The Cat Burglar

Author: spartan
Title: The Cat Burglar
Date: 30 June 2013

“You’re going to get fat if you keep eating that stuff”, said Greg as Mike was joining them at lunch time. Mike had a couple of rich desserts on his tray, besides his regular lunch.

“I’m planning to spend the entire weekend in rubber in self-bondage, so I expect to take off any recently gained weight.”

The four of them worked at the same company, and Mike had recently found that his love for bondage was shared by the other three. Greg was the only one of the other three that Mike worked with, and Mike found out about their little bondage group when he sat down one lunch time to talk with Greg during a bondage discussion they were having. So Mike now joined the other three in the company cafeteria for lunch every day to discuss their common bondage interests, taking a table over in the corner so they wouldn’t be overheard. Mike was always later arriving than the others.

“If you’re going to be spending the two days in bondage, how are you going to get your liquids and food, and get rid of your eliminations?” asked Rick.

“I won’t be. I don’t eat anything for a day and a half before, as well as during that time. This is my last meal before I start. I drink liquids before, but not while bound. I’ve done this before. So I won’t be joining you guys here tomorrow. I’ll give myself a few enemas before getting started to make sure everything is cleaned out beforehand. And I’ll just piss into the rubber sleep sack.”

“Going without food or liquid for two days has got to be pretty hard on your body” said Greg.

“It’s just a case of making sure everything is in good working order, and taking good care of your body afterwards. As I say, I’ve done it before, and I’ve not had any bad after effects.”

“What all have you got planned?” ventured Jake.

Mike was enjoying the attention. “I’ll put on my chastity. I’ve got a nice long butt plug I’ll insert. I’ll strap on my ball gag and wrap duct tape several times tightly around my head over that. I’ll lay out my neck entry rubber sleep sack, get into that and pull it up to my chest, keeping my arms outside. Then I’ll put on my rubber hood, nose holes only, padlocking the strap after I’ve got all the strings pulled tight and the strap buckled. I’ll put the metal bar behind my back which has the leather neck strap attached at one end and the wrist straps attached at the other end. After I’ve put the neck strap on tight, I’ll padlock that. And last I’ll put the leather straps around my wrists over the prongs, and padlock those. All the keys I’ll have in a tray near my hands, with an alarm set for 48 hours later. When the alarm goes off, I’ll maneuver my cuffed hands over to the tray, get the keys and get out. In the meantime, I’ll be off in my bondage world, forgetting about work. I’m getting horny now, thinking about it.”

“Wow. That sounds amazing” said Jake.

“Did you ever get the dead bolt put on your door?” asked Greg.

“Haven’t gotten that done yet. Why do you ask?”

“Because of that cat burglar that’s been going around your neighborhood. You sure don’t want him to come by when you’re trussed up in bondage.”

“He wouldn’t be coming into my house. I don’t have anything he’d want to take, and I don’t keep up the outside very well. Those guys only go after the well kept up places that have stuff worth taking. Also they don’t like to go into a place that is inhabited. With my car parked outside, I’ll obviously be home.”

“All the same, I’d suggest you make sure your place is locked and well secured before you start your session.”

“So what have you guys got planned for the weekend?”

Each of the others talked about their plans, none of which involved any bondage. Mike was thinking that the other guys were envying him his plans. He was looking forward to lording it over them after the weekend was over and they were back to work. He couldn’t resist starting in now, adopting his most condescending, arrogant tone when he said “too bad you guys aren’t into anything as intense as I’m going to be doing. I just wish I could do something even more intense. I’m sure you’d all like to be me, experiencing what I’ll be doing, but are too wimpy to do so. You will be so envious on Monday when I tell you about it. I’m so looking forward to that.”

The others weren’t pleased to hear Mike’s low opinion of their bondage desires, but before they could reply, it was time to go back to work.

