I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her…
I caught her just as she was getting home from work. Cutest little black dress and heels. And she? Oh, she was a hottie, to be sure. But then again, I have a weakness for the dark-haired Hispanics…
“You…you’re a burglar, right?”
“Yeah…” I said, waiting for her to scream or some such nonsense.
“Are you…are you gonna tie me up? I mean…you HAVE to tie me up, right?”
THAT was new. Been doing the whole burglary thing for quite some years…never had a home owner ask that. “Don’t necessarily HAVE to, hon…you could just sit on the couch and…”
“Oh, NO, you don’t get out of this THAT easily. If you’re a robber, there’s a chance I’ll scream, and that’s a BIG chance…you’re gonna have to tie and gag me.”
“I mean, I’m trying to be reasonable here. I tie pretty tight…”
Her breath quickened when I said that. Almost in anticipation. “If you don’t tie me up and gag me, I’m gonna scream to high heaven until the cops from two states over come to get you…”
“Alright, alright, alright…” I say and she jumps up a little, looking kinda giddy.
“I know I’m asking a lot, but can you leave the TV? It’s the only thing I don’t have insured.”
“Bloody thing’s too big for me to carry, anyway…” I say, then spin her around and clamp my hand onto her mouth.
“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right, understand? No bitching, no complaining, just me tying you up. Understand?” She nodded in agreement. “Good girl. Brought some rope with me, but not any gags…you gonna be quiet?” In response to that, she pointed at a cabinet. I walked around to it with her still in my grasp. Opening it, I found a small cache of bondage gear…rope, duct tape…and an…ahem…”personal massager”. SOMEone likes bondage.
“Continue to be a good girl,” I said to her, “I’ll use the massager on you in a few places before I leave…” She bounced a bit in my grasp, then gave me a “thumbs up” as an agreement. “Gonna take my hand away so I can start tying you…no screaming.” She nodded.
Got to talking with her as I tied…turns out she’s a decent sort…9-5 job that pays her way in life with some “fun” money left over, and a love of being tied up she got early. She wasn’t sure how she came to love it, but she did…it got her off, and that was all that mattered.
Put a decent tie on her then went to tape gag her. “That’s some good shit right there,” she commented. “It’ll keep me quiet for hours without coming loose. You, um, meant what you said about the vibe, right? I haven’t been vibed by someone in ages…MMMMMPH!” First strip went on and made the conversation moot.
I mean what I promise…turned her on her side and plugged the vibe in…pulled the bottom of her dress up and her pantyhose down and just let it go to town. Took almost literal seconds for the thing to bring her to climax, and she was quite the happy girl as it did. I could almost make out the word “Again” from her gagged mouth, and to be fair, the vibe DID bring her off quickly, so I hit her again with it…took a bit longer the second time as she was recovering from the first orgasm, but she did eventually go over.
“Now…I’ve got what I wanted from you. How long do I leave you like this before calling the cops?” She looked up, as if in deep thought, then held up three fingers with one hand. “Three hours, then?” I asked, and she shook her head yes. “Alright then…but before I go, I’m helping myself to a handful or two of those boobs…” I pulled down the top of her dress and started feeling them, her eyes closing in appreciative response to my attentions.
“Same time next week?” I quipped as I went to leave. I was only joking, but she started shaking her head in massive approval….
Janessa for today.