Busy doing my chores in my knee high sock, panties and top. All a lovely shade of mustard. I'm finishing up the washing up when I'm surprised by an intruder.

Next thing I know I am frogtie on my kitchen island. My top has been removed and used to cleave gag me, exposing my matching mustard bra underneath. My arms are tied crossed to my chest and a tight crotch rope cuts into me.

I moans and plead through my tight gag, struggling on the counter top. I'm helpless as you move around me, getting a good view of my bound body.