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This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes both consensual and non-consensual sexual acts. If such things bother you, please don't read it. It is tongue-in-cheek fiction. The author would not wish these things to happen to anyone, male or female, in real life.

Thomas Silk

Copyright 2016 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions

So how did it all start. How did I become the Baron? A man, who ladies beg to make love to them. Well it didn't start out that way.

I was working my way up quickly in the company I would soon own. I was bored. Work was too easy for me. Like most men, I like beautiful women. I admired successful women. I like fine jewelry. And I wanted a challenge. The other side of the coin was that as Mr. Bradley Smith, I was handsome enough, but somehow upper crust women and even other women thought that I was boring. I didn't race cars or boats and I didn't know movie stars. I was just a businessman in a business that was boring. And if one woman knows it in a given society circle, they all know it.

So it was on the evening of April 6, 1963. I was at a company party for one of the owners. His wife had suggested that I meet their daughter. Her name was Emily. I had misgivings about such things. They almost never work. And it didn't work. She spent 10 minutes with me before telling me I wasn't her type. The woman was 5' 8" with long brunette hair. In heels and her hair piled high, she appeared almost as tall as I did. She was wearing a slinky gold gown with sparkles on it. One shoulder was bare, And there was a rock of first magnitude on a silver chain around her neck. You couldn't help but look at that rock, which led your eyes to her amble breasts.

I left the party...alone, like I always did. I drove about half a mile, parked in a secluded area and walked back. There was no security at the mansion...not even a dog. I had on my tux, fedora and white cotton gloves. It was simple to climb up to the second story...because there was an outside staircase. I heard her in the shower. I tied a handkerchief over my face, forced the window open and stepped into the young woman's room.

I could have stolen the necklace and have been gone before she finished with her shower. But that wasn't the point. I wanted her to see me steal it. Having never done this before, I really wasn't prepared. I had to restrain her and keep her from crying out with her family and servants all around. I went over to her chest of drawers and found a stack of high-end silk scarves. They were square scarves, probably ones that she wore over her head. I liked women that wore headscarves. They seemed so feminine with all their fancy colors and they smelled of the woman's perfume or hairspray.

I heard the shower turn off. What to do? I looked around and hid behind one of those folding screens that women change behind in movies. I watched as this perfect naked female body came into view. She had been wearing a shower cap in the shower so her hair was dry. She was still drying herself off. She went to the bed and slipped on a clean pair of satin panties. Then she put on her negligee which she pulled over her head. I will tell you that I was both scared stiff and very stiff in another way.

I would have one chance to grab her from behind as she moved around the bed to get in bed. Otherwise, I would have to wait until she went to sleep to make my escape. When the second came, I pounced. Clamping a hand over her mouth and grabbing her body, she squirmed in my grasp.

"No screaming if you value your life," I hissed in her ear. I realized at that point I had no idea how I was going to tie her up without her cooperation. If I let go, she could scream. If I didn't let go, I couldn't tie her up. Fortunately, the young woman solved the problem for me by fainting in my arms. I have to admit that at first I thought I had killed her. I took her to the bed and placed her cross ways on top of the covers. I got the scarves and tied her hands behind her back. Tied her ankles and knees. Finally, I tied a pretty floral scarf over her mouth.

I sat and waited for her to wake up. This was no good unless she was awake. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She started laughing through the gag. She worked the scarf covering her mouth and it fell away.

"You do realize that the good stuff is in my mom's room and in her bathroom, right?" she pointed out. I rushed over to clamp my hand over her mouth.

"Stop it. If I had wanted to scream, I would have done it already," she pointed out.

"Stay quiet," I said.

"Why? You going to tie a silk scarf over my mouth again? For the last 10 years, since I was a child, I hoped that someone would rob us....add some excitement to my life. Hope that they would tie me up so I am helpless. Maybe take me against my will. And who do I get? You. You are handsome enough I suppose, but I can't see much of your face. But boy you are a dud as a robber. I had to fake fainting so you would tie me up. And then this is what I get," she pointed out as she shook her head.

"Sorry, first time..."I blurted out.

"Great...Isn't there a school for burglars and robbers? There should be. You need it. First of all, tighten these scarves. I can slip out of them in a few seconds..." she instructed.

"Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you," I blurted out again.

"For heaven's sake, man. You're suppose to be robbing me. My comfort is not important. I want to be manhandled and tied up tight. I'm rooting for you, but you have to help yourself. There are hankies over in the top drawer over there. Stuff a couple in my mouth and tie the scarf as tight as you can over my mouth or even between my lips. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. Fuck me if you want, but use a condom. You don't want to leave evidence and I don't want your baby. My parents only let me near jerks, not someone willing to risk jail time to fuck me. You can still fulfill my fantasy," she hissed.

I did follow her instructions about tying her tighter and gagging her. I really enjoyed doing that. But I wasn't ready to fuck her even though I wanted to. I did leave her with her panties pulled down. I understand that it it took her several hours to get free, but I expect that was because she was living her fantasy as a damsel in distress. She is not the last woman I encountered with that fantasy. The big rock was a fake worth nothing...another lesson learned. What really hurt was the crack about only being introduced to jerks, like me the previous evening.

