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Intruder Gets Pegged - A First Time Femdom Erotica Short Story
(Scarlett Steele)

My friends warned me when I leased the flat on the east side of the city. "Too many shady characters over there. Better have good locks," they said. Someone breaking into my flat isn't something I really worried about until my neighbor had her jewelry box stolen.



"The bastard took off with my graduation ring and my grandmother's diamond and pearl broach. I am sick over it. Who would do such a thing?" Sabrina asked.



I shrugged because it had never happened to me. "Do you have renter's insurance?" I asked.



"Oh Jenny, I didn't even consider that. I believe it's Van Smith from up the street. I've seen him lurking around when he thinks no one is watching," Sabrina said.



"Van Smith?" I asked. I know Van, he's a tall good-looking man, but he has shifty eyes. He seemed like a quiet type. He acted like he's a gift to women. I've seen him with different women at the Pierced club. 



"Yeah, watch out for that guy. He's bad news," Sabrina said as she left my flat.



Van Smith has a new thing coming if he tries to break into my flat. The more I thought about it the madder I became. I mulled over a plan in my mind to get back at the guy if I ever caught him breaking into my place. But before I could properly prepare I had to go to work at the boutique on the corner.



When I got off work that afternoon I enjoyed the walk in the dusk of the day, the last rays of the sun warmed the air, but the air in the shadows sent a chill straight through me. I rounded the corner to my flat and was startled when who but Van Smith came walking from behind, his face flushed and he walked fast trotting across the street before I reached my driveway. I squinted in his direction, his footing fast as he disappeared inside his flat.



"Hmm," I said as I quickened my pace and entered my home, the locks securely in place. I made a bee line to the back door and discovered the lock partially opened, but he didn't come in. Shaking my head, I shut the door securely and decided it was time to put my plan into action. Mr. Van Smith needed to be taught a lesson he'll never forget.



I sat at my computer and typed in what I was contemplating. After two hours of research a plan came together that put a weird smile on my face. I winced when I realized how sadistic I could think if I carried through with this plan. Maybe there's a wicked person lurking inside of me? Maybe it's people like Van Smith that brings out the worst sadistic nature in others. Whatever the case I shrugged as I plucked my credit card from my wallet and placed a big order. Smiling, I looked forward to bringing the plan to fruition if the bastard breaks into my home.