After a few days of laying low, I summon my crew to join me in the back room of our bar.

"Hello, Mistress!” says Delia. “What can we do for you today?" Seconds later, Jasper and Stephanie join us in the backroom.

“Well, first up, Jasper and Stephanie,” I say. “How goes work on my crown?”

"Almost ready, Mistress!” Stephanie replies brightly. “Just a few finishing touches, and it'll be ready to wear."

I nod. "Good. We'll do our next heist as soon as it's done. We have time, the Chelmerton Museum's still renovating their gem exhibit for another two weeks. All those rare precious stones are back in the storage areas of the museum, which means there's more high-tech security but only a couple of guards compared to the visitor areas. Perfect for our team's skillset, wouldn't you say?"

Harper grins. "Exactly. I figure another day, and the crown will be ready."

"Excellent work, both of you!" I reward them both with feelings of pleasure, achievement, and gratitude for my praise.

"So here's the plan. The storage facility is located in the warehouse district, naturally. Delia, your role will be the same as before, make some chaos to draw any cops in the area. As soon as you're confident they're fully occupied for a while, come join us. Stephanie, you disable security cameras and alarms. They have one guard on the back entrance, and it isn't visible from the other entrances, so once the cameras are down, I whammy the guard and Jasper cracks the lock and any physical alarms. I couldn't get any information about how things are stored once we're inside—it could be crates or it could be safes, so we need to be ready for that. I do know they don't have any guards posted inside, but if we make a lot of noise that'll probably draw the guards on the other entrances, and I'm honestly unsure if I could whammy that many any once—it's at least four or five, maybe more. That's why I want to make sure you come back to us, Delia, we might need some extra muscle. Questions, thoughts?"

* * *

The night of the heist arrives, and Delia begins her distractions, expertly leading the guards and cops away from the facility, despite their strict orders to remain on site.

Stephanie gets to work on disabling the cameras and alarms. “Checking in,” she says over our headsets. “I’m about halfway through, but—what was that?” We hear a slap, and a thump, and then a rich, feminine, but unfamiliar voice.

"Well, look what we have here..." whoever it is says.

My new crown on my head, I'm waiting on her to disable the alarms, keeping comms open, so I hear all of this. "Wrench?" I ask. When she doesn’t respond, I get concerned. "Come on," I tell Jasper. "She might need help." Then I head out to find her.

Jasper nods, and obediently follows. She’s clearly worried about her maybe-on-again girlfriend, but her obedience to me wins out and keeps her from rushing ahead. We move carefully towards where Steph was meant to be working. I lean carefully around the corner to see what's happening.

In a flash, a thin, velveteen rope lashes around me, and pulls me into the room. I yelp, startled, but honestly maybe just a smidge turned on, especially when I realize who I'm facing. "Oh, hello." I smile ingratiatingly. "Guess we had the same idea, huh?"

Cat Lady snarls. There’s no one else it could be—she’s wearing a form-fitting black catsuit that shows off a petite figure, complete with cowl and ears, and wielding a whip. "You..." She says. She must have seen the news reports and recognizes my outfits. "This is my heist. Get your mitts out of here!"

I raise my hands defensively. "Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to step on any toes, just looking to make some cash. You know how it is, starting a new crew costs a lot, you blow through that first heist fast." I project calm and a smidgeon of attraction.

I’m still ensnared in her rope, but I see her relax her shoulders just a little. "That might be the case, but here in Chelmerton, we stick to our own patches. Understood?"

"Yes, sorry. I had no idea you had dibs. I'd never want to interfere with one of your heists, you're like my idol!" That's not strictly true, there are other villainesses I admire more, like Pheromona and Hemlock, but I do admire her and have long followed her career. Either way, I push her to feel flattered and a little more attracted.

"Heh." She purrs. "How cute. I had no idea I had.... fans." She moves closer with a fluid movement that is part alluring sashay and part predatory stalk.

"Of course you do! You're mysterious, dangerous, and if I may say so very sexy..." I smile and subtly lean a little toward her, increasing the flattery and attraction and mixing in a hint of arousal.

"You're not so bad, yourself," she admits, and continues to move toward me, pulling the cord binding me closer.

