"Y'know, I've never managed to luck out like this with a hideout before." The masked catsuited woman smiled down at her prisoner.

Mike was kneeling in front of his couch, where she was sitting. He had been looking forward to the first day of his vacation for a while. First chance in a long time for him to relax with some nice self bondage. He had tied himself up that morning, knowing that no one would be imposing on him at least until early evening. Plenty of time to writhe around in bondage and just zone out for a while.

That is, until his uninvited guest broke into his home. Stalked through the house to find out what those noises were, and found him bound and gagged, lying on his bed with a large chest and closet of bondage gear displayed for her to see. She had snatched his key away from him as he frantically scrabbled with it, and then set to securing him still further with a joy that seemed wildly misplaced.

That was how his soft leather cuffed hogtie on the bed had been swapped out for an armbinder to secure his arms and two thick leather belts apiece for his legs to frogtie him in place. His cock had been locked away in chastity ('to really make sure he didn't try anything' she had quipped, as she dropped the key into a pocket), a penis gag shoved into his mouth, and a butt plug shoved up his rear 'to get him ready for later'. Oh, and he was naked. Perfect.

He moaned in response to her gloating, glaring up at her over the gag that he couldn't help but suck on. His cheeks were red with shame and embarrassment as she grinned at him.

"I really hope you didn't have big plans for the next few weeks buddy, because I gotta hang out here until a job I did gets forgotten enough by certain people." Mike moaned at that revelation, and the woman chuckled, "Oh yes. I was already gonna have to keep you secured somehow, but I managed to find the one person in this little cozy suburb that is just as much of a bondage freak as I am. Good thing you're a natural sub though. I'm not much for switching at the best of times, and I'll be darned if you don't look cute as all hell wrapped up in leather." She smiled and toed his caged cock with her booted foot, changing Mike's moans of anger to moans of desire.

"Still missing something though..." She rummaged through the pile of gear she had brought from the bedroom, and came out with a thick leather collar, a padlock already dangling from its locking hasp, "Since I've gotta keep you all locked up anyway, why don't we add a bit of spice to it, hmm?"

"Uhh biifff ooo efectra spifff? Whhaafffff aeeellll iffff viiiishhh??" He asked around the rubber shaft in his mouth

She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh that stuff just makes you a prisoner sweetling. This..." she dangled the collar by a finger in front of Mike's eyes, "This will make you a slave..." she grinned at his widened eyes, "My slave, for the duration of my stay here in your humble home."

As Mike continued to stare at the strip of leather filled with such tempting purpose, his captress leaned forward to pull him towards her. She settled her arms on his shoulders, staring into his eyes. Mike flushed a little deeper. Did she have to be so bloody sensual? Why couldn't she be someone easy to fear and hate? Not this quirky almost likable criminal?

"I've got a deal to make with you, mister." He blinked at her. A deal?

"We can do this one of two ways. I am going to be staying here regardless. You are going to be staying bound regardless. That won't change. But..."

She grinned as Mike focused on her, "Option one. You are my prisoner. I'll keep you tied up, but we can get rid of the sexy stuff. You'll mostly be kept tied to a chair or the bed. I'll take care of you, but you'll mostly be left alone. Not incredibly fun, but you'll get through this alright."

"Option two," she slowly drew the collar across Mike's throat, giving a throaty chuckle as he closed his eyes and moaned, "You are my slave. You beg me to buckle this collar around your throat. You'll beg me to be my slave. And until I leave your home, you will be my slave. I'll play with you, train you, fulfill every submissive desire or fantasy you ever had, and generally be the mistress of your dreams." Her smile widened as she watched Mike's trembling reaction to her proposal, "You only get to make this choice once. This is the last choice that you get to have as part of my visit here with you. So what'll it be, pretty boy? The traditional break-in model? Or the upgraded enslavement experience?"

She lay the collar across Mike's shoulder, and began to unbuckle his gag, "I only want to hear two sets of words out of your mouth. Either: Prisoner please, or Please collar and enslave me Mistress." She booped Mike's nose. "One chance."

The gag was dragged from his mouth, the rubber cock dripping with his saliva. He took a moment to gulp down nerves and spit, his eyes locked on hers. There was only one, could only be one, option for him. The only chance he'd ever had to really experience something like this. Even if it was with some filthy, gorgeous, cutesy, criminal. Even then. Only one choice.

"Pl-please...Please collar and...and en-enslave me...Mistress." He stuttered his way through the phrase.

