One large apartment. One small cat. One 20-year-old by herself. One pet-sitting gig. Three nights. The perfect job!

Carlie walked through the various rooms and hallways, acquainting herself with her surroundings. Aside from the kitchen and dining area, all the rooms boasted the deepest, most soft pile carpet she had ever seen or felt. She immediately shed her shoes and socks in order to luxuriate in the experience of walking barefoot on it. Oh, how she could get used to this!

Once she had familiarized herself with the space and gone over the instructions for taking care of Simi the pampered feline, she settled down in the den to watch some TV. Later, she fed Simi and ordered in some food for herself. It arrived, and she ate it in the den while watching another show.

A few shows later, and it was getting late. She chose the master bedroom to sleep in because why not? It had the biggest bed, the nicest attached bath, and enough other amenities to put most high-end hotels to shame.

She had brought her own clothes, but just because she could, she looked in the voluminous closet to see what the owner wore for work, play, and sleep. Unsurprisingly, she saw an abundance of garments, shoes, and accessories.

She also saw something else:

Cord. Meters and meters of silk cord. And gags. Every sort of gag she could imagine, from over-the-mouth to cleave to ball.

"Um. Okay. Wow," she thought.

She stood there, contemplating for a good long while. Finally, she nodded to herself. Then, she grinned. And laughed giddily. She took three lengths of cord and a cleave gag out with her to the main room.

Two years ago, Carlie had discovered that she had a bondage fetish, specifically being tied up herself. While living at her family home, she had only rarely been able to indulge it. And even when she did, it had always involved tying herself up. That proved to be a tricky proposition, not only for the skill it required, but because if she ever got herself so entangled that she couldn't get free, then she would have to wait until a family member rescued her...and deal with all the embarrassment and explanations that would entail.

But here in this apartment, by herself except for an aloof pet, with a plethora of bondage equipment at her disposal, she could openly indulge herself. True, it wasn't the ideal situation. For one thing, she still had to tie herself up, when her burning desire was to have someone else do it to her. For another thing, if she couldn't get free, then the embarrassment and explanations that would occur when the owner came home would be...unpleasant to say the least.

As for the first point, self-bondage was better than no bondage. And as for the second, she had always been careful and never gotten herself into a mess that she couldn't get out of. As long as she took the proper care with her knots, she should be fine.

She had three nights here and planned to make the most of them all. Tonight, she would stay dressed as a just in case she messed up and needed rescuing. Tomorrow night, she would wear only her bra and panties. And on the final night, after gaining the confidence of going through the process twice before, she would wear nothing at all. That would be the biggest turn on for her.

All was ready. She was ready. She took a deep breath, held it, and began.

Sitting upright on the bed, she started with her legs, wrapping the cord around and in between them. Not too loose. Not too tight. Just right. Soon, only her bare feet remained free. She had enough cord left to loop once around her big toes, then come down and tie off around a cross thread between her ankles. Lower body done! Sweet!

Next, she put on the cleave gag. She tied it tight enough so that she couldn't speak and tried her hardest to dislodge it. It wouldn't budge. Success!

Now, the most difficult and rewarding part: her arms. The process took skill, coordination, and patience. Almost more patience than she had. When she finally finished, her arms were bound to her sides, with her hands behind her back and tied together at the wrists. She had just enough play with her fingers to free herself when she was ready. Which wasn't now. No way! Time to enjoy her self-imposed predicament!

Carlie closed her eyes. And fantasized about who had done this to her and what they were going to do to her next....

The faint click might as well have been a Boom! Carlie's eyes shot open.

"What the hell? Who are you?" she tried to yell.

But of course, all that emerged was Mmft? Fmmpth?

"What the hell? Who are you?" the woman standing in the bedroom doorway said.

Even through her fear, embarrassment, and confusion, the irony of the parroted questions wasn't lost on Carlie.

