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myobedience -> abduction scene (4/11/2007 8:21:17 AM)
Has anyone orchestrated an abduction scene? How long did you plan it? Did you miss something in the planning? Was the outcome positive? Was it orchestrated because your sub wanted it? Care to share more information? I am asking about this because a friend had an abduction scene, planned by her Domme and orchestrated down to last iota. But still something was overlooked. My friend had long fantasized about this and finally she got her fantasy. How common is this? Would you actually orchestrate one? If so, why and how? If not, why? What are your objections, concerns, issues to fulfilling a sub's fantasy?

LuckyAlbatross -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 8:34:59 AM)
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 :) They tend to be more difficult to work out logistically because you really do not have a willing victim on your hands and unless you get real element of surprise and know how to take someone down, it can be a real issue of forcing them down. Then you have to know where you're taking them, how to get them there, what to do when you've got them there, make sure you have supplies. Like all scenes, they don't always go well, and first times are hardly ever the best times. But they can be done. If you aren't doing them in the relative safety of a kink event, you have to be extra careful not to alert anyone around you that anything is amiss. It's one of the few cases in which I'd recommend a safeword because you can't distinguish between when someone is faking it to get out of their captivity or actually in trouble.

proudsub -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 4:10:50 PM)
quote: But still something was overlooked. May i ask what was overlooked?

FukinTroll -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 4:24:30 PM)
http://www.collarchat.com/m_356418/mpage_1/key_/tm.htm#356418

OedipusRexIt -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 4:41:59 PM)
Most times I have engaged in abduction, the only thing left completely to chance is whether someone will witness it and try to be a good citizen. Only once has this happened, but it's hard to avoid, since the best abductions are those that take place "unexpectedly". It can get a little awkward, and did. Stopped short of actual cops. How long did it take to plan? A day or so to set it all up, then a few days to let the idea fade a little from my partner's frontal lobe... Positive outcome? You betcha! Did my partner want it? Yes. She had shared the desire, and I confirmed it was real, then tried not to mention it. The element of "surprise", you know... How common is it? No idea. Start a poll. Why would any caring Dom not want to fulfill a sub's fantasy, within his stated limits? Can't imagine, nor do I care to. Enjoy.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 5:23:10 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: FukinTroll http://www.collarchat.com/m_356418/mpage_1/key_/tm.htm#356418 I am grateful to you troll for this fuckingly good link !!

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 5:35:20 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: proudsub quote: But still something was overlooked. May i ask what was overlooked? Well proudsub, at this point I really do not know what was overlooked, cause as she tells it, it doesnt seem to me to be anything left out. Her Domme did say~~ "This "scene" was designed so that while she might think at first it was her fantasy, she would come to believe that it wasn't." I have asked for more details. Maybe tomorrow.

FukinTroll -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 5:37:14 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: myobedience quote: ORIGINAL: FukinTroll http://www.collarchat.com/m_356418/mpage_1/key_/tm.htm#356418 I am grateful to you troll for this fuckingly good link !! Slurp! There's sum luv for ya baby!

MDJour -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 7:37:58 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: FukinTroll quote: ORIGINAL: myobedience quote: ORIGINAL: FukinTroll http://www.collarchat.com/m_356418/mpage_1/key_/tm.htm#356418 I am grateful to you troll for this fuckingly good link !! Slurp! There's sum luv for ya baby! Troll, I had to bookmark that one myself. However, my partner in crime Lady Tantalize included me in one of her well orchestrated kidnap scenes. It was parking lots, grave yards, and guns. What more could you want?

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/11/2007 8:58:08 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MDJour Troll, I had to bookmark that one myself. However, my partner in crime Lady Tantalize included me in one of her well orchestrated kidnap scenes. It was parking lots, grave yards, and guns. What more could you want? How long did you plan it? Did you miss something in the planning? Was the outcome positive? Was it orchestrated because your sub wanted it? Care to share more information?

MsCfromMelbourne -> RE: abduction scene (4/12/2007 12:30:52 AM)
quote: How long did you plan it? Did you miss something in the planning? Was the outcome positive? Was it orchestrated because your sub wanted it? Care to share more information? Yes I had a slave abducted for his birthday back in 2001. Planned it the day before as a present I asked 2 very attractive girls from the rubber scene (one of them was a basketballer and part time model) to do the deed. I left the detail up to them. It was on my slave's BDSM checklist as one (of many!) things he would love. I wanted a scene that combined what he wanted most with a hard limit. Best and worst all at once. I thought the mind f*ck would be good for him. On the night I heard the doorbell ring and told him to answer. he said he didn't hear anything. I told him to check anyway and when he did not return after a minute, I knew they had him. Apparently he answered the door and was delighted to see them, thinking they had come over (in latex!) to wish him happy birthday. When they grabbed him without speaking and threw threw a hood over his head, he was even more thrilled They threw him in the back of a convertible and started driving all over town. He was terrified the police would pull them over and ask why they had a hooded, trussed up man across the back seat. He was an ex senior copper himself and would be mortified if found and "rescued" by mere traffic police The girls were gorgeous but - unfortunately - not so great at bondage so the ropes around his wrists fell off. Being really good at self bondage, my slave managed to tie his feet up properly then re-do his wrists behind his back without his "kidnappers" realising. he did not want to make them feel inept he was eventually dragged into one girls house, stripped, tied to a chair and tortured (ice, wax, cane etc) for a while. he said that was the most frightening part. he was afraid they would injure him by accident. he wanted to tell them "no, no, you don't do it that way,you do it this way" but he figured they would just backhand him for his trouble. Or worse, stop the scene and go watch television instead. He did get hurt a little, but nothing major The girls told him they were just warming him up and the real torture would start when "someone" arrived. I showed up about an hour later. he said the clicking of my heels down the corridor was music to his ears. Rescue had arrived 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 think we sang happy birthday and cut a cake. Other stuff happened Was outcome positive? Best scene of his life apparently. And we three Dommes had a ball.

