ALONE

BY TIEDCAT

She hops up onto her bed, and takes a look out the window, expecting the car to pull into the driveway even though her parents aren't due home for another few hours. The room is dim, the only source of light being the lampost across the street. She sighs to herself, and steps out of her pajamma bottoms. Her pink shirt doesn't even reach her navel, and she leaves it on.

She lifts her matress, and gathers the old pantyhose which her mother was throwing away. She wraps it about her ankles, it managing to get around twice before having just enough of either end left to knot it off. Two more, above and below her knees. Each of these she can only get around twice, but it still makes a pretty tight restraint.

She looks down at her tied legs, and hairless crotch. She flushes a bit, as she rubs her hands across her flat clothed chest. She stopped herself... she needed to finish.

She opened her mouth widely, and stuffed a white hankerchief inside. Another leg of hose, wrapped twice around her head, and very tightly knotted. She spoke a few words: a faint mumble. She screamed into the gag: Kind of loud, but impossible to make out. Good enough.

She tied a slip-knot, the long loose end tied to her bound ankles. Just a bit more... two more wrapped around her torso, just below her firm nipples, over the upper arms. The knots were tough to make, and would likely be even harder to get out of.

Finally, she lie down on the ruffled sheets over her bed, slipped her wrists behind her, and into the slip-knot, and pulled it tightly. The hose tightened around her wrists. She was now helpless. Her body flushed with warmth, as she tested her restraints, to find them quite secure. The hogtie wasn't too tight, but still kept her legs bent.

Working herself onto her knees, without falling off the bed, was tough. A bit of shouldering along the wall, and a bit of sweat later, and there she was. She looked out the window. A row of apartment windows, and of which could be staring in at her. She squirmed in the restraints, moaning into the gag, imagining herself unable to move out of their possible gaze.

Twisting fiercely, she fell to her side. Still, a few people could be looking in on her. She pulled on the restraints, but not to hard, as to not leave marks that would be visible the next day. She tried to pull down her shirt to cover her exposed buttocks, but thankfully, was unable to. Rolling onto her stomach, she wriggled her fingers, and toes... she pressed her exposed crotch to the matress, but it offered little relief to the ever increasing frustration.

With two fingers, she tightly pinched the flesh of her behind, and let out a small yelp... she slapped a bound hand on her flesh as hard as she could, all the while imagining it was someone else doing it to her. She slapped again and again, gyrating her nude hips into her bed... then, a noise.

A car pulled into the driveway: her parents. The party ended earlier than planned, and she could hear them loudly talking and giggling as they walked up to the door of the building.

She paniced, fighting fiercely against her self done restraints, but to no avail. She had scizors under her pillow, but it would take too long to get to them. She fought against the bindings, but they only seemed to grow tighter. Her eyes widened, her flesh turned pink (except for her buttocks which already were), and sweat poured from her small body.

The door opened. They were downstairs, taking off their coats. She froze, unsure what to do, just knowing she couldn't bear for them to see her like this. Suddenly, and idea: her bedclothes were still in a pile at the foot of the bed.

They began up the stairs, as she grabbed the edge with her toes, and strained to reach them with her fingers. They were upstairs, talking loudly, one enters the bathroom, the other the master bedroom. She bends as far as she can, and catches the sheet beneath her chin. They are just outside the door. She catches the sheet with her mouth, pulls it over most of her head, and closes her eyes, just as the door opens. They mention something about her being a little angel, and walk over, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. Her heart beats a mile a minute all the while, and she panics even more, as she remembered she tossed her pajamma bottomson the floor.

Maybe they are still too drunk to notice. Either way, they leave, being more quiet now, so as not to wake her. She sighs, as she hears the door to their bedroom close. Covered in sweat, bound helplessly, painful burns where she struggled in her restraints, yet still infinitely satisfied, she relaxes, smiled under the gag, and simply enjoys the experience.