Sara dreams of a situation where she gets tied up. Luckily, she hears that there is a robber ransacking the neighborhood that enjoys tying up her victims. When Sara’s parents are out of town, she decides to bait the burglar in… for Sara’s own pleasure. (Also, she’s 18, so leave me alone DA police).

WARNING: The following story contains non-consensual scenarios and is intended for adults only. All real world bondage should ALWAYS be consensual and done in a safe way.

Over the past few months there had been several incidents of robberies occurring in the neighborhood. Stories of a loud crashing sound, followed by a cloth pressed over the homeowner’s faces. They would later wake up, tied and gagged, locked in their own closet. When they are finally found by their neighbors, they discover everything valuable in their house is gone: TVs, computers, cellphones and jewelry.

Sara had heard of these stories from her friends in the neighborhood. Wether she was at Cindy’s house, the pool, or the mall, she always heard a new story of Mr and Mrs So-And-So were found this morning with their house ransacked. Sara was always more interested in what had happened to Mr and Mrs So-And-So than about what had gone missing. Sometimes they were found wrapped in tape, bound with zipties or nylon rope, or they were found wearing handcuffs that required a police officer to remove for them. Hearing these made Sara excited, wishing it had been her house that had been ransacked. Unfortunately for her, she knew her parents had insane precautions in place against a robber. They both worked in security and owned a private business that specialized in improving the security of homes. Their house likely could fend off a military attack it was so secure.

One evening, Sara was sitting at her computer, drawing another one of her bondage fantasies. She had amassed quite a following on social media, almost 10,000 subscribers waiting for her next kinky drawing. Sara heard a knock on her door and quickly switched tabs on her laptop. The high school senior had kept her bondage fantasies a secret from everyone, only sharing her work anonymously online. “Come in” she said in a casual voice.

Sara’s mother opened the door and looked across the room at her daughter.

“Hey honey, how’s it going?”

“Good, I'm just finishing up this assignment for my calculus class.”

“Thats good, thats good. I always loved how responsible you were honey…”

Sara slightly flushed, knowing that if her mother knew what she was actually doing, she would be grounded forever.

“I came in here to tell you that your father and I need to go to New York. We just got a very impressive offer from a large company there and we need to go right away” her mother said, sitting down on Sara’s bed. “I came in to ask if you would he ok home alone for five days. The CEO of the company wanted to treat us for a week, but we couldn’t leave you alone for that long.”

Sara was immediately excited. She had had a plan in mind for the next time her parents were out of town, she never thought it would come this early.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Its the weekend, and there aren’t any games for me to cheer at this weekend. I can make my meals and stuff for next week as well”, Sara said awkwardly, trying to appear nonchalant about her excitement.

“Good, good”, her mother continued, oblivious to Sara’s sudden suspicion. “You know the rules, especially with that creep running around the neighborhood.”

“Yes mom, we’ve been over it a million times already” Sara replied.

“Yes but I need to make sure you-“

“Honey, are you ready!?” Sara heard her father call from the downstairs.

“Coming!” her mother yelled back. She gave Sara a warm embrace and a kiss before leaving. Sara heard the door downstairs slam and watched out her window as her parent pulled out of the driveway in their Mercedes and roar away.

Sara quickly put her plan into action. First she disabled the technical security system with a code she had stolen from her father’s office. Then she unlocked the doors and opened her window, letting the cool summer breeze in. She wanted her house to appear to be an easy target for the robber. Her mind was filled with fantasies of what the robber might do to her when they broke in. After the house was prepared, she returned to her room to get ready for if the burglar visited that night. She glanced at the clock: 9:34pm. Perfect. She quickly changed out of her school clothes and put on a pair of tight leggings that accentuated her curves. Sara knew she was hot, she could make eyes turn in the halls at school whenever she wanted. She slid on a pair of calf-length  socks and put on a tight black top. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her black leggings and top, her white socks and her tan skin and blonde hair. She smiled to herself, glad she had good genes for looks. She went to pull her hair back, but decided to leave it down: it would seem more natural. Sara turned the light off and crawled into bed. Pulling the covers up to her neck.