*****

When the weekend came, Mike had prepared himself as he had described, had set out his gear, checked the house to make sure it was secure as Greg had recommended, set the alarm to go off in 48 hours, carefully placed the keys, and carefully got into everything as he had told the guys he was going to do. Soon he was off in his own special world, forgetting his cares and concerns, dreaming about being kept captive by someone else. There was only so much he could do on his own, and while he was pleased with what he had put himself into, he was always wanting something more restrictive. Maybe after he got to know the guys at work better, knowing what they were into, he could join their little bondage group. It took him a few hours to drop off to sleep, but eventually he was off in la-la land.

He woke up to the sound of a couple of guys talking next to him. He heard one guy say, “Take a look at this guy. Did someone else get here before us and truss him up?”

“Nah. Look at da keys neahby. Dis guy did it to his self. He’s into bondage.” The voice was very nasally with a pronounced Brooklyn accent, not one Mike recognized. Nor did he recognize the other voice.

“He wants to be trussed up? Ain’t never heard of that.”

“Sure. I used to do it to guys who wanted it when I was back in da city. Brings back mem-ries. In fact, I tink I’d like to help dis guy get more a what he wants.” With that, he picked up the keys and put them in his pocket.

Mike heard the sound of his keys being removed from the tray, and realized that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of his bondage without those keys. A chill went up his spine, and he started sweating and thrashing. He was berating himself for not being faster at getting the keys to get himself out of his bondage, but then realized that there wouldn’t have been enough time.

“What you want to put those keys in your pocket for? We already got his key to the front door from his pants. Now he won’t ever be able to get out of what he’s in.”

“I wanna have some fun wit dis guy. You go case dis place, see what you can find dat’s wohth takin. I’ll see whad I can do to sec-yuh him bettah.”

“Something doesn’t make sense. He could have gotten out of this at any time by just reaching for the keys. If he wanted to stay this way, how was he going to know when to do that?”

“Dere’s probly an alahm clock neahby. Ah. Dere it is (as he focused his flashlight on a clock). It says 41 ½ ow-uhs left. Dat’s plenny a time for me to come back and have some fun wit him.

Mike was getting more and more scared and apprehensive about what was going to happen to him. This was apparently the cat burglar that Greg had mentioned. But it sounded like this one guy wasn’t just going to leave him after they took what they wanted of his possessions.

Mike heard sounds of drawers opening in his bedroom. He heard some rummaging around in the drawer that contained his bondage toys. Soon he heard the guy come over to him again. He felt him checking out the leather straps around his hands. He felt him put a leather belt around his arms a couple of times above his elbows, and pull it tight, bringing his elbows close together. Then he felt him inserting a key into the padlock at his right wrist, opening the padlock and the strap. Mike tried to move his wrist, but the guy held his wrist fast and pulled the leather strap tighter around his wrist, pulling it as tight as it would go before padlocking it again. He did the same with the other wrist strap. Mike had wanted to do this, but was only able to pull the straps tight enough so he couldn’t get his wrists out without undoing the padlock. Now they were well and truly tight around his wrists.

Then the guy undid the plug that locked the bar into the specified length. Mike wasn’t able to pull the bar down as far as it would go because he couldn’t get the leather straps around his wrists when he did so. But the guy was able to pull the bar down as far as it would go. That put some extra strain on his arms, since they were now stretched out to the max. Mike had always wanted to do this, and now he was experiencing it. Then the guy tightened the leather strap around Mike’s elbows, bringing them together, touching. That put extra strain on his arms, as well as his shoulders.

The guy pulled down Mike’s rubber sleep sack to below his extended wrists. He looked at Mike’s penis, noticing the chastity. He felt it to make sure it was on properly. Then he looked at Mike’s butt plug, pushing it to see if it was in as far as it could go, which it was. He uttered one word, “Nice.”

Then the guy started massaging Mike’s tits. Mike knew he didn’t have any tit clamps in his drawer, nor did he have any clothes pins, not wanting to have anything put on his sensitive tits, so he didn’t expect anything to be put on them. The guy started pulling, twisting and pinching his tits. With the sudden pain, Mike involuntarily yelled into his gag, which came out as a muffled “mmpphh”. The guy just said, “Good. Gagged.”, and quit playing with Mike’s tits. He said, “Can’t find any tit clamps. No problem. Got some at home which I’ll bring tomorra. Somethin foh ya to look fohwahd to.”

