The Cat Is TrappedChapter One The Introduction At around 2 this afternoon, I returned to my condo in the valley. The past 2 hours of stepdown aerobics still has me feeling quite refreshed and energized. I pulled into the driveway, and saw the familiar Mercedes 450SL parked in front of the lavish home next door to me. "Ah, he's home", I muttered with a wicked tone. I slipped my key into the front door and went inside. I pranced happily thru the hallway, up the stairs and into my favorite part of my home, my bedroom. The cool blue, rose and black hues are well-lit by the late afternoon sunshine poking through the venetian curtains. The air is lightly scented with sea spirit incense and my 5 candles lit around the room. I fell down onto my large oak 4-post bed with the frilly canopy and just dozed for a little while. You see, this is my hideaway spot. Even my 3 little kittens are all curled up on my bed against the rose silken pillows. A few hours later, I woke up from my nap. The sweaty clothes I tear off as I walk into the master bathroom to take my shower/bath. As the hot water coursed around the tub, I began to daydream about this evening's adventure. But first, a little bit of background on myself. I am only 27 years old, and being in a new town is not new for me, being a military brat and all. I have been to several towns across America, due to the necessities of my dad's job when I was younger. For the past few years though, my new lifestyle has taken over. "What is it?", you ask. "Not so fast". I will tell all in due time. My name is Heidi, but all my close friends call me, Cat. I have raised 3 orphaned kittens from almost newborns. I arrived here in the Valley hoping to start my junior level of college. However, that's not completely true as you will realize later on in my story. When most people see me for the first time, they think, "Wow, such a pretty and nice girl and so polite, too." Little do they realize what a freak I am underneath that "nice" persona. I have so many "alternative" interests, that I would make people run scared. I am anything, but typical. Realistically, I was born and raised in Minnesota with parents who love me very much and whom I think the world of. How I got started in my line of work is a whole other story, but I think its safe to say...that it brings out the "cat" in me. I am the tallest woman in my family standing 5'6" and a very athletic 135 pounds. I work out 3 times a day doing aerobics and flexibility training so I can keep in my peak physical condition for my adventurous hobby. My hair is the color of midnight, and I have it braided like Bo Derek in "10". People tell me I even walk cat-line in my prancing little crimson-toed feet. I rarely wear shoes when I am at home, but then again I'm rarely at home. And even "home" isn't exactly permanent, as my job dictates that I move around a lot. But, I so do want to settle down. I just haven't met the right man to soothe the savage beast inside of me and who can meet my freakish desires and requirements. I have no living family left, and unfortunately have a small number of close friends. As I daydreamed in my bath, I wondered about Mr. Dean next door. From what I can see, he does have a lot of money, but seems to spend it rather quietly on himself. He's about 35 I would say, and a nice physique for a young man of his age. I have been watching his movements for about the past month or so, and I notice that he loves cooking outside, he enjoys his mountain bike (as do I) and enjoys the pleasant music of soft jazz (which I hear nightly coming from his deck surrounded by the tiki torches. As I dried off, I couldn't help admiring myself in the floor-length mirror my mom bought me last June. The casting sunlight danced across my body and gave it a healthy glow that seemed like an aura. "God, if I were a man, I'd be going nuts right now!", I whispered to myself absentmindedly. The past 6 months of hard workouts has shown itself in my toned and muscled abs and legs, as well as my firm breasts of 34c. My petite 23" waist is looking better than ever, and it produces such curves in my hips and bottom that I even cannot believe the change from a year ago. I got up and went into my walk-in closet and put on a soft black sheer sundress and went outside without shoes, as usual. I went out into the backyard to enjoy the sunset, and that's when I noticed my sexy neighbor, Mr. Alexander Dean, standing by his bar-b-q pit on his deck. Mr. Dean wore his navy blue shirt with the button-down front and his khaki slacks, while lightting his bar-b-que. If he only knew that in the next 72 hours, his whole life will come crashing down around him...thanks to one precocious little kitten named, Heidi! And little did I know that that event would eventually make my life complete...well read on... "Hi, neighbor", I yelled, This is the first time I've really been able to talk to him since I had moved to the Valley. "My name is Heidi, what's yours?" Well, all I know is that he was rather taken by me, which is all the better for me in the long run. He stopped putting steaks on his grill and walked over to the fence where I was standing. "Hi, my name is Alex...Alex Dean...nice to meet you." As we shook hands, I got this odd feeling like I had met him before or something. I don't know, but the feeling went away rather quickly. "I'm cooking for just me, if you'd care to join me?" Hmmm, what a perfect way to "get to know him". I gladly took him up on the offer. "Sure, I'd love it. I'll go into my kitchen and get us some wine for dinner". As I went inside, I quickly planned my next plan of attack for Mr. Dean. I walked out of house and went over to Mr. Dean's with 2 cold bottles of Sauvignon Blanc, 1988, in one hand and 2 fluted wine glasses in the other. My black sundress flowing behind me like waves of the moon flying across the night sky. It fitted my body perfectly, and I noticed Mr. Dean watching me with a keen sense of anticipation. I noticed that he had on a nice Rolex watch, but no other jewelry to speak of. His Wayfarer sunglasses hung from around his neck, and he had a Polo sweater around his neck. "How preppy", I thought, "but, oh is he cute!" I sat down gracefully into the lounge chair he presented to me.
