Synopsis: A kind of known kidnapper is hire for a strange yet profitable work.

Hello y'all. First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Scarlett Manning, and I'm a kidnapper for hire.

It's not the career I thought would pay my bills when I was younger and honestly, I couldn't even explain how it all began. The thing is that I've achieved some fame and recognition amongst certain circles from the deep web. And it's a profitable job, I can tell you that. I demand payments up front and I'm not cheap.

This story is about a strange request I received. A bit stranger than usual, I mean.

I received a message from this lady called Theresa List, requesting my services.

I told her to meet at my usual meeting point: the parking in Cloth Street. It's a very private place which allows me to do my job in a safer way.

It was 11pm on Friday when a nice Range Rover parked in front of the street door. When the lights got turned on and off three times, I knew it was my client.

I sneaked and got in the car through the back door and sat behind my client.

"He... hello. I'm Theresa List. You must be... the Catsuit kidnapper?"

She didn't dare to turn towards me. She seemed so nervous. She wouldn't have recognized me anyway, since I had my face well covered by a balaclava and my catsuit all over my body.

"Indeed I am, ma'am. You know the rules. First, payment. Next, target. That simple".

"Yes, yes. I have it right here".

She handed me an envelope and I counted the money.

4,000 dollars in untraceable cash. Nice, very nice.

"Okay, first step done. So, who'll be the target?" I asked the lady.

She gave another envelope, much thinner this time. I opened it and came across a beautiful face. Redhead, in her mid thirties, close to forties. Glasses, green eyes.

I suddenly took a look at the rearview mirror and met the same face.

"Wait. Do you have a twin or something?"

"Nope. It's simpler than that. I want you to kidnap me".

What? Had this lady gone crazy?

"What the fuck?"

"Let me explain. I hate my husband, but I can't divorce him, since he'd take everything we have. So I came up with this little scam. I need you to kidnap me and demand a ransom. 1,000,000 bucks in cash. Apart from your payment, we'll split that jackpot when he pays up. You get an extra reward, I get some fresh money, and my wealthy husband will be 1,000,000 dollars poorer. It's a win-win, for us, at least".

I thought about it. It was a crazy idea, one of those that could get me in trouble. But... 500,000 dollars was a worthy reward. I could even retire for a while.

"So... what's your plan?"

"You have to take me from my house. Saturday night. My husband won't be at home and the cleaning service will be gone. But you have to let yourself be seen taken me, wearing a balaclava or covering your face somehow, just like you're doing now".

"I don't quite like it, but I'm still listening".

"That way, I will be out of any suspicion. Then, you can take me whatever you want to film the ransom video".

The plan was too risky, but the reward seemed so sweet...

"Okay. So tell me where you live, and make sure you don't have any alarm connected".

"The alarm system broke yesterday and they won't fix it until next week. The only part that works are the cameras but they are useless, since they are not connected to any precinct. They just record so you can check the video later. That's why this is the perfect moment to do this".

I hesitated again for a moment.

"Okay, I'll do it" I finally said.

"Great!" she cheered. "Here, this is my address".

She handed me a note.

"Okay, so... see you on Saturday, I guess".

"Thank you very much!!" she said.

So Saturday came and I presented myself on Theresa List's house. Just like she had said, it seemed empty.

It was a luxurious mansion with a swimming pool and a garden bigger than my apartment. As I had agreed with the gorgeous MILF, I sneaked through the kitchen window and found her where she was supposed to be, in her bedroom.

I approached her with a cloth in my hand and surprised her by landing it over her mouth and nose.

"Pretend it's chloroform. Struggle a bit and faint" I hissed her.

She nodded cautiously and, after some fake struggling, she pretended to fall asleep.

"Nice acting" I whispered again.

I took her on my shoulder, grabbed her Lamborghini's keys and put her in the trunk, just as we had discussed. I opened the garage's door and headed out of the mansion.

There was no need to keep her in the trunk for the whole way to my secret hideout, but I still didn't want her to find my safe spot.

"Wow, what a trip" she said as I helped her out of the trunk.

"Yep. Sorry about that".

We went inside the warehouse, whose interior only had a chair and a mattress.

"So, I'm curious. How do you usually deal with your victims? How do you bind them? Do you gag them all the time or allow them some breaks for food and water?"

"Wow wow, ma'am. The fact that I've agreed to do this doesn't mean we're friends. I won't tell you how I do my job. So, what if I just show you, film the damn video, get the damn ransom, so you can go on with your perfect life and I can go on with my business?" I replied roughly.

