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myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/17/2007 7:05:33 PM)
I stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good. No, it felt great. I stood there just letting the water run over me. It felt so good. I looked around, there was soap, a sponge, shampoo, conditioner, and a razor. Everything I would need. I spun around a few times, letting the water run over me. I took the sponge and soap, and washed. I washed all of me. I felt dirty. I was dirty. I smelled, I had cum on me, I was dirty. And, I was sore. My ass ached. It hurt from being fucked, and from being whipped, and spanked. It hurt. It felt good to wash it, but it hurt. My legs were sore, my pussy ached. My back was killing me. All of me hurt. Relaxing under the hot water brought out all the pains. I wet my hair, and washed it. Twice, just like it says on the bottle. The shampoo and conditioner were the brands I used. I wondered if they had been taken from my apartment. I picked up the razor. For the first time since this started, I thought seriously about escaping. I was probably going to have to get myself out of this. I had a scissors before, but thought this was staged, and K took it back. Now I had a razor. But, so what! What was I going to do. Nothing, and I knew it. That thought was depressing. I decided to keep thinking about escaping, and be ready to move if any opportunity presented itself. So, I shaved, my legs, and my pubic hair. I was a little fuzzy. After I was done, I wondered why I did. I shave for my lovers, not for me. I decided it was because the razor was there. For me it was natural to shave. I wasn't shaving for these men, not for K! I continued to stand under the water, relaxing. This was the best thing that had happened since this started, no reason to end it. What was waiting outside the shower, I didn't know, but I knew it wasn't good. Suddenly the water turned ICE cold. Like needles hitting my skin. I guess it was Ks way of telling me to get out of the shower. I jumped out, shivering. I was blue, and my nipples were stiff. I thought about my nipples as I rubbed myself warm again. They had been mostly left alone by the men. My breasts hadn't been played with at all. Go figure. It was men after all. I saw a brush, comb, and blowdryer sitting there. I used the dryer to warm up, then did my hair. I was dry, warm, and felt much better. I knew it was time to leave the sancuary of the bathroom. I looked around. The canera was gone. So was my bag. I hated that bag. It didn't hurt, but it was starting to smell, like food, sweat, saliva, and cock. But I didn't see it. On top of the toilet tank was something new. It was like a plastic hairband, but with what looked like two half ping pong balls attached. I saw it was like glasses, but different. I put it on, over my eyes, like a visor. It ad to be stretched to fit over my head, but then held firmly. My eyes were covered, and I couldn't see, but my head wasn't covered. It was like tight wrap around sunglasses, without the earpieces. It held against my head without earpieces. This must have been the bag replacement. Only my eyes were covered. Not my nose, mouth, ears, and mostly, not my hair. It felt much less restricting. I faced the door, put on the eyepiece, and yelled, "K, I am done now". I heard him enter, take my hand, I knew what his hands felt like, and lead me back into my room of confinement. I felt a chain being reattached to my collar. The collar had never been taken off, and I was able to wash around it, and I tried to dry it, but it was still damp. I even used the dryer on it. I heard him leave, the door close, and I counted to 5. I removed my new eyepiece. The chair was there. The camera was there. It hadn't changed. I looked around. yes, it had changed. I saw the table was covered with things. Different things. Behind the table on hangers, hung on hooks, were many different outfits. Womens clothes. I was betting they were my size. I stood up and walked to the table. I could get close enough to clearly see everything, but not close enough to touch anything. On the table were vibrators, alot of them. All different shapes and sizes. Dildos, beads, balls, butt plugs, and a number of other toys. Also, there were whips, floggers, black hoods with zippers, single tail whips, ass slappers, nipple clamps and weights, gags, blindfolds, hand and ankle cuffs. There were waist chains, leg irons, a leg spreader, rope, and every imagineable BDSM toy, or gear. There were two small trays, like old TV trays next to the table. Well out of reach. On one there were magazines, all fanned out, and a stack of books. On the other table was all my makeup, my hairbrush, and a makeup mirror. I looked at the clothes hanging against the wall. God, there were so many. A french mais outfit, (of course) a school girl outfit, complete with plaid skirt, a small black cocktail dress, a red evening gown, a white one, a black one, a blue one. There were jeans, and tops. There was a leather outfit, a domme outfit. And many, many others. On the floor were the shoes. Dozens of pairs. Different shoes for each outfit. Some of these I recognized as coming from my closet. Others I had never seen before. I saw stacked on the floor, sweatshirts, tee shorts, jeans and pants. It was af if they had emptied my closet and dressers, and then added to what I had. I saw pantyhose in a laundry basket. It was full, some mine, I think, some new. I saw a basket full of panties and bras. I had clothes for anything here. There was jeans and a sweatshirt, evening gowns, and a bustier. My god, what did K have in mind. I went back to the chair and sat down. I thought. I looked into the camera and said, "K, I have no idea what you have in mind. What am I supposed to do?' I got no answer. I remembered from the very beginning he had told me to think. So I did. Different thoughts came to me. The first was depressing. K had no intention of releasing me anytime soon. The second thought was that these things must be possible rewards. More rewards for me to earn. The third thought was that things had changed from the first day and a half. I had spent that time being fucked, sucking cock, being fucked in the ass, masturbating, and just being used and abused. Maybe that part was over, and a new part was ready to start. I had been hurt, and my emotions destroyed for a day and a half. Now, it seemed different. Was this the second part? I didn't know. I put on the eyepiece, and said into the camera, "K, I want to earn the clothes and the tables." Nothing, nothing at all. I waited. Nothing. Why not?!!!!! I thought. I was asking for to much. With the eyepiece still on, I said into the camera, "K, let me earn just one thing. I promise only one." I didn't even know what I would go for if I earned one thing. I heard the door open, someone walk near me, then away. I heard the door close. I counted to 5, removed the eyepice, and looked. I saw about two feet in front of me, a very small stool. A short stool. With a round top. No back, just a stool. Affixed to the stool, sticking strainght up, was a hard rubber cock. I knew what to do. I got up and walked to the stool. I straddled it. The camera followed me. I used my fingers to pull my pussy lips apart, and lowered my self on to the dildo. I put my hands on my hips and slowly rode the hard cock up and down. I really hoped K was watching. I started to make soft moaning noises. I didn't think faking an orgasm would be a good idea again. But, I was sore. I didn't mind doing this, but if I was going to really cum, and not fake it, I was going to have to do more. I looked into the camers. I said "Are you watching K? Watch me! Watch me cum K." That helped, alot. I lifted my breasts one at at time, and licked the nipples. "watch me fuck this cock K!" I rode it up and down. I was getting there. I was wet, and much less sore. "Why not you K? I'd rather fuck you. I really would!" It