KIDNAP DIARY – PART TWO
The following email arrived late Friday evening:
“Recognise this bitch?
I do….. and so will everyone else unless you know whats good for you……”
To which I replied:
“I’ve no idea who it is, or who you are for that matter, so why send me a picture like that and ask me if I recognise who it is?”
The reply came:
“Any clearer???
MB”
A bit worrying this as I have a feeling I know who MB is, but I still sent back:
“No chance, no picture, no threats, nothing. Go away and leave me alone…..”
Another email arrived just before 11am on Saturday morning;
“To appear this Tuesday in ……. FuckMySlutArse.com ……….
Fully compliment cock sucking whore partially trained
Ready to suck any cock, bend for any hole.
Available now…… dressed as a tart, call girl,
bunny girl or whatever you fancy……..
Can be made up and ready to accompany you
to that important dinner outing.
Goes by the name antonio…
Arses
Nipples
Tities
Oral
Nuts
Intimate
Orgasms
Say no more eh!!!!”
To which I replied:
“Ok,
I wondered who it was when that last email was signed MB, but I had my suspicions. Now that the name antonio has been used I’ve a pretty good idea who is sending these mails…… Add that to the photogtraphs and even I can get four by adding two and two together, so unless you’ve passed the photos onto someone else and told them my name, I guess I know who you.
What exactly is it that you want from me, and why contact me again after all of this time?”
Another email just after 11am:
“To appear this Tuesday in ……. FuckMySlutArse.com ……….
Fully compliment cock sucking whore partially trained
Ready to suck any cock, bend for any hole.
Available now…… dressed as a tart, call girl,
bunny girl or whatever you fancy……..
Can be made up and ready to accompany you
to that important dinner outing.
Goes by the name antonio…
Arses
Nipples
Tities
Oral
Nuts
Intimate
Orgasms
Ha ha ……told you I’d be back for more amusement at your expense. How do you like My edited advert? Good isn’t it ……As I have been watching you for months I have all the email addresses of your friends and family and can only imagine the sheer pleasure I will get from hitting the send button and destroying your life completely……. but then I am not totally heartless so if you can suggest something that will give me equal pleasure then Im prepared to listen…. you have until 5pm to come up with something spectacular……”
To which I replied:
“You can’t be serious!!!!!
Surely you wouldn’t send these adverts out to everyone I know….. even you can’t be that heartless surely? You know that my life will be ruined if your advert is broadcast to everyone.
If you are really serious about this 5pm deadline, can’t you at least give me some indication as to what you require of me, or is it going to be left entirely to me?”
Another email at 11.45am:
“bitch – I think nothing of snatching and drugging you – do you think a few photos will give me sleepless nights????”
My reply:
“You are indeed a heartless individual and I have no doubt you will carry out your threat in posting the advert.
This being the case I throw myself entirely at your mercy and am willing to comply with any and all of your wishes, whatever they may be…… I realise that this is probably very foolish of me, but what option do I have in the face of what you are threatening?”
It’s getting close the 5pm deadline and I haven’t heard anything back from my tormentor, so I have had to give in for the sake of self-preservation and send the following email:
“Ok, I guess since you haven’t got back to me I’m really supposed to come up with an idea that will give you pleasure in order to prevent the distribution of your adverts!
You are quite right, I am your bitch and you can snatch and drug me anytime you like and I won’t be able to do anything about it – I’m completely in your power. All I can offer you is myself, totally and completely if and when I am taken and drugged by you. I am indeed your bitch, your totally submissive, obedient, satin and silk loving bondage bitch that will obey your every command and be completely subservient to your every will and whim……. I cannot offer more than that, I’m yours to use, abuse, tease, taunt and torment to your hearts’ content.
I do not know when I will be abducted, how and where it will happen, I am only certain that it will happen and I will then be totally in your power. I’ve no idea what will happen to me when in your clutches and when, if ever, I’ll be released by you.