MsCfromMelbourne -> RE: abduction scene (4/12/2007 6:52:45 AM)
Sorry myobedience, I just realised you were asking for Masters' experience (re abduction of females?) not Mistresses'. I have only seen one play abduction of a female (in public from a restaurant) and it was obviously she was much adored by her abductor and hisevil henchmen. Even the vanilla restaurant patrons were cheering and wishing her luck as she was carried off.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/12/2007 7:23:08 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: MsCfromMelbourne Sorry myobedience, I just realised you were asking for Masters' experience (re abduction of females?) not Mistresses'. I have only seen one play abduction of a female (in public from a restaurant) and it was obviously she was much adored by her abductor and hisevil henchmen. Even the vanilla restaurant patrons were cheering and wishing her luck as she was carried off. Not a problem MsC. I thought to post here rather than double post. Thinking maybe a Dom would do it before a Domme. Actually, it was a Domme friend of my Sir that did it. She planned it and rehearsed it with the other parties for several week in advance. She did not participate, in fact was at work during the time. The scene started as she pulled into her garage and was like a mugging, hooded, bound and put into a trunk, drove and drove and finally into a cabin. Her abductors didnt show their faces. She has been giving me the details in installments. It was very creative with a system of rewards...even to take her heels off or a longer leash to just sit down.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/12/2007 1:37:05 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: proudsub quote: But still something was overlooked. May i ask what was overlooked? How to deal with the situation if she indeed did submit to her captures. The scene was 3 days. I asked her when did she realize it was her fantasy come true, she said from almost the beginning. But then when the scene extented overnight, she was scared for her life and her mindframe changed. She eventually submitted to the main Dom who was involved. I believe at that point the scene ended. My Dom did have part in the planning and setting up the scene, It was rehersed and all possible scenerios dug into, but they never expected her to submit to the main character. Has this ever happened to anyone?

proudsub -> RE: abduction scene (4/12/2007 7:16:27 PM)
quote: On the night I heard the doorbell ring and told him to answer. he said he didn't hear anything. I told him to check anyway and when he did not return after a minute, I knew they had him. That seems like a much safer way to do it than in a public place where someone might call the cops. What a great birthday gift.[:)]

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/14/2007 9:59:15 PM)
This is the posting of "her" abduction, captivity scene that she fantasied about ~~~~ ....... I want everyone to know this was a staged scene I had asked and hoped for. It was a fantasy for me. It is very intense, which helped my fantasy come true, and I was never sure it was a scene. But, it was a staged scene, THAT I ASKED FOR! Nobody should think women want this, or decide to do this in any form without first knowing the woman really does want something like this. In any other situation, ANY OTHER SITUATION, this is a terrible thing to do to anybody. Do not try this! MsT and I had talked for a long time about an abduction scene. I didn't know if I would know if it was going to happen or not. So the other day her and I went to lunch. I wanted to spend the afternoon serving her, in a sexual way, but she had to go back to work. I went home, wishing she had time for us to be together. I drove home horny, but I had permission to masturbate, and knew that was the first thing I was going to do when I got home. I was wet, horny, randy, dying to cum, as I drove home. I don't know if I was distracted, or my mind was just elsewhere, but I wasn't paying much attention when I pulled into my garage. As I walked toward the door, I felt a hand slapped hard over my mouth. I was stunned. His other arm was around my waist. He picked me up off the ground. I struggled. I kicked backwards, and fought him with my arms. He forced me down on to the floor, and laid on top of me. His hand, in a glove stayed over my mouth. His weight was to much, and I could not get free. He told me if I made any noise, he would hurt me. I heard tape being pulled off a roll. A second man quickly put the tape over my mouth, when the first man moved his hand. I got out a short small scream. Then the gloved hand covered my eyes. I had only seen the second mans shoes, (work boots) and pants (jeans). I could breath, but couldn't make any sound. Then a cloth bag was forced over my head. It was loosely shut around my neck. Then my arms were forced behind my back, and my wrists taped together. It hurt my shoulders a little. My feet were still kicking, but they were forced together, and my ankles taped together. Then the men rolled me over, and sat me up. They told me to make no sound, or any attempt to get away. They threatened to hurt me. By this time, I was wondering if this was the scene I has asked for. I tried to recognize one or both of the voices, but I didn't. I heard the garage door opened. I heard a car trunk opened, and I was picked up and carried to the trunk. They put me in the trunk, and told me to just lay there and b quiet. If I did what I was told, I would have nothing to worry about. I didn't know if it was my car or not, but my trunk is pretty full, and this one seemed empty, so I assumed it was a car they had brought. They closed the trunk, and I felt them get into the car. Then I felt us driving away. We drove for what seemed like forever. I have no idea how far we drove, or where we were going. I spent the time thinking. I hoped this was my staged abduction, I knew that excited me, alot, but I wasn't sure. I was scared that it wasn't, but hoped that it was. The one thing that was for sure. I wasn't wet and horny anymore. That is how I was abducted. Does anyone want to hear the rest. I warned you it was intense.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/14/2007 10:00:27 PM)
