Lil Missy UK - Intruder Tells Me to Strip and Cuff Myself

Just another day in the Missy household. I am getting ready for bed and putting on my comfy pink PJ’s after a long day at work. I can’t wait to just get into bed and be all cozy and relax. But when I pull back the covers I am surprised to find two pairs of metal chained handcuffs. That’s very odd, where did they come from?!? Suddenly I notice out of the corner of my eye someone standing in my bedroom doorway. This makes me jump and ask the intruder what they are doing here? They seem to be here for me and I’m told to strip out of my PJ’s in front of them. I try to resist but the intruder is having none of it and makes me see things are going to go his way whether I like it or not. I start to remove my clothing very slowly confessing how humiliating this all is and that they should just leave now and I won’t say anything. They of course do not listen. I am down to only my tiny lace panties and think that we are done here but the intruder insists that I keep going and remove my panties as well. I really try to resist, trying to hold onto what little dignity I have left but of course the intruder couldn’t care less about my dignity. I lovely remove the fabric leaving me completely naked in front of a complete stranger. I try to cover myself but I am told to spin around so they can get a good look at me. I’m told to get onto the bed to receive further instructions. I’m told all I need will be found in my bedside table. I lean over and collect a roll of PVC tape and scissors. I’m instructed to stuff my panties into my mouth and tightly wrap the tape around my head keeping them inside. I protest but we know how this goes. I tightly wrap the tape around my head and show off how effective it is to the stranger. Next I’m told to take a pair of cuffs and bind my ankles together followed by my wrists bound behind my back. Naked and humiliated I struggle on my bed for a while whilst the stranger just watches, he has a smug smile that only grows and my please become more desperate. He finally comes closer to me and I think that finally he may have had enough but to my dismay he only heightens my torment. Now my ankles and wrists are bound together with a final pair of hinged cuffs. Keeping me in a restrictive hogcuff position. The metal cutting into my skin the more I struggle to be free. The more I seem to moan and beg the more excited the intruder seems to get. Will he ever let me go?