MILF Burglar

[BlondageMI]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

[Bondage93]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Weird? This was like my earliest TUG fantasy when I was little and first discovering tugs lol. My Aunt had friends who had hard fingernails I thought was perfect for tickling and I'd been happy to have been tied up by my teacher

Weird? This is probably one of the more common fantasies us guys have growing up with a love of tugs

[BlondageMI]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Weird? This was like my earliest TUG fantasy when I was little and first discovering tugs lol. My Aunt had friends who had hard fingernails I thought was perfect for tickling and I'd been happy to have been tied up by my teacher

Weird? This is probably one of the more common fantasies us guys have growing up with a love of tugs

That's interesting...I had no idea!!

[Janbound]

Strange to be the one doing the thing for once. But here goes.

Alan stretched out on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen. The college holidays had brought with them a lazy tranquility that enveloped the usually bustling household. The only sound disturbing the silence was the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the muffled laughter of the sitcom characters echoing through the empty halls. He had been up late the night before, scrolling through social media, watching videos that were supposed to be educational but ended up being mind-numbingly entertaining. The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft, pale glow through the blinds.

The sudden jolting sound of the doorbell sliced through the quiet. Alan groaned, his body protesting the abrupt disturbance to its slumber. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and padded barefoot over to the door, his heart thumping from the unexpected intrusion. He squinted through the peephole, seeing only a blur of color and light. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door, revealing a crisply dressed blonde woman in her early forties. She wore a smart business suit and heels that clicked against the tiles of the entrance hall. Her smile was as bright as the morning sun, but there was something about her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Good morning," she chirped, her voice carrying an unusual edge. "I'm Jan Chambers from the university. We're conducting a survey for market research. May I come in?"

Alan blinked, his sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of the situation. "Uh, sure," he mumbled, stepping aside to let her in. She brushed past him, her perfume a faint whiff of lavender and something else, something metallic. He closed the door and watched as she glanced around the living room, her eyes lingering on the family photos lining the mantel.

Without warning, she spun around, a gun appearing in her hand like a magician's trick. "Sorry about this," she said, her smile turning into a grimace. "But I lied. I'm not here for a survey."

Alan's heart skipped a beat as the cold steel of the gun's barrel pressed against his ribs. She wore latex gloves, her grip firm and steady. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief.

"Don't make a sound," she whispered, her voice now devoid of its previous cheeriness. She shoved him into the center of the room and pulled out a roll of duct tape from her bag. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Alan's thoughts swirled like a tornado, his legs feeling like jelly as he complied. The plastic tape bit into his skin as she wound it around his wrists, cinching them tightly together. He could feel the cold metal of the gun digging into his side, a constant reminder of the danger he was in.

"Why are you doing this?" he croaked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Let's just say I need some quick cash," she replied, her eyes never leaving his as she taped his ankles together. "Now, sit down on the floor and don't try anything funny."

Jan kicked off her shoes, the sound of her heels clattering against the tiles echoing in the otherwise silent room. “Much more comfortable for robbing a place.” Alan felt his throat tighten as he realized the gravity of the situation. He sat down awkwardly, his eyes on the gun. She bent down and grabbed the rope she had brought, looping it around his ankles, and then around his chest, securing him to the chair leg. The rope was rough, chafing against his skin, but he remained still, not wanting to provoke her further.

Her movements were swift and precise, a stark contrast to the leisurely way she had talked earlier. She was all business now, her eyes scanning the room for anything of value. Alan’s mind raced, trying to remember if he had left any of his own savings out in the open. He had been careless with his part-time job earnings, often leaving them on the kitchen counter or in his room.

"Keep still," she ordered, as she wrapped the rope around the chair and his chest. He could feel the fibers biting into his skin, but the fear of the gun kept him compliant. The smell of the rope mingled with her perfume, creating a strange, nauseating bouquet.

"Okay, now, tell me where you keep the electronics," she said, her voice a mix of boredom and impatience. "Laptops, phones, tablets, the works."

Alan's mind reeled as he tried to recall the layout of the house, his eyes darting around the room. "In the study," he managed to croak out. "And there's a safe in my parents' bedroom with some jewelry and cash."

"Good boy," Jan said, patting him on the head with a condescending smile. "Now, don't go anywhere." She reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of bright red panties. “Open wide.” She said holding them up to Alan’s mouth.