I clearly needed to study my craft a bit more, if I was to avoid jail.

About a year later...Miss Emily Steward again

I admit that I had some unfinished business with Miss Emily Steward. I had followed her in the society pages. She was a beautiful grown woman, but acted like a snotty little girl to most men. I had learned from my mistakes, from the lessons she had taught me.

I had picked a night when the servants were gone, as was Mr. Steward. Miss Emily was having a girls night out with some of her friends. I got in the same way as I had before. They had put a better lock on the window, but that was about it. I went to the parent's room intending to tie up her mom.

What I saw when I got there were two naked middle age women in bed in a 69 configuration licking out each other's lady business. I cleared my throat and when they raised their heads I realized that Mrs. Steward's friend was perhaps 10 years younger. Neither screamed or said anything. They just looked at me.

"This is not what it seems," the younger woman tried to contradict the obvious.

"Stop it, Marge. The young man isn't blind. He is here to rob me, not play peeping tom," Mrs. Steward explained and I nodded, "Mr. robber, if you would allow us to get dressed, I promise that we will cooperation with you as long as you mean us no harm"

"We will?" her friend asked.

"Would you prefer to be found bound and gagged in the nude?" Mrs. Steward asked.

"How do you know that he will tie us up?"

"They always do. They feel safer when their victims are squirming in ropes with their mouths gagged. I have been robbed three times, I should know. If we are found naked, people might talk"

"Oh...OH!!"

I did let them get dressed, with one exception, but first I had Mrs. Steward show me where all her valuable jewelry was located.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Take your soiled panties, turn them inside out and stuff them in each other's mouth," I ordered. To my surprise, they obeyed immediately, without complaining. I had them hold each other and I tied their hands and feet. I looked through the chest of drawers and located four headscarves and a couple oblong scarves. I also cut cord from the drapes. I tied their arms to their bodies and tied more cord around their bodies. I poked the panties completely in their mouths and secured the gags with a rolled up headscarf.

The two women seemed quite content to snuggle with each other until they were found. Two friends their evening interrupted by a nasty burglar. They get to enjoy each other and their husbands would never know their true relationship.

But, I wasn't here for those two or the jewelry, which was worth a tidy amount. I was here for Miss Emily Steward.

I heard Miss Steward's Rolls Royce pull into the courtyard of the house. From her balcony, I watched the chafferer open the door for her. She was wearing a light blue strapless evening gown, a mink stole was around her shoulders and a Hermes silk scarf covered her hair being wrapped under her chin and tied in back. The hired car left and she came into the mansion.

When she came into her room, I hid behind the drapes and watched her toss the mink stole on the chair. She sat down and then untied the knot of the headscarf featuring hunters chasing a fox. She pulled the ends of the scarf forward and let the scarf drop to her shoulders. Looking in the mirror, she fluffed out her hair. She was about to take of her arm-length opera gloves when she saw me in the mirror.

She stood and turned, "You again! I'll scream!" That idea was made moot when I clamped my hand over her mouth and pulled her close to me, holding her tight.

"No you won't. There is no one to come to your rescue and you will be gagged soon enough anyway. Oh, your mother and her friend are enjoying each other's company comfortably secured and silenced. And I already took the expensive stuff. So, no screaming" I hissed. She nodded and I took my hand from her mouth.

"So what are you doing here. I have nothing of value for you to steal and I am not in the mood to play games. So tie me up and gag me before you leave. You know where I keep my scarves. Or better yet, just leave" She hissed. I slapped her face a couple of times, hard enough to sting, but not not to leave any marks. Tears rolled down her face. She looked afraid for the first time.

"You said you had a fantasy about confronting a real burglar. I am here to fulfill your fantasy and you have nothing to say about it. Turn around," I hissed at her. She was so used to controlling men that being controlled by one, while part of her fantasy, was a new situation for her. She stood there not knowing what to do.

I forcibly turned her so that her back was to me. I had brought cord, not scarves to bind her. I pulled her wrists behind her back, crossed them and tied them securely, looping the cord around and between her wrists. I tied her elbows so that they nearly touched each other. The gloves would protect her arms. There would be no rope burns when she struggled. I pulled her close to me and she could feel my sexual interest.

"Please don't hurt me. You have obviously learned a lot...mmmmphh"Miss Steward's plea was cut short by the wadded up handkerchief I stuffed in her mouth. Not one of her small lacy affairs, but a small man's handkerchief, much larger than a woman's handkerchief, which would fill her small mouth completely. I packed it in her mouth until it was completely behind her teeth. I turned her head towards mine, lifted my handkerchief mask and kissed her on the lips, much to her shock. I played with her captive lips licking the red lipstick off of them. She squirmed trying to get away, but I held her in my grasp, helpless to prevent my advances.

