My small community was very close knit and the traditional New Year’s Eve party being held at the Fletcher’s house had the entire street in attendance…..a perfect backdrop for a sneaky little thief to come in while nobody was around.
My own home was the furthest from the action and quite reasonably, our slinky criminal started there. Unfortunately, I’m notoriously bad at punctuality and lingered indoors longer than planned. As I was getting dressed, I heard the click of heels on the wooden floor below.
The fact that I liked darkness in my home clearly gave my visitor the impression that nobody was in residence and they became emboldened enough to head upstairs. By the time she saw me, it was too late. I had already grabbed the little bitch around the throat and was lifting her into my bedroom in a chokehold. She started to kick out and I almost caught her boot heels in the leg.
Fortunately I was used to capture and restraint, and before long, the oxygen levels were depleted enough and she sank to the ground. The glossy catsuit clung to her lithe frame and I would’ve have been lying if I didn’t help myself to a generous grope as I began to prepare her for the evening.
There’s a reason why I keep my house private and shrouded in darkness…..I have some interests that my friends might find challenging, although my neighbour, Ms Jensen has occasionally popped over to get to know me better, but even she doesn’t know the full story.
I dragged my guest into the spare room and began to grab the assorted bonds from the chest under the bed. The red leather armbinder, binding straps and the chinstrap harness ball gag. I followed that up with the heavy leather collar and to maximise discomfort, I roughly laced a corset under my petite captive’s surprisingly ample chest. She began to stir and I quickly propped her in a kneeling position on the bed, while the network of chains and hooks were already set up. The realisation of her predicament brought a cacophony of garbled screams and cries, but I was resolute and carried on the final connecting of the chains and the leash running from her collar to the frame at foot of the bed.
She grunted and squawked in discomfort as the armbinder pinned her shoulders back and the chain running from that was attached to the hook in the ceiling. Her eyes were red as the tears started to flow, her look of wretched misery was making me hard as I gripped her drool soaked chin. I told her that she would be the first guest of the new year, but as we had a few hours yet, I wanted her to relax and settle in. I ripped her suit at the crotch and inserted the vibe, using gaffer tape to stick it in place. She wasn’t especially neat down there, so I imagine any removal of the tape later would be quite painful.
She frantically shook her head as I powered the device on. Fresh batteries would give a decent few hours, particularly with the infrequent pulse settings. I used some more chain to fashion a crotch binding to hold everything firm and I blew my new toy a kiss. For a bit more fun, I grabbed her ponytail and ropes that to the fulcrum of the ceiling bonds. She wouldn’t need to worry about my absence, I wasn’t much of a party guy and as soon as the clock strikes midnight, I would probably start to make my goodbyes.
As for Ms Jensen? She was angling for a nightcap and maybe some new year’s cheer. I hadn’t decided if she was coming to me, or I would drop by her place. I’m sure if I told her about my guest……maybe that would lead to a very interesting way to see in 2026.
