A Girl and her Roll of Tape (F/Self)
Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 1:24 pm
I sigh, as I scribble away on the math notebook. I play with the bangs of my messy long blonde hair, so I can entertain myself, at least a little from the boringness and stress of day-to-day life. Thankfully, this Tuesday is a holiday, so at least I don’t have to spend it at school, I can just relax and work from home, maybe even draw if my family is gone.
I listen to my brother running around my room, another, a more annoying distraction from my goals. He suddenly stops. My heartbeat grows stronger as I hear the voice of my mother. Please tell me it’s nothing important...
“Minerva? We’re going out on a walk to get some new shoes for your brother, you’re staying home?”
“Mhm.” I respond, not even batting an eye at her, continuing to scribble away in the notebook.
As my brother leaves my room, prepping to dress up, I write away without a care in the world. I can just continue the drawing… This is the second attempt at it. Hopefully, I don’t fuck it up again.
As I hear my family leave, I get up, on my toes, and search up on the upper shelves of the bookshelf. My manga collection is still there, all intact. The old A4 drawing Portfolio is still there, but I’ve given up on drawings that small. I just can’t do it anymore.
A3….A3… There!
I pick it up, and I place it down on my desk, but as I open it I feel like I’m missing something?
Is there homework I must do RIGHT NOW? Can’t be. Are the drawings not ordered properly? That’s not it either… but something feels off?
My eyes open wide, as I feel my heartbeat again, the roll of tape flashing through my mind. Now’s my shot. It’s now or never. Adrenaline running through my veins, I slowly open my backpack. I can’t, what if someone’s at home?!
I quickly rush out of my room, growing more and more frantic as each second passes… and I quickly realise no one’s here. Now or never, I can’t waste my time like this. I return to my room, and I look into the mirrors of the closet. My long wavy blonde hair running down in between my waist and shoulders contrasting my dark blue eyes.
I look down at my pink pyjama shirt, black pants, and white ankle socks. Thinking for a few seconds, I realise the sleeves of the shirt are probably gonna be annoying to deal with, so it’s probably best I get rid of them. I take the shirt off, revealing a dark blue tank top underneath it. I look in the mirror and I realise that might’ve been a bit of a mistake, as the warmth in my body grows stronger.
I look away, and I head to my chair. Slowly opening my backpack again, I search for the damned roll of tape. I pick it up, my fingers are already shaky. Doubt is sown into my mind, what if I don’t like it? What if I hurt myself like this?! WHAT IF MY PARENTS FIND ME?!
I stare down at the devilish roll of tape, the warmth in my body lusting for it.
I pick it up, and I unwrap it, its loud noise sticking into my mind. Shit..that was really loud… no one’s home, right? I just checked, how can someone even be home?! Unless it’s a burglar... Though I’d rather not be found, even by a burglar, all tied up.
Breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm my heart down, I look at my ankles. I extend the roll of tape, and I cross my ankles, almost reflexively. Cross ankle tie it is then! I slowly wrap the tape around my ankles, over the pants, but I don’t feel anything? Am I just imagining things? Shouldn’t I feel something right now?
One wrap, two...three...four. This almost feels natural, it feels like I'm not tied up at a-?!
As I shift my feet, I feel the tight pressure of the tape. My eyes open wide in shock as I enjoy its pressure, feeling utterly amazed, my heartbeat slowing down as I feel the sheer joy of the bonds.
I want more.
Grabbing the scissors, I cut the tape from the roll, securing my legs together. Breathing heavily, I raise the tape to my wrists. I slowly wrap it around one wrist, and then I try to wrap the rest around both my arms, realising it won’t work, I cut the tape, and I restart, taping one wrist, and then cuffing the other with some tape. Wriggling my fingers with the scissors, I cut the tape, finishing the tape cuffs.
I pull my wrists and legs, struggling against the tight and indescribable pressure of the bindings. As I enjoy more and more of the bindings, I can’t help but wish for more, and a gag. I feel the warmth in my body slightly dissipate as I pull on the binds. I love them so much. How could I live without this before?!
I look at the PC clock. I’ve already been tied up for 10 minutes, but I can’t go on. What if my parents find me like this.
I pick the scissors with my fingers and rotate them towards my wrists, and I cut the binding. I unwrap the tape quickly, seeing just a small mark left on my wrists, and I continue down to my legs. Sheer joy takes over me, finally having acted, even if just for a short time, as a true damsel…
Getting up off the chair, I quickly realise why the warmth left my body, and I sigh, a bit annoyed.