Alan looked at the gun, decided he had no choice and let her push the balled up cloth into his mouth before she taped his lips shut.

She disappeared down the hallway, her soft footsteps receding into the depths of the house. He could hear the faint sound of drawers opening and closing, the occasional clink of something metallic. The silence between her movements was deafening.

Alan’s eyes watered as he bit down on the cloth in his mouth, trying to ignore the taste of fabric and her faint musky scent. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest, a painful reminder of his own vulnerability. The TV still played in the background, the laugh track a grim juxtaposition to the tension in the room.

As the minutes ticked by, the sounds grew closer, and he heard Jan’s feet padding on the woodblock floor coming back towards him. She emerged from the hallway, her arms laden with electronics and a small, heavy-looking bag that clinked with each step. The sight of her made his stomach churn with a mix of anger and humiliation but also, though he hated to admit it, a thrill and arousal.

"Looks like you're going to be off the grid for a bit," she said with a smirk, tossing the bag next to him. "But don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon."

Alan's mind raced as he watched her place the stolen goods by the door. His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could help him escape. The gun rested on the coffee table, just out of reach. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of fear and the Jan’s perfume.

"Now, I need the combination to that safe," Jan said, her voice low and menacing.

Alan's eyes widened, the panic rising in his chest. He had hoped she wouldn't remember the safe. He mumbled something indistinct through the gag.

"What's that?" Jan leaned in, her smile twisted into a sneer. "I can't quite understand you."

Alan's eyes grew wide with terror as she reached for his bare feet. The anticipation of her touch was almost worse than the actual sensation of her fingers dancing over his soles. He squirmed and kicked, trying to pull away, but the ropes held him fast. The red panties gagged him, muffling his protests into a series of frantic mumbles and squeaks.

Her nails dug in, tickling him with a ferocity that sent waves of agony up his legs. He bucked and writhed, his eyes watering uncontrollably. The sensation was unbearable, a twisted game that she played with a sadistic smile on her face. His breath came in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to focus on anything but the torture she inflicted.

"The combination," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I know you know it."

Her grip on his feet tightened, and she began to tickle them with a ferocity that made him want to scream. Alan had always been sensitive to tickling, but this was on a whole new level. It was a dance of pain and pleasure, each stroke of her fingers setting his nerves alight with a burning sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He struggled against his restraints, his eyes pleading with her to stop. But Jan was relentless, her laughter cruel and taunting as she watched his face contort in agony.

"Come on," she cooed, her nails digging deeper. "The safe combination. Give it up, and I'll make it stop. Make a “mmmppphh” sound for each digit. There are 6 in total. What’s the first.”

Alan's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the scream that threatened to tear through his gag. He knew if he did not give in, she would only find more ways to torment him. But the agony was unbearable. He took a deep breath and made the first muffled sound, his eyes squeezed shut in defeat.

“That’s a five then?” He nodded.

"Good boy," Jan cooed, her grip on his foot loosening slightly. "Keep going."

Alan took another deep breath and made the next sound, his eyes still tightly shut, his body a taut wire of anticipation and fear. She waited, her fingers poised, ready to resume their sadistic dance at any moment. He made the next sound, and she nodded.

"Good," she said, her voice almost a purr when she had all six digits and read them back to him to check. "But if you're lying to me, Alan, I'll make sure you regret it."

Her words were a promise of unspeakable horror, and Alan felt his stomach drop. He knew he hadn't lied; the combination was his mom's birthday, something she had told him in passing once. But Jan's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of deceit. After a moment that felt like an eternity, she nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Good," she said, standing up. "Now, let's go get that safe open."

Alan watched her, his eyes wide with fear and confusion, as she tucked the gun into the waistband of her skirt and bent down to untie his ankles then release him from the chair. The rope was rough on his skin, but the relief from the tickling was worth it. She led him down the hallway, her hand gripping his arm like a vice. His bare feet slapped against the floor, the coldness of the tiles sending shivers up his spine.

The master bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, a stark contrast to the orderly living room. Jan marched him over to the large, ornate safe in the corner. She pulled out the gun again, pointing it at the open wardrobe “get in.” She said.

Alan’s mind raced as he stepped into the cramped space. He knew he had to act fast. But he could do nothing as Jan bound his ankles and knees again with the rope. The darkness swallowed him, and he felt the door close with a thud, the sound echoing in his ears. The scent of his mother’s perfume filled his nostrils, a strange comfort in this terrifying situation. He could hear Jan’s footsteps softly retreating, the sound of the bedroom door closing.

