Ally finds Katie in Self Bondage

All participants in this story are 18 and older.

I have enjoyed self bondage since I was 18. I started off as an amateur. I used belts and toy handcuffs to create bondage situations, but I could always easily escape. As I got into my mid-twenties, I started to get more daring. I bought some bondage equipment. I bought leather cuffs that went around my ankles and wrists, and an under-the-bed bondage kit. I would padlock all four limbs to the straps until I was spread eagle across the bed. It was always challenging to find time though because I did still live with my parents and my younger 19-year-old sister.

One day, after a particularly long time without bondage, I finally had the house to myself. I decided to be extra kinky that day -- I left my bedroom door open. I was completely spread on my bed. The padlock key laid right next to my right hand, so that I could free myself one limb at a time when I was done. I laid on my bed, enjoying and fantasizing about the restrictive bondage I was in. I was enjoying my helplessness -- until I heard the house door open.

I froze. Who was home? I laid in silence until a voice called up to me. "Katie?" I heard. Ally, my younger sister, had come home early. I dared not respond. Nevertheless, she started approaching my room. I heard the foot steps getting closer and closer as I fumbled to straighten the key. Ally could now sense my presence. I turned and there she was, glaring at me from the doorwell.

"Why are you naked?!" Ally yelled. I fired back, "I am doing something! Get out, you bitch!" I quickly realized my mistake. Out of pure anger, Ally rushed at me and slapped me in the face. The keys I had been fumbling with fell to the floor. But when I did not immediately strike her back, Ally fully grasped the situation for the first time. Her older sister was tied down and spread to the bed -- naked!

I did not know what to do. I helplessly peeked over the side of the bed to catch a glimpse of my keys laying on the floor. Then, I looked back at Ally. Inquisitively, she walked to the side of the bed and picked up the keys. "Ally, give me those keys!" I demanded. Unphased, she asked, "Do you need these to get out?" She looked at my restraints. Then, as if she had answered her own question, she walked away with the keys.

"Come back!", I screamed, but I got no response. Ally did return. She came back holding some duct tape and a sharpie. "Give me the keys," I again demanded.

Ignoring my request, Ally asked, "Do you have any toys?"

"What? No! Give me the keys!" I snapped back. Ally then reached down and twisted my left tit. I yelped in pain.

"Let's try this again. Where do you keep your toys?" Ally repeated. Defiantly, and regrettably, I pointed to my underwear drawer. Ally goes in there and rummages around. "Are these dog collars? Gags? Nipple clamps? You are into some crazy stuff," Ally remarks. I am embarrassed. I don't know what to say. Ally pulls out my wooden bit gag, my neon green dog collar, a pair of my blue underwear, my blindfold, my nipple clamps, and my vibrator.

"Ally, please, what are you doing?" I ask.

"Quiet!" Ally shouts. She stuffs the panties in my mouth and closes it in with my bit gag. "These ropes have much too slack, don't you think?" Ally teases. One by one, she tightens each limb with the under-the-bed restraints buckles. Then, she knots the restraints against my bed frame. The whole time, I beg of her to stop, but all that escapes my mouth are sad muffles. In the end, I am tightened spread eagle. I can barely wiggle. With my mouth and my limbs out of service, whatever chance I had to resist is now gone.

Little did I know, Ally was just getting started. She pulls out her sharpie and proceeds to write "pet girl" and "bitch" across my belly and inner thighs. Then, she draws kitty whiskers on my face, and she puts my collar on me. "Who is the bitch now?" Ally smugly and rhetorically asks. "You call me a bitch, but you literally have dog collars. You can't make this stuff up." Next, Ally puts the nipple clamps on my tits. They hurt.

"Katie, I am going to be leaving shortly," Ally admits. "Before I do, I need you to understand that I am going to be taking pictures and videos. If you tell Mom or Dad about this, then who knows what I would do with those pictures? Do you understand?"

I nod in agreement. I am terrified and embarrassed that there will be pictures of me exposed like this, but I am relieved that Ally was finally going to let me go. If only it were actually going to be that simple.

In her final act of humiliation, rather than handing me the keys, Ally tossed them onto my chest. She then sensory deprives me by blindfolding me and putting my noise-cancelling headphones on. I cannot see, hear, or move. Next, I feel something cold pressed right up to my clitoris. And it gets secured by tape both around my leg and to my pelvis. Then, it starts to vibrate. She is putting the vibrator on me! No! Please, stop! I yell into the gag, but I cannot speak or hear anything. I squirm and fight against the restraints, but I can barely move. All I feel is the vibrating stimulation and the stinging of the nipple clamps.

As far as I know, Ally has already taken her pictures and left me there naked and helpless. The key was so close but still out of reach. I could not see, hear, speak, or yell. And perhaps the most embarrassing of all, I was orgasming. For what felt like an eternity but what was probably no more than an hour, I suffered a painful sequence of orgasm after orgasm. I was in pure agony; I was in hell. I helplessly squirmed against my restraints -- until mom found me.

As I lay there in darkness, a sudden burst of light comes over me. Mom is standing over me with the blindfold in her hand. She looks at me disapprovingly. I tried shouting that I was stuck but my muffled pleas were unintelligible. She takes off my headphones and I can finally hear again. My muffled pleas are interrupted at the worst possible time by my next orgasm. I yelped and squirmed against the restraints for seconds of pleasure and pain. I was so embarrassed. I could not believe that my mom was seeing her own daughter orgasm. "You're disgusting," she says as she picks the key off my chest and places it into my hand. I am left there alone to release myself.

That night, Mom and Dad both gave me a long lecture about what kind of stunts are appropriate in the house. They were under the impression that I did that all that to myself and got stuck. They took away all my sex toys. I was humiliated and embarrassed that they knew what I was up to, and I was embarrassed that Mom saw me like that. And I also understood that because of the pictures Ally now had of me, my embarrassment would be much worse if I had told them the full truth.