Synopsis: a former bondage model gets her house invaded. Instead of feeling terrified, she'll find herself helping a clumsy burglar.

Charlotte woke up to meet a gloved hand over her mouth.

"Shtttt, don't make a sound and everything will go fine for you" a female intruder, all covered in black, hissed her. Her features were covered by a black balaclava, but Charlotte could notice she was pretty, yet much stronger than her. That's why she just nod her head yes to stay out of trouble.

Charlotte Mann was a single 40-year-old single woman. She was petite, standing on 5,10ft. Yet she was really hot. She had a tanned skin and pretty curves. Her hair was long and red and had blue eyes.

When the unwelcome newcomer took her hand off her mouth, she said.

"I won't cause any trouble, I promise. Just do what you have to do, and go".

"That's what I like, cooperative victims. Now if you stay still, let me do my job and I'll be gone before you notice".

The robber then took a coil of rope from her bag and instructed Charlotte to put her hands together in front.

The hot milf wasn't unfamiliar to bondage. Due to her nice features, she had worked as a model a couple times when she was younger, meaning she had been tied up and gagged from time to time.

However, she had never been tied up as clumsily as the job the burglar did on her.

She had just bound her hands in front and her ankles together, not even gagging her.

"Now, stay quiet while I go do my job".

She hadn't even left the room when the ropes fell without Charlotte even struggling.

The robber looked at the redhead wide-eyed.

"You don't do this much, do you?"

"Well..." the robber answered, feeling her face blushing under the balaclava. "This is actually my first robbery. I've been going through a lot lately and... I don't know I'm not a bad person. Just want to eat and live!"

Charlotte began feeling sorry for the newcomer. Before her stood a poor woman who just wanted some money to make a living.

"Okay. I'll leave, but please don't report me" she begged.

As she was heading to the door, Charlotte stopped her.

"Wait. I'm willing to teach you, as long as you don't rob my house afterwards".

"How is that?" the robber asked.

"I'll tie you up, like properly. Then I'll untie you and let you tie me up to see how much you've learned, is that fine?"

"And why would you do that?"

"Well, let's just say I feel sorry for you".

"And what do you know about tying people up?"

"That's not the point. I've got my sources, that's it. Do you want to do this or not?"

"Sure... I guess".

Charlotte then wasted no time and gathered a few coils of rope she kept in the wardrobe.

"Well, first of all, your victim's hands should be tied BEHIND her back, never in front. That way, it's more difficult for her to reach the knots".

"Well, that makes sense" observed the supposed villain as the host tied her wrists behind her back.

When the redhead was done, she grabbed another piece.

"Next, you'd want your captive to have her upper body truly secured. To achieve that, you could either bind her elbows together, her arms to her chest, making a chest harness, or her already bound wrists to her waist, or several of them. Since the second one is the hardest for a newbie like you, I'll go and do the rest".

"Ohhh... kay" the robber replied, still not completely aware of how she'd come to such a situation.

Charlotte forced the robber's elbows together, to which the newcomer made a sound of complaint.

"Sorry".

"No problem, go ahead".

She used a piece of rope to bind them, and moved on to tie her wrists to the waist.

"See? Now your upper body is completely immobilized".

"Yes... I see that. It has little to do with how I bound you before".

"Honey... what you did on me... I wouldn't call it 'bound'. Anyway, now that you have your victim's upper body completely immobile, you wouldn't want her to run away. So... sit down on the edge of the bed, please".

The robber obeyed, as she felt a new cord of rope looping around her ankles, that were soon tightly tied up. Her calves, knees and thighs followed, until her lower body was as strictly restrained as her upper one.

"Now, you're completely immobilized. But there's two things you still can do. First one: you can hop around and, eventually, manage to escape. That's why I'd want you to lay down" Charlotte forced her intruder down on her bed, and bent her knees. "And keep your feet as close as possible to your wrists".

Next, the redhead bound her wrists tightly to her ankles, leaving her in a tight hogtie.

"And, last but not least, you wouldn't want your victim to scream for help, right?"

"No, I guess not".

"That's when gagging takes place. You have to gag your victim, and to gag her properly, you need to stuff her mouth".

"Stuff?"

"Put something inside her mouth in order to have it full, and then put something over to make sure she can spit the stuffing out. A little bit of humiliation usually works. That way, your victim's self-esteem can break down easier, which would make her not to try to get out so fiercely. That's why I'd recommend you to use panties. If I may..."

Charlotte pulled up the woman's balaclava and quickly put a pair of panties she had taken from her drawer inside her mouth.

"Wait... nopffffff".

She then grabbed the roll of tape and began wrapping it around the robbers head, covering her panties inside.

"You see? Don't you feel humiliated? Like you want to cry? That's the feeling you must seek your captives to feel when you break into her place".

"MPHHHhhhh".

That's when the robber realized of how naive she had been. She realized the mistake she had committed.

There was nothing that would push that redhead MILF to let her go. She had broken into her house, threatened to rob her and even tried to tie her up. That lady didn't have any reason to free her.

However, to her surprise, Charlotte said:

"Okay, now I'll let you go and you can try on me. I'll let you put your balaclava back on correctly. And don't worry, I didn't see your face".

The robber raised an eyebrow, but let herself do.

In a matter of minutes, she had been freed from her bindings, and she began to unpeel the tape gagging her.

When she was completely free, she turned and almost choked when she saw her victim-to-be. She was fully naked. Her figure was enviable, especially when one thought she was over forty.

"One thing I haven't told you is that ropes dig better when they are applied on bare skin. Clothes will only make it easier for your victim to wriggle and will have more chances to get free".

"Wow. You... you give really good advices".

