You step lightly but quickly as you approach the mysterious thief, in the dim light of your room you expect to jump her before being seen.
But barely a moment after you entered the room the girl turns her back to face you, probably drawed by the sound of your steps. As she sees you she immediately spins around and delivers a heel kick to your face. You try to dodge but the girl is too fast for you, the kick hits you square on the left cheek, for a moment you try to stand up, but before you can do that she kicks you in the stomach with the tip of her toes. You gasp for a moment, reaching for air, the burglar takes the chance to position herself, and you can hear a small giggle before she throws her next kick. it's perfectly executed and, though you can't really think straight, you can't help to admire the grace of her movement as her foot inevitably nears your face, finally connecting in a strike that sends you crashing to the floor.
...
You come back to your senses a few seconds latter, only to realize the thief tied your arms to the foot of your bed with duct tape, in a way such that your arms are above your head, and you're looking at the ceiling. You try to move you legs but you notice she used duct tape to tie your legs together. You moan a little, but just as it occurs to you to cry for help, you feel and hear the burglar's flats as she quickly runs over to you and steps on your lips, preventing you from making any sound besides weak groans. Looking up you see her staring down at you, you can't see her facial features, her mask covers her whole face above the nose, except the eyes. You gather she looks cute, and her eyes are of a lively green. "Dammit," she says with annoyance in her voice. "You know, you really weren't supposed to be here, this place should have been empty! And couldn't you have slept a little longer? I didn't find what to gag you with yet." She sounds quite annoyed, but as you gaze at her standing on you face, one hand on her knee to add pressure to her stomp, you can't help but think that this was worth your coin collection. You would, however, miss your Vegeta action figure very much. Your thoughts are interrupted by the pain in you lips when the girl angrily starts grinding her flat, "this is so horrible, I planned this for a while you know! Thank god you were stupid enough to actually try to fight me," she giggles slightly, a mocking smile touches her lips, "you should really have called the cops y'know."
"Well, anyway, I think I know what's going to be your gag," she gives you an amused smile, "it won't be nice, but consider this a nice punishment for your stupidity." With a single gracious movement the thief lifts her other foot of the ground, and for a few seconds she stands with only one foot on your face, balancing perfectly. The pain is rather intense and you think you can feel a cut on your lower lip, but she only stands there for a few moments, bringing her other foot up with the grace of a cat to remove her flat. You get a small glimpse of her sole, but you can't really appreciate it, for she brings her bare foot down on your throat, making you gasp for air once again. She takes her flat of your lips and kneels beside you head, without taking her foot of your throat. "Open your mouth, wide," she says, holding her flat above your face. You quickly obey, hoping some manner of good behavior would please the burglar. You hope that her shoe is your gag, and your hopes are soon made true. She shoves her shoe deep inside your mouth, point first, and you can taste the leather from the sole of her flat as it slides against your tongue, when the shoe is in all you can hope to do is moan, and, so you can't move your head, she takes a roll of duct tape from a small bag strapped on her waist and tapes your forehead against the floor. That's the last thing in your mind however as, from the way she shoved her shoe on your mouth, the inside of her flat was turned toward you, and there is a weak but sweet scent that reaches your nose. The insole of her shoe was quite worn, and the thought of this graceful thief's sole rubbing against it was enough to leave you drooling.
Your guest stands up and looks at her work, seemingly quite pleased at the results. With a satisfied smile in her face, she pokes your cheeks with her toes, giggling. She takes off her other flat, murmuring something about balance to herself, dropping it besides your head. You finally get a good look at her feet when she steps to the other side of your face, and you see a small, size 6 or 6.5, soft looking sole. She seems to be wearing dark purple nail polish, much to your eye-pleasure.
The girl goes back to storing your valuables inside a bag, when she was done she went back to searching your room. With the duct tape locking your head in place you can't turn your head all the way, but you can still move it enough to be able to watch her bare feet as she paces around the room, searching for valuables, feeling a pinch of despair when she finds something you treasure. However, you notice a pattern. The thief didn't seem so much to get what looked valuable, as opposed to getting whatever strikes her fancy. She left your iPod on your desk with a uninterested look, but took a small two-faced coin you had with a pleased gasp! She took no interest in taking the 500 bucks you kept hidden inside a cigarette case in your desk drawer (she did take 50 bucks though), but she did take a miniature guitar sculpture you kept on your nightstand. She seemed more interested in "cool things" than she was in anything with true monetary value. And as she paced around the room, she kept taking amused glances towards you, and when she needed to cross the room the thief didn't seem to mind treading on your chest or your stomach, much to your pleasure. She also made occasional commentary on the stuff around your room, either mocking you, or teasing you with it before throwing it in her bag. You thought she sounded quite educated, and her lack of interest in your savings led you to guess that she was doing this for the fun of it rather than for anything else.
In roughly fifteen minutes she's done with your room. She walks up to you and stands with her feet right next to your face, you turn your eyes nervously, glancing at her feet, watching as she lifts her right foot and sets it in your chest, and then proceeds to stand with both feet on top of you. The graceful girl puts her hands on her hips and starts playfully walking in place. You can feel yourself blushing slightly with delight as her beautiful feet go up and down on your chest, as your trampler giggles on top of you. She stops suddenly and looks down at your face.
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