She lowered her head, but soon came back.

"Okay, that should work. A real-life demonstration. In fact, I've been thinking. What if you truss me up and leave me to struggle for a while? That way, when we shoot the video, I'll look exhausted and eager to be let go".

I couldn't believe it. Was this a game for her? Although I had to admit, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Okay, ma'am, you win. Let's play your way".

"Great, I guess. So, how will you tie me up?"

"Well I thought about using duct tape. It's fast, it's sticky and it works pretty well".

"Fine then" she said as she put her hands behind her back. "Do your worst".

I rolled my eyes and took a roll of duct tape. However, there was something that still didn't seem good.

"Wait" I said, pointing at her outfit. She was wearing a nice tight green short dress and a fancy pair of red high heels. "You can't be wearing that. No one would believe you were just resting at home".

"Hummm... okay" she said as she began to undress.

For a forty-year-old woman, she was in very good shape, I had to give her that. I was shocked to realized she wasn't wearing any bra, and soon faced a pair of pointy nipples coming from a very nice and big pair of boobs.

"Wow" I found myself exclaiming.

"So? Shall we begin?" she asked me teasingly.

I cleared my throat and nodded, trying to stay professional.

"Okay, let's get this over with."

I bound her wrists together behind her back, as tight as I do with my 'real' victims. Next, I do the same with her elbows, which seems to catch her by surprise.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"This is how it's done, ma'am," I replied, trying to keep my cool as I worked around her curvy body. "It's to make it look real. Remember, we need to convince your husband that you're in danger. And this is how I work on all my victims".

"Oh, okay. It wasn't a complaint though, just asking" she giggled.

I could feel the heat rising from her body as I wrapped the tape around her midsection, pulling it tight, connecting her wrists to her waist. Then, I moved down to her ankles, wrapping the tape around them and pulling them closer together. The sound of the tape tearing filled the silent room as I proceeded to her calves and then her knees. With each pass, she squirmed slightly, the tape sticking to her skin, and I couldn't help but admire the way her body responded to the restraint.

Theresa's breathing grew heavier as I worked my way up to her thighs. The tape wrapped around them tightly, but not too tight as to cut off circulation. I completed her bindings by tying her calves and knees and securing her stunning torso to her elbows. She had a surprisingly good sense of humor for someone who was supposedly in a serious situation.

"So, any other requests?" I asked, keeping my tone professional despite the oddness of the situation.

"Could you... perhaps add a little bit more tension?" she said, her voice a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Ma'am, I'm not here to fulfill your kinks." What was wrong with this lady?

"Oh, no... I don't have no kinks. It's just... for authenticity's sake," she replied with a coy smile, although the blush on her cheeks was telling a different story.

Ignoring the heat rising to my cheeks, I focused on the task at hand. Starting with her wrists, I wrapped the tape around her slender waist, ensuring it was snug but not too tight. The smooth fabric of the tape made a soft hissing sound as it stuck to itself, creating a sleek, unbroken line. Her eyes widened slightly with each pass, but she remained silent.

“So… is it now when you gag me?”

At this point, I was completely sure that money wasn’t the only thing this lady was after. She was indeed looking to fulfill some twisted fantasy of hers. So, as long as I get a nice piece of the cake, I’m happy to oblige.

“Yes, indeed”.

“Well I’ve seen these movies and series when some crook just put a stripe of tape over their victim’s mouth and they take it as a gag, but I think it doesn’t really work in real life, does it?”

“You think right, ma’am. Now let me show you how a proper gag works”.

I searched amongst my bondage items and get what I was looking for.

“What is thapfffff?” she tried to ask as I shove the sponge deep inside her mouth.

“I think another one will do” I teased, and repeated the process, before grabbing the roll of duct tape. “For a gag to be efficient, there needs to be stuffing. Sponges make a good stuffing, can you feel how it expands inside your mouth?”

“Mphh mphhh” she nodded.

“Now, we need to make sure the victim can’t work the stuffing out of her mouth. Tape is a good friend of ours for that”.

Next, I began wrapping the tape around Theresa’s face, over her mouth, making sure each loop was tighter than the previous one. However, judging by her moans, she didn’t seem to be against the treatment I was putting her into.

When I completed twenty loops I cut the roll.

“There you go, nice and tied as a real kidnapping victim. Now you wanted me to leave you to struggle before filming the video?”

“Mphhh mphhhhh” she nodded.

“Okay, then I’ll go run some business and be back in two hours”.

“MPHHHHHHH!!???”

