Synopsis: a young woman hears some strange noises coming from her garage. However, when she takes a look, she's surprised to see a familiar face.

I was sitting in my living room, watching TV and feeling asleep when I heard a sudden noise coming from the garage.

Trembling, I stood and moved towards the siege of the noise.

When I reached to the garage, I barely had time to check my surroundings when I felt a hand clamped over my mouth.

“Hush, honey. Do as you’re told and I’ll be gone before you even notice, get it?” a female voice whispered in my ear.

I nodded, scared.

I was allowed to turn around and saw my home invader. She was tall and had blue eyes. There was not much more I can tell about her, since she was wearing a tight black catsuit and a balaclava concealing her features. However, what she did next surprised me.

“Oh my God, Tiffany, is that you?” she asked as she removed her mask.

The face revealed was none other than Brenda, an old college friend of mine. We hadn’t seen each other in years, but the moment she pulled her balaclava down, the pieces fell into place. The same fiery blue eyes, the same sharp jawline, and the same smirk that had always managed to get her out of trouble.

“Brenda?? What the hell? You rob houses now?”

“Well…” she blushed. “I haven’t been doing too well since I finished college. I lost three jobs and got evicted. I’m doing this just for living. I didn’t have any choice!” she said, almost crying. “I’m sorry Tiffany, I didn’t know this was your house. Please don’t call the cops, I’ll leave right now!”

The sight of her, desperate and on the edge, made my heart ache.

“Wait, Brenda. I think I can help you”.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you came here to rob the place, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do”.

Her eyes widened, but I could see the spark of hope in them.

"But why, Tiff? Why would you do this for me?" she questioned, her voice wavering.

"Look, Brenda," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're in a bad situation, and I can't just stand by and watch an old friend fall apart. Besides, it's not like I can't afford to lose some jewels. And my girlfriend won't miss them. She's got enough to fill a safe-deposit box and only wears them to special occasions."

I took a deep breath and laid out my plan.

“You're going to take the jewels and some cash. But you have to tie me up and gag me, make it look real. No one can know I had anything to do with this."

Brenda looked at me with quizzical eyes and a confused expression.

“Well maybe it’s because of how desperate I am, but it actually sounds like an idea”.

 “Good, now let’s make it look convincing. First, put the balaclava back on. We’ve got security cameras inside, so you don’t want your face plastered all over the news, right?”

Brenda’s expression shifted from hopeful to serious as she complied. She pulled the balaclava over her head, and suddenly, she was no longer the vibrant friend from my past, but a mysterious figure in black.

“Now, grab that knife over there, the one on the workbench. We need to make it look convincing, and you need to seem threatening.” I pointed to the tool. She took it with a trembling hand.

“Tiff, I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you’re doing this for me”.

“We’re friends, Brenda, and I don’t like letting my friends down. Now, let’s better get in”.

Of course, I was cautious enough to hide my growing excitement. I liked bondage, and this particular situation was kind of a turn on for me.

"Alright, Brenda, come with me," I said, leading her into the living room.

My heart raced as I rummaged through a drawer for some ropes and duct tape. The feel of the cool plastic against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the prospect of what was to come.

I tried not to look straight at the camera as I instructed Brenda.

"Okay, now, hold the knife like you're going to use it," I whispered, handing her the ropes. She took them with a firm grip, her eyes never leaving mine. "Pretend to be aggressive. I’m going to take my clothes off like if you’d made me. Then, I’ll get on the floor and you’ll tie me up tight."

Brenda nodded, her eyes darting to the knife and back to me. I took my clothes off, except for my panties, and begged for her not to notice my excitement. However, the erected nipples on my nice breasts were betraying me.

“Just make it look real, okay?” I reassured her.

“Don’t worry, not my first rodeo” she winked.

“Oh, please, dangerous burglar, don’t hurt me!” I exclaimed playfully, as she began tying my wrists together behind my back.

Her hands were surprisingly gentle, almost caring, as she wrapped the ropes around my skin. With each loop and knot she tightened, the tension in the room grew.

"Is that tight enough?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and uncertainty.

"No, tighter," I replied, my voice a little too eager. "If it looks too loose, it'll be obvious that I was in on it."

It was beginning to be hard to hide my arousal, but I had to keep pretending I wasn’t actually enjoying. I didn’t want to seem like a freak in front of a former friend.

Brenda took the cue and started to tie my elbows together, pulling my arms tightly. The ropes dug into my skin, leaving a slight burn that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but gasp as she knelt before me to tie my ankles, her eyes meeting mine briefly before looking away.

As she worked, I could feel my nipples hardening with excitement, and I hoped she wasn’t noticing. She was thorough, looping the ropes around my legs and ensuring that my knees were bound together, immobilizing me completely. Her touch was firm but precise, and I could tell she had done this before.