He tried to focus, pushing down the panic rising in his chest. He knew he had to escape, had to warn his parents. They had told him about strange occurrences in the neighborhood, but he had brushed it off as the usual small-town gossip. Now, he wished he had paid more attention.

The house grew eerily quiet, and the only sound was the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. He strained his ears, listening for Jan's stockinged footsteps on carpet, the jingle of the safe's dial, anything that would indicate she had found what she was looking for. His mind was a tornado of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last.

The sound of the safe's metal gears grinding to a halt was like a gunshot in the stillness. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the click of the lock disengaging. The heavy door swung open with a groan, revealing the treasure trove of his parents' most precious possessions. The light from the bedroom spilled into the safe's dark interior, glinting off gold and silver, casting strange shadows across Jan's face as she surveyed her haul.

Alan had not lied about the combination, but unknown to him his parents had installed a new safety device. A second after Jan spotted the precious hall there was a loud pop and a strange green smoke came out io the safe. Jan fell unconscious to the floor as the alarm sounded.

[Bondage93]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Weird? This was like my earliest TUG fantasy when I was little and first discovering tugs lol. My Aunt had friends who had hard fingernails I thought was perfect for tickling and I'd been happy to have been tied up by my teacher

Weird? This is probably one of the more common fantasies us guys have growing up with a love of tugs

That's interesting...I had no idea!!

Lol yeah, like I enjoy damsels in distress, but being younger, seeing older women, some attractive, some less attractive but domineering. It has an effect on a growing boy who's already interested in TUGs

[GaggedSwitch]

Not weird at all. This is one of my most common fantasies. I always fantasized about tying up and gagging my female classmates, but when it came to female teachers or authority figures at school I fantasized about being tied, gagged and dominated by them.

[mrjones2009]

Strange to be the one doing the thing for once. But here goes.

Alan stretched out on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen. The college holidays had brought with them a lazy tranquility that enveloped the usually bustling household. The only sound disturbing the silence was the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the muffled laughter of the sitcom characters echoing through the empty halls. He had been up late the night before, scrolling through social media, watching videos that were supposed to be educational but ended up being mind-numbingly entertaining. The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft, pale glow through the blinds.

The sudden jolting sound of the doorbell sliced through the quiet. Alan groaned, his body protesting the abrupt disturbance to its slumber. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and padded barefoot over to the door, his heart thumping from the unexpected intrusion. He squinted through the peephole, seeing only a blur of color and light. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door, revealing a crisply dressed blonde woman in her early forties. She wore a smart business suit and heels that clicked against the tiles of the entrance hall. Her smile was as bright as the morning sun, but there was something about her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Good morning," she chirped, her voice carrying an unusual edge. "I'm Jan Chambers from the university. We're conducting a survey for market research. May I come in?"

Alan blinked, his sleep-addled brain trying to make sense of the situation. "Uh, sure," he mumbled, stepping aside to let her in. She brushed past him, her perfume a faint whiff of lavender and something else, something metallic. He closed the door and watched as she glanced around the living room, her eyes lingering on the family photos lining the mantel.

Without warning, she spun around, a gun appearing in her hand like a magician's trick. "Sorry about this," she said, her smile turning into a grimace. "But I lied. I'm not here for a survey."

Alan's heart skipped a beat as the cold steel of the gun's barrel pressed against his ribs. She wore latex gloves, her grip firm and steady. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief.

"Don't make a sound," she whispered, her voice now devoid of its previous cheeriness. She shoved him into the center of the room and pulled out a roll of duct tape from her bag. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Alan's thoughts swirled like a tornado, his legs feeling like jelly as he complied. The plastic tape bit into his skin as she wound it around his wrists, cinching them tightly together. He could feel the cold metal of the gun digging into his side, a constant reminder of the danger he was in.

"Why are you doing this?" he croaked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Let's just say I need some quick cash," she replied, her eyes never leaving his as she taped his ankles together. "Now, sit down on the floor and don't try anything funny."