Chapter Two The House Tour I didn't know it, but I could swear Mr. Dean was boring holes into me. I felt his heat from far away. Mr. Dean, much to her surprise, came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, looked deeply into her chocolate brown eyes and said, "Before dinner, shall I give you the fifty-cent tour of my home?", he asked. "Sure, I would love that!", I replied quickly. How would I have guessed he'd let me case his house with him pointing out all his artifacts. This is too good. He's doing my layout work for me. (If you hadn't guessed by now, I'm what people would call a "cat-burlar". So its my calling, what can I say? Actually, I don't take much...maybe something just to add to my collection of fetish gear, or something like that. I know, I know, weird, huh? But that's me. Well back to my story...) I notice that he has no motion detectors, motion sensors or anything else for that matter, which leads me to believe his alarm system is more sophisticated that I thought. In the main living area, I do notice a large screen projection satellite television which is worth about $50,000 now. There was a huge collection of DVD's and videotapes along the far wall of various forms and titles. In the den, I found a nice collection of old books, erotica, mysteries, etc. Near the east wall I noticed a large black leather couch and coffee table made of leather with a solid glass top. The desk too was made of mahogany, but the surface was inlaid black leather. "Hmmm, I'm getting a good vibe from all of this leather", I noted. This is looking very promising. You see, I have an "extreme" fetish with leather and latex and the like. Mr. Dean smiled as he watched his new neighbor explore his house. Her crimson painted toes were delicately figured on the huge deep carpet beneath her feet. As she passed in front of the windows, he could see her nude shape just bristling to get out of her clothing. The sun was catching her just right, and he actually found himself drooling slightly. He shook his hands in a rather lecherous manner, as he thought of such wicked thoughts for her. If only he has enough time to capture her. Mr. Dean led me out the door, and as I swung my arms I felt such a burst of energy coming from his crotch as my hand lightly swept passed. I looked up at him and saw him smiling so provocatively at me, that it made me melt. I knew my sex was pouring out of me, and I knew he could smell me. Just that idea made me shake with a tiny orgasm right then and there. "Well, that's the whole tour", he concluded. Just then his pager went off like crazy. "I'm sorry but I need to get to my office. Apparently, someone's broken into the safe there", he informed me. "Oh, that's okay", I replied, "I'll take a raincheck". "I'll probably be gone all night, so maybe tomorrow night would be better". "Much better and I hope everything is okay at your office", I told him as he disappeared into the house. Mr. Dean was quickly gone out the door thinking, "Ah...now let her play".
Chapter Three The Cat Prepares For The Night Well this is working out perfectly. Now, I have all night to explore his home and make my getaway by morning. I ran into my house, up the stairs as quickly as I could. I ran into my bedroom, and found myself actually panting and my pussy soaking wet because now I was to be able to be a cat again. That is my major fetish...I'm a FURRY. You see, I acquired my nickname for my cat fetish, among other things. Like I said earlier, I have 3 orphaned kittens. I just relate to them like someone relates to dogs or other things. I have this inborn love, attraction and passion for anything remotely "catlike". I even move and prance like a cat when I walk. Most men and some women I have captured their eye simply by my movements. I move like a cat with great stealth and grace and skill, which is, I guess, your ultimate "cat-burglar" stereotype. I reach into the far back reaches of my closet and pull out my "night clothes". I made a special costume for my nightly jobs that I like to do so much. (Now I must warn you....I am a freak on the prowl so I hope I don't "freak" anyone out by what you'll read next). My special costume suits my liking and my alternative styles. The black spandex hood worn around my head is completely whole minus the holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. I handsewn the crafted leather cat ears on top. The spandex/latex feet are made with cowhide leather glued to the bottoms for better grip and silenced movements. I have sewn a long black velvet tail onto the rear by my bottom. Inside, is where the freakish part begins. I have a 4" long and 2" wide latex/rubber butt plug that I use to secure the tail to the costume better than needle and thread. My catsuit fits me nicely. The black spandex/latex wraps my body entirely from head to toe in its silky smoothness. I run around the room and play with my kittens. I'm as happy as a kitten now. My body is surging with sexual arousal, as well, as I do not wear anything underneath my suit. The latex forms a nice 2nd skin and molds greatly around my body. My clit rubs against it every time my heart beats, so you can understand my glee and happiness. I am one big erogenous zone now, and I'm in my own little world. Now, the time is coming for darkness...
