This is the second part of a story I wrote ages ago. You can find it here:

Hope you like it!

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The plan was pretty simple.

During the weekend, Dr Anderssen would break into her house, dressed as a burglar, but not telling her exactly when, to catch her by surprise.

Far from nervous, Alyssa felt excited. Thrilled. She didn't even think of recovering, she could only think of having another person binding her roughly, more secured than simple self bondage she was used to.

She looked at the watch. 6 pm on Friday. Then turned on the TV, trying to get distracted.

They were casting a movie named 'Stolen Daughter'. The first scene she watched was a girl, bound and gagged in a van. What the fuck? TV was supposed to be a distraction!

She changed the channel and zapped til she found a feminine tennis match on Sports TV. She stopped there and focused on the players, avoiding the need of bondage she continuously felt.

From time to time, she looked at the apartment's door, eager to find the knob turning and face Dr. Anderssen, probably unrecognizable, ready to tie her up. However, nothing happened, so she continued watching the match.

Those two girls' movements and shouts had something that caught her. How nice it'd be to muffle those screams with a good tight gag.

Alyssa looked at the door again. Still nothing. She felt her womanhood getting wet, imagining herself in her beloved predicament. Checked the time. 7 pm. Only an hour had passed!!

Beginning to desperate she decided to change the channel. She put ‘Stolen Daughter’, but, although the movie was still playing, the girl was now free.

‘Shit’ Alyssa thought. ‘Well, maybe that’s better for me, so I don’t feed my obsession’.

However, the rest of the film had nothing interesting for her. She soon got bored, and could only think of the scene she had witnessed before, having the young girl being transported and bound and gagged.

She couldn’t resist so she pressed the rewind button and found the scene she was looking for. God bless modern TVs! However, this was of no help at all, since the feeling of needing a good tie and a good gag increased beyond measure. She couldn’t help it.

At some point, she couldn’t hold it anymore, so she stood up and addressed to her bedroom. She had promised Mara she would try not to tie or gag herself for the weekend, until her visit. However, she was so turned on that couldn’t stop herself.

Found the ballgag in her drawer. Then got to the bathroom and admired herself in the mirror while she buckled the device in place.

“Mphhhh” she moaned.

The soft sound of her gagged voice drove her even more crazy. She went back to the living room, gag in her mouth, and took another look at the door.

Zero. No news.

It was already 8.30 pm. Maybe, after all, Mara couldn’t do it for tonight. She didn’t specify any day in particular. Just the weekend.

So she laid on the couch and kept watching the scene. After some time, she decided to move on to something more ‘artistic’, so she searched in the browser for some bondage videos. That was a temptation too big to be held. Still gagged and even hornier, she began to rub her clit, feeling her wet panties becoming wetter. Got to climax in less than five minutes.

After several orgasms, her clit began to hurt and she felt exhausted. Too tired to go to bed, she closed her eyes for a while, still on the couch.

She was waken up by a gloved hand pressing her already gagged mouth.

“MPHHH” she screamed, surprised.

“My, my, looks like we found a kinky one”. A ski masked covered face stood before her. Even though her voice didn’t sound familiar, her blue eyes —the only visible part of her face—, convinced her it was her therapist, Dr. Mara Anderssen. “I’m sooo glad you like this kind of stuff, ma’am, because I’m afraid you’ll spend some time in tight bondage”.

‘YES!!’ Alyssa thought. At last, one of her deepest fantasies was to become real. Being tied up and gagged by a robber. Even though it was a pretended robber, still counted for her.

“I like you in that ballgag, let’s keep it in for now. But I’m going to need you to put your hands behind your back”.

‘Phew!’ Thought Alyssa. Mara wasn’t angry with her for not being able to resist her addiction. Or maybe she was, and was just playing her role. Anyway, Alyssa did as she was told and put her hands behind her back, ready to receive her ropes, and feeling her lust growing up. She was sooo ready to be tied up and wasn’t going to waste any more time.

As soon as the nylon rubbed her skin her hair rose, expectant. The first tie was nice, even better than expected. The ‘robber’ looped the rope around her wrists, and made it tight, really tight, actually. When she finished the first knot a question came to her mind: how can a therapist bind so well?

