Revenge Chapter 1

This story takes a little setup, but I think it will be worth it.

Ch. 1, Flashback.

I was blindfolded, naked and wearing specialized ankle and waist straps of my own design. The strangeness of the situation almost caused me to chuckle out loud, but I did not want to give the beautiful and bound lady any clues to what was really going on. As I waited in the dark for her to wake up, I spent my time reviewing the events that led me to this hopefully rewarding situation.
I was a fairly wealthy individual, mostly because of the time spent focused on programming and electronics in school, since I had such bad luck with the ladies. My first attempt at dating when I was about 15 really messed me up, and since then I could hardly talk to attractive women. Even through college I devoted my time to my major of engineering instead of women. This of course explained why I was still a virgin at 24, but hopefully that would change soon. About two months ago I returned to my Manhattan apartment, to find two rather expensive pieces of artwork missing from my walls. I only spent about 25% of my time in town, the rest out in the country, so I had a pretty good alarm system, which I had just turned off. Whoever had stolen the pictures had not only bypassed my security system, they had turned it back on when they left!
I immediately called the cops of course, and when they came to investigate, I was left with a feeling of anger and resignation. They found no fingerprints, the video surveillance had been erased from the hard drive, and they said it was unlikely they would ever catch the thief. It was a couple of hours after they left that I saw the teddy bear on the mantle, which gave me a spark of hope. Before I had the security system installed, I had a dog sitter come to walk my beagle when I was away on short trips. To make sure the young lady that walked my dog was being trustworthy, I had bought a cheap nanny-cam that was inside the teddy bear. It had its own storage system, and was keyed on motion detection, so maybe I had something to give the police a chance after all!

I had quickly setup my laptop and connected to the storage system, and reviewed the few video entries for the last couple of days. The video showed a fairly small person in sweat pants and a hoody, walking around inspecting my artwork. When the next video clip showed the person walking out with my favorite Andy Warhol print, I finally got a look at the face, and my jaw dropped in surprise. The face I saw under the gray hoody was almost certainly that of a beautiful young brunette that I saw fairly often, although I of course had not talked with her because of my problem with women. She lived one floor beneath my apartment, and had borrowed a couple of eggs from me for a baking project about 2 weeks previously. I remember blushing when she smiled and said hi when I opened the door, and getting totally tongue tied when she tried to make conversation. She was amazingly beautiful, with full lips, bright green eyes, and a body that distracted me so much I had a hard time carrying the eggs back out to give her. Her name came to me suddenly, I think it was Tess. She must have checked out my artwork when I went into the kitchen. My surprise quickly turned to anger, mixed with some other emotions, so I almost called the cops back to give them the tape. I was not sure the tape would be able to prove it was her though, since the resolution was not that great. Looking at her face on my laptop, and remembering how amazing she looked gave me the beginnings of an idea.

That is how I ended up blindfolded in the special room at my ranch. I had hired a private eye who I had been told by a good friend could ‘get things done’ and had him check out the brunette who had ripped me off. While he was doing that, I developed my plan and put it into motion. I spent some time at my ranch, converting the big basement in the house into this special room, and built the electronics I would need. I had setup a laptop and written a program to release different locks under certain circumstances. When I was done, I called the P.I., and was told she was apparently a very successful thief, who had no record, and only been talked to by the cops once a few years previously, but never charged. She was only 22 years old, so whomever she had learned her art from had obviously been a good teacher. Her name was Alberta Johnson, not Tess, so either it was a nickname, or an alias. With a name like Alberta, maybe it was a nickname. I decided she needed to pay for her crimes, and since the painting was almost certainly long gone, I might as well get rid of my virginity problem at the same time. I knew I could not simply confront her, I would be almost unable to talk. Therefore I put my plan into motion. I had the P.I. drug some food in her apartment, and deliver her to my car about 3:00 in the morning. I had to pay $25 grand to get it done, and only after disclosing enough of my plan that the P.I. was convinced I was not going to kill her or something.
When she was delivered to my car, I drove carefully out to the country to the ranch, and carried her to the room. I took off all her clothes, and admired her unconscious body for a few moments. Her ass was amazing, round, smooth and muscular. Her breasts were about average size, but looked large on her since she was probably about 5’ 1”.