Emma has been into bondage for as long as she can remember. When she hires a company to give her the bondage experience of her dreams, not everything goes according to plan...

Emma was a young 20 year old college student, getting ready for her 21st birthday. She was very pretty, her flawless skin would seem to shimmer in the sun. Her long blonde hair was always freshly washed and she always smelt faintly of perfume. She had a natural beauty to her that not many women have. Emma had known this for a while and would often spend hours admiring herself in the mirror and in the pictures she posted of herself online.

Emma was also incredibly into bondage. She loved anything that had to do with ropes, tape, leather, latex... anything that could be used to restrain someone. She had always dreamed of being tied up and dominated by someone, or put into a tight hogtie and be completely at the mercy of her captor, or be taped to a chair and have her feet tickled relentlessly... Emma had recently discovered that she might be able to live these dreams, only once she turned 21...

Emma walked down the hallway, her heeled boots clicking on the tiled floor. She was excitedly walking towards an office that she hoped would be able to grant her wish. She had discovered this place online and had read the businesses description. It advertised itself as the 'Bondage Business'. She had gleefully read reviews under the website and had immediately traveled there to check out their office.

Emma pulled the door open, entering the room. There was a young woman at the desk who looked up from her computer where she had been clicking at her keyboard.

"Welcome to the Bondage Business, how may I help you?" she asked politely.

"Hi, I have an appointment with Mark" Emma replied, walking up to the desk.

"With Mark... yep, I have you right here. He should be waiting for you" the woman said, checking her computer screen.

Emma walked briskly around the desk towards the office door, situatued to the side of the desk. She could feel her heartrate increasing as she got closer to her dream. She knocked softly on the door and, upon hearing a "come in!" from inside the room, opened the door and strode in.

Inside the room a middle-aged man sat at the desk wearing a suit. His clean-shaven face and nicely brushed hair gave off the atmosphere of professionality. Emma introduced herself, shook his hand, and sat down across from him at his prompting.

"So, I believe you are looking for a certain 'experience'?" Mark asked Emma.

Emma nodded shyly. "Yeah, thats why I'm here!" she said slightly awkwardly.

"Well, you've come to the right place then!" the man proclaimed. "The only downside is you aren't 21 yet. As you know, we want our customers to be fully matured before they make this kind of decision. However, you can appove the purchase now, but we won't be able to do anything for you until you turn 21."

"Yeah, that sounds right" Emma said. "I read your terms online."

"Oh perfect! So we can proceed to the paperwork then."

Mark handed Emma a large packet containing the terms, as well as Emma's special requests. What the business specialized in was giving each individual their specific bondage dream, everything they could hope for. At sometime during a chosen day, they would 'break into' the customer's house and tie them up for the night, giving them the experience they were paying for. The goal was to make the home invasion seem as realistic as possible in order to make the patron feel as helpless as they can.

Emma read through the terms and signed them. She then went on to the page that she could put her requests in. There was a long list of things that the company could do to their patrons while they were in bondage, and Emma only needed to check off the ones that she didn't want. She quickly checked off 'electric shocking' and 'breathplay' (these turned her stomach), but found herself hesitant to check any more off. Although she didn't want to be 'whipped' or 'groped', she decided that to make it more realistic for herself she would need to be uncomfortable and completely at the mercy of her captors to do things to her she was uncomfortable with. As she turned the page leaving these items unchecked, she could feel herself turned on at the idea of what she was signing up for.

Emma finished the paperwork, signed again, and put the date she wanted the event to happen. She wrote her 21st birthday, the soonest she could possibly have it occur. Any earlier and it would violate the terms, and Mark verified this with her. Emma left the office feeling flushed and excited that she would finally be able to live her dream.

Several weeks later it was the night before Emma's birthday. She had been waiting for this day expectantly, becoming more and more excited as each day passed. Emma had returned home early, tired from a long day of studying. She parked her car in front of her apartment (one side to a condominium) and unlocked her door. She knew her neighbor wouldn't be home, he was an older man who took fishing trips every weekend. She walked inside, locking the door behind her and plopped down on her sofa. She was extremely excited for tomorrow when she would get to live her bondage dream. She had already eaten dinner with her friends, and so she quickly fell asleep on her couch...