Then the guy pulled the rubber sleep sack up over Mike’s extended arms to his neck and turned Mike over onto his back. Since Mike had no way to pull the tight sleep sack back down with his wrists locked inside, he was now at the mercy of someone else getting him out, assuming that keys were available to undo the padlocks. Mike was at the cat burglar’s mercy.

“See you tomorra. I hope you like lotsa pain” said the guy as he walked out of the room. Mike heard some conversation in the other room, then heard the two guys leave out the front door.

Mike was left to ponder his situation, and what lay ahead for him. He was certainly sweating off the extra pounds he’d recently put on.

*****

Mike was awake when he heard some fumbling at the front door, which eventually opened. Mike had been enjoying the stricter bondage the guy had put him in, but was apprehensive about what lay ahead for him. Soon the guy was back in his bedroom.

“Dat’s a nice hood ya got on. Guess ya like to restrict ya breathin. I can restrict it fuhtheh.” The guy put his fingers on Mike’s nose holes, closing them off. Mike tried saying “No”, but the gag prevented any sound other than muffled ones. Mike tried shaking his head back and forth, but the guy’s hand on his nose prevented much movement. After a minute, Mike started running out of air, and started thrashing around. When that happened, the guy removed his fingers from Mike’s nose and chuckled.

“Used ta have guys ovuh to be bound and gagged. Liked to play wit dem like dat. I had fun. But none of dem evuh came back again. Guess da wohd got around. Soon no one wanted to play wit me. Dis time I’m gonna have fun, cause you ain’t goin nowheh. Guess da first ting ta do is to add some straps.”

The guy got some leather straps from Mike’s toy drawer and proceeded to strap them tightly around Mike’s ankles, legs above the knee and stomach (and extended arms) outside the rubber sleep sack.

“Now I can put ya in a hog tie.” The guy turned Mike over onto his stomach, helped him up to be resting on his legs, and connected the strap around his ankles with the one around his stomach, using another leather strap. The guy pulled it as tight as he could, which put a strain on Mike’s knees. Mike was now resting on his knees, bent back, still inside the rubber sleep sack, but in an external hog tie. The guy had to hold Mike upright.

“Loved to put tit clamps on guys. I brought dese wit me. Dere called alligatuh clamps. I know ya gonna like havin dem on ya nips.”

Mike had heard about these very severe clamps, and moaned into his gag, which elicited a chuckle from the guy. “Sounds like ya lookin fohwuhd ta dis.”

The guy lowered the rubber sleep sack to just below Mike’s chest. He massaged one of Mike’s tits, then put on one of the tit clamps. Mike yelled into his gag when it was placed, and kept yelling for a while as the pain became more noticeable with the guy twisting the clamp. The guy chuckled when he heard this.

“Good. Glad to heah ya enjoyin my alligatuh clamps. Tink I’ll just sit back and enjoy while ya get used to it.”

Finally Mike started adjusting to being in severe pain and he quit yelling. So the guy repeated the process on the other tit, with the same result from Mike.

After Mike finally quit yelling and was living with the pain, the guy lifted up the lowered top of the rubber sleep sack and carefully pulled it back up over the tit clamps and up to Mike’s neck. The added pressure of the tight sack over the tit clamps brought more waves of pain, and started Mike off again. The guy again sat back and listened, though still supporting Mike in his upright position, enjoying Mike’s discomfort.

When at last Mike settled down from this, the guy re-positioned Mike down onto his stomach in the more normal position for someone to be in when they’re in a hog tie. Unfortunately for Mike, this meant resting on the tit clamps, and this brought renewed waves of pain, starting Mike off again. The guy continued enjoying the sound Mike was making.

When Mike finally quieted down from this, the guy got a leather strap from Mike’s toy drawer and brought it over. “Tink it’s time to try a few whacks wit dis nice leathuh strap ya got. Can’t do it to da front or da back cause a ya hog tie. So I’ll try da bottoms of ya feet. Tink dat’s a good place to whack? I tink so.”

