The Intruder
The house was exactly as she expected.
Thank God, she thought. That meant that the several days of surveillance hadn't been wasted.
She normally spent at least a few days planning in advance, split between Internet searches, social media scrubbing and finally, physical surveillance.
Renee thought of herself as a professional, and she didn't like the idea of leaving much to chance. She preferred to target the suburbs, relying on the natural ebb and flow of the middle class to create opportunities for her to do her work, and not too far from major streets in the event she needed a quick getaway.
This particular house had seemed perfect, nestled under a large maple tree that dominated the front yard, concealing the entrance from streetlights and what limited curious neighbors might be able to see.
She took a moment to savour her prep work, noting that there were no cars in the driveway and no movement from inside the house as she waited her standard fifteen minutes.
Perfect, she thought. "In and out, this'll be a cinch."
Moving from her parked car down the darkened street, she strode towards the house, seemingly unbothered. Experience had taught her that people tended to notice things that seemed out of place, and nothing gave away bad intentions like sneaking around like some common burglar.
Not a burglar. No, a simple woman in need of discretionary spending, but she refused to think of herself as a burglar. The houses are all insured, and she took great pride in being as careful as possible. She wasn't trying to hurt anyone, and who would miss the trinkets that she took? Most of these people have too much shit anyways.
These thoughts played at the back of her mind as she approached the front door. Locked, as she expected. Trusting her intuition, she stepped back and lifted the corner of the door mat, exposing a silver key.
Too easy, she mused to herself as she crossed over the threshold, closing the door behind her and locking it. She definitely didn't want to be surprised, and she was positive she'd hear someone walking through the front door.
Mentally, she started a timer. No more than five minutes. Renee quickly took stock, trying to orient herself to the house's layout. It looked bigger inside than from the street, and curiosity moved her deeper into the home, drawing her towards a back staircase. Other than a faint light from under the kitchen cupboards and a hallway light, the only light seemed to be coming from a door at the top of the back staircase.
A faint sound of voices was coming from the room, and Renee tensed momentarily and then marginally relaxed when she realized that it was some sort of radio broadcast.
Weighing her options, she considered heading right back out the front door. She didn't like the idea of running into the homeowners, but she also hated the idea of wasting days of work, just to get spooked by an unattended radio.
Give it a second, girl. She began counting down slowly from thirty, unmoving and tense, waiting for any further signs of habitation. Hearing no movement before her mental timer expired, she slowly released her breath, not realizing she had been holding it.
Get a grip, you've got this. She began advancing towards the stairs, slipping silently through the darkness. The stairs squeaked as she ascended, and she paused again, counting down another thirty seconds while waiting for any further sounds. She heard nothing, aside from the radio broadcast. She could make out a man's voice, sounding like some kind of call-in show, but she wasn't really paying attention to the words.
Steeling herself, she mounted the remaining stairs and tested the doorknob. Unlocked, perfect. She waited a beat for any other sounds. Hearing nothing, she slowly opened the door and stepped through into what appeared to be the master bedroom.
Renee stopped in shock, halfway into the room at the sight that greeted her.
A black clad figure was laid out on the bed, slowly squirming. The figure was very obviously male, which she couldn't help but notice, and was covered in a black, shiny bag. The bag was skintight, outlining the man's body in detail.
The bag extended all the way from his toes to his head, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
Leather straps secured his legs together up to his hips, welding his legs together. The bag held his arms at his sides, and a zipper ran the length of the bag, from chin to thighs.
"I've been waiting for you," he said.
I'm caught, Renee immediately thought. She was frozen in place, willing her limbs to move and get her out of there but her body wasn't responding to her panicked thoughts.
A moment that felt like an eternity passed, and she realized that the man was blindfolded by the shiny fabric covering his head. As she continued to process the image, she saw additional straps positioned under him, hanging open and seemingly waiting to close around his arms, chest and neck. Several coils of white rope were nearly piled on the opposite side of the bed, and a black apparatus with straps and a protruding black bulb was nearly placed on the pillow beside his head.
On the bedside table next to him was a bottle of lube, condoms and a small black plastic remote with two shining blue lights.
"I wasn't sure how long you'd be," he said, seemingly unbothered by his situation. Renee became aware of a low buzzing in the air and watched as the man slowly writhed inside his shiny prison.
