NAME_1 geschichte weiter: "It was a fitting punishment that even caught the Institution off guard when presented. 

NAME_2 was an expert cat burglar. No one even knew who she was despite making robberies across the nation. She made sure there was no connections. In total she made off with more than two hundred million dollars in jewels, priceless artifacts and paintings from mansions, safe houses and even banks. But all of her crimes came to a head when she decided to rob from a ex-Handler. A Mistress. For a painting worth a hundred and fifty million dollars. After this job, NAME_2 would finally have enough to consider herself retired.  

She’d been through every known booby trap and alarm system their was, but she never expected anything like a Handler was capable of. But how could she have known. When you build a nasty career as a Mistress Handler, you end up making a lot of enemies. NAME_2 didn’t make it passed the first room before she tripped a hidden silent alarm and was caught in one of the Mistress’s booby traps that kept her tied up until the authorities arrived. 

She was quickly assessed as the famous cat burglar, but instead of being offered to the Institution as punishment, the Mistress herself decided to take her into her own custody. The judge and even Institution officials were hesitant, but since it happened on her property, she got most of the stolen artwork back and NAME_2 was trying to steal her painting, she had more than enough leverage to convince them. 

“I offer you this ultimatum. Either serve me for two years or become their slave for a lifetime.” 

NAME_2 thought this was all too easy. She wasn’t getting trained in the Warehouse and all she had to do was make it two years. But she never knew how much she underestimated the skill set of this retired Mistress. 

The Mistress wasted no time the next day in leading NAME_2 to where she’d be spending most of her alternate sentence. After waking NAME_2 up nice and early, The Mistress brought her to her own personal art gallery. She lead her passed a curtain and down a long hallway, a different part of the exhibit. For “special clientele” said the Mistress. They walked until they reached the other side. NAME_2 was shocked to see other women already there. All tied up and in different positions. Some pleasuring others. NAME_2’s gaze saw a woman who was wrapped in Latex, squirming, whimpering through her gag, a slight buzzing sound heard. 

The Mistress leaned in and whispered into NAME_2’s ear, “Don’t worry, they’re all well taken care of. So sh