“We offer this special report to give the audience an important warning. Diane Warrant, remember this name. An inmate that was imprisoned two years ago for heisting the Federal Bank. Or, should I say, a former inmate, since Diane Warrant escape last night from the Bondi County Jail. Be very careful! She’s been reportedly to be seen around the Bandgee District. If anyone has any useful information, please call…”

‘Really? No shit!’ I thought. Of course, I couldn’t say it out loud, since I had a stranger’s hand pressing my mouth tightly.

“Shtt, don’t move, missy. I promise I won’t hurt you, but you mustn’t scream, alright?”

I nodded my head yes so, little by little, the stranger removed the hand from my mouth. I slowly turned my head towards her. Of course, it was her. Diane Warrant, the woman the news were talking about. She was pretty hot, actually. Nice boobs, outstanding even under the orange inmate suit she was wearing. Beautiful honey eyes and a blonde hair. Pretty mouth, a little big, actually.

I must admit I’m not precisely ugly myself. Black skinned, blue eyes and curly black hair. I’m fit, in good shape, and I have my boobs and my ass in their place. But none of this is my most important quality. And the weirdest, too.

I’m addicted to bondage. No one has ever known about this. I had several self experiences but never dared to tell anyone. Not even my few boyfriends. I’m scared of them thinking I’m freak or something.

“Okay, honey. I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t do anything I’m accused of. But nothing of that matters now. I escaped and I need to unseen for a while. That’s why I need to make sure you don’t go anywhere.”

Wait. Did she just say what I thought she did? Was she going to tie me up?

“Sure. I mean, I don’t want you to tie me up, but I guess there’s no other way for you to be sure I won’t call the police or anything. So yeah, go ahead and do what you have to do.”

I tried my best to sound uninterested, or bored. Don’t know if she bought it. But my joy turned into frustration when I saw the clumsy bondage she had put me into.

She just took a scarf from over the couch and tied my hands in front of me. Then, she turned back to the window to check that the police wasn’t coming yet.

I struggled a bit against the scarf and soon got out of it.

“Ehem…” I found myself saying. “I’m not supposed to escape this, am I?”

“Wait”, she looked honestly surprised. “How did you do that?”

“Well, to be fair, it wasn’t too difficult. You’re not an expert criminal, are you?”

“I told you I wasn’t a criminal. Fuck! Now I must control you at the same time I look at the window.”

That’s when I saw my chance. I could try to trick her into tie me up. If I played my cards well…

“Okay. Let’s say I believe you. I believe you didn’t heist that bank and you were imprisoned unfairly. I could try to help you, and… I think I could help you tie me up.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Well, even though I believe you, I can see you’re desperate and you’d do anything to get away with this. So, if I’m tied up, and I mean completely tied up, I couldn’t be able to do anything to disturb you and get you nervous. Does it make sense?”

“Hummm… it kinda does. But I’d still be wearing this obvious outfit.”

“I can help you with that too. Just come with me.”

She was still perplex, but followed me to my bedroom. There, I offered her a more non-fugitive-like outfit, consisting in a pair of jeans, a grey hoodie and, to top it all, a tube scarf and a cap, to cover as much of her face as possible.

“Given the cold outside, no one would suspect if you wore this.” I told her.

“Hum, okay, I guess you’re right.” She changed into her new outfit and came again. “So, now, will we tie you up?”

“Sure. Let me grab this box and let’s get started.”

I took the brown box lying over the wardrobe and put it over the bed. Next, I emptied its content, which shocked the newcomer.

“Wow” she said as she saw the piles of ropes and duct tape over the bed. “What would you do with all this stuff, lady?”

“Oh, that. I own a hardware store. That’s all the material I bought online to get to the store.”

I lied, obviously. But she seemed to believe it. At least, she pretended she did.

“And what about this?” she came again. She had taken the pair of handcuffs I used in my selfbondage sessions.

“Oh, that. One of my boyfriends was a policeman. He left those behind after we broke up.”

“And why would you put them with your hardware store items?”

“Well… I thought they would be less in the way that way.” My cheeks were probably brighter than the sun at this point. But, again, she seemed to buy my version.

“Fine then, how do I start?”

“Okay, let me show you first” I said, and I grabbed one of the coils of rope to bind my ankles. “You have to loop it and get the middle point. Take the two extremes and put them inside the loop. Next, turn it around the ankles as many times as possible, and, of course, as tight as possible. You see?”

“Yes, it’s so different from the binding I put you into before.”

“Haha, don’t worry. Just keep watching.”

Then, I took another coil and repeated the process. In less than five minutes my legs were completely trussed up, ankles, below and above the knees and thighs. The lady besides me seemed to have learnt her lesson, so I gave her another coil.

“Okay. Next, I’ll put my hands behind my back, and you have to do exactly as I’ve been doing with my lower parts, okay? But remember, tie them BEHIND the back. This way, it’s more difficult for me to reach to the knots. Besides, if you want me not to really get to any knot, you should tape my hands first.”

“Alright. Sure.”

She did as I told her and I realized how much she had paid attention to my lessons. My improvised pupil did a good tie, after all. And having my hands covered in tape increased the feeling of helplessness.

“Is that it?” she asked when she finished.

“I mean it could. But, if you really want me not to be able to move, you should tie my elbows too. Not too tight, but tight enough to make it inescapable.”

“Oh, sure! I don’t want you to move at all. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate all your lessons and stuff, but I’ve got the feeling I still can’t trust you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. That’s totally understandable. And, by the way, if you want me even more helpless you should bind another rope to tie my hands to my waist, so that I can’t maneuver right.”

So she went on.