"Why thank you,” I say, my smile matching the steaminess of her own. “Maybe this encounter can be something a little more interesting than an altercation..." I project more arousal and attraction.

"Now now, you must know I don't mix business with pleasure. Heist first, talk later." In a flash, she uses the whip to yank me toward her, and then spins a cat's cradle around me, trapping me. Then, she saunters off into the night, her toned ass wiggling, to complete the heist.

I struggle lightly in the ropes, to no avail. I wait for her to leave the room, and then call out to Jasper.

"Mistress! What happened?!" she asks as she emerges around the corner.

"Cat Lady happened. Don't worry about it, I have a plan. All I need from you is to get Stephanie—and Delia when she shows!—out of here for now. Tell them I'm changing the plan and I'll meet up with you later." I grin. "With a new Bird of Praise in tow."

Jasper nods, grinning devilishly. She knows me well enough by now to get what I’m planning. "Of course, see you later!"

I wait with growing excitement, continuing to test my bonds, but pretty much just for show. About twenty minutes later, Cat Lady returns, a pouch at her belt notably heavier than it was when she left. But she still returns to me; I clearly have her attention. "Having fun, little mouse? You've garnered quite the reputation in a short space of time..."

I begin to again tweak her emotions: attraction, a little arousal, a little desire for dominance. "Oh, I am!" I say, pulling at the bonds. Then I blush and look down. "I mean, um... yeah, just building my crew and doing the one heist so far but I'm really enjoying it. Well, two heists including this but, you know." I tug a little at the ropes again.

She laughs. "You're cute, you know that?" She moves closer, and bends over so her face is in my eye-line. "Cute, but naïve. Chelmerton is no place for a petty criminal like you."

I gulp at her nearness, and bite my lip in fairly obvious—and not at all faked—arousal. "You, uh... you think I'm cute?" I shake my head a little. "No, I mean, I don't—I'm just starting but I do want to be more than small time!" Along with the arousal and dominance I add just a touch of protectiveness.

She studies me. I can feel her mingled curiosity and superiority; she thinks I have a lot to learn but she’s intrigued by the idea of teaching me. She trails a lazy finger over my arm. "Mmmm, perhaps we can make that happen... together?"

I shiver. "Yes please," I half-say, half-whimper. "Please show me... everything." I shift to a soft purr, not a throaty dominant one but almost kittenish. At the same time, I tweak her emotions a little further in the directions I'd already been taking them.

She finds herself leaning closer, and then kneeling in front of me, not submissively but just moving in closer. "Alright then, but no funny business, all right? I know some heavy duty folk I can call upon who'll blow you out of the water if you play dirty."

I shake my head, eyes wide and innocent. "No funny business," I lie. "This is a dream come true, I'm not going to risk it!" From that angle she can probably see pretty clearly that I'm already wet.

"Oh, and it looks like someone's a big fan of mine, too." She giggles, a surprisingly girlish sound, as she runs her hand teasingly further down, crossing over my crotch ever so lightly.

"Oh..!" I gasp, instinctively twisting against my bonds helplessly. I give her a rush of pleasure and arousal at my reaction.

"Rrrowww..." she purrs. "Down, kitty!" Taking the end of the whip that I’m tangled up in, she pulls it tighter around me. "Looks like someone's enjoying being tied up! Maybe I should keep you this way, put some of those goggles I stole from the Quizmaster on your head, and watch you squirm until you're nothing but a molten mess..."

I whimper, melting against her, rewarding her with more pleasure and arousal. "G-goggles..?"

"Spoilers...." She’s beginning to squirm herself, an increasingly damp spot forming at her crotch. I can’t see it on her black catsuit, but I can feel it through our growing link.

"Sounds like fun for later, maybe?" I increase her arousal and sense of urgency. "But I'm pretty close to a molten mess already, for you..."

"Then let's have some fun..." Pushing me back so I can feel the wall pressing behind me, she plays with the whip some more, and then pushes me down so she can straddle me. "Maybe you can give me that cream I've been searching for..." She smiles, seductively, her hands roaming over my thighs.

