Synopsis: a bondage addict wants to use her hobby/obsession to catch a thief that's been breaking into women's houses to rob them. Needless to say it won't end up as she expected.

Hi!! I'm Maggie Abbott, you probably don't remember me, cause I never told you my name, but I'm the main character from the story below.

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As you can see, I'm a bit of a bondage addict. I don't give this habit as much time as I'd like though. Since Diane Warrant broke into my house and left me immobile to rob my flat, I had barely tied myself up a couple times, and it's not even close in restrictiveness terms, let alone fulfilling.

But one day, surfing a well-known website for freaks like me, www.ff.com, I saw there was some asshole, username TheInvader1777, showing off of some bondage robberies he had carried out. I thought it was just a lie, but made a quick search just out of curiosity.

It happened to be real. According to some news, an unknown home invader that had been called 'The bondage flat-breaker' had been breaking into some houses and, after knocking out his victims with chloroform, they had woken up bound, gagged and with their houses robbed. What caught my attention even further was that all his victims were female.

I found this as a chance, but my heart felt divided. On one hand, I wanted to be truly bound and gagged, I wanted to experience some real bondage like the one Diane Warrant put me into. On the other, I didn't want neither to be robbed nor that asshole to hurt any other girl unconsensually. That's when I came up with an idea.

I did a bit of a research and found out the police officer that was looking into the case was Aimee Denning, from the 12th police station.

So I showed up there and asked to talk to officer Denning.

"So, you are interested in the case, Miss...?" the officer behind the counter asked me.

"Maggie Abbott, yes. I was wondering if I could help somehow." I replied, trying to keep my voice as calm and collected as possible. "I think I could have a clue of where he'll act next."

The officer looked me over, not quite sure what to think.

"Well, alright. Follow me." He said, leading me to an interview room. "Officer Denning will be with you in a moment."

I waited for about fifteen minutes before Aimee Denning finally entered the room. She was a tall, attractive woman with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She sat across from me and gave me a curious look.

"Well, miss Abbott, I must say you've caught my attention. What is that thing you wanted to talk about my case?"

"Well, first of all let me say I'm not a rookie. I'm a P.I. that has been hired by some of the former victims to find her valuables, expecting it's not too late" I lied to her.

"Which one of them, exactly?"

"I can't tell you that, I need to protect my employer's identity".

Aimee seemed to doubt, but felt more curious than cautious, so she let me go on.

"I've found out that this crook often visits some bondage-themed websites".

"Yes, so..."

"So I thought we could work together and set him a trap".

She suddenly became more interested. I couldn't believe I was taking my bondage lust to guide me so far to lie to the police but now that I had started, I couldn't stop it.

"What kind of trap?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Using me as bait" I replied, not giving myself enough time to persuade me.

She looked at me with interest, then leaned forward on her elbows.

"Tell me more."

I told her the details and, miraculously, she accepted my offer. We said goodbye to each other and separated paths.

Back at my place, I started the plan. I agreed to register in that website (another lie, I already had a profile) and text the crook a private message, and so I did.

'You know?' it read, 'I don't buy you're that famous bondage flat-breaker. And to illustrate how sure I am you're not that crook, I'll wait for you in my apartment, Bond St. 6th floor, 2nd door, with my door opened. If you manage to surprise me and give me one of your victims' treatments, I'll maybe believe you.'

I hit send and waited.

So Friday came.

"Are you still sure about this?" Officer Denning asked me. I hadn't been so sure in my life.

"Yes, let's get that bastard".

"Okay then, wish you the best of lucks".

The truth was that he hadn't replied my text. I didn't think he would, though. If the whole point was to catch me by surprise, he wouldn't announce his arrival.

Officer Denning would be waiting downstairs, so that she could come up in any moment of suspect.

Time was passing and he wasn't coming. I began to wonder if he hadn't fallen for the trap after all.

As minutes ticked by, fatigue began to take over, until I finally fell asleep.

I woke up to a cloth being pressed against my mouth and nose. I soon would be sleeping again, but I didn't mind. My plan had worked out!

However, when I was breathing in the chloroform was when the moment of realization finally arrived. If officer Denning caught the crook right after the attack, I would be untied the moment I'd wake up!! That left me no time to enjoy my predicament!!!

SHIT!!

As the chloroform did its job and I began to faint, my last thought was for begging the crook to catch the officer too, so I could enjoy bondage for some time.