Jan kicked off her shoes, the sound of her heels clattering against the tiles echoing in the otherwise silent room. “Much more comfortable for robbing a place.” Alan felt his throat tighten as he realized the gravity of the situation. He sat down awkwardly, his eyes on the gun. She bent down and grabbed the rope she had brought, looping it around his ankles, and then around his chest, securing him to the chair leg. The rope was rough, chafing against his skin, but he remained still, not wanting to provoke her further.

Her movements were swift and precise, a stark contrast to the leisurely way she had talked earlier. She was all business now, her eyes scanning the room for anything of value. Alan’s mind raced, trying to remember if he had left any of his own savings out in the open. He had been careless with his part-time job earnings, often leaving them on the kitchen counter or in his room.

"Keep still," she ordered, as she wrapped the rope around the chair and his chest. He could feel the fibers biting into his skin, but the fear of the gun kept him compliant. The smell of the rope mingled with her perfume, creating a strange, nauseating bouquet.

"Okay, now, tell me where you keep the electronics," she said, her voice a mix of boredom and impatience. "Laptops, phones, tablets, the works."

Alan's mind reeled as he tried to recall the layout of the house, his eyes darting around the room. "In the study," he managed to croak out. "And there's a safe in my parents' bedroom with some jewelry and cash."

"Good boy," Jan said, patting him on the head with a condescending smile. "Now, don't go anywhere." She reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of bright red panties. “Open wide.” She said holding them up to Alan’s mouth.

Alan looked at the gun, decided he had no choice and let her push the balled up cloth into his mouth before she taped his lips shut.

She disappeared down the hallway, her soft footsteps receding into the depths of the house. He could hear the faint sound of drawers opening and closing, the occasional clink of something metallic. The silence between her movements was deafening.

Alan’s eyes watered as he bit down on the cloth in his mouth, trying to ignore the taste of fabric and her faint musky scent. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest, a painful reminder of his own vulnerability. The TV still played in the background, the laugh track a grim juxtaposition to the tension in the room.

As the minutes ticked by, the sounds grew closer, and he heard Jan’s feet padding on the woodblock floor coming back towards him. She emerged from the hallway, her arms laden with electronics and a small, heavy-looking bag that clinked with each step. The sight of her made his stomach churn with a mix of anger and humiliation but also, though he hated to admit it, a thrill and arousal.

"Looks like you're going to be off the grid for a bit," she said with a smirk, tossing the bag next to him. "But don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon."

Alan's mind raced as he watched her place the stolen goods by the door. His eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could help him escape. The gun rested on the coffee table, just out of reach. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of fear and the Jan’s perfume.

"Now, I need the combination to that safe," Jan said, her voice low and menacing.

Alan's eyes widened, the panic rising in his chest. He had hoped she wouldn't remember the safe. He mumbled something indistinct through the gag.

"What's that?" Jan leaned in, her smile twisted into a sneer. "I can't quite understand you."

Alan's eyes grew wide with terror as she reached for his bare feet. The anticipation of her touch was almost worse than the actual sensation of her fingers dancing over his soles. He squirmed and kicked, trying to pull away, but the ropes held him fast. The red panties gagged him, muffling his protests into a series of frantic mumbles and squeaks.

Her nails dug in, tickling him with a ferocity that sent waves of agony up his legs. He bucked and writhed, his eyes watering uncontrollably. The sensation was unbearable, a twisted game that she played with a sadistic smile on her face. His breath came in ragged gasps as he desperately tried to focus on anything but the torture she inflicted.

"The combination," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I know you know it."

Her grip on his feet tightened, and she began to tickle them with a ferocity that made him want to scream. Alan had always been sensitive to tickling, but this was on a whole new level. It was a dance of pain and pleasure, each stroke of her fingers setting his nerves alight with a burning sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He struggled against his restraints, his eyes pleading with her to stop. But Jan was relentless, her laughter cruel and taunting as she watched his face contort in agony.

"Come on," she cooed, her nails digging deeper. "The safe combination. Give it up, and I'll make it stop. Make a “mmmppphh” sound for each digit. There are 6 in total. What’s the first.”

Alan's eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the scream that threatened to tear through his gag. He knew if he did not give in, she would only find more ways to torment him. But the agony was unbearable. He took a deep breath and made the first muffled sound, his eyes squeezed shut in defeat.

“That’s a five then?” He nodded.

"Good boy," Jan cooed, her grip on his foot loosening slightly. "Keep going."

