Synopsis: Tessa Maeve, a bondage enthusiast eager to explore her deepest fantasies, makes a mistake when she schedules a date with a domme. However, her date will have another receptor, a well known character of this profile.

Disclaimer: this story features one of my recurrent characters in her first story chronologically. Hope you enjoy!! If you want to read some other stories from Hera Sinclair, check them out here:

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Tessa Maeve was a single young lady with an obsession: she loved bondage. She dreamt about it, thought about it the whole day and couldn't keep it out of her mind.

She was a black-skinned beauty with long black hair and a nice figure. She was an economics student and it was indeed in college where she learned about this new company that could make her dreams come true.

BondMistresses was a website specialized in fulfilling people's most twisted fantasies. And Tessa's fantasies were indeed twisted.

Her heart raced as she typed in the URL, feeling a thrill of excitement and nerves. She knew she was about to step into a realm of desire that was unexplored by most. The webpage loaded, displaying an elegant layout with shadows and silhouettes that hinted at the pleasures it offered. The images were not explicit, but the way the ropes curled around the limbs of the models and the glint in their eyes spoke volumes.

‘Develop your desired fantasy’ a simple phrase read over a blank space.

A thrilled Tessa typed:

'I am very excited to share and have the chance to fulfill my deepest fantasy, so here it comes:

My name is Tessa and I want to pretend a home invasion robbery. My adress is: Bond Avenue, 12. My home invader -female, dressed in all black and with a black balaclava covering her face and gloves on her hands- will break into my house at 8am next Friday the 10th. I will pretend to be scared and play along, but I'll surely be delighted. My invader will bind my wrists tightly together behind my back and will gag me as soon as possible, fetching a pair of my panties that she should have taken from my hamper before. She will cover my lips with duct tape and wrap some loops of microfoam tape all around my face. She'll even make an OTN gag with a scarf over my mouth and nose.  She'll bind my whole body as much as possible and will leave me in a balltie. Then, she'll lock me in my closet and leave me there for two hours.

But this is not where the fun ends. After, wink wink, ransacking my place and not finding any worthy valuable, she'll say I'm the only thing in the house of some value. So, she'll 'kidnap' me. I don't care where she takes me I just want her to have fun with me and, at 10pm on Saturday, she'll leave me in an unlocked car on the Gagging Road, kilometer 53. I'll have my 'rescue' arranged.'

She pressed the 'SEND' button and felt a shiver down her spine. She didn't realize a severe mistake she had committed. She had scheduled her home invasion at 8am, but, at that time, she would be working. She intended to have her experience at 8pm but miswrote a letter.

Who would be home though, was her roommate, Hera Sinclair. A pretty brunette and nice girl who was a junior at college. She had evening lessons, so she used mornings to rest or study.

So, at Thursday night, both women got to sleep, oblivious to what was going to happen next day.

Friday morning, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Hera stirred in her bed. The sound of glass shattering pierced the silence, jolting her awake. Hera’s heart raced as she recognized the unmistakable sound of a door opening. Panic flooded her as she realized she was the only one at home, or she was supposed to. Someone was in their house. She saw a shadowy figure moving through the room, the early morning light playing off the glossy black fabric of their outfit. Hera froze, unsure of what to do next.

The intruder's eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a strange thrill of terror and excitement. The woman's gaze was intense and focused, her movements swift and precise. She approached the bed, a gloved hand reaching out to cover Hera's mouth.

"Don't scream," the intruder murmured, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Hera felt the woman's warm breath on her cheek.

"If I take my hand off, you promise not to scream?" Hera nodded and the intruder complied.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

"I've been watching this house for some time now, Tessa".

"What?" Hera said when the unwelcome newcomer took her hand off her mouth. "I'm not T..." she couldn't even finish her sentence as the intruder stuffed a pair of panties inside her mouth.

Judging by their smell and taste, they seemed used. Hera could only beg for them to be theirs and not Tessa's.

"MPPHHHHHHHH" she protested, through her huge gag.

The intruder then reached for the nightstand drawer, pulled out a roll of duct tape, and with a deft motion, ripped a piece off and brought it to Hera's mouth. "Don't move," she whispered, her voice a seductive blend of dominance and allure. Hera's eyes went wide with shock, but she obeyed, feeling the sticky tape press against her skin as it sealed her mouth shut.

Next, she wrapped loops of microfoam tape around Hera's head, securing the gag and ensuring not a single sound could escape. The tension grew as the woman's hands lingered, caressing the contours of her face with a curious tenderness that seemed almost affectionate amidst the chaos. Hera felt a bead of sweat roll down her neck, the sticky tape muffling her own breathing as she watched the intruder's eyes light up with satisfaction at her handiwork.