Of course, this is some sex thing. Why did I have to pick the house with the pervert?, she wondered.
"I thought we'd take advantage of the kids being out to have some fun. Like what you see?" he inquired, his voice becoming somewhat strained as the buzzing changed pitch.
Renée still hadn't moved or said a word. She quickly tried to take stock of the situation. Clearly, he hasn't seen me and he thinks that I'm somebody else. Has he done this to himself? Of course, he said there's no one else here. Who's he waiting for?
She watched as he slowly continued to writhe, her attention unwittingly drawn to his crotch and the outline visible through the shining fabric.
"There's a remote on the side table for the plug I have in. I want you to strap me up, gag me and do whatever you want with me." he said, his breathing heavy.
Renee took a moment to think through her situation. She had been discovered, kind of, by her mark. She had been expecting the house to be empty, but now she was here in the master bedroom with some kinky bastard, so close to her goal of liberating him from some of his valuables. If she left now, she'd be leaving empty handed and he'd know something was up. He might even be able to get free and stop her if he knew something was wrong, which she definitely didn't want to consider. Through the skintight fabric, she could see that he seemed pretty well built and she didn't like her chances in a fair fight. On principle, she didn't carry any weapons while working, a decision she was regretting in this moment.
She decided to play along. He didn't know that she wasn't his intended partner, and if he was even more tied up, it would make her job much easier.
Feeling a little light headed, she stepped closer to the man. Up close, she could see the outline of his body clearly defined through the bag. Pretty well built, she thought. Her attention was again drawn to his erection pressing into the fabric, and she shuddered as she thought of that monster inside her. Get a hold of yourself, girl, she thought as she reached over and grabbed a strap, pulling it tight over his belly. He moaned softly as she tightened the strap, his arms now further trapped.
Renee tried to remind herself how weird this situation was as she tightened the straps over his arms and chest, pulling them tightly until they indented into the shiny fabric. As she pulled the last strap tight around his neck, she saw rings mounted on it, looking like some kind of kinky dog collar.
Her victim moaned softly and began to writhe more urgently. She felt an unexpected wetness between her legs as she looked at him. He's completely helpless, I could do anything I want to him right now.
Well, maybe not completely helpless, she thought to herself, as he bucked and tried to reach up towards her with his lips. Reaching over, she picked up the gag from the pillow next to him. Grabbing him by the chin, she shoved the black bulb into his mouth and buckled the strap behind his head, once again pulling the strap as tight as she could.
The man's moans continued, although much quieter. He grunted as she admired her handiwork, running her hands down his body to test his bonds, she could feel the warmth through the bag, and she saw that the straps didn't move an inch as he continued to buck and squirm.
The sensation of the bag was interesting, smooth and somewhat slick to the touch, and she found her hands lingering as she checked the various straps. I wonder what it feels like in there?
With the man secured, she began to relax incrementally. She watched his struggles carefully, his body straining inside the restraints. Looks pretty secure, she thought, there's no way he's getting out of that without help.
One last thing to check. A small smile crossed her lips as she decided to test out his gag. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote for his plug. Two buttons were illuminated by blue lights. She pressed the power button, and immediately heard the buzzing change pitch and tempo.
The man groaned into his gag and he bucked upwards, his hips humping the air. She reached towards his chest and began to circle his nipples through the fabric. Feeling them rise and harden under her fingers, she suddenly grabbed both of them firmly and began to twist and pull. The gag was definitely effective. Based on his struggles, he hadn't expected that at all, and his grunts had been reduced to a series of pathetic mmphs.
Perfect. Now I can get back to work without being bothered. She began to register the radio sound she heard earlier, and she realized it was some kind of sex advice podcast. You dirty perv, she mused, was this one of the hosts’ suggestions to spice up a relationship?
She cast one lingering look at him, satisfied by his squirming that he wouldn't interrupt her plans. She felt her gaze drawn again to his crotch and his cock straining against the fabric and deliberately turned away. She could feel her heartbeat in her temples and a flush in her cheeks. Am I really getting turned on right now? The growing wetness between her legs reinforced that maybe she was kinkier than she had thought before this moment.