Not giving that thought more important that it should have, she focused on keeping enjoying her situation.

“So, are you enjoying this?”

“Mphhhhh” Alyssa moaned, satisfied.

“Wow, you’re the first victim to ever tell me is enjoying the predicament I put them to. Also you’re the first I see already gagged when I break in, so…” the robber mocked, laughing a bit.

‘What?’ Alyssa thought. ‘Never mind, she’s just playing her role’.

Dr. Anderssen kept adding more rope to secure her ‘victim’s’ body. The one binding her elbows was a bit painful at first, but then she realized how it made her breasts looked and thought it was worth it. The robber completed her job in that part by creating a rope harness around her chest. ‘Oh, my God’ she thought, letting out another loud moan.

“MPHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed.

‘Oh, fuck, this is soooo good. And it’s only beginning’.

“Let’s keep improving your enjoyment” the intruder mocked again.

Unexhausted, the intruder went on to work on her lower parts. Alyssa was only wearing a long shirt and her favorite panties, so the touch of the rope was complete in her legs. First, the ankles. She tied them even tighter than her hands, and kept working in her legs, above and below her knees. Finally, the thighs. Having them closed only made her feel her wetness more.

Not completely happy with her job so far, Mara got another piece of nylon that she tied around Alyssa’s waist, making sure she caught her bound wrists with the piece, to tie them to her ass.

‘If she adds a crotchrope now, I think I’m going to melt!’

“Now, ma’am, even though that ballgag looks pretty good on you, I think we’re going to have to change it for a more proper one”, next she addressed to Alyssa’s bathroom.

‘I’ve got the feeling I know where she’s going’ Alyssa giggled behind her gag. She took a look at the clock. 2 am. ‘Wow, that doctor really takes her job very seriously’.

“I’ve taken three of your dirty panties, plus the one you’re wearing I think it’ll make a good stuffing, don’t you think?”

“MPHHHHHHHH” she nodded, eager to be completely gagged.

“Ok, honey, so let me unbuckle that pretty gag of yours”

Once she had her mouth free, she opened and close her lips, trying to have them wet.

“Oh, yes, please gag me”.

“Wow, you really are unsatiable, girl. I must say you are such a discovery”.

“Please do it. Please shut me up. But first, if you may, can you give me a crotchrope? Please, please… I’m so horny right now, I need a good tie against my clit, I need to keep feeling the rope”.

“Hummmm…” the lady in black seemed to think about it. “Okay, honey. Since you’ve been such a willing captive…”

She took another coil of rope and this as she had been asked. As soon as the nylon rubbed her intimate parts, Alyssa moaned again, louder and ungagged this time, which only made her ‘intruder’ a bit annoyed.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes, pleaaase. Fuck I love this!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, you’re so loud, lady. Maybe we have to do something about that, won’t we?”

“Oh, yes, please. Gag me. I need it. Shut my mouth, nice and tight. Stuff it and make it nice, please. I wanna be gagged, I want to be silemphhhhhh”.

Cutting her sentence midway, Mara put a pair of panties inside her mouth, causing her let another moan out. Far from scared, she asked for more under her gag. A wish that the ‘robber’ soon complied, stuffing a second pair in.

“I think there’s still some room for more, ain’t it?

“MPHHHHHHHH” she nodded happily, smiling, and opened up to receive the third pair.

The taste was awful, but yet exciting. Smelling her intimate flavor was even funnier, turning her on more than she already was. She couldn’t help herself, and grabbed her crotchrope from behind, pressing it against her womanhood, but was soon interrupted by the doctor.

“We’re not done yet, ma’am. I think we could still add one more” she claimed, seemingly smilind under her mask, and pointing at the panties Alyssa was wearing. The girl nodded enthusiastically and opened her mouth once again.

The robber took a pair of scissors and cut her underwear, to immediately add them to the set. She then grabbed the ballgag and buckled it again, making sure the panties wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Not over yet”, she said, and grabbed two rolls of duct tape, one of normal silver tape and one of microfoam tape, and showed them to the girl. “Any preference?”

Alyssa took a second to point both of the rolls with her head.

“Your wish is my command, ma’am”.