Emma suddenly woke up to the sound of her door slamming open. Her eyes instantly flew open and she jumped up from the couch to see what the sound was. She could see three large figures entering the room at a near-run. She managed to utter "Hey, wha-" before she was grabbed by the figure in front and muffled with his hand. Emma was violently thrown onto the couch, the same figure holding her flat on the couch, his hand pressed tightly over her mouth. Another figure had pulled out a roll of duct tape and started to speedily wrap the tap around Emma's hands which were being held behind her back.

'Is it really happening already? I thought it would happen at night, not the morning of my birthday!' Emma thought to herself. After her initial panic she had remembered that this was planned and had relaxed, not struggling so the men could restrain her however they planned.

The man with the roll of duct tape hadn't stopped with her wrists: he had wrapped her fists tightly together and was working his way up her arms. Emma moaned into the hand over her mouth as her elbows were pulled tightly together into an uncomfortable position. Once the roll of duct tape had run out, the man holding Emma's mouth pulled her into an upright position and removed his hand. Emma opened her mouth to say something and quickly had a cloth shoved into her mouth. She instantly noticed a disgusting taste that was already threatening to overpower her and she regretted not checking off the 'gagged with a foul substance' box on the checklist. The second man pulled out a second roll of tape and began wrapping it around Emma's head, securing the gag in place. He continued to wrap for several minutes, expending an entire roll. The tape was layered at least 20 layers thick and wrapped around her neck, over her chin and right up to the bottom of her nose. The tightness of each added layer contributed to a final extreme tightness, painfully stretching Emma's jaw. 'Damn, thats really tight, too tight' Emma thought to herself, regretting not checking the 'extremely tight gag' box.

Emma 'struggled' against her captors, which really meant making it easy for them to restrain her. She was already getting into the role of captive and was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

The man had retrieved a third roll of tape and wrapped it around Emma's legs, beginning at her ankles and working his way up. Emma's bare legs slowly dissapeared as more and more tape slowly mummified her lower body as the man continued wrapping. He wrapped around her calves and tore the tape off, then started wrapping again above her knees over her bare thighs. Emma had removed most of her clothes when she had laid down on the couch and had left on only a light t-shirt and a pair of shorts that only came down an inch or two. Another roll of tape was wrapped around Emma's stomach and arms, securing her arms (already taped behind her back) to her body. Yet another roll was used to wrap above and below Emma's breasts, making her cleavage pop out between the layers.

When the men stepped back to observe their job, what sat before them was a tightly bound Emma. Her feet, clad in short socks, were poking out from a wrap of tape. Her only exposed skin was her knees, situated between the wrap around her calves and the wrap around her thighs, and the parts of her face that were still exposed from the intense gag.

Emma moaned into her gag, looking up at the two men watching her. She was more excited for what was coming than for anythign else in her life. She had been completely restrained, and while some of it was uncomfortable, it made her even more stimulated since she had no choice but to accept it. She waited expectantly for what the two men were going to do to her.

"Well Ed, that was easy" the man on the left said, looking at his partner.

"Yeah, she didn't struggle at all. Usually they fight you hard. Not this one though" Ed said in reply.

'They must be roleplaying the job' Emma thought to herself. She decided to not worry about it and instead began testing our her bonds. She started by yelling as loud as she could into her gag.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!". All that came out was a soft moan, her scream muffled entirely by the foul cloth in her mouth.

Ed laughed. "Hey Joe, now she gets it! After shes completely restrained, now she wants to protest."

Joe laughed too. "I wonder if she's one of those wierdos who enjoys this kind of thing."

Emma was beginning to get impatient. She was completely at their mercy, and they simply stood there talking! Emma let out another muffled 'mmph' and flopped onto her side, trying to get their attention.