Chapter Four The Spider's Hiding Place Darkness has fallen into the Valley, and now I must begin my prowl. He's not expected back till morning, so I have plenty of time to explore Mr. Dean's little castle. Let's see...large amount of money, conservative in nature, expensive alarm system, no cameras or animals of any kind and single with little or no company expected tonight. I sat here in the top of this tree for a little while contemplating my next move. This tree, which was directly next to his massive-sized yard, was a perfect little perch for me. I'm sitting on the highest limb wearing my catsuit and the buttplug snugly and firmly up my tight ass. This keeps me alert and highly aroused like a cat in heat. I so loved the feeling of the texture against my soft, silken skin. It encased my nude body and kept the body heat warming me wonderfully. My nipples stood erect, as usual, and every nerve ending in my skin was on fire. My shapely silhouette was shrouded against the darkened midnight sky and the almost total darkeness of my surroundings. Silently and with catlike agility, I climbed across the large limb and jumped slightly down onto the roof of Mr. Dean's house. I climbed down the little ladder onto the third-floor landing directly underneath the attic ventilation window. I carefully pulled back the cover which revealed the 2-foot opening leading directly into the attic space on the third floor. I carefully inspected this door for any alarm triggers, and found none to speak of. I slowly opened this door, which revealed a small set of stairs leading down to the third floor living area. I hop into this space, because I preferred to work from the top to the bottom before leaving a house. The entire house seems entirely still and eerie...just the way I like it.\ From room to room I went, but nothing of any notice or value or interest struck me. But, I did notice aloof the rooms had some leather accessorizing in it, which led me further along on this erotic journey. I am wondering what I will find next! I went down to the 1st floor, and walked into the living room and den, which I was familiar with. I started searching the wall for a possible safe or hidden seal. Suddenly, my hands came across an upraised area along the wood paneling. After I studied the seal, I figured this was a hidden door hiding something worth checking. The wall did not sound hollow, which was probably due to soundproof installation. I pushed gently on the door, but it did not give much. I then tried the other side. It slowly started to budge. I continued pushing until it fully opened into a small hallway leading to another story. "Ahh, this is getting more interesting by the second", I thought. My body was raging hormones now. Talk about being in heat. My pussy's juices were soaking through, and I could smell my sex burning a hole through the fabric of my catsuit. I would have fucked the first thing that moved. Heck, I would have fucked the first thing that couldn't move...a statuette, a spoon...anything. This 2nd door was odd, because it had no doorknobs or handles. I tried pushing against it, but it did not go further than half an inch or so. When I stopped pushing, it slowly swung outwards revealing a large room completely dark. It was even too dark in here for my night vision. I found a dimmer switch just to the left of the doorway and gave it a small turn. As the subdued red light filled the room, I noticed that the walls, ceiling and floor were entirely covered and padded with latex, rubber and/or leather surfaces. The only lightbulb in the room was barely protruding from the ceiling like surrounded by a cage of some sort. "A dungeon, perhaps?", I panted. This could not be, because Mr. Dean is so conservative. I would not think this of him. My eyes must be playing tricks on me, I'm sure. This room went beyond my wildest dreams. My body, my senses and my soul was on fire. "Could Mr. Dean be my dream man?", I wondered. The room, large enough like a large dining room and living room together, Near the far corner of the room was a large storage locker about the size of a standard refrigerator. As I walked over to it, I discovered that it was completed encased in black latex even on the handles. "This all must have cost a fortune", I decided. Near the opposite corner, I found a small, black chest. Along the wall were sets of chains and shackles and handcuffs. Other than those items, the room was bare. Hell, I was happy with just this. I felt myself cumming just by being in the room the sense was that powerful. When I finally stopped shaking and the feeling subsided somewhat, I was able to walk further around the room. I was very curious about this black chest, with it being in a totally-padded latex/rubber room and all. My hands ran over the surfaces as if I was rubbing along the cock of a God, it felt that good. My hormones were on overdrive. I opened the chest and stopped breathing for a second. "Oh my God...its...its...its...oh my god....", I kept screaming and not afraid if anyone heard me. I reached inside and pulled out a black latex catsuit, a latex corvette, latex boots, a black spandex/latex chastity belt and a latex single black glove. My nipples are physically hurting me now and my spandex suit is now fully soaked with my juices. I lick them from my fingers after delving them along the crack of my pussy. "Hmmm...god I taste so good tonight", I purr. The chastity belt, I found, is metallic and lined with rubber. The front plug is 6" long and about 3" wide and made from a hard rubber substance. There were several small ridges, and