The woman wore a black bodysuit, which hugged her lithe, feminine figure in a way that left both little and everything to the imagination. She had a pretty, youthful face framed by a mane of auburn ringlets that, aside from a couple of errant locks, was pulled back into a loose tail. A utility belt encircled her waist and contained many pouches and some exposed hand tools. She wore gloves the color of her suit, and two stiletto heeled boots hung from a tailored holster on each hip. Her feet were bare.

Carlie quickly realized that the woman wasn't the owner and instead was an intruder--and based on her outfit, likely a professional burglar. Even the woman's holstered shoes and naked feet made sense. She had moved silently through the apartment, not alerting its occupant at all, until the opening of the bedroom door gave her presence away.

"This isn't right," the burglar said, moving to stand by the bed and assessing the bound girl on it. "My intelligence indicated that no one would be here. But clearly two people are--you and whoever did this to you. Where's the other one? I've been through all the other rooms. Where are they hiding?"

She asked the question of herself, not expecting any answer from the gagged girl. As she did, she looked around. Under the bed. In the closet. In the bathroom.

No longer under scrutiny, Carlie began flexing her fingers. Slowly, one wrap at a time, she loosened the bonds around her wrists.

"Oh, no, my dear," the burglar said, suddenly back by the bed again. "Tied is how I found you, tied is how you'll stay."

She turned Carlie onto her side, resecured the cord, and righted her again.

Carlie tried and found herself unable to loosen the bonds. A wave of arousal washed over her, mixing oddly with and somehow enhancing the fear she felt.

"No one else is here, so you must have trussed yourself up. Curious. And impressive. But for now, secondary to business. There are things I need to know, and charades is clearly out of the question, so this needs to come off. Scream or cry out, and we'll both have a problem. You'll have the bigger one. Got it?"

Carlie nodded. The burglar removed the gag. Then, the burglar opened a pouch on her belt and pulled out an object. With her fist closed around it, she raised up her arm. Then, she loosened her grasp. The item spilled out from her hand, dropping and taking with it a delicate silver chain. The burglar held onto the other end of the chain, keeping the item from falling too far.

The pocket watch now hung at eye level before Carlie's face. The burglar gently moved her hand, causing the chain and the watch on the end of it to swing slowly, rhythmically back and forth.

"Are you going to hypnotize me?" Carlie asked. "To make sure I answer all of your questions truthfully?"

"That's right."

"But I can just close my eyes and not look at it."

"Can you? Because you're not. You're staring at it. Watching it closely. With eyes wide open. If I hadn't found you tied up, I might have chosen a different method of induction--"

The burglar patted another pouch on her belt with her free hand, not that Carlie noticed, focused on the watch as she was.

"--But you're clearly a submissive. And being hypnotized is the epitome of submitting. So you're not going to look away. You're not going to resist. I'm going to hypnotize you. And you're going to let me. Aren't you?"

"Yes."

Carlie couldn't believe what was happening to her. Tied up, giving into another person's will, giving up all control...it was everything she wanted and had hoped for!

"What will you do with me once I'm hypnotized?" Carlie asked, her voice faltering as she found it difficult to think of anything but the watch swinging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out. Not that you'll remember any of it afterwards."

Carlie couldn't suppress a moan of burgeoning desire.

"Not long now," the burglar said. "You're almost there. Almost asleep. Almost hypnotized. Ready to submit to me. Ready to do whatever I tell you. Almost there. Ready to sleep. Sleep. Ready to obey. Obey. Obey. Obey."

"Obey," Carlie said in a barely audible voice, before her eyes closed in slumber.

The burglar lowered the watch. She asked Carlie a few questions--who was she, why was she here, when would the owner be back, was anyone else expected before then, what was the self bondage about? The latter didn't really matter with regards to the burglar's job, but she really wanted to know.

Carlie robotically answered all the questions. Now satisfied that her bound, hypnotized captive posed neither threat, nor problem to her work, the burglar commanded the girl to sleep until called upon again. Carlie slumped back against the pillows and said nothing more.

