She couldn't believe her luck when her eyes caught the article in the weekend edition of the Times. In big, bold heavy print, the words read: CONTROVERSIAL VISIT OF SHAMELESS LORD.Naturally, the title referred to the widely well known eccentric billionaire, Tommy Flanigan, who had acquired his "shame" by using his status to lure and seduce some of the world's most beautiful women. After winning an unfortunate victim into his plush velvet-coloured bed sheets, he would soon tire of them and, once again, use his power and wealth to procure another naive young starlet whilst stemming all possibility of his former conquest bringing serious charges to his reputation. As such, his infamous profile was the very fabric of his weapon in his continuous quest for female seduction.With slow accuracy, Felicia cleanly tore out the article, which surprisingly gave out details of the Lord's location whilst on his business trip to the British Isles. With that in her pocket, she commenced her laborious yet efficient research into the plan that would secure another million or so into her already bulging bank balance. Felicia Kenrick was a Cat Burglar and a damn good one at that. Her schemes were devised with such accuracy and foresight that they would have impressed a chess master and it was this talent, for being constructive, intelligent, and anticipative of consequent events, that earned her the title of "The Shadowless Cat". She was one of the very few Cat Burglars who would dare to enter a victim's bedroom whilst the victim was soundly asleep and succeed in stealing away her prize(s) under their softly sounding noses. She was also the only "shadow" who would have the boldness to raid her victim's lair without ever wearing some kind of facial disguise whether this was a mask, a stocking, or a hood. Such was her self-belief in her own abilities that made her into such a desirable catch for the yard. Her trademark was very well known: a red rose on her victim's chest and, more poignant, the mark of her red lips on the victim's left cheek. Felicia Kenrick was certainly a colourful character who left many a wealthy bachelor without their wealth the morning after and, instead, a longing for her return to continue the act which had been started by her intimate kiss on the cheek. Little did the playboy Lord know then, that someone was about to bring retribution for all the crimes that he'd committed against his victims, and that this would involve him begging for release.
The grounds of the Surrey Hunting lodge was laid out in an oval fashion that spread out to join the woodlands. At roughly an hour after midnight, Felicia parked her car at the rim where the lush grounds met the dark trees. She was dressed in her familiar tight fitting black lycra catsuit which cast off an eerie shine against the sharp glow of the moon that, for some reason, was particularly bright that night. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up with a silk band and fell all the way down to her back. Over her black, shiny catsuit, she wore black, patent leather gloves that reached to her upper arms. Unbeknownst to anyone, Felicia had a great fascination for keeping her gloves in sparkling condition and, before any job, she would spend a great length of time making sure that they would shine and sparkle by waxing them with special Carnauba based polish. She was also careful that they maintained a good degree of gripping texture as was required for her athletic feats in entering her victim's property. Carnauba extract provided this dual function and she made full use of it. She paid similar attention to her knee-length patent leather lace-up boots, polishing them to a powerful gleam finish until she could hear the creak of the leather. The laces were entwined through bright silver notches that ran from the top of the soles up to the knees where they ended up in a knot that left the long remaining lace ends hanging down the front. This ferocious need for physical perfection was something that Felicia pursued as part of her confidence that she was the best in the game.With an agility that would have impressed a leopard, Felicia quickly made her way across the open green towards the mansion that stood inside the surrounding brick walls. Since there weren't any trees next to any of the walls, she had to get over them by using a rope attached to a grasping hook. Approaching an area of the wall that wasn't covered by the gates's security camera, she brought out the rope and hook and, with one deft throw, it was over the wall and secured. Once over she maintained a strategic position being mindful to remain where the moon cast it's shadow thereby avoiding detection by the guard, who sat by the main entrance. Quietly, she tiptoed over to the vicinity of the guard who sat with his legs on the table watching his television. She then produced a cloth from her bag and soaked it with a generous quantity of chloroform. The guard never even heard her coming as she took him from behind. In one motion, she covered his nose and mouth with the cloth and, with her other gloved hand, groped his genitals forcing the guard to take a sharp intake of breath. For the first few seconds, the guard attempted to fight and Felicia's grip on his genitals tightened causing him to breath in once more. This resulted in his sudden lapse of strength as the chloroform took its full effect and the guard fell limply into her firm hold. Felicia smiled as she tied him up and placed a piece of duck tape across his mouth. Men were just too easy to overpower in her opinion. Just one good grope on their testicles and they would have no choice but to surrender. She'd learnt this in the days when she'd started out as a petty thief, mugging vulnerable wealthy men who were