Curiosity Got The Cat

sbf, leather, caught Curiosity got the cat. By James Ellis It was a dark and stormy night. Catherine Le Poridee felt bored; her parents were away, leaving her with the house all to herself! Unfortunately, the place was miles from anywhere. When she returned last night, she’d left the lights on in her car along with the ignition switch, so now the battery was completely dead. She knew from experience that the trickle charger sitting in the garage would need twenty-four hours to revive it. To make matters worse, the phone lines had gone down, cutting off both her landline and internet connection. Her friend Holly had dropped her off here before heading out for the weekend with her sister. The cell network didn’t reach this far out. That meant she couldn’t call any of her friends to chat or hang out with, so she was stuck alone until tomorrow when she could use her car again.

She checked herself in the hallway mirror; a cute blonde girl with short straight hair pouted back at her. Shrugging it off, Cat went into the kitchen and made a light snack before heading upstairs. She undressed and took a shower. After drying off, she pulled on a pair of white bikini briefs, threw on her short towelling robe, and flopped disconsolately onto her bed.

She flicked through the TV channels but found nothing that caught her eye, then trawled through her DVDs and CDs with no better luck. Then an idea struck: this was a perfect opportunity to snoop around in her parents’ room. She had been dying to know what was inside the big chest pushed against the back of the cupboard, which was always locked! Being nosy was practically an art form for Cat; she snooped on all her friends. Nothing belonging to them—locker contents, purses, diaries—was sacred.

Going to her dresser drawer, she retrieved a locksmith’s tool (capable of opening 90% of household locks) that she had bought online. She stepped into her parents’ room and switched on the lights. Confidently striding toward the walk-in wardrobe, she opened the door. Since her folks wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow, she could snoop without fear of being caught.

She grabbed the handles of the chest and, with considerable effort, pulled it out into the well-lit room. “What on earth have my parents got in here? A body?” she mused, a little shudder running through her at the thought. She knew her folks engaged in ‘stuff’ when she wasn’t home because she could smell arousal lingering in the air.

“Yuk!” You didn’t want to give that train of thought too much room! Looking at the chest in the light, it didn’t seem as large as it had appeared inside the wardrobe. It was securely locked with no sign of a key fitting either on her parents’ house keys or in the spare key drawers.

So she would find out if the locksmith’s tool was worth the money. It worked OK on lockers at college and on diaries, but this looked like a much more expensive type of lock. She inserted the business end of the tool into the mechanism and manipulated the triggers. There was a satisfying click as the lock gave way.

Cat tossed the tool aside and lifted the lid of the box.

With a satisfied grin spreading across her face, she slowly raised the chest’s cover completely. She gasped: on the left was a pile of magazines showing women tied up; on the right lay a neat stack that looked like silk lingerie, including what appeared to be a red corset. But it was the middle section that truly caught her attention—a collection of plastic bags containing leather straps, steel chains, and mixtures of both materials.

“My straight-laced parents are nothing but secret perverts!” she gasped.

But she was intrigued. First, she picked up some magazines and flipped through two or three, marveling at how tightly the girls in them were bound, looking surprisingly ‘contented,’ which somehow excited her. Next, she selected a couple of plastic bags. Kneeling on the bed, Cat opened the first one and tipped out its contents: a white leather strap with a red rubber ball attached to it; two coils of white rope; some sort of white leather belt fitted with two metal handcuffs; a key ring holding two small keys; four tiny padlocks; and three photographs.

Cat picked up the photos. The first showed her shapely mother naked except for black bikini briefs, over which she wore the strap web—which Cat could now see was actually a waist belt plus a strap running up through her crotch, with two open handcuffs dangling above each hip. A coquettish smile made her mother look like a teenager. Perhaps it was an old photo? No; in the background stood the flat-screen TV they had purchased last year.

The second image provided a rear view showing how tight the straps were positioned, highlighting the two waist buckles and the crotch strap buckle, all secured with small padlocks to show everything stayed exactly where it should. It also revealed that the white ropes had been tied so each ankle touched its respective thigh, meaning her mother would have been forced to remain kneeling until they were untied.

The final picture showed this gorgeous woman from the front: hands pinned at her hips by the cuffs, breasts thrust forward with nipples clearly erect, and now the red ball forcing her lips apart—indeed resting behind her teeth, held in place by the tight white strap. Cat felt that her mother looked amazing, sexy! No! That was definitely her Mom! How could her parents do this sort of thing? A shudder went down her spine.

Then she felt a tingle of excitement starting in her stomach. What would it feel like to be secured just like that? To let yourself become a prisoner while remaining obviously sexually aroused by the experience?