I pledge and promise to you now, I am your bitch, and will be for all time unless you deem it fit to release me from my promise.
antonio”
A reply arrived at 4.30pm as the deadline was approaching:
“Thankyou antonio for providing further wording for My advert ….. be sure that I will be calling for you sometime in the next month, I do of course have access to your diary and now that the tracking device on your computers has gathered all the information possible about your friends, family and acquaintances there is little you can do to stop Me forwarding your downfall on to everyone…….
Stop pacing around and start planning your total slutty devotion to Me in intricate details – what will you say? do? act? Will you be foolish enough to offer to bribe Me once more – the fun I had with that knowing that you actually believed that you were getting somewhere totally unaware that I had full access t o your bank details and the drugs I injected into your penis made you dribble on assuming that your charm and charisma were doing their thing ….ha how I still laugh at the sight of you dribbling from the gag ……. pathetic
Mistress Beth”
I could only respond with:
“i had thought of trying to bribe You again in the hope that You would relent, but gave it up as a bad idea, knowing that You will go through and do whatever you have planned. However, would You be willing to accept a payment in order that i may be spared some of the things that You know doubt have dreamed up for me? i realise i’m probably wasting my time, but i have to try……
my total slutty devotion? That has me extremely worried already, and as for the thought of being drugged and unable to resist Your intentions……. i frankly don’t know which way to turn.”
A further email:
“you will have no way to turn once the drugs are in your system – simply slump to the floor in total immobility …… perhaps you should stay around public places to stop such a thing happening to you???????”
My reply:
“That is a very good idea and i thank You most sincerely for it. i will be on my guard at all times and make sure that i stay in public places as much as possible. At least this way i have some chance of avoiding You and Your intentions. Being totally immobile and slumped to the floor would leave me entirely at Your mercy, and goodness knows what would happen then……”
Sunday has come and gone and thankfully there have been no more emails – am I premature in hoping that my tormentor has had enough fun and will now leave me alone?
7.30pm on Monday and still no more emails, I think I’m now safe and can get on with my life without any worries.
I obviously spoke too soon as an email arrived at 8.20pm, but it wasn’t what I was expecting:
“This bullying has gone on long enough. Why don’t we meet up as soon as possible and have a coffee? I can give you the photos back and we will say no more about it. To tell you the truth I have just discovered religion and I need to change my habits, seek forgiveness and move on in my life doing good things.
What do you say?
How about a coffee in finnegans restaurant in the broadway hotel on morecambe prom tomorrow at 1pm? You know on the corner of the promenade and marine road. I will be waiting for you – shall I order?”
This took me completely by surprise with my answer being:
“That sounds like a very good and extremely reasonable idea, but can I trust you? I really want to, but some of the things you have said in your previous emails still make me wonder as to your sincerity in this.
If indeed you are a reformed character as you profess then I see no reason why we can’t meet up like two civilised people and discuss things over a coffee.
I’ve never been to the restaurant, but I’m sure I’ll be able to find it. By all means order, I like my coffee with milk and one sugar please.
With regard to parking my car, where would you suggest I park so that it will be safe for the time we spend together?”
A further communication at 8.45pm:
“Oh the car will be safe in the hotels own car park or opposite on the sea front. I do hope you will give me this chance to make amends, I’m just on my way to church as it happens – choir practice tonight. Text me if you get lost xxxxxxxxxxx shall I call you xxxx now all that silly antonio business is behind us???”
My reply:
“Many thanks for the information, as long as the car will be ok then there shouldn’t be a problem. I am certainly happy that you want to make amends for what has gone on in the past and that you are obviously a completely changed character. I will certainly text you if I get lost, and if you need to text or call me I can be reached on yyyyyyyyyyy. Do call me xxxx now as that is my real name and not antonio, which is a name a will for ever associate with those ridiculous photos.
Enjoy your choir practice and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at 1pm.”
