Curtis glared at his apartment door, and the many locks and security bolts that festooned it. He glared at the bars on his window, and the alarm system he had installed six months ago when he had had three weeks straight of people breaking in purely to tie him up, dominate him, and sexually satisfy themselves, and usually him too. It was all so purely unfair that to escape their continuous attentions, to escape his curse, he had to take such measures. The usual culprit was either his younger female neighbours, or his landlady. He had spent the better half of the last year in some form of bondage slavery to one or more of them.

He growled, shoving himself up from the chair where he had been brooding. He couldn't live like this. He had to try again. He had to find some way to escape the prison that his apartment was becoming. To escape the bondage curse that had dogged him for an entire year.

A disguise!

His brain lit up at the idea. He could change his hair, perhaps wear a false mustache or beard, and get into some totally different outfit. That had to work!

It took about an hour to settle himself into something, and he was soon taking the nerve wracking steps of unlocking his front door and peeking his head out into the hallway. It was clear. He breathed a sigh of relief and trotted out into the hallway, taking care to shut the door, before quickly heading to the elevator. No one was in sight, no suddenly opening doors announced a sudden attempt at kidnapping.

His ride down the elevator was uneventful as well, and he found himself hoping against hope that he might have hit upon a solution. No landlady ambush, to drag him back to her place for intensive rental agreement negotiations. No horny neighbour looking to have him do chores around their places, or someone's significant other or family member taking a shine to him and bundling him up in leather or rope and hustling him out of the building. For the first time in weeks, Curtis stepped out of the elevator, and out of his building, under his own power.

He had done it.

He had escaped!

And all thanks to his clever disguise.

He took a breath, settled a smile on his face, and stepped up to a cab that was idling in front of his place, "Can I hire you?"

The driver wordlessly jerked a finger to the back, and Curtis happily opened the door, getting in and buckling himself into place, then looked up, "I'd like to go tommmgnhhgg!"

He jerked backwards, gagging as the driver turned around and sprayed something directly into his face, making him suddenly feel light headed. He slumped back, feeling his muscles fail to respond as he tried to unbuckle himself. The driver calmly got out of their door, and opened his, sitting down next to him, and taking off their shades to give him a grin.

It was Officer Nicole Simpson! Clearly doing some sort of...of...what the hell was she doing here?

"Imagine my surprise," Officer Simpson remarked, cuffing Curtis' hands behind him, "Here I am on a totally unrelated stakeout, undercover no less, when you try to crash my observation mission. I don't hear from you in months...and this is how you tell me you want to play games again."

Curtis tried to shake his head. He certainly did not want to play games with Officer Simpson again! Not after she had held him captive after he had reported those blasted sorority girls for kidnapping him. He tried to lunge out the side, but succeeded only in twitching his arms and moaning. Officer Simpson shook her head, reaching down to remove a set of clean panties and a roll of tape. Curtis found himself quickly gagged as Nicole Simpson tsk tsk'd at him.

"Honestly, I have found myself missing your presence. I got to practice so many interrogation techniques...and it helped to have a helper around the house for those long overnight stake outs. This time I think I'll need to hang onto you longer. I bet you'll be happy to escape the humdrum life and get to play these games again."

She giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "No, I'll need to secure you at home and then finish up the rest of my stakeout shift. Just a few hours, not to worry. But I'll make certain you are properly entertained while I'm gone...and then when I'm back we can look at properly reintroducing you to your proper role of my bondage toy."

Curtis groaned into his gag as Officer Simpson climbed back into the driver's seat and pulled away from his building. His abortive escape having only landed him in hot water once again. He moaned into his gag, his thoughts skittering around as they wondered at what might await him...

And whether he would make it home again in a few weeks time like last time...or if his curse was going to continue to bedevil him...jumping him from woman to woman...and keeping him enslaved and bound for months and months on end...