After a brief search of the room, the burglar found the safe that she was looking for. It was camouflaged as a set of drawers that were part of an ornate desk. Removing a skillfully placed facade revealed the hidden, steel storage unit that possessed both a conventional combination lock and an electronic one. The burglar hacked both locks, opened the safe, and emptied it of the few small but valuable items it contained.

She then closed and relocked the safe, carefully replaced the facade, and stowed the items in her belt. Then, she removed another item from her belt--a small electro-mechanical device. Holding it in her hand, she sat on the floor and stretched out her legs. Then she turned it on and looked at it.

"What am I doing?" she thought for the briefest moment, before the device began emitting rapid pulses of light in time with a cadent hum.

The rhythms of light and sound quickly captivated her. Her eyes reflected the pulsing flashes. Her bare feet scrunched and splayed in time with them. Soon, she was as mesmerized as Carlie was. Without thinking, she turned off the device and returned it to her belt. She then pulled out a small, shielded satellite phone. She made a call.

"House Kat reporting to Green Tiger," she said in a slow, monotone drawl. "Objective achieved. Slight problem initially encountered. Problem resolved without consequence. Full report when I see you. House Kat out."

She turned off the phone and put it back in its pouch. Then, she blinked several times and shook her head. Why was she sitting on the floor? Had she needed a break that badly? Maybe. Too many late night jobs were probably taking their toll. Anyway, break time was over, time to finish things up.

The most important item of business was to make sure the one witness to the burglary wasn't a witness at all. Easily accomplished. An implanted, repeated, and strengthened post-hypnotic suggestion would ensure that Carlie remembered nothing of the burglar, the hypnosis, or the theft.

Once that was done, the burglar replaced Carlie's gag, exited the bedroom, and closed the door behind her. Moments later, as her footprints faded from the plush carpet, all trace of her was gone.

Carlie blinked several times and shook her head, much as the burglar had done several minutes earlier. What had happened? She must have fallen asleep. No big deal. Still, it would be smart to begin her next two fetish sessions earlier in the evening.

She replayed the fantasy she'd chosen once more in her mind and then began the long, arduous process of untying herself. Once she was free, she returned the bonds to their place in the closet. Then, she got ready for bed. And replayed the desired scenario over and over in her mind until she fell blissfully asleep.

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The next night, at an earlier hour, Carlie sat on the bed wearing only her bra and panties. Cleave gag in mouth. Bound head to ankle, with her big toes tied together, as well. Eyes closed. Fantasizing. Aroused.

The faint click might as well have been a Boom! Carlie's eyes shot open.

"What the hell? Who are you?" she tried to yell.



But of course, all that emerged was Mmft? Fmmpth?

"Oh, my dear Carlie," the burglar said, scrunching her bare toes into the deep pile of the carpet. "Last night was fun, but business had to come before pleasure. Tonight, there is no business, only pleasure."

She walked seductively towards the bound girl, who gazed at her fearfully...and yet also desirously. As she approached the bed, she raised up her arm and a closed fist. Then, she relaxed her grip. An item spilled out from her hand, dropping and taking with it a delicate silver chain. The burglar held onto the other end of the chain, keeping the item from falling too far.

The pocket watch now hung at eye level before Carlie's face. The burglar gently moved her hand, causing the chain and the watch on the end of it to swing slowly, rhythmically back and forth.



"Is she going to hypnotize me?" Carlie thought. "But I can just close my eyes and not look at it."



But could she? Because she wasn't. She stared at it. Watched it closely. With eyes wide open. She was clearly a submissive. And being hypnotized was the epitome of submitting. So, she wasn't going to look away. She wasn't going to resist. She would let the woman hypnotize her.



Carlie couldn't believe what was happening to her. Tied up, giving into another person's will, giving up all control...it was everything she wanted and had hoped for!



She had never thought it would actually happen. Nor did she have any idea that it had happened just the night before....