was true. I did want to fuck him right then. I started pleading. Talking, and licking my nipples inbetween. "K, come on. Fuck me K. FUCK ME!" I screamed as I came. I really did cum. My legs almost gave out. I really did cum. I really did want him to fuck me. I got myself under control. I stood up, lifting myself off the cock. I backed up, and bent over. I looked right into the camera and said, "This should be you K!" I took the hard rubber cock into my nouth and sucked it. I licked it clean. I could taste myself. I sat back down on the chair. I looked back into the camera. I said "I have earned a reward K." I put the eyepiece on, and waited. I heard the door open. I felt a new chain being put on, and the old one removed. I heard him leave, and the door close. I counted to 5. I removed the eyepiece, and walked to the table. This chain was much longer. I could get to any of the things. But what to choose? I had to think. And...what was going on in my head? Why did I cum asking K to fuck me? Did I really want him to fuck me? Was that feeling just because I was nearing orgasm? Did I feel that way now? I started to cry. I still wanted him to fuck me. Fuck me hard, and fuck me soft. My God, I wanted to kiss him. Why? I didn't know, but I knew what I wanted. I looked at the table, the clothes, the baskets, and decided to pick something. there would be plenty of time to think. More soon.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/17/2007 7:06:44 PM)
I looked at everything available. I had no idea if I would get another chance. It wasn't like, this first, that second, this third, and so on. I hoped I would get more chances, but I didn't know if I would. I only knew I would have this one chance. I passed on the BDSM gear, and the sex toys right away. I was sure those would be used if K choose them to be. I didn't feel much like using any of that. Maybe a magazine, or a book to pass the time? Or clothes, I had been kept naked from the beginning. But I choose the make up tray with the mirror. I picked it up, and walked it back to the chair, very carefully. I didn't want anything to fall off. I don't know why. I positioned the mirror, and began to use the make up. I don't wear much, but somehow just putting it on made me feel better. I tried to convince myself that I choose the make up because it would, and did make me feel better, but I couldn't. I wanted K to be attracted to me. Not just horny, and fucking me, but attracted. I really didn't know why. I have always been attracted to people of power. Men and women. I find power very attractive. K certainly had power. He was in complete control of my life, and it seemed in control of the other men, who also controlled my life. I think that is what I found attractive about him. It makes no difference really, I knew I was attracted to him, and wanted him to be attracted to me. I finished with the make up. I looked into the camera, and in a sweet voice, I asked K to come in and kiss me. That was the reward I wanted to earn. Then in a voice more sultry and sexy I asked again. I put on the eyepiece and told him I was waiting. I heard the door open, and my heart raced. I felt my hair tugged. A tough, controlled kiss. I wanted that. I was taken off the chair, and put on the floor on all fours. This I didn't expect. I paniced. I screamed. "Touch me. Hold my hand! TOUCH ME!" I wanted to know if this was K or one of the other men. I felt the man grab my right hand. This wasn't K. I sagged. I know Ks hands and this wasn't him. I felt my head pushed down into a bowl of water. It had been placed right beneath my head. Then I felt a toothbrush placed into my right hand. The man was making me, or wanting me to brush my teeth. I remembered there had been no toothbrush in the bathroom. I hadn't brushed my teeth. I was relieved. This is all K wanted. I wanted to brush my teeth also. Doing so would make me feel cleaner and fresher. I dipped the brush in the water, and started to brush my teeth. As I did, I felt the man enter my ass. I was being fucked in the ass while I brushed my teeth. His pumping in and out rocked me back and forth, and made brushing my teeth more difficult. I had to spit the toothpaste out where I thought the bowl was, all while he fucked my ass. I tried to just focus on brushing my teeth, and not the man fucking me, but it was difficult. As I dipped my face in the water to rinse my mouth, the man grabbed my ass hard, and came. He pulled out, came around in front of me, and roughly dried my face with a towel. I heard him walk away, and the door close. I counted to 5, and took off the eyepiece. I looked into the camera. I started to cry. "K, all I wanted was a kiss. That isn't much. I would have brushed my teeth if you had asked, or had given me a toothbrush in the bathroom. I wanted you to be the first to fuck me after the shower. But now someone else did. K, I just wanted a kiss. That's all I asked for!" And I cried. I sobbed and sobbed. Really it was only for a few minutes. I had to get my composure. I did. I regained my composure and noticed the tray with the makeup hadn't been moved. Now it had a bowl of water, and a washcloth also. I washed my face, and fixed the make up. I looked back into the camera. "K, can I have that kiss now? Or, I still have a mouth, and a pussy, very clean and unused, waiting for you?' "Come on, K, you kidnapped me to use me, so now do it. Use me." I slipped off the chair, and got down on my knees. "K, do you like it if I beg? I am begging K. Use me." My voice had a true sense of begging. I put on the eyepiece and waited. I heard the door open, and a man approach. Again, I started to panic. I held my hand out and screamed, in a panic, "Touch me, hold my hand!!!!" I felt him take my hand, gently. This was K. I knew his touch. I smiled. THIS WAS K! He put my hand on the front of his hip. I was kneeling, right in front of him. I knew what he wanted. I would have rather he kissed me first, but this was ok. He wanted me to suck his cock, and so because of that, I wanted to. He was wearing jeans. None of the other men, or any of the other times, had I known if the men were dressed or not. I used both hands and ran them over the front of his pants. I felt the bulge. He was hard, very hard. I used my fingers to define him, through his pants. With my hands shaking slightly, I opened his pants, and unzipped his fly. I slid my hands around te waist of his pants, gave his ass and tender squeeze, and lowered his pants and underwear. I made sure they lowered to the floor. I then elt around, got my hand on his thigh, worked it around, and gently cupped his balls. I leaned forward and licked them. I sucked them. I then licked the shaft of his cock. I licked the tip. I ran my tongue around it. I wanted this to be the best blow job he ever had. I had great plans on how to make it great. I would take my time, tease him, build him up, and up, and up. I was going to enjoy this. I placed my hand around his cock. I licked and lightly sucked the head. I leaned my head back a little and looked up. I couldn't see him because of the eyepiece, but I wanted him to see this submissive visual. I said "Sir, may I suck your cock?" I felt my face slapped. Not hard, but sudden. It startled me. Then I felt his cock slap my face twice. Drops of precum splattered on my face. I felt him step back. I was confused, scared, startled and now very panicked. I heard other come into the room. What was going on? I had to think. There was a great deal of movement around me. I had no idea what was going on. I felt myself yanked to my feet by my hair. I was walked backwards, and the chains changed. There was more movement, and then I heard the men leave. "K, what is wrong. What did I do wrong?" I was so frustrated. He said nothing, and it got quiet. I didn't know if he was still there. I hadn't heard the door close, but maybe I missed that in all the confusion. I slowed my breathing, calmed down, and listened. I heard