I took out another small man's handkerchief, which was pre-folded into a triangle and then folded down so there was an inch and a half band. I positioned that over her mouth, pulled the ends back, pushed her head down so the gag could be tied as tightly as possible, and knotted the gag. Miss Steward grunted involuntarily when the gag was tied in place. She realized that she would be staying gagged for a while. I like small men's handkerchiefs for this purpose. Larger scarves, bandannas and handkerchiefs can all make effective gags, if tied tightly. These smaller handkerchiefs can be tied more tightly over a woman's mouth compared to larger ones, but must be knotted under her hair due to their size, if the hair is down. They don't slip like some scarves. It does take some skill in using them given their smaller size. But I find that they are immune from facial contortions that women do to rid themselves of the gag. The handkerchief, if tightly tied, becomes like a second skin, frustrating attempts to dislodge it.

I unzipped her gown and pulled it and the bra down exposing her perfect breasts. She stared daggers at me. Her nipples were hard little cherries on the firm mounds of flesh. I fondled her breasts roughly at first and then more softly until they were a light shade of pink. Miss Steward began to moan through her gagged mouth. Her eyes were closed. I took the Hermes scarf and blindfolded her with it, a move that clearly frightened her.

I directed her to her bed and pushed her onto the bed. I went under her gown and pulled her panties down to her knees. I pushed up her gown and could feel the heat coming from her twat.

"Listen and listen good, Miss Steward. I have never taken a woman against her will. I could easily do that now and it is temping given your feelings towards men. However, this is your chance to prevent that. Simply shake your head no and I will stop here. If you agree, to my sexual advances, you will do whatever I want. Understood?" I hissed at her. To my surprise, she shook her head yes. But then there was an urgent attempt at speech through her gag.

"Miss Steward, you are in no position now to demand that I use a condom," I told her softly. I did, however, use a condom. I spent a good hour with the uppity Miss Steward bringing her to several rather intense orgasms. It was a pleasurable experience for both of us, although Miss Steward never really thanked me, but I attribute that to the gag in her mouth. I left her, not on the comfortable bed, but on the hardwood floor of her walk-in closet in a strict hogtie. I did remove the Hermes scarf blindfold, rolled it up and tied it between her legs so that it slid in her love slit as she struggled. I expect she struggled a lot.

As I left her, her look was one of disbelief that she could be so dominated and used by a man. I had accomplished what I set out to do. This was before I started using chloroform on the women I robbed so I heard her start struggling in frustration as soon as I closed the closet door. She wouldn't get free until someone found her, probably the next morning.

All in all, a satisfactory night.

How I got the Nickname 'The Baron'

Lady Emma Johansen was a beautiful 30 something heir to a small fortune after her husband died. I actually met the Lady at a party held in her honor of her birthday at the hotel where she was staying, just outside Berlin. To her, I was, of course, a nobody, a businessman that it had been politically correct to invite to the party. There were about 250 people at the party, most of them nobodies like myself. The crowd cleared out about midnight, but I came back via the employees entrance and went up the stairs to the floor with the penthouse suite. There was a small problem of getting into the suite. Unlike other rooms, the suite required a special key.

With my disguise in place, I spotted the person I need. The nighttime chambermaid that took care of the suite. She was getting something in a storage room with her back to me. I slipped in, closed the door and the room went pitch black. Puzzled, she searched for and found the string that turned on the light bulb in the ceiling. Seeing me, she opened her mouth to scream, but I clamped my hand over her mouth stifling her.

In German, I told her, "I have no intention of hurting you. I need the key to the suite, that is all" She waved her hands in surrender. And I eased my hand off of her mouth.

"The key is in my pocket. Please tie me up and make it look like you assaulted me. Otherwise, management will assume I was part of whatever you plan to do," she whispered.

"I intend to tie you up and gag you. No one will suspect you," I promised.

"No, that is not enough. They already suspect someone of helping burglars. You must do something that leaves no doubt that I was pawn in this," the maid explained.

"I don't hurt women. I will tie you up and gag you, that is all," I tried to convince her.

"Then don't hit me...just fuck me. I really don't mind. It would be exciting and they will not suspect me if you tear my clothes off," she whispered, "There is cord there on wall and my clothes are hanging there. There is a bandanna I wear. Make a good gag. Yes?" With that she turned around and put her hands behind her back. I took the cord and cut off a length with my pocket knife that I carry. I realized that it was not the act of ripping her clothes or even using her that would convince her bosses, it was the cost of the uniform, which she had to pay for herself. I promised her that I would repay her for the cost of the uniform as I tied her hands behind her back.

I went to the hook where her street clothes were hung. The cotton bandanna was blue with a white pattern on it. I then took her purse and hid some money in it. I extracted two ladies handkerchiefs, both obviously used.

"No, no, no...you not put those in my mouth," the maid hissed. I put the hankies back in her purse. I pulled up her uniform and pulled her panties down over her garters and stockings. She stepped out of them and I picked them up, turned them inside out and wadded them.

"No, no, no...Those are dirty mmmpppphhh," she pleaded as I stuffed them into her mouth forcibly.

"You were right someone attacking you sexually, would stuff your panties in your mouth, not those hankies," I told her as I twirled her bandanna and forced the the middle into her mouth, securing the gag behind her head. The young woman made a face as the favor of her underwear filed her mouth.

