CHRISTMAS 2003

"See you in a few hours," I smiled to Pauline, waving as she drove away.

Visiting friends and relatives over the Christmas period had been a very tiring experience, and I was very happy to be home at last. Pauline had a few errands to run, so she had dropped me home early to make the house comfortable. But I had something else in mind - two weeks without bondage had left me with an itch that could only be scratched with help from my toy collection...

After turning the heating on, checking that the pipes hadn't burst and making sure that there were no signs of burglars, I treated myself to a long candlelit soak in the bath. Drying myself off, I wandered naked into the bedroom and selected some items of clothing from the wardrobe - I was in the mood for leather, so found myself a leather peephole bra, a pair of leather hotpants, a pair of leather elbow-length gloves and a pair of leather thigh-length stiletto-heeled boots. The boots were Pauline's pride and joy - I suspected it was because I'd never been able to walk in them, due to the sheer height of the heels. But, tonight, I wasn't planning on walking anywhere in them - crawling, maybe, but not walking. I took a moment to enjoy the fresh smell of the leather - I had missed it over the Christmas period. I also found a very sexy fishnet bodystocking to wear.

First on was the bodystocking - I took a few minutes to admire my body in the mirror, loving the way the enchanting way the fishnet pattern was deformed by my curves. The leather hotpants were next, and involved a fair amount of jumping and tugging. They were closely followed by the leather peephole bra, which provided plenty of support (producing a delicious construction of cleavage) and nicely framed my fishnet-covered nipples.

Next, I fetched my toybox and retrieved a pair of handcuffs (with key), three lengths of rope, a ballgag and those dreaded clover clamps... I took the items downstairs, along with Pauline's boots. The lights were off, but I didn't turn them on - I wanted a slight air of menace and excitement (since I've always been scared of the dark). I placed the key in the kitchen (at one end of the house) and sat myself in the middle of the living room floor (at the other end of the house). The plan was to have a struggle for the length of the house, and hopefully get slightly more tolerant of the clover clamps...

I donned the boots, pulling them up my long fishnet legs - I didn't try standing in them, I stayed seated on the floor. Sitting on my heels, I tied the first length of rope in a cinch knot between my right ankle and thigh. I laid on my tummy, stretching my thigh out behind me with the high heel against my bum, to check that I hadn't tied the knot too tight. I then repeated the same knot on my left leg, putting myself into a not-uncomfortable frogtie, and checked the knot in the same way as before. I then grabbed the last length of rope and tied a knot in the middle around the handcuff chain. I put the handcuffs behind my back and pulled the loose ends of the rope under my shoulders and tied them off behind my neck. A few minor adjustments later, and I had a pair of handcuffs hanging down my back at just the right height...

I picked up the ballgag and pulled it into my mouth, buckling it tight behind my head. The familiar taste was welcome in my mouth, and I wondered how I'd managed two weeks without it. Next, I picked up the clover clamps (which were attached by a short chain) and looked at them. Two weeks without them had been a welcome break... A quick flick of my nipples was all that was required to get the required hardness (I can be a horny little minx sometimes) and the ballgag did a great job of muffling the foul language that tried to escape my lips when I attached the evil clamps...

Still swearing, I quickly reached up behind my back and felt for the handcuffs. I closed them tight around my wrists, relishing the sensation of cold metal against my skin. Immediately, I was overcome with a desire to remove the clamps, so I struggled on the spot, trying to pull at the cuffs and the ropes, to reach around my breasts... but the bondage was too good, I wasn't getting out without the key. And the key was at the other end of the house. It was time to get moving.

Progress was slow with my frogtied legs, but faster than similar journeys I've attempted while hogtied. Still, in those previous journeys, I hadn't been wearing clover clamps, so the journeys hadn't had the air of urgency that this one did. Even though, I found that the speed of my progress soon had the clamp chain swinging between my breasts, and the slightest movement sents bolts of pain shooting through my nipples. I was half tempted to stop and shake myself in an attempt to dislodge the clamps, but I knew from experience that that tactic would never work, and would only result in more pain.

I had reached the dining room, which meant I was a third of the way through my ordeal. As I progressed, I noted that my bondage adventures had been about restraint and stimulation before I bought those evil clover clamps... but now my focus was more reducing the pain in my nipples... I groaned into the gag again, unable to stop myself from drooling as I made my slow progress across the dining room floor.

The end was in sight. I was in the kitchen doorway, and could see the handcuff keys on the floor in front of me. I had just moved across the threshold when I saw shattered glass from the back door to the garden fly into the kitchen. It was closely followed by a blast of cold air as the door opened and a man stepped into the kitchen. He was dressed all in black, from the big boots to the jeans to the jacket to the gloves to the balaclava. Ignoring the urgent pain in my nipples, I discreetly tried to back away from the burglar.