I moan softly. "Yessss..." I hiss, eyes fluttering in pleasure. Again, I reward her with pleasure and arousal for dominating me. This is fun, and I can worry about flipping her to submission later.

The arousal inside her is too much to bear, now. She tries to convince herself that it's my cuteness, her lust for dominance, for toying with others, but also the adrenaline from the heist. She kisses me, forcefully, and then begins to unzip her suit.

I return her kiss hungrily, straining to try to reach her but unable to do so, loving this combination of physical helplessness and control over the situation. To say nothing of the gorgeous view I'm now being treated to.

"Enjoy the show, my darling." She stands and removes the suit, revealing just a lacy bra and panties below. Then, she toys with my crotch so that she can expose my cock.

"You're even more gorgeous than I imagined..." I enthuse, giving you another burst of pleasure and desire. My hips leave the floor, straining against the ropes involuntarily as you play with my hard cock, which is soon exposed fully.

With incredible athleticism, befitting of someone worthy of being an Olympic gymnast, she arches her back, her hip wiggling in the air in front of my face, and leans over, wrapping her lips around my cock and beginning to bob up and down.

"Oh my god!" I gasp. The ropes have just enough give for me to be able to lean forward, bringing my lips and tongue to Cat Lady’s, well, pussy. As I do, I begin to feed my own intense arousal and pleasure into her—as well as the feeling of being caught, bound, trapped, and how exciting that is.

Her head spins with the pleasure as we 69. She imagines what I must be feeling, bound, dominated, trapped, helpless, and considers that maybe one day she should try that. She doubles her speed, eager to bring you to climax.

Groaning, I explode in her mouth, feeding all that pleasure, amplified, into her. As I do, I also layer in desire to submit—not replacing the desire to dominate, but alongside it.

She descends gracefully to the floor, her chest heaving. "Mmmmmmm... lovely..." she purrs contentedly, and tugs the whip, releasing me.

I stand, rubbing at my wrists where my bonds tugged a little. "Very," I agree emphatically. "So, uh... wanna get out of here? I've got a hideout across town, unless you've got somewhere closer?"

"Sure thing, darling!" She’s not so besotted as to reveal her hideout. Yet.

I pull her to me for a hungry kiss, exploring down her back with my hands while I again enhance her arousal and the pleasure of feeling held, bound, secured. "Wonderful." Her mind is growing a little foggy, ideas of a heist fading into the background.

I pull away and begin walking for the exit. I look back over my shoulder and give her a come-hither look. "Here, kitty, kitty," I tease, and give her a flush of pleasure and desire.

She hisses, teasingly, and with a wiggle of her hips, she stalks over to me, remaining behind me. My smile widens and I lead the way to the getaway car. We are soon en route back to the bar hideout. As we go, I stroke her thigh through her skintight outfit and keep her arousal and attraction high, very slowly turning up that enjoyment of being unable to escape.

She nuzzles my neck and licks at my ear, rapt in her own attraction for me.

"Good kitty," I reply, turning to once again capture her lips with my own. "Such a sweet pet you'd make..." I give her an intense rush of pleasure and desire, and a bit of submissiveness, alongside those words.

She mewls in satisfaction. "Ohhhhh..." She really wants to re-assert her dominance—she’s the more experienced campaigner when it comes to crime in this city—but something is stopping her from doing so. "What's your secret, darling?"

"Secret?" I ask innocently, trailing a teasing finger down her neck.

"Y-you're... doing something to me... to this city..."

I smile wickedly. "Come now, my dear, I know we're villains but you can't expect me to reveal all my wicked plans on a first date..." I nibble at her neck and flare her arousal.

"Gahh... Very well, tonight, we have fun. But the others will notice I've changed."

"Others?" I ask, partially unzipping her catsuit and continuing to raise her attraction and submission.

She whines in mounting desire. "You're not the only gal in town who runs heists... and the boys! Such pretty, muscular boys..."

"Hmm, I suppose they will. But you've joined teams before for a while, haven't you? We could be partners." I free her breasts and bend down to take her nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it as I flood her with near-orgasmic pleasure and still increasing desire to be trapped and bound.

Her legs slowly slide apart. "Your pussy cat..." she sighs, aching for release.

