Jul 282009

Yesterday Harley emailed me to see if he could bring his session forward by a couple of weeks as the pressures of work meant he would have to wait to feel my touch.

No problem. Alas I didn’t have a session plan for him as I like to mull thoughts around in my mind gaining a direction in which to take the sub.

So after dressing him in a tight leather dress and making him scrub my floor on his hands and knees I idly threatened him with a ‘trip out’ one of his biggest fears and yet something he longs to experience. ‘You trust Mistress don’t you harley’? I enquired. Yes Mistress was the response he duly offered.

Back down to the dungeon and he was fully dresses in a black and white nuns habit, 4″ high stiletto boots and with eyes taped shut was led outside into the fresh air. Trembling all over under his habit, stocking tops pressed together and encased in chastity he was bundled into a waiting vehicle and driven away for the kidnap ride of his life.

Firstly we stopped at the shore side where fresh air chilled his naked body, tied up in a different position and firmly gagged he was securely transported to the country side where a thorough thrashing with various twigs and thistles raining down upon his bottom – which by this time boasted a large dildo.

It must have seemed an age before we stopped again this time to retie him in a different position to allow me to spank his nipples freely.

After going through the Macdonalds drive through with harley bound and gagged a mere 6 feet away from the cashier we then stopped on Morecambe sea front where after ‘lunch’ – some being hand fed to him before I allowed him to feed himself – I took pleasure in whipping the life out of him, abusing my Mistress hole and leaving  huge welts in his very red flesh.

It was joyous to hear how he sighed and groaned as I played with his body – clad in the underwear Mistress bought for him many months ago. I get such pleasure running my fingernails along the red buttocks of a helpless slave bound at my feet.  The best part of 5 hours at my mercy – I think that should keep his fetish smile in place for the next few weeks.

Jul 232009

Yesterday I had the pleasure of playing with Lucy – she is a tart and loves to arrive dressed in very feminine underwear and yesterday she excelled herself and arrived in a lacey net black dress and black fishnet stockings holding a black and white ribbed corset she had bought.

She travels from London to the depths of my dungeon so was feeling pretty naughty wearing her sexy attire – even though it was beneath her everyday clothes.

I wasted no time in accepting her gift of wine and pulling her into the tight, boned corset. She looked stunning as the finishing touches to her makeup were applied and the black wig put into place.

The photos make her look like a lusty secretary – oh how I wish I needed a PA!!!

She tried on and modelled several items of clothing before being bent over and cuffed to the cross, skirt pulled up and vibrator trust deep inside her. She enjoyed it so much that a punishing spank was needed… naughty girl.

The afternoon passed in a blur as she was dangled in the bondage net, nipples tortured and whipped before being spread eagled and aroused with the violet wand, hooded with the gas mask, fed rush to allow me to thrust in the biggest dildo you could imagine.

What a sight! So erotic, helpless, defiled, filled, used and totally completely and utterly taken……..

Jul 222009

Well my mind has stopped buzzing with all the twists and turns of the kidnapping, quite a come down really, I need to kidnap someone else to bring my mind to life and allow me to act out all of my kinky, dominant, sexy and naughty ideas.

I simply thrive on the realisation of completely controlling someone in an unfamiliar surrounding, hearing their quavering voice as the adrenaline flows through the body.

Snatching someone from broad daylight, hooding them and then keeping them literally in the dark, a prisoner, not having a clue what I look like until I decide to remove their hood is heavenly.

Forcing  a man into feminine clothing to be ridiculed, outdoor bondage, so many different twists ….!!!!! mmmmm

Any body interested in making it real let me know…..

Here are a few examples of kidnaps I have completed…….

1) After fully arranging all the details by email the victim was forced to write a letter of confession and cellotape it to his chest along with a ransom payment. His instructions were sent in a series of emails and text messages over a period of time – this had him on edge every time a message appeared. Following a map emailed to him he was taken from point to point eventually having to stand behind a tree where his hands were bound, his mouth taped to stop his pleading and begging. He was told that I had his daughter in my captive and that her only chance was to swap himself for her. Thrown into his own vehicle I drove him blindfolded and fully bound to the location where he was searched, stripped, forced to walk barefooted across rough terrain before eventually being chained to a wall. The night was long for him as he tried to plead mercy, spanked, cock and balls tortured, whipped bound and force fed sedatives before being locked in chastity and encased in a body bag and left to sleep with his mind racing with thoughts that he was only feet from his daughter who was also held in chains. The morning brought no relief for him as his mind catapulted him into thoughts that this was real – not pre-planned – he wasn’t in control and may not see his family again. Further punishment followed before he was finally released with a mind full of memories.

2) Following my texted directions the victim had to be at a set place at a set time to receive his next instruction. His fear was that I would divulge his personal fetishes to his employers and wife. He believed that I had acquired critical career and life destroying evidence against him involving his fetish for pure silk that I would release him after he degraded himself infront of me purely for my amusement. He was forced to stand in the dark, strip and place a blindfold over his eyes before being dragged to the dungeon where he was encased in soft satin silk, ribbons, scarves to bind him tightly with and sheets to wrap his body in. He became my little silk worm with everything wrapped tightly around him. Gagged with Mistresses silk panties his cock was teased mercilessly with the erotically soft material time and time again in a cruel tease and denial episode before exploding his juices into a silk scarf which he was forced to lick clean before his release.