Sara lay in bed, listening for the slightest sound. She lay facing away from the window, hoping this would help the burglar  feel more comfortable with hitting her home. She laid there for several hours, craning her ears for the sound of someone entering her house.

At around one in the morning, Sara began to doze off. She decided that if the robber hadn’t come yet, they probably wouldn’t come tonight at all. Besides, it made sense that they would want to scope out the place before entering. Sara felt her eyes drooping and snuggled into her pillow, preparing to give in to her tiredness. Right as she was nodding off, she heard the slightest of creaks. She instantly snapped awake, wondering if she had imagined it. She heard another creak behind her, knowing it wasn’t her imagination. She recognized the sound as her window screen sliding up: it was typically well oiled but the humidity of summer had made a barely audible squeak in the slide. Sara fought to keep her body relaxed, as if she was still sleeping. She could hear the sounds of someone’s feet on the carpet, approaching her bed. Sara’s mind raced, expecting a cloth to be shoved over her mouth at any moment. That is exactly what happened.

Suddenly, an acidic-smelling cloth was shoved over Sara’s mouth and nose. She gleefully took a deep breath of it into her lungs, pretending to fight the attacker. She instantly felt herself begin to get sleepy, and took a second deep breath in. Within moments, darkness took hold and Sara passed out.

Sara awoke, laying on her bed. She quickly remembered the events leading up to her passing out and snapped awake. She glanced downwards, seeing her bare feet. She saw coils of rope wrapping around her ankles, binding them tightly together. There were similar coils of rope binding her calves and both below and above her knees. She flexed legs, immediately knowing there was no chance of loosening the tight binds. She had tied herself up enough times to know she was not getting her legs apart without untying the rope.

Sara tried to flex her arms, finding that they were tightly bound behind her in a tight reverse-prayer position. Her shoulders were being forced painfully backwards so her elbows were almost touching. Testing her arms, she found that it was near impossible to wiggle them at all. Her hands were wrapped in a tape of some type, preventing her from moving her fingers from where they were locked in a tight fist.

Sara turned her head to the side, becoming aware of her gag. She had some sort of cloth, which she realized was her socks she had been wearing, stuffed in her mouth and secured tightly by wraps of duct tape. She pushed on the socks with her tongue, trying to dislodge them to no avail. Her gag was incredibly tight, tighter than Sara had ever gagged herself. She moaned into the gag in joy that her plan had come to fruit. She now had several hours to get accustomed to her bondage before someone would eventually come and untie her.

Sara squirmed a little, playing with her bonds. As she did so, she suddenly became aware of the visitor in her room. She looked towards her desk, where a figure clad in black was sitting in a chair, watching Sara with an amused look on their face.

The person was a shorter, skinny woman with brownish hair. Her skin was very tanned, and she was wearing a tight black latex catsuit. Her hands were similarly clad in black latex gloves. She sat with her legs crossed, watching Sara amusedly. Sara suddenly felt a twinge of fear: ‘Why is she still here? Why is she watching me instead of robbing the house?’ Sara stopped squirming, instead focusing on the woman watching her.

Seeing Sara was awake, the woman stood up slowly approached her bed. Sara noticed she was wearing black, shiny stilettos that matched her suit and gloves.

“Hi Sara, hows it hanging?” The woman suddenly said, leaning over Sara.

Sara eyes opened wide, ‘How does she know my name?’ she thought. Sara suddenly felt quite at the mercy of this stranger, no longer enjoying being tied up.

“Hmm dmm mm nnmnm m namm?” Sara struggled to say through the gag. The tape was wrapped tight enough that ‘how do you know my name’ was indistinguishable to the woman.

“You must be wondering how I know your name” the woman chuckled softly, running her finger along Sara’s ropes that looped around her chest. “You know, I’ve known you were kinky for a while. I just could never get in the house until now. I appreciate it Sara.”

Sara squirmed, trying to slide away from the woman. The woman stood up and walked over to Sara’s laptop where it was sitting on her desk and turned it on.