With a flourish, the masked woman grabbed a scarf from Hera's dresser and folded it neatly into a bandana gag, over the tape and the brunette's nose. She slid it over the microfoam tape, tying it tightly at the back of Hera's head. The scarf's fabric was soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the stifling grip of the tape. It served not just to muffle sound, but to complete the picture of a home invasion gone awry. The intruder stepped back, admiring her work, the early morning light glinting off the metallic scarf.

Hera's mind raced as the woman moved on to binding her wrists. The rope was rough, biting into her skin as the intruder wrapped it tightly, looping it around and around until Hera could feel her pulse throb in protest. Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the thrill of the situation. Her body responded in ways she had never expected, and she felt a strange mix of arousal and panic. The woman's touch was firm yet gentle, a silent promise of what was to come.

The intruder worked her way up Hera's body, binding her elbows together behind her back.

"Aren't you flexible? Wow!!" she mocked.

"MPHHHHHHH" Hera kept protesting, although she was beginning to feel in a way she'd never felt before.

The ropes continued to tighten around her chest, cinching her breasts, and she gasped against the gag, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure she had never experienced before.

Next, the woman's gloved hands moved to Hera's knees, tying them together with the same meticulous care she had taken with her wrists. The ropes bit into her flesh, and she could feel the material of her pajama pants stretching with the tension. The woman chuckled, a dark sound that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room.

"Look at you, all trussed up like a turkey," she teased, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight that Hera found both terrifying and thrilling.

The woman was clearly enjoying herself, and Hera couldn't help but feel like she was living out a scene from a twisted fantasy novel.

With Hera's legs secured, the intruder moved to her ankles, binding them together and, then, to her thighs. The sensation was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. She could feel her body being molded into the pose she had seen in so many of her secret online searches, the one that had made her heart race and her skin tingle. The woman's touch was firm, her movements confident and sure.

She finished a couple of details, just as Tessa had requested, binding her waist to her already bound wrists and her knees to her breasts, leaving her all balltied.

"Now, now, you're indeed pretty helpless. But I need to make sure you stay out of my way while I look around your house".

"MPHHHHHHHHHH" Hera protested, unable to anticipate what her companion meant.

The masked woman lifted Hera and drove her towards the closet, ignoring the poor brunette's protests.

She took a look at her. She was young and vibrant and pretty hot all tied up and gagged. Her boobs stood out as if they were trying to escape her tight green tank top. And her look were somewhere between scared and excited.

"Best of lucks, honey" she mocked as she shut the door down and locked the closet.

In the darkness of the closet, Hera felt the adrenaline surge through her veins. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she strained against the ropes that held her, trying to understand what was happening. The sudden change from the soft light of the room to the stark blackness was jarring, and she had to fight the rising panic. But as she felt the ropes holding her in place, she realized that she was actually enjoying this. It was as if she had been cast into a role she never knew she wanted to play, but somehow, it fit her like a second skin.

"Mphhhhh" she gave her gag a softer attempt.

The sound was barely audible through the layers of tape and fabric, but Hera felt a strange comfort in the muffled cry. The binds held her firmly, each tug and twist sending a wave of sensation through her body. She took a deep breath through her nose, the scarf gag pressing against her face, and felt the fabric of her panties fill her mouth.

Time ticked by, and the initial thrill of the situation began to give way to a growing sense of unease. Hera squirmed in the cramped space, her muscles protesting the uncomfortable position. The balltie was tighter than she had ever imagined it could be, and she could feel the blood rushing to her head, the pressure building behind her eyes. She tried to move her arms, to relieve the ache in her shoulders, but the ropes held fast. The woman came back after what felt like an eternity.

The intruder's voice was cool and unconcerned.

"I'm back, my little treasure," she said, her tone dripping with mock sweetness. "Did you miss me?"

"MPHHHHHHHHH!"

"Well I've got good news and bad news for you, sweetie. Good news: you are so poor that it makes you not worth to be robbed from. I wouldn't even make it worth for the effort."

"Mphhh" Hera sighed relieved. After all she was going through, she was going to get robbed.

"Bad news, I have no intentions to leave this place empty handed".

Hera looked at the hole showing her captor's eyes wide-eyed. She understood what that sentence implied.

