It started by leaving trails of messages to follow – the final being dropped in a book in a shop for the person to collect.
It was a glorious day in many ways. Firstly the sun was shinning and the sea a beautiful sight. And of course the fact that I got My man was such a bonus.
As a special treat the kidnap was photographed and filmed by someone else so for a change you lucky readers will get snapshots of Me in action!
Enticing the victim to the seafront he was instructed to sit on a certain bench, previously marked and look out to sea awaiting his next instruction. He wandered around for a few moments before complying. Watching from a safe distance it was easy to sneak up on him and press the chloroformed cloth against his mouth forcing him to breathe in the sweet sickly odours which would quickly take away his mind.
He went down flat onto the bench and was completely disorientated as I helped him across the prom – looking for all the world like a man the worse for drink. A woman was approaching looking concerned but I was ready to dismiss her by saying that he was always doing this……
Once in the kidnap mobile he was subjected to a quick strip and held in place by a mixture of rope, handcuffs and chain before being driven on a journey from hell where he was subjected to humiliation too disgusting to mention and reduced to a quivering wreck when he felt the threat to be very very real and trembled from head to foot as he couldn’t defend himself from the mad woman.
The entire time he claimed to have simply found the last note and followed the instructions only to see what it was about ‘a bit of fun’ ‘a giggle’ …….
Once I bored of his snivelling he was taken to the dungeon where his now feminine clad body was placed into a secure cage. As his humiliation increased he became quite amusing singing My own version of Baa Baa Blacksheep.
After a while he was forced to press his nose onto the floor and thrust his arse up in the air as I inserted a toy into the tight hole…… stretching him for the arrival of ‘the boys’ Big Andy and Dave who would come and spit roast him.
Eventually I decided to lock him in the dark box before strapping him down, filling him to bursting point with enema water and fucking him while it sloshed around him until he really REALLY begged Me to stop – something he cursingly said he wouldn’t do.
The finale was wonderful – tying him back to back with one of My slaves and making them dance – as I whipped them of course…..
The outcome – dozens of pictures on hand to shame him any time I choose…….
The chloroforming sounds wonderful, I wish Mistress wore gloves for it but looking at the weather it was probably too nice a day and gloves would have looked too suspicious.