something, I don't know what. He was still there. Then I definately heard his fly zipped up. A moment later, I heard him walk to the door, and the door close. I counted to 5, and removed the eyepiece. I was crushed when I saw what had happened. The table with the make up was gone. The chair was way out of reach, and I was standing again, at the wall with the short chain. Oh my God. I wanted to, I needed to avoid this if I was going to make it. I tried so hard to not let this happen again, but it had. I looked at the camera, and I noticed now, below it on the floor was a television. I said into the camera, "K, why? What did I do? How can I fix it?" I was scared, hurt, frustrated and angry. Just moments before, I had wanted him, so badly, now I hated him. I hated this cruel bastard. Why did he do this to me. God, my emotions were a mess. The TV flicked on. I watched and saw a recording of me, masturbating the first time I had cum for K. The time I had faked it. I watched it all, and when I was done faking, it looped back and played again. It played three times, then stopped. Oh my God. He knew, or he had known I was faking that one time. I looked into the camera and pleaded, "K, it was only that first time! The others were real." That was the truth. As a response, it played three more times. Was my standing at the wall on the short chain my punishment for this? If it was, why now? Why not when I did it? Maybe because I was more vulnerable now? Maybe, but how we he know that would happen? That didn't seem like him. He seemed like the type to punish right away. So why now? I replayed everything that had happened in my mind, and it hit me. Everything was going fine until I called him Sir. When I had said "Sir, may I suck your cock" is when everything started to go bad. I had called him Sir, in the beginning, yesterday? (my god was it only yesterday, it seemed like ages ago) and he had reacted very poorly. I tried to remember what he had written. Something about sincerity, and honesty. No lies. The tape played again, three more times. I watched again, three more times. My orgasm was fake. It was a lie. He must have expected me to lie to him? Wouldn't anyone in my situation? But he didn't expect me to call him Sir. That is what angered him. The combination. calling him Sir, and a known, obvious lie. That was why I was being punished. I understood. I looked into the camera and explained this all to K. I explained that I understood, and accepted the punishment. Nothing, but I was sure he understood also. So, I stood there, doing nothing, but thinking how sore my legs were going to be. Other thoughts came to mind. One being my attraction to K. I had been attracted, then I had hated the bastard. But I understood his reaction now. It made sense. I had lied, and called him Sir, and he had said not to. Quicker than I wanted, or dreamed it could, the attraction returned. And it was stronger. I was now more attracted. Oh god, what is wrong with me I thought. The tape played again, but I didn't watch. Why play it again? I understood, but it still played three more times. I thought about why I called him Sir the second time. It was a natural thing for me to do. I am submissive at heart. But I knew that wasn't why. I called him Sir, because I wanted to. I wanted to serve him. I wanted him to accept me into service. I wanted this badly. Very badly. He had rejected my service, and punished me. His reaction made the want stronger and deeper. maybe he knew this, but so what. The want just grew. Could I call him Sir after I was punished? I didn't think so, and I wanted to. More time to think, and again the tape played. I was being punished for calling him Sir, and would be again, if I did so again. But why? Because I had lied with the fake orgasm, that's why. I had never been punished for the lie. I had never been punished for the fake orgasm. Why not? Because I wasn't his sub, and he DID expect me to lie, that's why. Only when I acted like his sub was I punished. So...stop acting like his sub! But I wanted to submit to him. So, I knew what I had to do. I looked into the camera and told him. I explained that I knew I lied, the orgasm was fake. I explained that I knew why he was upset, and all of that. Then I explained that since my lie, my fake orgasm, I had grown to want to submit to him. I pleaded that if I could I would take the lie back, but I couldn't. I explained that I knew, I understood that I must be punished for the lie. That this punishment was for calling him Sir, not for the lie. I explained that if I ever was to serve him, I would have to be punished for the lie, and that punishment must be severe. I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the eyepiece. I held it. I spun around, back to the camera. I lifted one foot, reached down, and conected one of the ankle cuffs attached to the wall to my one ankle. One leg was elevated. I knew I couldn't attach all four limbs, but I hoped I could get one ankle, and one wrist. With one leg elevated, and one on the ground, I managed to attach one wrist. That is as far as I could go alone. I screamed "K, I understand, and deserve your punishment. I want it. I am waiting for it. Punish me so I may serve you!" Absolutely nothing happened. I was sure I had it figured out right. But nothing happened. I was frustrated. I began to try and figure out what was wrong. I took a huge risk. But I thought that this is what was needed. I screamed the same thing again, only this time, I didn't call him K, I called him Sir. I waited, and I heard the door open. It had worked. I was in for a seere punishment, but it was what I wanted, hoped for, and had worked for. For sure I am not a pain slut. I hate pain. I hate punishment. I despise masochists, and I won't play with sadists. I prefer no pain at all, but I knew this one time, it was what I needed. To be clean. To be rid of the lie. So I could serve. I wanted to serve. He touched my back, and lightly slapped my ass. It was him. It was Sir. The eyepiece was on, and I felt him secure me in the other restraints. I was about a foot off the floor, spread eagle, cuffed to the wall, facing the wall. I used my arms to hold myself up. To lessen the gravity pulling me down. Nothing happened. He wasn't doing anything. Why not! I heard him walk to the table, and I knew he was getting the punishment devices. I was scared. I hate pain, but I was ready. I wanted this. I wanted it so badly. More in a sec.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/17/2007 7:09:29 PM)
In this portion of the scene.... she completely submits to her abductee..... As I heard Sir walk back toward me, I knew I was going to be punished. I understand punishment as a cleansing ritual. I accept it when I derserve it, but I always hate it. Not this time. This time I wanted it. I wanted to be punished, very badly. I talked, in a loud voice, clear, calm, and defined. I said "Hurt me. Make me burn. I owe you that. I deserve it. I want to be punished. I want to suffer for you. I want to earn you." It was all true. I continued, "Stuuf something huge in my ass, stuff my pussy. stretch me. Make me scream for you" I meant that also. I felt what seemed like a medium sized butt plug slowly pushed into my ass. Not rough, but slowly inserted. I promised to hold it there for him. I clench my chheks and held it. That is when I felt the first sting. On my back. Multiple stings across my back. It was a flogger. I screamed "YES! THANK YOU," and then softer I said, "more, I want, I need more. Sir, I deserve more, much more." He responded, and my back began to burn. Multiple strikes with the flogger, I could feel the heat. I could feel the pain. I was enjoying it. I hate pain. I hate pain, I hate pain, but this one time, I was enjoying it. I truly felt I needed it. After each strike I demanded more. I apologized for lying. I begged to be allowed to serve. With each strike my body sagged a little, and I gripped the wrist restraints