Some time later, at 8 pm, Tessa was dressed in a short black dress and stockings. She was back home, her heart racing with anticipation. She had prepared herself for this moment all week, the excitement building like a crescendo within her. She checked the clock again, her eyes widening with every tick. The moment she had been waiting for was almost here. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breath shallow and quick. She had made sure her apartment was immaculate, every detail in place for the ultimate role-play experience.

Tessa had read the email confirmation from BondMistresses countless times, the words burned into her memory: "Your scenario has been received and will be executed as described." She had spent the entire day imagining the bite of the rope on her skin, and the sound of her own muffled screams. Her body was alight with a mix of fear and arousal, the tension coiled tight in her belly like a spring ready to unravel.

But as the hands of the clock grew closer to 9 pm, a niggling doubt began to worm its way into her mind. She couldn't ignore it any longer. She rushed to her computer and pulled up the BondMistresses website, her eyes scanning the page for any clue she might have missed. And then she saw it: the glaring error. Her stomach dropped as she realized she had accidentally typed '8 am' instead of '8 pm'. A wave of panic washed over her as she understood that her roommate was the one currently living her deepest, darkest fantasy.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and she frantically sent a message to the website, begging them to stop the scenario she had set in motion. She knew it was too late; the company prided itself on the authenticity of its experiences, and she had signed the waiver. There was no turning back now. Tessa's mind raced with scenarios of what could be happening to Hera. Was she okay? Was she terrified? Was she... enjoying it?

The thought sent a thrill through Tessa that she couldn't explain. She had always been the submissive one in her fantasies, but the idea of Hera experiencing this, unwillingly playing the role she had so meticulously crafted, was strangely arousing.

Tessa decided she had to do something. She grabbed her phone and tried to call Hera, but her stomach dropped when she remembered the instructions she had given. Hera would be gagged and unable to speak, and her own phone was still lying on the bedside table in her apartment. The realization that she had set this all in motion without considering the consequences washed over her in a cold wave of dread

The phone in her hand was useless; she had specifically requested to be 'kidnapped' and taken to an unknown location. Panic set in as she realized she had no way of reaching her roommate or stopping the scenario until the next day.

She tried to contact the website, but to no avail. Poor Hera was going to spend more than twenty-four hours of tight unescapable bondage.

She had so many explanations to give the next day.

Meanwhile, in an unknown location, Hera kept wondering what she’d done to deserve such a punishment.

She had been gagged for several hours, tightly bound and unable to move. Her muscles felt numb, her skin itched and she felt uncomfortable beyond comparison.

She was scared, but, at the same time, she couldn’t hide her arousal.

Suddenly, her kidnapper appeared in the dark warehouse.

“Well, miss Maeve. I hope your relatives love you very much, because your ransom fee is not going to be cheap, I can tell you that”.

“MPHHHHHHH” Hera protested.

She has to make her understand she had made a mistake! She wasn’t Tessa. She has no idea what her roommate might have done to be in this position, but it wasn’t her fault!

She kept begging through her massive gag, but to no avail. Her captor approached her smizing, her features always concealed by her balaclava, but Hera could sense she was smiling under it.

"We're gonna have you on TV soon enough for your ransom video, babe. I'm sure you'll kill it! But first, why don't we have some fun?" she teased.

"MPHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hera protested.

The woman took out a knife and Hera felt a cold metal blade graze her cheek.

"Now, now, don't worry, I'm not gonna cut you. I'm just gonna make sure you're extra motivated to perform for the cam."

With a swift movement, the kidnapper sliced through the fabric of Hera's pajamas, revealing her bare skin to the cold warehouse air. Hera's body reacted instinctively, arching away from the touch, but she was held fast by the ropes. The woman's gloved fingers trailed down her neck, across her chest, and down to her thighs, sending shivers through her body. Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the flicker of excitement that danced through her.

The kidnapper then moved to straddle her bound body, her weight pressing Hera into the cold concrete floor. Hera's eyes widened as she felt the woman's hands move between her legs, teasing her inner thighs.

"Mphh, mphh, mphh," Hera's muffled protests grew in volume as the kidnapper's fingers found their way to her most sensitive spot.

She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet the sensation was undeniably arousing. Her body betrayed her, responding in ways she had never anticipated. The pressure of the ropes around her chest increased, pushing her breasts upwards, making them ache for release.

The woman's touch grew bolder, her fingers stroking and probing with a surprising gentleness. Hera's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a muffled moan through her gag. The woman above her chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she wielded over her captive.

Finally, she pulled away, leaving Hera gasping for breath and trembling with need. The kidnapper took out her phone, the screen casting an eerie glow in the otherwise pitch-black warehouse. She opened the camera app and began to record.

