Claire and the Cat Burglar Claire took a deep breath as she tested her bonds. Her wrists had been firmly tied behind her back - not so tight it would cut off circulation but still too tight for her hands to slip through the coils of rope, with the knots placed carefully out of her testing fingers' reach. It was definitely not an amateur's job. The thick cloth blindfold and the fact that her captor was still present somewhere left her with little choice but to stay calm and reflect on how she got into that situation: After a long, exhausting day at college and afternoon Yoga training Claire came home late, when it was already dark. Her parents weren't at home, though she didn't really care. All she wanted was a nice, hot shower. The girl went into her bedroom to grab some fresh clothes, threw them onto her bed and started to undress. Slowly, almost as trying to seduce a special someone who wasn't really there, she ruffled up her tight fitting long-sleeved black shirt, exposing her soft, sweaty skin and her black lace bra. After she had pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her short blond hair messed up, she tossed it onto the bed and, in a fluid motion, turned around and slowly reached for the buckle. Carefully, seductively, Claire unbuckled her bra and slowly slipped out of it, covering her full, firm breasts with her arm. She didn't know why but deep inside she felt as if being watched ... exposing her body to the eyes of a total stranger. Claire shivered. The thought aroused her. Little did she know that said thought was very much true ... Without warning someone clamped a gloved hand over Claire's mouth, reducing her surprised yelp to a muffled whimper. After a second of shock the girl started thrashing about, screaming into the latex-clad hand, hoping anyone might hear her suffocated cries for help. But it was all in vain. Soon Claire gave up the struggle. She was tired, there was no way she could escape the merciless grasp of whoever assaulted her like that. "Tamed already?" a soft, female voice mockingly whispered into her ear. Claire was surprised. Sure, she could already tell she was held captive by a woman by the breasts coated in latex that were touching her back, but she didn't expect her to have such a gentle, caring voice. Her words almost had something angelic to them, despite their intimidating nature. Claire's only response was a resigned "Hmm ... ." "Good." Claire could feel the grip around her cheeks tighten. "I'll remove my hand now. One slight sound of you and I'll shove a gag between those lovely lips of yours. Do obediently as you are told if you don't want to be punished. Got it?" Claire nodded the best she could within the unknown woman's grasp. Something told her that her captor smiled. "Good girl." Just as promised, she let go of Claire, who immediately covered her breasts with her hands. She stared at the carpet floor of her bedroom, awaiting orders, not daring to look at her tormentor. Right now she was nothing but a helpless toy to that woman. She was scared - but she couldn't deny one thing. Her hardened nipples poked her palms. She was trembling. She felt the sensation rushing through her body, the tingling in her stomach, her dry throat ... She couldn't deny it: That feeling of helplessness aroused her. "Your wrists!" the woman commanded. Knowing what was about to happen, Claire obediently followed her orders. She crossed her wrists behind her back, closing her eyes in anticipation, asking herself what would be used to restrain her. Then she felt the soft rope encircling her wrists, binding them tightly together behind her back. Claire bit her lip to suppress a moan as the knots were tightened. She didn't dare to struggle against the bonds as long as her captor was standing behind her. Just as she was about to open her eyes she felt a cloth being tied around her head, serving as a blindfold. Then she was led to sit down on her bed and gently pushed down. And now there she was: Lying on the bed, her feet dangling down the edge, her breasts exposed. With her wrists tightly bound, blindfolded and not daring to make even the slightest noise she was helplessly trapped and to the mercy of the still unknown woman. Judging from the sounds Claire heard, that woman was looking through all drawers, nightstands and cupboards she could find, probably looking for anything valuable. Claire started to wiggle around restlessly. What would that burglar do with her once she was done? Leave her like that? Gag her and hide her in the closet? Or would she decide to take her with her? And if so, what would she do after that? Blackmail her parents? Sell her into slavery? Or perhaps keep her as her own personal toy? With all those questions Claire's heart filled with fear more and more. But not only fear ... She could feel the desire crawl up her spine more and more. She was getting edgier with every second that passed and with her hands tied behind her back she had no way to relieve herself. She rubbed her inner thighs one on each other, hoping it would at least release some of the tension but instead it left her body only screaming for more. Obviously this caught the burglar's attention because Claire soon found her legs tightly bound at ankles, calves and thighs. Then she could feel it: The hair of her captor tickling her, her warm breath on face. Then she removed the blindfold. Claire was looking at a stunning woman. Black hair framed a beautiful face. The dark, passionate eyes seemed to pierce her soul and read her very thoughts. Claire couldn't help it; she had to stare at those full, red lips as she started talking. "Oh, you're enjoying this, right?" Claire took a moment before she found herself able to say anything: "N-No. I - I just - I ... Please, just untie me..." she stuttered. Of course that was a lie. She was enjoying this more than anyone possibly could imagine. The black-haired beauty smiled. "Remember what I told you? Not even a slight sound ... " With that she moved away from Claire and headed to her nightstand. Claire was too distracted by the wiggling hips in the black latex catsuit to think about those words - until she saw the red ballgag in her captor's hands. "NO!" Claire managed to scream that one word out loudly, but the rest was just a quiet mumbling: "N-No ... Please don't do it! I'll be a good, quiet girl, I promise! You don't have to g-g ... " Claire's voice broke. She couldn't say it. The word 'gag' was bearing too much arousal to her. The woman kneeled onto the bed, her legs folded to both sides next to Claire, her lips almost touching hers. "No ... Please ... I don't want ... " Claire pleaded - but it was too late. The woman jammed the rubber ball between her teeth and buckled the strap tightly. "Nngh!" Claire moaned into the gag. It was her own ballgag, she had been hiding it in her nightstand - and now the wrong person had found it ... Ignoring her prey's pleading eyes the burglar laid her hand on Claire's stomach and slowly started moving it down, under her pants ... "I'm sure you'll enjoy this ... Claire ... " "HNNGH!" Claire arched her back. She wanted that touch so badly. She had been craving it from the very beginning. "Claire!" "Nnn ... Hewf.." "CLAIRE!" Suddenly Claire was wide awake. She was back in class again, looking at Sarah, who was sitting next to her. "Miss Johnson!" "Bon ... " Claire stopped in the middle of the word. Still half way in her fantasy, she almost cried out 'Bondage'. "Y-Yes?" It was her history teacher, Mrs. Rickman who had just called out her name. And she didn't look too amused. "I asked you if you know the answer to that question." Claire, who had been dozing off into one of her bondage fantasies again, had of course no clue what that question was to begin with. Hesitating, she shook her head. "Well, since you're obviously very interested in Native American dream meditation techniques, you'll get to practice them during detention today!" Claire's embarrassment and anger soon faded at the thought about one word: "Detention ... "