"Hey, wheer do you think you're going?" Joe said, reaching forward and grabbing Emma by the shoulders. Emma squealed in delight (only a soft moan through the gag), excited to finally be manhandled. Joe picked her up and plopped her back down on the couch in the upright position.

"Now you don't go anywhere, OK? We have to go get some things." Joe said. Emma was feeling reckless and yelled into her gag again, flopping to the floor. She squirmed around, feeling extremely turned on, practically begging the men to make her bondage good.

"Dang, she MUST be one of those kinks. I mean look at her, she seems like she's enjoying this". Ed remarked, watching Emma squirm about on the floor, the tape holding her fast.

"Yeah. Luckily we have things for these type of people" Joe replied.

'YES YES YES PLEASE' Emma shouted in her mind. Everything was adding up and all she wanted was to be dominated. She could tell she was already close to a climax and she hadn't had any 'stimulation' yet. Being at the mercy of three men she didn't know who had broken into her house in the middle of the night and had taped her up and gagged her, it carried her tantalizingly close to a climax.

"Hey Bill, c'mere! We need that bag of yours!" Joe called out to the third man who had entered. Emma had nearly forgotten that three men had broke in, as preoccupied as she had been with the two in front of her.

The third man, presumably Bill, entered the room a few seconds later, holding a large bag.

"This one of the fun ones?" Bill asked as he walked around the couch to stand in front of Emma, laying bound on the ground.

"Yeah" Ed said. "Imma go start looting the place, good luck with her."

'Looting the place? He's probably just roleplaying' Emma thought to herself as Ed left.

"Imma go help Ed, you do your thing." Joe said before leaving as well.

Emma and Bill looked at each other, the only two remaining people in the room. Bill kneeled down next to Emma's head and began pulling things out of his bag.

Emma was becoming more and more excited as he pulled more items out of the bag. She saw a blindfold, a brush, a flyswatter, several dildos and eggs and more bondage devices. Emma rolled about, coming closer and closer to her first climax. As she watched Bill remove items, she happened to notice a watch on his wrist. It occured to Emma that by coming early in the morning, she would get less time than she had agreed to. She glanced at his watch to see just how long she would get to enjoy her bondage, and saw the numbers 11:30pm illuminated on the face.

Emma froze, recalling her conversation with Mark at the Bondage Business. He had been extremely adamant that doing this kind of thing while she was under 21 was extremely illegal and would never be done while she was 20. Seeing it was 11:30, she knew her 21st birthday hadn't occured yet: she was still twenty.

'Maybe they got the day wrong? They had to have gotten the day wrong, right?' Emma thought to herself in a panic. 'But I know I put the day down right, they must have misread it...'

Bill noticed that Emma had stopped her 'struggles'. He chuckled to himself before reaching out and tickling the bottoms of her socked feet. This action quickly pulled Emma right back to the edge of cumming, although that doubt still sat in the back of her mind.

"Hey, so you do like this" Bill said to her, noticing the excited look on her face following the brief tickle. "You know, I'm kind of into this too. But not from your side, I like to be the one who does stuff to you."

Emma listened, wondering where he could be going with this.

"My agreement with the boys is I only get to do this if the person we tie up is into it too. They think its pretty wierd that I... or 'we'... get a kick out of this. But, they don't care as long as both parties are into it."

Emma frowned, the small nugget of doubt in her mind growing larger. She worried that something wasn't right.

At that moment, Bill reached up and tore Emma's shirt easily. He tore it in between the two layers of tape holding her breasts, exposing her bra underneath. Emma moaned into her gag, returning yet again to the edge of a climax. Bill carefully pulled Emma's bra down so her firm, shapely breasts popped out, held in place by the coils of tape around her chest. Emma could feel herself on the edge, all she needed was some physical stimulus and she would be cumming. Luckily for her, Bill picked up two pads from the pile next to him and firmly pressed them into Emma's breasts. She felt herself release, a wave of pleasure crashed over her and a moan of happiness emanated from her gag.