Mike hadn’t had anyone whack him before on any part of his body, but he thought that the bottoms of his feet would not be a good place to have it done. But his opinion didn’t matter. The guy was in charge, and whatever he wanted to do was what was going to happen.

Whap! Mike let out a yell from the sting of the strap on the bottoms of his feet. The thin rubber sleep sack didn’t seem to provide any protection. Whap! Another yell. It took a little while for the full impact of the beating to reach his brain from his feet, and he started really noticing the pain. He tried shifting position, but that just renewed the pain in his tits. Whap! Tears were coming to Mike’s eyes. He’d not experienced so much pain in his life. Whap! It felt like welts were forming on the bottoms of his feet. He wondered how well he’d be able to walk. Whap! Mike was sobbing by now.

“Whad a wimp. Just five whacks, and ya already cryin. Guess I’d bettuh hold off foh a while. I need to go get some food. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to give ya some moh. Bye foh now.” Having said that, the guy left Mike, who was still sobbing.

*****

Mike had a little time to think about his situation. He’d always wanted to be put in more restrictive bondage, and he was now getting his wish. But he hadn’t counted on being put into this by such a sadistic guy, and was regretting his position, now that he was experiencing so much pain. He didn’t mind experiencing a little pain, but this was too much. Any time he tried to shift positions, his tits would start hurting a lot more, so he had to force himself to remain like he was. Some of his muscles were starting to get stiff and sore.

After about an hour and a half he heard the guy come back into the room. The first thing Mike felt was fingers again being placed over his nose. He waited, and soon he started running out of air. He started thrashing around again, but this brought a fresh wave of pain back into his tits, which made Mike start to yell again. The guy removed his fingers from Mike’s nose, chuckling as he did so.

“Dose tits must be gettin a little soh by now. Guess I’d betta massage dem a bit.” Having said that, the guy brought Mike back up to resting on his knees again, and started massaging around Mike’s tits, which brought renewed pain to Mike. He started fidgeting, and that brought even more pain. The guy pulled up the chain connecting the alligator clamps to attach to the collar part of his hood strap, pulling the chain tight. Then he pulled Mike’s head back, which pulled the alligator clamps up, which brought another wave of pain to Mike.

The guy repositioned Mike back onto his stomach again. Mike had to bring his head forward to be able to breathe through his nose holes in addition to resting his chest on his painful tits. They were hurting big time, now. There was no comfortable position Mike could get in without his tits hurting a lot. And, of course, his penis was always trying to get hard from this abuse, but couldn’t due to being in chastity.

This time the guy decided to start whacking Mike’s butt. He removed the belt putting Mike into the hog tie so he could get a clear target. Whack! The hit pushed the butt plug in to touch Mike’s prostate, which caused his penis to try to get erect. It also pushed Mike a little, which meant his tits got rubbed some more by the painful clips. Whack! It only took two whacks to get Mike to start pleading into his gag to stop. But the guy obviously was having fun and wasn’t about to stop. Whack! Mike was already yelling into his gag from the pain, and the tears were already starting to fall from his eyes. Whack! Mike didn’t know how much more of this he could take, and if he could even maintain consciousness. He had gotten very little sleep that night, being worried about what lay ahead. But he hadn’t imagined how painful things could get. Whack!

“Whad a wimp! Bawlin like a baby from just a few little taps.”

The guy waited for Mike to stop crying, then put his fingers over Mike’s nose again. Mike was getting tired of this, and when he started running out of air again, he again started thrashing, again started yelling into his gag from the pain resulting from his tits, and the guy released his fingers from Mike’s nose, chuckling as he did. “Dis is fun!” Mike didn’t think so.

This continued for the afternoon. The exertions were causing Mike to get very tired, being already weak from lack of food and liquid. The guy noticed this, and decided he was going to have to stop his fun. He thought about it, and left the room to go to the kitchen to fill a cup with water, and brought it into the bedroom with a straw in it.

“Not good foh ya ta go widout wattuh dis long. I’m gonna undo ya hood, uncovuh ya mouth, and have ya drink some outta dis straw. Don’t botha talkin. I’ll just ignore whatevuh ya say.”