making their way home from a late night out. None would see or hear her coming as she knocked them out using her magic potion, as she called it, and reducing the time of struggle by targeting their weakness with her black leather gloved hands.She took a little moment to admire the sight of the incapacitated guard, who sat helplessly bound and gagged, and she was sorely tempted to plant her trademark on his red cheeks. But no, the mark would be saved for her main target who, at this moment, still remained a challenge for her to tackle. However, she did not leave without a little squeeze on his genitals that produced an involuntary twitch from his otherwise temporarily paralysed body. With a smile of satisfaction, she proceeded to break into the mansion. Actually getting into the house did not present a serious problem for Felicia. All the windows were wired to the central alarm so all she had to do was snip the wire just inside her chosen point of entry. The hard part was being able to avoid the infrared beams that criss-crossed all over the house and, for that obstacle, she'd brought along her infrared goggles. With her acrobatic skills she it was a cinch dancing her way past the beams, and she targeted the main study.It was lucky that she'd managed to procure a copy of the mansion's layout from its rightful owner who, having fallen for her ladylike charms, really couldn't refuse her anything especially after she skilfully hypnotised him in his hotel bedroom. The mixture of strong wine and the soft lull of her crisp Southern accent drove the poor old fellow to a state where he would've done anything to acquire her constant attention. Personally, Felicia thought that it was the sight of her long red satin gloves that did the trick. Throughout the time that she spent with him, starting from when she made her approach until the inevitable moment when she had complete control of his abilities and thought, he just could not keep his eyes away from her gloved fingers. A glance here, a glance there, she knew that he was hooked. Cruelly, she had made sure of his weakness by making frequent hand gestures whenever the opportunity arose. Each flex of her red fingers had captured the old man's eyes as he desperately tried to maintain his air of posh mannerisms. She also made certain to touch his hand whenever possible and, judging by the way his eyes would suddenly widened ever so slightly, she knew that each touch sent shivers up his spine not to mention his manhood. Her method of hypnotic extraction was somewhat different to what she was usually accustomed to using. Having the whole night to tease and torment the helplessly infatuated elderly gentleman, she took the chance to give him something in return for what she was stealing from him. Once inside his top floor suite, she slowly reached behind her shoulder with her right hand and gently took off her red silk sash from around her neck. She also turned her head to give her victim an impish glance and smile from under her dark eyelids so as to lure him into her web of desire. Naturally he followed her into the room and gazed fixedly at the way her satin covered arms swayed in rhythm to her graceful walk. In the middle of the room, she stopped and turned around abruptly to place both hands on his shoulders. The touch was smooth and deliberate as she proceeded to slooooowly undress him, piece by piece. First, his jacket, then his bow tie. And then, button by button, she undid his silk shirt as he stared open mouthed at her busy fingertips working in front of him. With his body exposed Felicia lent close and whispered, "Well Howard, it seems that I have you half undressed. Would you like me to take off the rest too?" The old man breathed in sharply with delightful anticipation as he stammered out the word, "Yes". And that was when he closed his eyes and moaned in response to the feeling of her smooth, silky satin-gloved hands on his chest, slowly drawing down, lovingly brushing against the light hairs. At the level of his nipples, she opened up her fingers and purposefully brushed them. Each successive brush of a finger caused his nipples to grow harder and harder until they became fully erect. Down her hands went and she knelt down before him to unclasp his belt. Soon the trousers came off, followed by his underpants. She took a step back to take a good, long look as he stood rooted at the spot, waiting for her to make the next move. When she didn't, he took a step forward only to be stopped by a hand on his chest."No, no, my dear little Howard, this is my game and you must play by my rules.", she said. She took him by the hand and led him to the king-sized bed whereupon she laid him down with a push of her hand. She then climbed slowly on top of him and moved her hands up his legs. Up they went, past the shins and knees, and then onto his quivering thighs. Whilst her fingers were touching the outer part of his thighs, her thumbs pressed firmly into the inner parts. And as they approached his manhood, his penis slowly grew fat and rose up vertically. Felicia smiled a wily smile when she saw this but did not touch his aroused organ. Instead, she took off her red satin dress and covered his face with it. When he took it off, she'd already undone her hair which now fell below her shoulders. The vision that he was faced with was absolutely divine. Never in his life had he imagined a beautiful blonde woman, wearing long, red satin gloves only, to be sexually teasing him. He boldly took hold of her breasts but she knocked them away and delivered a hard slap to his face to discourage any further display of insolence in the game where she was clearly in control. She then turned herself so that she was facing the same direction as he was, and sat on top of his