Alan took another deep breath and made the next sound, his eyes still tightly shut, his body a taut wire of anticipation and fear. She waited, her fingers poised, ready to resume their sadistic dance at any moment. He made the next sound, and she nodded.

"Good," she said, her voice almost a purr when she had all six digits and read them back to him to check. "But if you're lying to me, Alan, I'll make sure you regret it."

Her words were a promise of unspeakable horror, and Alan felt his stomach drop. He knew he hadn't lied; the combination was his mom's birthday, something she had told him in passing once. But Jan's eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of deceit. After a moment that felt like an eternity, she nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Good," she said, standing up. "Now, let's go get that safe open."

Alan watched her, his eyes wide with fear and confusion, as she tucked the gun into the waistband of her skirt and bent down to untie his ankles then release him from the chair. The rope was rough on his skin, but the relief from the tickling was worth it. She led him down the hallway, her hand gripping his arm like a vice. His bare feet slapped against the floor, the coldness of the tiles sending shivers up his spine.

The master bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes, a stark contrast to the orderly living room. Jan marched him over to the large, ornate safe in the corner. She pulled out the gun again, pointing it at the open wardrobe “get in.” She said.

Alan’s mind raced as he stepped into the cramped space. He knew he had to act fast. But he could do nothing as Jan bound his ankles and knees again with the rope. The darkness swallowed him, and he felt the door close with a thud, the sound echoing in his ears. The scent of his mother’s perfume filled his nostrils, a strange comfort in this terrifying situation. He could hear Jan’s footsteps softly retreating, the sound of the bedroom door closing.

He tried to focus, pushing down the panic rising in his chest. He knew he had to escape, had to warn his parents. They had told him about strange occurrences in the neighborhood, but he had brushed it off as the usual small-town gossip. Now, he wished he had paid more attention.

The house grew eerily quiet, and the only sound was the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. He strained his ears, listening for Jan's stockinged footsteps on carpet, the jingle of the safe's dial, anything that would indicate she had found what she was looking for. His mind was a tornado of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last.

The sound of the safe's metal gears grinding to a halt was like a gunshot in the stillness. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the click of the lock disengaging. The heavy door swung open with a groan, revealing the treasure trove of his parents' most precious possessions. The light from the bedroom spilled into the safe's dark interior, glinting off gold and silver, casting strange shadows across Jan's face as she surveyed her haul.

Alan had not lied about the combination, but unknown to him his parents had installed a new safety device. A second after Jan spotted the precious hall there was a loud pop and a strange green smoke came out io the safe. Jan fell unconscious to the floor as the alarm sounded.

Lucky Guy. Hopefully he can get free before Jan comes round. Maybe get some revenge.

[jone123]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Not weird at all, I used to have these fantasies during my college days.

I still do have these fantasies but with milfs that I see when walking around, specially in the company I work for.

There is a british secretary in my building, we are not in same department but I chatted with her couple of times. She is very kind and caring person and I have so much respect for her. She also takes good care of her appearance too. I always fantasize about her keeping me bound and gagged in her house. Playfully taunting and dominating me

[Reidy]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Not weird at all, I used to have these fantasies during my college days.

I still do have these fantasies but with milfs that I see when walking around, specially in the company I work for.

There is a british secretary in my building, we are not in same department but I chatted with her couple of times. She is very kind and caring person and I have so much respect for her. She also takes good care of her appearance too. I always fantasize about her keeping me bound and gagged in her house. Playfully taunting and dominating me

I relate to this. The receptionist in my work building is a bit older but has quite an attractive look about her. I imagined her stashing me tied up in the stationary cupboard.

[johntaeger]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Hey BlondageMI! please check your emails or add me as a friend, i'd love to get in touch with you!

[BlondageMI]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Hey BlondageMI! please check your emails or add me as a friend, i'd love to get in touch with you!

I look forward to hearing from you!

[johntaeger]

Does anyone have a good story or fantasy about college age, or even high school age, boys being restrained/robbed by a MILF stranger?

Or is that just too weird?

Hey BlondageMI! please check your emails or add me as a friend, i'd love to get in touch with you!

I look forward to hearing from you!

I sent you an email! Lmk if you got it

[40 plus denier]

I'd love to be tied up by a Milf burgler. I'd be watching tv or something so I couldn't hear her break in. She would tie me up and gag me ( preferably no tape) . I'd then be helpless if she wanted to have any fun