"Alright, sweetheart, time to perform," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress in the silence. She began. "Alright, mister Maeve, here's your beloved daughter! If you want to see her safe again, you better pay up 2,000,000 dollars tomorrow at 10 am, on the Gagging Road, kilometer 53. If you fail to do that, your dear daughter dies!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHH!!" Hera yelled through her gag.

"And now, honey, this part of the film is just for you and me" she winked.

The woman's hands began to explore Hera's body once again, tracing patterns on her skin that made her squirm and gasp. Her touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the tight embrace of the ropes, and it sent jolts of electricity through Hera's system. Each caress brought her closer to the edge, each touch more tantalizing than the last. She could feel the wetness building between her legs, the ache growing more intense with every passing second. The woman was a master of her craft, her movements calculated to drive Hera wild.

With a smirk, she paused, her fingers lingering just shy of where Hera needed them most. Hera's eyes pleaded, her body arching upwards in silent begging. The kidnapper leaned in, her breath hot against Hera's ear as she whispered.

"Patience is a virtue, darling. And I want to make sure you learn it well."

Hera let out another desperate moan. She didn't know what she was more desperate for: her release or her orgasm.

But neither of those were given for her. Instead, her captor approached her and began undoing her gag. Finally, she'd get the chance to tell her everything, that she had abducted the wrong person, that she had committed a terrible mistake!

However, as the mysterious lady kept unrolling the tape from her mouth, a lusty feeling grew up on her. Did she want to be freed?

"Take some water" the captor said as she let her drink from a bottle.

When she was finally given the gift of speaking, after what seemed like an eternity but had actually been several hours, her brain stopped braining and her lust took over and got in charge of her mouth.

"Please gag me again and let me cum. Please!" she begged.

The kidnapper smize again and did as she was told.

Meanwhile, in her apartment, Tessa's phone beeped with a notification from an unknown number. With trembling hands, she opened the email and her heart nearly stopped. The video was high-quality: Hera, bound and gagged just as she had requested, begging for mercy and release.

Guilt flooded her like a tidal wave as she watched Hera's desperate eyes, but alongside it, an unexpected heat grew in her core. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the screen, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in every detail of Hera's predicament. Her own ropes and gag were a poor substitution for the real thing, but she knew what she had to do to ease her own burgeoning arousal.

With a sense of urgency, Tessa rushed to Hera's bedroom, grabbing a pair of her roommate's panties from the hamper. The fabric was soft and warm, holding the faint scent of Hera's arousal. Her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and excitement, she took the roll of duct tape from her nightstand drawer and peeled off a length.

Her hands shook as she pressed the panties into her mouth, feeling a strange sense of connection to the woman currently enduring her twisted fantasy. The sticky tape stuck to the fabric, and she wrapped it around the back of her head, sealing the gag in place. The sound of her own breath was muffled, and she felt a twinge of arousal increased by Hera's muffled screams from the phone.

"Mphhhhhhhh" she moaned as her own orgasm hit her.

The next morning, Hera awoke to the harsh light of day piercing through the slits in the trunk she was in. She was still bound in the same tight balltie, the ropes digging into her skin. The ache from her position was intense, and she struggled against her bonds, trying to remember how she got here. Her eyes widened with horror as she recalled the events of the previous day.

Her muffled cries of "MPHHHHHHH" were the only sounds in the confined space, echoing off the metal walls of the trunk. Despite the discomfort, she felt a strange sense of excitement, that hadn't completely vanished from the day before.

The engine of the car finally rumbled to a stop, and she felt it shift as the kidnapper climbed out. Hera's heart raced in anticipation of what was to come next. The trunk popped open, and the cool air hit her like a slap in the face. She squinted against the sudden light as the woman in black looked down at her with a smug smile, hidden by her permanent balaclava.

"Looks like your daddy loves you," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "He paid up. Time to let you out, little bird."

Hera's eyes widened in shock. Her mind reeled with questions and confusion. How could this be happening?

"Mphh mphh!" she tried to protest, her voice muffled by the gag.

The kidnapper leaned down and whispered,

"Your rescue will come soon enough. For now, be a good girl and wait."

With a final, almost affectionate, pat on Hera's head, she slammed the trunk shut. The sudden darkness and solitude was a stark contrast to the previous night's events, leaving Hera to stew in a mix of fear, confusion, and arousal.

Hours later, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and the trunk creaked open again. This time, however, the face that greeted her was not the masked kidnapper but Tessa, her eyes wide with a guilty smile playing on her lips.

"Well, I guess I've got many explanations to give, right?"