mid-body. The feel of soft, naked skin on him was too much to bear and his penis grew positively enraged and quivered with such ferocity. He could not helped but reach up with his hands once more and laid them on her sides. Again, she knocked them off but this time she took a firm hold on his wrists, used her forefingers to locate the pressure points, and pressed down sharply. He screamed in agony and now lost temporary control of his hands. She then positioned herself so she was sitting on top of his mouth with her feet planted down on his arms in case his muscle control returned. Leaning forward, she moved her gloved hands down his body and onto his crotch. She could hear his muffled moans as her right hand enwrapped itself around his penis. Her left hand moved down to play with his testicles, and now his moans turned to screams as her fingers tickled his balls. Meanwhile, her other hand changed tact and played with the tip of the foreskin that covered his glans. The pleasure produced was so intense that, on a few occasions, he'd threatened to knock her off his face. Had he been a good few years younger he might have succeeded but at his age, there was no way he was able to overpower her. And on it went. For two solid hours, Felicia played with the old man's penis and his testicles as he tried desperately to thrash his way out from under her weight. Each time she spotted the imminent signs of ejaculation, she calmed him by squeezing hard on the shaft of his penis. For two hours, she had him pinned down like a helpless four-year old boy as he moaned and screamed under her playful fingers. At the end, she stopped toying with him altogether only because his struggles became more and more obscure. In the end, she did not even finish him off and though he was too exhausted to speak, she could see the painful disappointment in his eyes. With a cruel grin, she lent down so that her face was mere inches from his and said, "Now, you will give me something in return." With that, she stared hard into his eyes whilst laying her gloved hands onto his face. In his condition, it was not hard to place him under hypnosis. He revealed the details of the mansion's security systems and where each room was located. She also had him inform her of the type of safe that he kept and what his usual combination was. In the end, she commanded him to forget everything that had happened that night and sent him off into a nice long sleep.The main study was situated at the south-eastern corner of the spacious layout and it was there that the safe was kept. The combination that she'd been given was still effective and the safe's content was soon emptied. Felicia had decided that stealing his precious stones wasn't going to be the only crime that she'd commit this night. It was time to have her fun and she could barely wait as she headed for the master bedroom. Upon ascending the main stairway, it suddenly occurred to her that Flanigan would have his personal bodyguard outside his room. Her leaps of excitement reverted back to silent steps. Just before the corner, which led to the bedroom, Felicia stopped and peered around to see the guard sitting outside the door. He was uncharacteristically awake and alert, leaving her with some immediate planning to do. What she came up with took even her by surprise. With complete confidence, as if she had every right, Felicia rose up and proceeded round the corner and down the passageway towards the bedroom door. Her booted steps were deafened by the thick, red carpet but she knew there was a chance that the guard might hear her approach. Unfortunately, he was not quite alert enough and the last thing he felt, before slumping to the floor, was a sharp line of pain that hit him across the side of the neck. The blow knocked him out cold and, like the gate attendant, he was tied up and tape-gagged. From his pocket, Felicia took the key to the bedroom and slowly inserted it into the lock.Ever so quietly, so as not to wake her victim, she crept inside and locked the door. Flanigan was sound asleep in the massive king-size four-poster, and the sheets that covered him reflected the moonlight that shone in through the Victorian windows. Felicia surreptitiously sneaked over to the side of the bed and observed his breathing. So regular and peaceful. Well soon that was going to change. Once again, she took the chloroform but instead of soaking the rag, she poured some into her palm. She tightly covered his mouth with her gloved hand and his eyes shot wide open with surprise. For a brief second, his eyes met her's but the chloroform quickly took effect. His arousal from sleep ceased as soon as it started and he fell back into dreamland. She turned him over onto his back and tied his arms behind his back with a leather belt, giving him no chance to get them round to the front of his body. Then she turned him around again and put a blindfold over his eyes, and then dragged him onto the wooden floor. From her bag she brought out a bottle of smelling salts to wake him up. The groggy Flanigan was still in a daze when she brought out her cat nine tails. Slowly, she circled his sluggish body. Her large boot heels made dull but audible clicks on the wooden floor and all the time she circled him, looking down at his slowly recovering body, licking her lips at the anticipation of the game which she was about to enact. When he finally propped himself on his knees she stopped directly in front of him so he could see the front of her boots. Except he couldnĘt see them since he was still wearing the blindfold. The boots gave off a shiny reflection from the moonlight. The black, patent leather boots, with their four-inch heels, were centimetres away from his blindfolded face and still, she stood there without