I felt a rush of excitement and fear mingled as she tightened the last knot around my thighs. I was now completely at her mercy, unable to move a muscle if I tried.

"There, that should do it," she said, standing up and admiring her handiwork.

"Perfect," I murmured, my voice a bit too husky for my liking. "Now, for the grand finale, tie my ankles to my elbows, leaving me hogtied. That way, I won’t move or hop away and you’ll be free to search around the house without me interfering with your job".

Brenda raised an eyebrow at me but did as she was told, looping the rope around my bound ankles and tying them to my elbows. Her fingers brushed against my bare skin, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.

Once she was done, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

"The jewels are in the second drawer of my bedroom dresser, under Stephanie’s socks," I instructed her, my voice slightly shaky. "And there's some cash in the fake book on the bookshelf in the study."

Brenda nodded, her eyes flicking to the knots one last time before she turned to leave the room. As she reached the doorway, I called out to her.

"Wait," I called her. "You forgot to gag me. It's all part of the act, remember?" I said, trying to sound more anxious than I felt. "They'll know something's up if I'm not gagged. I could yell for help. Just make sure it's tight, okay? I’ll need something stuffed inside my mouth and use the tape to keep it in place, making sure I won’t spit it out”.

Brenda looked at me for a moment, and then she nodded. She turned and disappeared into the bathroom, her catsuit clinging to her curves as she moved. A few moments later, she emerged with a pair of pink panties in her hand—my girlfriend's, no doubt.

"These should work," she said, holding them up. "Open wide."

“Wait, I don’t think a single pair would work. Go get another one”.

Her eyes widened, and she looked at me for a moment as if I was joking, but she didn’t argue. She turned and hurried back to the bathroom, returning with another pair of my girlfriend's panties. They were black and lacy, a stark contrast to the first pair she had brought out.

"Here," she said, holding out the underwear to me with a shy smize.

She took them and stuffed both pairs into my mouth, feeling the soft fabric fill my mouth and the taste of my girlfriend’s scent on the fabric. The sensation was surprisingly intimate and arousing. Brenda took the roll of duct tape and tore off a long strip. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my cheek, and I felt the sticky tape press against my lips, sealing the panties in place, and catching my long red hair in the process. She wound the tape around my head, securing the makeshift gag, and the sound of her movements was the only sound in the room, except for my muffled grunts.

“Try it” she ordered.

“Mphhhh” I mumbled, unable to utter a sound, apart from a muffled grunt.

“Good. I better go and take the loot”.

As Brenda disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, leaving me bound and gagged, I felt a peculiar mix of excitement and anxiety. The situation was definitely not something I had ever expected to find myself in with an old college friend, but here I was.

Her footsteps grew quieter as she ascended the stairs to my bedroom. I could almost feel her eyes scanning the room, looking for the precious loot she was about to steal. The thought of her rummaging through my girlfriend’s drawers, her hands touching Stephanie’s intimate things, was driving me wild with excitement.

I heard her footsteps descending the stairs again, and suddenly, she was back in the doorway, holding a red scarf. She approached me with a sly smile, dangling the scarf in front of my eyes.

“This is to complete your gag. It’ll make it look much more authentic, don’t you think?” she said, her voice playful and seductive.

“Mphh?”

Before I could respond, she draped the red scarf over the gag, covering my nose and mouth completely. The fabric was silky and smelled faintly of her perfume, adding another layer to my already heightened senses. She took the ends and tied them in a tight knot at the back of my neck, ensuring that the scarf remained in place.

My heart raced, and I could feel my panties wetting and my nipples almost scratching the floor. It was a thrilling mix of fear and excitement that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Brenda stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes glinting with mischief. She had tied the scarf over the gag, creating an OTN. The scarf was tight, pressing the panties into my mouth even further and blocking my nose. I could feel the heat of my own breath on my face, and the faint scent of my girlfriend’s laundry detergent mingling with Brenda’s sweet perfume.

All of a sudden, Brenda put her hand inside my underwear and fingered me, as her other hand fondled my boobs.

“Mphhh?” I mumbled, surprised by the unexpected move.

“Let’s spit out some secrets here, Tiffany. And, if you don’t mind, I’ll do the talking” she teased me, her hand firm against my clit. “You can keep pretending you’re just doing this to do me a favor but I know the truth” she winked. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?”

I felt my face reddening under the scarf, but I couldn’t deny it. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body that were only heightened by the situation we found ourselves in.

"I'll take that as a yes," Brenda murmured. "But remember, this is still a robbery. So, let's keep the fun part of it between us, okay?"

I nodded as best as I could, the fabric of the scarf brushing against my nose and the panties in my mouth. She stepped away, leaving me to contemplate the turn of events. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious cocktail of fear and arousal that had me squirming on the floor.

