Lil Missy was babysitting, dressed in a tiny top and even shorter shorts. The adult boys she was watching wanted to play Cowboys and Indians, and since Missy had played this game before, she assumed the role of the Cowboy who gets captured by the Indians. She agreed to the game as long as they untied her soon. They tied her hands behind her back and fastened her legs to the legs of the chair with sturdy ropes. A cleave gag muffled her protests as she struggled against her restraints, admiring the skill with which she'd been bound.

After some time, the boys went to their friend's ho...

Lil Missy was babysitting, dressed in a tiny top and even shorter shorts. The adult boys she was watching wanted to play Cowboys and Indians, and since Missy had played this game before, she assumed the role of the Cowboy who gets captured by the Indians. She agreed to the game as long as they untied her soon. They tied her hands behind her back and fastened her legs to the legs of the chair with sturdy ropes. A cleave gag muffled her protests as she struggled against her restraints, admiring the skill with which she'd been bound.

After some time, the boys went to their friend's house next door, leaving her alone in her binds. Missy wriggled in her seat, growing increasingly upset with each passing moment. Just when she thought she couldn't bear it anymore, she heard a noise and someone entered the room.

Missy tried to ask for help, but her words were swallowed by the gag. To her surprise, someone returned and untied her hands. Grateful, she thanked him, though confusion filled her as she didn't recognize his face. It turned out he was a burglar who'd broken into the house. Seeing that she was alone, he took advantage of the situation and demanded she remove her top and shorts.

Left in just a bra and thong, Missy felt embarrassed but resigned herself to her fate. Believing she would be tied up once more, she watched in horror as the intruder led her towards a nearby door. Her hands were bound together above her head using strong ropes threaded through the top of the door, and her ankles were tied together securely. Once again, the cleave gag silenced her cries for help.

Missy twisted and rubbed her legs against the ropes, desperately trying to loosen her bindings. All the while, she muttered about the absurdity of being tied up not once, but twice.