Synopsis: a kinky lonely MILF sees her deepest and kinkiest fantasies become true when a masked intruder breaks into her house in the middle of Halloween night.
2024. Halloween’s night, and Jamie Mayflower was alone at home. She had some plans for the night, but it had nothing to do with going around asking for candies, that would have been awkward, being a 40-year-old single woman. She wasn’t planning on going to any party either, her plans were a bit kinkier.
Jamie was a bondage addict. She loved feeling helpless and having a huge gag muffling her attempts to scream. So her plan was basically staying at home and practice some self-bondage while countless children rang her house expecting some candy and sweets that she would not be able to give them,
She put on her yoga pants that did nothing but accentuate her curves, wear a sleeveless tanktop and styled her blonde hair in a ponytail. She wore a pair of sexy glasses over her blue eyes.
When she was finishing preparing her gear to spend a lusty night, someone rang her door. She put the ropes back in the bag and attended the door.
“Trick or treat” a group of children said. There was a Batman, a Superman and a ghost, classic.
“Oh, so sweet” said Jamie.
She got back in the house and took a bag of candies. The only one she’d give that night. From the moment those kids leave her house onwards, she’d be unavailable for visits. She got back out and handed them the bag.
“Have fun!” she said, and closed the door.
She got back inside and got to her room. However, as son as she grabbed the bag that was supposed to contain her bondage supplies, her heart skipped a bit. A bag of candies was the evidence of the cruel reality. She had given those kids the wrong bag.
She rushed outside and searched for those three kids, but to no avail. Angrily and embarrassed, she got back inside, relieved that, at least, she didn’t know those kids, so she wouldn’t have to go through the hell of shame giving their parents any explanation.
Little did she know that, the kid under the sheet dressed as a ghost was Tommy, her best friend’s Kira’s son.
Some time later, Tommy got home and found her mother sitting on the couch.
“How did it go, honey?” Kira asked her son.
“Fine, mum” Tommy replied as he took off his ghost costume. “Although miss Mayflower gave us some really weird things”.
“Didn’t she give you candy?”
“No. Look, check it out”.
Tommy handed Jamie’s bag to her mother, who suddenly felt a smile growing on her face.
“Well, Tommy, I think you better go to bed. I’ll give this bag back to Jamie tomorrow”.
“Fine, mum” the kid replied.
Both mother and son got upstairs to their bedrooms.
Meanwhile, Jamie handled the frustration as well as she could. What seemed to be a rather fun night turned out boring as fuck.
All of a sudden, her boredom came to an end as a gloved hand landed over her mouth.
“Shush, honey” a female and strict voice whispered. “Seems like I’ve hit the jackpot tonight”.
Jamie trembled as the unwelcome newcomer threatened her.
“So now I’m going to take my hand off your mouth but trust me, screaming won’t do you any good, understood?”
“Mphhh” Jamie nodded.
When she was free from her intruder’s restriction, she turned and saw her.
She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a hoodie and a scarf covering her lower face.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?”
“I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” The intruder replied, rather amused. “But as you’ll understand, I need to keep you out of the way while I ransack your house”.
She took a coil of ropes from her bag and Jamie understood that her bondage night was going to happen anyway, but not the way she’d want.
“Take me to your bedroom, darling. At least, you’d be a little more comfortable” the intruder demanded.
Jamie’s heart raced as she led the way, her mind racing even faster. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for anything she could use to defend herself, but there was nothing.
“Take off those yoga pants and that top, I want to see what’s underneath,” the intruder ordered, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Jamie’s eyes widened in horror as she realized that her kinky night was about to take a very dark turn. She had fantasized about being in a situation like this, but never with someone so unwelcome, and certainly not with the intent of theft. Swallowing hard, she did as she was told, her hands shaking as she pulled down her pants and lifted her shirt over her head. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
The intruder approached her, a smirk playing on her lips as she uncoiled the rope with practiced ease. She began by wrapping the rope around Jamie’s wrists, pulling it taut to ensure she couldn’t move them an inch. Then, she moved behind Jamie and wrapped the rope around her elbows, cinching it tightly. The feeling of being immobilized sent a shiver down Jamie’s spine, but she bit her lip and held back any sound that might escape.
“How does it feel? Tight?” asked the intruder gently.
“Yes, too tight”.
“Well, not like you have a word on the matter” she mocked.
The woman continued her work, tying Jamie’s legs together, starting with her ankles and working her way up. She wound the rope around Jamie’s legs until it was tight and snug against her skin. Then she moved on to her knees, pulling them together and securing them with another loop of rope. The tension grew as the woman reached Jamie’s thighs, wrapping the rope around and around until she could barely feel her legs anymore.
Jamie’s breath grew ragged as she felt her body being contorted into a hogtie, when the intruder bound her ankles to her elbows.
“Ouch!” she complained.
She had never been bound so thoroughly before, and the reality of her situation was setting in. The intruder was strong, and Jamie had no way to fight back. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but each attempt was met with a firm tug of the ropes, reminding her of her newfound helplessness.
“Well now, before gagging you, I’ve got a little surprise for you”.
With a dramatic flair, the intruder pulled back her hood and unwrapped the scarf. And there she was, Kira, Jamie’s best friend, with a wicked grin on her face.
“Surprise!”
Jamie found herself unable to utter a ghost. What the hell was going on?
“So…” Kira said, in an attempt to break the silence.
“What the fuck, Kira?” Jamie suddenly exclaimed. “You scared the shit out of me!” she added, blushing as she realized she was naked in front of her friend.
