The Cat Burglar




Normally I sleep like a baby, but I was restless and just couldn't keep my
eyes closed. Had I been asleep, I never would have heard noises coming from
the other side of my house. I sat up and listened hard, and heard the sounds
again. I was pretty sure that these weren't the normal sounds that someone
hears at night. Someone was there who shouldn't have been.

Slipping off the bed, I grabbed the baseball bat from my closet, which I had
gotten solely for cases like this. Gripping it in one hand, I opened the door
of my bedroom and tiptoed down the hall towards the source of the noise. It
sounded like it was coming from the living room.

Leaning back against the wall for a moment, I tried to calm my nerves and take
a few deep breaths. Slowly, I looked around the corner, and could just make
out the form of the intruder in the darkness. I could only really tell where
the person was, going through a few of my cabinets along the far wall. With
great care, I snuck up on the burglar from behind, my bat raised, ready to
bring it down hard on whoever it was. Tightening my grip, I got within
striking distance.

Before I could react, a force like a cannonball collided with my gut, knocking
me onto my back and knocking the wind out of me. The bat fell to out of my
grasp and I clutched my stomach, trying to catch my breath.

Unfortunately, the person who had kicked me wasn't going to give me the chance
to recover. Before I could even begin to stand up, I was pounced on and rolled
onto my stomach. I could feel the weight of someone sitting on my lower back,
and my arms were pulled behind me. That's when I heard the dreadful sound of
duct tape being pulled from its roll.

Still dazed and reeling from the kick, my struggles and attempts to shout for
help were rather pathetic. It didn't take long for my wrists to be taped
together. Once they were rendered useless, I could see the roll of shiny,
silver tape being held by a pair of leather gloved hands. The end of the roll
was pressed firmly over my lips, sealing them shut. Instead of using just a
strip, the tape was wound around my entire head, steadily covering the lower
half of my face with each pass. Finally, after the sixth pass, I head the tape
tear again, and a slight pressure on the back of my head as the end of it was
stuck back there.

"It's been awhile since I've woken someone up during a break in. Must be
losing my touch."

My eyes widened as I heard the voice. It sounded like a woman. As I turned to
try and get a look at her, more duct tape was plastered over my eyes. "Ah ah
ah, no peeking ... " The tape wound around my head four more times before she
was satisfied with the blindfold. Spinning around on my back to face my
flailing legs, she caught them both in one arm, and used the tape to bind my
ankles together. I was officially stuck.

I felt her get off of me, but her hands gripped my legs and she started to
drag me across the floor. Panic began go set in. No matter how I struggled, I
couldn't break out of her grip. On top of that, I couldn't see where I was
going, and became lost within my own house.

After a bit, we stopped and I was suddenly hauled to my feet. I struggled to
keep my balance, only to feel a hard shove on my shoulders. The back of my
legs hit a chair, and I was forced to sit down. Feeling the hard surface and
back of the chair, I knew that this was one of the wooden chairs that I had in
the kitchen.

Taking my arms, she forced them over the back of the chair, and began to wrap
tape around them, as well as my upper body to pin me to the chair. Struggling
harder than ever, I tried to kick out at her with my bound feet.

I felt a cool, leather covered hand grab my chin and force my head back.
"Listen darling, I'm trying to be nice here. I could make this much more
unpleasant for you if I wanted, so it would be in your best interest to
behave. Understand?"

Breathing hard through my nose, I considered my options. I was bound, gagged,
and blindfolded. The chances of me getting loose on my own were practically
zero, and this woman could probably kill me if she really wanted to. A few
seconds later I replied the only way I could.

"Mmmhmmph."

I could practically hear the smile in her voice as she gave my cheek a pat.
"Good. Now hold still." The taping resumed. When she was finished, there was
tape around my stomach and chest, forcing me back against the chair. My legs
were no better off. She had forced me to fold my legs so the seat was
sandwiched between my thighs and my calves. More tape held them in this
uncomfortable position.

"There we go. All nice and snug. I'll be back to check on you later." The
sound of her footsteps began to fade away as she left me alone.

Once I couldn't hear her anymore, I resumed struggling for all I was worth.
But the duct tape did it's job. The only thing I managed to do was to run out
of breath, and start inhaling and exhaling heavily through my nose as I
stopped my struggles. This woman definitely knew what she was doing. Might as
well try to calm down and get comfortable.

Besides, this is what I had always wanted right? Well, maybe not this exactly,
but pretty close. To be made completely helpless and at the mercy of another,
tied tightly and made silent. It was an old fantasy, one that I had long since
given up on ever becoming a reality. My struggle began again. Not as fierce as
before, and not in an attempt to break free. More because it was expected of
someone in this position. Moans came from my gagged lips, and a fantasy began
to flood my mind.

My captor had decided it was too risky to leave me here, so she would take me
with her. Cut free from the chair, but still bound, she dragged me to her car,
and put me in the trunk. I kicked up at the lid of the trunk, try to find a
safety latch that would open it for me, but my search proved fruitless.

Finally, the car stopped and the engine was turned off. Listening carefully, I
could hear her footsteps as she walked around to the trunk. As she popped it
open, I gave a questioning grunt, and she pulled me out of the trunk, and set
me on my feet. I felt a sudden smack to my ass, and hopped forward a bit to
stay upright. Another slap followed, and I got the idea to keep moving
forward.

"Like I said. It was too risky to leave you back there. So it looks like I'm
just going to have to keep you. Don't worry." I suddenly felt her arms wrap
around my waist as I was pulled back, my back pressing against her chest. "I'm
sure you'll come to love being with me."

I let out a happy moan through my gag. If only this were real ... sadly, it
was just a fantasy.

"Well, I see you're enjoying yourself."

I gave a slight jump in the chair as much as my bonds would allow. She had
returned, and I'd been too wrapped up in my own little world to notice. I
could feel my cheeks heating up under the layers of tape. She had noticed that
I was getting turned on by this. How humiliating.

To my surprise, I could feel her settle into my lap, straddling me. "Well,
it's almost time for me to go darling. I've gotten what I came for. Don't
worry, it's not anything you can't replace. But now I think I've found
something even better ... " I felt her fingers trace my jaw line. Her bare
fingers. She had taken her gloves off for this, it seemed. I moaned at her
touch, wanting more, so much more.

Her finger stopped at my chin and she tilted my head up slightly. "Like I
said, I have what I came for. But ... I might always have a reason to come
back." I could feel her warm breath tickle my ear as she whispered. "If you
leave a window open for me, I'll make sure it's worth your while." Taking my
head in both hands, I felt her press her lips against mine, only the tape
separating us from actual contact. "Until next time, darling ... " She got off
of my lap and I heard her walk out, leaving me dazed and aroused.

Sitting there, my first thoughts weren't what she might have stolen, how long
I would be stuck here, or of plans of signaling for help. The only thing I
could think of was which window would be the best one to leave open for her
...