I threw some towels down on the floor, helped her to the floor. Then I took my knife and cut away her uniform, including her bra. She was soon lying naked on the towels with the shredded uniform around her. Her breasts were heaving in anticipation. I could feel the heat from her sex. I fondled her breasts, but instead of using her, I took out my small bottle of chloroform and a handkerchief. Her eyes widened as she read the label on the bottle. Squirming under me and shaking her head, the young maid fought for the first time trying to kick me.

"You can still claim that I used you. Just say I used a condom," I explained as I put the cloth over her nose. She fought a hopeless battle and soon her eyes flickered and closed. I checked each eye to make sure she was out.

Flipping her onto her stomach, I tied her ankles and connected her bound ankles to her bound hands with a short piece of cord. There was a short piece of cord left so I doubled it and eased it into her twat. When she struggled, she would be stimulated. I hoped that would give her the thrill she desired. I grabbed the key to the suite and locked the door to the storage room when I left. I was sorry to leave her that way, but servants, such as maids, are unpredictable and while she was cute, I wasn't in the mood to fuck her.

I eased the key into the penthouse suite and the door opened. The room was dark.

"Don't move or I will shoot," a female voice yelled in English, but her meaning was obvious in any language. A light went on by the bed. It was the Lady Emma Johansen in her negligee. I raised my hands.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Lady Johansen," I said trying not to show my concern. The Lady was an expert marksman so if I tried to take the gun from her, I would probably be killed. On the other hand, being caught was not acceptable either.

"Please call me Emma. I hate being so formal. I figured that it was only a matter of time before you would try to rob me, Mr. Burglar. You are the one that sneaks into upper class ladies rooms, binds and gags them, uses them sexually and then robs them. Correct?" the Emma asked with a smile.

"Well Emma, it is true that I tie and gag the women I rob. It is both practical and, to be honest, it is also an enjoyable part of my profession. There is something very sexy about a woman squirming in ropes only able to make faint protests. As to the sexual aspect, that happens only if the woman desires it. I do not force myself on women," I explained trying to figure out what she was up to.

"That is not what my girlfriend says. She says that you forcibly used her for about an hour," Emma retorted.

"What do you expect her to say? That she willingly allowed a burglar to fuck her during a robbery? If I was there just to fuck her it wouldn't have taken an hour. I make love to the women I rob, if they are willing" I pointed out.

"Good point. She did seem eager to tell me every detail. She seemed to think you were a good lover," Emma nodded her agreement, "If you are going to rob and use me, I need to have a name to call you other than Mr. Burglar" She smiled.

"Pardon? You are not going to turn me in or shoot me?" I asked, shocked at the turn of events.

"Heavens no. You would be dead if that was my desire. I just wanted to make sure you were the same man who robbed my girlfriend," Emma said still smiling.

"Then I would appreciate it if you would put the gun down," I pointed out.

"In due time...after our negotiations are complete," Emma replied waving the gun, "I was thinking that we call you The Baron after that German Baron. If I am going to allow you to force yourself on me, you have to have a title. I can't be fucked by a commoner"

The German Baron she referred to was famous for breaking into woman's homes, fucking them and leaving them bound and gagged. To my knowledge, he did not rob them. Although he probably took souvenirs, like I do. In my case, I always take a silk scarf to remind me of the woman robbed and used.

"But he is suppose to be dead," I pointed out.

"He jumped off a cliff into a river to avoid the police. His body was never found. Some people think he survived," she explained.

After some more discussion, she lowered the gun and allowed me to bind her with silk scarves. I grabbed a handful of her lacy cotton handkerchiefs from a dresser. She objected to being gagged that way, but I gave her no choice stuffing them in her mouth and then tightly securing a pretty scarf over her mouth. Then I blindfolded her and searched her room. She had tried to hide her valuables, but burglars know all the tricks. I found everything and put it in a pillowcase. Then I put on a condom and made love to her for about an hour. I think it was satisfactory considering the number of orgasms she had and their intensity.

One of the things that she insisted on was no chloroform, which had become one of my signature MOs, as the police would say. I could have easily chloroformed her, but I am a man of my word, mostly and she wouldn't put the damn gun down until I agreed. Another demand was a scarf tied in her crotch so she could give herself additional orgasms while she waited to be rescued. Something I had done to her girlfriend, apparently.

I was surprised at how quickly the nickname The Baron took hold, these aristocrats talk to one another, particularly the women. Their conversations were not about the robberies so much, but the lovemaking I 'forced' on them. They have to lie and say I forced them because otherwise they would bear some fault.

On my plane trip to Texas, I met a beautiful young heiress in 1st class. We talked and talked until we formally introduced ourselves. "Oh, you are THAT Mr. Smith," she had said and she turned cold. A few days later, the Baron paid her a visit and she sang a different tune, being anything but cold, as I used her. Well, she really didn't sing, it was more like gagged moans of pleasure, but you get the idea.