“Have fun” I waved goodbye, and saw her hopping around until she fell on the mattress.

The sound of her muffling moans filled my ears before I left.

Two hours later, I returned to the warehouse. The sight that met my eyes was surprising. Theresa had indeed been struggling, her body glistening with sweat, her hair a tangled mess. However, her eyes shone with excitement rather than fear, but not a single piece of tape had even moved an inch.

"So, should we film the video?"

"Mphhhhh" she nodded, visibly exhausted.

I grabbed my camera and set it up on a tripod, making sure to get a good angle of her bound form. She was sprawled out on the mattress, the tape cutting into her skin just enough to leave a red imprint, but not enough to draw blood. The struggle had indeed made her look the part, her clothes slightly torn and her hair a wild mess around her face.

"And shoot" I said.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as loud as she could. Her messy hair and desperate look gave it all an extra sense of danger.

"Listen to me, Mister List. If you want to see your wife again, you'll leave 2,000,000 dollars in the second rubbish bin at the Bonding Park. Come alone, and don't even think of calling the police, if you value your wife's life".

"MPhhh??"

"You've got twenty four hours" I turned down the camera. "And... cut!"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Wow, that was... intense!" she said as I undid her gag.

"Ma'am, I hope your husband buys it".

"Oh, he will. Trust me. But why did you ask for two million?"

"I guess I got a bit carried away".

"No problem, he will pay them anyway".

"So, should I untie you now?"

She seemed to doubt about it.

"Well... I still feel curious. Could you like... tie me with rope? Only to know the experience".

She couldn't hide it anymore. She was far more excited about the whole bondage situation rather than the reward.

Anyway, I played dumb and just indulged her fantasies.

"Sure, ma'am. As you wish".

As fast as a lighting, I got her out of her tape bindings and fetched several coils of rope from my gear.

"Do you want to sit?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes. Why not?"

I grabbed the chair and pulled it closer to the mattress.

"Alright, sit down."

Theresa obeyed, her breathing a bit more rapid than before. She was definitely enjoying this more than she let on. I started with her wrists, looping the rope around them tightly, making sure she felt the bite of the fibers against her skin. She gasped as I pulled the knots tight, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned back into the chair, her eyes half-closed in what looked like pleasure.

I then bound her lower body. Ankles, knees, calves and thighs were soon as tightly tied as before.

"I think you'll like this touch" I teased her.

I helped myself with a little piece of rope to bind her thumbs together.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Just a little extra touch. It's gonna look more authentic."

I tightened the knots around her thumbs and then proceeded to wrap the rope around her elbows and breasts, creating a cinched effect that made her breasts rise with each breath she took. I noticed her chest heaving slightly, and her eyes remained fixed on me, filled with anticipation.

Now I just had to bind her to the chair. Her ankles to one of the chair's legs. Her waist and torso to the chair's back and her thighs to the chair's seat. All set.

"So... as for the gag..." she began.

"I think you'd like what I've thought for you".

I undressed from my catsuit, revealing my bare skin and my black lacy lingerie beneath. The balaclava was the only thing left covering my face. Her eyes widened as she took in my form, and I could see a hint of excitement in them.

"Wha... what are you doing?" she stuttered, excitement in her voice.

"Well, I think we need something a bit more... personal for this one," I said with a smirk.

I revealed my black lacy lingerie. I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, feeling the cool air against my skin.

"Open up," I instructed, holding the lacy fabric in front of her mouth.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment before she obeyed, opening her mouth. I stuffed the panties inside, filling her mouth with the fabric that had been caressing my skin moments ago. Her cheeks bulged out and she looked surprised but definitely not scared.

"Now, let's get the tape," I said, grabbing the microfoam roll.

This was going to be different from the duct tape gag earlier. Microfoam was more comfortable and would muffle her voice better. It was also easier to remove without damaging the skin. I peeled it off and carefully wrapped it around her head, pressing the edges of the fabric into her cheeks to keep it in place. The tape stuck to the fabric of the panties, creating a tight seal around her mouth. I could even see her lips through the many loops I had given her.

Theresa's eyes grew wider as she watched me, her breathing heavy and fast through her nose. It was clear she was enjoying this more than she had led on. I finished the gag, making sure it was snug and tight, and stepped back to admire my handiwork. She looked like a million bucks, bound and gagged as she had always desired, even though she hadn't dared to admit it in front of me, ready to play out the part of a helpless victim.

I smirked beneath the balaclava as I grabbed the camera and turned it back on.