The guy got out the keys from his pocket, figured out which would unlock the padlock for the hood, unlocked it, put the keys back into his pocket, unhooked the tit clips from the hood strap, undid the hood strap and laces, lifted the hood up to uncover Mike’s mouth, and removed the duct tape from around Mike’s mouth. The rubber ball gag was still in Mike’s mouth. The guy pushed the straw past the side of the ball and told Mike to drink. Mike sucked on the straw, bringing water into his mouth. He wanted to tell the guy a lot, but couldn’t because the ball gag was preventing it.

After Mike had gotten his fill, the guy tightly wrapped more duct tape back around Mike’s head, lowered the hood back down, drew the strings of the hood tightly, and strapped the neck part of the hood on, padlocking it. He had pulled the strings tighter than Mike had done, and strapped the neck strap one notch tighter than Mike had done. The guy reattached the alligator clamp chain to the clip at the front of the hood strap.

Mike had been resting on his legs when this was done, the alligator clamps still on his tits. The guy strapped Mike back into the hog tie. He lowered Mike back down onto his stomach again, and told him he was leaving for the day, but would be back tomorrow to continue having fun. Mike figured he still had about a day before the alarm went off. It sounded like the guy was going to just be there for one more day of this. Bad as the day had been, at least it sounded like there was going to be an end to this nightmare. Now he was going to have to settle down and try to get some sleep, trussed up in a hog tie like he was, and with his tits hurting like crazy, particularly every time he shifted position. He knew that when he slept, he changed positions a lot, so he expected to be waking up a lot. He was sloshing around in water inside his rubber sleep sack. At least he was losing some of that excess weight he’d wanted to take off.

*****

The next morning, Mike heard the door open again and someone walk in.

“How ya doin, buddy? It’s fun time again. Let’s see how dose tits are doin.”
Mike’s sleep sack was pulled down and he was pulled over to his side.

“Ooh, dey’s lookin pretty red. Betta take off da clamps for a while and give em a rest befoh I put da clamps back on ya nips.”

When one of the alligator clamps was removed from Mike’s tit, he let out a scream into his gag as the blood was rushing back into it. The guy waited until Mike calmed down before he removed the other, with the same result.

“Sounds like ya noticed dat. I’d bettuh massage dem a bit.”

As the guy started massaging Mike’s severely sore tits, Mike started yelling more into his gag.

“Dat’s a sweet sound. Ya got good lungs.”

Mike was in misery. He could only imagine what it was going to be like with those alligator clamps back on his sensitive nipples.

“Let’s see whad else I can do to make ya bondage moh enjoyable foh ya. Trouble is I can only stay a little while today. Gotta see ouh fence. No thanks to ya. Ya had nothin wohth takin.”

Mike heard the guy open his drawer containing his gear and heard him fumbling around.

“Damn. Can’t find anythin wohth addin. Ya need ta get some moh geah. Ya bin quiet foh a while. Guess I’d betta see ta dose nips befoh leavin.”

Mike started cringing when he heard that. He was still on his side when the guy walked up. Mike could hear the guy testing the alligator clamp. Then he felt it put on his left nipple. It took an instant for the pain to reach his brain, and he let out a scream into the gag.

“Good. Ya can feel it. Now foh da othuh.”

Before the pain from the first one could be dealt with, here came another one. Mike kept screaming.

“I gotta go. I’ll pull up dis sleep sack and put ya back onto ya stomach in dat hog tie. Sorry I can’t give ya some moh to make things intrestin, but I gotta go. I may be back latuh. Haven’t decided yet. Don’t tink ya goin anywheh.”

Mike heard the guy walk out, and heard the front door close. He was in intense pain. Worse, he didn’t know if he would be getting out of this. If not, he figured that when he was missed at work on Monday that someone would come looking for him. At least he hoped so.