The End

Description
This story is a fetish bondage story, which includes both consensual and non-consensual sexual acts. If such things bother you, please don't read it. It is tongue-in-cheek fiction. The author would not wish these things to happen to anyone, male or female, in real life.

Thomas Silk

Copyright 2016 Knotty Silk Scarf Productions

So how did it all start. How did I become the Baron? A man, who ladies beg to make love to them. Well it didn't start out that way.

I was working my way up quickly in the company I would soon own. I was bored. Work was too easy for me. Like most men, I like beautiful women. I admired successful women. I like fine jewelry. And I wanted a challenge. The other side of the coin was that as Mr. Bradley Smith, I was handsome enough, but somehow upper crust women and even other women thought that I was boring. I didn't race cars or boats and I didn't know movie stars. I was just a businessman in a business that was boring. And if one woman knows it in a given society circle, they all know it.

So it was on the evening of April 6, 1963. I was at a company party for one of the owners. His wife had suggested that I meet their daughter. Her name was Emily. I had misgivings about such things. They almost never work. And it didn't work. She spent 10 minutes with me before telling me I wasn't her type. The woman was 5' 8" with long brunette hair. In heels and her hair piled high, she appeared almost as tall as I did. She was wearing a slinky gold gown with sparkles on it. One shoulder was bare, And there was a rock of first magnitude on a silver chain around her neck. You couldn't help but look at that rock, which led your eyes to her amble breasts.

I left the party...alone, like I always did. I drove about half a mile, parked in a secluded area and walked back. There was no security at the mansion...not even a dog. I had on my tux, fedora and white cotton gloves. It was simple to climb up to the second story...because there was an outside staircase. I heard her in the shower. I tied a handkerchief over my face, forced the window open and stepped into the young woman's room.

I could have stolen the necklace and have been gone before she finished with her shower. But that wasn't the point. I wanted her to see me steal it. Having never done this before, I really wasn't prepared. I had to restrain her and keep her from crying out with her family and servants all around. I went over to her chest of drawers and found a stack of high-end silk scarves. They were square scarves, probably ones that she wore over her head. I liked women that wore headscarves. They seemed so feminine with all their fancy colors and they smelled of the woman's perfume or hairspray.

I heard the shower turn off. What to do? I looked around and hid behind one of those folding screens that women change behind in movies. I watched as this perfect naked female body came into view. She had been wearing a shower cap in the shower so her hair was dry. She was still drying herself off. She went to the bed and slipped on a clean pair of satin panties. Then she put on her negligee which she pulled over her head. I will tell you that I was both scared stiff and very stiff in another way.

I would have one chance to grab her from behind as she moved around the bed to get in bed. Otherwise, I would have to wait until she went to sleep to make my escape. When the second came, I pounced. Clamping a hand over her mouth and grabbing her body, she squirmed in my grasp.

"No screaming if you value your life," I hissed in her ear. I realized at that point I had no idea how I was going to tie her up without her cooperation. If I let go, she could scream. If I didn't let go, I couldn't tie her up. Fortunately, the young woman solved the problem for me by fainting in my arms. I have to admit that at first I thought I had killed her. I took her to the bed and placed her cross ways on top of the covers. I got the scarves and tied her hands behind her back. Tied her ankles and knees. Finally, I tied a pretty floral scarf over her mouth.

I sat and waited for her to wake up. This was no good unless she was awake. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at me. She started laughing through the gag. She worked the scarf covering her mouth and it fell away.

"You do realize that the good stuff is in my mom's room and in her bathroom, right?" she pointed out. I rushed over to clamp my hand over her mouth.

"Stop it. If I had wanted to scream, I would have done it already," she pointed out.

"Stay quiet," I said.

"Why? You going to tie a silk scarf over my mouth again? For the last 10 years, since I was a child, I hoped that someone would rob us....add some excitement to my life. Hope that they would tie me up so I am helpless. Maybe take me against my will. And who do I get? You. You are handsome enough I suppose, but I can't see much of your face. But boy you are a dud as a robber. I had to fake fainting so you would tie me up. And then this is what I get," she pointed out as she shook her head.

"Sorry, first time..."I blurted out.

"Great...Isn't there a school for burglars and robbers? There should be. You need it. First of all, tighten these scarves. I can slip out of them in a few seconds..." she instructed.

"Sorry, I didn't want to hurt you," I blurted out again.

"For heaven's sake, man. You're suppose to be robbing me. My comfort is not important. I want to be manhandled and tied up tight. I'm rooting for you, but you have to help yourself. There are hankies over in the top drawer over there. Stuff a couple in my mouth and tie the scarf as tight as you can over my mouth or even between my lips. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. Fuck me if you want, but use a condom. You don't want to leave evidence and I don't want your baby. My parents only let me near jerks, not someone willing to risk jail time to fuck me. You can still fulfill my fantasy," she hissed.

I did follow her instructions about tying her tighter and gagging her. I really enjoyed doing that. But I wasn't ready to fuck her even though I wanted to. I did leave her with her panties pulled down. I understand that it it took her several hours to get free, but I expect that was because she was living her fantasy as a damsel in distress. She is not the last woman I encountered with that fantasy. The big rock was a fake worth nothing...another lesson learned. What really hurt was the crack about only being introduced to jerks, like me the previous evening.

