Disclaimer: this story features one of my OCs, Scarlett Manning, The Kidnapper for Hire. You can check her stories here: https://www.deviantart.com/alhuso3/gallery/97578913/kidnapper-for-hire

Synopsis: a known politician with a kinky fetish has a dominatrix on payroll to tie her up and gag her every month. However, this new domme seems a bit more thorough in her bindings. Not like our politician complaints... at first, at least

Hi y’all!! You might remember, but just in case, I’ll introduce myself again. My name is Scarlett Manning, a.k.a. The Catsuit Kidnapper, and I’m a kidnapper for hire.

For some years now, I’ve been running a quite profitable business through the dark web, where people’s been hiring me to kidnap whoever they wanted for a generous amount of money.

This is the story of a client with an odd yet very dangerous job.

Marissa Connors was a quite known politician. She had made a name for her political activism and progressive measures. Of course, this wasn’t particularly accepted by some groups, which were determined to act upon it.

So, one of her rivals, let’s call him Mr. X, approached me with a juicy piece of info that was supposed to make me salivate at the thought of taking Marissa down a notch. Apparently, every month on a Friday, she’d send her bodyguards home to indulge in a private little rendezvous with a dominatrix. This was a well-kept secret, but apparently, Mr. X had his ways of finding things out.

He offered me a ludicrous amount of money to do something a bit more than the usual kidnap and gag gig.

He wanted me to knock the dominatrix out, tie her up and gag her, then dress up like her and replace her at the meeting with Marissa.

Why, you ask? Because on the following Monday, there was a vote that could either make or break her political career and he had a plan to sway the results in his favor.

Now, let me tell you, I’ve seen some weird stuff in my line of work, but this was a new level of kinky political strategy. But, I’m not one to turn down a good payday, so I agreed.

So that kinky Friday came, and I was ready to act. I had dressed like I usually do, wearing a tight catsuit and a balaclava, since Ms. Connors insisted in not knowing her dominatrix’s identity. It was all part of the thrill.

She didn’t want any roleplay or anything like that. She just wanted to be tied up, tightly on a hogtie, and gagged with her dominatrix’s underwear, and then be left for two hours for her to struggle and moan in pleasure.

So, after I had done my job with the domme, I just rang the bell and waited.

Marissa answered the door with a smug smile, thinking she was about to get her monthly dose of pain and pleasure. She didn’t suspect a thing. She was dressed in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders, and her eyes filled with excitement. She stepped aside and let me in.

“Right on time, as usual” she greeted me.

I nodded smizing and went into the house.

Marissa led me to her bedroom, which was dimly lit by the soft glow of scented candles.

She casually slipped off her silk robe, revealing a body that defied her age. Her skin was smooth and toned, a testament to her rigorous health regimen and the privileges of wealth. She had a stunning figure, with full, pert breasts that stood out proudly and a curvy, round ass that was the envy of many. She was the epitome of mature beauty.

“Hope you brought the supplies”.

“Of course, ma’am” I replied, taking several pieces of rope and rolls of tape from the bag I’d been carrying.

“Great, now you know the thrill, make it impossible to escape and leave me for two hours”.

“Yes, the usual treatment”.

“Indeed” she teased as she sat on the bed and put her wrists behind her back.

Her confidence was palpable, but what she didn’t know was that the usual treatment was about to take an unexpected twist. I swiftly secured her hands with the ropes, looping them around her wrists multiple times to ensure she couldn’t slip free.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as I worked, but she didn’t resist, trusting in the anonymity of our arrangement. I couldn’t help but admire her willingness to submit, her breath coming in short gasps as she awaited her bondage.

With her wrists tied tightly behind her back, I moved on to her elbows. The sound of the rope against her skin was rhythmic, almost hypnotizing, as I pulled it taut and cinched it down, effectively immobilizing her arms. The look of anticipation grew on her face, her pupils dilating with excitement.

Next, I approached her with another piece. She watched me with a mix of curiosity and desire as I began to loop the rope above and below her breasts. The material was soft and supple, designed to both restrain and accentuate her curves. She took a sharp intake of breath as I pulled it snug, the ropes embracing her body and pushing her breasts upwards, creating a tantalizing display.

“Wow this is new” she observed.

“I hope it is of your liking, ma’am”.

“Indeed it is. It feels really tight, and I like it tight” she winked.

Her legs were next. Starting from her ankles, I wrapped the rope around them, pulling it tighter with each loop. The tension grew as I moved up her legs, binding her thighs above and below the knees. Her skin was warm and smooth, and the rope bit into her flesh as I applied more and more pressure. I could see the excitement in her eyes as she struggled against the restraints, her breathing growing more ragged.

With her limbs secured, I moved her onto the bed, arranging her in the desired hogtie position. However, I decided that such a nice, willing captive deserved a little reward, so I produced another piece of rope from the bag and looped it around her waist, grabbing her bound wrists next to her butt, and getting it into her pussy, making sure the nylon bit her clit. Next, I pulled it tight and tied the knot.

She let out a moan of pleasure, with which I knew my rope had made it to its target.

“Wow this is new too. But I love it, really”.

“Well, I thought you might want to make the most of it”.