She turned back to the job at hand, rummaging through the bedroom and closet. She began to collect what she came for, grabbing jewelry, watches and the man's wallet, tucking these items into the duffel bag she was carrying.
As she moved through the room, she saw that he was starting to struggle in earnest, bucking and writhing and managing to roll from side to side. This won't do, he's liable to hurt himself.
Eyeing the coils of rope, she grabbed three of them and pushed him down, pinning him on his back. He continued to grunt and moan, bucking his hips towards her. Ignoring his struggles, she threaded two ropes through his collar, pulling them up and tying them off to the headboard on opposite sides. Cinching them down, his head and neck were now secured, preventing him from rolling to his side. He stopped squirming momentarily, emitting a questioning grunt from behind his gag.
A third rope was attached to the strap at his feet, which she pulled taut and secured to the footboard. Now he was stretched out and nearly immobile, unable to do much more than buck his hips and strain against the restraints.
Renee's breath was coming faster, and not just from the effort of securing him. She was staring at his crotch now, and a crazy thought emerged. Just a quick look, she thought.
The zipper had an extra pull at the bottom, allowing her to open the bottom of the bag without exposing the rest of his body. She slid it up slowly, tantalizingly, until his cock popped free of its restraint. She took in the image, admiring its size and the veins standing out. A silicone ring circled the base and pre-cum was dribbling down the top. Maybe just a taste.
She gripped his shaft and slowly squeezed, feeling its warmth in her hand. She repositioned the zipper, leaving only his cock exposed as she slowly slid her hand up its length. Leaning forward, she circled the tip with her tongue before opening her mouth and letting it slide inside.
This is insane, what am I doing? She could barely fit him inside her mouth, and she played with his shaft, stroking it slowly and feeling his pre-cum dribble into her tongue. Both she and the man let out a low moan as her hands and mouth continued to work.
Her mind continued to scream at her as she felt her own need growing, feeling a building heat in her belly. Her hand slipped down between her legs, gasping as her fingers began to stroke her clit and labia.
She was torn between her own growing lust and the logical part of her brain that was telling her to get the fuck out of there, but her lust was winning out. She bobbed up and down on his cock, tasting the salty heat on her tongue as her fingers stroked her pussy.
Throwing caution to the wind, she quickly stripped off her pants and underwear and climbed onto the man, straddling his hips and feeling his cock nestle between her thighs, the heat and firmness of it against her pussy. When else am I going to get this kind of opportunity?
She began to slowly grind against him, savouring the heat and firmness of him against her mound. Their bodies began to move in sync, the man lifting his hips to try and match her movements. She reached over to the table, grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube. Magnum, of course. Shifting her hips backwards, she tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto him. He seems pretty desperate, she thought, enjoying the sight of his pink flesh contrasted by a sea of shining black.
Squeezing out a generous dollop of lube into his cock, she again began stroking him, drawing out a series of moans from his stuffed mouth. She turned her attention to herself, rubbing lube into her pussy and inserting first one, then two fingers and working them back and forth.
He’s definitely excited, she thought, as he grunted and thrust his hips towards her. Slowly, she slid up his body and reached down between her legs, grasping him firmly. Last chance to back out. Fuck it. Or rather, fuck me.
She guided him into her, feeling the pressure building as she leaned backwards. Oh God, she gasped as she took more and more of him. It just keeps going. Finally, she settled back onto her ankles, taking the full length of him and feeling the tip just brushing the tip of her cervix. Lifting her hips slightly, she began to slowly rock back and forth, feeling him shifting back and forth inside her. Her breath hitched and she placed her hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding and his muscles bunching through the fabric.
As she began to pick her pace, she felt the subtle vibrations from his plug. It must be pressing on his prostate. She reached for the remote again, pressing the button repeatedly until the vibrations increased to their max, feeling them tingling inside her.
Her breath came faster and faster and she leaned forwards, pumping up and down on him and feeling herself beginning to tighten around him as she found the right angle, hitting that glorious spot inside her. He continued to thrust, pumping into her as best as his restraints would allow but throwing off her rhythm.
She pushed down on his chest and clamped down with her legs, further restraining his movement. No no, this isn't about you. You're just a cock at this point, a living sex toy for me to use. Isn't that what you said earlier? She could feel her orgasm building, savouring the feeling of power over him and he continued to struggle and groan in his prison.