“By the way, missy. How do you know this much about tying people up?”

“Oh, hem, I’m totally addicted to action movies. Like westerns and that kind. There’s a lot of damsels in distress so I just got some tips.”

Another lie. Obviously. Not in a million westerns there would be such a tight tie. But, again, she seemed to buy it.

“Okay, nice and tight. How do you feel? Too tight?”

“Don’t worry. Besides, it has to be tight, remember? But, if you notice, I still could hop outdoors and try to get some help.”

“Oh, my God. That’s true. How do I fix that?”

“Easy peasy. Let me lay on the bed, head down. Then grab another coil and attach my ankles to the rope binding my elbows. That way, any chance of escaping is a dream.”

She did as I told her once again, and soon I found myself laying on the bed, completely trussed up. This was more like it! I began to feel aroused, there was only one more thing to go…

“Okay, so I guess I should be leaving now. Thanks for everything!”

“Oh, sure, sure. You can be leaving. I just feel like I must warn you…”

“About what?”

“Well… I can’t promise I can hold myself from screaming right after you’re gone.”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“I mean I could. Nothing’s stopping me. Unless…”

“Yes?”

Oh, shit. Didn’t she really know by now?

“Unless you gag me.”

“OH! Gag you! Of course!”

Then, she took the same scarf she had used to bind me in the first place and applied it around my face in a very poor cleave gag.

“There, nice and quiet.” She said, proud of herself.

I rolled my eyes and said:

“I’m not surepff this ipff gonna keppf me from screaminpffgg.”

“Oh, shit. I guess gagging process needs some teaching too, right?”

I nodded, so she took it off.

“Okay. If you want a gag to prevent your captive from speaking, you should stuff their mouth first.”

“Stuff?”

“Put the scarf inside my mouth”, she began to do it, but I stopped her. “Wait! Let me explain the next steps before. If not, I couldn’t do it.”

“Oh, sure. Haha.” She laughed a bit.

“Fine. After stuffing my mouth with the scarf, you should wrap my face with duct tape. The more you use, the softer the sound will come out. Next, even not necessary, you could apply one or two extra layers, like a scarf over the mouth and another one over the nose. This way, you will suffocate the sound even more. Oh, and by the way, remember to put up your mask before you leave, so no one can recognize you.”

“Wow, lady. You give really good advices!”

“Well… I just try to be helpful. Since you’re not the real robber the news say you are, I know you wouldn’t harm me.”

“Wow, those are some nice last words. Now, if you open up.”

I did as she said and she stuffed the first scarf inside my mouth. Next, she took the roll of duct tape and began wrapping it up around my face. I couldn’t count how many loops she did, but I can tell she did took my advice of doing as much tape as possible. Taking my word, she took two bandanas and applied an OTM gag first, and then an OTN gag.

That was it. Perfect, as it should be. Totally inescapable and muffling.

I began moaning softly.

“Now, I must admit you’ve been very helpful, lady. I don’t even know your name, though. I guess I never will, haha. But, following your lessons, I think a little overdo wouldn’t do much harm, would it?”

“Mphhhh?” I asked surprisingly as I saw her taking the roll of tape again.

She then began wrapping it over the parts of my body that weren’t covered by ropes. It was a detail I liked. The pupil had become teacher.

“Now, missy. You can pretend all you want but you’re not fooling me. I know you’re enjoying all this. You’re a perverted slut, aren’t you?”

“MPHHHH”. At this point, I knew I was totally blushed, and trying to hide the obvious wasn’t going to help me any way.

“Oh, yes, you are. But don’t worry, sweetie, I won’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret. I promised. In fact, I’ll tell you a little secret of mine as well.”

“Mphhh?”

“There’s something I haven’t told anyone. So, here it comes. I did rob that bank.”

“MPHHHHH?”

“Oh, yes, honey. I did. But, after our little session here, I think I should start robbing houses from now on, don’t you think? Much easier, hahahaha.”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“Oh, and in case you dare to tell anyone about my little secret…”

She then took my phone. Fuck! Why wouldn’t I put a password! She soon unlocked it and began taking pictures of my current predicament. Oh, shit. So embarrassing.

“I’m taking your phone with me. If you dare to tell anyone about my secret, I’ll tell anyone about yours. Deal?”

I blushed and protested a bit through my thick gag, but finally nodded.

“Great! Well, darling. It’s been so great meeting you, but I’m afraid I must leave now. Oh! And take care, I’ve heard there’s a very dangerous fugitive around!”

She then left the room, but soon got inside again.

“You know what? I’m thinking that, since I’m beginning a new robbing-houses business, why don’t I just start with yours? Don’t bother to answer, I know you LOVE the idea. So, don’t worry and keep enjoying your predicament, I won’t disturb you, honey. By the way, I’ll be taking these. They may be helpful.” She added while showing me my beloved handcuffs.

Next, she put up her mask, as if she wanted to get into the role of a robber, and disappeared again.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” I yelled once again, but my so wanted gag proved to be very effective.

So, while a real life robber ransacked my house, like in one of my living fantasies, I just could laid down in sweet and an increasing arousing and think about how much I had to regret.

First of all, I had helped a wanted criminal to escape from justice. I also had taught her how to truss up a lady so that she wouldn’t distract her while robbing her house. I had let her tie me up, even though I didn’t even know where someone would come to my house or realize I had gone. I had let her take my handcuffs, not allowing me to practice any selfbondage session in the near future. I also regretted not to have put an unlocking code in my phone.

But, honestly, what I regretted the most and what made me think of this episode as a missed chance was the fact that I didn’t ask her for a crotchrope!