tiny flexible rubber spikes through the whole shaft. The rear plug was 8" long and 3" wide and also made of the same substance. The rear plug has larger ridges along its entire length. The straps that held the plugs were flared and fitted to the waist. Both had closures and small miniature seatbelt closures with a small circle like a keyhole. I'm now sure how they worked, but I am going to enjoy trying to find out. Now, I had to take a peek at these gorgeous boots, as one of my other fetishes is shoes/boots of any alternative make and model. Each boot, I found, went up to my hips with 6" stiletto heels (my fave!) The toes were as pointy as the heels. The latex was extremely stiff material. At the top of the boot contained similar closures as those I found on the chastity belt. Next, I pulled up the corset. This was also made from black latex and was a bit stiff. The boning was tight and the laces went up the back with small, soft leather straps fitting them together. The breast cups were open and I knew these would lift my 34c breasts so deliciously. On the back of the corsets, were again the same closures as the chastity belt and boots. My new catsuit (I know that's presumptious but I couldn't help myself) was soft and shiny black latex. It looked like it would run my entire body perfectly, and also had a black hood. The only holes were for the nose and a small hole at the top for my hair. The eyelets had lightly tinted lenses. Where the mouthpiece would be, I found a strange hole looking like some sort of nozzle for some kind of pump. "Hmm...this is exciting, weird, scary and ooooh so sexy", I whimpered as I continued my inspection of my new skin. Looking inside the hood, I could see a small, hard, rubber ball. But, for the life of me I can't figure out what this is for. Connected to the front of the neck of the hood was a built-in collar with the same small closure lock and bolted to the front of it was a small D-shaped ring. The rest of the latex suit looked normal with a zipper flap in the back. The zipper, however, looked like it was connected together with the hood zipper at the back of the neck that the collar would cover. I toyed with this zipper for a few moments and imagined the feel of the cold steel running up and down my skin...how it would feel....oooh....I must move on. I reached back into the black chest and pulled out that deliciously-sexy glove. I held it up in front of me and let it dangle between my fingers feeling the coolness of the texture warm my skin. The laces were made of strong, soft leather. At the top, there was another closure lock. This was all overwhelming my senses to the point where I could not wait to strip down and put all this stuff on...not without cumming a few times beforehand. I reached back inside looking for more clothing. Much to my happy surprise, I found a tube of some type of lubricant. "Hmmm, this is odd", I thought. I cannot wait to put on all these things and test their fit. I immediately took off my own catsuit, and finally let my body breathe. God, it was like the air was fucking me in every direction. It was all I could do to just stand there and take it all in being naked like that. The air reached every pore and opening and almost seemed to lick at my wet pussy lips like an experienced lover. My pussy was dripping so much liquid that it was forming an actual puddle beneath me. I grabbed the tube and immediately applied a small, but generous, amount to the larger butt plug I had found in the chest. I figured I was fine as long as I did not lock the closures. No need for lubricant for the one to fit into my pussy, that's for sure. I placed the long waist strap around and placed the one end into the other end of the closure with a soft "click". Finally, I had all the pieces in place. The little button suddenly popped up, and I had unknowingly locked it into place and there I would remain without the use of some special key that I had not found yet. I slid the long sleek dildo-like plug deep up into my pussy, and my entire body shuddered for what seemed like an earthquake had hit me. And, I had not even moved it...only put it into place. When I was finally able to catch my breath, I slowly inserted the other one up into my ass. I had to bend forward and put my face sideways against a wall, reach behind me and thrust it home. A warm and passionate shudder came through me like nothing I had felt before in my life. The closure then locked into place in the back, as I closed it and secured the belt and both plugs were firmly inserted and encased by my shuddering horny body deep and wide. I dare not move at the moment for fear of flooding the room with my juices. Thinking silently and looking at my watch which read "11:35pm", I thought, "Wow, so much more to explore. I do hope he is gone all night like he said. I want to take my time". Just then, she thought she heard a strange sound coming from the illicit darkness in the corner of the room. The sound seemed to originate from behind the wall. "But, how could that be", I thought. With hardly any walk space between the rooms and the outside, there is no way it could be human or animal. It was jut my head playing tricks with me, again. Just then, she felt something warm nearby, like a human entity, but couldn't see anything in the muted darkness. All her senses were on overload now, and the goose bumps underneath her suit were causing her even greater arousal. Fear is the ultimate aphrodisiac in many ways, and I was find that out right now. "Ahh, and now for this beautiful corset", I whispered. The shiny blackness and the sensual material is something I've been looking for in stores around the country, and now here it is in my hot, little