House Sitting For Sis In Law

So there I was, finally, after all those months of planning, naked and handcuffed in a hogtie position on my sister in laws bedroom carpet. After being asked all those weeks ago if I could house sit for her when she went on a business trip my heart skipped a beat and my mind started to think about all those dark and deviant things I could do For those of you who know my dark mind you will already know that I am infatuated by my sis in law. She is my hypnotic drug, and yet no one in real world knows anything about my thoughts and dreams. So back when she asked me if I could look after her remote and isolated beautiful bungalow I started to hatch a depraved plan in my head, and here it was coming to fruition.

It's a whole other long story as to how I got to this very second, but in summary I had locked the doors, opened the windows to cool the place down to a very chilly temperature, went to her bedroom and stripped naked. With my heart racing I then raided her washing basket, slid on a pair of her discarded nylons, and then with shaky hands put a pair of her trainer socks in my mouth, one in each side making my cheeks bulge. I then put a still damp pair of her gym panties in my mouth and let out a groan as I inhaled and tasted her intimacy. Gawd I was in heaven! I felt so alive in the moment. I then found another pair of her nylons in the washing basket and put them over my head and tied the legs around my head so that they remained in place like a hood.

I turned to look at myself in her bedroom mirror and gasped in humiliating delight as I saw myself. "What a disgusting pervert" I thought. The final stage in my self-humiliation was planned to perfection two pairs of handcuffs, and the key which releases them frozen in a block of ice at the opposite corner of her fairly big bungalow. My knees gave way very nervously as I lay face down on her carpet, clasped the first set of cuffs around my ankles, holding them securely together. With the second pair I wrapped them around the first then after one final gulp of nerves; I clicked them on to my wrists, locking me in a very uncomfortable hogtied position.

My task to myself was to wriggle like a perverted worm to the other corner of her house, naked except for her borrowed items touching my flesh, across her cold hard laminated floor outside of her warm bedroom. Once there I could retrieve the thawed key and release myself. Simple, or so I thought.

Wriggling, uncomfortably across her bedroom carpet was very slow, and the carpet teased me between my thighs. I just hoped that my wetness wasn't leaving my scent and mark on her lovely expense flooring. Not only was it deliciously teasing my flesh, but after a few minutes I soon realised that my wiggling action was causing friction burns, and my nipples were starting to heat up. There was nothing I could do except continue on my slow and lengthy journey. I had estimated an hour or so in total after a quick dress rehearsal in my own home a few weeks earlier, but my plans were soon unravelling.

Upon leaving the warmth of her bedroom and worming my way on to her laminate floor I soon realised my fatal error in opening the windows. The laminate flooring was freezing! Gasping as my reddened flesh touched the chilled surface I could not help but let out a groan which nearly turned to sobbing tears, but there was nothing I could do about it. The naked top half of my body sticking to the laminate, only made it twice as difficult for me as my nylon clad legs slid on the flooring. I had to adjust my wriggle technique in order to move at all, and soon found out that my slow speed had halved. I seemed to move the smallest of distances for the greatest of efforts. I was soon exhausted, clammy, and starting to panic that I might never get there. Oh gawd help me.

My saving grace being that my sis in laws was away for a couple of nights, and no matter how long this took I would still get there.

With stiffened nipples, raw flesh, and reddened skin I continued my journey, ever so slowly. And then just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, a gust of wind blew through the bungalow from one end to another, with such a force that one of the doors closed even though I had put a door stop against it. Sheer panic!!

Fuck! Shit! Crap! And then just when I think this is the worst case, I hear Buster's paws on the cold hard floor behind me somewhere. How the hell did her dog get out of the locked room?

I heard him sniff his way towards my position; I wriggle in panic now, fighting my cuffs. My screams muffled with the clothing in my mouth. Heart racing. Tears forming in my eyes. And then ................

I awaken from my sleep, gasping for breath. Bolt upright, fighting for air as my husband wakes up beside in a fright too, asking me "Are you ok honey?"

"Oh gawd, sorry. Just a dream" I muffle between deep breaths. I lie back down on the clammy damp bedding, and don't go back to sleep. My mind spinning all night long thinking about housesitting for his sister next weekend.