tighter, and pulled myself back up. Then I felt a very sharp sting across the back of my thighs. I don't know what device was used, but it really hurt. I could feel the welt raising uin just seconds. I let out a sceam of pain, and it was real. But then I said "Again. More Sir, please more." As I gripped the wrist restraints and held myself up, I felt more. many more. I gritted my teeth, and when I could, I thanked him. With each strike I felt cleaner. But not clean enough. My thighs were on fire. I wondered if he had broken the skin, (he hadn't) and numbness was setting in. And then I felt a sharp sting on my ass. A flatter device was being use. I knew my ass was reddening. I could feel the heat there. I gripped tighter, and held on. Over and over my ass was stung. I held on. Then I felt the flogger on my ass, and down to my thighs. New pain, a different pain on top of the old. I tried to hold on. I kept asking for more. Promising unconditional servitude. Begging him to take me. To make me his. I wanted to be his property. The flogger hit my ass and thighs again. I was weakening, but I wasn't giving up. "please more Sir." My voice was sad. I was running out of steam. I didn't know if I could take everything I felt like I should take. Everything I wanted. Then the welt raising device struck my back. God it hurt. I sagged, and tried to raise myself. I couldn't. I hung there, Pleading for more. It stung my ass, and I felt the welt rise. It stung my ass again, and I felt the butt plug slip out. I couldn't control my muscules anymore. I moaned. I tried to lift myself up, it was so difficult, As I did, I said, "I want you Sir, I love you Sir." Just then my ass stung again, I released my hands, and let go. I was completely used. No more left. I had begged to be used and I had been. I tried to lift my self. I felt another sting, and my body let go. I screamed, "Thank you Sir" and I came. A gushing, intense, convulsing orgasm came over me. I hadn't expected it. I wasn't thinking about it. But it happened. My god, I came in a way I never had before. I don't know if it was better than anybefore, but it was different. There was no build up that I remember. I was so focused on the pain, and being taken into service, that if there was a build up, I missed it. I spasmed, and convulsed in orgasm, affixed to the wall. I rarely squirt, and the few times I have I could feel it coming. I did this time, more than ever before. I sprayed the wall, and ran down and dripped on the floor. The orgasm lasted forever. My body could take no more. I hung there. Spent. All of the backside of me burned in pain. The welts rose. The searing pain ached with each heartbeat. I didn't care. The front of me ached from being slammed into and rubbed against the wall. My ankles and wrists were rubbed raw. My arms were screaming in agony from tired muscules trying to hold myself up. Had death decided to visit me right then, I would have welcomed it. As an end to the agony, and knowing my Sir had accepted me. Knowing I had been cleansed. It was all I wanted. I felt one wrist being released, then one ankle. I hung there. Then the other ankle, and finally the last wrist. I had no strength. I collapsed, into my Sirs arms. He cradled me. Held me. I felt him lower me down. Down to the waiting matress. He lay me there. I felt his hands touch me softly. I love his touch. He slowly rubbed a lotion on me. It helped. He held me again, that helped more. He was taking care of me. I talked as he tended to my pain. I said, "I am clean. Thank you." My voice wasn't strong, barely above a whisper. I said, "I am yours. Use me! Anything you want or desire Sir. Put me back on the wall! Fuck me. Take me, all of me and use me." I felt him ease the pain with whatever he was applying. "I am your property. I am your whore. Your slut. I am here only for you. Humiliate me. Hurt me. Make me beg. I will do anything, ANYTHING for you Sir." I meant every word. I was exhausted. The pain had lessened. I was spent. I felt him lean down, take my face in his hands, and kiss me. My heart leaped. I have never wanted anything so badly in my life. Never. I flung my arms around him, kissed him back, and when we parted lips, I said, "I love you Sir'. That is all I remember before I drifted off to sleep. It wasn't late, not even evening yet, but my body needed rest. My heart and soul were full, they were complete, but my body needed rest.

DOM68005 -> RE: abduction scene (4/19/2007 7:24:40 PM)
Yes I did it with a sub after we were a well established "item" in the BDSM community. she asked for it. she repeatedly proposed scenes and ideas including the signal that it was happening. Therefore, struggling was not an issue. The knife was rubber that you buy in a toy store. I kept telling her no because of the kidnap laws. I've never been to jail and I'm not looking for ways to be taken there. She was begging me to come over the day I decided to do it. I told her "not today". I rented a motel room and set it up with all the toys.. I called a Dom that I had been communication with and invited him to join the happening. He readily agreed. When I arrived at her place,s he was sleeping. I blindfolded her and then had her change into some old clothes that I bought at the Goodwill. She remained blindfolded the entire session. I grabbed her travel bag and packed a change of clothes. I successfully confused her as to where we were going. When I got her to the motel room without being seen by strangers, I cut small pieces of the old clothes off beginning with breast access and then cut up her leg to her cunt and down the other side. When the other Dom arrived, he finished cutting off her clothes. We both played with her together and individually for hours. She often repeated "I'm sorry I'm sorry." He didn't understand her until I explained that she was apologizing for cumming without permission several times that evening. He demonstrated some different techniques with her on the receiving end providing her with new to her experiences. To this day, she has no clue who he was. Yes, she knows him in the BDSM community, She tells others about it when the topic comes up. she says it was too romantic and wishes I was rougher on her for that time frame. Unfortunately we are no longer an "item". Would I do it again under the right terms? You bet!

t99206 -> RE: abduction scene (4/27/2007 8:18:04 PM)
someone has quite an imagination

shyinini -> RE: abduction scene (5/5/2007 7:14:04 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: t99206 someone has quite an imagination Unfortunately it is NOT an imagination ... this really occured in Milw Cty, all planned out and executed by a group of Dom and Domme's for one specific Domme's femsubmissive .... I know she is not the greatest writer, but she finally continues.... When I woke, I had no idea what time it was. I had slept, but I didn't know for how long. I didn't know if it was night or day. I didn't know if this was still the second day (night) or the morning of the third day. I did know one thing for sure, I had to go to the bathroom. I put on the eye piece and looked into the camera. I said, "Sir, I have to pee." I waited. Nothing. Nothing at all. I tried again. Still nothing. I really had to go, and I was getting angry. I took off the eye piece and yelled into the camera, "K, I have to pee!!!!" I started a small dance. I had to go so bad! I kept waiting and waiting. Nothing from K. God, I was dying. Finally, I looked into the camera and begged "K, I HAVE to go. I really do! I am going to go on the floor soon!" I waited, and nothing. I put on the eye piece, and nothing. I waited. Nothing. Finally, I got in position, and I went on the floor. God it felt good just to go. My own urine pooled around my feet. It splashed back up on me. But I had to go. I couldn't hold it any longer. I heard someone come in as I was going. They left before I was done. When I was done. I took off the eyepiece and saw a mop, a bucket, a