“Well, I have some secrets to give up, too. You’ll see… I’m not actually… broke. I’m pretty rich, actually”.

“Mphhhh?”

The words didn’t quite match the desperate tone she had earlier, and she could see the confusion in my eyes. Brenda leaned closer and whispered in my ear, her breath hot and sweet.

"I quit my job when I realized that robbing houses was way more profitable. It's like a game, Tiff," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "The adrenaline rush, the thrill of getting away with it... it's all just too tempting to resist. Plus, it's easy when you know how to play it right."

"Mphhhh!!" I protested furiously, although it was difficult to stay angry with her finger inside my pussy.

"Well, when I saw it was your place, I was actually going to leave. But the way you looked at me... like a deer in headlights," she giggled, "I just couldn't resist. You seemed to be enjoying this more than you should be. And now that I know you're okay with it, it's like you're giving me a free pass to indulge in my little hobby."

Her movements grew more confident and rhythmic. I could feel the tension building inside me, and the pressure was intense. She was bringing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, but she knew just when to stop.

"Mphh, mphh," I whimpered through the gag, my body writhing in the chair.

"Not yet," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "First, let's capture some memories."

With surprising deftness, Brenda pulled my phone and unlocked it with my fingerprint. I watched her, horrified, as she pointed the camera at my bound form. Her thumb hovered over the screen, capturing my desperation in a series of photos. She stepped back to review them, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Don’t worry beauty. These are just to make sure you won’t tell anyone about our little adventure, if you don’t want your gagged face all across internet”.

Brenda’s voice was low, teasing, as she held the phone up and took a few more pictures. The flash was like a strobe light in my eyes, making me even more vulnerable and exposed. She leaned in close, her breasts pressing against me, and whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my neck.

"You know, Tiff, you're kind of hot like this," she said, her hand moving faster on my clit. "So helpless and desperate. It's really turning me on."

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but my body responded to the situation.

Suddenly, Brenda leaned in and kissed me through her mask and the gag. The sensation was strange, the fabric muffling our sounds of passion. I felt her hand move from my pussy to the back of my head, pulling me closer. The tension in the room was palpable as she deepened the kiss.

When she pulled away, she was grinning at me, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. She stood up straight and took a step back, her hands on her hips as she surveyed her handiwork.

"You just made it so easy for me."

Brenda stepped away from the couch, her hands on her hips as she surveyed her handiwork. The scarf around my neck had ridden up slightly with our movements. She giggled behind her mask, watching me squirm.

"Look at you," she said, her voice filled with playful mockery. "Tied up like a little puppy, begging for it. Who knew you had such a wild side, Tiffany?"

“MPHHHHHHHHH!!!” I grunted, desperate for her to go on.

Brenda chuckled, her eyes gleaming with delight as she took in my bound form. She stepped around me, her catsuit whispering against her skin as she moved, and I felt a thrill of fear and excitement at being so utterly at her mercy.

"You know, Tiff," she said, her voice teasing and playful, "you really do look ridiculous like this."

Her words stung, but the way she said them—like we were sharing an inside joke—only added to the thrill of the moment. She leaned in close, her hand tracing a line down my chest, between my breasts, and I could feel the heat of her breath through the fabric of the scarf.

"I guess I'll just take my leave now," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to leave you something to remember me by."

With that, Brenda gave my clit one last finger, the jingle of her stolen goods echoing in the quiet of the house as she made her way to the garage door. I watched her go, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief. She had taken everything she needed and was now leaving me alone, bound and gagged in my own home.

“It was nice seeing you again” she winked, as she disappeared through the door, laughing devilishly.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Her laughter grew quieter as the garage door rumbled open and the night air filled the space. I could feel the cool breeze on my exposed skin, and the sound of her car engine faded into the distance.

I was left alone, bound and gagged in my own home, my whole body still throbbing with need.

I struggled against the ropes, feeling the tightness of the knots and the sting of the fabric as it dug into my skin.

My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, the lines between reality and fantasy blurred beyond recognition. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tested the strength of my bonds, each tug and pull only serving to excite me further.

The fabric of the panties in my mouth was sodden with my saliva, and the pressure of the scarf around my face was intense, but it only served to heighten the sensation of my own vulnerability.

As the minutes ticked by, the initial shock began to wear off, and the reality of the situation settled in.

I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of the ropes, the taste of the fabric in my mouth, and the way I had been so easily tricked. My thoughts drifted to Brenda and the way her eyes had gleamed with excitement as she had tied me up. The way her hand had felt on my skin, the way she had whispered in my ear, and the way she had kissed me so fiercely.

After all, it had been fun. Now, I only had to wait for Stephanie to come back.