To which I received the reply:
“bless you…drive safely now.”
I arrive at the restaurant and I am greeted with great enthusiasm by MB and offered a coffee. We then sit and talk for a while and I’m told that the photos to be returned are outside in a van. As I get up to walk out of the restaurant I feel quite dizzy and not myself, so MB helps me out to the car park. When we get to the van I have to lean inside to retrieve the photos, when I’m pushed forward and quickly bound and gagged. What a fool! MB hasn’t changed at all and I’ve been lured into a trap.
There then follows a drive to goodness knows where and I’m then taken from the van and led into the dungeon where I’m kept captive for the next twenty four hours or so and subjected to whatever the Mistress deems fit for me.
When She has had Her fun, I’m released with the ominous threat of “I now have even more photos of you with which to threaten your future life……. You will respond to any calls I make of you from now on otherwise the world will know what I know!
I now have no idea what the future will bring………
Ha ha ……told you I’d be back for more amusement at your expense. How do you like My edited advert? Good isn’t it ……As I have been watching you for months I have all the email addresses of your friends and family and can only imagine the sheer pleasure I will get from hitting the send button and destroying your life completely……. but then I am not totally heartless so if you can suggest something that will give me equal pleasure then Im prepared to listen…. you have until 5pm to come up with something spectacular……”
To which I replied:
“You can’t be serious!!!!!
Surely you wouldn’t send these adverts out to everyone I know….. even you can’t be that heartless surely? You know that my life will be ruined if your advert is broadcast to everyone.
If you are really serious about this 5pm deadline, can’t you at least give me some indication as to what you require of me, or is it going to be left entirely to me?”
Another email at 11.45am:
“bitch – I think nothing of snatching and drugging you – do you think a few photos will give me sleepless nights????”
My reply:
“You are indeed a heartless individual and I have no doubt you will carry out your threat in posting the advert.
This being the case I throw myself entirely at your mercy and am willing to comply with any and all of your wishes, whatever they may be…… I realise that this is probably very foolish of me, but what option do I have in the face of what you are threatening?”
It’s getting close the 5pm deadline and I haven’t heard anything back from my tormentor, so I have had to give in for the sake of self-preservation and send the following email:
“Ok, I guess since you haven’t got back to me I’m really supposed to come up with an idea that will give you pleasure in order to prevent the distribution of your adverts!
You are quite right, I am your bitch and you can snatch and drug me anytime you like and I won’t be able to do anything about it – I’m completely in your power. All I can offer you is myself, totally and completely if and when I am taken and drugged by you. I am indeed your bitch, your totally submissive, obedient, satin and silk loving bondage bitch that will obey your every command and be completely subservient to your every will and whim……. I cannot offer more than that, I’m yours to use, abuse, tease, taunt and torment to your hearts’ content.
I do not know when I will be abducted, how and where it will happen, I am only certain that it will happen and I will then be totally in your power. I’ve no idea what will happen to me when in your clutches and when, if ever, I’ll be released by you.
I pledge and promise to you now, I am your bitch, and will be for all time unless you deem it fit to release me from my promise.
antonio”
A reply arrived at 4.30pm as the deadline was approaching:
“Thankyou antonio for providing further wording for My advert ….. be sure that I will be calling for you sometime in the next month, I do of course have access to your diary and now that the tracking device on your computers has gathered all the information possible about your friends, family and acquaintances there is little you can do to stop Me forwarding your downfall on to everyone…….
