“Hello, Mistress I-I well, I don't know how to ask this, but do you kidnap
people?” the caller asked.
“The simple answer is no, we do not. I am a dominatrix as you know, Nancy. Now,
when would you like to come and be punished for such a ridiculous suggestion?”
“Sorry, Mistress, but I have this scenario I would like you to carry out
for me.”
“Oh, a scenario. Hey, hence the kidnap, well, yes, that is possible but not
in real life. We don't do that, just in a scenario,” she told him.
“I want you to do it for me, please, kidnap me and torture me. I’ve been a
very bad boy and need punishing.”
“Just how bad?” she asked.
“Very bad; I cheated on my wife. She doesn't know, but I feel guilty about
it. I didn't mean to, but, well, it just happened.”
“I see, that is very bad, isn't it? I mean, I am female and I feel the pain
your wife would feel at being cheated. As a female she should be held in the
highest esteem, shouldn't she?” the woman asked, forcefully.
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“Is not visiting me cheating on your wife to some degree?” He was under her
spell so she knew she could ask such a question and not push him away.
“N-No, we don’t have sex and it’s because of you I’ve not strayed in the
past, but she asked me to be tied down while she used me. It was an offer I
just couldn't refuse.”
“Well slave, I am lost for words to put it bluntly. You cheat on your wife
by having intercourse with another woman and to compound it you cheat on me! Having
another woman tie you up where have I failed? How have I failed? Obviously my
controls are not severe enough, are they, slave?”
“You, you do an excellent job; it was not a failing on your part, Mistress.
It was my weakness that failed,” he said meekly.
“I am very, very disappointed in you. Here I am trying to help you control
your urges, keep your desires under control and you go on the rampage, screwing
any tart you see,” she said forcefully, grossly exaggerating his words
deliberately.
“W-will you do this for me?”
“Let me see. Why should I please you when you failed? If I do, it will hurt.
I will have to punish you severely, then again I am not sure I want to see you
again after you cheated on me, you, you…” she said and paused.
“Please, Mistress I know I’m soft and don't like pain, but I will take six
strokes of the cane to appease your disappointment in me.”
“I have a free evening on Thursday. I will kidnap you and punish you
severely. Six strokes will be the introduction to your pain. I have a meeting I
need to attend and I need a prop, shall we say? It again is a scenario I have
been asked to play out. If you agree to be my prop, then I will not charge you
this time, but you must realize that it needs to be played out effectively. Now
how much pain can you take? Am I asking too much of you? Perhaps I should tell
your wife instead.”
“I-I’m not the toughest of guys but, I’m not that weak either, so I agree.
Please don't tell my wife!”
“Not that weak, not that weak, you are pathetic. Who is it that screwed the
tart, me?” she demanded.
“N-No Mistress, I am the weak one,” he admitted and she smiled. Her plans
always seemed to have a way of working.
“Be in your shop after work, we will collect you. I will tell you the
scenario, yours is no good.”
“Bev, what have you just done? The first meeting of the gang is on
Thursday,” said Carol.
“Yes, I know. As I told you, I need to frighten them, make them wary of me,
a male hanging by his wrists with red marks on his body and my word about what
has happened to him and they will be wary. Trust me, now I need a reason, a
good one, and don't forget your part in this,” said Ann.
She walked away, her hand to her chin in thought as she tried to find a
good enough reason to have him hanging there.
“Shall I bring the make-up?” Carol asked.
“Yes, but there will be red lines on his body and a battery, electrodes. We
will wire his balls up. Oh and don’t forget the butt plug, we don’t want any
nasty accidents, do we?” Ann asked, smiling a knowing smile at Carol.
Thursday evening arrived and the two women went to his shop. As they
entered, they smiled at him and then followed him into the back, after asking
for a watch he had repaired for Ann. He was a watch repairer and they had left
one earlier in the week to give them an excuse, it was faulty, so as not to
alert him.
