Theresa knuckled her back as she stood out on the lawn, having just planted the FOR SALE sign deeply into the grass and dirt. She was especially proud at this moment of the sign...because for the first time in five years, her own name was featured beneath the main banner. She had finally made it, finally attained a senior position within her small real estate firm...and she was ever so keen to maintain it.

As she stood there massaging her back she looked around the neighborhood. It was a pleasant enough place, plenty of greenery and occupied with a comparatively young crowd for the most part, leavened with long term families who were third or fourth generation at this point. But enough turn over in the neighborhood that Theresa was usually around for a portion of every year as people moved in and out. Of course, beyond the normal life demands that prompted such moves out, one factor in particular was a major feature in people's decision to stay in the area.

She smirked slightly as her eyes fastened on one house in particular, right next door. Theresa had met Claire almost immediately upon coming to work here, when she had been selling the Stevenson's place after they'd been in the area for more than a decade. Work alas had demanded that the lovely couple depart, and they had clearly been rather put out to have to move...which Theresa discovered was almost entirely down to having to leave behind Claire, and her...particular activities.

Which in the case of Mr and Mrs Stevenson had involved dropping in on them once or twice a month, kidnaping them, and overseeing the pair of them in tight bondage fucking one another senseless. Whether in rope, or leather, or straining rubber, the couple had been put through their paces over and over, and had enjoyed a robust sex life thanks to their neighbour.

They were, needless to say, somewhat dejected.

But Claire had dropped in to see them off, and had been delighted to make Theresa's acquaintance. That acquaintance had been made over a friendly cup of tea...whilst the Stevensons rolled around on the floor in straining hogties, gurgling and desperate as vibrator edged them endlessly for the entire duration of Claire and Theresa having a chat. Theresa had been more than a bit taken aback at how everything had developed, but she had an open and flexible mind, and had been more than willing to pitch in once she had assured herself that everything was indeed on the up and up.

After that initial meeting, Theresa had seen Claire at just about every other job encounter that she had gone to. Occasionally she had gotten as involved as she had with the Stevensons, assisting in final domination sessions. Other times the final negotiations and signatures might be accomplished in bondage for one or more of the individuals in the room. Occasionally Theresa herself had ended up in light bondage, though she had insisted that since she was the real estate agent she had to remain pretty free, which Claire had nodded along with. And then of course, there were the couple of times when Claire had been busy with other things when Theresa turned up. Sometimes busy driving by with someone squirming in the backseat. Sometimes jogging back to her home with a poor man or woman scurrying to keep up while on a leash. And sometimes she was simply waltzing past, giggling and giving Theresa an eyeful in some sexy outfit. In just about alle vents, being the sexy neighbourhood kidnapper...and not being shy about flaunting it.

Theresa chuckled to herself, giving her back on last knuckle to loosen the muscles there and shook her head fondly. Well Claire's car was gone, so it seemed likely she was away tormenting someone in fine form. Maybe Theresa would leave her a note or something. She couldn't deny that the perky giggly brunette had rather entranced her, especially with just how open she seemed to be able to pursue her hobby of friendly neighbourhood kidnapping.

That thought carried her back up the lawn, and she pulled out her phone as she opened the door to the house and stepped inside. She still had some time before her prospective buyer showed up, and she figured she would text Sarah to tell her that...

Her phone was suddenly plucked out of her hand. Theresa began to look up, but hands grabbed her and thrust her firmly against the wall, causing her to squeal in shocked surprise. Yet she didn't think to shout or struggle in those first trio of seconds, and her hands were suddenly pulled together, the cold click-click-click of handcuffs suddenly sounding loudly behind her. She yanked on her hands, but her wrists remained firmly behind her. She sucked in a breath. She had to scream. She had to...

"Hiya!" That bright chipper voice. That...that...

"Claire!?" Theresa started to turn around, face red with embarrassment and indignation, "I've got a clienenmmmnnn!"

