Dungeon play and Kidnap
It had been some time since my last visit to Mistress, nearly 2 months, so i had booked a slightly longer session than usual.
On the days leading up to the visit there had been an exchange of e-mails in which i had foolishly boasted about my building skills for some garden features and teased Mistress about her seaming lack of gardening skills, however she rebuked me by pointing out that she has whip fingers NOT green fingers. At this put down i was sure that i would get my comeuppance at my impending visit however Mistress assured me that my “downfall” had already been planned and set. What had she planned and no way could I imagine what was to follow!
On the day i arrived, at the appointed time, i was a bag of nerves and full of trepidation, i even had to stop on the journey at a café to compose myself. Mistress opened the inner door, she looked stunning although she always looks fantastic but this time something different; there was a presence about her like someone who is about to indulge in a passion or favourite activity. She ushered me in, directed me to the Dungeon giving me a heavy box to carry and instructed me to strip for inspection.
As normal cuffs were fitted to my wrists and my raised arms were chained to the ceiling. However today a heavy collar was fitted around my neck. The symbolism and physical restraint was a powerful reminder of my submission and to who was in charge. Inspecting me, plucking hairs and toying with my nipples, Mistress, with a grin, informed me that we would be going out later and i would be getting closer to nature. My mind raced whatever could she mean, we had never left the safety of the Dungeon before, had she been at the Baileys again and wanted fresh air!
Mistress dressed me in fishnet tights and then proceeded to create a figure hugging dress by wrapping red ribbon around me, causing feelings of arousal, and then blindfolded me all capped off by what i learnt was a multi pronged vibrating massaging device on my head.
Then i heard the un-mistakable buzzing of an electric wand, with which she took great delight in stroking all parts of my body head, shoulders nipples, balls, penis nowhere was spared. Mistress was amused from seeing the static electricity jump across different parts of my body with the metal strip in the ribbon acting as a conductor. As the power was turned up Mistress’s joy and excitement seemed to increase as did the volume of her cackles as the electricity arked from her finger tips onto any part of my body she wished to tease. Eventually the electric torture ended but the ringing in my head from the massaging device continued.
Mistress removed the ribbon dress and i was made to wear 6″ high heeled shoes and told to make my way into the other room. The shoes were so high that at first when i stood upright in them i felt unsteady but as i started to walk found that they were a perfect fit and a strange sensation came over me. As i passed the mirror i caught a glimpse of the sexy slut within me that Mistress had seen and had revealed at a previous session. Was she to make an appearance again today!
I made my way into the other room and Mistress instructed me to sit on a chair facing the full height mirrored doors. Mistress then proceeded to wrap me in Clingfilm strapping my arms to my chest and securing me to the chair. Mistress had other things in mind than relieving the trapped slut within.
Mistress then started bandaging my lower legs wrapping thicker and thicker explaining that this was for my “elf and Safety”. Again my mind raced whatever could she mean, it was very considerate of Mistress to look after my safety and welfare – was it to protect my legs should i trip over in the high heel shoes or something else!
My thighs were then tied tightly together and then she started to wrap both legs together with bandages soaked in plaster. Mistress looked in her element as she wrapped layer upon layer of bandages as if she were a plaster nurse in A&E.
Once fully wrapped and restrained, fortunately she stopped at my knees, she then brought a portable heater into the room, i was thinking that was thoughtful as i was a little cold but no it was to dry off and harden her handiwork.
Earplugs were fitted and i was blindfolded and the massaging device fitted to my head again. I was then left alone, abandoned to contemplate my fate for what seemed like an age. Every now and then just as I had got as comfortable as I could or relax or even about to nod off i would be prodded, slapped, or gently caressed and then abandoned again. Sometimes the massaging device was switched on and the constant vibrations and buzzing in my head made concentrating on anything else to distract me from the situation was impossible and started to make me think I was going crazy.