Cat picked up the ball gag, turning it thoughtfully in her hands. I wonder how effective this is at keeping someone quiet? On TV, strips of tape could totally silence people. But curious Cat had once stuck a piece of duct tape across her own mouth and found that: a) she could still make quite a bit of noise; b) she could unstuck it and open her mouth just by forcing her jaw wide; and c) it left sticky gum on her face, yeuk! Yet here she was looking at this thing her mother had worn.

Slowly, Cat pushed the ball into her own mouth, buckling the strap behind her head. Hmm! This was an interesting sensation!

The ball sat comfortably behind her teeth pushing her tongue down. She found that by lowering her chin and pressing with her tongue she could push the ball back past her lips—but the strap stopped it from coming all the way out completely. If she tightened the strap a little more, like this, she would be forced to keep it positioned between her teeth at all times.

She tried to speak but only produced unintelligible mpffhing noises… so…you can make noise without speaking? Interesting! It put a slight strain on your jaw and made you dribble a bit, yet it was strangely… exciting!

How long could someone wear something like this? Minutes, hours? She sucked meditatively at the ball. Hmmm! Mom must have liked that. But for now, let’s just see how long before it stops being an interesting sensation.

She shook her head and tipped out the contents of the second bag. Again there were photographs, some padlocks, another harness this time in red leather, white ankle-strap sandals with 5” heels joined by a six-inch chain, a black leotard featuring a fluffy white bunny tail, and a white lace-up hood made of leather with long rabbit ears attached.

Cat examined the photos again; they were once more of her Mother. The first showed her wearing the leotard and high heels, standing back to the camera but looking over her shoulder seductively, the bunny tail clearly visible. The next photo captured her mother with arms bound behind by a harness—which Cat could now see was a leather muff holding the forearms parallel, with straps attached at each end going around the upper arms just above the elbows to prevent them sliding out.

Her legs were held together at the ankles by those white ankle-strap shoes; she would only be able to shuffle or hop. The next image offered a front view of now-anonymous woman wearing a tight white hood with red discs where the eyes would sit and a red triangle over the nose area, plus white bunny ears.