So she cut seven strips of silver tape and placed them over the ball, from under the nose to chin, making sure the device wouldn’t move at all. Next, she took the microfoam tape and began wrapping it around her head. Alyssa didn’t know how many loops she did, she was too turned on to count.

Once finished, Alyssa found herself not only completely trussed up, from shoulders to ankles, just like she had always dreamed, but also massively gagged.

“MPHHHHH” she tried to scream through her newly applied gag, to find out she couldn’t be understood at all. Almost, not even heard.

“There you are, honey, nice and tight, just like you wished, right?”

“MPHHHHHH” she nodded.

“Well, keep squirming and fighting the ropes while I go do the job I’ve come to do”.

“MPHHH?”

“Robbing your house, dummie”.

Alyssa laughed behind the gag, she had completely forgotten about the roleplay.

“MPHHHHHH MPHHHHH” she screamed, pretending to be afraid, playing his part as a damsel in distress, but soon began giggling and moaning in pleasure again.

Mara did take her part. She began grabbing everything she could find around the living room and put it in her bag. Jewels, money, books, everything.

Alyssa laughed again, supposing she would give everything back when the roleplay finished.

“I’ll check your room” she said.

She couldn’t even hear her. Was too turned on. She grabbed her crotchrope and rubbed it again against her clit, feeling the bite of the nylon. Experiencing this was the most authentic feeling she had ever felt.

The robber came back into the living, and suddenly, her phones buzzed. Alyssa stood a bit to take a look. It was a message from… Dr. Mara Anderssen!

“Fuck! I was so focused tying you up I forgot to take your phone. Let me read that” the intruder said. “It’s a message from Dr. Mara Anderssen. She says: ‘Alyssa, I’m sorry, I won’t make it this weekend. I’m writing this from the hospital. My mother got sick, and she will stay here for the whole weekend, so I’m afraid we’ll have to leave our bondage breaking in for the next weekend. Try not to get tied up, please. That’s vital for your recovery.”

The moment of realization was scary for the trussed up and gagged girl, though funny for the intruder.

“So, hahahahahahaha. You thought that Dr. Mara Anderssen was me, right?”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed in panic.

“And what is this recovery about? Are you kind of a freak or something? HAHAHAHAHAHA” she kept mocking her victim.

“Mph…” the girl blushed a bit.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my God, this is so fun. Anyway, I should keep doing my job, so why don't you just laying down and enjoying your precious bondage?"

"MPHHHHHHHHH" she kept protesting, but the gag proved its effect again.

The robber then checked all the rooms of her tiny apartment, searching for anything she could take, while Alyssa, yet turned on, tried to get away.

The feeling of helplessness was too strong to be ignored though. She had to focus, she needed to get out of that.

The burglar had gone to the other room, so she took the chance to stand up. The crotchrope bit her clit again, so she had to make a huge effort to not let out a loud moan. Fuck, she was soo turned on. But she still had to get out.

Trying to ignore her increasing lust, Alyssa began to hop towards the door. Each jump took her closer to freedom, but it still seemed too far.

Besides, it was too hard to hold herself. The ropes felt soft and tough at the same time. Impossible to get loose, yet carefully applied. Such an awesome job. And the gag... oh my god. It was an undescriptable sensation. The mouth was kept open thanks to the stuffing, and the multiple layers over it made it impossible to utter a sound.

The whole set got her turned on more and more, despite the fact that she was being robbed.

"So we have a little bunny here" the robber's voice made her turn towards the second bedroom. "Looks like we'll have to have you a little more secured, don't we?"

"MPHHHHH!!!!!"

The worst part of it all was that, deep inside, she still wanted this. She wanted to be robbed, bound even more secured and humiliated. She still wanted to stay in bondage for as long as she could.

That's why when the lady in black caught her in her midway to the exit room and dragged her to make her lay down on the couch again, she didn't put much of a fight. Neither did she when the robber added another rope that tied her bound ankles to the rope binding her elbows, leaving her in a tight hogtie.

"There we are. Nice and tight. Are you comfortable, sweetie?"

"Mphhhhh" she protested, more softly this time.

"Well. It's been a real pleasure, lady. By far the easiest robbery I've ever carried out. But all good things must come to an end. And this is it".

"NGHHHHHMPHH!!" protested again.