"I'm glad you say that and glad they're useful. Now you can go and try your lessons on me. I think you should start on my feet, so that I can see what you're doing and guide you in case you need it".

"Sounds great. Thank you, ehm..."

"Charlotte".

"Charlotte, thanks, really".

"You're welcome. I've got the feeling I'm committing a mistake, teaching you how to rob houses. But hey, you have to promise this is only temporary, until you find a better job".

"I give you my word, ma'am".

She giggled and put her feet together, waiting for the ropes to encircle her ankles.

"Wow, this looks just right. Seems like you're a good fast learner".

"Thank you, ma'am" the robber giggled behind her mask.

"You can make it tighter, honey. Promise I won't complaint".

The robber did as she was told and tightened the ropes a bit, before following up. Soon, she had Charlotte's legs completely useless.

"Wow! This is amazingly tight! Good job! Seems like you're ready for working on my wrists!" Charlotte observed.

The robber moved up and tied Charlotte's wrists together, even tighter than she had worked on her lower body. Next, she moved on to her elbows.

"Does this hurt?" she asked innocently as she pushed them together.

"Don't worry, I can handle" Charlotte replied bravely.

The masked figure couldn't help but notice how the MILF's amazing breasts stood out when she had her elbows bound. She even saw her nipples hardening a bit. Was this whole thing turning her on?

Anyway, she didn't care, she completed her bindings by tying her wrists to her waist.

"Now, can you lay down?"

"Of course".

Charlotte wriggled around until her face meet the blanket. Then, the robber used a shorter cord to bind her ankles to her wrists, leaving her in a tight hogtie.

"Now, remember what I told you about humiliating your victims?"

"I do, and I was thinking. Wouldn't an used pair of panties would be much more humiliating than a clean one?"

"You get it. But you know what would be even more humiliating? Stuff two pairs instead of one".

"Okay, I see that, hehe".

The robber, who had started to find the whole situation rather amusing, grabbed the pair of panties Charlotte had been wearing before stripping naked, and the pair that had previously been inside her mouth, and pushed them both inside the redehad MILF's mouth, who received them with a moan.

"Now, close your mouth, if you please" ordered the masked woman.

Charlotte closed both her mouth and eyes. As soon as she felt the touch of the tape surrounding her mouth, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. It had been a while since she was bound and gagged for the last time, and she didn't realize how much she missed it.

The robber completed twelve loops around the host's head, before cutting the tape.

"Mphhhhhh" Charlotte groaned.

"Wow, I must admit, you seem much more restrained this way, hehe".

"Mphhhhhh" Charlotte grinned behind her gag.

"However, I think I'm just going to rob you anyway".

"MPHHHHHHHHH?"

"Yes... I mean, I'm grateful for you teaching me and even for letting me go when you had no reason to. But... you know, a girl needs to eat".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Charlotte protested.

"Enjoy your stay, ma'am, I've got the feeling you will. I've got a house to rob".

So she left, leaving the poor host bound, gagged and humiliated, protesting through her gag and wondering how she had been so stupid.

The first thing that came to her mind was to call the police, but she quickly realized that the phone was on the nightstand, just out of her reach. She began to panic, squirming and struggling in the tight ropes, her body moving sinuously under the bedspread, which only made her binds tighter.

Her heart raced as she thought of the robber escaping with her precious things, but she couldn't let that be the only thing she felt. The way the ropes dug into her skin, the way the panties filled her mouth and the tape was pressing on her cheeks and nose was something she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

A sudden warmth spread through her body, and she couldn't help but remember the thrill of her past modeling sessions. The bondage had always been something she had enjoyed, even though she had never admitted it to anyone. For the people hiring her, it was just another job that she had to do and go. Deep inside, she felt an exciting feeling when those ropes used to dig into her skin.

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal, and she bit down hard on the panties in her mouth to muffle her moans. The sensation was oddly comforting, a strange feeling of vulnerability and powerlessness that she had missed.

The room grew quiet, and she heard the sound of the robber rummaging through her things. The occasional clink of jewelry or rustle of fabric only served to heighten her anxiety. Yet, she couldn't ignore the growing wetness between her legs.

Her thoughts raced as she tested the strength of her bonds. The ropes held firm, and she felt a strange sense of peace in her helplessness. The more she struggled, the tighter they became, and the more aroused she grew.

The bed dipped as the robber returned to the room, a bag in hand filled with Charlotte's possessions. She stopped in front of the bound woman, admiring her handiwork with a smug smile.

"Well, I think I've got everything of value here. But before I go, I want to make sure you're really secure." The robber reached out and gave the ropes around Charlotte's wrists a hard tug.

Charlotte's eyes watered with pain, but she couldn't hide the excitement building inside her, although she tried to look defiant. The robber's touch was firm, almost possessive, and it sent a thrill down her spine. Despite her protests, she felt her body responding to the situation, her nipples stiffening and her breath quickening.

The intruder leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto Charlotte's.

"You know, I think I've found a new line of work," she whispered, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "I could get used to this... seeing women like you all tied up and at my mercy." She paused for a moment, her gloved hand tracing the line of the rope around Charlotte's chest. "Maybe I'll make it a regular thing."

Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She couldn’t believe she had turned a wannabe blundering crook into a bondage professional burglar. The robber leaned down, her breath hot against Charlotte's cheek as she whispered,

"But don't worry, I'll always remember my first lesson."

With a final tug on the ropes, the robber disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, leaving Charlotte to contemplate the gravity of her decision. The house grew eerily quiet, and she lay there, listening to the sound of her own breathing, the ropes digging into her skin and the gag pressing against her cheeks. The realization of what she had allowed to happen began to set in, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach and the wetness between her legs.