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 Kidnapings, Mistress Beth, Reviews  4 Responses »
May 112011
 

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.

A story submitted by a slave…..

 Mistress Beth  2 Responses »
Mar 102011
 

I am very sorry for my pathetic intrusion on your time. I only wanted to let you know how much it felt to be at the mercy of a strong woman and to thank you for being you.

    Many years ago as a teenager I would root in my mothers dirty linen. This was not because I liked women’s underwear, but more because as a small child I loved my mother and missed her so much when she was working, anything that reminded me of her was a comfort, things just grew from there. It felt so good just to smell her fragrance and the sent of her panties drove me wild. I was always very careful not to get found out, as I always knew when she would come home and I could lock the bathroom door. This went on for some years and I loved the feel of her negligee against my skin.

     On one occasion many summers ago late in the afternoon, I can still recall how I could not wait for her to leave the house and mooched around waiting for her to go, with the heat and excitement of what I was soon to feel, welling up in my loins. As soon as the front door closed behind her I made my way to the bathroom. The house was warm and the sunlight shone through the frosted glass lighting up the room as if it were a church lit through stained glass. I remember still the strong perfume she wore, the room was full of it and this only added to the wonderful sensation.

     I opened the linen basket and tried to see what was in without disturbing anything. The excitement I felt upon realising that wash day was still to come. The basket was full with a whole weeks washing and due to the heat that week the muskiness was unbelievable. I stripped and just ran the silky things against myself and disappeared into a trance. I ran a bath and now the room was moist and musky, with the blind pulled down, but still allowing sunlight to shine through it felt like a tropical paradise. Her cloths were by now lead out on the floor totally covering it and I just lay in them Holding panties to my face and drinking in her essence. I was by now highly aroused and playing with myself. I was dripping pre-cum all over the place my hands were sticky. I put on not one but three pairs of panties, a suspender belt stockings a knee length slip and a bra stuffed with pairs of tights, over which I placed a satin blouse and as I stroked myself through the panties I admired my reflection in the bathroom mirror and thought how stupid I looked , but it still felt good. What happened next was to shape my life forever.

    I heard the front door catch open and the sound of shopping bags in the hall way. My heart nearly stopped as I raced with the reality of what was now happening. Living in a bungalow, the bathroom door was the next to pass down the hall and had I locked the door. My mother was evidently furious that I had no doubt of. As I tried to remove all the clothing in one move I was now in a position of part undress. She glared at me, now wearing a stuffed bra with one arm still in the blouse and panties around my ankles, suspender belt unhooked but hanging from stocking tops at my knees.

   “You fucking dirty little pervert” she screamed and then made a lunge for me. I tried to doge her but it wasn’t easy to move and I felt my hair being pulled my whole body followed across her lap. She slapped me very hard a dozen times on the back of my legs and then began to scream her disgust whilst she used a hairbrush on my arse. I was sobbing uncontrollably and just wanted to die. I was embarrassed and I had upset the person I loved most. She finished her beating, still screaming at me.

  “So you like to wank in my knickers you dirty sod, I’ll teach you.”

          She dragged me to the edge of the bath and drawing my foreskin right back proceeded to scrub my penis with a nail brush. This was the worst form of punishment I could never have imagined. That done she told me to get out of her clothes and put them away where they belonged. I was by now ready to meet my maker and only wanted to run away.

    She sat herself down on the toilet seat and now very calm, asked me why I was doing this and what had gone wrong. I just wanted to make everything ok and eventually I told her of the history and how as a small child I had missed her, and that was all it really was. I said I wasn’t a poof that i can remember very well. But I didn’t feel exactly like John Wayne right at that moment.

   “So you missed the smell and taste of you’re mother did you” she said this in a way that she had never used before, it was sarcastic and very unlike her. As I was trying to find the right words she took a pee; something she would often do when I was a child there was no secrecy in the house, it was just a natural act and we were family.

   “Yes ” I said thinking that I had got off quite lightly. As I spoke she wiped her self, and then again, a full wipe taking in her arse with the panties she had just been wearing and beckoned me to her. She forced them into my open mouth.

    “Well taste that, you filthy little shit”

    I stood before her as she sat on the loo. Still naked my arse and the backs of my legs sore and my cock felt like it was on fire.

   “How does that taste then” she said. “And while you are at it you had better finish off the job you started.”

  She squeezed some hand cream on to her hands and began to stroke my shaft.  “This will take away the pain ” she said. I grew a little hard and then the part that I still can’t believe happened.

    “Come on what are we waiting for, wank for mommy I’m waiting, there’s a good boy”

   I had to bring myself off in front of her, all the time listening to threats of what or who she might tell if I didn’t finish off the “job” as she put it. At first I knew I wouldn’t actually climax. She looked at me and then parted her legs and began to open her blouse. At this I could hold back no longer and I felt the biggest orgasm building up in side me. As I came, my face exploded as my mother gave me the hardest slap I had ever experienced. She pulled the panties from my mouth and said.

    “Now clean yourself up and never wear my cloths again do you understand? We will hear no more of it” It was never mentioned again. But sex was a little different in my eyes from that day on. Yes I did wear some cloths again but this time the scene in my head was a little different.

   I think back to that day often.  I don’t feel my mum was too hard on me and she was always fair, and at least we could talk. I also had a great many wonderful wanks at the thought of “the day I had to.”

Shock Sunday for Suzie…….!

 Mistress Beth  No Responses »
May 132010
 

As many of you will know suzie has been subjected to all sorts of punishments and mind moving experiences over the years. As a collared slave she has no choice – this doesn’t stop her whimpering and whining or trying to hide in a corner like a scalded cat………

This weekend I wanted to really shock her, send her way beyong her usual sub space and re-affirm My total control upon her by taking her to a place of total terror just before allowing her to reach orgasm in such a way that she would be reeling for days to come.

After dressing her in black crotchless fishnet tights and an incredibly short black shiny skirt with a slick of cherry red lip gloss I fastened her hands behind her back and to the penis is a way that denied her the ability to touch her self in any sort of sensual way!

After a damn good spanking/whipping/cropping until she was unable to breathe freely as the pleasure sensations ran through her body as my whip kissed her time and again she was laid upon the floor and chained in a star shape completely hooded.

‘Do you trust Me suzie’ I inquired – with my life Mistress she replied.

‘And do you know that I wouldn’t really do you any serious harm – what I do is to further your education and make you a better slave?’ – yes Mistress Beth she responded with growing anxiety.

‘No safe words required suzie’………. she gasped as I took out My piercing box, rathling the needles ‘We shall just have some extra nipple piercings to enable Me to suspend those pert nipples from the hoist to stretch them ready for My touch’ …..suzie has a fear of needles and I had to literally hold her hand during the last piercing at the tattoo parlour……. her breathe became fiercer and  I could just imagine her eyes wide with terror under the mask.

Taking hold of her right nipple I pressed the needle into the flesh and as the pain grabbed her from within informed her that the penis was next before driving a fine needle into her bell end before wanking her by using the globlets of scarlet blood pooling on her flesh. Her orgasm was truely out of this world and I held her tightly as she came down from one almighty high.