Diane's house was a breathtaking sight from any angle. It wasn't a mansion by size, but careful planning and the castle-like appearance made the place look considerably larger than it really was. While her parents toured Europe each summer Diane was left to her own entertainment. Luckily for me, her idea of a fun time included a very specific role-play. The high brick walls surrounding her yard broke only for a wrought-iron gate, which I'd never actually seen closed. After parking my car in the long driveway I grabbed a large bag of "supplies and padded as quietly as possible through the front door. Diane knew I was coming; she'd never be caught unprepared.
Sure enough, a hiss of air broke the silence in the huge house as soon as I'd entered. A small, red splotch appeared on the wall next to my groin and I heard Diane giggle from somewhere above. Part of our agreement was that Diane's first shot against the "intruder" didn't count. After that, however, my fee went down by ten percent each time one of the painful little paintballs hit me. As much as I enjoy my time with Diane, a dom has to make a living somehow!
I dropped my bag by the door and sprinted for the back of the house before the girl could get another shot off. There was another staircase off the kitchen, but soft footsteps from above gave Diane away. If I came up the kitchen stairs I'd get pegged for sure, which meant a hell of a sting in addition to lost income. Instead, I slipped quietly out the sliding glass door and looked up one of the second floor balconies. The patio furniture gave me plenty of height to leap for the balcony base. From there I pulled myself hand over hand up the iron railings.
The door to the bedroom was open, of course.
It was almost disappointing to see how easily I could take her. Diane had dragged a couch out of the upstairs rec room and was kneeling behind it, arms extending over the back while her long, blonde hair swung loosely past her waist. She was dressed in a bright red bikini and the sight of her barely-covered ass gave me a great idea. Sneaking up silently, I slid my belt out of its loops and flicked the end out to pop her on the rear.
Diane yelped in surprise and jumped, dropping her gun in the process. I laughed and grabbed the girl before she could run; experience had taught me that Diane was pretty damn good at this game. Bending her over the couch, I reached down to pick up the paint gun. I almost got a faceful of skull for my efforts, as Diane rammed her head back toward mine. Swearing at my own clumsiness, I pushed the girl down harder over the back of the couch.
"Want to play rough, hm?" I asked, putting my weight directly on the small of her back.
"Get out of my house!" Diane screamed, and if she hadn't hired me herself I would have sworn she meant it. There had to be some way to stop her from squirming.
"Hey, I've got an idea!" Another thing I'd learned early on was that talking out loud was a good way to keep the girl distracted. Left to her own thoughts Diane would undoubtedly think of some way to make my job painful for the wrong person.
"My parents are coming home, and my--ouch!" The threat cut off sharply when I tugged at her hair and tied it quickly to the bannister alongside the stair. Avoiding her kicks, I stipped off the flimsy bikini bottoms. This done, I grabbed the gas-powered pistol and backed away. Diane reached immediately for the knot in her long tresses.
"Let's see how many shots are left in here!" I called cheerfully. Taking careful aim, I plugged one small ball of paint directly onto the beautiful tanned globe on the left side of Diane's ass.
That paint must have stung because Diane nearly leaped straight over the couch. "How many is that?" I asked.
Diane's hands had left her hair and were clapped to her backside. I fired again, nailing a wrist and encouraging the girl to not try and protect herself.
"I can't hear you! How many?"
"Two!"
Grinning, I sent two more stinging pellets at her thighs.
"Two, what?"
"Two, sir!" she screamed, alternating between rubbing at the wounded spots and protecting her hands from the line of fire.
"Two? I was counting, and that was definitely four! Maybe you need some more practice with your math?" I unloaded three more in quick succession. This was starting to get fun!
"Five, six, seven, sir!" she cried, adding an "eight" as a bright splatter appeared on the back of her calf.
"Damn," I said. "Looks like I'm out of bullets." I waited until the muscles in the girl's back and butt had relaxed, then sent the final shot winging at her.
"Just kidding!" I called as she jerked upright, halting suddenly when her hair went taut. I tossed the empty weapon into the bedroom.
My captive's ass and thighs were covered with red dye when I untied her hair from the bannister. She pouted, beautiful lips downcast beneath her pert nose. I ignored the act, fully aware that that alluring face hid a conniving mind. Tugging at her hands, I reached into a back pocket and produced a set of handcuffs. When Diane's wrists were safely linked I marched the girl downstairs.
"They key's in my pocket," I told her. "So don't even waste time thinking about getting out." At that moment, a shrill ring pierced through the house.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Diane.
"What?" I asked.
"What time is it?"
"Three thirty," I said, suspicious. The phone rang again.
"I've got to get that! My parents said they were going to