Then suddenly I was aware that Mistress had returned or was it Mistress as my cock and balls started to be played with and then the sensation of my cock being sucked. The blindfold was lifted and to my horror and humiliation one of Mistress’s other slaves was being told to suck my cock and as I was so tightly bound and restrained I could do nothing about it. Mistress caressed my head and fingered my mouth and the feelings of revulsion were replaced with waves of pleasure passing through my body as I writhed against the restraint and suckled on Mistress’s finger. All too soon it was over and the slave left and I was again left alone to contemplate on the experience and my fate.
When Mistress returned a little later she removed the ear plugs and asked me what I thought the time was, strange as Mistress is not usually a clock watcher, but then she then told me that I was about an hour out.
She started to release me from my Clingfilm binds and the plaster cast and I thought my ordeal for the day was over and I could go home but NO Mistress was not finished with me yet and had more plans for me.
I was instructed to dress, without underwear, and wait while she went to change.
When she called she then led me outside to what i thought was a camper van parked up by the dungeon however as soon as I stepped inside I was stripped naked, pushed into a seat and my arms taped to the seat arms, bound to the seat with rope and hooded and gagged. The gas was administered to me and I became disorientated and helpless once again.
Mistress drove off and as she changed gear I could feel my cock and balls being ripped from my body – she had tied a rope around them and attached it to the gear stick. It was a relief when we finally reached a stretch of open road. I tried to shout and thump the floor with my feet to try and attract attention but it was a useless attempt as my voice grew weaker. Anyway Mistress would probably in her “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth voice” be able to explain my predicament to passers by as some sort of Easter charity stunt or event. I became disillusioned and resigned to whatever Mistress had in store for me.
After a while the smooth roads gave way to rough tracks and we seemed to be travelling over rough country and again I was being subjected to CBT. Where were we, where were we going I asked through the gag but to no reply.
Eventually we stopped and I was released from the seat only to be hauled outside with ropes and tethered to a tree being dragged through nettles and bramble bushes on the way. I seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, however then I saw a road nearby. Again i thought of trying to escape or calling out but where would i go naked and no idea where i was.
Mistress then got back in the camper van, started the engine and began to drive off and it was only after I pleaded and begged and fully submitted to do anything she wanted or instructed me to do did she stop. I was now totally broken and dejected and meekly got back in the camper van. My humiliation did not end there as she again strapped and tied me into the seat. Then subjected me to CBT in full view of the public road, what humiliation I felt. She even threatened to pierce my penis/scrotum so that i would always be reminded of my ordeal and her power over me. Eventually hooded, gagged and NOxed we set off again.
My spirit weakened and will to live receding fast I thought I would make one last attempt to attract some attention. Mistress was by now getting irritated by my whining and racket and told me in no uncertain terms to be quiet. Just then from behind us i heard a Police Car siren and my spirits and excitement rose with the thought that we would be stopped and that i would be freed and the evil woman in the driver’s seat would be cuffed and dragged of in chains to jail. But it was short lived as the sound of the siren disappeared into the distance and a loud cackle of triumphant joy came from the driver’s seat.
We arrived back at Mistress’s house and i was released, clothed and led dejected, sorely regretting making threats of what I would do when released, into the house and back down to the dungeon.
By this time i was starting to get hungry and thirsty and was relieved when Mistress offered me a drink. I had only taken a few mouthfuls when i was again cuffed and chained to the ceiling and my jeans removed. More CBT followed and then a pump was applied to my cock and i started shaking uncontrollably while being milked dry.
My total submission was completed by being fed my own cum.
Now totally humiliated and drained of energy i was released and given permission to dress and return home.
The day was a wonderful experience and reinforced my submission to Mistress Beth however to be able to experience a full Kidnap scenario would no doubt be an absolutely awesome experience.
Over the centuries men have sold their soul to the Devil to be with beautiful women and satisfy their lust however today we have no need. Giving our mind, body and soul to Mistress Beth leads us to fetish heaven.
Thank you Mistress Beth.