"Good kitty," I reply, and give her another rush of pleasure. "But we're here, which means you get your second-to-last choice of the evening. Zip up and follow me in and we continue to have fun..." I reward that concept with pleasure and desire. "Or you can be on your way and stay free." I give her a burst of disappointment and disgust at that thought.

She hesitates, just for a moment, but there's really no contest. Telling her that she’s in control, that she wants this, so she’s making the choice herself, she nods, and zips up, then follows me out of the car.

I lead her up to my bedroom, and then hold out my hand. "Your whip, please," I say with a wicked grin that I accompany with a pulse of desire.

Her hesitancy battles her growing desire to obey. “You’ll keep it safe? I’ll need it back.”

"Of course!" I grin a moment before my expression turns serious and my voice commanding. "Now strip and get on the bed." I give her another rush of pleasure and submission.

She jumps onto the bed, on all fours, then stands and slowly removes her catsuit, before tossing it aside.

"That's a good kitty," I say, giving her more pleasure and submission. "Lie on your back, hands above your head."

She leans backwards, slinking gracefully onto her back, as ordered.

Using her whip as an improvised rope, I tie it quickly around her wrists and then the headposts. It wouldn't hold if she really tried, but it should be enough to at least require an effort. "It seems now you're my prisoner..." I tease, running my fingertips lightly over her belly and giving her the most intense rush of desire yet.

She makes an exaggerated shocked face, then grins, slyly. “Oh dearie dearie me…”

I tease and stroke her breasts, kissing down her neck, reveling in her helplessness to resist my power. "In more ways than one," I purr into her ears. "You know your mind is even more in my trap than your body..." I give her more pleasure, submission, desire.

“Wh-what do you mean?” She wavers, caught between pleasure and fear.

I stand over her , swaying, slowly peeling off my own costume while I amplify her desire and arousal. "As you said, I'm doing something to you. I'm making you want this, making you enjoy it, and if you don't escape, I'm going to keep doing it until you are my new, utterly devoted… submissive… pet." I punctuate each of the last three words with bursts of pleasure and desire, the last just barely this side of a full orgasm. "That's your final choice of the night: break free of your bonds and walk away, or stay in them and become one of my Birds of Praise." Now naked, I kneel straddling her and then lick and kiss my way down her taut belly while stroking up her thighs, meeting—but not yet touching—at her pussy.

She can’t tear her eyes away from my gorgeous body. It’s too much. She’s barely listening to the choice I offer her—her fate is sealed. “Praise…” she whimpers, struggling and bucking at the restraints, but not really wanting to escape.

"That's my good little pet pussy," I murmur, parting her folds with my tongue as I flood her with orgasmic pleasure and intense submission.

“Ffffffuuucckkkk…” She feels like her brain is melting with pleasure, spinning out of control as my influence floods her mind. Nothing else matters but my control, my pleasure, my dominance.

Straightening up, I slide my hard dick into her wet cunt, continuing the ever-increasing flood of pleasure and submission. "Mine now," I whisper, pinning down her arms as I fuck into her. "My obedient slave, my fuckpet, my helpless, owned pussy. You'll cum when I call and do as I please..."

I fuck her hard and fast, drawing the overwhelming pleasure and submission out of her. "Cum for me, my sweet little sex-kitten," I order her, and then cum, filling her.

"Mmmmmm... yesssssss..." She widens her legs even more, her acrobatic skill coming into play, and almost melts into the bed as she cums.

In the afterglow, I scratch gently from the top of her head, down her spine. "Well, my pet, I look forward to you teaching me and the other Birds of Praise how to be a successful thief in Chelmerton... Also, you mentioned some goggles you took from the Quizmaster?"

"Gladly, my Queen.” I didn’t have to teach her that, but I definitely reward it. The goggles are a neat trick, really. I don't have them with me now, but... well, for anyone who gets in your way, let's just say it'd be a useful... distraction if you're otherwise tied up..." The innuendo lingers in the air.

I smile. "Interesting... I can definitely see uses in that when I'm not around to provide the distraction." I kiss her deeply. "Rest, now. Tomorrow, we plan our next heist. I'll be looking forward to your input."

She nods, smiling serenely, purring, and soon falls asleep.