moving. It didn't take long for Flanigan to regain his sense of smell to realise that there was someone in front of him. Someone who was wearing leather. Quickly, he tried to back off but only succeeded in making himself fall over backwards. He cursed loudly when he fell onto his arms, and immediately rolled over so he could use his legs to stand himself up. Turning around frantically, he called out, "Who's there??!!!"R unning the lashes through her gloved hands, Felicia slowly began pacing the room once more. Flanigan followed the clicking noise of her boot heels and asked again, "Who the fuck are you?? What the fuck do you want??" Felicia took no notice of him and continued to walk on the cold, wooden floor. Judging by the way his head movements became increasingly agitated she knew that each boot click was making him more and more nervous. He continued to shout abuse hoping that he'd be able to frighten his stalker away or, at least, attract the his bodyguard's attention. When he realised that this course of action was leading him nowhere, he changed tact and began bribing her, telling her that he could give her anything she wanted because he was so rich. He went on and on about how he could strike a deal with her and that he'd keep quiet about the whole incident. But his bribery attempts were met with nothing but cold, hard clicks. And when this happened, he fell back into his raging abuse, about he would hunt her down and make her pay for what he was being made to endure. At that point, Felicia suddenly stepped towards him. Her hand, that was gripping the whiplash handle, swung back and, when she was close enough to him, swung it round again. Being the expert whipmistress that she was, she twisted her hip to add more force to her whip swing. The lash landed across his exposed chest, making an explosive cracking sound. He screamed as he moved back, the fire on his chest making his heart beat faster. Once again, he was faced with nothing except the slow rhythmic heel sounds that threatened to destroy his sanity. Moving around now in a random pattern, he shouted, "Who the fuck do you think you are?? You will fucking die for this!!!". And again Felicia moved in and whipped him, this time choosing his belly as her whip target. Flanigan continued to curse at his tormentor but each time, he was cruelly punished with a lashing on different parts of his body all except his genitals.By the eleventh whip stroke, he began shouting for his bodyguard and tried to find his way to the locked door. Felicia deliberately guided him to the door by whipping him from certain directions, almost like herding a lamb. At the door, he seized the chance to make his escape only to find it locked. Nevertheless, he continued to struggle with the handle since that was his only route of escape. Quite calmly, Felicia put away her cat nine tails whip and walked over to her frenzied victim. So absorbed was he in getting the damn door open that he didn't even hear her approach. She reached down between his legs from behind, and extended her arm forward so that her gloved hand was now directly beneath his genitals. Then she leaned forward next to his right ear and whispered, "Boo". At the same time, her black, leather gloved hand rose up and grabbed his scrotal sac, sending an invisible streak of lightning up through his entire body. Like a pig he squealed and instinctively, he tried to move away from the source of the electric stimulus. Of course, this meant that he moved backwards ū directly into the waiting embrace of his stalker. With her right hand still clutching his scrotum, her left hand wrapped over his mouth making him smell the freshly waxed leather glove. "MMmmmm!MMmmm!!!!", he went, his futile struggles being subdued by the gloved hand over his nose and mouth, and the tightening grip on his balls. The struggling soon became weaker when his air supply began to decrease. Before she let go of him, Felicia leaned in close and whispered, "So, tough guy, you think you can last this night huh? I sure hope you can ęcos this is just the tip of the iceberg". At this, she let him fall onto the floor and watched him regain his composure. She was not about to let this fun end so soon.Flanigan had eased himself up against the wall and was moving alongside it in a direction that, he hoped, was away from his invisible enemy. Without his blindfold, he might have stood half a chance in fighting off his assailant. As it was, he could not even tell where he was let alone avoid her. Felicia came up close again and said, in a clear, crisp voice, "Oooh, what large, fat nipples you have! All the better for pinching!!". With that, she took hold of his tits between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them hard, causing him to yelp out once again. He moved back reflexively but she moved with him and pinched his nipples again, this time pulling and twisting them at the same time. His yelps were noticeably louder than before and this time he could not escape her nipple pinches. He was completely at her mercy and she grinned with an expression of pure glee as her leather-gloved fingers continued to pinch and twist. Just as she judged his nipples to become desensitised, she let go and took hold of his face with one hand. With a sharp push, he fell onto the floor and winced as his bare ass hit the cold surface. This cruel game of "cat and mouse" continued for a long time. Each time he got to his feet, she would cause him to yelp out in agony or surprise. Her tortures would range from a gentle tickling of his scrotum, which drove him half-crazy with laughter since she would keep tickling him relentlessly, to a merciless groping of his balls that might sometimes be a simple massaging or, at other times, be a painful