During the initial conversations it became apparent that the newest victim of My kidnap career was of hindu origin – although now non practicing – and wanted to feel like a slave. Not like a slave in so much as being punished or sold but like a slave in being without opinion, feeling like an object that could be abused, mistreated, not considered and ultimately of no importance to anyone around them.
He was instructed to catch the traina nd head north where further instructions were sent to him. Instructions that would have him believing that there was to be a little more free time before he was taken. Time to dwell, to feel excited, scared, fearful and happy all rolled into one. As it happened I sprang out at him in a very public place armed with a weapon that was pushed towards his stomach accompanied by threats that any strange or sudden moves would have him in a dire situation….. ”dont look at Me – look directly at the floor” I was dressed in a way that could only be described as a bag lady! Not at all the elegant red silk dress, high heel clad vixen he was expecting.
I do believe that he was taken well and truly by surprise as his adrenaline rushed through his body and by the time his composure was in any fit state to react he was dropped into the kidnap mobile with black beauty held against his mouth whilst drugged out of his mind.
He did put up a fight – struggled, tried to shout and lash out – as I knew he would from our previous correspondence – but I was too quick for him. Soon he was totally immobilized, bound tightly, unaware of where he was or where he was being taken. The more fight he put up the more I applied the medicine to him and laughed demonstrating My power over the situation.
Once he had admitted that he was in no fit state to defend himself or escape My clutches he was taken into the dungeon wearing just a black hood with wrists tied together. Like a lamb to the slaughter……
7 padlocks were needed to secure the chains to his ankles, wrists, waist, collar shoulders. A very short chain between his legs demonstrated that he would be ill advised to try to run anywhere.
Dragged into the small cage he was instructed to wait for My return. Once I had changed into My usual 6″ heels, stockings and short PVC dress the cage was opened but release would not be much fun for him.
A short discipline session followed as the rules were explained to him ….. the best he could hope for was that I would hold him for just 24 hours and not for life as he was now totally devoid of personal possessions.
Flinging him into the cage and locking it the only thing he could do to pass the time was sleep. I had already arranged for slave janie to return for a chastity alteration and for Mistress Natasha to join Me playing with him for a while.
In chastity and dressed, bound in rope, with wig slave janie was tormented as I awoke the sleeping chained slave and made him watch on his knees as a cross dressed man was forced to pleasure a hard penis. I can only imagine the fears running through his mind…. would he be next? Could he really refuse? How could he escape with the chains in place? Was it all a dream? A nightmare?
A slave of such un-importance to Me could not be used for such pleasure – imagine if the slave gained a little comfort from the experience? ‘On your knees slave – just like your ancestors of old travelling off the ships….. on your knees and become a piece of human furniture for Me” and with that I lifted My heeled feet and rested them firmly on his back to watch the bi show unfolding before Me.
This was only just the beginning of the story for this slave – I bet you can’t even imagine what was to follow…..