bowl with water, soap and a washcloth. There were also some paper towels. I knew what to do. I mopped the floor, and dried it with the towels. I then washed myself. I assumed I was getting no shower today. The chair was in place, so I sat down. I didn't know what to do. I was hungry, I wanted K, my Sir to talk to me, or be with me, or I don't know. I wanted something from him. I talked to him. I talked to the camera. "Sir, I want to earn rewards. I want to eat, I am hungry. I want to go back to the table. I want to pick out something new. I want to know what day it is." I thought a long time before I said the last part. "Sir, i want to know you care. I want to know that you care, even if it is just a little." I put the eyepiece back on and waited. I didn't wait long. I heard the door open. I heard men moving in the room. I felt the chain changed. I was then lifted. I was carried. I didn't resist. I was put in something that suspended me. My arms and legs were secured. I couldn't move them. It took a few minutes, but I figured out it was a sex swing of some kind. I was hoping K would be fucking me, but was ready for it to be the other men. It was the other men. They fucked me, and my ass. I sucked cocks. Hard ones, and soft ones taken out of me. I had been fucked so many times, this wasn't so bad. When they were done, I was taken down, and I heard them moving things, and then I heard them leave. I counted to five, removed the eyepiece and looked around. The chain was long enough for me to sit on the chair. I tried, and I could reach the table. There was also a hand mirror, and a floor length mirror near me. I wanted to look at myself, I wanted to go to the table, and get my reward, but all I could think about was the food. It was there, but it was on the floor. Scrambled eggs, and what looked like hash on a plate. A bowl with milk in it. I went over to pick it up. No silverware, so I would have to eat it with my fingers, but I could do that. When I tried, I couldn't pick it up. Somehow, they had secured it to the floor. I wasn't sure what to do. I could squat down by it and eat it with my fingers, but is that what K wanted? Did he want me to eat it like a dog? I thought about it, got down on all fours, crawled over to it, looked at the camera and said "Sir, is this what you want? I still don't know what day it is, and I still have been shown that you care? Do you care?" I put on the eyepiece and began to eat the food off the plate like a dog. I lapped the milk out of the bowl. When I was done, I back up a little bit, and barked at the camera. I heard someone come in. They did something, and then left. I counted to five, removed the eyepiece and looked around. The plate and bowl were gone. The floor where I had spilled was cleaned. I walked back to the chair. On it was a newspaper. The date told me that this was the third day. I had slept through the night. No wonder I had to pee so bad, and was so hungry. I looked at the mirrors. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I didn't look bad considering. I tried to look at my back, but couldn't get a good look. I took the hand mirror and positioned it to see my back. I was welted. Badly. It didn't look like any skin was broken, but I was welted. I remembered the beating I had begged for. My back didn't look bad considering how severe it had been, and that it was only the next day. I remembered the pain. I remembered feeling cleansed. I sat back down. I talked to the camera. "Sir, will you ever show me you care? Please Sir!" I walked over to the table. What to get. One reward. What did K want me to take? I decided to dress sexy. But lots of the outfits were sexy. So I choose. The one all men like. The french maid outfit. Short skirt. Garter and hose, no panties, push up bra, low cut top, the works. I took a feather duster also. I got dressed. I decided to put on a show. I put on the eyepiece, and facing away from the camera, I began to dust the chair. It worked. I heard the men come in. I hoped Sir would be one of them. I hadn't recognized him at all yet today. I bent over, exposing my ass, and kept dusting. I felt myself grabbed, roughly. I was spun around. I was pawed and groped. Roughly. It wasn't K. My breasts were grabbed. A hand roughly reached inside and twisted my nipple. Then I felt the top ripped off. My bra was opened and torn off. The skirt ripped off. I was shoved into the chair. My arms were grabbed. I felt each hand placed around a cock. I got it. I started to stroke them. I felt a man straddle me, and a cock shoved deeply in my mouth. The man grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. Then I felt something being shoved into my pussy. It wasn't a cock. It felt different. It took a minute, but I figured out it was the handle of the feather duster. They were fucking me with the feather duster. That was not a pleasant feeling. It hurt. The man fucking my mouth had a hold of my hair. I felt him jerk my head back, and pull out. Just then he came on my face. On my hair. I opened my mouth to catch it, but he came all over my face. He moved, and the man in my right hand took his place. In just minutes, he also pulled out and came on me. My face was covered in cum. The man in my left hand, moved my hand, moved himself, and came on my breasts and chin. From the top of my head to my nipples I was covered in cum. I was then yanked off the chair. I felt cuffs being applied to my ankles. I was on my back on the floor. Once the cuffs were applied, I knew what they had put on. A spreader bar. My legs couldn't close. A rope was put in my hand. When I pulled it, my legs raised. They must have had the other side attached to the spreader bar, and run it through a pulley on the ceiling. My right hand was taken, softer. It was placed around a cock. The cock was hard, and it was K. I said, "Sir, fuck me. Fuck me please." I felt him move. He was standing at my feet. I pulled the rope and my legs lifted. My ass lifted off the floor. I felt his cock against my leg. I lifted myself higher. The feather duster was still in my pussy. I kept lifting. I felt his hands on my ass, cupping it, and then I felt him slide into my ass. I loved it. I started screaming. "Fuck my ass Sir, FUCK MY ASS!" I was holding myself up, cum dripping off my hair, face and breasts, and I was screaming for him to fuck my ass. I knew this was all on camera. He did fuck my ass, and he stroked the duster in and out of me. I don't know why, but I suddenly got very excited. I screamed again, "Sir, I am going to cum. may I cum Sir, Please may I?" He didn't answer, but I couldn't hold back, and I came. Hard and long. God it felt great. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. He slid out of me, and i started to lower myself. He grabbed the rope and held it. Then he put his hand around mine, and pulled the rope. I knew he wanted me to raise myself, and so I did. I felt a sting on my ass. I said, "Sir, I am sorry I came without approval. Whip me Sir, I deserve it!" He applied a couple more stings, and then stopped. I started to lower myself, but then decided on something different. I raised my ass back up. I held the rope. I said, "Sir, this is your ass to sting. Whip, or whatever you want it for. Sir, it is yours, and you don't need a reason to abuse it." I felt two quick stinging swats, and then he reached over, and loosened my grip on the rope. I lowered my ass back down. I felt the cuffs removed, the spreader bar taken away, and heard him leave. Before he left I yelled "Sir, will i ever know if you care?" I counted to five, removed the eyepiece and looked around. There was the washbowl again. Soap and a wash cloth. I cleaned myself up. After I was clean, I walked back to the chair. On the chair was another bowl. I reached down to move it. I had no idea what was in it. I looked, and the bowl was filled with condoms. Used condoms. I smiled. K was showing me he cared. He was telling me the men were using condoms.