He was excited, this was his dream and his love, his Mistress, was about to
carry it out, for him, or was she? Was it just the repaired watch she had come
for?
He saw her enter and smiled, bowing his head to look at the watch he had in
front of him, replacing the battery.
“There you go, Madam, good as new, five dollars please,” he asked, handing
back the watch.
“Hello, your watch is ready, I'll get it for you in a moment, Madam,” he
said to Ann as per normal. The woman handed over the money and thanked him,
turned and left as he looked at Ann. His
faced showed the anticipation, yet there was a frown, a question. Was this to
be the kidnap, or just to collect the watch?
Once he had been paid, he turned and went in to the back. Carol waited till
he passed through the curtain door then closed and locked his shop door, whilst
Ann went into the back and grabbed him, her hand over his mouth. A moment later
Carol entered, he struggled, playing the game, but not that much, she did have
a very good hold of him, but it made it more authentic if he did.
They were good, each knowing what to do to complement the other. a moment
later and if it had been real, the outcome would have been the same. Ann, her
hand over his mouth, the other wrapped around him, was pushing him down, whilst
Carol put handcuffs on him pulling his hands behind his back as she did so. He
was not very capable or strong, for these ladies it was easy. Carol hit him
behind his knee with hers and he went down. The hand over his mouth moved and
an acrid tasting cloth was pushed in his mouth, tape put over the top. He was
blindfolded and then they opened the back door and bundled him into a van they
had parked in his yard. Carol had the key to the gate; he had given it to her a
couple of years earlier when he hoped they would kidnap him. There was a hill
down to his shop and Carol used this to reverse into the yard silently,
Now with him lying on the floor in the back, Ann went back into the shop
and closed it up, locking the doors, whilst Carol tied his ankles and hog tied
him in readiness for Ann's return, then put the belts over his body, fastened
to the net, then hauled him off the floor suspended in the net, tied and fixed
in place for the journey.
This was exciting for him, they had done just as he expected. As they drove
to wherever they were taking him, he mused about the fear he felt, yet there
was anticipation, excitement. The feeling of security, held so firmly, swinging
there as the van took the corners, yet he was anxious. How far would she go,
would it hurt a lot? He had been very naughty and although a lot would be
playing the game, she was also angry at him so would she really hurt him?
It was not the direction they took to his Mistress's dungeon. When leaving
the back street to his place, they needed to turn left for her dungeon and they
had turned right, they were heading out of town, not into it.
This just got more and more exciting. His Mistress was a very attractive
woman in her black leather cat suit, she was adorable, her firm breasts pushing
against the shining black leather, her crotch defined against the tight cat
suit that hugged her form so tightly. Thigh length black leather boots, you
could see your face in, the shine that deep and the elbow length black leather
gloves completed the appearance.
Today she was not in her uniform, being outside in the street, but he hoped
she would put it on later, when she was playing with him.
Her scent was also appealing, sweet, yet with an acrid, no that is not
correct, powerful essence, like an aphrodisiac. If it wasn't an aphrodisiac, it
was to him. Her make-up today was very appealing; unlike the usual make-up she
wore when attending to him. Then it was dark, mysterious, her jet-black hair
tied back in a bun, she looked evil, yet she had that sweet touch. She knew
exactly how to entice and be commanding at the same time. Was he infatuated
with her, or in fear of her? He couldn't decide; she invoked both qualities.
If he was good, took a little extra pain, or managed to escape from the
bondage she had put him in, then she would be kind and give him hand relief,
but never fuck him, that was not part of the arrangement, just to dominate him
and bring some relief from his frustrations. The normal was for him to kneel
before her, rubbing his cock until he shot his cum into a pot. She would take
the pot and put it under a microscope, counting the sperm, so she said.
“What can we expect from such a small member, very low, too little to be of
any use, isn't it, slave?” she would ask him a final insult to demean him, then
a kiss on the cheek, a smile and he would be escorted to the door.
