Christina crept down the dark hallway, cursing the heels on her boots for making noise as she tried to be silent. The secret agent had been tasked with breaking into the apartment of a potential high-threat target to obtain some information and escape. Stealth was a high priority on this mission, she was supposed to be in and out without anyone being aware she was ever there. Clad in a black leather leotard, stockings, and thigh high boots with a block heel, she poked her head into the first room, which seemed to be the bedroom. There was a messenger bag on the desk with papers spilling out of it and she hissed a “yessss” under her breath as she entered the room.

With the light on, she pulled the papers from the bag and began flipping through them, looking for the documents that she was here for. Engrossed in searching through the papers, she was unaware of a figure creeping up behind her until she was seized and shoved up against the wall. “Now what is a pretty girl like you doing in my place?” A voice hissed in her ear.

Her attacker pinned her in place easily, dodging her kicking boots and pinning her arms behind her. “Get off of me!” She protested as she fought to free herself.

Christina’s struggles proved futile as her attacker dug something out from a back pocket. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to talk soon.”

Pinned in place, she was unable to dodge as a cloth was clamped over her face. Eyes widening, she struggled and strained but her eyes soon closed and she went limp. “Excellent, let’s get you prepared.”

Carrying the beautiful agent over to the bed, he pushed her onto it before leaving the room to obtain some items to bind her with. Returning to the room, he admired the leather clad form of Christina and slapped her butt with his hand.

Christina yelped more in surprise than pain as his hand made contact and Nicholas grinned. “Quiet you, you’re supposed to be unconscious.”

Christina grinned into the bedsheets as a mass of leather and metal landed beside her and her pulse quickened. Even with her eyes closed, she knew it was her armbinder and whatever else her boyfriend had decided to pull out today for their games. There was another jingle of metal as Nicholas gathered her arms behind her and then began sliding the armbinder up her arms, the cold leather encompassing her hands, forearms, then up to above her elbows. Her hands fit neatly into the small pouch at the bottom, trapping them beneath a layer of supple leather and Nicholas rolled her over and sat her up to bring the straps of the armbinder up over her shoulders and between her breasts before buckling them in place to prevent the armbinder from sliding down.

As he bent over to feed the straps around her chest, Christina planted a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to pause before continuing. She giggled a little before he spun her back around and got to work on the laces of the armbinder. It reminded her of her knee-high lace up boots every time as he tugged each set of the laces tight, removing all slack. She moaned softly as her arms were forced closer and closer together, her elbows forced to touch behind her and thrusting her chest out into the leather leotard as he finished with the laces, knotting them off at the top and stuffing the extra laces down the armbinder. Christina took a moment to test the restraint, knowing that once laced up properly an armbinder was absolutely inescapable without help with her arms fully trapped in the thick leather Additional belts around her waist and above and below her breasts pinned her bound arms against her back, preventing her from moving it at all.

Showing her legs up onto the bed, Nicholas used more straps to bind her booted legs at the ankles, calves, knees, and thighs to turn her into a worm. Climbing onto the bed beside her, he rolled her onto her back before prying her mouth open and forcing a ballgag into her mouth. Christina used that moment to “wake up”, eyes shooting open as the rubber sphere was jammed between her teeth and letting out a cry of alarm as she struggled. “You’re going nowhere.” Nicholas sneered as he buckled the ballgag strap under her hair. “Struggle all you want, there is no escape now.”

Christina stayed in character, thrashing around on the bed as the leather creaked with her slim form bucking and twisting around. Her boots squeaked as they rubbed against each other but nothing she did would loosen any of the restraints. Nicholas moved around so he was straddling her bound body, pinning her down to the bed as a hand rested on her chest. “Oh yes, I can now do whatever I want with you.”

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek as he massaged her chest, causing Christina to groan and shudder slightly as her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of attention.

And then the fire alarm went off.

Both of their eyes widened in shock as the accompanying light began to flash in the room, the piercing sound causing Christina to wince. “Shit!” Nicholas swore as he rolled off of her and jumped up off the bed.

Christina mmphed at him through her gag as he pulled his pants up and he quickly hopped over to the bed to unbuckle the gag from her mouth. “We gotta go!” She said, then realized she was in no shape to go anywhere.

Nicholas, being the dashing boyfriend he was, immediately went to work on the straps binding her legs, cursing himself for using as many as he did as his fingers fumbled with the buckles. His girlfriend could only sit on the edge of the bed and watch impatiently as he finally got the leg straps off and she stood up. Just as she was turning around to present the armbinder, they heard shouting in the hallway and people running by. Realizing they had no time, Christina shouted, “Get my long coat!”

Understanding what she meant, Nicholas led the way out of the room to the front door, grabbing her long coat off of the door and draping it around Christina. He tucked the sleeves into the pockets and fastened the coat, making sure it covered most of her body and especially the armbinder. “Let’s go.” She said, giving him a quick kiss before they left the apartment and headed for the stairs.

The stairs were a bit tricky to navigate with her arms bound behind her and she was definitely slower than she wanted to be. Thankfully there were only a couple people behind them and were not immediately on their ass so Christina had the time she needed to get down the stairs and out the front door.

Finally outside in the dark with the flashing lights of the firetrucks parked at the road giving some illumination, Christina sighed and strained against the armbinder underneath the coat. Her arms were beginning to cramp a little from the amount of straining her arms had done, trying to separate themselves as she had walked down all those flights of stairs but there was no way she was being freed now. Nicholas, with an arm protectively around her shoulder, led her down the sidewalk to the shadow of the next building over. Huddled together, they watched firemen head into the building and Nicholas finally let the tension out of his shoulders. “I’m sorry babe.” He mumbled softly into her hair. “Tonight didn’t turn out as we expected.”

“It’s ok.” She whispered back. “Still a little exciting, being all stealthy with the armbinder under the coat and no one noticed.”

They kissed and stayed together in the shadows, pressing their bodies against each other as they waited for the firemen to exit the building and give them the ok to go back up. Both of their minds were thinking about what they would be doing up in the room to make up for the lost time.