top. Once again Cat sucked at the rubber ball, held in place by the white leather strap. Her jaws were straining a little, but she found the sensation…pleasurable? Cat put down the photos and picked up the hood to examine it more closely, she saw it zipped up the back and then had laces to make it tighter. There was a collar attached which would buckle at the back, the holes were more like slots and the prong had a round loop on the end, Cat gave this a puzzled look. Checking the eye circles she saw nine small holes in each and ten small holes in the triangular nose, and a larger grommet hole where the mouth would be. She picked up the next photo and saw it was a close up of the hood from the back, showing the laces pulled tight and the collar buckled tight and a small combination padlock through the loop on the prong, clearly stopping the hood being loosened or removed until it was unlocked. The next photo showed the bunny woman, her Mom! She was in mid hop and Yeah! She looked sexy to Cat! Slowly Cat put the photos down and sat there somewhat stunned, her heart racing. I cannot believe my Mom’s so kinky, thought Cat. Hell! I am sat here with a rubber ball in my mouth and I think Moms’ the Kinky one! She looked again at the photos in front of her. She felt herself feeling…turned on by the thought of being in the pictures instead of her Mother. No! That couldn’t be right! Cat could feel herself getting aroused by the thought of being held helpless, perhaps in the hood. How long would it be before it got claustrophobic and it went from thrill to fear? You ought to have someone with you, like Mom had Pop! But yet…she found she had picked up the hood again, I wonder what it feels like to wear this she thought. Slowly she brought it over her head, settling the pinhole eyes over her eyes, she could see out quite well, there was plenty of air through the nose holes and mouth grommet, and she could breathe through them easily. She carefully pulled down the zip, closing the hood around her head and neck. This feels quite…exciting, even comforting she thought. I’ll tighten the laces and see what it feels like really tight. After a few minutes struggling she had got all of the slack out of the laces and tied them off in a bow, the hood now encased her head putting pressure on all over. Moulding to her face and keeping her jaws firmly clamped around the rubber ball. It was,,,! It felt…strange…confining… no! Fantastic! What would it feel like with the collar done up? She fumbled with the buckle and finally tightened it, putting slight pressure on her neck, the blood was thumping in her ears and she could feel herself getting aroused. Her nipples were thrusting against the towelling of her robe. She looked across at the bedroom mirror, a white rabbit in a robe looked back at her, and no…it spoiled the effect. She shrugged off the robe, wow! That was better now it was a cute bunny girl in white briefs, bizarre, but cute! She glanced to one side and realised that the hood restricted her vision to straight ahead, she could only look out through the holes, and excitement welled up in her, along with a shiver of fear tingling down her spine! She lifted her hands to start to remove the hood, no! She wanted to see how long she could wear this hood before it became unbearable. She dropped her hands to the bed by her sides. She felt a cold object by her right hand she brought it around in front so she could see it more clearly. It was a small padlock, that will stop me taking the hood off too soon she thought, and reaching around behind her neck, she managed the hasp through the hole on the prong and clicked it shut. As she heard the click Cats’ heart began to race, now she was trapped in the hood until she unlocked the padlock! Her internal heat clicked up a gear, no wonder her mother shone in those photos! She dropped her hands to the bed once more, to feel for the keys, her left hand fell on some leather straps. She lifted them up in front of her eyes; it was the white waist harness. Well she had tried the head gear why not the waist too? She undid the buckles on the harness belt, lifted her leg through the strap between her legs and tried to do up the waist strap, as she did up the right hand buckle, she found the crotch strap pulled the belt away to the right so she unbuckled it, and now tried to fasten the left buckle, but it would barely reach! She thought about the photo, of course, you had to fasten each buckle evenly, she loosened the right buckle two holes, now she could tighten the left buckle, she felt the straps she had four holes past the prong on the left, but only three on the right, could she tighten the right one more hole . She sucked in her stomach and slipped the buckle one more hole. Wow, that was tight, but it felt kind of good! Crotch strap next! As she had tightened the waist belt evenly the vertical strap now hung exactly in the right place as she pushed it between her legs and pulled the strap through the buckle, the strap nestled into her panties and stated to separate her lips and pull tightly into her bum crack. The sensation was fantastic! She pulled it so tight that the waist straps were digging into the tops of her hips. It was painful, but exhilarating at the same time. Her internal heat clicked up another notch. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror, looking back was an anonymous rabbit girl, who had rock hard nipples, and a white leather chastity harness with silver bangles at each hip. Her hands strayed to fondle her breasts then the silvery manacles; she started to put her right hand into the cuff. No! That would be stupid! There was no way she was going to lock herself into handcuffs! It was Kinky enough with the hood and harness on! But, it did feel…exhilarating! As she turned her head her limited vision drew her eyes to the high heels on the floor, she knew she took the same size shoes as her mother, so she bent to pick them up, as she did the waist harness sent interesting sensations deep into her sex! She might as well go the whole hog! She grabbed the shoes and strapped them on, they felt great! She stood up, wow! They were high! It took her a second to adjust her balance. She could feel her legs stretching and making her stand …sexily, combined with the harness and the hood, her libido was into over load! She consciously slowed her breathing, and began to feel more in control, but still…excited! What did she look like in this get up? She turned her head to look in the mirror, the restricted vision of the hood meant she got a view as if she was looking through gauze. She took a couple of steps the chain between the ankle straps restricting her to short pigeon steps.It seemed to make her hips sway more, she felt like a cat walk model! But she couldn’t see herself properly in the mirror! She thought for a moment, there was the new digital video camera down stairs, she could set that up strut her stuff in front of it and watch it back at her leisure. Cat was getting carried away by all the new sensations, she started to head for the door to fetch the camera, as she did she realised the restriction and the tight hood meant she was unable to look down at her feet, could she go down stairs in these sky scraper heels without looking? Well she could give it a try! Holding tightly to the hand rail, she sashayed forward and gingerly descended the stairs. She could just step down one at atime. As she walked across the floor she found the heels made her walk with her feet in line and this made her hips sway provocatively, the crotch strap transferring some very interesting sensations, and her nipples felt rock hard, she must look hot! As she walked into the hallway, she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She looked cute with her hips swaying like that! The cuffs at her hips jingled as she walked, tapping gently against her hips. What would it be like with your hands held by your hip

S? She leaned across and struggled a bit to fasten the left cuff around her wrist. Oh No! What had she done! The keys were still upstairs! Her heart raced, and she breathed in short gasps through the rubber ball gagging her mouth! Panic set in! After a few seconds, reason returned to her subconscious; she began to control her breathing and stop hyperventilating. She needed to decide what to do next!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Cat realized she was now a one-armed bunny girl…wearing sexy high heels, but…she looked…kind of…hot!

Speaking of hot, the hood was heating her head up. Despite the cool air on nearly naked skin, sweat trickled down from her head and neck, and the ball gag was becoming slightly painful; she needed to remove it! She lifted her free hand behind her head to undo the hood, only to find a padlock had stopped her earlier effort! Damn! Why had she locked it? Now she would have to go back upstairs for the keys…but wait…this lock felt strange?