shyinini -> RE: abduction scene (5/5/2007 7:15:11 AM)
I sat in the chair. I didn't know what to do next. It seemed like I had started everything that had happened. I wanted something. Everytime, it was started because I wanted something. To eat, drink, pee, take a shower, or even an item on the table. K had told me to think from the beginning. But I was all thought out. I didn't know what to do next. I was scared, and I was bored. This was my third day here, and what else could happen. I had been fucked in every imaginable way, by everyone, and everything. I had been treated like a dog, been beaten, chained, tied, stripped naked, almost all of the time, what was left? Had they had all their fun yet? Anything else seemed to be redundant. I looked at the camera and spoke. "Sir, now what? Haven't you done everything? What is next? More of the same? Let me go? You can let me go. I don't know where I am, and I have no idea who any of you are. I will just sit here and wait!" So, I put on the eyepiece and waited. I waited and waited. It was at least an hour. I was starting to think nothing was going to happen until I was hungry, thirsty, or had to pee again. Maybe something would happen if one of the men got horny, but they had repeatedly cum in the last three days, so how horny could they get? Just when I was about to take the eyepiece off, and talk to the camera again, I heard the door open. Someone was coming in. I heard footsteps. It was more than one. I was yanked off the chair. I was forced on to the floor. I was put on all fours. I had no idea what was happening, but something was. I guess they weren't done yet. I felt my hair grabbed, and my head controlled. My head was held tightly in place, and forced forward. Pushed forward. I felt my face pushed between the cheeks of someones ass. One of the men must have wanted me to rim him, and his buddy was helping him. That meant I would probably have to do both. I could only hope they were both clean. I don't mind rimming, but I do like the person to be clean. I stuck my tongue out, and felt my head moved, and I began to lick the ass. All around the hole, and then slid my tongue in and out. Might as well make it a good rim. I heard muffled moaning. I felt the ass bucking. My god, this guy was cuming from my rimming him. That doesn't happen often. He probably came on the floor, and they probably wanted me to lick it up. That is what I was thinking as my head was pulled back. I felt my head lowered again, and I expected it to be directed to the cum I thought I would be licking up. I guess not everything had happened yet, but this was nothing special. I'll admit, I didn't look forward to licking his cum off the floor, but I had swallowed my share in the last three days, and plenty before that. I stuck my tongue again. My head was lowered slowly, and guided, but when my tongue touched something it wasn't cum. It was a pussy. A woman! It had been a woman who I had rimmed. That explained why the ass was clean, and not hairy, which I prefer. They wanted me to lick a woman. This I didn't expect. I started. I did everything I knew. I didn't use my hands, because they were being held behind me. Just my tongue and lips. I licked her everywhere. I sucked her clit, and rolled my tongue around it. I heard her moan, but it was muffled. I felt her hips buck. She was enjoying this. I did the very best I could, and in a short time, she came. My God did she cum. She splashed my face. I was drenched. Never had a woman squirted on me like that. From my nose to my chin, I was dripping. I felt my head jerked back up. I was on my knees, with my head held very far back by the hair. This hurt a little. Then I got a surprise. A hand was put over my mouth. It was held there tightly. It was taken off for a second, and a ball gag put in. The gag was strapped in place. The gag was wet. She had been wearing it. That is why the moans had been muffled. I was now wearing the gag they had used on her. I was yanked to my feet, by my hair. I was walked forward. I heard her talk. She had a young, whiney voice. She was upset, and sounded like a whiner. She said "K, I did what you wanted. I held my ass open while one of your pigs licked me. I let him lick my pussy. K, I wanted it to be you. I came because I imagined it was you. K, I will fuck anyone you want. I have proven that to you. I'll do anything you want, I have proven that to you. Now I want you. I want you to fuck me. Just you and me alone. None of your friends, just you and I. Please K!" I was being walked/dragged out. I didn't know what to think. At first I thought there would now be two of us, or that she was part of this, but now I didn't know what to think. She sounded like I did a day or so ago. I hoped I hadn't sounded that whiney. I hoped I had sounded stronger. I wondered if she had been whipped and beaten. She hadn't said anything about that. I bet that was yet to come for her. I should have felt sorry for her. I knew what was next, but I didn't. I hated her. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted K to ignore her. I wanted K to treat her like the little slut she was. She wasn't worth his effort. As I was being walked, forced out of the room I heard her say "K, this bag stinks. I don't like it. Let me take it off K, please. I won't look at any of you!" What a whiney little bitch. I heard the door close, and that was the end of my hearing whatever else she had to say. I was shoved up against the wall face first. My head was held hard against the wall. It hurt my nose. I felt my arms yanked back, and cuffs put on. I felt a hand come to my head, and remove the eyepiece. Quickly, a piece of cloth was put over my eyes, and tied very tightly around my head. I was walked through the house, and in one room, I heard her again. It must be sound from a monitor. She must have been talking into the eyepiece. I heard her whine. "K, this chain is to short for me to sit down. I am hungry, I have to pee. Come on K, end this. Please. Pleeeeeeease K. I'll put the bag on again." thankfully her voice faded as we went through a doorway. I wasn't being forced now, just led. I walked easily with whoever was leading me by the arm. We went outside. What now? Were they just going to take me somewhere and release me? I was still naked. It wasn't very warm out. It wasn't freezing, but I would have put on clothes for warmth if I could have. I was cold. We walked and walked. We were in a forest. I could tell by the foilage I was stepping on. It hurt. I don't nature walk, and I don't walk barefoot through a forest. We had to walk slow, because every step was adventure for me. We walked for a long time, and then we stopped. I felt a man in front of me. He reached around my waist and picked me up. I didn't resist. I didn't know what was going on. I felt my back come up against a tree. The bark was rough. I could feel his face pressed very hard against me just below my breasts. He was holding me firmly against the tree. He was a big, very strong man. I felt the cuffs taken off. One arm was yanked behind me, arond the three, Then something was attached to my wrist. The the other arm, and my arms were tied together, around the tree, behind me. They didn't reach around the tree. It was a big tree. Then they did the same to my legs. The man held me in place tightly. As he let loose, I felt a strap around my waist. They were strapping me to the tree by my waist. Then the ball gag was removed. I moved my jaw. I felt more cloth put in my mouth. They pulled it tight. They were strapping my head to the tree, and gaging me at the same time. Then nobody was touching me. I was elevated off the ground, strapped naked to a tree. The bark hurt, and it scratched my back with any little movement. My arms and legs hurt. They were pulled very far back. This really hurt. I couldn't see, and I couldn't talk. And this was as uncomfortable as I had been anytime in the last three days. The other times I was uncomfotable, but this was pain. Not stinging pain like the whipping, but constant pain from the pulling on my arms and legs, and the bark on my back. I felt a clamp put on one lip of my pussy, then the other. I was pulled open. But open wasn't good enough. They kept pulling. It felt like they were trying to pull me apart. It was to far. They were pulling to far. It really hurt. It felt like I was going to rip, to tear apart. I tried to scream. But I couldn't. I started to shake my head back and forth, to tell them how much this hurt. How they were really hurting me. I felt a hand on my face. It held my head still, very hard. It kind of banged my head back against the tree. I could move my head with only the gag holding it. I felt a second thing placed over my eyes, then pulled tight. It was a new blindfold. They tied it around the tree. Now I couldn't move my head at all. I wanted to scream. God, this hurt. Then I felt something sliding into me. A rubber dildo or something. As it slid in, they stopped pulling. They slid it very far in. Then for a second, nothing. Then I felt a clamp put on one nipple, then the other. I can handle nipple clamps, and the dildo wasn't a problem. Gravity was working, and it was slowly sliding out of me. Then I felt both of the clamps on my nipples tug at the same time. They must have put a chain or something between them and started to hang weights on them. I can handle that also. In a different situation, I would have enjoyed it. But not now. I ached. I felt the dildo slowly sliding out, until it came all the way