It was a long drive. Like I said, it seemed we drove forever. Finally, I felt the car stop, and the engine turned off. I had a lot of time to think, while we drove. I was scared, terrified, and confused. I did manage some rational thoughts. Whoever these people were, they didn't want to hurt me, or they wanted more than to just hurt me because they could have done that in my garage. But then I thought that maybe they took me so far away to hurt me. I didn't know. I felt and heard the trunk open. The fresh air felt good. Inside the trunk, I could easily breathe, but it smelled of gas, and I had a headache. My head hurt, but all of me was sore. I was laying on my side, and I bounced with every bump in the road. Car trunks are not made for people to ride in. Every inch of me ached. I was picked up and carried into wherever we were. I was carried inside. I heard birds, and leaves rustling. I was trying to remember things like this. I wanted to be able to tell somebody everything about where I was, and who took me, if I ever got the chance to tell somebody. I was carried inside, heard a door close, then carried further, and heard a second door close. I was in a room. Wherever I was, I was in a seperate room. I was put in a standing position. From behind, I heard a man tell me to stand up, and stand straight. My side was sore, my shoulders ached from my hands being taped together behind my back, and my ankles hurt. They were taped together, but while we drove, they rubbed together, in the same spot, for a long time. I heard the tape around my ankles being cut. Then someone yanked it off. My god that felt good. I was able to move my feet apart, and I did so, without thinking. It was a natural response. The man behind me told me not to move again unless I was told to. I wanted to say "yes Sir" because I wanted them to know I would do what they said. I didn't want to be hurt. But I couldn't say anything because the tape was over my mouth. I nodded, but I didn't know if they could tell because the bag was over my head. I felt my jeans opened and yanked down. They were around my ankles. I was told to step out of them. I was wearing heels, and so I kicked them off, and stepped out of my jeans. I felt a hand on my calf, and one leg raised. The man was trying to put my shoes back on me. I thought "So this man likes women in heels" another thing to remember. I lifted my leg, and bent my knee, so he could put my shoe back on. He do so, but it was kind of rough. He hadn't done this before. I took a second to get my baance, this is harder than you think when you can't see, you are scared, and your hands are taped together behind your back. Try it, it isn't easy. Once I was set, I lifted the other foot, and he put the other shoe on. I was nudged forward, and the man said, "move forward, slowly". I did inch forward, with his hands on my hips, guiding me. I felt something hard against my waist. He told me to stop. He then asked me if I wanted to be hurt. I violently shook my head NO! He told me to close my eyes. Squeeze them shut tight. I did. He asked if my eyes were closed, and I nodded. I thought "Good. I can at least communicate with these men". I heard more tape come off the roll, and the bag was removed from my head. With my eyes squeezed shut, I felt tape being placed over my eyes. He asked me if I could see, and I shook my head no. I couldn't. He then told me to not say anything unless I was told to talk. He asked if I understood, and I nodded. Then I felt the tape come off my mouth. I worked my lips and jaw around a little. I felt the tape on my wrists being cut and pulled off. My hands and feet were now free, but what could I do? I didn't know how many there were against me, or where I was, or anything. For a second, I thought about screaming, and fighting, but decided that would probably end up getting me hurt. For all I knew, that is what these men were hoping for. I did nothing. I was wearing a button down blouse, and I felt it ripped off. I heard the buttons popping as it was torn off. Then I felt the metal of the scissors against my chest, between my breasts, as they tried to cut my bra off. They hadn't planned this part very well. I am large breasted, and they couldn't cut it. The man behind me unhooked it, and it was removed. I was now only wearing panties, and shoes. I felt one man take each arm, and hold them out to my side. Including the man behind me, I now knew there were at least three men here. I was glad I didn't decide to fight. I felt a hand on my back, and being pushed forward. The man said "bend over". I did, and he kept guiding me down. I was bending way over. I knew now what my waist was up against. It was a table. I was being bent over a table. My stomach, breasts, and finally all of me above the waist was now laying on the table. I felt one wrist being taped to a table leg, then the other. If I turned my head sideways, I could rest my cheek on the table. If I kept my head forward, I could rest my chin, or move it far enough to drop my head off the table. I kept my head sideways. My weight was on the table. I was standing on my toes. I then felt on leg lifted, and then the other. My weight was now completely supported by the table. My legs were spread, and each ankle taped to a table leg. I was face down, spread eagle, taped to a table. Then I felt the crotch of my pantied pulled away from me, cut, and my panties ripped off. I was now face down, spread eagle, taped to a table, and except for my shoes, naked. I