"Let's get a few shots of you in this state," I said, watching her eyes dart around the room in panic. She was definitely more into this than she had initially let on. "Just keep struggling, I'll be right here."

With the camera rolling, I positioned myself in front of her, my own body on full display in the dimly lit warehouse. I started to slowly trace my fingers over my skin, beginning at my neck and moving down to my chest, watching her eyes follow every movement. I could feel the power dynamics shift, and she was no longer just a client with a strange request, but someone who was willingly letting me take control of her desires. However, I had to stay focused that this was still a job. But, why can't work be fun once in a while?

Theresa's breathing grew more erratic as she watched me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She squirmed in the chair, testing the strength of her bonds. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between the fear of being caught in this situation and the thrill of the unknown. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils dilated as I slid my hand down my stomach until reaching my target. I felt a thrill of excitement knowing that I was the one orchestrating this entire scene, playing with her emotions like a fiddle.

"MPHHHHHHH!!" she screamed with pleading eyes as I kept pleasuring myself.

"What, you want some?"

"Mphhhh mphhhh" she nodded, her forehead still covered in sweat due to the effort.

"Well, since you've been such a nice captive, I think you deserve a reward".

So I sat onto her thighs and used both of my hands to finger both of our clits. Her moans grew louder but I remained calmed, knowing no one could hear us here.

"Do you like that, sweetie?" I teased her, even though I knew she couldn't answer.

"Mphh mphh mphh" she responded, her eyes begging for more.

The sound of our bodies squelching together filled the room, echoing off the cold, metal walls of the warehouse. The sight of her, bound and gagged with my own underwear, was too much to resist. Her moans grew louder and more desperate as I increased my pace, my own arousal building with each stroke. I leaned in closer, my face just inches from hers, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure until she finally climaxed. And so I did.

After a few minutes of recovering ourselves, my phone buzzed.

"Well, seems like hubby loves you way more than you love him. He's agreed to pay what I asked him. So... I better be going to get the money, you keep enjoying yourself in the meantime".

"Mphhhh" she moaned, still exhausted from the action.

I came back two hours ago. Theresa was in the same position I had left her. She seemed to be sleeping, and I couldn't blame her. However, she woke up as I put the bag full of money in front of her.

"Mhhh?" she mustered.

"It's all in" I told her.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cheered, smiling happily under her gag.

"Now I'm sorry to tell you I'll have to let you go, honey. But, before that, how would you like to try a hogtie?"

At this point, she wasn't worry to hide her lust kinky side anymore and just nodded giggling.

So I undid the ropes binding her to the chair.

"Now, this is a little present for you" I teased as I grabbed a new cord and give her a nice crotchrope.

"Mphhhhhhh" she moaned as she felt the pressure of the rope against her intimacy.

"Nice and tight, as you like it. Now why don't you hop a bit to the mattress?"

She sighed but did as I told her. With each hop, I found myself staring at her perfect boobs and ass bouncing up and down. Not a bad body for a mature woman.

"Okay, let's do this," I said as I helped her lay down on the mattress.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as I grabbed the rope and began looping it around her ankles, pulling them closer to her bound elbows. The softness of the rope against her skin was a stark contrast to the harshness of the situation.

"I'm sorry to tell you this is where we part ways, honey".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!??" she exclaimed, terrified.

"Yes, well. This wasn't my plan at the beginning and trust me, I had really fun with you, but... you know. Two millions, right? I mean, I could even retire".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" she kept screaming, unable to believe my treason.

"Oh, and our whole session has been filmed" I added, before her wide-eyed look, as I pointed the camera from the wall. "If you even think about telling the police what happened here, I'll have no choice but to show them this footage. I'm sure they'll love it, and so your husband, hahahaha".

I know. That's cruel. But come on!! 2,000,000 bucks is way too much to at least consider double crossing. Specially when it's a bondage addict MILF like this one, who seems to be enjoying the situation, even though her plan has completely backfired.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Oh, don't worry, sweetie. I'll have your husband coming for you in less than, let's say, five hours? That way you can keep enjoying your bondage".

"MPHHHH MPHHHHHSHSSS???"

"Yes, I know that means giving up on my safe hideout, but I've got the feeling I won't be needing it for a while now" I winked.

"Mphhhh" she moaned again, beginning to cry.

"Oh, don't cry, honey. It's useless for you to try to keep it a secret anymore" I teased as I approached her ear. "You LOVE this" I hissed.

Next, I took the bag and left her there, half screaming in anger and pain, half still moaning of pleasure.

"See ya!" I called out before shutting the warehouse door behind me.