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The Dumont Take

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Uniforms are wonderful things. You can go anywhere, so long as you've got the right jacket or jumpsuit. Throw a fat sticker onto a white utility van and there ain't single gated community that'll stop you on your way in.
People live in these nice, 'secluded' places because they figure it's safer. Well I suppose it is, if you consider that everyone living there is already well-off. But that's a double-edged sword, see. They think they're safer, so they relax and don't take as many precautions.
Exposed window wells, unlocked back doors, windows ajar when nobody's home. That sort of thing. And you can walk through just about anybody's back yard without trouble as long as you're wearing a bright vest and hardhat.
Lotta thieves I know prefer the direct approach; watch from parked cars, dress in dark clothes, and sneak in when nobody's looking. Me, I'm the kinda guy who hides in plain sight. If you act like nothing's going on, everybody'll assume you're right.
That's how I got into the Dumont residence. Plucked around their yard with a metal detector and a bunch of colorful flags, then within a sip of margarita I was inside before they'd finished pulling out of the driveway. Only one hitch; the maid.
She was a cute Latina girl--young mother, type--Mr. Dumont probably hired more for her short-skirted plastic uniform than her skills with a sponge. Figure that trick works both ways, huh? Anyway, I was creeping through the house being sure to half-close the drapes as I went when I found her.
I wasn't the only opportunist around; she was sound asleep on the guest bed. I spent half a minute debating leaving her there, but figured I couldn't take the chance. This was one of them gossip-loving neighborhoods any sort of disturbance would spread like wildfire through.
I'd prepared for this. From an unobtrusive backpack I took two lengths of rope and found a roll of tape sitting beside what looked like a school science project in the kitchen. I crept up to her and began tying her wrists together behind her back. There was one tense moment when she rolled over a bit and mumbled something my bad Spanish understood as "not now, sweetheart."
If you've got the time, there are some rather complicated knots you can use to tie someone up that don't need to be too tight to prevent escape. Plus they're impossibly difficult to undo without seeing them. Just such a knot was what I used to synch off the ropes around her wrists and ankles before using a strip of the gluey tape to seal her pretty lips shut.
She slept through the whole thing. As quietly as I could, I ransacked the place, clearing out gold, jewelry, ivory, watches, even a two-piece suit that was almost exactly my size. Just before leaving I checked in on the maid. Yep, still sleeping. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she looked like she was enjoying herself.
Be sure to ask for ID when someone's snooping around your yard, people! Unless she's cute, then I advise laying in wait :)

DISCLAIMER: This fictional work is exclusively for entertainment purposes, and is in no way intended to endorse, encourage, or inspire abusive, criminal, and/or any harmful acts. Always practice bondage safely, consensually, legally, and with all parties of sound mind free of manipulation. Always maintain mutual trust, establish and respect boundaries, and establish and adhere strictly to safety contingencies.
All characters depicted are fictional; any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental, unless explicitly stated otherwise within the concerned literature.

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