knew what was next, and I tried to get ready for the obvious. I felt a man ram himself into me. I hadn't heard any of them getting undressed. But this guy had his pants down at least. He was fucking me. I was "fucking", for the first time in my life, I was being fucked. I wasn't ready, and it hurt, but I just gritted my teeth, and took it. Then I felt my hair yanked, and my head lifted. I heard a new voice. This man said, "We should shave her head!" I didn't care if they did. hair grows back. Then I felt his cock head touch my lips. I knew what he wanted, and I opened my mouth for him. He began to fuck my mouth, all the time holding my head up by my hair. I thought "this guy is an idiot! How is he going to hold my head up so he can fuck my mouth if they shave my head." The idea that he was stupid scared me more. I could have easily bit him, or hurt him, but that seemed like a really bad idea. Instead I flicked my tongue around, and did the best for him that I could, under the circumstances. I felt the man behind me grab my ass. His fingers dug into me, and I heard him cum. He pulled out, and in seconds another man rammed into me. Here we go again I thought. A little while lated the man in my mouth came. I tasted his cum. I thought "well, they aren't wearing condoms when they fuck my mouth at least!' I have no idea why I was thinking about condoms. Maybe if he was wearing a condom it would mean tat this was staged, maybe, but he wasn't. I don't remember how many times I was fucked, three or four, I think. I know two men came in my mouth. I tried to swallow the cum, but it wasn't possible in this position, so some of it dribbled out of my mouth, and down my chin. Then I felt a man slowly press himself against my ass. I knew they would get around to this. I felt him start to fuck my ass. I don't know why, but this should have really hurt, and it didn't. I like being fucked in the ass, and I have done it many times, sometimes without lube, but even that hurts. This wasn't great, but it wasn't as painfull as I thought it would be. After this man came, I felt the tape being cut off my wrists and ankles. I was stood back up, and I felt a collar being put around my neck. At this point I am standing naked, except for my shoes, with a collar around my neck. More to come.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/14/2007 10:01:53 PM)
The man took my hand and walked about three steps away. Then I felt something clipped on to the collar. I assumed it was a lead or a leash of some kind. I was told to stand there, still and quiet. Then I heard something make noise on the table. It was my purse. They had emptied the contents of my purse on the table and were going through them. Then I heard the door open and close. I heard the man walk back to me. He told me to close my eyes. The tape was still on them, but I could close them. He asked me if they were closed. I nodded. He then removed the tape, and put the bag back over my head. He then said he was going to leave the room, and when I heard the door close, I was to count to 5 out loud, and then I could remove the bag. I was told that once the bag was off my head, I could talk in a normal voice, but not scream. I was told nobody would hear me screm, but that it bothered the men. I heard him walk away, and then I heard the door close. I counted, out loud and slowly, to 5. I then took the bag off. I had seen part of the room before, but only a very small part. There was the table, now empty. There were no wwindows. Right in front of me, pointing at me there was a camera, a video camera, on a tripod. Next to me was a chair. The collar was tight, but not so tight that I could not turn around in it. I turned around. I saw my leash was a chain. A short chain. It was locked on to the collar. I couldn't remove it. It was attached to an eyebolt in the wall. The bolt was well above my head. I could reach it, but there was no way to get it out of the wall. Also attached to the eyebolt were many other chains, 4 others. All of different lengths. The longer chains would allow me more movement, around the room. The chain I was wearing was the shortest. I then noticed 4 other bolts in the wall. Attached to each was a restraint. They were spread apart, two high, and two low. I knew they were ankle and wrist restraints. I knew they were set up so that I could be cuffed, spread eagle to the wall. Facing either way. I shuddered to imagine what would happen if they put me in these restraints. I turned back around. I again saw the chair. It was a plain wooden chair. No padding, nothing, just a chair. But it would do. I had been standing in heels for a long time, and my legs ached. I don't stand in heels often. Taped to the back of the chair was an envelope. I took it off, moved the chair, and sat down. Or, I tried to sit down. When I tried to sit down, the chain ran out and I almost hung myself. The chair was to low. It was to low to kneel on. It was useless. I had to stand. I almost cried. A stupid wooden chair. And I wanted it so badly. Right then, I would have given anything just to sit down. I looked right into the camera and said, "The chain is to short for me to sit". I tried to sound angry, but I think my desperation came through. I waited, and nothing happened. I didn't know if they could hear me or not. I didn't know if the stupid camera was even on. I was so frustrated, so scared, and still somewhat angry. Some tears did come out. I opened the envelope, and in it were typed pages of instructions. To paraphrase the note, it said, whenever anyone beside me was in the room, I had to have the bag on. I then looked at the bag. I was purple, and it was a soft cloth. It was not uncomfortable. It used a drawstring to close around my neck. I really doubted I could be strangled with that string. The note went on to say that I was required to "earn rewards". I had to decide what