BounDlife

Sara was still dressed in her evening wear when the cold metal was jabbed into her back. She instinctively put her hands up in surrender, her breathing quick and shallow. The flush of heat and panic overcame her, but was tempered by the familiar throbbing in her clit.

Her longtime fantasy of being captured at home by a burglar was now a reality, although she wasn’t prepared for who sneaked in through the apartment. The petite brunette robber was stunning in her glossy skintight suit, the high heeled boots similarly gleaming in the light of the bedroom. The catburglar calmly instructed Sara to strip off and smirked as the black dress fell to the floor. She was allowed to keep her bra and panties on for the moment….her strappy heels too. The robber grabbed her bag and the ropes fell out, along with the roll of white tape. Sara sat obediently as the rope was expertly applied to her wrists, with the tape tightly and smoothly wrapped around her mouth and head. She winced as the sticky stuff caught in her hair and then settled like a vice, moulding itself to her face. More ropes bound her thighs, knees and ankles. The tight latex suit brushing against her skin….making her gasp softly.

The robber noticed the involuntary sound and pressed herself closer to Sara and even began to rub her thigh against the bound woman’s leg. The robber taunted her victim and decided to see where this turn of events would lead. Sara was helped to shuffle onto the bed, lying on her back. The robber straddled her victim, rubbing her shiny frame tightly against Sara. The heat from the suit was matched by the warm moistness from Sara’s pussy….again, something observed by her captor.