out and fell. That is when i felt the first sting. Somebody with something had slapped my pussy. That hurt. I have been spanked on the pussy before, but that one hurt. Then I felt myself pulled open by the clamps on my lips, and I felt a sting on my clit. GOD, that hurt! My entire body twitched. That was a pain I had never felt before, and never wanted again. Then I felt the dildo being reinserted. It was rough. They hadn't even cleaned it off. Debis from the forest was stuck to it, and shoved into me with the dildo. They put it way in again. I am still young, no babies, and all of that, so I still have some muscule tone, so I was able to hold it in. It took some effort, and some control on my part, but I could hold it. I didn't want my pussy and clit stung again. I felt another weight hung on the nipple clamps, then a third. That started to hurt, but I could take it. Then for a minute or so, nothing. They must have stepped back to view their handiwork. Then I heard them laugh. I heard them. I HEARD THEM! They had been so carefull not to let me hear or see anything, and now they didn't care. I heard them, and they didn't care. That scared me to death. Not that i heard them, but that they didn't care. That is when I felt the first sting on my thigh. First one thigh, then the other, then both. They were using more than one device, and they were raising huge welts on my thinghs. They were stinging me very hard. They didn't stop with my thighs. The stung my stomach, my sides, my breasts, all of me. God these hurt so much, and they just kept coming and coming. I was screaming behind the gag. I was crying behind the blindfold. This was torture. My body moved after every sting, and the bark raked my back. I felt it digging into my skin. I felt like my entire back was rubbed raw and bleeding. I tried not to move, but my body reacted with each sting, and every inch of me screamed in agony. I had never been treated like this before. NEVER! Even worse, with each sting I lost control of the dildo. I could get it back, but it slipped a little further out each time. I was having trouble holding it. I couldn't imagine anything worse when i felt a sharp sting on the bottom of my foot. They were whipping my soles. God that hurt. I screamed, I sobbed, and the dildo fell out. I felt myself yanked open, which by now wasn't the worst of the pain, and the dildo was roughly shoved back in. I tried to hold it, but I couldn't. The stings kept coming and in a minute or two it fell back out. There was nothing I could do, but it didn't seem like they cared. They didn't put it back in. They just kept beating me, unmercifully. I was in agony. More weights added to my nipple clamps, then weights added to the pussy clamps I had on. They beat my ankles, wrists, the soles of my feet, my stomach, my thighs, and anywhere they could reach. Then they stopped. They just stopped. It seemed like they had been beating me forever, but they just stopped. I stopped screaming, not that they knew, because of the gag, but I didn't stop crying. I didn't think I would ever stop crying, until I died, and that idea was very much in my mind. But they stopped. I just hung there. I could do nothing. I waited for whatever was next. But nothing happened. I thought I should have warned the other woman. I should have warned her to run. To do anything to get away. I didn't, and I cried for her, and for me. I was in a new form of pain. God, this hurt so bad, and just kept on hurting. I didn't expect it would ever stop. This was torture. Even with them having stopped, my arms, my legs, and my back were still being abused. The weights still pulled on me. And the welts, hundreds of them were rising on me. I waited for them to start again, but they didn't. I thought some more. I didn't love K. I hated that bastard. This wasn't fun. This was agony. He did this. He did this to me, and now I was afraid, very afraid of what was left. There was only one thing left. And that scared me. I cried, sobbed so hard at that thought. My body let go, and parts of me, the parts that could slumped. That hurt more, but I couldn't control it. I had no energy anymore. My body let go. I peed, everywhere. It just ran down the tree. Some on me, but it ran down the tree. I was done. All of me spent. I had nothing left. All I did was hang there, and cry. For a long time. Then I felt something, like a bug crawling on me. There were probably hundreds crawling on me. I lived with it. What could I do. I felt the wind kick up, and the bug I could feel was blown off of me. It got colder, much colder. And then it started to rain. The wind was blowing the rain on me. It was raining and the cold pelting rain was being blown right on me. Each drop was like a needle. I was shivering, in agony, wet, and all I could do was hang there, and cry.

MercTech -> RE: abduction scene (5/5/2007 8:03:43 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MsCfromMelbourne The girls told me they had been unable to break him ie push him to safe word. he was being tough boy. I got him to screaming his safeword in about 45 seconds by sticking a dessertspoon of vegimite down his throat. Torture needs to be creative I I had to think on this. It would have been screaming a safe word at the sight of vegimite. Ate a whole jar on a bet during a port call in Perth once. <shudder> Stefan

shyinini -> RE: abduction scene ~ the end (5/8/2007 2:06:52 AM)
When I woke up, I was confused, addled, muddled, and in general, disoriented. But where I was laying was softer, and I was warm and dry. I was still naked, and i expected no less, but things had improved a great deal. I heard some whispers, but they were to far away from me to tell what they were saying. I moaned softly as i moved and woke up. My head hurt. I had a headache, but that was nothing compared to the rest of me. I was sore everywhere. I was still in agony. Every inch of me screamed in agony. I remembered the stall, being dragged out. I remembered what I had heard. I remembered that I was scared, and I got scared again. Terrified. I felt myself being picked up. I was cradled in the arms of a man. I was shaking. Not from cold, but from fear. He must have felt my tremmors because he softly said to me, "Don't worry. It's OK, you are safe." I didn't know what to think, but wanted so badly to believe him, so I did. I helped him carry me as best I could. I wrapped my arm around his neck. I knew the voice. I recognized it. It was K. What had happened? Did he save me? Was this some new form of torture? Was it really over? I hoped so. I really did. I felt myself being lowered. I got scared again. In his arms, I was safe. I didn't know what was next. I felt wet as he lowered me. It was warm. He kept lowering me, and I was surrounded by water. Hot water. I was in a hot bath. Oh my god did it feel good. Nothing could have felt better right then. Nothing. I was still worried, but this felt so good. I was still in a lot of pain, but this really helped. I felt my body relax. I knew I should be wary, but I just relaxed. Then I felt someone climb in the tub with me. I got nervous. I started to shake, a little. I felt them straddle me. I felt a hand behind my head. I felt the blindfold behind my head loosened. It was being taken off. I kept my eyes closed. When the blindfold was completely removed, I slowly opened my eyes. The person was squatting in front of me. They had their knees resting on the back of the tub. I hadn't seen a face since I had lunch with my Mistress all those days ago. It was a woman who was in the tub with me. I looked up to see her face, but I didn't need to. I could see everything between her legs. I knew who it was. I looked up anyway, and there smiling at me was my beautiful Mistress. I started to say something and she put a finger to my lips and said "Shhhhh, it's all over now. Relax." She eased my head back, and I felt it rest on a pillow. I raised my hands and touched her thighs. I wrapped my arms around her, I nuzzled my face against her stomach, and I cried. I cried and I held her tight. And I cried some more. When I was done, and I was calm, she again eased me back. I closed my eyes and relaxed. She stroked my cheek. In it all, they hadn't damaged my face. Then, for some reason I can not explain, I leaned forward, and I kissed her lips. Her lower lips. She eased my head back, and said, "you don't have to do that." I looked at her, and said, "Please Mistress, I want to. I want to please you." She helped me forward, and I did. I licked her. I sucked her clit. I slowly pleasured her. As i did, I felt warm water running on my head. She was wetting my hair. Then I heard her rub the shampoo between her hands. She washed my hair. All of it. I have never had that done before, and it felt great. She did it all, even conditioned my hair. Just as she was finishing, I felt her buck slightly. She was trying not to show me, but I knew she was about to cum. And she did. A long intense orgasm. I smiled as she moaned, and twitched. She drenched my chin. When she was done, and calmed down, she stepped out of the tub. Then she dried herself, and leaning over the side of the tub, she washed all of me. Every inch. She was tender and caring. Some parts hurt, others hurt more, but she cleaned them, and it felt great. She stood me up, drained the tub, rinsed me off, and helped me out. Then she dried me off, and helped me into a robe. We walked out of the bathroom into a huge bedroom. It was a beautiful bedroom, and the bed was enormous. She showed me around.