I wanted to earn, and how I could earn it. In short, I would ask for something, they would decide if I could earn it, I would then offer something to them. If my offer was enough, then I would be allowed to earn the reward. I would also be punished if I did anything wrong. Anything was in caps. I looked at the camera and said that I understood the instructions. I then said I wanted to be released. That was the reward I wanted. I said I would do anything they wanted to get my release. I offered every sexual act you can imagine. I pleaded, begged, and cried. Nothing happened at all. Nothing. I waited and nothing. The note had told me to think. To use my head. I tried. I decided I wasn't getting a response not because I didn't offer enough, but because I was asking for to much. Release was not a reward I could have. But maybe they didn't want sex. They had all just used me, I didn't know. So, I tried something different. I looked into the camera and said, "I want to earn a longer chain, so I can sit down" Again nothing. Why??? Because I offered nothing. Again, I offered oral, anal, vaginal, whatever they wanted. Still nothing. Then I had a thought. I lifted my left breat to my mouth, and began to lick the nipple. I saw the camera adjust. It was focusing. I licked myself for a while, then did the same with the right breast. A small door, I mean really tiny, behind the camera opened. I could see nothing through it. A stiff wire came through with a note on the end of it. It got close, and I grabbed the note. The door closed. All the note said was "Put the bag on". I did. I tightend the string tighter than they ever had. I heard the door open, felt a second chain being attached and the first removed. I stood silent and still as this happened. I then heard him leave, and the door close. I counted to 5 and removed the bag. The chain was longer, but it was still the second shortest one. It was long enough for me to sit down. I know this sounds stupid, but just sitting down felt so good. Just a little more freedom felt good. And my legs really were beginning to ache. My calves were killing me. I sat down. I needed to think. I really needed to think. I just wasn't sure what to do, or what to even think about. I decided to first, silently repeat everything I could remember. I kicked my shoes off and wiggled my toes. That felt better also. The tiny door opened again. The wire with a note was coming. I grabbed the note. The wire was removed, and the door closed. The note said "Put the bag on, and kneel on the chair bent over, facing the wall." I did what it said. I thought somebody wanted another quick fuck. So my nipple licking hadn't been enough. I braced myself for more forced entry. I heard a man come in. I had the bag on my head, so he couldn't see me gritting my teeth. I could easily take whatever his cock could dish out, but I didn't want to. I was ready. Then I felt a really sharp sting on my ass. I could feel the pain, it was intense, I could feel the heat, and I could feel a welt rising. I was shocked. I hadn't expected this. I screamed "ouch". It was an involuntary response. I hadn't expected this at all. So, they were going to randomly beat me for no reason. Tears flowed. I should have expected this, but I didn't. I got three mmore painfull stings, and each one really hurt. On each one I stiffened, and said "owwwwie" to myself, but it did come out loud, quietly, on the last one. I felt another envelope pushed into my hand. My hands were gripping the back of the chair tightly. I heard the man walk away, and the door close. I counted to 5, and removed the bag. I turned back around and sat down. My ass was really stinging, but sitting still with a sore ass still felt better than standing. Besides I thought, I might as well get used to random beatings. The sex stuff didn't scare me so much anymore, but the beatings did. I had no idea how far they might take it, or if one or more was a true sadist. I opened the envelope. the note inside said "You did not earn a reward. You removed your shoes without earning that reward. That is why you were punished." I hadn't even thought of that. He was right, I didn't ask, I just did it, because I could. I felt very relieved. My ass stung, but I smiled. He was being fair. The beating wasn't random, it was my fault. I made a mistake. I put my shoes back on, dried my eyes, looked right into the camera and said, "Sir, I would like to earn the right to remove my shoes." Before I could make an offer, or continue, the tiny door opened again. I saw the note coming. I grabbed it and read it. The wire was removed, and the door closed. The note said, "put the bag on, and assume the position" I put the bag on my head, but "assume the position"? I didn't know what position. I guessed. I again knelt on the chair, facing the wall, with my ass and pussy exposed. Maybe I would be fucked, maybe I would be beat again, maybe this was the wrong position. I didn't know. I heard the door open, and I heard him approach me. The first new sting gave away his intention. God these hurt. What had I done? I cried again, but not only from the pain, but because I didn't know what I did wrong. maybe he really was a sadist, That scared me. What did I do wrong. I got four more stings, and that left four more welts on my ass. Again, and envelope was stuffed in my hand, and I heard him leave, and the door close. I was so frustrated, so upset. I almost made another mistake. I spun around, and sat down. God my ass hurt. I reached for the bag, but remembered I hadn't counted to 5. I did the count and removed the bag. I read the note. It was long. this had happened so fast that I realized that the notes must have been prepared ahead of time. There was no way he typed this out, printed it, attached it to the wire and opened the door that quickly. He already was prepared to give me this note. It said, "I am not your "Sir". You are not my sub, and I am not your Dom. Submission and Dominance are gifts that are given. The gifts are earned through trust, respect, and open communication. We have none of that. You are caged and chained like an animal, because I DO NOT trust you. I know you do not trust me. You called me "Sir". You were insincere, and that was a lie. A lie of your heart and soul. I will NOT tolerate lies, and I will NOT tolerate insincerity. The punishments for any future lies, or any future insincerity will be severe. Very severe." I looked around. The four restraints on the wall told me he was prepared to make the punishments worse. Right then, putting me back on the small chain would have been more punishment than I could take. I was relieved he had decided to whip my ass instead. The note went on to say, "you will communicate only with me, and you will talk to me through the camera. You may call me "K". Good submissives are treasures and gems. They are valuable, and worth protecting, and caring for. They do not lie, and they are not insincere! You are not a good submissive to me. You are nothing but a cunt, a slut, a whore to be used!" That ended the note. He was right again. I was lying, and I was insincere when I called him "Sir". He wasn't by any means my Dom, and I wasn't his sub. I thought that by calling him Sir, I could stroke his ego. make things easier for me. I thought he would like that. I was wrong. Well, if it was truth and sincerity he wanted, he would get it. I faced the camera, and I spoke. "K, you are correct. I was lying, and I wasn't sincere. I thought you were just some sadist sex freak. Maybe you are, I don't know. I did not know you were a Dom. You never told me as much. I aasure you that I will never lie to you again. I just hope you are man enough to handle the truth." It was a huge risk I know. I was being a bitch. But, I was being honest. I waited, scared, but trying not to show it. Nothing happened. Nothing. I waited a little longer, and still nothing. I spoke into the camera again. "K, I want to remove my shoes. My feet hurt. I do not wear heels that often, and these shoes hurt my feet anyway. If I had known this was going to happen I would have worn different shoes." Again, it was a risk. I was being bitchy. I had a bitchy tone. Again, nothing happened. He was allowing me to talk to him like this, but I couldn't lie. I looked back into the camera. "K, I know I have to earn the reward. I know I must earn the right to take off my shoes. So here you go. Watch closely." I knew that licking my nipples had gotten me the linger chain, and the chair. Now I wanted to remove my shoes. I took one hand, and with a finger on each side, I tugged my pussy open. I nudged my ass to the end of the chair. That hurt because my ass was still stinging, and had welts. Then I took the other hand and with one finger, I began to play with my clit. I rubbed it, swirled it around, and played with it. I did get wet, and it did feel good, but I wasn't going to cum. Even if I wanted to, and I didn't, I doubted I could. I kept this up for a while, long enough to fool him I hoped, then I make all the right noises and movements to convince him I came. I was wet and excited, and that was lucky for me. I hoped it would help to convince him that my orgasm was real. It wasn't I faked it. I knew it was a huge risk, but it seemed worth taking. The tiny door opened, and the wire with the note came through. I would know in a second if I had fooled him. If I did, I got the reward. If I didn't....I didn't want to think about it. I was so nervous, so scared. I tried not to show it. I grabbed the note as soon as it was close enough. The wire disappeared, and the tiny door closed. The note said, "Put on the bag." It did not tell me to assume any position, but it also did not tell me that I could remove my shoes. All it meant was that he was coming into the room. I hoped for the best, but I feared the worst as I put on the bag. I heard him enter, and walk to me. God, I was scared. Then I felt one shoe slip off, and my foot being massaged. Then the other shoe, and the other foot. I was so relieved, and it really felt good. I said "Thank yoy K". And I meant it. I heard him walk away, and the door close. I counted to 5 and removed the bag. My feet felt so much better. This was like being in heaven. Sitting, and no shoes on. Even my ass didn't hurt so much anymore. I looked down, and at my feet were a pair of scissors. I could reach them. I picked them up, and looked at them. I have no idea what I was looking for. They were just scissors. I had no idea what he wanted me to do with them. None at all. I had to think about this. More later.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/14/2007 10:02:57 PM)
So, I wondered about the scissors. K wanted something from me with them. I had no idea what. I thought about it. The one man had said that they should shave my head. I looked right into the camera, took my hair, and snipped off a small amount. I waited, and nothing. The camera didn't refocus, nothing. I was lost. I took the scissors, closed them, and slowly inserted them into me. Maybe he wanted me to masturbate with them. Again, nothing. I opened them, and tweaked my nipples with them. Still nothing. I looked back into the camera, and I said "K, I have no idea what to do with these scissors, and I need to pee." I did. I had to go. Nothing happened. I wondered why. Had they left? Was I supposed to use the scissors to escape? For a moment, I believed they had left, and the scissors were nothing but a tool for me to use to escape. I believed this was all staged as a fantasy for me. But, what if I was wrong, and I tried to use the scissors as a tool, and got punished for it. I could take more on my ass, but I didn't want the short chain. I didn't know how to be sure. I looked back into the camera, and now whining a