As I was waking up, the moments before the attack began to appear in my mind, little by little. The text in the website, the rag with chloroform, the trap set for the burglar.

As I tried to move I realized I was laying on the floor, face down towards the carpet.

My hands were tied behind my back, very tightly to be honest. They had been bound in a reverse prayer position, rather uncomfortable.

He had also bound my lower body, binding my thighs, knees, up and down, calves and ankles.

Even my feet were tied together with tape, and my fists were taped up separately, I presume in order to keep me from reaching any knot.

My ankles were bound to my back too, leaving me in a hogtie position, and my captor had had the gentleness of giving me a crotchrope, binding my ass cheeks in the process.

All nice and tied, as I wanted.

That's when I noticed they had taken my clothes too, leaving me naked from waist up and just my pantyhose on.

But, one moment, as glad as I was to be bound, I shouldn't be. What had happened with officer Denning? Had she been captured too?

"Aimee?" I tried to say, but all that came out was 'mphhhhii?'.

Yep, I had been gagged too. Apparently, my mouth had been stuffed with something. Judging by the texture, probably some of my wool knee socks. And judging by the taste, from the hamper.

Then, he had wrapped tape around my head. A freaking lot of loops, apparently. And as sticky as it was, it had to be microfoam tape, my personal favorite for wrap-gags. A scarf was covering it all, including my mouth. This crook had a taste for bondage, I had to give him that.

I wriggled around and squirmed happily. I didn't even care if anything bad had happened to Aimee, or even if the burglar had escaped. I was having the time of my life, enjoying the tight inescapable bondage I had yearned for.

I looked up and noticed another detail I really liked. The burglar has placed me in front of the mirror, so I could see myself struggling and my body moving and squirming. I admired his handiwork, amazed by his rope-skills.

The floor was cool against my body, and I could feel the ropes digging into my skin. But that only made it more real, more intense. My body was stretched in ways it wasn't supposed to be, and I could feel every inch of the rope holding me down, holding me back.

Suddenly, I realized I wasn't alone. Sitting on the couch next to me, there was a female figure I knew.

"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty" Aimee greeted me with a mocking voice.

"Mphhhh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but we didn't catch the burglar in time" she said. There was something in her voice I didn't like. "In fact, I think police will never get their hands on her, because the officer looking into the case is the same person perpetuating the robberies".

What??? Did she mean that...?

"Yes, I'm the bondage flat-breaker".

"MPHHHHHHHH!!"

"You'll see, police salary is shit. This job is much more profitable" she said as she grabbed my crotchrope, making me moan in pleasure. "You know? I knew you were full of crap the moment you stepped into my office. P.I.? Hahaha come on".

I lowered my head. I should have known a police officer wasn't so easy to trick.

"You know what I think? I think you're just a bondage bitch that was so obsessed about this crook you wanted to meet him and have him tie you up, am I close?"

I didn't know what to say now. She had caught me well.

"The funny thing is that if you had just texted me on ff.com and hadn't come up with this crazy creepy shenanigan to catch me, I would have just come and do my job, leaving you the way you are now and wanted so badly and just robbing your house... but now... you've seen my face".

"MPHHHHHHHH????"

"That's how things are, honey. I've already robbed your place, not too much to take, to be honest. But I can't just leave you here and I'm not going to kill you, you can relax about that".

A sight of hope appeared before me.

"So here are your two options: I put up an auction amongst slavers that would be more than willing to pay a huge amount of money for a cutie like you".

"MPHHHHHH!" I yelled. This couldn't be happening. Please.

"Option two: I take you with me and give you a life of bondage. Nothing like you've ever experience before, I assure you".

I thought about it for like a second.

"So. One moan for option one, two for option two".

I didn't have to think about it too much.

"Mphhhh mphhhhh"

"I like how you think. It's less profitable for me though, but I honestly wouldn't feel comfortable leaving a princess like you to some real crooks".

She then grabbed a big sports bag and put it on the floor, beside me.

"You'll be travelling in there, princess, so let's get you nice and comfy".

"Mphhh??"

She lifted me up grabbing and put me inside the bag.

All of a sudden, I felt a new rag with a funny scent pressed over my mouth.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but as much gagged as you are, I can't have your moans alerting your neighbours. Relax and say goodbye to your old life" were the last words I heard before my world turned black again.