I clearly needed to study my craft a bit more, if I was to avoid jail.

About a year later...Miss Emily Steward again

I admit that I had some unfinished business with Miss Emily Steward. I had followed her in the society pages. She was a beautiful grown woman, but acted like a snotty little girl to most men. I had learned from my mistakes, from the lessons she had taught me.

I had picked a night when the servants were gone, as was Mr. Steward. Miss Emily was having a girls night out with some of her friends. I got in the same way as I had before. They had put a better lock on the window, but that was about it. I went to the parent's room intending to tie up her mom.

What I saw when I got there were two naked middle age women in bed in a 69 configuration licking out each other's lady business. I cleared my throat and when they raised their heads I realized that Mrs. Steward's friend was perhaps 10 years younger. Neither screamed or said anything. They just looked at me.

"This is not what it seems," the younger woman tried to contradict the obvious.

"Stop it, Marge. The young man isn't blind. He is here to rob me, not play peeping tom," Mrs. Steward explained and I nodded, "Mr. robber, if you would allow us to get dressed, I promise that we will cooperation with you as long as you mean us no harm"

"We will?" her friend asked.

"Would you prefer to be found bound and gagged in the nude?" Mrs. Steward asked.

"How do you know that he will tie us up?"

"They always do. They feel safer when their victims are squirming in ropes with their mouths gagged. I have been robbed three times, I should know. If we are found naked, people might talk"

"Oh...OH!!"

I did let them get dressed, with one exception, but first I had Mrs. Steward show me where all her valuable jewelry was located.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Take your soiled panties, turn them inside out and stuff them in each other's mouth," I ordered. To my surprise, they obeyed immediately, without complaining. I had them hold each other and I tied their hands and feet. I looked through the chest of drawers and located four headscarves and a couple oblong scarves. I also cut cord from the drapes. I tied their arms to their bodies and tied more cord around their bodies. I poked the panties completely in their mouths and secured the gags with a rolled up headscarf.

The two women seemed quite content to snuggle with each other until they were found. Two friends their evening interrupted by a nasty burglar. They get to enjoy each other and their husbands would never know their true relationship.

But, I wasn't here for those two or the jewelry, which was worth a tidy amount. I was here for Miss Emily Steward.

I heard Miss Steward's Rolls Royce pull into the courtyard of the house. From her balcony, I watched the chafferer open the door for her. She was wearing a light blue strapless evening gown, a mink stole was around her shoulders and a Hermes silk scarf covered her hair being wrapped under her chin and tied in back. The hired car left and she came into the mansion.

When she came into her room, I hid behind the drapes and watched her toss the mink stole on the chair. She sat down and then untied the knot of the headscarf featuring hunters chasing a fox. She pulled the ends of the scarf forward and let the scarf drop to her shoulders. Looking in the mirror, she fluffed out her hair. She was about to take of her arm-length opera gloves when she saw me in the mirror.

She stood and turned, "You again! I'll scream!" That idea was made moot when I clamped my hand over her mouth and pulled her close to me, holding her tight.

"No you won't. There is no one to come to your rescue and you will be gagged soon enough anyway. Oh, your mother and her friend are enjoying each other's company comfortably secured and silenced. And I already took the expensive stuff. So, no screaming" I hissed. She nodded and I took my hand from her mouth.

"So what are you doing here. I have nothing of value for you to steal and I am not in the mood to play games. So tie me up and gag me before you leave. You know where I keep my scarves. Or better yet, just leave" She hissed. I slapped her face a couple of times, hard enough to sting, but not not to leave any marks. Tears rolled down her face. She looked afraid for the first time.

"You said you had a fantasy about confronting a real burglar. I am here to fulfill your fantasy and you have nothing to say about it. Turn around," I hissed at her. She was so used to controlling men that being controlled by one, while part of her fantasy, was a new situation for her. She stood there not knowing what to do.

I forcibly turned her so that her back was to me. I had brought cord, not scarves to bind her. I pulled her wrists behind her back, crossed them and tied them securely, looping the cord around and between her wrists. I tied her elbows so that they nearly touched each other. The gloves would protect her arms. There would be no rope burns when she struggled. I pulled her close to me and she could feel my sexual interest.

"Please don't hurt me. You have obviously learned a lot...mmmmphh"Miss Steward's plea was cut short by the wadded up handkerchief I stuffed in her mouth. Not one of her small lacy affairs, but a small man's handkerchief, much larger than a woman's handkerchief, which would fill her small mouth completely. I packed it in her mouth until it was completely behind her teeth. I turned her head towards mine, lifted my handkerchief mask and kissed her on the lips, much to her shock. I played with her captive lips licking the red lipstick off of them. She squirmed trying to get away, but I held her in my grasp, helpless to prevent my advances.