“You thought right, but you’re not done, are you?”

“Of course not, ma’am”.

Marissa’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she bent her knees and arched her back, offering herself up to the next stage of her predicament. I took her ankles and brought them up, her muscles flexing as she helped me achieve the perfect angle. The anticipation was electric as I placed them as close to her elbows as possible, creating a human pretzel of sorts.

“Now let’s move on to your gag, minister. Any last words?”

“Do your worst, you know I like it tough”.

I smirked under my balaclava and pulled out a pair of black lace panties from the bag, a pair that belonged to her original domme. Marissa’s eyes widened slightly as I approached her with them, but she didn’t protest, her excitement palpable. I stuffed the panties into her mouth, filling it with the soft fabric that immediately began to muffle her moans.

Her eyes watered as she bit down on the material, her cheeks bulging slightly. Then, I took the roll of duct tape and tore off a strip, pressing it firmly over her mouth. I applied another one, and another, until seven thick strips covered her from chin to nose.

Then, I grabbed the microfoam tape from my bag. It was sticky and incredibly effective. I carefully wrapped it around her head, starting from her ears and working my way to the center of her mouth, ensuring that it stuck to the duct tape underneath. I wrapped it around ten times, creating a tight, impenetrable seal.

Marissa’s eyes grew wide as she realized she could barely breathe, let alone make a sound.

“Mphhhh” she let out a muffled grunt, but far from scared or protesting, she seemed quite happy about her massive gag.

With her now fully secured and silenced, I stepped back to admire my work. She was a beautiful sight, sprawled on the bed, her body tightly bound and her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and excitement.

I had to admit, even though this was a job, it was getting me a bit turned on. I could feel my own wetness growing, my heart racing as I took in the sight of her bound form.

“Now don’t move, honey, I’ve got one last surprise for you”.

“Mphhh?” She mumbled.

I gave her a wink and a nod before leaving the room. I strolled out of the house with the confidence of someone who knew they had complete control of the situation.

I made my way to the parked car, my heart racing not just from the adrenaline of the successful capture but also from the thrill of what was to come. The trunk popped open with a soft click, revealing the original dominatrix, bound tightly in a balltie, her limbs wrapped in a neat, compact bundle. She lay on her side, her breaths muffled by the wrap gag that had been secured around her head. The balaclava that once covered her own features now served to obscure her gag from her audience.

“MPHHHHHHHHH!!!” she protested, but I just smiled behind my own mask.

I reached down and grabbed her by the ropes that bound her, lifting her with surprising ease. She squirmed and whined into the gag, her body protesting the sudden movement.

“Let’s get domme and sub reunited, shall we?”

The original dominatrix’s eyes widened with terror as I carried her into the house, her muffled protests echoing in the quiet hallway. Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I stepped inside and placed her on the floor next to the bed.

Marissa’s eyes shot open at the sight of the intruder. She tried to sit up, but the ropes held her firmly in place. Her muffled cries grew louder as she took in the struggling figure beside her.

“MPHHHHHHHH!!”

“MPHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Marissa's eyes grew wide with shock and fear as she realized the gravity of the situation. The original dominatrix was equally horrified, her muffled cries growing more frantic as she recognized the politician she had been paid to tie. I stepped back, watching the chaos unfold before me. The sight of two powerful, independent women rendered helpless was something oddly exhilarating.

“So, I guess I owe you two a little explanation, don’t I?” I mocked.

“MPHHHHHHHH!!” came the reply in unison.

Marissa’s eyes darted from the bound dominatrix to me, her expression a mix of confusion, anger, and fear. The dominatrix was equally stunned, her eyes wide and frantic as she struggled against the ropes.

“Let’s call this little meeting a political strategy session, shall we?” I chuckled darkly. “You see, I’m the Catsuit Kidnapper. People hire me to kidnap some targets of their liking and you, Marissa, are my target now. My client has a rather important vote coming up, and he can’t have you around to sway things in your favor, can he?”

“Mphhhhh?”

“So… I’m sorry to tell you I’ll be keeping you company for the whole weekend, ain’t that fun?”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” They yelled.

“Oh, but do not fear. I have no intentions of harming you two, just, keep you away. Of course, Mrs. Domme, you’re not included in the package, but I can’t have you around and able to help Mrs. Connors here, you understand, right?”

“MPHHHHHHH!!!” The domme killed me with her look

“Anyway, enough talking for tonight. We’ve got a whole weekend to chit-chat ahead of us. But, just for further safety…”

With that, I grabbed the squirming dominatrix by her bound ankles and dragged her to Marissa’s walk-in closet. She kicked and fought, her eyes pleading, but it was futile. The ropes that held her were tight, and she had no leverage to resist. I threw her into the closet, the sound of her body colliding with the clothes and shoes echoing around the room.

Marissa’s eyes widened as she watched me handle the other woman with such ease. The dominatrix’s cries grew muffled as the door swung shut and the key sealed her inside.

“Mphhh?” Marissa was now terrified, although I could still see some lust in her eyes.

“Have some rest, ma’am, you’ll need it” I laughed at her pitiful expression. “Sleep tight!!” I added mockingly as I closed the bedroom door.