squeezing. Always he'd scream when the latter occurred but her other gloved hand would muffle his cries and intoxicate his senses with the rich leather odour. At the end, his testicles felt like they were ablaze and his nipples felt several inches longer.And now, the once-proud Flanigan was standing in a slumped position, his breathing ragged and his face completely flushed with exhaustion. Through all his pain and torture, Felicia was astounded to see his penis dripping small amounts of pre-cum. Obviously, her tender massaging was responsible for this. So, the little scumbag was enjoying this, was he? Well, he'll find the next treatment less enjoyable for sure. In her hand now, she held a mini stun prod that she used in cases of emergency. During the few occasions when she came up against an opponent who managed to subdue her, she relied on this handy weapon to secure her escape. One touch to ANY part of the body would render her opponent to jelly, no matter their size. This little toy was one of her favourites for reasons other than its effectiveness. She particularly enjoyed the way it crackled whenever she activated it. And right now, she was enjoying the very same crackle that generated the smell of ozone. As she walked closer and closer to Flanigan, he could hear the crackling sound getting louder and louder. Suddenly he started to panic and, in a small, tired voice that was a shadow of his earlier raging, he asked, "Hey, what's that?? What are you doing??". Felicia only grinned as she brought the gun close to his nose so he could smell the distinctive pungent odour of the ozone. His panic turned to cold fear that drove him to stumble away. His weak legs carried him halfway across the room before she caught him. When her left hand took hold of his shoulder, he gave out a cowardly scream. She rotated him around so that he faced her, and swung her other arm in a big circle. The stun prods came into contact with his testicles and 100 volts of electricity shot up his heavily nerved organs. Instead of yelping, he shouted out in pure shock as he leapt high off the ground. His fear now caught hold of his entire mind as he pleaded with her to stop. His begging might as well have been words of encouragement as she went in once more, this time taking a firm grip on his scrotum and placing the prods on the tip of his penis foreskin. His yelp turned into a bloodcurdling scream when she pressed the button. The fluorescent spark crackled on his sensitive glans, his pre-cum helping the electricity work its effect. She gripped his testicles for five seconds whilst his penis was electrocuted. Five long seconds after which he was a quivering mass of human jelly that now lay hunched on the floor.The time had now come for the finale and she put the stun gun away. Very gently, she turned Flanigan over onto his back, his tied arms still behind him. She placed her leather hands onto his belly and her nimble fingers pressed into his ribs. He still had enough strength to react to her tickling but there was no fight left within his wracked body to offer any form of real resistance. Her hands moved up to his nipples, gently playing with them and making them erect. To help this, she also manipulated them with the flick of her warm tongue. His reaction now turned to moans of faint ecstasy and she looked down at his groin. Sure enough, her ministrations on his upper body had produced the typical result in his manhood. His penis was already fat even before she electrocuted it but now it stood up vertically. With catlike grace, she turned herself around and sat down on his chest. With left hand pulling his foreskin down his shaft and right hand gently caressing his scrotal sac, she began jerking him off. Slowly, at first, she slid up and down his shaft, the black, shiny leather gloves taking a firm grip on his tender weakspot. Her testicular massage sometimes turned to ticklish teasing which increased his moaning and produced more pre-cum. Soon his breathing became faster and faster as he prepared to ejaculate. She continued for a few more seconds and, just before he shot his load, she took her leather hands off altogether. In fact, she rose off his body and went to retrieve her equipment. Flanigan pleaded pathetically for her to finish him off. In response, Felicia merely turned around and laughed at him, her mischievous blue eyes taking in the full view of the man that she had reduced this night.Flanigan's eyes lit up when she approached and knelt down in front of him. The expectation soon diminished when she placed the chloroform-soaked rag over his mouth making him lose all consciousness. From her rucksack, she took out a red rose and placed it on his naked chest. And then, she touched her ruby-red lips to his right cheek and left a firm imprint for the whole world to see.

Epilogue
That morning, Felicia Kenrick awoke still feeling somewhat aroused by last night's activities. Still in her silk dressing gown, she picked up the freshly delivered newspaper and sat down to drink some juice. The main heading read:PLAYBOY LORD ROBBED AND ABUSED Victim of the "Shadowless Cat"?The heading did not surprised her in the slightest and gave her such a horny feeling inside that she had to go and masturbate herself. Since coming back last night, she'd already pleasured herself a number of times as the memory of the cowering Flanigan lingered. The sight of her gloved hands manipulating his body sent thrills through her own and she promised that her next conquest would be very soon. After taking a shower, she set about polishing her gloves and boots. Whilst putting these away, she noticed her black, leather catsuit that hung next to the lycra catsuit she wore the previous night. She brought it out and polished it for the next time.