My name is Carol, I rob houses. I am not your conventional break in while they are gone robber, I prefer to do it while they are there sleeping. The proverbial cat burglar, so to speak.
I had been keeping tabs on little Ms. Liana for about six months now. In watching her I noticed we shared one thing in common, we are both lesbians. In the six months I have watched her, four different women crossed her thresh-hold, not once a man.
I learned from the local papers that she inherited billions from a distant Uncle, she must have left an impression in his heart. She was not rich when this happened so I could only imagine the riches in that mansion. Give poor people money and they are lost at first, overwhelmed, prime for the taking. Buying things they really don’t need just because they have the money.
She wasn’t working but instead enjoying her newfound wealth. She was out at all hours of the night on the weekends, but time and time again, Monday she never went anywhere and the lights were always off by 11:00 PM. Obviously Monday was her day of recuperation, so here I sit, Monday night 9:30 PM.
As I sat there and waited for her lights to go out, I had to admit to myself that I was attracted to her. She was what I wanted in a woman in more ways than one, which I had found out by watching her. She was cute, and petite, just like I like them. She had shoulder length brown hair, and her eyes looked blue from the close up pictures I had taken. She was about 5’2, approximately 120 lbs. Looks alone could not reel me in, cute women who turn me on are in abundance everywhere. What really got me with her was watching her arrive home one night with a woman. My women are slaves; I am the Master that’s how it is and if they don’t like it they are quickly shown the door.
She arrived home that night around 2:00 AM and instead of pulling the car all the way up the driveway she parked just inside the gates. I watched her as she got out of the driver’s side and went around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. A very tall woman, about 5’9, stepped out. She had coal black hair, cut very short. She was impeccably dressed in a black pants suit. Liana on the other hand, and much to my surprise, was only wearing black thong bikinis, a black bra, black high heel shoes and a massive black collar around her neck. As the tall stranger got out of the car she attached a leash to Liana’s collar.
In the six months I had been watching her I had never seen her dressed like this. With my high powered binoculars and them being so close I had a view fit for a Queen, and I instantly felt the flood of my pussy juices.
The tall stranger pulled Liana down so hard by her leash that I thought she broke her neck for sure. She pulled her to the back of the car; Liana on her knees trying to keep up with tall strangers pace. I knew she was doing this to humiliate Liana, anyone could drive up, or come out of their house, and watch, just as I was doing now.
Tall stranger slapped Liana hard across the face, and I even flinched. I will slap that ass, that clit, and them nips with more then just my hand, but never do I slap my slaves across the face, ever.
She pulled Liana up by her leash, grabbed her hair and slammed her face down on the trunk of the car. Then she went to the car and brought back one of the biggest dildos I had ever seen. She slapped Liana’s ass with it so hard that even I heard it, and I heard Liana scream. Liana turned around and said something to her and tall stranger slapped her again across the face, only with the dildo this time. Liana jumped off the car and I had to hold myself back from interfering. They exchanged words that I couldn’t hear and tall stranger got in her car as Liana opened the gates for her.
I wanted to run to her and comfort her and tell her that I could be the Master she was looking for, but given my situation, I couldn’t do that. Instead, I watched her walk up her driveway, probably more humiliated than she had ever been in her life.
The lights stayed on a long time that night, I never saw tall stranger again, and I never saw Liana dressed like that again either.
Lost in my thoughts of that night two months ago the lights went out at 10:30 PM. I waited until 11:30 before I made my way over the fence into her yard. I bypassed the security system and entered her house.
I knew that if I cut the phone lines it would send a signal, and her “rent a cops” would show up “just to make sure” so I manually unplugged every phone line I could find. I crept up the stairs and did the same up there. Then I checked on the slave wanna be and found her sleeping sound. I was overcome with a feeling of wanting to take her right then and there and I had to back out of the room and go back downstairs.
I was getting frustrated looking downstairs, no silver, no priceless pieces of art, no damn safe concealed. I had underestimated this woman, she was frugal, a tightwad so to speak. I only hoped I would find a safe upstairs or in the basement, and if I was lucky, find something in it.
I was hungry so I decided to see what little miss tightwad had in the fridge. As I was bent into the fridge the overhead lights came on, I stood up and looked her right in the eyes. She was startled, I could tell by the look on her face, but she quickly bolted non-the less.
I ran after her only to find her hitting what I assumed was 911 on a phone that was unplugged. With me approaching her she placed the phone to her ear only to realize it was dead. I was on her by the time she gave a feeble attempt at hitting me with the phone. I grabbed her arms and spun her around slamming her face down into the couch. I handcuffed her wrists behind her back and placed my hand over her mouth as she started to scream. I pinned her to the couch.
“If you don’t shut up, I will hurt you, if you do shut up, I won’t, the choice is yours”
She nodded her head yes as if to say she would comply with my wishes. I released my hand and she started to scream, so again I placed my hand over her mouth and she bit me. I pulled my knife and placed it against her throat. She stopped screaming and I felt her body go limp with defeat. I could feel my pussy against her ass and I was getting wetter with each passing second. I whispered into her ear.