Synopsis: a twenty-year-old redhead is about to live out a short-lived fantasy when she receives an unexpected yet useful visit.
Brie Mallory had everything ready. Having her parents away, it was the perfect time to try a short-lived fantasy. She had recently watched the movie Focus, and fallen captivated by Margot Robbie’s gagged scene.
She knew nothing about bondage itself, or anything similar. She just wanted to be like that, to feel what it was like to be duct tape over her mouth and her hands tied, she wanted to experience it.
She had even dressed similarly, wearing a black top, a red blazer over it and a pair of tight jeans. Her parents would be out for eight hours, giving her more than enough time to live out her fantasy. All that she needed was a roll of tape and a pair of scissors.
She began by taping her ankles together, so she wrapped the duct tape around them a couple of times. Next, she went on with her hands. Making a big effort, and having to use her mouth, she managed to complete two clumsy loops around her wrists, in front of her.
It didn't seem restrictive at all, to be honest. When she was about to cut another piece for her mouth, she heard a sound. She freaked out, and struggled to unpeel the tape from her body.
She was met by a female figure that entered her living room. Her features were concealed by a black balaclava but she looked hot.
"Who are you?" Brie asked, scared.
"Well, a burglar, isn't it obvious? But the real question is: what are you doing?"
Brie blushed, embarrassed of being caught up by a complete and probably dangerous stranger.
"Seems like you're a little freak, aren't you? Trying some self-bondage?"
"Self-bondage? What is that?" Brie asked.
"Wait, weren't you trying to tie yourself up?"
Brie shyly nodded her head.
"And still you don't know about bondage?"
"I don't know what bondage is. But please don't hurt me!!"
The burglar chuckled, a hint of amusement in her voice. She stepped closer, a glint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Bondage is a form of BDSM. It's like tying someone up or get tied up by someone to feel the thrill of being restrained, to give up control, to be vulnerable."
Brie felt a mix of fear and fascination.
"I... I just wanted to try it out. I didn't know it was a thing. Just watched this movie 'Focus' and felt kind of attracted to it."
"Movie? Focus? You haven't even watched any bondage video, have you?"
"I don't even know what bondage is!" replied the twenty-year-old redhead.
"Duh, no wonder this bindings stinks. Okay, I'll give you a free lesson on how to restrain yourself properly, okay?"
Brie's heart raced. The woman's voice was surprisingly gentle, and she found herself nodding in agreement. She was scared but also intrigued by the mysterious stranger. The burglar's confidence was somehow comforting, and she felt a strange thrill at the idea of learning something new, something she hadn't even known existed before.
"Well one thing you did right was ensuring your way out" the masked newcomer said pointing at the scissors. "But the whole binding is crap. First, you should try to overdo a bit, I mean, wrap the tape some more times than just two around your ankles".
The burglar grabbed the roll of tape, and with surprising dexterity, began to wrap it around Brie's ankles. Ten times it went around, sticking tightly to the skin and fabric of her shoes, leaving no room for escape. Brie's heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation as she felt the tension increase. The tape was cold and sticky, and she could feel the pressure as it tightened, cutting off any hope of easy removal. She winced slightly, but the stranger's touch was surprisingly gentle despite the situation.
Next, the masked woman moved up to Brie's thighs, wrapping her calves, and knees in the meantime. Each loop was tighter than the last, and Brie felt her breath hitch as the material dug into her flesh. She squirmed, testing the strength of the bindings, but she was held fast. The stranger paused, looking at Brie's bound ankles and legs with a critical eye, ensuring that she was truly incapable of movement.
"I must admit it has nothing to do with what I did".
"Now you should never tie your hands before gagging yourself. A proper tying-up should always imply hands behind the back, so that you wouldn't reach the rest of your bindings, or your gag".
"But in the movie, Margot Robb..."
"Nonsense. As you'll see, movies have little to do with real life. Now, what have you thought for the gag?"
"A piece of tape over my mouth" claimed the youngee apparently proud.
"Nonsense again. A nice gag must always have stuffing. A good gag would have something inside your mouth and tape wrapped around your hair. You should put on a ponytail, by the way".
"I've got a sponge in the kitchen's wardrobe, would that do?" asked Brie as she took the burglar's hairy advice.
"Yes".
The masked intruder disappeared and got back with the item Brie had told her about.
"Any last words?"
"Mmm... no. Go ahead" she replied as she opened her mouth.
The burglar the stuffed the sponge inside the girl's willingly opened mouth. Next, she took the roll of tape and began wrapping it around the girl's head. Brie lost the count at the fifteenth loop.
"Now, it feels impossible to tie your own hands behind your back with tape, right?"
"Mphhhh" Brie shook her head no.
"That's why you need something else. Assuming you don't have any handcuffs here, a pair of zipties should do. Do you have any?"
Brie nodded and pointed at a drawer.
The burglar opened it and found the zipties she had requested.
"Good girl," she murmured, a hint of a smile under the black fabric.
She handed them over to Brie, who took them with trembling hands. The stranger stepped back and crossed her arms, watching as Brie attempted to loop the plastic strips around her wrists, pulling them tightly together behind her back. It was a clumsy effort, but she managed it, the zipties digging slightly into her skin.
"Now this seems much more restrictive than how I found you, doesn't it?"
"Mphhhh" mumbled the girl through her gag.
"So now that proper self-bondage lesson, it's time for me to work".
"MPhhh?"
"Oh, you though I was just a nice light-hearted bondage teacher, and that I wouldn't rob your house after all?"
Brie lowered her head.