hands. I brought it down to my waist and let the fabric caress my now super-aroused skin and sends me into a latex dream world. I reached around the back and drew the closures tight. I tightened up the soft leather laces until they met at my waist. This caused my 23" waist to draw down to a beautifully sensuous 18". I attached the end pieces of all 3 closures and locked them firmly into place. My body was now transformed into a dainty hourglass figure with my delectable breasts pushed up and out by the amazing design of my new corset. I walked around the dimly-lit room like I was walking on air. Everything inside of me oozed sex at the moment, and being encased in such a delightful latex skin made me gloriously happy and aroused. Next, I picked up the black latex suit. Amazingly enough, I pulled the suit up over my sinuous legs, dainty waist, my curvy breasts now so exposed and up to my shoulders without any problems or resistance. "It is like this suit was made for me, it seems", I wondered. I pulled the suit up onto my arms and everything was almost in place. Except for the beautiful handcrafted hood. I drew out the hood and placed my pouty mouth over the black rubber ball inside the mouthpiece of the hood. As I did this, I also threaded my long raven locks through the hole at the top of the hood. When all my hair was woven through, I pulled the hood completely and snugly over my head and wrapping my beautiful face in the warm, shiny skin. I stood for a moment, and heard that sound again only this time it sounded like it was coming from behind that large chest over in the corner. I took a deep breath, and then silence. My heart started beating a little faster, as I smoothed out the latex skin. I pulled and twisted the zipper of both the hood and the catsuit together which permanently sealed my body into it. I pulled the collar tight around my neck (which felt oh so wonderful), locked the small steel closure into place sealing me completely in my latex cocoon. I have been aching, yearning and wanting this feeling all my life and now I have it. I never want to leave this room, this home ever again, but I also knew that I probably would have to. I still hadn't found any valuables to steal, as I was having too much fun exploring this room. Feeling ever so strangely powerful in my newborn skin, I pulled the latex boots high onto my legs and locked them with the small closure pieces. The boots cause me to be even taller, and I felt like I was a statue about to be put onto display. My head tilted back, my shoulders out and my left leg posed high upon my heel made me look like a painting, I'm sure. I rubbed my hands up and down over my skin enjoying the tightness and the unrelenting covering. My sex was completely devastated as if I were transformed into one ultimate sexual animal. Momentarily, I imagined myself robbing houses with this outfit, but once again I perished that thought because I didn't plan on leaving this room ever...at least I hoped I wouldn't have to. My pussy and asshole were going into a heavenly latex-induced orgasm with every slight movement, as I could feel the latex plugs vibrating so completely inside of me pushing gently and more deeply than ever now. I walked over to the far wall where there was what looked like to be a long wooden railing or banister. I began to rub my latex buried sex up against it manipulating the dildos inside of me. My breathing became more labored and I grabbed ahold of the railing for dear life as another monumental orgasm swept over me and I still had not touched my own skin, yet. Her vision partially obscured by the tinted lenses gave everything a slight hallucinogenic feel, and she started visualizing being like this with Mr. Dean. But, she also knew she had a job to do and could never get personally involved with one of her victims. But, no matter how hard this concept was, she was giving in to the notion that she would never attain such a level of complete happiness ever again after she leaves the Valley and Mr. Dean behind. But, I was not going to let that thought dematerialize this wonderful, blissful time I have left here. Finally, I was able to walk steadily enough (after the multiple orgasms finally subsided and I regained my breaths and the rubber dildos seemed to fit better inside of me) to walk over to the rubber-covered fridge-like box. I took a deep breath, and opened it wide. I gasped for air at my newest discovery. I found a multitude of restraints of all sizes and shapes; whips and paddles; and dildos, vibrators and phalluses of different materials, shapes and sizes. There were other objects i did not recognize right off the bat, though, which made me even more curioser and curioser. But curiosity was not going to kill this cat. By now, it was painfully obvious that my Mr. Dean was not the clean-cut, preppy, conservative rich boy he portrays...he has a dark side that is ultimately better than any man I've ever run across. Heck, I think he even loves leather, latex and rubber even MORE than I do (and that's going some). What a shame I have to leave in the morning after stealing some of his stuff so I can move onto my next gig in the next town. I rummaged through the fetish cabinet like a kitten plays with a playpen full of yarn. Suddenly, I was startled to hear something like a panting noise come from behind where I was standing. I couldn't move. "What if he's here and will hurt me for breaking into his home?", I thought. Okay, Cat, calm down, its okay...just my mind again...I hope! I bumped my hand onto a palm-sized, black rectangular box with a round hole on one side. It resembled the same hole or nozzle piece that's on my hood now. This intrigued me to no end. I put