I quietly slide in through the back door, listening keenly for any sounds coming from within the old, turn of the century house. I slowly close and re-latch the door, making sure it is locked soundly. I quietly tip-toe through the kitchen, tugging my gloves tight on my hands to enhance the sense of touch through them. I stop at the door to the hallway and listen again for any sounds.
I faintly hear a shower running from somewhere above me in the two-story house, so I quickly move down the hall to the beginning of the stairway. Listening intently for any change in the sound of the shower, I softly begin my ascent upwards.
About halfway up the stairs, one suddenly groans under my weight. I hear the water stop and a woman's voice yell out "Honey, is that you?" I freeze in my tracks, not wanting her to hear, ready to bolt if she comes out of the bedroom door. I wait for what seems like an eternity, sweat starting to roll down my brow fearing, to be caught.
Soon, I hear the old valves squeak and the water begin to splash against her body and the shower walls. I resume my climb, this time taking care to place my feet close to the outside of each step instead of the middle to avoid any further noises.
I make the head of the stairs and step across the landing to the middle door of three that are there. The door that I hear the water coming from. I try the doorknob, gripping and turning it to see if it is locked. Bingo! It turns easily in my grip. I open the door, again, listening to the flow of the water, again, ready to bolt if it suddenly stops.
I see the door across the room, I see steam emanating from the gap where it wasn't closed completely. I look around the room, it is the room of a married couple. Full of mostly feminine things, but interspersed with masculine articles as well.
I move across the room to the bath room door and I peer inside. I can see a female body through the steam and foggy glass door of the shower stall. She is exquisite according to her outlines, full breasts that are firm and generous, and beautiful curve gracing her hip, and long and lovely neck and a backside that is full of promise for a man like me.
I lean back beside the door, I am now in position, just a couple of feet from the bed, just outside the bath room door. I reach behind me and free the gag and four short lengths of silken rope that were all looped beneath my belt in back. I twist all but one length of rope around my right wrist, and grip the gag in one hand with the first length of rope tucked into the top part of my front pocket for quick and easy access. I take the loose end of the gag, and hold it tightly with my other hand, now poised and waiting for the shower to stop.
My wait isn't long, I hear those old valves twist and the door slide to one side of the stall. I soon hear you toweling your luscious body dry and I wait in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest, my palms sweating rivers, knowing that you'll soon walk through that door. Knowing that I'll soon have you under my control, helpless, powerless, and yielding to my every whim.
I listen as you move around the bath, doing the things a woman does to make her feel beautiful. Then, I hear you step near the door. My muscles tense, ready to spring, the door opens inward to the bath, and you step onto the carpet of the bedroom. I pounce, hard and fast, you didn't see me coming until it was too late. Your eyes widen in terror as a I, in a black mask and gloves leap behind you, wrapping the gag around your head and closing off the scream coming from your mouth. All that comes out is a muffled moan.
You fight me, but you're too small, too dainty, too feminine. I stand 6'2" and 210 lbs, and I work out everyday, so your no match for my strength and size. I quickly secure the gag, and grab you by the wrists, pulling them in front of you, tying them viciously and securely.