“I’ve known you for a long time Sara. Or should I say… FruityArt?” This was Sara’s username where she posted all her kinky art. Sara became even more fearful at this point, growing pale. ‘How does she know about my art? I made sure my name wasn’t tied to it in any way!!’  Then she thought, ‘heh, tied to it’, and immediately reprimanded herself for making this joke while in her situation.

“You know, you really are a talented artist. I never understood how you could get the shadows right, or the creases. I tried myself,” she said, smiling at Sara, “but they never turned out as well as yours did”.

The woman approached Sara again, who was even more agitated at this point. When the woman sat down next to her, Sara moaned into her gag and tried to squirm away from her.

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going?” the woman said playfully, and reached over, firmly grasping Sara and pulling her head so it was laying in her lap. Sara had never been completely restrained before. Feeling completely at the mercy of a complete stranger no longer was her fantasy, all she wanted was to get away from this stalker. The woman gazed into Sara’s fear-filled eyes, enjoying every moment of it. She laughed and gave both of Sara’s boobs a firm squeeze. Sara struggled, yelling into her gag. She couldn’t move or make a noice, being completely restrained in the way she was. The woman laughed again, working her hands down Sara’s body until she made it to her crotch, where she removed her hands.

“Maybe not yet”, she said, “we can play with your crotch later”.

‘Later!!?? What does that mean???!’ Sara thought, wishing she had never disarmed the house.

“Well, I know your parents are going to be gone until next weekend, so I thought we would play for a few days” the woman said, correctly guessing at Sara’s thoughts. Sara began to panic, ‘This can’t be happening!’ She thought to herself.

The woman suddenly flipped Sara over so her face was being pressed into the bed. Sara struggled, trying to get away from the woman. The smooth nylon rope held her body tightly, preventing her from moving. She woman pulled Sara’s legs up and secured them with a rope that connected to her chest harness, securing Sara into a tight hogtie. Sara fought and cried into her gag, begging the woman to release her.

“You know, this is all your fault you know” the woman said, observing Sara’s panic. “You left the house unlocked, you left your window open, all this is on you, your horny little bitch”. Sara sobbed into the gag, wishing she had never thought of her plan. Sara was slid onto the ground, where she saw a large duffel bag laying awaiting her. She fought the woman as hard as she could, but in her trussed up state, was quickly forced into the bag. The woman zipped it up, shutting Sara out from the world. As the straps of the bag were cinched, further securing Sara, she continued to plead into her gag, pulling at her bonds, trying her hardest to prevent the inevitable from happening.

Sara felt the bag be lifted up and carried out of her room. She heard her garage door open, and the trunk to her car be opened. She was plopped down and heard the woman say to her, “all I have to do is call in to your school as your parents and tell them you’re sick and won’t be at school. Then we get not only the weekend, but all week to play before your parents get back! Isn’t that sweet?”

Sara struggled in her bag, moaning into her gag.

“Once they’re on their way back, I’ll just drop you off at your house. And since I have those drawings of yours, you won’t tell anyone. It would truly be a shame if they were leaked to your school, wouldn’t it?”

Sara moaned in her gag, knowing the woman was right.

Satisfied, the woman slammed the trunk of Sara’s car closed. Sara felt the car start, then begin moving. She accepted that she was going to be the woman’s toy for the better part of the week, and that there was nothing she could do. She painfully pulled at her bonds again, trying to get comfortable for an unknown amount of time.

‘Maybe this isn’t so bad’ a small part of Sara thought. ‘You've always wanted to be tied up like this, and now you get a week of it’.

Sara thought this to herself, and realized she wasn’t as scared as she was before. The woman seemed to only want to have some fun before returning Sara to her home. She wondered if the woman was as desperate to enjoy some bondage as she was. Sara flexed her body again, already sore from the tightness of her bonds. She knew she had a long week ahead of her, but no longer dreaded it and more-so looked forward to what devious plans the woman had for her.

Hey, HYB here. I would love to here some of your story ideas down in the comments. If I really like your idea, I will shout you out when I write it!

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