Burglar Fantasy

A classic never gets old. It is always fun and exciting. It happens with movies, with books, and with bondage scenes. I’m young, barely 25. And I don’t care to admit that my favorite bondage game is the burglar fantasy. Yes, I know that, probably, my mother played that same bedroom game with my father. I mean, maybe even my granny used to play victim for my granddad! So what?! If you enjoy it, what do you care if it’s new or old?

Maybe, I learned to appreciate old things because of my dad. He keeps a lot of stuff from the late 80s and early 90s—the years of his youth. And I’m not kidding! He’s got CDs, DVDs, and even some tapes and VHSs from that time! Why? Because he cherishes them. They take him back to the time when he was young and had no responsibilities beyond getting acceptable grades and working enough to have money to go out on the weekend. That’s great, if you ask me.

Now, I’ve been a fan of bondage since my early teens. I shouldn’t say that, since it’s supposed to be a thing for adults, but that’s how it happened. (You can’t keep your innocence too long in the era of the Internet.) And my favorite game is the burglar fantasy.

Yes, I like to pretend I’m a single woman, all alone in my apartment. I come back home from work and take a long shower. After that, I put on some light clothes (the weather is very hot) and got ready to sleep. I’m so tired that, in a matter of minutes, I’m already dreaming.

But, oh no!, I left the window open, and a masked man (my boyfriend) has broken into my place. I wake up, and, before I can scream and ask for help, he ties me up in a chair and keeps putting my hard-earned stuff in a bag. 

At first, I think it will all be over in a matter of minutes. But he keeps looking at me. I can see the lust in his eyes. And I feel both terrified and excited about what might happen next. I’m so helpless, he could do anything with me!

I bet it was as good for you reading it as it was for me playing it.

So, why turn your back on a classic?