The following story, written for day 8 of Kinktober 2023, contains bondage, sexism and humiliation. Reader discretion is advised.
1. Amelia
The greatest jewel thief in the world - and also the cleverest, prettiest, and most modest - traces a neat circle in the window with her diamond cutter, pops out the glass, then throws it in the bushes. She reaches one slender arm through the gap and opens the window, before slipping through and dropping soundlessly to the floor of the bedroom like a cat.
The thief's name is Amelia, and even her enemies, of which she has many, would admit that she is a force to be reckoned with. Name a world-famous museum, an opulent art gallery, or the headquarters of a formidable multinational corporation, and the chances are that Amelia has been there, and robbed that. Guards cannot stop her; heavy locks and thick walls are no defence. Even the latest high-tech security systems are child's play for her to disarm.
By her standards, in fact, today's target is relatively simple: just your standard run-of-the-mill stately pile. But she has found that such places are surprisingly fruitful for the discerning burglar. Country squires love to complain of poverty, conveniently overlooking the vintage champagne in their cellars, the priceless paintings on their walls and (most pertinently to this story) the heirloom pearls in their wives' jewel boxes.
"Wh-who's there?"
Amelia freezes, eyes wide. The house was supposed to be empty!
"I saw you!" comes the voice again. "I saw you throw the glass."
Amelia's mind is whirling. She could run. She could fight. She could -
The door of the bedroom opens and a figure appears. A figure holding a gun. The light is flicked on, and Amelia is momentarily blinded.
"H-hands up!"
It's not like it's the first time Amelia has had a gun pointed at her. But this means she knows the danger is real, and the more nervous this person is, the more danger she is in.
"Don't shoot!" she cries, keeping her voice level, trying to reassure the man that she isn't a threat. If only she could see his face more clearly!
"I've got a g-gun!"
"I know, sir. I know. Please stop waving it around. I'm no threat to you."
"Don't m-move!"
"I won't, sir. I'm staying right here. I'm not trying to escape."
As her eyes grow accustomed to the light, Amelia gets a better look at the man. Tallish, fair hair, thin, nervous-looking... and far younger than she first thought. This is clearly not the owner of the house: he cannot be more than 18 or 19 at most. She allows herself a slight smile. A thief of her calibre has nothing to fear from a teenager. She just needs to be smart.
2. Danny
As Danny's eyes grow accustomed to the light, he gets a better look at the burglar - and is shocked to realise it's a woman, and a young and beautiful one at that. She's not much older than him; maybe 22? Long dark hair, big hazel eyes, a stunning figure... all wrapped up in a tight black sweater and a tiny black skirt. It doesn't seem very practical, he thinks to himself. More like one of those sexy Halloween versions of a burglar's outfit than the real thing. Not that he's complaining. Her little black mask is quite kinky, really.
Unsure what to do next, Danny tells the pretty burglar to sit on the bed. She obeys at once, evidently worried about his father's gun. She doesn't know I've never held this thing before in my life, he thinks. As far as she's concerned, I'm a dangerous man! Feeling a little more confident, he keeps the gun trained on the burglar while pulling out his phone with the other hand.
"No, wait!" she cries. "There's no need to call the police!"
"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not falling for your tricks. You're going to jail."
"No tricks, sir. I just don't see why the police need to be involved. I haven't taken anything - check for yourself! We don't need to make this official. We can work out our own solution." She smiles seductively.
"Why should I trust you, criminal?"
"I'd prefer you to call me Amelia. What should I call you?"
"I'm Danny," he says gruffly.
"Well, Danny, if you don't trust me, you can tie me up. I'll be your helpless prisoner! Would you like that?"
Danny pauses. And Amelia sees him pause.
"Why don't you tie my hands behind my back?" she asks in a voice of alluring innocence. "I won't be able to hurt you even if I want to."
He nods.
3. Amelia
The best solution, when dealing with men, always boils down to sex in some form. It's just a question of working out what kind. And while bondage isn't ideal from an "escaping from the scene of the crime" point of view, Amelia is pretty confident she'll be able to convince the kid to untie her when the time is right. She can be very persuasive.
But Danny doesn't yet look convinced.
"I don't think the ropes are tight enough," he says, sceptically.
Amelia is still sitting on the bed, an item of furniture which seems appropriate to the atmosphere she is trying to create. Her wrists are crossed behind her back and tied tightly together, which means she is essentially helpless to free herself or present any kind of threat to Danny. And she is trying to play up this helplessness by writhing sensually like a damsel in distress. Not that Danny is buying it.
"No. Look - you could just slip your hands out."
This isn't really true, given how carefully he cinched the ropes, but it's fair to say that her bondage could be more thorough.
"Of course I can't slip my hands out!" Amelia demonstrates with a few firm tugs at her bonds, which contain precisely zero slack. "Look, you can tie me tighter if you want to make sure, tie my elbows too if you like, just please don't call the police."
Danny produces another coil of rope - it hasn't escaped Amelia's notice that he has ready access to a suspiciously generous supply of binding materials - and goes to work. He pushes her elbows until they touch, then binds them tightly, ever so tightly together. Then for good measure he wraps more rope around her chest, creating a constricting harness around her breasts and pinning her arms to her back.
"Ouch! Maybe that's too tight."
"Maybe you'd prefer the police to use handcuffs instead?"
"Okay, okay." Amelia is finding the position both awkward and uncomfortable, back arched and breasts thrust forward. She tries to make the best of the situation, winking at her captor and pretending to enjoy the tight ropes. "Do your worst," she smiles.
4. Danny
Danny isn't feeling nervous any more. In fact, he can't believe his luck. A beautiful woman in a sexy outfit throws herself on his mercy, and positively encourages him to truss her up? Part of him is wondering if this is all a dream. But most of him is just thinking about fun ways to make his captive even more helpless.
"You look good in ropes, Amelia," he admits.
"I know." She squirms a little, letting him enjoy her constrained body, the way the tight sweater moves and stretches, the skirt riding up and giving him a glimpse of white panties.
"But you know I still don't trust you, right?"
"And quite right too! I'm a naughty girl. But what can I do? You've trussed me up like a Christmas turkey. I'm completely helpless."
"Come on, Amelia, we both know that's not true. You can't attack me, sure. I don't think you can untie yourself. But the second my back is turned you'll run out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house."
"With my arms bound behind my back? No way!"
"A resourceful thief like you? I'm sure you could manage it."
Danny smiles, and looks down at Amelia's legs.
5. Amelia
Amelia doesn't like the idea of losing her last vestige of freedom, but she can see Danny isn't going to let her off. Best to make it seem like it's her idea.
"Well, what about if you bind my legs to make sure?" She stretches out one long leg, letting him enjoy the curve of her calf, the flawless skin of her thigh. "Then I'll be yours completely!"
Amelia doesn't resist as Danny ropes up her legs at ankle, calf, knee and thigh, cinching each bond as tight as he can.
"Okay," he says. "
