No she can not. If I want a bitch to play with then she will be available. On this occassion she was sent on a bit of a mystery tour with emails and text directions resulting in a coffee break where she could gather her senses, calm down and think up a reasonable explanation for Me.

Not so, as she parked her car in the carpark of a busy restaurant I was upon the drivers door in a flash – before she even had the ignition switched off. At first it didn’t register that it could be Me dressed in a skin tight fitted black dress holding a carrier bag….. it registered as soon as I pushed the syringe filled with vile looking red liquid towards her flesh accompanied by the words – ‘now janie are you going to do exactly what I want or should I stab this into you’

Absolutely no where to go and not a moment to think about any form of escape, janie just nodded in a crazy sort of way whilst sqeaking ‘no needles please’.

Right open the boot of your car and get in……. she did!

Hand gagging her with My leather glove and a wad soaked in poppers ensured she was quiet as I finished wrapping her in sticky brown parcel tape, ropes and handcuffs before slamming the boot shut, stealing her car and driving off to who knows where…….