California Dreams

It started out a normal day for Cats Eyes - Bondage Detective, until the postman arrived and dropped off a special delivery.

She opened up the brown paper package and within was the usual tape from HQ marked 'Top Secret'. She knew it was yet another assignment and put the tape in her cassette player and listened to the unmistakably well - spoken tones of her boss.

"This is Number one, Ms Eyes. This assignment has an international flavour and if you should accept it, your flight reservation has been scheduled for later this morning. We don’t have much to go on but you are to investigate the claims of poorly paid models in the United States. Our sources tell us that an outfit called 'Barnaby Concepts' is the culprit and you are to track then down and find out if the allegations are true... Oh, nearly forgot - his tape will self destruct in 10 seconds."

Cat grabbed the tape and threw it out of her apartment window, watching it fall straight into a skip. A second later there was a huge explosion.

The Cat boarded the next flight and arrived in sunny California that very afternoon. Her first stop was a Motel where she got changed into her Cat clothes, which were standard issue for such missions. Black underwear, stockings, leather mini skirt and ridiculously high stilettos. Later that afternoon a waiter in the bar adjacent to a ramshackle old hut - the suspected hideaway of the perpetrators - informed her of unusual happenings such as guns going off and huge antiquated looking equipment being offloaded there so she thought she would make this her first port of call.

She arrived at the murky, seedy looking dwelling and had no idea if the place was occupied or not but decided to gain access anyway. The Cat used her long nails to pick the door lock and when stepping in, there seemed to be nobody around. She looked about for clues. "This may not be the place at all," she thought. She looked on the desktop and found a pile of low figure paycheques. She then found a Pentium 2 computer behind the desk and turned it on. After 30 minutes it finally booted in. The sheer volume of unanswered e-mails and the Windows 95 operating system confirmed the Cat's suspicions. This had to be Barnaby Concepts establishment, it all added up.

She had a look at some bondage models and found herself getting quite stimulated by the pictures of the poor, tied up girls. It had been a long trip and the Cat thought she might as well have some fun by playing with herself whilst viewing the erotic images.

Suddenly and without warning the door burst open. There stood two men, one dressed in a Corduroy suit with mammoth side burns and another in a check pattern jacket - with matching kipper tie.

"Hello Miss Eyes", said the mean looking Corduroy man. "We have been expecting you."

"Mr. Barnaby, I presume?" Expressed the Cat looking at his Penny Round Collar.

"That’s right, you bitch! We have been watching you since you arrived in town. We know what you are here for; news travels fast in Barnaby County."

The Cat looked around the room. There was no escape and Barnabys Henchman was preparing a cocktail.

"You have got it all mixed up Mr Barnaby, the door was open and I just wanted to make sure everything was all right," the Cat mumbled.

" A likely story Miss Eyes! “What do you take us for at Barnaby Concepts - idiots?" He raged.

"We know you have come to investigate our collection of Cine films, you pretentious Bitch and we have ways of dealing with unwanted guests in this part of town, don’t we Luke?"

"Yeah, Boss." The sidekick stammered, popping a cherry into the sleeping pill laced vermouth.

"Excuse me Sir, you have got it all wrong. Anyway, no one uses Cine films anymore." The Cat replied.

"Yeah but we do at Barnaby Concepts." The henchman replied, slurping the drink and then remembering it had drugs in it, spat it out all over the nasty, floral carpet.

"You are a pair of cranks!" yelled the Cat. "Let me out of here you hideous pair of Rednecks or I will call for backup. My people know where I am!"

"Your insolence will be rewarded favourably, Miss Eyes." Replied Barnaby, then turning to Luke. "Put down the Moonshine and take this Critter to the bondage office NOW - and tie her up good and tight." The henchman dragged the Cat into a room panelled with 70's style wood and began binding her up. She wrestled with him but he was too strong. She could tell he was an expert and the ropes cut deep into her tender wrists and elbows.

"You Sicko!!!!!!" screamed the Cat.

"Wuttts wrong, are my ropes too tight for you lady, huh?" The henchman replied.

 "No you twisted mother! The ropes I can take, it’s the decor I can’t stand!"

The Henchman looped ropes around her ankles and thighs and then tied her tits up like a true master.  He had done this thousands of times and escape was impossible. He finally took out a red silk scarf and cleave gagged the Cat, leaving her to struggle in his rope work.

She twisted and turned but the more she struggled the more her silk underwear was revealed and her tight bra pushed out her firm bust even further under the restraints.

The Cat lay helpless and half - naked on the couch, when in came Barnaby, brandishing a Cine Camera and a Polaroid instamatic

"Mmm, Miss Eyes, normally you would get the standard fee of $5 per hour for such a pose but look Y' all - it's all free!"

The Cat mumbled through her gag and felt humiliated by the fact that Barnabys strategy of cheap photoshoots was now reflected on her, and she was the latest victim of the diseased mind of this madman.

"Go on Miss Eyes, struggggle!" He stammered to the Cat, noticing her feeble attempts to untie herself. She spied a bulge in Barmabys Corduroy trousers and in his hand was a Ring gag.

"Now Ms. Eyes," lets see if this fits into your pretty mouth, huh and then lets see if I fit into the gag! Huh, huh, huh!"

The Cat glared at him helplessly. She now knew she had to suck her way out of danger and this would be her hardest assignment to swallow."