The van stopped, waking him from his dreams and then starting up again. The
driver got out when it stopped, then they moved off again and stopped. Where
were they, a traffic jam? No, why did the driver get out? To see what the
holdup was… no that was not it. The van started again and then stopped again
and the driver got out again, he lay in the back trussed up, gagged,
blindfolded and suspended. She always
did do things properly. This was just like he imagined a kidnap would be, apart
from being suspended, why had they done that? She was careful, thoughtful, was
it to stop him being thrown about in the back as they cornered? He wouldn't
have put it past her to think about that, to stop him being hurt and bruised.
The van started again and stopped, but now the engine noise was different;
it seemed to echo. He felt, sensed that they were indoors, a warehouse perhaps?
She did have a lot of contacts, friends. Had she borrowed a warehouse? Wow,
what excitement. There would be pain, he accepted that, but within his limits,
there was also the safe word he could use if necessary. He felt his dick
beginning to rise with the excitement, the anticipation.
The back doors opened and his companion got out, they lowered him and
dragged him to the doors, then carried him out.
They untied his knees and the hog tie and then began to undress him,
pulling his pants down to his ankles and unbuttoning his shirt down to his wrists.
They retied his knees and untied his ankles and stripped him completely, before
retying his ankles and then leaving him on a cold stone floor, naked.
They had worked in silence, they knew what each had to do. It had a sense
of military precision about it. He heard chains rattling, as if being pulled
through a pulley and then they lifted him up, untied his hands and retied them
in front of him, he felt the cold of a steel hook going between his wrists and
then his hands being pulled up and up and up until his toes, just his toes,
rested on the stone floor.
That was when his Mistress removed the blindfold and gag, He looked at her,
there she was, his Aphrodite, clad in her dungeon attire, the long ankle length
dress she had worn into his shop had hidden her clothes of pain and desire. He
admitted to himself as he gazed at her, he desired her, being out of reach to
him just made his desire all the more fervent.
“Slave, why are we here? Is it because you betrayed me? I have taken into
account that you betrayed your wife six times this year alone which will not be
tolerated. Why did you marry her to have your children without an emotional
attachment? Is she just a body to fuck like a drill, a tool to be used, to bore
into a hole? ‘I want a fuck, get your knickers off,’ is that all she is to
you?” his Mistress demanded.
“N-no, Mistress, I do love her, but, well, I mean,” he mumbled.
“Spit it out, man, what is she, a blob of flesh lying on her back, her legs
open, waiting for your - ha, I was going say dick, but just look at it, a
pathetic excuse for a dick, isn't it?” she demanded, raising her voice.
“Y-yes, I-I thought that by coming to you it would help me, help control my
urges,” he said.
“Oh, so you blame me, for your failings, do you?”
“Oh, no, no, I-I didn't mean it like that,” he said, more of a wail.
“In what way did you mean it, that I am not severe enough? That can be
attended to right away, very easily. Now we come to the other indiscretion,
don't we?” She moved in close, threatening. “You not only cheated on your wife,
you cheated on me, didn't you? You worthless piece of shit!”
“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he said hanging his head.
“Mrs. Jones, for the want of a name, is entitled to her revenge, isn't she,
which I dole out for her, but if that is the case, then how much additional
pain do you have to take to compensate me? Now, am I less valuable or more
valuable? Do I deserve a greater penalty, or less of a penalty for your
weakness, more or less pain? Personally,” she said, closing in on him
uncomfortably, “I think I’m worth more, because I’m not using enough force to
control you. So instead of a minor pain shall we try severe to agonizing pain,
to see if that works?”
“I-I-I, won't, I won't do it again,” he said, feigning fear, he knew the
safe word and she observed it.
“No, you won't, because I am going to make you endure excruciating pain. We
haven’t tried electrical shock treatment yet, have we? Psychiatrists used it in
the fifties to treat mental illness; they attached electrodes to the head and
gave their victims a shock. Your head is not the problem, is it? You dick is,
so that is where I will treat your malady.”