I took out another small man's handkerchief, which was pre-folded into a triangle and then folded down so there was an inch and a half band. I positioned that over her mouth, pulled the ends back, pushed her head down so the gag could be tied as tightly as possible, and knotted the gag. Miss Steward grunted involuntarily when the gag was tied in place. She realized that she would be staying gagged for a while. I like small men's handkerchiefs for this purpose. Larger scarves, bandannas and handkerchiefs can all make effective gags, if tied tightly. These smaller handkerchiefs can be tied more tightly over a woman's mouth compared to larger ones, but must be knotted under her hair due to their size, if the hair is down. They don't slip like some scarves. It does take some skill in using them given their smaller size. But I find that they are immune from facial contortions that women do to rid themselves of the gag. The handkerchief, if tightly tied, becomes like a second skin, frustrating attempts to dislodge it.

I unzipped her gown and pulled it and the bra down exposing her perfect breasts. She stared daggers at me. Her nipples were hard little cherries on the firm mounds of flesh. I fondled her breasts roughly at first and then more softly until they were a light shade of pink. Miss Steward began to moan through her gagged mouth. Her eyes were closed. I took the Hermes scarf and blindfolded her with it, a move that clearly frightened her.

I directed her to her bed and pushed her onto the bed. I went under her gown and pulled her panties down to her knees. I pushed up her gown and could feel the heat coming from her twat.

"Listen and listen good, Miss Steward. I have never taken a woman against her will. I could easily do that now and it is temping given your feelings towards men. However, this is your chance to prevent that. Simply shake your head no and I will stop here. If you agree, to my sexual advances, you will do whatever I want. Understood?" I hissed at her. To my surprise, she shook her head yes. But then there was an urgent attempt at speech through her gag.

"Miss Steward, you are in no position now to demand that I use a condom," I told her softly. I did, however, use a condom. I spent a good hour with the uppity Miss Steward bringing her to several rather intense orgasms. It was a pleasurable experience for both of us, although Miss Steward never really thanked me, but I attribute that to the gag in her mouth. I left her, not on the comfortable bed, but on the hardwood floor of her walk-in closet in a strict hogtie. I did remove the Hermes scarf blindfold, rolled it up and tied it between her legs so that it slid in her love slit as she struggled. I expect she struggled a lot.

As I left her, her look was one of disbelief that she could be so dominated and used by a man. I had accomplished what I set out to do. This was before I started using chloroform on the women I robbed so I heard her start struggling in frustration as soon as I closed the closet door. She wouldn't get free until someone found her, probably the next morning.

All in all, a satisfactory night.

How I got the Nickname 'The Baron'

Lady Emma Johansen was a beautiful 30 something heir to a small fortune after her husband died. I actually met the Lady at a party held in her honor of her birthday at the hotel where she was staying, just outside Berlin. To her, I was, of course, a nobody, a businessman that it had been politically correct to invite to the party. There were about 250 people at the party, most of them nobodies like myself. The crowd cleared out about midnight, but I came back via the employees entrance and went up the stairs to the floor with the penthouse suite. There was a small problem of getting into the suite. Unlike other rooms, the suite required a special key.

With my disguise in place, I spotted the person I need. The nighttime chambermaid that took care of the suite. She was getting something in a storage room with her back to me. I slipped in, closed the door and the room went pitch black. Puzzled, she searched for and found the string that turned on the light bulb in the ceiling. Seeing me, she opened her mouth to scream, but I clamped my hand over her mouth stifling her.

In German, I told her, "I have no intention of hurting you. I need the key to the suite, that is all" She waved her hands in surrender. And I eased my hand off of her mouth.

"The key is in my pocket. Please tie me up and make it look like you assaulted me. Otherwise, management will assume I was part of whatever you plan to do," she whispered.

"I intend to tie you up and gag you. No one will suspect you," I promised.

"No, that is not enough. They already suspect someone of helping burglars. You must do something that leaves no doubt that I was pawn in this," the maid explained.

"I don't hurt women. I will tie you up and gag you, that is all," I tried to convince her.

"Then don't hit me...just fuck me. I really don't mind. It would be exciting and they will not suspect me if you tear my clothes off," she whispered, "There is cord there on wall and my clothes are hanging there. There is a bandanna I wear. Make a good gag. Yes?" With that she turned around and put her hands behind her back. I took the cord and cut off a length with my pocket knife that I carry. I realized that it was not the act of ripping her clothes or even using her that would convince her bosses, it was the cost of the uniform, which she had to pay for herself. I promised her that I would repay her for the cost of the uniform as I tied her hands behind her back.

I went to the hook where her street clothes were hung. The cotton bandanna was blue with a white pattern on it. I then took her purse and hid some money in it. I extracted two ladies handkerchiefs, both obviously used.

"No, no, no...you not put those in my mouth," the maid hissed. I put the hankies back in her purse. I pulled up her uniform and pulled her panties down over her garters and stockings. She stepped out of them and I picked them up, turned them inside out and wadded them.

"No, no, no...Those are dirty mmmpppphhh," she pleaded as I stuffed them into her mouth forcibly.