shyinini -> RE: abduction scene ~ the end (5/8/2007 2:08:10 AM)
She walked me from room to room. There was a living room, a den, a dining room, another batroom, and a huge kitchen. She walked me back into the living room, and sat me in a chair. She strode into the kitchen, and came back a few minutes later with a bacon cheeseburger, and a diet Coke. I have eaten at all of the great, expensive restaurants here, in Chicago, and other places, but I still love a juicy bacon cheeseburger. I wolfed it down. I was so hungry. She held my hand, and stood me up. You can have more layter, but now you need to rest. Not to much right away, but later, after you sleep, you can have all you want. She slipped off my robe, and helped me into bed. I squeezed her hand tight, and I pleaded with her, "Mistress, will you lay with me? Will you hold me for a few minutes?" She slipped off her robe, and she laid down next to me. She held me. She stroked my head, and my arm. I lay with my head on her shoulder. I looked up, and leaned to her, and I kissed her. Passionately. She kissed me back, and I loved it. And then again, for reasons I may never understand, I wanted to please her. Nothing else seemed to matter. I badly wanted to please her. I started to lick my way down, but she stopped me. I looked at her and said, "I want to please more right now than I ever have. May I please." I was begging. I do not know why. I really don't. She eased me down on to my back, and then manuevered herself over me. She straddled my face, took her fingers and opened herself up for me. As she lowered herself down to me, I used my fingers to open her, and began again to lick, kiss, and please her. I stopped for just a second to look up at her and say "Thank you." I went back to her, and I heard her talk. She was telling me how well I had done. She was telling me how proud she was of me. She was telling me how she wanted to show me how well I had done. I was listening, as I was pleasing her. I was smiling. Then I felt my legs tugged open. I felt someone join us on the bed. They moved between my legs. I felt a cock, softly touch me. Ready to enter. I felt fingers open me up. Touch me softly. I was sore. I wasn't wet. I heard him say, "Is this what you'd like?" It was K. My heart melted. I whispered "yes." He touched me, and I went wet, very wet. Slowly, nicely, he entered me. He moved in. deeper. I lifted my legs. I lay them on his chest, and I hooked my ankles behind his neck. I felt him fuck me, and he felt me fuck him. I felt my Mistress get wetter. She asked me, "Do you want him to fuck you?" I did. So much. I did want him to fuck me. "Yes. I do." Tell him she said. So I told him. I teared up, and I screamed for him to fuck me. I buried my face deeper into my Mistress as he fucked me. I felt her buck. I felt her move. i felt him grab me, and I came. I drenched the bed as I came. I started first, and then my Mistress went. She drenched my face a second time. She screamed in pleasure. And I wasn't done yet. Then he went, and as he pounded in so very hard, I felt the electric shocks of orgasm scream through me again. I bucked and moaned and screamed. I wasn't done, and he was finishing. Oh god, again I came. And then I felt him slip out. My face was just an inch from my Mistress when I said, "Thank you Sir. I love you." My Mistress moved a bit, and I heard him dress and leave. She moved off of me, and laid next to me. I started to cry. I cried and cried. I couldn't stop. She held me as I sobbed. SDhe held me as I quieted down. She held me as I sniffled. Then I looked at her, and I said, "Do you hate me?" I was afraid she would. She replied, "No, why do you think I do?" I was afraid to answer. I bit my lip, thought how to say it, and then said, "because I said I love you to K. I don't. I DON'T. I DON'T. I don't know why i said that. I love you Mistress. I love you." And I cried some more. I sobbed again, harder. She held me and calmed me. I looked at her, and I said "I am sorry. I am SO SORRY!" I started to wail again. She calmed me and asked me why. So I told her. Because I had said I love you to K, right in front of her, and...I hesitated, because the entire time they held me, I only thought of him. "The entire time, I thought of him, not you. I wanted him. I wanted to serve him. I told him then that I loved him. I never mentioned you. I didn't even think of you." And I cried one last time. For a long time. She held me. She stroked me. She held me as I fell asleep. The next morning we talked. We talked all day as I rested. We talked for days as I recovered. She helped me recover, from all the pain. All the pain. When we walked out, hand in hand, and she took me home, I was recovered. I was well. I was loved, by my beautiful Mistress. And I loved her more than ever.

BearsBreech -> RE: abduction scene (5/11/2007 8:32:22 PM)
I did an abduction scene long ago. I blindfolded my sub, "tossed" her into the back of my camper shell truck, bound and gagged her and drove off to our party. Problem was that I got lost, had to stop, ungag her, and ask directions. The best planned scenes can go very much awry, but that should not be regarded as a failure. The most precious of memories arise from the unexpected. Bear

eevin -> RE: abduction scene (1/2/2008 3:56:32 PM)
i've had this fantasy before, of being abducted and forced. But the select few people i've discussed it with always told me it would be more traumatic than exciting. But i also wondered if something like this could happen for a guy anyway, with the way men are viewed by our society, or if i would simply be laughed at going beyond the point of expression to asking. i'm glad to read McCfromMelbourne's reply to your question.

sammiebabygirl -> RE: abduction scene (1/2/2008 5:44:19 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: LuckyAlbatross It's easier to do at an convention event, specially if it's outdoors. At Leather Retreat, kidnappings happen almost non stop, sometimes spontaneously. It's the most popular and hard working committee :) I had my one and only kidnapping at Leather Retreat and it was the most intense experience. They had us fill out a form describing the scene I wanted and I basically scripted it, because it actually was a reenactment of a non-consensual event from my childhood, which I had ending on my terms. I needed to do this to put closure to this childhood event, despite the fact that I had years of therapy. It was the final step in my healing and it worked beautifully. Now, however, almost all my fantasies include some kind of resistance. I would love to do a combination abduction/interrogation scene. I think I have become addicted. LOL jen

DefiantFlower -> RE: abduction scene (1/2/2008 7:25:37 PM)
Whoa! i dunno why this thread was reawakened, it's kinda old...but i'm so glad! That story was spectacular, i started reading and just couldn't stop. Just goes to show you, people don't have to be the best writers to excite the world with the most delicious tales. So now my interest in kidnapping scenes is back tenfold, dammit. sigh Someday...

roland23 -> RE: abduction scene (1/3/2008 10:42:36 AM)
One of my most interesting recent scenes occurred in 2006. I dressed my sub as a secretary, had her walk down the hall of the hotel and into the room. When she entered, I hand gagged forced her to the bed, stuffed a scarf into her mouth, tied her hands, feet and knee hollows with thin white rope while "threatening" her. She wore a white blouse, short black skirt, black high heeled pumps and Cuban heel thi-highs. After I secured the gag, I tore her skirt. guess the rest.......

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