"Good boy." The gag was rammed back home, muffling his moan at the knowledge of what he had just done. She leaned in and planted a deep kiss on the gag once she had finished buckling it closed. Then, as Mike reeled back from the force of the kiss, she forcefully buckled the collar around his neck, snugging it into place and locking it. "My pretty slave boy."

She grabbed at his hair, kissing his gag again and again, moaning into him as her hands caressed and groped at him. Mike moaned, feeling her domineering touch over his head, his torso, his bound arms and shoulders. Claiming him as hers. He shuddered and squirmed in his bonds. Then shuddered and moaned even louder as she leaned down to whisper into his ear, "I think that butt plug has gotten you ready enough for your first play session slave boy. Why don't we get you set up to play?"

Mike moaned into his gag. He struggled and groaned as she finally released him from the frogtie he had been in for a couple hours at this point. He stretched his legs as he stood up, then followed the woman's insistent tugging into his dining room. He was slowly bent over his table, his ankles secured around its base and a thin but strong chain snapped onto his collar and looped around his ankle ropes from the far end of the table. He was kept face down on the table, unable to do much apart from struggle and moan. Which he did as his mistress groped his rear before sashaying out of the room to collect up her toys.

By the time she returned Mike had begun to grind himself and his chastised cock into his dining room table. Moaning at his situation. At her control over him. His bondage. His actual, real, utterly helpless situation. He turned his head towards her as she entered the room, and his eyes went wide as he saw her now wearing a strapon around her catsuited waist. She also held a crop, which she flicked towards him eliciting a muffled yelp through his gag.

"Time to play, slave boy." She murmured, almost gentle, as she slowly backed out the butt plug from his rear. He moaned deeply into his gag as he felt the rubber intruder finally leave, and then gave another louder moan as the tip of her strapon began to press against him. He shuddered in his bonds, moaning over and over again as she pressed into him. "That's it. Thaaaat's it, pretty boy. Take my strapon like the good little slave slut you are." She settled herself about halfway in and then began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, drawing panting moans from him as she did so, driving a bit deeper with each thrust, "Goooood boy, such a good boy for your mistress. Hmmm? For your owner. Because I own this little ass, slave. I own all of you. That collar locked around your neck makes you mine."

Mike moaned even louder into his gag, his limbs straining against their bonds as she fucked him. She began to spank his ass with one hand while she continued to sensually fuck his rear, undulating her hips as she found her rhythm. "What an eager slave slut you are, hmmm? I barely had to convince you at all once I dangled that collar in front of you." She chuckled, increasing the speed of her thrusting just a bit, "Not just a bondage enthusiast but a submissive little bitch just pining for a domme to take and own. Hmmm? That's what you are isn't it?"

Mike moaned, jerking his head up and down, keening into his gag. His cock as hard as it could get, feeling like it must burst the cage at any moment.

She laughed happily at his response, thrusting deep with each hip movement now, "To think I very nearly didn't pick this house. Nearly missed you, and all your glorious submissive potential. By the time I'm ready to finally leave, I'll have broken you. Made you my submissive little bondage slut. You'll be begging me on that final day to walk you out of here on a leash, pack you up in my van in full view of your neighbours, and drive you back to my place. Back to my cozy dungeon where you can continue to serve your mistress." Mike moaned loudly at the thought of her taking him away, kidnapping him from his home.

She bent down and, with a few moments work, unlocked his chastity cage. he rapidly sprang up to full attention, shamefully turned on by everything that was happening to him. By the thought of her kidnapping him. Taking him away and enslaving him. Mike moaned at his traitorous cock, but she had already returned to thrusting into his rear. He was close. God, he was sooooooo close.....

"Yeeeessssss. That could very well be your future, my bondage bitch." She slapped his ass again as she continued to plunge her strapon into him, giving a throaty chuckle, "Serve me well, pretty boy, and you'll be in your new dungeon home in no time. Serving your kidnapper. Your sexy criminal dominatrix."

"Cum for me and prove that you are a slut for slavery. Cum for me and prove you want to be my bondage bitch. Cum for your mistress!"

Mike screamed into his gag as he came, shooting his load against his dining room table, as his captress pumped her rubber cock into him from behind. He continued to squeal and shudder as she kept fucking him, though slowing her speed. Her satisfied laughter filled his home, and Mike let out a despairing moan. He was so, so, soooo fucked.