled.
I thanked her, and then feigned surprise that she was back so soon. She put the tray on my lap and sat at the end of the bed.
"The client cancelled last minute so I just turned around and came home. I got in about 11, but you were fast asleep I think." She smirked, and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes," I smiled sheepishly, "out like a light."