They put some red goo on his nipples and to each side and then around his
genitals and his Mistress pushed a probe up his urethra. He squirmed, it was
uncomfortable, slightly painful, and then a cap went over the end of his cock
and she put tape over it and down his cock, fixing it in place. A wire ran
between his legs and he felt her inserting a butt plug, he moaned as it
entered, it was large, the biggest she had ever pushed up his arse and again
she put tape over it to hold it in place. Then she took the two wires and
plugged them into a box and switched it on. Slowly she upped the dial, watching
him as the power of the current increased. He moaned and moaned and then
twitched, just a little more power and he cried out.
“Slave, in a moment several friends will be arriving, I can't let you see
them or hear what is said, but to avoid having to pay me, you will scream when
I shock you, if not, then I will make you scream. The dial is set at two, it
goes up to ten, five times the pain I have given you. Now do you think that
will make you scream? I do, avoid it by screaming. Let's give it a try, shall
we?” she asked him and pressed the button. He screamed and she smiled.
“Good. It appears I won’t have to increase the power, shame. The other
thing is I need you to hang about whilst we have a chat, my friend here will
put a box under your feet whilst we talk, but it will be removed prior to the
shock when I need you to scream. Don't fail me like you do your wife and who
was the trollop you cheated on me with?”
“Oh, oh no, I-I would never do that, Mistress, that was, well, cheating on
my wife has become a weak excuse, can we say, so I thought that cheating on you
would be more, err, well, err, serious, to, to encourage you to, to kidnap me.”
“Slave, if I find out you’ve cheated on me, and believe me I will, then
this won’t be a play scenario. Do we understand each other?”
“Y-Yes, yes, we do I-I would never, no never cheat on you, Mistress,” he
said.
“Me thinks he protesteth too much,” his Mistress's companion said.
“I have to agree, up the current just a bit, like four settings from two to
six,” she said and smiled at him. “Don't worry, you won’t need to fake the
screams now.”
Her companion, Carol, someone he had never met, but accepted that it would
need two of them to kidnap him, removed her panties in front of him, hiding her
clit with her skirt from his view, and stuffed them in his mouth. He liked his
mistress to do that, but he was being punished, so it wasn't her tasty panties
that were used. She put the tape over the top and then blindfolded him. A box
was placed under his feet and ear muffs over his ears.
He hung there in his own world, devoid of external stimulation. It was not
comfortable. He regretted cheating on her, he knew she knew he had, this was
bad.
She wouldn't cause him too much pain, he would scream for her, she would
not need to increase the power to make him scream. What if she knew about him
cheating on her? She seemed to have eyes everywhere, did she know already?
Now he was feeling anxious, but couldn't do anything about it, both women
knew exactly what they were doing, he was held, and held securely. He just had to
hope that she had some mercy and would forgive him. The woman he had visited
wasn't as good as she was, even if the session ended with a fuck, like the
other times he hoped she didn't know about, he had made a mistake going
elsewhere and now regretted it.
Ann had been hurt when she heard that he had been elsewhere, but he had
come back to her. She also knew that the other dominatrix offered sex, which
she did not, so was that the reason? If it was, she was not about to change,
she would rather lose him than fuck him. Then again he came back and told her,
he had admitted it, wasn't that in itself a compliment, that she was the best?
She had him, the occasional stray was inevitable, the grass always appears
greener, but rarely is and he came back, she had consoled herself.
She would make sure that he didn't stray again; she was going to take him
to his limits and slightly beyond, push him. She smiled, his head had already
dropped as she had expected, as his own thoughts pervaded his mind about how he
had cheated on her and the shame, guilt was building up, she decided that he
would make an excellent prop for her scheme.
Now hidden from view in a dark corner, awaiting her attentions which he
knew would be later, he felt fear rising, yet anticipation of her attentions to
him and the knowledge that she knew his limits, and would not exceed them. Yet
she did have an angry look in her eye, so his fear rose steadily.