the box up with the little nozzle piece against my mouth and pushed gently. Surprisingly, the box encased itself neatly and firmly and easily onto the nozzle. What really surprised me was that now the little rubber ball began to expand. I began getting aroused and frightened all at the same time. The ball slowly began to swell, and I drastically tried to get the box off of it. But, the ball and the box were now wedged too tightly. The ball seemed to expand more and more and my cheeks began to hurt and my teeth tightened and my mouth now was opened extremely wide like in a dentist's office. Finally, with a loud PLOP, the box popped off when the rubber ball had swelled to its capacity. I now realize with this large phallus-like ball opening my mouth beyond what I thought I could take was a "blow-up" gag. I've heard of such a thing, but never experienced it. After about 10 minutes of sitting still in the middle of the floor, I tried to get the ball to deflate with no luck. The only way to get the gag removed would be to remove the hood off of my head. I reached around for that small button behind my collar and depress it. My heart skipped a beat as the button didn't budge and the collar refused to release me from its latex grip. Fear started swimming over me like laying in an ocean pool. Both warm, refreshing and consuming. Now, I realized that this suit was to be my cage, of sorts. "Wait", I wonder. I thought about the closures. They locked automatically, and would need a special key to open them again. But I could not figure out why I was trying to hard to get released from such a delicious bondage, when it's the one thing that I crave so badly? I frantically search the box for anything remotely looking like a key, but I was disappointed that I didn't find one..and also glad I hadn't. Fear itself flows through my veins like lava flows down a mountainside. It disturbs and disrups every emotion to where I am put beyond the point of fear...and now walking into the land of fantasy and exhilaration. If I truly wanted out of my latex cage, I would have to cut it out, but I couldn't find anything to do it with.
Chapter Five The Cat Is Trapped I walked 2 steps back and was shocked frozen into my steps. I could not move as I suddenly felt a buzzing or vibrating feeling coming from deep within my loins. "What the heck?", I muttered. It was almost painful as the buzzing and whirring increased. It was coming from inside those dildos inserted into me. My pussy and ass both started convulsing to the point where I was on my tippy-toes and kept prancing back from one foot to the other. I couldn't stop cumming. Then, suddenly the whirring stopped. The room began to spin wildly. I couldn't shake this feeling of overwhelming lust...pure and primordial. I spun around at a noise in the back of the room. I looked down at the floor and saw that one of the dildos was rolling across the floor. I watched it move from left to right. As I was distracted, the whirring feeling came back even more intensely. I felt like I was being electrocuted from the inside outwards. I couldn't stand much more. I felt a puddle gather within me. I had to pee, poop and cum all at the same time, as well as my whole body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure shot over me. I could not control it. The room spinning, my mouth expanding, my body contorting, my voice shrieking...then two massive strong hands grabbing my slender arms in a vicelike grip which hurt everywhere. My legs come out from under me, and I realize I have no idea where this force is coming from. All I know now is that I am face down on the padded floor. "Ssssssh, no one can hear your cries or pleas. Your begging will fall upon deaf ears. Your fate lies in my hands now, so I trust you will do the right thing and not force me to hurt you further", the bodiless voice commanded from the space behind my head. The phalluses once again electrically charged up into my abdomen from two different directions, and my body went limp. I did not recognize the voice as Mr. Dean's, although everything was disorienting and the hood was covering my ears. The one hand pulls my hair tight through the hood and actually hurts my scalp as my head is wrenched backwards off the ground. Near my ears I hear, "You are a lifeless being. I command you. I demand you. I will recreate you as I wish, and there is nothing you can do. You are my cat now", the voice grinned in my ear. I did not know whether to faint from fear, or actually succumb to this spine tingling shockwaves going through my body. "If it isn't Mr. Dean, then who could it be?", I wondered. I suddenly felt my head throb to the floor, and then both arms are severely forced behind my back. My arms have subtly, yet forcefully, been forced and laced into that single-glove I had discovered earlier. The buzzing in the dildos became louder resonating from my groin all the way into my brain. I almost swear now I could hear a voice coming from the buzzing sounds. My mind, usually very keen and sharp, was so disoriented and confused as it is being stimulated in so many varying degrees and in so many different directions at once. Before I could even think to begin to squirm, I found my body relenting to the strong and ever demanding handling of my body. My legs were suddenly closed together, and I felt a heavy metal ring or restraint being placed around both ankles. Suddenly, from nowhere, my ankles were brought forward towards my spine, and I could feel someone tying some sort of strap between the ankle restraints and then through the single-glove. Then, a broader leather strap (like those found on a barber's chair to sharpen the razors) was cinched around my thighs and my calves