"What? You want me to stay and play with you?

"MPHHHHH" she shook her head no, but, was she telling the truth?

"I'm afraid I can't, darling. The more I stay here the more probable it is that your muffled screams wake some neighbour up. Not like you can be heard very well, but... I can't takr the risk".

She then planted a kiss on Alyssa's gagged mouth and addressed to the door.

"Nice to meet you, honey. Wish you the best".

When the door closed Alyssa began to move again.

Struggling against her bindings was more arousing than useful. The bindings proved to be as secured as they can be and her gag muffled all her attempts of screaming efficiently. Besides, the bite of the rope against her skin, specially in her womanhood, resulted distracting. Why would she asked for a crotchrope?

Laying down, unable to move or do anything, the only thing she could do was wriggle around, but that only got her hornier. It was a never-ending story. Time and orgasms passed. She took a look at the clock. It was 5 am. She had been fighting against her predicament for three hours. Her elbows were hurting and her muscles felt numb. But still, she loved her predicament. Even though she didn’t know what was going to happen to her. Even though she may die due to hunger, or thirst, if no one of her neighbors could hear her. Despite her awful situation, she kept adoring every second of it, tasting the nasty flavor of her own panties inside her mouth, forced in by several layers of muffling materials, ropes circling her entire body, half naked. She still wouldn’t change a thing.

Trying not to fall into desperation, she grabbed her crotchrope and played with her clit again, until she finally got slept.

She woke up with the first rays of the sun sneaking through the window. Checked the clock. 1 pm. She hadn’t slept too much, but for sure felt enough. She tried to stretch but soon realized it would be an impossible task.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she wished she could be heard at last, but her attempts sounded even softer that morning. Seemed like spending some much time gagged had that effect on the voice.

She fought again, like the night before, but the result remained the same. Not a single knot seemed to loose even a bit. Little by little, she began to feel exhausted again, and horny. Soooo horny. She realized that she would probably never escape from that situation and yet didn’t care too much. Probably, when thirst or hunger attacked with fierce, she would go crazy. But, for now, none of that mattered. She wanted it. She needed it.

Hours passed by and the clock on the watch showed no mercy for her. However, finally, at 7 pm, when the total amount of hours being tied up got to 15, the front door opened.

“MPHHHHHHH” she screamed, trying to reach over the couch and know the identity of the newcomer.

However, the hogtie made that impossible, so she had to wait til Mara Anderssen stood right in front of her.

“Surprised to see me?” she asked, smile on her face.

Alyssa blushed. She was completely embarrassed, half naked and wet, due to orgasms and sweat. Even some tear abandoned her eyes before enjoying her predicament again.

“Okay, let me explain. It was me the whole time”

“MPHHHHHHHHH?” Alyssa couldn’t believe her ears. So, the nice bindings that had had her completely immobile for the whole night had been applied by her therapist? Nice.

“I told you that wow factor was vital, so I had scheduled a text message to be sent from my phone while being with you. That way, you would think I was a real robber and this all would make sense. By the way, I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t play your part. You were enjoying the whole time and even gagged yourself before me coming here, when you told me you wouldn’t”.

“Mphhhh” said Alyssa a bit embarrassed. Wasn’t Mara going to untie her? Not like she minded…

“So, you had to spend a long time in this situation, so that you grow a feeling of despise towards it, which I think you have. Now, let me bring you some water and I’ll ungag you and untie you, so that you can tell me your experience”.

She moved to the kitchen and came back with a plastic bottle of water. Then, Mara began to undo her patient’s gag. She needed to be careful about the first one. The tape stuck to her hair, making the poor girl let out some screams of pain.

“Sorry” came the therapist.

After unbuckling the ballgag, Alyssa took no time in spitting out the four panties that compounded her stuffing, and moved fast towards the bottle. Mara understood what she was trying to do, so she helped her to drink. When she finished, the doctor asked.

“So, how do you feel? No more bondage for you, right?”

“Please” Alyssa said in a tiny voice “please… gag me again. Please, I want to be shut up. I need… more… BONDAGE” she finished her sentence out loud.

The surprise shocked Mara, who thought this shock therapy would be enough for her patient to give up on bondage for good.

“I think we still have some sessions to go”.