"I told you girl you'd learn that real life had nothing to do with movies. Well, real bondage has little to do with this self-bondage. And for a real burglar like me, who doesn't want you to interfere in my job, I find this somehow escapable".
"Mphhhhh?????" Brie mumbled, a hint of fear in her voice.
"First of all, I think I'll take these with me" she said grabbing her scissors.
Without further ado, she approached Brie and tapped the roll of tape against her wrists, contemplating her next move. She decided to start from the top, looping the tape around Brie's wrists, over the zipties, creating a thick band that made it impossible for her to pull her hands apart. Brie felt the tension increase, and so her fear.
"Now, let's make sure you won't be reaching for anything," she said with a smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously as she taped her hands to her waist, securing them in place.
The tape stuck to her skin, the sticky material making it impossible to ignore the sensation.
"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Brie protested from time to time, but the sponge and the tape muffled her attempts.
The burglar took her time, enjoying the thrill of the situation. She wrapped tape around Brie's elbows, making sure they were bound tightly together. The tape criss-crossed over her red blazer, sticking to the fabric and her skin beneath. Each movement Brie made was met with a sticky sound, a reminder of her predicament. Then, she reached for Brie's breasts, cupping them gently before wrapping the tape around them. Brie's eyes widened in shock, and she squirmed in place, but the burglar's touch was firm and unyielding. She cinched the tape, lifting and shaping her breasts until they were pushed together, the tape creating a makeshift corset.
"You'll also learn that a real burglar doesn't actually give a shit about your comfortability" she added as she undid her ponytail. "And don't care about your hair getting messy because of a real gag".
"MPHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The woman took the last piece of tape and wrapped it around Brie's mouth, ensnaring her hair in the process. Brie felt the tape tug at her roots as it pulled tighter, effectively silencing any further protests. The sponge pushed against her tongue and the tape stuck to the corners of her lips, making it impossible to move them. Her eyes grew even wider as she was muffled even further, but she could do nothing but watch in silent panic.
"Now this is more like it. Now sit still while I go do my job".
The burglar turned away, leaving Brie on the sofa, bound and gagged. She watched the intruder vanish into the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and closing echoing through the house. Alone, she began to feel the gravity of the situation. Her heart pounded in her chest, the adrenaline of fear mixing with the thrill of the bondage she had never experienced before.
With a sudden jolt, Brie realized she needed to escape. She couldn't let this stranger rob her house. With a grunt, she tried to stand, but the tape around her ankles and legs made it difficult. She wobbled for a moment before finding her balance, and then she began to hop, her feet making a muffled thumping sound against the wooden floorboards.
The burglar heard the noise and reappeared, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She dropped her bag, the sound of clinking jewelry and electronics filling the air. She strode over to Brie, who was desperately trying to make it to the door.
"So we have a wanderer, don't we?"
"Mphhh?"
The burglar caught Brie's gaze and chuckled, amused by the girl's futile efforts. She grabbed her by the shoulders, her grip firm but not painful, and guided her back to the sofa. With surprising strength, she pushed Brie down to the floor. The girl's eyes widened in panic as she realized what was coming next.
"Looks like you're not going anywhere," she said, her voice low and teasing. "But, for extra insurance, let's put you in a hogtie."
The burglar's eyes sparkled with mischief as she grabbed more duct tape from the roll. Brie's heart raced as she watched the stranger's every move, understanding that she had no say in what was happening to her. The burglar's hands were swift and efficient, looping the tape around Brie's ankles and elbows, pulling them together in a way that was both uncomfortable and inescapable.
"Now, I know this isn't what you had in mind," she said, "but since you're so eager to learn, let's take it to the next level."
The burglar reached into her bag and pulled out a scarf, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the black of her outfit. She stepped closer, and Brie felt a new wave of fear as she realized that her gag was about to become even more restrictive. The woman leaned down, and Brie felt the softness of the scarf against her skin as it was folded in half and pushed over her mouth. The scent of the fabric was faintly floral, a strange comfort amidst the fear.
"This is called an OTN gag" the burglar said as she tightened the knot behind the girl's neck. "Over the nose, you get it? Hahaha" she asked, rather amused.
With a final tug, the scarf was secured in place, the tails fluttering over Brie's shoulder. She couldn't speak, couldn't scream, could only make muffled, panicked noises through the thick tape and fabric. Her eyes watered from the pressure on her nose, and she felt the beginnings of a sneeze, the effort to hold it back making her nose tingle unpleasantly.
The burglar stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Brie's eyes were wide with fear, her cheeks flushed from the gag. She was now truly helpless, her legs bent and taped-bound, her ankles tucked behind her knees and her hands taped-tied to her butt.
"Well, seems like you learned a double lesson today".
"Mphh?"
"First: self-bondage. Now you know a bit about it, don't you?" the robber mocked. "Second, movies and real life have little in common".
The burglar picked up her bag and walked out of the house, leaving Brie on the floor in a puddle of anxiety and arousal.
"Nice to meet you, sweetie. It's been fun".
"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The sound of the door closing echoed through the empty hallway, leaving only the muffled protests of the gagged and bound redhead behind.
Brie Mallory, the girl who had merely wanted to play a scene from a movie, now found herself in a real-life bondage situation, with a stranger's eyes having seen her most vulnerable moments. She struggled against her restraints, feeling the tension in her body, the tightness of the tape and zipties cutting into her skin. Yet, amidst the fear, she couldn't ignore the strange sense of exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her breaths grew shallower, her heart racing not just from fear, but from the excitement of being utterly powerless.