Oh No! She shouldn’t have rushed; it was the small combination lock!

Her heart skipped a beat, then pounded in her ears as panic returned. Behind her head, she couldn’t see the numbers, and besides, she didn’t know the combination! Trapped inside the hood, sweat poured off her now! Wait! Calm down! Think!

Slowly Cat’s panic subsided as she assessed her situation. She could always cut the hood off; her pulse slowed, and she headed toward the kitchen for scissors. No! If she damaged the hood, her parents would know she had been snooping through their intimate items! She needed to calm down and think!

Cat sat on the stool by the front door, pondering. She was locked into the stupid hood with a combination lock she couldn’t unlock; if she cut it off, her folks would immediately realize she’d been exploring their private things! She didn’t know where to get something similar as a replacement.

But maybe just cutting the lock off? She could buy a new one at the town hardware store. If she locked it when putting it back on, and they couldn’t open it, they might think it had simply jammed. Yes! That worked!

Now, what tool could she use to cut the lock?

Her Pop would have tools in the garage box. She just needed to go out there, get some cutters, and remove that damn lock. It was difficult with one hand but not impossible. Perhaps she should first go up for the handcuff key.

Cat turned toward the stairs, then stopped. But she was almost at the front door already. With renewed confidence, Cat got up and sashayed to the entrance. As she approached, a lightning flash lit the window, though the thunder clap was barely heard! She realized the hood muffled sound as well as restricted vision.

The storm raged…perhaps going for the keys in the rain was best!

No! Cat had decided on the garage tools despite the weather. She could stay under the porch cover most of the way and keep fairly dry. Should she go upstairs, free her wrist, and dress? Being nearly naked, it seemed silly to put clothes on just to get them wet; besides, Cat thought the rain might cool her down! With one arm pinned, climbing stairs would be a struggle!

Using only her right hand, she could drape a coat around herself. What the hell! No one was out here to see her; she would risk getting wet!

Cat pulled the door open and staggered back in shock. Standing there before her was a bedraggled middle-aged woman in a wet trench coat, arm stretched toward the bell! “Oh Hi! Can I use your pho…! Sorry, am I interrupting something?” said the woman.

Cat stood stunned for a moment, grunting through her nose: “Uhh Uhh!” Her free hand flew up to cover her exposed breasts as she tottered back in heels. The woman took this as an invitation to enter. “I guess you thought I was your boyfriend Huh!” she said with a smile. “Look, I’m very broad-minded! I won’t tell anyone what you get up to! I’d just like to use your phone for a tow truck; my car is stuck down the road!”

She smiled again. “Then I’ll leave you to your fun.” She winked knowingly.

Cat stood stunned, then nodded as much as the hood allowed, pointing to the phone and grunting: “Owwwfhh Fhayh, Upffhh eyghh pffhunghh ippfh owpfhh.”

The dripping wet woman walked past. “Thanks little rabbit,” she said, “I won’t be long.” She picked up the phone and pressed 0. After a few seconds: “Hi! Can you connect me to a 24-hour vehicle recovery service covering Twynham Road? Thanks.” A pause. “Oh Hi! I’ve broken down in this storm; I’m on Twynham road, about 300 yards south of the entrance to… Le Poridees’ driveway.” Another pause: “Thirty minutes to an hour?”

“Yes, I’ll go wait with the car. Bye.”

While this happened, Cat stood stunned, hand clasped to her breasts, heart pounding and mind racing! How would she explain being found like this by a stranger? Slowly she realized the woman thought she was just playing some kinky game with a boyfriend! Also, she didn’t seem bothered by Cat’s bizarre get-up!

But what would friends think when they find out?

Then a thought struck Cat! Perhaps she could even ask her to help release the hood!

The woman turned and smiled. “You are a really hot little rabbit in that outfit you know! He is lucky waiting for you!”

She walked back toward the door. “Thanks for using your phone; I’ll leave you to your fun, get back to my car! Ciao!”

This sparked Cat back to life: “Whheypfffh! Pfanghh oopfhh hepfff Meeeghh!” She grunted.

Turning her back to the woman, Cat grabbed the hood lock with her free hand and pointed at herself at the waist. “Oh you want some help with those restraints before I leave!”

“Uh Huh,” nodded Cat.

“Well, OK honey, if that’s what you want, here goes!” The woman took Cat’s right arm and secured the wrist cuff to her hip. A shudder ran through the girl’s body.

“There you go sweets! Now I’ve got to rush back to my car! Hope you all have fun!” And with that, she opened the door and stepped out.