"You were right someone attacking you sexually, would stuff your panties in your mouth, not those hankies," I told her as I twirled her bandanna and forced the the middle into her mouth, securing the gag behind her head. The young woman made a face as the favor of her underwear filed her mouth.

I threw some towels down on the floor, helped her to the floor. Then I took my knife and cut away her uniform, including her bra. She was soon lying naked on the towels with the shredded uniform around her. Her breasts were heaving in anticipation. I could feel the heat from her sex. I fondled her breasts, but instead of using her, I took out my small bottle of chloroform and a handkerchief. Her eyes widened as she read the label on the bottle. Squirming under me and shaking her head, the young maid fought for the first time trying to kick me.

"You can still claim that I used you. Just say I used a condom," I explained as I put the cloth over her nose. She fought a hopeless battle and soon her eyes flickered and closed. I checked each eye to make sure she was out.

Flipping her onto her stomach, I tied her ankles and connected her bound ankles to her bound hands with a short piece of cord. There was a short piece of cord left so I doubled it and eased it into her twat. When she struggled, she would be stimulated. I hoped that would give her the thrill she desired. I grabbed the key to the suite and locked the door to the storage room when I left. I was sorry to leave her that way, but servants, such as maids, are unpredictable and while she was cute, I wasn't in the mood to fuck her.

I eased the key into the penthouse suite and the door opened. The room was dark.

"Don't move or I will shoot," a female voice yelled in English, but her meaning was obvious in any language. A light went on by the bed. It was the Lady Emma Johansen in her negligee. I raised my hands.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Lady Johansen," I said trying not to show my concern. The Lady was an expert marksman so if I tried to take the gun from her, I would probably be killed. On the other hand, being caught was not acceptable either.

"Please call me Emma. I hate being so formal. I figured that it was only a matter of time before you would try to rob me, Mr. Burglar. You are the one that sneaks into upper class ladies rooms, binds and gags them, uses them sexually and then robs them. Correct?" the Emma asked with a smile.

"Well Emma, it is true that I tie and gag the women I rob. It is both practical and, to be honest, it is also an enjoyable part of my profession. There is something very sexy about a woman squirming in ropes only able to make faint protests. As to the sexual aspect, that happens only if the woman desires it. I do not force myself on women," I explained trying to figure out what she was up to.

"That is not what my girlfriend says. She says that you forcibly used her for about an hour," Emma retorted.

"What do you expect her to say? That she willingly allowed a burglar to fuck her during a robbery? If I was there just to fuck her it wouldn't have taken an hour. I make love to the women I rob, if they are willing" I pointed out.

"Good point. She did seem eager to tell me every detail. She seemed to think you were a good lover," Emma nodded her agreement, "If you are going to rob and use me, I need to have a name to call you other than Mr. Burglar" She smiled.

"Pardon? You are not going to turn me in or shoot me?" I asked, shocked at the turn of events.

"Heavens no. You would be dead if that was my desire. I just wanted to make sure you were the same man who robbed my girlfriend," Emma said still smiling.

"Then I would appreciate it if you would put the gun down," I pointed out.

"In due time...after our negotiations are complete," Emma replied waving the gun, "I was thinking that we call you The Baron after that German Baron. If I am going to allow you to force yourself on me, you have to have a title. I can't be fucked by a commoner"

The German Baron she referred to was famous for breaking into woman's homes, fucking them and leaving them bound and gagged. To my knowledge, he did not rob them. Although he probably took souvenirs, like I do. In my case, I always take a silk scarf to remind me of the woman robbed and used.

"But he is suppose to be dead," I pointed out.

"He jumped off a cliff into a river to avoid the police. His body was never found. Some people think he survived," she explained.

After some more discussion, she lowered the gun and allowed me to bind her with silk scarves. I grabbed a handful of her lacy cotton handkerchiefs from a dresser. She objected to being gagged that way, but I gave her no choice stuffing them in her mouth and then tightly securing a pretty scarf over her mouth. Then I blindfolded her and searched her room. She had tried to hide her valuables, but burglars know all the tricks. I found everything and put it in a pillowcase. Then I put on a condom and made love to her for about an hour. I think it was satisfactory considering the number of orgasms she had and their intensity.

One of the things that she insisted on was no chloroform, which had become one of my signature MOs, as the police would say. I could have easily chloroformed her, but I am a man of my word, mostly and she wouldn't put the damn gun down until I agreed. Another demand was a scarf tied in her crotch so she could give herself additional orgasms while she waited to be rescued. Something I had done to her girlfriend, apparently.

I was surprised at how quickly the nickname The Baron took hold, these aristocrats talk to one another, particularly the women. Their conversations were not about the robberies so much, but the lovemaking I 'forced' on them. They have to lie and say I forced them because otherwise they would bear some fault.

On my plane trip to Texas, I met a beautiful young heiress in 1st class. We talked and talked until we formally introduced ourselves. "Oh, you are THAT Mr. Smith," she had said and she turned cold. A few days later, the Baron paid her a visit and she sang a different tune, being anything but cold, as I used her. Well, she really didn't sing, it was more like gagged moans of pleasure, but you get the idea.

The End