Brother-in-Law Find Me Self-Bondage

My older sister, Jennifer, is already married and has a house with her husband, Jonathon. They are both in their early 30s. I, Katie, am 23 years old and I still live with my parents. Every once in a while, I join them for a game night or something, and I might sleep over in their guest room. They even started calling the guest room, "Katie's room." I even had a spare key to the house.

On one particular summer day, both Jennifer and Jonathon go to work before I wake up. Usually, I would leave and go back home, but I am curious and alone, so I decide to explore. I start looking through the house and checking cabinets before I accidentally stumble upon a treasure trove of sex toys. I slam the drawer shut and start to leave, but I become overwhelmed by a sense of jealousy.

My sister, Jennifer, and Jonathon have a house of their own to do whatever crazy things they want, but I still live at home, and I cannot do anything without my parents finding out. I have always wanted to be tied up, but I never had the opportunity. I open up the drawer again and I take a good look at the toys. My eyes fixate on an under-the-bed bondage restraint set. It came complete with velcro cuffs and carabiner clips. I could not stop myself. I decide to try it out.

I return to the guest room with the bondage gear. In a hurry, I set it all up. I strip so fast that I practically throw off all my clothes. My clothes are scattered all across the room. I lay flat on the bed and I secure all my limbs to corners. When I secure my last limb, my right hand, I feel sexual bliss. I gently tug on all the restraints enjoying my helplessness.

Some time goes by and I decide it is time to pack up and go home, so I tug on the velco cuff a bit harder. It does not release. I try my other limbs. At this point I realize my mistake. The velco cuffs are actually strong. I had assumed that with a hard pull, they would come undone. I was very wrong, and now I am very stuck. I squirm for a bit before inevitably accepting my fate. I am stuck naked on my back at my brother-in-law's house, and I will need someone else to release me.

Hours go by and the front door finally opens. "Jennifer?" I call out for my sister.

"No, it's me, Jonathon. You're still here?" Jonathon calls back.

"Yes! Don't come in!" I yell back frantically. "Do you know when Jen gets back home?" Jennifer was a nurse, so I knew she worked odd hours.

"She just texted me that she isn't coming home until tomorrow morning. She picked up a double shift," Jonathon calls back. I hear some concern in his voice, but I know that he isn't the type to open a door without knocking. I weigh my options. There is no way I can stay here an additional 12 hours. I am going to have to call Jonathon in.

"Jon, I can't wait that long. I am stuck, and I need you to come in. But... this is embarrassing... I am not wearing any clothes. Please don't look at me! I am so embarrassed, but I do need help!" I plead through the door. He stays silent for some time. He must be weighing his options.

"I'll just call your Mom and ask her to come over," Jon replies.

"No!" I shout back defiantly. "Don't call Mom! Please, just come in, but don't look!" Jonathon opens the door slowly with his hands over his eyes. "Please, release my left wrist," I beg.

He stands there all confused. "Can I look?" Jonathon asks. "I don't know what you need me to do." I lay silent. I am not sure how to respond. Jonathon chimes in again, "Katie? How am I supposed to help you if I can't see anything?"

I decide to swallow my pride. "Fine," I respond. "But please, don't judge. I am really sorry." Jonathon opens his eyes. He must have been welcomed to a truly exciting surprise to see his petite, 23-year-old sister-in-law tied spread eagle to the bed completely naked! He had a straight and open view of my vagina, which was soaked, and my entire torso. Even more, I forgot to close the window shades, so I was basked in the afternoon sun. Anyone who had walked by the house and decided to look closely at these windows would have seen me.

"I am really sorry!" I continue to explain. "I found your guys' ropes and I wanted to try them out, but I got stuck. I have been stuck like this for hours! I just need you to free one of my hands." He stays silent. He is still staring at me. "Please, stop staring. I need your help," I plead.

"You are enjoying this," Jon announces.

I wiggle a bit uncomfortably on the bed. He is right. Anyone with a view of my vagina would come to that conclusion, but I wish he'd stop staring. "Please, just let me out," I demand.