Cat stood in shock for a moment, then “Mmppffed” as loudly as possible with gag and hood on. Spinning around in unaccustomed high heels caused her hips to sway provocatively; the pressure of the crotch strap against her straining handcuffs made her body give an involuntary shudder!

The woman looked over her shoulder: “My, you are a hot little rabbit! Don’t wear yourself out before your boyfriend arrives! Byee!”

With this, she went out and closed the door.

Now very frightened, Cat started to scream around the ball gag and totter toward the exit. She reached it but found that with hands pinned at her hips, she couldn’t reach the handle!

Another lightning flash and muffled thunder clap followed, then silence!

She banged her head frantically against the door, hoping the woman would hear above the storm and return! But the woman was gone…!

The NDS were manacled to her hips too! As she wrestled with the handcuffs, she realized they were firmly anchored; all that struggling did was make her waist belt dig in and transfer some very interesting sensations to her crotch. It began sinking into her confused mind… She was well and truly stuck! Dejectedly, she sank onto the stool.

Cat looked around slowly, taking in her situation and searching for something to cut the leather. Her eyes fell on the clock; wow! It had gone past midnight! Where had the time gone? She must have had the ball in her mouth for nearly two hours! You know she was still…sort of turned on by being stuck like this! Perhaps there was something in the sideboard drawers, up in the lounge! She tottered over to the door leading into the lounge.

Damn! It was impossible to open the door with her hands pinned like this! Damn the hood too! Maybe she could try the kitchen; there were plenty of things to cut with there! But once again, the doorknob was out of reach! Cat knew now she was in deep trouble. She was hooded and gagged, her hands pinned uselessly at her hips, her jaw beginning to ache, and the heels hurting her feet!

She would have to negotiate the stairs to get to the handcuff keys; there were no other options left. It was a strange sensation, sashaying down the hallway with her hands held helplessly by her hips and her bare breasts swinging in the breeze! The crotch strap transferred every movement from her waist harness to her sex, driving her mad! She reached the foot of the staircase very carefully, one step at a time, feeling more and more exhilarated. Finally, she made it up; she was beginning to see why her Mom did this! But really, she had to get free—the hood was getting claustrophobic and her jaw was starting to ache badly! She went back to her parents’ room.

Oh no! The bedroom door had closed, and once again the doorknob was out of reach! This wasn’t good; it would be nearly a day before her folks got back, and Cat just had to get free soon. If she stayed stuck like this for a whole day, she’d go mad! Her only hope was to cut the harness off! She would just have to take the punishment when her folks found out she had been messing with their private stuff!! Her makeup case! It had scissors, and nail clippers were on her dressing table. She sashayed along to her room with renewed hope. Once again, a closed door and an out-of-reach doorknob stopped her! She couldn’t find anything anywhere that she could reach. She was a prisoner in her own home! Damn her curiosity and lack of caution! Damn that strange woman! She leant back dejectedly against the wall.

I can’t really be stuck like this! There has to be some way I can get free! If my folks find me like this, I’ll curl up and die!

Cat thought: there HAS to be some way to escape. Wait! The woman had used the phone! That meant the phones were now working; perhaps she could call for help? She didn’t want to be found like this by anyone, especially someone she knew. In fact, she didn’t want to be found like this at all! She would just die of embarrassment! But…if she didn’t get help, how else could she get free? She couldn’t use the keys; she couldn’t reach anything to cut the straps. What was left?

Her bondage frustrated her at every turn. Speaking of frustration, she was incredibly turned on! Her hands started automatically for their usual targets, only to be stopped by the cuffs. Damn it! She could not even pleasure herself!

If she dialled emergency services, she could perhaps make up a story to stop the cops from telling everyone. The problem with that was that with the ball in her mouth, she hadn’t been able to make the strange woman understand her! How could she make them understand what kind of help she needed? They would probably send a police unit! There was another problem; Cat knew all the local officers—her married sister was one of them—but at this time of night it might not be them who came. If it was, she knew that how she was dressed and tied up would get back to her sister.

Although her sister was usually pretty tight-lipped about most things she did or saw at work! But her sister would probably tell her folks and possibly all Cat’s friends as well! She would be branded a kinky little slut. Perhaps the police were used to this sort of thing and just treated it as routine? After all, the strange woman didn’t seem to think it was unusual! She was going to have to risk calling the cops!

First things first; she had to go back downstairs to one of the house phones. She struggled to stand upright. As she turned, she stopped in her tracks! Standing on the landing was … her Mom.

“Is that you Cat? How on earth did you get hold of my private things? I know the trunk was locked!” Cat mewled pitifully through her gag; her mother did not look at all pleased! …