again said I didn't know what to do, and I did have to pee. Nothing. Nothing at all. Then I thought...the bag. I decided that I would put the bag on my head, so they could enter, and talk to the camera. I put the bag on my head, and facing the camera I said again that I was confused, and I had to pee. I wondered if he could hear me. With the bag on my head, my mouth was covered. Then it struck me. My mouth was covered. I pulled the bag off my head, looked at it, and though it was a risk, I took the scissors and cut a hole in the bag where my mouth would be. I faced the camera, or I thought I was, and said again that I had to pee. I tightened the string around my neck and waited. I heard the door open, and someone entered. It was K. I knew because he took my hand, and helped me up. He took me two steps forward, pulled my hand down, until I touched the rim of a bucket. I felt around it, and it was a five gallon plastic pail. This is what I was supposed to pee in. I really had to go. I squatted over the bucket, and started to pee. I knew that the camera was on me now. A naked, hooded woman peeing in a bucket. Humiliating for me, great for the men. As I finished, it occurred to me that I needed toilet paper. I said "K, I need paper". It was then that I felt the head of his cock at my lips. I knew what was required. Still squatting, I sucked his cock, so that I could have some toilet paper. I did the best that I could, and it wasn't long before he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all, carefull to swallow everything, licked my lips, and smiled. I didn't know if he could tell I was smiling. I felt him put the paper in my hand. As I tore some off the roll, and began to use it, I said "Thank you K" I dropped the paper in the bucket, and K walked me back to the chair, and sat me down. I heard him walk away, and the door close. I counted to 5 out loud, and removed the bag. I saw the bucket, still in the room, between me and the camera. The scissors was gone, but the bucket was still there. I didn't want to spend time in a room with a bucket full of my own urine. I looked at the camera and asked K to remove the bucket. Nothing. I thought. It hit me. I put on the bag, mouth hole positioned so I could be heard, and suck cock, and said, "K, please remove the bucket." I waited and heard the door open. A man walked up to me and took my hand. This wasn't K. He walked me two steps forward, pushed my back, to bend me forward. He roughly opened my legs, and while I was bent forward, hands on my knees, he fucked me in the ass. His cock was bigger than K's, and it took him a while to cum, but he did. My ass had been whipped twice, and fucked twice. I was getting sore. I was walked back to the chair, I sat, and heard him leave. I counted to 5, removed the bag, and the bucket was gone. I understood it all now, or I thought I did. I looked into the camera, and said that I understood. I might get what I wanted in return for sex. I kept talking into the camera. I was talking to K. There was nobody else to talk to. I said "K, why wasn't it you that fucked my ass? Is twice your limit? Hmmmm, how old are you?" I smiled. "K, I can take all the cock you and your friends can dish out. How many times are you guys going to fuck me today? I can take it. Heck, come on boys, wear yourselves out!" I walked toward the camera, puckered my lips, tweaked my nipples, and walked back. I sat back down, and opened my legs, and played with my pussy and clit. I was wet. I was exhibiting myself for K, and for some reason, that made me wet. I stopped and waited for a reaction. Nothing. Not from K, any of the men, or the camera. I looked into the camera, and said. "Alright K. I will play the game by your rules. I'll keep playing. You guys will be fucked out soon." I was now somewhat sure this was a staged scene. It had been hours, and by now it must be night. I would earn rewards and get fucked in various way for the night, but then they would get me back home for work in the morning. For the first time I got really wet. This was now like a caged gangbang. And, I had some control. I only got fucked with each request. I looked into the camera and said, "K, I am hungry and thirsty. I would like something to eat and drink please." Nothing. Damn, I forgot. I put on the bag, and repeated myself. I heard the door open, my hand grabbed, it again wasnt K. I was put on my hands and knees. I felt a cock at my mouth, and I started to suck it. Then I felt my pussy being entered, and so I rocked and fucked him, while I sucked the other guys cock. I felt hands on my hips, as i was being fucked, and they dug in as that man came. Then the man in my mouth came. I swallowed it all again. I was walked back to the chair, and I sat down. I heard them leave, heard the door close, counted to 5, and removed the bag. There was a plate of spagetti, and a glass of milk. I really don't drink milk, but it was wet, and I was thirsty. I gobbled up the spagetti, and drank all the milk. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew it had been hours since lunch, and I was hungry. The food was good. I looked at the camera again, and said, "K, why don't you guys just come in here, fuck me to your hearts desire, and then get me back home. I was scared, very scared when this started, but now I am just tired and want to go home. You can whip my ass again, or fuck me, or I'll suck your cock, or whatever. But I have to work in the morning, and I need some sleep." I put on the bag. I stuck my tongue out. I said, "Come on K. This was great. Tell MsT this was fantastic. It was everything I wanted. She did great, and you guys did great. Anybody who wants more, come and get it. But then, lets end this. I need sleep." I heard the door open. Thank god. I was so tired. I can fuck tired. I felt a new chain put on the collar. The old one removed. I was walked away. I bumped into