I’ve just got back to my hotel room after a party. I take off my heels and slip off my dress to reveal a suspender belt, seamed stockings and a little thong. I hang my dress in the wardrobe, then I am grabbed from behind by an intruder. I then find myself tied up in the wardrobe. I plead with the intruder, that I don’t have anything worth taking, so they might as well just let me go. This doesn’t work, and I am instead gagged with a black and white ballgag. After being left to struggle, I think that the intruder may actually have left. I get up but accidentally uncover the safe that I was sat on. I desperately try to cover it again, but it’s too late. The intruder ties me in the wardrobe again. This time on my knees, with my hands above my head, tied to the clothes rail. I again insist that there’s nothing in the safe and that I won’t give them the combination either. The intruder doesn’t believe me and stuffs some of my dirty panties into my mouth. A worn stocking is also used as a cleave gag. The intruder closes the wardrobe doors and walks out of the room, leaving me to struggle alone in the darkness. When they finally return and open the door, I reluctantly agree to give them the code for the safe. Inside, they find my passport, some money, and my most precious possession, a wand vibrator. I am now tied for a third time. I’m still on my knees, but now my legs are spread, a chest harness has been added, and I’m gagged with a tape wrap gag. My wrists and elbows are tied behind my back and now it’s my neck attached to the clothes rail above. The tight rope around my neck keeps me staying upright, or else I’d struggle to breathe. To humiliate me even further, the wand has been taped to my thigh and is pressing firmly on my crotch. Despite my predicament, I can’t stop myself from having a degrading orgasm as the intruder watches on. After they’ve “had their fill” of me, they again close the wardrobe doors and listen to my futile muffled screams.