keeping my legs bound tightly like a mummy. I felt the same strong hands running some type of lace through my hair, braided with my hair and then the other end pulled tightly through the base of the glove. With one swift yank of that lace, my head was jerked backwards roughly towards my back. Before I knew it, I was bound tightly in leather, latex and rubber in a very strict hogtied position, with my very sore mouth expanded to gross degrees and firmly gagged all multiplied by the multiple cocks convulsing my body from my lower openings. Wave after wave of emotional, physical and sexual orgasms rocked my body, as I sensed the hands (and body) had disappeared. Laying there in such a violently vulnerable position never made me more afraid, nor more free and alive in my life. I felt myself slowly succumb to whatever fate was to be placed upon me by my captor. My mind is now a blank, and my body continued to rock back and forth to the buzzing and whirring sounds deep inside my pussy and ass. I lost count after 25 orgasms and came close to the point of passing out when the buzzing stopped and all the motion ceased. My body is now still from the orgasm-induced torture. My eyes are totally blurred from all the delirious happenings. I've even forgotten where I was, much less my own name. I feel someone move my body over on my right side. My eyes begin to make out a shadowy figure coming from out of the far corner of the room. The dark and menacing figure stands slowly in the middle of the room. All I can make out are his leather hip boots, and the bullwhip dangling from his half-hidden hands. In a dizzying voice, I hear, "Congratulations. You are now my captured little cat. You see, I have been watching you for the past month. I knew about your little cat burglar routine already. I'll bet you're wondering where you are right now, right? Well, I never knew that I would get such a curious volunteer to be my permanent sex slave so quickly. You are probably thinking who this could be. Well, Mr. Dean will be furious when he finds out you broke into his house like this. And, where you going to steal him blind? No, I did not think so. You see, I've been watching your movements for the past month, and actually broke into your home. How do you think your catsuit fits so snugly, and the variation of sizes of the dildos fit you so perfectly. I now have a feeling that you wish you had not broken into Mr. Dean's little secret hideaway. But then, "curiosity trapped the cat", so to speak." Oh well, too late for you and perfect timing for me. I just guess you will have to be privy to my finishing this dungeon a little sooner than I thought". I could not tell if I was dreaming or if I was awake. Well, the sudden sting of the bullwhip against my upraised breasts brought me into reality very rapidly. I actually felt tears coming out of my eyes involuntarily. I tried to struggle, but all I could manage was a few tremors and realized that fate had dealt his hand, and that I was like the cat trapped in the spider's web. "What's that sound I hear? Are you trying to scream? Are you angry at me for capturing you or at yourself for being captured? You are now my bound beauty, and you will not realize my true identity just yet. Oh no, I have several surprises for you. This room, I assure you, is completely soundproof. I have a very good feeling that no one will come looking for you anytime soon. Another thing, I think Mr. Dean will be glad to know you've gotten what you deserve for trusting you and then you breaking into his house while he was gone. What a pity....as I WAS BEGINNING TO REALLY LIKE YOU!" "Oh my God!", I exclaimed in my head, "It's Mr. Dean himself. But how? Why? When did he? So many questions running through my mind at one time". "I planned this whole night right down to being paged unexpectedly by my assistant, Mr. Chandler. You will meet him shortly, I'm sure. I sensed your interest in my house awhile back. So, I decided to give you the tour. Even show that there was no burglar alarms. I was hoping to trap you at your own game, and acquire my new slave at the same time. I must say, it was quite stimulating for me to watching you get undressed, put on your catsuit and go to such lengths to break into my house like you did. Good thing, you didn't discover that the front door was purposely left open, just in case, for you. So many questions you have. Well, I will try to put your mind at rest. I came back early knowing you'd jump at this chance. I've been watching you the whole time, first, through closed-circuit television and then through hidden peepholes in my new dungeon here. I love the idea of using fear and frustration as the ultimate sex toy. And with you, it worked perfectly, I must say. It was a great joy watching you discover my hideaway and all the goodies it contains. Many goodies you have not discovered yet, but you will soon experience them, I assure you." I gulped hard as I did not know how to respond. Granted, my body could not stop trying to writhe on the ground. But, with every tiny movement brought another wracking orgasm through my body. So I just laid still without fighting it. "Watching you acquire your new "skin" and finding all the closures was pure poetry in movement. You were like a study in erotic dance. I had the suit made specially for you, as well as all the other articles of clothing. It's a good thing I kept the remote control device with me, or I would not be able to use it so wonderfully." Suddenly, my body leaped off the ground with the serious electric charge that transformed my body into a puddle of cum on the floor. I couldn't take much more of this torture. I was afraid I'd faint or something, and then leave him