"Bloody hell!" he said when he saw me, "What have I walked into?"

I tried to look calm and confident, but I was in hardly the position to do so... all I could think about was getting those damn clamps off my nipples. I continued to back away but couldn't possibly escape - he closed the distance between us and grabbed the chain between my nipples. I groaned loudly into the gag and stopped backing away.

"Clover clamps," he grinned, tugging experimentally on the chain, "I think I've struck gold here. Did you do this to yourself?"

I shook my head, hoping he'd think there was someone else in the house. But his roving gaze found the handcuff key on the kitchen floor, which he picked up and pocketed.

"Liar," he said, "you did do this to yourself. You're here on your own, and were just minutes away from freeing yourself. Well, I'm sorry, but there's been a change of plan."

The fear was very apparent in my eyes - I just froze there, unable to move, unable to think.

"I'm going to go scope out the place," he said, taking a piece of string from his pocket and using it to tie the chain between my nipples to a cupboard door handle, "don't go anywhere."

And, with that, he wandered off to explore the house. And I was left to contemplate the fact that with just one small piece of string he had completely immobilised me. I tried to back away from the cupboard, but the more I pulled the harder the clamps gripped until the pain became unbearable and I was left panting and grunting into the gag. I couldn't even pull hard enough to open the cupboard door...

"Honey, I'm home!" came Pauline's voice from the living room.

"Mmmmmmph!" I replied, struggling wildly, hoping to warn her about our unexpected guest.

"What have you done to yourself this time?" Pauline asked as she walked into the kitchen, grinning as she took in my predicament.

"Mmmmmmph!" I groaned, trying to indicate with my eyes that there was a burglar wandering around upstairs.

"Upstairs? Is that where you left the keys? How on earth did you expect to get them? Unless you forgot them... silly girl..."

I mmmphed and shook my head, but couldn't stop her from dancing upstairs to find the keys. I pulled hard at my bonds, but I was nowhere nearer freedom than the last time I struggled. All I could do was sit and wait... I heard a gasp, the sound of a struggle and a thump. Then I heard the sound of someone coming back downstairs...

"Now," said the burglar, "what sort of girls keep a bottle of chloroform in their bathroom?"

He'd found the chloroform? We hadn't even had a chance to play with it yet... we'd found that taking advantage of each other during natural sleep was just as fun, so had never got around to using it. Thinking about it, we really should've thrown it away. The burglar knelt down beside me and untied the piece of string. He winked at me and picked me up - I didn't struggle as he carried me upstairs, since the last thing I wanted to do was fall.

He carried me into the bedroom and placed me on the king-size bed. I wasn't alone, Pauline was lying unconscious next to me. The burglar used the piece of string to tether me to the headboard by my aching nipples before he turned his attention to Pauline. Ignoring my mmmphs of protest, he quickly stripped her naked, throwing her clothes into the corner of the room. She didn't even wake up when he rolled her onto her back and began to play with her breasts - always looking me in the eye, he stroked her naked, unconscious body, smoothing her luscious blonde hair away from her face. The grin on his face was pure evil when he noticed my toybox on the floor.

"What do we have here?" he asked, picking it up and peering inside.

I could do nothing but watch in silence as he pulled some items from the box. He looked at me, looked at her, looked at the toys, and grinned. First up was the bit gag head harness - he opened her mouth and put the bit inside, fastening the harness behind her head. Next was the horse tail butt plug (with a little lube from the bathroom) which garnered no reaction from the unconscious Pauline as he pushed it inside her ass. Lastly, he found the tweezer clamps in the bottom of the box and attached them to Pauline's nipples. She didn't even stir as he tightened them as far as they would go, always grinning while he worked... He then pulled a blindfold over her eyes - his last touch was to use two pairs of handcuffs to bind her wrists and elbows together behind her back.

Pauline groaned, slowly regaining consciousness. The burglar grinned broadly, watching her struggle with her bonds, completely helpless.

"Girls," the burglar smiled, "You're both on Santa's naughty list, and he's sent me here to punish you. But, since I like to think I'm a fair man, I'm going to give you a chance. I've hidden the key to the blonde's handcuffs somewhere in this room. If you haven't managed to free yourselves in the time it takes me to gather up all your valuables... well, let's just say that I can't resist the sight of two gorgeous, helpless women."

And, with that, he left. Where I was sitting, I could see where he had put the key. But, gagged as I was, getting the message across to the blindfolded and gagged Pauline was going to be difficult...