"Wow, that horny, are we?" Bill asked, laughing to himself. Emma was so deeply in a state of pleasure that she didn't notice that the pads stuck to the tops of her breasts, and that Bill was attaching wires to them. Emma was moaning into her gag, rocking her body back and forth, milking the last moments of her orgasm when she suddenly felt a painful shock on her breasts. She was pulled out of her trance and shouted into her gag as a second violent shock painfully attacked her exposed breasts. Emma looked down to see wires running from the pads to a small box that the wires were plugged into. Emma cried into her gag as a third, more powerful shock racked her body. Emma flopped from side to side, straining to brak free from her bonds.

'I said no shocking! I said no shockiaaGGHHH!' Emma thought as a fourth shock surged through her chest. She hated the idea of being shocked and now that she was being subjugated to it, she hated the reality of it too. Bill had reached over and had pressed Emma's shoulders into the floor, forcing her still while she felt shock after shock painfully tear through her breasts.

Finally, Bill turned the box off. Emma lay on the floor, breathing hard through her nose, graoning into her gag. She lay unmoving, already exhausted from the few short minutes she had been straining to break free. Nothing had come even slightly loose, her legs were still tightly secured together, her hands tighly held into fists, her arms pinned together and to her back. Her gag hurt, she could taste the foul substance in her spit as it had soaked through the cloth and had begun to run down her throat. She coughed, trying to get the taste out of her throat.

"Thats just a taste of what you'll get to experience on your way home tonight" Bill said, smiling down at Emma.

'WHAT! I can't do that again!' Emma thought to herself, that nugget of worry now having grown to a full scale panic. Emma now knew these weren't the people sent by the bondage business, these were actual invaders who now could do anything they wanted to her.

"Yo Bill! We're ready!" Emma faintly heard from the other room.

"Well, thats all the time we get here. Maybe we'll have some more fun later?" Bill shrugged, addressing Emma on the floor.

'NO, please NO!' Emma thought to herself, beginning to panic again. She cried out into her gag, pleading with him to let her go. Bill could only faintly hear her, and they seemed to only be slight moans.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of things to enjoy on the ride."

Emma fought as well as she could in her position against Bill as he pulled her shirt up and her shorts down, exposing her dual holes. She protested as he quickly inserted several eggs into each hole before replacing the shorts and underwear. He wrapped more duct tape around her crotch, securing the intruding objects inside Emma. He taped the box with the wires attached to her leg with enough tape to keep it secure no matter what Emma did. Bill put all of his items back in his bag and hoisted Emma up onto his shoulder, where she continued to kick and struggle. As the four exited her house, Emma cried out for help, praying someone would hear her and get her out of this hell she had been put into. They approached a 4-door sedan, parked across the street from her front door. Emma saw the trunk pop open remotely, and doubled her struggles against Bill. The tape wrapping around her arms and hands held her better than any ropes she had ever self-bound herself with and her legs remained as tightly attached together as they had when they were first wrapped. Her gag painfully crushed her face, holding her jaw painfully wide. She screamed and cried into the gag, trying as hard as she could to make any audible sound. Only slight 'mmph's and 'mmmmm's made it out the gag and she was inevitably dropped into the trunk of the car. Emma turned herself around in the trunk to look up at Bill, who stood watching her with a large smile on his face. He didn't say anything else: he simply raise his hand and pressed a button on a small remote he was holding. The eggs that had been inserted instantly began buzzing, causing Emma to twist and contort to try to control her growing orgasm. Bill slammed the trunk closed, plunging Emma into darkness. Emma continued to fight her growing orgasm as she felt the car start and begin to move. Just as it began to move, she was brutally shocked through the pads on her breasts with the same strength as before, making Emma cry out into her gag in pain. Everything added up and caused her to orgasm for the second time that night, certainly not the last. Even as she was recovering from this, she felt the pads shock her once again, making her writhe about in the cramped space of the trunk. The eggs continued buzzing, the pads continued shocking her, the gag continued to force disgusting tastes down her throat and the tape continued to hold her body in tight uncomfortable bondage. As Emma began to approach her third orgasm, the pads mercilessly attacking her tortured breasts, she knew she was in for the longest night of her life...

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