to all his whiles. "You do have a very delicious body that I will soon have complete control over from now on. Since I already discovered your fetish for leather and latex in your own bedroom, and proof positive by how engorged your own pussy and ass were when you stripped off the suit before binding yourself up in my special suit, I have now decided I will keep you dressed like this most of the time. I will have custom-made dresses, pants, corsets, etc. ready for you to wear no matter where we are. You will also be tightly bound somehow at all times. What do you have to say about that, slave?", he directed. All I could do was twist my head slightly and submissively nod my yes in an affirmative motion. I was either too weak, too afraid or too turned on to move any other way. "You are speechless, even if you didn't have my ball gag in your mouth stretched so tightly. Without any response, I will take it that you agree to my terms. It is not like you have a choice, though. You did trespass and attempt to rob me. I have full legal right to do as I choose. Don't ever bother or worry about being rescued." Actually, I don't think I want to be rescued although he is taking me to places in my head that scare me to death. I hear his words, but its like I'm in a latex tomb. I feel trapped, bound, gagged but most of all, very very free. This is my fate and my destiny, and I must simply accept it. My body cannot stop trembling. I feel his hands fumbling around on my catsuit and feel him pull out something metal from a hidden space in my right shoulder area. I hear the sound of metal keys clanging together. "And to think you had the key to your freedom with you the whole time. What a pity. You are secured to your new fate. The deep and building fear that courses through your veins right now will eventually be overtaken by a willing happiness after you realize the rest of your life will be dedicated to me as a life in servitude, sexual slavery and bondage to be used as a fuck doll, object of trying out new torture devices or simply as something/someone to have around." I cannot hear, but I sense him walking away from me now. I can almost feel my body go into a comatose state as I hear, "Goodnight, my slave. I am off to my comfortable bed to dream up more things to do with you in the morning. However, I will ensure your continued lust will last forever. Throughout the night, I will insure your multiple orgasms while you drift off to a pleasant sleep." With saying that, Mr. Dean reached into a small crevice in the padding on the floor and pulled up on a small, hidden chain. He then attached Cat's D-ring (on her collar) to it. This kept her in place. He pulled out the small remote, turned the vibrators on max and dropped the remote right by Cat's face. He turned off the light and closed the door snugly leaving Cat in total darkness. "God, he isn't going to leave those thing on all night", I sobbed to myself. I cannot stop writhing. I am coming so much I cannot breathe. I must fight this, but I cannot. It is my fate and destiny. Once more, multiple waves of orgasmic pleasure wash over her into a blissful sleep. Her body, mind and soul firmly bound in a trap of her own greed and passion.
Chapter Six One Year Later One month ago, I was flung into the abyss that was to be my now-present destiny as Mr. Dean's eternal sex slave. My heart, mind, body and soul belong to Him. Today, he is applying another dose of that special salve of His that retards the growth of all my body hair. The hair on top of my head was braided with that single, leather lace, and a metal O-ring is permanently braided into the end of my darkened silky hair. I can feel the still-slight sting of His mark on my left shoulder...that of Master's initials, A-J-D. Today, I am held tightly in my room. Soon, I will be placed in my very rigid latex bodysuit. Some time ago, He placed me into a vat of hot wax and made a realistic mold of my body and all its crevasses, nooks and crannies. My new body suit was finished a few hours later. I was turned into a latex statue ever since. The original chastity belt I had found on that first, fateful night was snugly placed around my waist and up through my legs. A giant rubber air-inflated penis gag with the air tube holding my mouth firmly open is hurting my mouth as He finishes applying the salve. I can stand here and remember the day when I was put on display during Master's garage sale. My statuesque body was put on display outside the garage door. Kids fondled me thinking I was not real. God, I was so turned on by so many different people fondling me that day. I realize I will not be allowed to come out of it until He comes back from His trip in a few days. I have been in this particular latex punishment suit for three (3) days. I had disobeyed one of His orders, and hence, the suit. However, I will not be released from this particularly torturesome suit until He proscribes it to be so. My past is all but forgotten before I met Mr. Dean that night in the dungeon, and my individuality had been stripped away. I was now a complete and full latex slave for my Master. I had decided a long time ago, before my will gave away, that if I did not do the crime that night I would have passed up my destiny and my fate, it seems. I must now pay the price of trying to rob this man of mine. My biggest mistake was trying to steal from just one more victim. My biggest accomplishment was trying to steal from just one more victim. How was I to know that finally a man had appeared who could truly acquire the cat in the trap, and be so blissfully happy. This is the end, for now...or perhaps only another beginning....
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