3) Being blackmailed over money stolen from his employer the victim was snatched from a train station his wrists and ankles secured with gaffer tape for the journey in the car boot to the field he claimed to have buried his stash in. Chains attached around his ankles, up inside his trousers, around his cock and then up and around his neck. He was forced to dig but to no avail. … no money….. he was leading me a merry dance. Back in the vehicle he was stripped and bound completely with gaffer tape restricting his every move. Back at the dungeon he was tortured into drawing an exact location of the field holding the money. How he yelped everytime a strip of 2″ gaffer tape was ripped from his mouth, eyes, penis or any other body part. Eventually – after being bound to a chair for hours totally in the silent darkness he broke down admitting he had lied earlier but was now prepared to tell me anything I wanted to know….. how long could you last?

4) Sat fully dressed in female clothing in his car the gentleman was approached by what he assumed to be an undercover police officer looking for prostitutes. He was asked to step inside the ‘police car’ where Mistress Beth was crouched behind the passenger seat – in one move he was hooded and restrained to the car seat….. taken for torture he was stripped revealing an envelope full of money in her panties – obviously it was going to lead to something else – maybe it wasn’t the case of mistaken identity she was pleading after all but she was in fact working for someone who had access to bigger sums of money. Tying her up didn’t work – her lithe nimble body aided her release. Hanging her in a total net basket suspended from the ceiling did the trick rendering her totally helpless leaving me time to think what to do next……..

5) Forced to his knees in the mud  he thought it would be OK as he could hear voices of people leaving a gathering only 10 feet away. Wrong. He was gagged and hooded with his arms bound behind his back, dragged to his feet and told he looked like a ‘hoodie’ with his collar pulled up he was walked to my car and pushed into the passenger seat which was lowered taking him out of sight as he was driven all over the place totally disorientating him. He realised too late that his chance to break free had gone when he was locked in a standing soundproof cage and held captive for a full day. No one would miss him, he had no idea of the time of day or who I was or indeed where he was. Rubber excited him so I gagged him with a rubber horse gag, wrapping his legs in rubber stocking I was close to transforming him into the rubber doll I craved to play with…….. what fun.

What’s your kidnap fantasy? How long do you think that your mind and body could withstand my treatment? I expect you to make your way to the Lancaster area ready for kidnap and do offer an unusual safe word that will end play should it become too much whilst allowing you to beg and plead as the victim you become. I insist in a good build up to raise your adrenaline over a period of days along with a written statement of permission and contact info for use in emergency (I would do my utmost to disguise the truth)

Jul 212009

I thought that you would all like to read ‘the other side’ of my latest kidnap and have pleasure in sharing this email……

Mistress Beth knocked me completely off balance, by summoning me to a rendez-vous, three days ahead of the ‘promised’ date. Time only for a quick shower/change, then  drive to a railway station, some fifty miles away. Arrived a few minutes ahead of stated time. I texted, as instructed.
10 minutes later, I was instructed to enter the station. But then, another text, sensing me back to my car.
Where an envelope awaited. Another place, another envelope. Made to remove my underwear, in a pub toilets. Then sent back into the pub, to locate the next envelope. Which contained stockings, panty and bra. Leopard print.
As I was completing dressing, Mistress phoned. I was directed to an out-of-way back road, told to kneel by the back of my car.
Barely had I begun to kneel – then a hessian hood was pulled over my head. My hands were swiftly, efficiently, bound. Bundled into my own car, ankles bound.
Some time later, we arrived at Mistress’s intended destination. Shoes removed, I was hustled out of the car, into a building. Stripped to the women’s underwear, I was taken down some steps.
There followed several hours of bondage and torments. Mistress is extremely skilled, always keeping me off-guard.
After an extended period encased in pallet-wrap, I was then placed in the vac-bed, kept there for another extended time.
Having my feet ruthlessly tickled when so tightly held was excruciatingly wonderful!
By the time Mistress finally released me from this fabulous confinement, I wasn’t even sure who I was!
Mistress Beth gently brought me back to reality.

Jul 192009

What a fantastic day. Kidnap Day. The ‘victim’ was becoming restless imagining all sorts of things were just out to get him….. everywhere he looked he saw someone out to kidnap him…. a lone woman with a horsebox …. people everywhere… the suspense was killing him. He knew that K-Day would be sometime before next thursday but every hour seemed to bring another possibility.

To tell the truth I was getting quite excited myself – I do love a good kidnap – and dropping huge hints probably made for a few restless nights for the ‘victim’. Anyway today I awoke feeling particularly naughty and mailed a few instructions to begin a very bizarre and entertaining chain of events.

Quickly printing out instructions and clues to follow a trail was set which ended with the victim popping into the gents in a very busy public house and forced to dress in ladies stockings with matching pink leopard panties and bra. A perfect fit even if I do say so myself.

How did he feel walking through the packed pub feeling that all eyes were upon him, imagining that everyone could see him naked????? Terrified? Thrilled? Humiliated? A mixture of everything?

I bet it was nothing to how he felt when a hesian sack was thrust over his head in broad daylight, he was bound and bundled into the boot before being driven to distraction and a day at the dungeon.

Heavy fast rope and chain bondage seemed the only way to contain him, obviously I kept him hooded listening to white noise whilst touching him to make him jump out of his skin.

Tortured and pressed for information that he cliamed not to know the plot was coming together nicely and many hours later after being held wrapped in pallet wrap so tightly he couldn’t breathe, tossed in the film into the rubber vacc bed he was positively floating – making strange noises I took to be submissive whimpers – I couldn’t resist tickling his feet through the rubber although he was totally unable to move let alone escape …. he he he he he

He looked divine, in chains, underwear and 4″ high black shiny stilleto shoes…. so sexy … I just had to caress him with silk to titilate his very soul to the core.

Did I mention the electric pulses and the chastity device I snapped on his straining penis????

<%image(20090719-Copy of MP 021 tattooless.JPG|734|551|Wrapped, helpless and in chastity….)%>