A bright red ball gag popped into her mouth, and Claire, for it was Claire in the flesh, giggled again as she yanked the straps firmly around Theresa's mouth and buckled them tightly in place. Then she shoved Theresa up against the wall again, slowly trailing her hands down her business suited body. Trailing over her heaving breasts, though tugging at her blouse with maliciously kinky intent. Winding downwards to grope and touch her butt...and then delivering a playful pairs of spanks.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Cllalakkmmgggh!" Theresa squealed into her gag, and then squeaked as she was whirled around, and Claire pressed her back against the wall. A leg shoved in between her own, with Theresa's inner thighs firmly grinding against Claire's leather covered thigh. She moaned, and blushed, looking at Claire. The bubbly brunette was clad in tight leather pants, with an elegant looking white shirt and matching leather jacket for her pants. A backpack was partially slung over one shoulder, and while one hand was keeping a firm shove on Theresa's chest, and one of her breasts, the other hand was dangling something in front of Theresa. Something it took her more than a few seconds to identify, her brain was already frazzled from the sudden change in her circumstances.

Claire was holding a leather slave collar.

Theresa moaned, squirming and blushing as she shook her head, trying to communicate, trying to mumble that she couldn't do this right now. She had a client turning up in just a couple of hours there was no way that Claire could possibly be doing this right now!

But she was.

Claire stroked the side of Theresa's face, letting the embarrassed and squirmy real estate agent moan and squirm and blush...and then buckled the collar around her throat...and locked it on. Another conspiratorial grin, like they were two teenagers getting away with some prank, and Claire pressed even closer, her lips trailing over Theresa's gag...getting in tight, caressing and groping her ass, her breasts, her torso...and then suddenly her fingers dug into Theresa's side!

Theresa exploded into frantic, muffled shrieks of laughter as Claire began to tickle her. Her objections and concerns evaporated in her mind as she heaved and squealed and squirmed, trying to lunge towards the door. Yet even as Claire tickled her, she was slowly lowering Theresa to the floor. The tickling didn't let up, yet somehow her milling limbs were further captured. Rope ensnared her legs, tightly frog tying her. Then more rope replaced the cuffs. And more rope was circled around her chest, under and over her breasts. Somehow Claire managing to keep Theresa giggling and thrashing and squealing into her gag with her nefarious tickling strategy...until they tickles finally stopped.

And Theresa found herself utterly and inescapably roped up, aching and straining in the tight cords of bondage. She gurgled into her gag, trying to communicate to Claire that this was really poorly timed...and the brunette leaned down, gripping Theresa's bound form at the upper back and at her crotch, and with a small grunt of effort lifted her up into a carrying position and hurried her out of the front hall, to the living room where she deposited her on the couch.

"Mmmngh, since the moment I first met you I've wanted to add you more fully to my games." Claire giggled as she dumped Theresa onto the leather couch and collapsed next to her with a playful giggle, "And, before you get back into a tizzy, I already know you are having someone come by." Claire grinned and leaned in closer, "Dear, sweet, cute, sexy Sarah. I had a small perusal through a list of prospective buyers for this place at the last open house your company hosted." Claire tapped her lip, "I really do think Sarah should be given an honest chance at buying this place...which means I need to...make her acquaintance."

Theresa shook her head, gurgling and moaning into her gag, squirming in her tight hogtie topes. Claire giggled and ran her fingers across her kidnap victim's soles, making her squeal and buck in her bonds again.

"Oh hush, it's not like you are going to lack for attention. I've had close to ten subbies at one time, and none of them were anything other than utterly and completely satiated by the time I was done with them." Claire reached to her other side and produced Theresa's phone, "So for the next couple hours, I'm going to be showing you precisely why you should be happy to be my lil kidnap buddy this weekend...and why its an even better idea for you to give me access to your phone."

Theresa flushed, and squirmed, looking up at Claire with big wide eyes...and letting out a despairing squeal of laughter as the tickles began again...and the last coherent thought she would have for quite a while dwelt on just two words.

Claire was keeping her for this weekend??