Next time, I want more.
I listen to my brother running around my room, another, a more annoying distraction from my goals. He suddenly stops. My heartbeat grows stronger as I hear the voice of my mother. Please tell me it’s nothing important...
“Minerva? We’re going out on a walk to get some new shoes for your brother, you’re staying home?”
“Mhm.” I respond, not even batting an eye at her, continuing to scribble away in the notebook.
As my brother leaves my room, prepping to dress up, I write away without a care in the world. I can just continue the drawing… This is the second attempt at it. Hopefully, I don’t fuck it up again.
As I hear my family leave, I get up, on my toes, and search up on the upper shelves of the bookshelf. My manga collection is still there, all intact. The old A4 drawing Portfolio is still there, but I’ve given up on drawings that small. I just can’t do it anymore.
A3….A3… There!
I pick it up, and I place it down on my desk, but as I open it I feel like I’m missing something?
Is there homework I must do RIGHT NOW? Can’t be. Are the drawings not ordered properly? That’s not it either… but something feels off?
My eyes open wide, as I feel my heartbeat again, the roll of tape flashing through my mind. Now’s my shot. It’s now or never. Adrenaline running through my veins, I slowly open my backpack. I can’t, what if someone’s at home?!
I quickly rush out of my room, growing more and more frantic as each second passes… and I quickly realise no one’s here. Now or never, I can’t waste my time like this. I return to my room, and I look into the mirrors of the closet. My long wavy blonde hair running down in between my waist and shoulders contrasting my dark blue eyes.
I look down at my pink pyjama shirt, black pants, and white ankle socks. Thinking for a few seconds, I realise the sleeves of the shirt are probably gonna be annoying to deal with, so it’s probably best I get rid of them. I take the shirt off, revealing a dark blue tank top underneath it. I look in the mirror and I realise that might’ve been a bit of a mistake, as the warmth in my body grows stronger.
I look away, and I head to my chair. Slowly opening my backpack again, I search for the damned roll of tape. I pick it up, my fingers are already shaky. Doubt is sown into my mind, what if I don’t like it? What if I hurt myself like this?! WHAT IF MY PARENTS FIND ME?!
I stare down at the devilish roll of tape, the warmth in my body lusting for it.
I pick it up, and I unwrap it, its loud noise sticking into my mind. Shit..that was really loud… no one’s home, right? I just checked, how can someone even be home?! Unless it’s a burglar... Though I’d rather not be found, even by a burglar, all tied up.
Breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm my heart down, I look at my ankles. I extend the roll of tape, and I cross my ankles, almost reflexively. Cross ankle tie it is then! I slowly wrap the tape around my ankles, over the pants, but I don’t feel anything? Am I just imagining things? Shouldn’t I feel something right now?
One wrap, two...three...four. This almost feels natural, it feels like I'm not tied up at a-?!
As I shift my feet, I feel the tight pressure of the tape. My eyes open wide in shock as I enjoy its pressure, feeling utterly amazed, my heartbeat slowing down as I feel the sheer joy of the bonds.
I want more.
Grabbing the scissors, I cut the tape from the roll, securing my legs together. Breathing heavily, I raise the tape to my wrists. I slowly wrap it around one wrist, and then I try to wrap the rest around both my arms, realising it won’t work, I cut the tape, and I restart, taping one wrist, and then cuffing the other with some tape. Wriggling my fingers with the scissors, I cut the tape, finishing the tape cuffs.
I pull my wrists and legs, struggling against the tight and indescribable pressure of the bindings. As I enjoy more and more of the bindings, I can’t help but wish for more, and a gag. I feel the warmth in my body slightly dissipate as I pull on the binds. I love them so much. How could I live without this before?!
I look at the PC clock. I’ve already been tied up for 10 minutes, but I can’t go on. What if my parents find me like this.
I pick the scissors with my fingers and rotate them towards my wrists, and I cut the binding. I unwrap the tape quickly, seeing just a small mark left on my wrists, and I continue down to my legs. Sheer joy takes over me, finally having acted, even if just for a short time, as a true damsel…
Getting up off the chair, I quickly realise why the warmth left my body, and I sigh, a bit annoyed.
Next time, I want more.