"After you tell me the truth. Do you enjoy this?" Jon asks.

I stay silent. It becomes clear that he intends to wait for me to answer. I am not really in a position to barter, so I relent. "Yes, I do. Now will you let me out?"

"Katie, your sister also really enjoys bondage," Jon replies. "If you want, I can let you out right now. Or... no judgement at all from me, I can get some of my other bondage equipment, and I can let you have a few hours of fun. I think you will enjoy it. You can trust me."

I really wish that he didn't mention that my sister also enjoys to be tied down naked, but apart from that, I seriously consider the proposition. I want to be freed. I am overwhelmingly embarrassed. But, I am also very horny. I think about my jealousy of not having a place of my own for this. And I think about how this may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My embarrassment begins to fade. I decide to find out more. "What will you do?" I ask.

"I am going to grab some of my bondage toys. I will put them on you, and if you don't like it or you want me to stop, you can just let me know and I will stop," Jon responds.

I am hesitant, but my urges give in. "OK, sure. Let's try that," I announce. I hope that I didn't sound too desperate. Jon nods. He goes upstairs and comes back with a whole bag.

"First, let's get you nice and tight," Jon says. He tightens each limb one by one using the under-the-bed restraints. "Can you try and get out for me?" Jon asks. I oblige. I can barely wiggle. I am feeling nervous, but this is also the most horny I have ever felt. "Do you like feeling this helpless?" Jon asks.

"Yes, I actually kind of do," I respond.

"Good girl," Jon affirms. I burst into a smile. "And all good girls wear collars," Jon says next. He places a thin, light blue collar around my neck. He grabs the hook of the collar and pulls me toward him. "This means that you are now mine. I own you. You are my pet." He reaches down and touches my clit. A moan escapes from my lips.

"Uh oh!" Jon teases. "If you are going to make noise, I am going to have to keep you quiet. Let's put a gag in, shall we?" He pulls a black ball gag out of the bag. He brings the ball gag toward my mouth. Without hesitation, I open wide. He places it in my mouth and fastens the buckle around my head. I can't say anything now. "Good girl," Jon says.

He decides to tease me some more. "How is anyone going to see you with these windows closed?" he asks. "Let's open them up." He opens the windows. Anyone walking by who bothers to look will be able to see me as clear as day now. I am enjoying it. I love the feeling of exposure. "Your sister loves this, too," Jon says.

"Next, let's put a blindfold on you." Jon slips a blindfold over my eyes. He decides to check in. He lifts the gag out of my mouth and asks, "How are you doing?"

"I am really excited and really nervous all at the same time! I love this!" I reply with a huge smile.

"Do you trust me?" Jon asks.

"Yes, master".

"Good girl." Jon slips the gag back in. I am unable to speak and unable to see. Juices are starting to drip out of my vagina. I feel Jon's finger slip into my vagina and I let out a loud moan into the gag, but Jon isn't done. He places some headphones around my head and plays some music. I can't speak, hear, or see. Next, to my amazement, I feel Jon licking my clit. I am caught off guard, but I love it. Soon, I am squirming, wiggling, and moaning with pleasure. As pressure builds, I have a large full body orgasm. By now, I am covered in sweat. I feel Jon give me a little bite on my breast.

Then, Jon let me go. He releases my cuffs from the carabiner clips. I lay on the bed in beautiful naked agony. He gives me a little kiss on the cheek and leaves the room.

Some time later, I work up the energy to get up and go to the kitchen. I don't bother putting on any clothes, and I don't bother taking off my collar or the Velcro bondage cuffs. I grab a Gatorade from the refrigerator. Jon is sitting in the living room. I can tell that he is really admiring my body. I turn around and I give him a really long, good look at my backside. Jon comes over and he cups my cheek with his hand. He cups my breast with his other hand. "Good girl," Jon affirms. "Now, it is best you take a shower, put some clothes on, and go home before anyone starts to wonder where you are. You can keep the collar. You'll need it for next time."