“Well, you scared the shit out of me when my friend came home with a bag of bondage stuff that YOU gave him. So I’d just call this even”.
Jamie swallowed, embarrassed.
“The ghost?”
“The ghost”.
“But still, this feels like too much. Pretending a home invasion?”
“So you’re telling me you didn’t enjoy it” Kira asked as Jamie blushed, unable to deny it. “You’re telling me you’re not turned on right now and you’re telling me you don’t want these in your mouth?”
Kira held a pair of used panties in front of her friend. Jamie remained silent for a while, offering a proud face, but finally rolled her eyes and opened her mouth.
“That’s my kinky girl” Kira said amusingly.
Kira stuffed her panties into Jamie’s mouth, filling it completely. The fabric was warm from her own body and smelled faintly of her arousal. Jamie’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t protest or even express her shock. The sensation was overwhelming.
Kira reached for the roll of duct tape on the bedside table. She tore off a long strip with a satisfying rip and leaned over her bound friend. Carefully, she wrapped the tape around Jamie’s head, securing the panties firmly in place. The sticky material stuck to her skin and hair.
“Mphhhhhhh” Jamie moaned testing her gag.
“Now I’ve tied you up, gagged you with my panties and tape, you must be wondering, where is your bondage gear?”
“Mph?” Jamie raised an eyebrow.
With a smirk, Kira began to strip out of her clothes, her eyes never leaving Jamie’s. She pulled her back tank top over her head, revealing her firm breasts. She slid her jeans down her hips, letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them off, revealing a matching pair of black lacy underwear. She stepped closer to Jamie, her bare skin glowing in the dim light of the room.
“Well let’s say I’ve found a new user for that”.
Jamie couldn’t hide her excitement anymore. Being in bondage alongside a hottie like Kira was overwhelming beyond comprehension.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Kira took the rope and proceeded to bind her own legs. She wrapped the rope around her ankles and calves in an intricate pattern that was both beautiful and effective. As she worked her way up, Jamie felt her own arousal spike. The way Kira’s muscles moved and the rope slithered against her skin was mesmerizing. When Kira reached her thighs, she paused to admire her handiwork, her breathing shallow and her eyes dark with desire.
From time to time, Jamie let out a muffled moan to show her arousal.
Kira then reached for Jamie’s discarded panties.
“Humm, I wonder how they’ll taste”.
Then, she stuffed them into her own mouth. She took the ballgag that was supposed to be used on Jamie and secured it in place, the leather straps wrapping around the back of her head, forcing the fabric deep into her mouth.
“Mphhhhhh” Kira tested her own gag pleasingly.
The sight of Kira, bound and gagged with her own underwear, was too much for Jamie to handle. Her heart raced as she watched her friend’s cheeks bulge around the gag.
Finally, she added a crotch rope, the rope pressing against her most sensitive area, making it clear to Jamie that she was getting turned on by her own restraints.
Kira then turned her attention to her wrists, picking up the handcuffs that Jamie was supposed to wear. She held them out to Jamie, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Mphhhhh”
“Mphhhh”
Jamie’s eyes grew wide as Kira secured the handcuffs around her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her back. The cold metal bit into her skin, sending a shiver down her spine that was half fear, half excitement.
Kira took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. The two friends, bound and gagged with their own desires, their bodies entwined in a silent dance of power and submission. She stepped closer, pressing her body against Jamie’s. The warmth of their skin mingled together, the ropes and fabric of their gags adding a layer of friction that made both of their hearts race.
They kept struggling, the friction of the rope only raising their arousal. They were so turned on they felt like the world had vanished, it was just the two of them.
They looked into each other’s eyes, the muffled sounds of their moans and gasps filling the air. The tension grew until it was almost unbearable.
Kira reached down and began to stroke Jamie’s clit with a feather-light touch. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Jamie’s body, making her arch her back and strain against the ropes. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on the gag, trying to contain her screams.
Kira could feel her own orgasm building as she watched Jamie’s reactions. She knew just how much her friend loved this kind of play, and she reveled in the power she had over her.
Her touch grew firmer, her strokes more deliberate as she worked to bring Jamie to the brink. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled whimpers and the rustling of ropes as they squirmed against each other.
Jamie’s body was a symphony of reactions to Kira’s touch. Her bound legs kicked out, undoing her hogtie, her back arched, and her breasts heaved with every breath she took.
Finally, with a strangled cry, Jamie came. Her body tensed, every muscle straining against the ropes as pleasure washed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, the ropes creaking under the strain.
The sight was too much for Kira to handle. She let out a muffled moan, her own climax hitting her like a tidal wave. She leaned into Jamie’s body, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding in her chest.
The two women lay there, bound together by ropes and gags, their bodies shaking with the aftermath of their shared climax and covered in sweat and ecstasy.
They remained in that position for a moment, catching their breath, before Kira finally pulled away, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
With trembling hands, she began to untie herself, the ropes falling away like a lover’s embrace. She then turned to Jamie, who was still bound and trembling, her eyes full of a mix of lust and confusion.
“Do you want to be untied?” Kira asked when she was completely free.
“Mphh” Jamie moaned softly as she shook her head no.
“Would you rather another one?” she nodded this time. “Oh, you’re insatiable”.
As Kira’s uncuffed hands fondled her breasts and her tongue found its way towards her clit, Jamie knew she’d remember this night for the rest of her life.
The night she had been tricked AND treated by her best friend.