Synopsis: a successful businesswoman has a deep fantasy that soon will become more real than she'd have liked to.

Samantha Hart was a young yet successful businesswoman. She had achieved some wealth with her business company. She was a hottie, redhead, green eyes enviable figure, yet she was a lonely woman. Tonight was her birthday and her plan was laying on her bed reading a book or watching a movie, alone.

When people looked at her, they saw a self-made powerful woman, yet a little lonely, who made a fortune out of nothing. However, what they didn't know was that she hid a secret fantasy. She had a fantasy about being bound and gagged. She sighed, wishing it would happen. Just once.

As she drifted off to sleep, she heard a soft click coming from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. Was that...? She crept to the door, peering through the crack. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw a figure in a black leather catsuit and a balaclava standing in the living room. Was it possible? Or was it just a dream?

Samantha felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. She opened the door a bit, making a bit effort to make no noise, and there she was. A woman dressed in full-black, covering her identity with a baseball cap and a neck scarf up to her nose. She wore a pair of leather gloves, too.

She had to admit, the robber was hot as hell. The thought of being at her mercy, helpless and unable to do anything... it was turning her on. She tiptoed back to her bed, sitting down on the edge and waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation.

The robber walked confidently into the bedroom.

"Shit, I thought this place was empty," she purred, her voice muffled by the mask.

"Please, don't hurt me" the redhead pleaded.

Far from scared, she felt excited. Her wish was about to become real.

"Oh, I'd never do such a thing. Not to a hottie like you. But I need to find a way to keep you out of my way while I ransack your place".

"Well... I've got some rope and tape under the bed. You may use them to tie me up so I can't cause you any trouble".

The robber analyzed her soon-to-be captive and searched under the bed to realize she was telling the truth.

"This better not be a trap, honey, for your own good".

"It's not, I promise" Samantha replied as she put her hands behind her back.

Samantha's heart raced even faster. This was it. She begged for her robber not to ask why she had that huge amount of bondage material. She just didn’t want to give her any explanation. Luckily, she didn’t.

She pulled a length of rope and bound Samantha's wrists together behind her back, then did the same to her elbows, thighs, knees and ankles. The touch of the nylon against her skin sent a shiver down her spine.

"There," the robber said, standing back to admire her work. "Now, that's more like it. But you're still too loud".

Next, she left the bedroom and came back a little later with a filthy pair of panties.

"Wait, there's no need for them to be used, you can take them from the drawmpppphhh".

She stuffed them into Samantha's mouth, forcing her jaw wide open. Then, she wrapped duct tape around her head, sealing the panties in place and muffling her screams. Samantha struggled against the ropes, her body tense and alive with arousal. She wanted the robber to touch her, to fuck her, to make her feel helpless and out of control.

"There's that," the robber murmured, stepping back to admire her work once more. "Much better." She paused, considering Samantha for a moment. "You know what? I think I'm going to leave you like this for a while. See how long you can last."

With a wink, she disappeared down the hallway, heading towards the front door.

Alone in the bedroom, Samantha struggled against the ropes, her body straining against the tight bonds. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, the combination of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She tried to wriggle her hips, to get some friction against her trapped clit, but it was no use. All she could do was wait, and hope that her robber would come back soon.

Time seemed to slow down as she lay there, helpless and exposed. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the ache in her arms and legs. She imagined the robber's hands on her body, teasing her sensitive skin, making her moan into the gag. The fantasy only served to heighten her desire, her body tingling with anticipation.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp tug on the rope binding her ankles. Her eyes snapped open as the robber reappeared in the doorway, a satisfied smile curving her lips.

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice muffled through the balaclava. "Look what I found." She crouched down next to the bed, running her gloved hands up and down Samantha's bound body. "I was hoping you'd be waiting for me."

Without warning, the robber tied Samantha's elbows tightly to her ankles, effectively hogtying her. Samantha cried out into the gag as the rope forced her muscles, the pain mixed with an almost unbearable sense of helplessness. The robber stood back, admiring her handiwork, before disappearing once more.

Alone in the darkness, Samantha struggled against the bonds, her heart racing in her chest. The pain in her limbs was excruciating, and every time she moved, it seemed to tear through her body like a knife. The gag in her mouth made it impossible to scream for help, and she could feel the warmth of her own breath fogging up the dirty panties stuffed between her lips.

She tried to focus on anything else, to distract herself from the agony, but all she could think about was how helpless she felt. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a plan to free herself, but it was no use. She was completely at the mercy of her attacker, and she didn't know when, or if, she would ever return.

Time seemed to slow down as she lay there, her body aching and her lungs burning from the lack of air. The darkness pressed in around her, and she could feel the coolness of the sheets against her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart, but it was no use. Every time she moved, every time she thought about what was happening to her, the panic would return tenfold.

The robber had been gone for what felt like hours, and Samantha had long since lost track of time. She could hear muffled noises coming from downstairs, the faint sound of voices and the clattering of dishes. It sounded like the robber was still here, still doing whatever it was she had planned.

When the robber finally returned, Samantha was relieved to see that she didn't look any more threatening than she had before. In fact, she looked a bit tired.

"Well," she said, her voice sounding almost bored, "I'm going to kidnap you along with your belongings. You're the most valuable item in this house, after all” she purred out of nowhere.

“MPhhhh?” growled Samantha.

A kidnapping scenario wasn’t part of her plans. She didn’t like it. Not like she had a word anyway.

Samantha wanted to protest, to tell her that she was just a normal girl with a normal life, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle into the gag. The robber shrugged and began to search through her room, gathering up her clothes, jewelry, and other possessions. After a few minutes, she came back and untied the rope binding Samantha's ankles.

"Come on," she said, hauling Samantha to her feet.

Samantha's legs were like jelly, and she could barely stand on her own. The robber had to support most of her weight as she led her out of the room and down the stairs. They went through the kitchen and out the back door, where a car was parked in the driveway. The robber shoved Samantha into the trunk, slamming the door shut.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Samantha kept yelling, to no avail.

As the car sped away, all Samantha could see was darkness. As she felt the sound of the engine fading away and all her protests came out muffled by the gag, she couldn’t help but wonder whether anyone will notice her absence, or how long it would take them to.

The car came to a stop. She felt a door getting close and some steps fading away. She had been left there, alone and with an extremely hard lesson: some dreams are best left to imagination.