The rest of that day passed slowly. Mike normally would relax and enjoy his bondage, but this was different. He was worried and in pain. No one came by in the afternoon. Finally his alarm went off. His time was up, but he couldn’t get out of his bondage to turn it off. Plus there were no keys for him to get out of his locked on gear, even if he could get out of his rubber sleep sack. Mike was stuck.

Then he felt the presence of a guy near him. The alarm noise had drowned out the sounds of his entrance. He felt someone pull down his sleep sack. He felt him pull the pole up the amount that it had been dropped. He felt the leather strap being removed from above his elbows. He heard the alarm being turned off. He heard the sound of keys being dropped in the tray. Then he heard the sound of a person leaving. Mike was back to the position he’d started in, except for the alligator clamps on his nipples and the leather straps around his wrists being tighter, which didn’t affect his hands.

Mike was able to roll over to where he had left the tray, got his hands on the keys, and started testing the keys, finally finding the right one to start unlocking the padlocks on his wrists. After he got his hands freed, the rest was easy, except for removing the alligator clamps from his nipples. He had to steel his nerves to be able to do that. He intentionally left his gag in, since he didn’t want to alarm any neighbors who might be home. Finally Mike was out of everything, and he got cleaned up. He ate, got some energy back, took a long hot shower, and started cleaning his sleep sack and putting away the gear. He turned in early, and got a good, long night’s sleep.

*****

At lunch the next day, when Mike hobbled up on his painful feet to join the others, he noticed that they had been discussing something amusing, since they all had big smiles on their faces. After he sat down, Jake asked,
“So how was your big weekend of self-bondage?”

Mike replied, “Terrible. That cat burglar came by and intensified my session. So it was quite intense, not the normal enjoyable time I had expected.”

“You told us last week that you were hoping you could have a more intense bondage session. Sounds like you finally got what you wanted.”

At this point, Greg put his fingers over his nose and said in a nasal twang,
“Ya stahted cryin aftuh a few little taps. Whad a wimp.”

At the sound of that nasally voice, a chill went up Mike’s spine. He started realizing what had happened, that there was no cat burglar, that it was Greg. He started getting red in the face. He finally screamed at Greg, “YOU ASSHOLE! YOU BASTARD!”

At this point, the other three started laughing hysterically. They kept on laughing and laughing. Mike realized that the amusing thing that they had been discussing before he sat down was Greg telling them what he had done. Mike realized he’d been the butt of Greg’s joke. Gradually his anger at Greg subsided as he realized that it was a pretty funny event from their perspective, though they didn’t have to live through it.

Finally, when the laughing subsided, Greg said,
“You were so condescending about it to us last week that I decided to teach you a lesson.”

“Who was that other guy that was with you?”

“Just a friend you don’t know. I’d told him how to act.”

“How did you get in?”

“Remember when you were gone on that two week business trip and needed someone to water your plants while you were away? You gave me a spare key, which I used.”

“I’d forgotten about that. I would have enjoyed the bondage session if I hadn’t been so concerned about what was going to happen to me. But those alligator clamps were way too painful, as was the beating of my feet. They still hurt.”

“Those alligator clamps were all I had for your tits, and since you didn’t have anything else, that was all I could use. If you had something reasonable I would have used those. And the feet were all I could find to beat when you were in the hog tie.”

“Maybe next time, if you want to do that again, I could get some clothes pins for you to use on my tits. But you’ll have to lay off my feet.”

“Okay with me if you’re up to it. I enjoyed it. Did you like the breath control?”

“If I hadn’t had those alligator clamps on, I would have. I am into breath control. Are you just a top, then?”

“I’m a switch. I can go either way. And I must say, I have to admire you for putting up with all that for the whole weekend. Want to try something next weekend? We can try for something more conventional. I’m normally not that intense, but I kept thinking about your attitude toward us last week, and wanted to teach you a little humility. We could do it without you being in chastity and have a little fun that way. But we’ll have to let each other know what in particular gets us erect. And I need to get my alligator clamps back.”

Then Greg turned to the others. “Would either of you two like to join us?”

They both said they would like to, but they couldn’t, having other commitments.

So Mike got what he wanted, as he and Greg began a meaningful bondage relationship, despite its rather bizarre beginning.