The waves of pleasure continued to build inside her as she found her rhythm and angle, thrusting up and down on him until she hit her tipping point, throwing her head back and biting her lip as she let out her own moan, feeling her orgasm rip through her. She paused as the contractions ran through her pussy, and he continued to buck underneath her, chasing his own orgasm after her.
She shifted forwards and smiled, ruining his angle but holding the tip inside her. He groaned in frustration and thrashed against the restraints, trying in vain to keep thrusting into her. She felt whole body tingles as the aftermath of her orgasm continued, and she gripped his head, placing her lips next to his ear.
"Thanks for the ride, big boy," she purred. He stiffened and she felt him twitch. These were the first words she'd spoken since discovering him, and he now realized she was not who he'd been waiting for.
Now his struggles began in earnest, thrashing and flailing against his restraints. These were no more effective than his earlier efforts, and soon he was panting through his nose. He shouted into his gag and she pinched his nose shut, laughing at him as he squirmed.
"You're such a fucking slut. Look at you, dressed like that. It's like you wanted it." The hood covering his head sucked tighter as he flailed and tried to twist away from her grip, struggling for air. She felt his cock twitch, still resting between her legs and she laughed again. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
He grunted a negative but his still rock hard cock told a different story. It was intoxicating, the power that she had over him in this moment. She lifted herself slightly and his cock came free, slapping down onto his belly with a plop. Struck by a moment of inspiration, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself, collecting her juices on her fingers before rubbing them over his hooded head and under his nose. He shook his head and moaned but he was well and truly helpless.
Lazily, she rolled off of him, slapping his cock and laughing as he twitched and moaned. Good thing he's gagged, he certainly seems to have a lot to say now. Why do men always have to ruin sex with talking afterwards?
"Don't worry baby, you were great," she said as she began getting dressed. She gripped his cock again, pushing it flat against his belly and closing the zipper, leaving him pent up and clearly frustrated. Just doing my part to narrow the orgasm gap. As she watched him struggle, he was still moving too much for her liking. He seemed pissed now, and she didn't like the idea of him having any chance of escape.
Grabbing more coils of rope, she began cinching them to the straps pinning him into the bag. Tying the ropes off to the bed frame, he was now completely immobilized, pinned on his back and only able to shake his head. His grunts were becoming increasingly desperate.
"I'm sorry baby, but I have to go. Don't worry though, I'll leave you something to remember me by." He began shaking his head frantically, and she laughed at his pathetic attempts to break free. Taking her panties, she rubbed them into her pussy, collecting her musk and juices and leaving them damp with her smell.
Grabbing his head with one hand, she stretched her panties over his hood, leaving the damp crotch over his nose. He was breathing heavily now, and she chuckled as her damp underwear sucked against his nose. He mmphed and grunted into the gag and did his best to struggle, which amounted to little more than twitching and shaking his head from side to side.
"I'm not cruel though, I haven't forgotten about your little friend. I bet that vibrator is driving you crazy." He nodded as best as he could and grunted an affirmative. "Poor baby. Let me take care of that for you." She picked up the remote again and cycled through the power button several times, listening carefully as the buzzing changed pitch and tempo. Thinking carefully, she picked a setting that started low and slowly ramped up to a powerful vibration before dropping down again. "Perfect. That should keep you right on the edge, at least until the batteries run out, or your partner gets back. You better hope she's the understanding type, because you're going to have some explaining to do."
The man groaned and continued his struggles, muscles straining under the skintight restraints. Unbelievably, he was still hard. "You dirty pervert. Enjoy my panties, I'll be thinking of you while I'm spending your money."
The man's struggles were increasingly frantic, but for all his efforts, the only result was the shaking of the bedframe. Taking one last moment of inspiration, Renee retrieved a tube of bright red lipstick from the bathroom. Returning to the trussed up man, she uncapped the tube and wrote a message onto his chest for his partner to find.
She gripped his head, holding his chin and forehead and she leaned in next to his ear and purred "Just remember, you wanted this". He shook his head and managed a muffled moan.
Collecting her duffel bag and turning from the room, she looked back one last time to admire the scene and the message she had left behind.
"Thanks for sharing!"
The end (for now).