The house was an easy target. In her career as a burglar, Lesley had been very careful about the places that she picked to rob. Doing her research into her victims, learning their patterns, it took her multiple weeks to plan out a robbery before executing. Now she knew that tonight, one of the girls Aria would be out with her boyfriend as Friday was date night, while the other girl Ellen would be easy pickings in the house that they lived together in.
As fitting for a cat burglar, she wore a black spandex catsuit that hugged all of her curves, black leather gloves, and a pair of flat knee high black leather boots. She knew it was cliché, but the outfit also occasionally distracted her victims long enough for her to get the drop on them. With a bag of supplies over her shoulder, she crouched in the bushes behind the house to confirm that the pattern was repeating itself tonight.
Lesley was not disappointed. After about 30 minutes, she watched through the back door window as Ellen entered the kitchen. The small Asian girl was dressed in a hoodie, cargo pants, and thick Doc Marten boots. Her dark hair was in a messy bun and large round glasses were perched on her nose. Lesley licked her lips as she watched the girl make herself a tea and leave the kitchen again. She was very much looking forward to snipping those loose clothes off of her to play with the small body beneath it.
Waiting until she saw shadows against the curtains upstairs, Lesley crossed the backyard from her hiding spot and started picking the kitchen door. It took her a couple minutes, but soon the lock gave way to her persistent efforts and she crept into the house. The house itself was rather nice, supposedly owned by Ellen’s parents and she was sharing it with her friend for a while. As if these girls could afford a house that quick out of college in this economy. Lesley thought to herself as she headed up the stairs towards the bedrooms. She swept through Aria’s room first, checking for valuables and noting things for later before heading back down the hall to where light poured out of the bedroom of the girl that was currently home.
Standing outside the bedroom, she heard Ellen stand up from her chair and yawn before footsteps started towards the door. The moment Ellen exited her room and turned towards the bathroom, Lesley smoothly clamped the chloroform cloth across her face and grabbed Ellen’s waist with the other, hauling the girl back into her chest. “There we go, breathe deeply.” She said as she felt Ellen squirm in her grasp.
To her surprise, Ellen’s feet instead went up and kicked off the wall. The force of the kick sent both women sprawling back into the bedroom, causing them to land on the ground with Ellen on top. She quickly recovered, rolling off of Lesley and scrambling away with a kick to her midsection, causing Lesley to double over. Grunting in pain, she also scrambled back to her feet before launching herself at the Asian girl. They landed on the bed, kicking and punching each other as Lesley made sure Ellen was never able to leave the room before finally, Ellen tripped over her desk chair and landed on the ground hard, driving the breath out of her.
Lesley was on her in a flash with the chloroform cloth in hand, clamping it down across her face and pinning one of her wrists above her head. Despite her energetic struggles, they soon began to fade as the drugs went to work and Ellen soon closed her eyes and went limp.Breathing heavily, Lesley held the rag across Ellen’s face for another 20 seconds before letting go. “Dam.” She hissed as she got back to her feet, digging plastic zipties out of her belt. “That really did hurt.”
Taking a moment to look at her unconscious victim, Lesley then got her hands underneath Ellen’s hoodie and wiggled it off of her. She laughed, seeing that there was only a sports bra underneath and no shirt, enjoying the sight of the now revealed curves of her body. Gathering her wrists behind her, one ziptie went around the wrists, while another went around at the elbows. Undoing her pants, Lesley pushed them down to her ankles at the top of her boots before using more zip ties to bind her thighs, knees, and ankles.
A short search through the laundry hamper and a few pieces of duct tape later, Ellen was properly gagged with two pairs of panties. Satisfied with her captive’s bonds, Lesle sat back on her heels and admired her half naked prisoner. “Mmmmm.” She said as she rubbed her hands along Ellen’s body. “I’m very much looking forward to playing with you.”
“I was about to say the same thing bitch.”
Lesley jerked up at the voice, right into the position for a chloroform cloth to easily be clamped over her mouth and nose. From her kneeling position, she did not have much leverage to fight back against her attacker. Struggling and throwing her body around, her attacker easily kept her pinned in a chokehold as she coughed and breathed in the fumes from the rag. As her sight faded and she drifted into unconsciousness, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a voice sneering in her ear. “Now there’s going to be a little reversal of roles.”
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Lesley awoke to some excruciating pain. She was standing up in a basement room, held upright by a rope tethered to the ceiling attached to a rope harness that was woven around her upper body. The cords bit through the thin spandex of her catsuit, and her arms were bent up behind her, hands near the shoulders in a reverse prayer position and securely roped in multiple places in place. Leather mitts covered her hands, not that she would have been able to do much with her fingers in their position, and a leather collar circled her throat. The rope harness continued down her body, with a crotch rope snugly knotted in place and her booted legs were bound at four different places. She whimpered into the harness muzzle gag that covered her face, the straps securely buckled in place around her head and filling her mouth with an oversized rubber ball.
Trying to block out the pain she felt in her arms and shoulders, she looked around the room that she was held in and her blood ran cold. It seemed to be a small storage room, very normal in any house she had visited with stacks of paper towels, a pantry with food stacked outside of it and some shelves with cereal and some sporting equipment. Normal that is, unless you counted the bound and gagged girl in a catsuit, and a shelving unit covered in various bondage items. Behind her, she could also see a large cross frame with cuffs attached to it and realized that despite her research, she seemed to have missed a critical component.
The door to the storage room opened and Aria strolled in, her blonde hair now in a ponytail. She was dressed in knee boots, leather leggings and a turtleneck sweater. “Well, good thing my boyfriend had to cancel on me at the last minute hm? Came home to see you tying up poor Ellen in her room.”
Lesley tried to protest into her gag, tears welling up in her eyes due to the pain of the position she had been tied in but she could barely hear herself with how stifling the gag was. “And like I said, there will be a bit of a reversal now.” She said with a grin, stepping aside to allow Lesley to see Ellen behind her.
Ellen had changed while Lesley was unconscious, discarding the loose fitting clothing and now wearing a short leather miniskirt, leather corset, long opera length leather gloves and long thigh high boots with impressive heels. “Hello bitch.” She said with a bright smile. “I guess breaking into the home of a part-time dominatrix wasn’t exactly your best idea.”
Lesley felt dread settle through her body as Ellen selected a riding crop off of a hook on the wall while Aria continued watching with a predatory grin. “Now, don’t be too hopeful that we’ll turn you over to the police. We might even keep you since we have been rather bored…” Ellen trailed off as the crop came down with a swish and smacked Lesley’s behind, causing her to jump in her bonds. “Let’s get started.”