Making Her Mine

There she is right on time, 18:00 hrs , topless in a pair of yoga pants. I can set my clocks by her, every night for the last two months she comes in and strips and walks by the window. I sure she doesn’t realize I’ve trained a camera with both zoom and night vision capabilities on her window.

Tonight I stand where she can see me, hoping she looks over . A brunette haired goddess with a Body that would literally die to be next to. God she’s fit, must be that jogging at 06:00 through Platts Field, every day rain or shine to Platt Field Dome for an hour of cardio aerobics and a ten laps in the pool before jogging back home to start her day!

I don’t know where she gets her energy from, I usually lose her cause of the traffic on Yew Tree Road is picking up as she starts her routine. Hell it was luck that I happened to spot her going into the Dome that wednesday morning. Waiting in the quickening parking lot I see her come out and start the jog back.

As Sir Rod sang “Tonight’s the Night, Everything gonna be alright!” Checking my gear, lock picking tools, handcuffs and carton of lube in case she tight! I wanted her from the moment our eyes met that Sunday Morning as I went out for my morning papers. Her eyes met mine as I cordially said hello as we passed on Whitebrook Road, Her house directly across mine.

While she was gone one day I scoped her house out, a Yale deadbolt to keep people out, but not me a simple 5mm pick and I’m in. Doing a search of her place, concentrating on her bedroom and bathroom. Her bedroom like one found in a fairy tale, a king-size four poster bed covered with 360 threads Sateen sheets under a beige duvet cover. A simple dresser, the top drawer multi sets of thongs and bras in different colours.The left hand side, what I was hoping to find a dildo and books of erotic fiction. Taking a glance at the titles, not recognizing any of them

Filling everything way in the back of my mind, before moving on to her bathroom. More of what I already expected, tubes of lube, a diaphragm and the usually assortment of creams, bandages and paracetamol. Wiping down surfaces before leaving by the front door. Yes tonight I see my goddess in person , not through two pair of double pane windows.

01:00 Hr, I make my move after waiting for more than an hour after the light in the living room goes out. A backpack over a jet black three quarter duster, staggering along the road in case any nosey busy body decides to look out their window. Staggering my way up to my goal, hands in my pocket, making like I was fumbling the key. At the door my back to the street, lock pick out, a few fumbles then the tell tale click of the bolt going back into the housing. Slowly opening the front door, entering and closing then sliding the bol back into the lock position.

As my eyes adjust from the streetlamp light to the relative darkness of the hallway, I spot her on the couch in front of the telly. Her bare breasts rising and falling in even slumber as “Up In The Air” runs on Channel Five. Making my way over to her finding her left hand almost touching the carpeted floor. Gently removing my backpack, opening it and removing the pair of handcuffs placing an open cuff gently onto the skin of her wrist before quietly as possible closing it.The other I clamp to my wrist.

Kneeling, whispering into her ear “Wake up Sleeping beauty, your prince Charming is her to make all your dreams come true!”

“Whaa...” her eyes slowly opens as I place my gloved hand over her mouth. Her struggles is useless as I outweigh her by a good three stone and I already have her only able to use one arm to fight . Also the glove is soaked in old fashioned ether so every breath she breath makes her sluggish. As she’s going limp, I lift her up and carry her through to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the the duvet, close to the edge. Undoing my cuff, I work the duvet toward her, rolling her gently onto the bare sheet then covering her up.