Stop pacing around and start planning your total slutty devotion to Me in intricate details – what will you say? do? act? Will you be foolish enough to offer to bribe Me once more – the fun I had with that knowing that you actually believed that you were getting somewhere totally unaware that I had full access t o your bank details and the drugs I injected into your penis made you dribble on assuming that your charm and charisma were doing their thing ….ha how I still laugh at the sight of you dribbling from the gag ……. pathetic
Mistress Beth”
I could only respond with:
“i had thought of trying to bribe You again in the hope that You would relent, but gave it up as a bad idea, knowing that You will go through and do whatever you have planned. However, would You be willing to accept a payment in order that i may be spared some of the things that You know doubt have dreamed up for me? i realise i’m probably wasting my time, but i have to try……
my total slutty devotion? That has me extremely worried already, and as for the thought of being drugged and unable to resist Your intentions……. i frankly don’t know which way to turn.”
A further email:
“you will have no way to turn once the drugs are in your system – simply slump to the floor in total immobility …… perhaps you should stay around public places to stop such a thing happening to you???????”
My reply:
“That is a very good idea and i thank You most sincerely for it. i will be on my guard at all times and make sure that i stay in public places as much as possible. At least this way i have some chance of avoiding You and Your intentions. Being totally immobile and slumped to the floor would leave me entirely at Your mercy, and goodness knows what would happen then……”
Sunday has come and gone and thankfully there have been no more emails – am I premature in hoping that my tormentor has had enough fun and will now leave me alone?
7.30pm on Monday and still no more emails, I think I’m now safe and can get on with my life without any worries.
I obviously spoke too soon as an email arrived at 8.20pm, but it wasn’t what I was expecting:
“This bullying has gone on long enough. Why don’t we meet up as soon as possible and have a coffee? I can give you the photos back and we will say no more about it. To tell you the truth I have just discovered religion and I need to change my habits, seek forgiveness and move on in my life doing good things.
What do you say?
How about a coffee in finnegans restaurant in the broadway hotel on morecambe prom tomorrow at 1pm? You know on the corner of the promenade and marine road. I will be waiting for you – shall I order?”
This took me completely by surprise with my answer being:
“That sounds like a very good and extremely reasonable idea, but can I trust you? I really want to, but some of the things you have said in your previous emails still make me wonder as to your sincerity in this.
If indeed you are a reformed character as you profess then I see no reason why we can’t meet up like two civilised people and discuss things over a coffee.
I’ve never been to the restaurant, but I’m sure I’ll be able to find it. By all means order, I like my coffee with milk and one sugar please.
With regard to parking my car, where would you suggest I park so that it will be safe for the time we spend together?”
A further communication at 8.45pm:
“Oh the car will be safe in the hotels own car park or opposite on the sea front. I do hope you will give me this chance to make amends, I’m just on my way to church as it happens – choir practice tonight. Text me if you get lost xxxxxxxxxxx shall I call you xxxx now all that silly antonio business is behind us???”
My reply:
“Many thanks for the information, as long as the car will be ok then there shouldn’t be a problem. I am certainly happy that you want to make amends for what has gone on in the past and that you are obviously a completely changed character. I will certainly text you if I get lost, and if you need to text or call me I can be reached on yyyyyyyyyyy. Do call me xxxx now as that is my real name and not antonio, which is a name a will for ever associate with those ridiculous photos.
Enjoy your choir practice and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at 1pm.”
To which I received the reply:
“bless you…drive safely now.”
I arrive at the restaurant and I am greeted with great enthusiasm by MB and offered a coffee. We then sit and talk for a while and I’m told that the photos to be returned are outside in a van. As I get up to walk out of the restaurant I feel quite dizzy and not myself, so MB helps me out to the car park. When we get to the van I have to lean inside to retrieve the photos, when I’m pushed forward and quickly bound and gagged. What a fool! MB hasn’t changed at all and I’ve been lured into a trap.
There then follows a drive to goodness knows where and I’m then taken from the van and led into the dungeon where I’m kept captive for the next twenty four hours or so and subjected to whatever the Mistress deems fit for me.
When She has had Her fun, I’m released with the ominous threat of “I now have even more photos of you with which to threaten your future life……. You will respond to any calls I make of you from now on otherwise the world will know what I know!
I now have no idea what the future will bring………