How would you like a spin in this orange rubber hood? Its the thickest of rubber, has an inner hood which clings to your head, insertable gags, blindfolds, inflatables, breathing tube, gas mask attachment all of which is zipped into place with a luscious outer hood. Perfect for total sensory deprivation and an item loved by Mistress Beth.
Mistress Natasha always looks amazing as she takes care of her appearance and is always dressed to the nines.
Her humour is similar to My own and laughter can often be heard ringing out in the confines of the dungeon when we are both together. The things we fine funny are probably certifiable but we laugh like drains whilst putting a slut through its paces.
I have to say that she is My favourite TV Domme as she really does have it all… personality, looks, dress sense, figure, wicked mind and a big cock….. what more could a slave wish for as he is pushed through his forced bi training by a skilled, talented Domme..
I can take no credit for the sessions as I am really only there to watch as I do enjoy a bit of cock choking!
Just to let you all know that the kidnap went very well and provided a few moments of complete panic, raised adrenaline and totally terrifying thoughts and that was just Me…… wait til you read about what the victim went through.
I shall be publishing it over several days as there really was an incredible amount of experiences within his three days of captivity.
Stay tuned kinkies……
The take down is one of the most thrilling, adrenaline rushing awesome part of a kidnap. The moment that the person realises that they are in the control of someone else and no longer in any position to barter, demand, negotiate or control.
I get a big rush from that moment too, quite a toxic mix of power and success and of course the beginning of a whole new adventure.
The plans are formatted in advance and things prepared in great detail with me churning it all over in my mind night and day until all possible contingencies are covered.
I started the day directing rubber slaves every movement from 8am that morning and everything was going to plan when attending the take down point it became obvious that my plan A couldn’t work that day. Why? Because it was the hottest sunniest day we had been blessed with this year and people were exploring the strangest of places which are usually desolate and perfect for my adventures.
Reverting to plan B seemed my best option as I will simply hold plan A for a further take down of rubber david. Arriving in his car he was wearing the prescribed rubber items including his swimming hat, rubber gloves, rubber pants and rubber vest under a few normal garments. As I watched from my secret safe place my heart was in my mouth as a strange man tapped on the car window, peering in at the rubber clad david asking him to do something. Amazingly he didn’t seem to notice the unusual additional clothing or the woolen hat on his head disguising the rubber swimming cap.
I thought that there was going to be a major problem and was prepared to step in with a resolution but thankfully the unscheduled meeting was over quite quickly.
Without going into too much detail as it should remain the secret of rubber slave david, he was physically overpowered and rendered helpless with the aid of a few pairs of handcuffs and a large gag.
I chatted him up in a pub and to ensure that he would succumb to my charms I spiked his drink. This of course made him incredibly uninhibited and up for some fun and games. So on the pretence of a private party I lured him into the dungeon where he was subjected to an array of bondage, nakedness, dancing, kinky fun and games and he practically begged me to take photographs of his newly discovered free and easy character.
Funny how things change over time and the fear of blackmail played in his mind so much that he actually staked out the dungeon and waited for a moment to strike. He thought the place would be completely empty. Everyone had left to enjoy the bank holiday sunshine….. or so he thought……
Memorising the layout of the place he could slip inside and retrieve the hard copies of his shameful photographs which would free him to progress in his chosen career wihout fear of turning up on ‘your face tube’ or the such. The thoughts of being exposed sent shivers down his spine. How could he have been so stupid?
Gulping a shot of neat vodka from his hip flask he pulled his coat collar up around his ears so that the CCTV wouldn’t be able to lay the blame at his door. ‘Its now or never trevor’ he told himself as he found himself breaking into the property before him, flicking off the electricity supply box.
Easier than he thought it would be. Only one lock was being used on the heavy security door even though it was fitted with at least 3 different locks and a digital device…….. He really couldn’t believe that he was inside the deserted premises. Now just grab the photos and leave, as quickly as could be.
He slunk into the room bearing just a torch and headed for the photograph albums on the shelf above the dressing table. He had laughed at pictures of others whilst he was high and unaware of the consequenses he faces posing for erotic photographs. The Mistress ‘Beth’ as she were to be addressed had pointed out the hold she had over all those other chaps as a photgraph is worth a thousand words when push came to shove……
Holding his torch high above his head he scanned through the neatly indexed and dated files…… January, February, March, April…….
”MAY I HELP YOU” bellowed a powerful voice as a dozen or more lights came on with just the click of her fingers.
Turning quickly he realised that The rubber clad, booted Dominatrix with deep purple lips and a cinched in waist stood between him and the exit, remote control in one hand and the portable shock machine in the other hand…….
This was indeed turning into the stuff of nightmares……