the table. I was pushed down. Being forced on to my back on the table. I felt my legs being pulled apart and raised. Well, at least I got to lay down for my last fuck. My legs were held in the air. I was pulled to the end of the table, my ass almost pulled off the table. Then I felt each hand taked, and placed around a cock. They helped me stroke the cocks. I got it, and started to stroke them. I squeezed, nicely and stroked them as best I could. Then, I felt a cock entering my ass again. I sighed, it was K. Deep down inside I wanted him, the leader to be the last to fuck me. I was hoping he would fuck my pussy, but if he wanted my ass one last time, I was ready to give it to him. I even started to encourage him. Begging him to pound my ass harder. And he did. I could hear him cum, and smiled. Then I felt both of the cocks in my hands cum. They came all over my breasts and my stomach. Ahhh, I could feel it dripping down me. A great ending. I was stood up, and walked back. I felt the chains changed again. I remained standing. That was different. And different was good. It had to be different for me to go home. I heard the men leave, and the door close. I counted to 5, and removed the bag. I wasn't shocked to see the chair moved to far away for me to sit on. I turned around, half expecting the chain to be disconected from the eyebolt in the wall. It wasn't. It was connected to the wall, and to me. So, I was still chained, and now couldn't sit. I looked down, and at my feet was a small matress, and a pillow. I tried, and I could reach it. I could lay down. The chain was long enough, but not long enough for anything else. I sat on the matress. I looked into the camera. I said, "K, I am going to lay down. I am exhausted. I am sure I will fall asleep. Just know that I have to work in the morning.". I was a little pissed. I hate rushing to work, and I couldn't miss the day. MsT knew that. I had to be home early to get ready. I smelled, I had cum on me, I had to shower, wash my hair, brush my teeth, everything. I would have rather that they had taken me home at night, instead of the morning. I laid down, thinking maybe after I was a sleep, they would take me home. I would pretend to stay asleep, if I woke up. So, I laid down and closed my eyes. I was tired, very tired, and I fell asleep almost immediately. I slept well. I woke up, in the morning. Not early in the morning. But in the morning. Nothing in the room had changed. Everything was exactly the same. I had no idea what time it was. But, I knew it was to late for me to get home and make it to work. I really had to pee, really bad, and worse, much worse, I was scared. Terrified! MsT wouldn't have staged this for me to miss work. She knew I couldn't. She wouldn't get me fired. I was fucked. I was scared, terrified. This was real. This wasn't staged. Oh fuck! Oh my God. This was real. More later.

myobedience -> RE: abduction scene (4/14/2007 10:04:38 PM)
So I sat on the matress and cried. I was really scared for the first time. Really scared. It had always occurred to me that this might be real, but in the back of my mind I always thought this was staged. I had asked for an abduction scene. I thought it would be to coincidental to have me ask for this scene, and then have it happen, and not be staged. But, it was morning, I wasn't leaving, so it must be real. God, what was I going to do now. So, I cried. I did stop, and picked up the bag. My hands were shaking. I put the bag on, looked at the camera, and said "K, I have to pee." I waited. Shortly I heard the door open, and heard someone come to me. I felt the chain changed again. Then I was walked forward and I felt the bucket again. I squatted over it and started to go. I felt a cock at my lips. It wasn't K. I sucked. I hoped I was sucking for paper and not for the bucket. I got lucky, and the paper was put in my hand. I finished, focused on sucking, and felt, and tasted the man cum. I swallowed it all. How long was this going to go on? Till they got bored? When I thought it was staged I hoped they would get bored, not that scared me. What would they do when they got bored? I tried to stand up, but the man held my shoulders, and I was forced to stay squatting for a few minutes. This was uncomfortable. I heard other footsteps. There was more than one man in the room. After a while, the man stood me up. He walked me back. Then I heard the men walk to the door, and the door close. I counted to 5, and removed the bag. The matress and pillow were gone. The chair was back. I sat down. I looked at the camera, and I talked to K. "K, I am scared. I thought this was staged, and now I know it isn't." I then told him how I had asked for an abduction fantasy. It wasn't this fantasy because never did I give details of what i wanted, and I never dreamed it would last more than a day. What I wanted was to be forcibly abducted, and raped and used by a group of men, then released. That was all I had ever asked for. I told him I was scared. I didn't know what they were going to do, or if I would be released. I cried, on and off. I told him I hadn't seen anyone, didn't know anyone, couldn't identify anyone, so that they should use me, as much as they wanted, then leave. I promised no repercussions. I didn't even know if he was listening. Then I said, "K, can I have breakfast, or at least a cup of coffee?" I got nothing. I forgot again. I put on the bag, and asked again. I heard the door open and the men come in. I was stood up, then led forward and put on my hands and knees. I felt a man enter me from behind. I was being fucked again. I could feel heat, and small food. It was on the floor, below my face. My head was pushed down, and my nose was pushed in to food. I got some in my mouth. It was eggs. Scrambled eggs. I could eat it off the plate, like a dog. I did eat it. It wasn't easy. I wasn't even paying attention to being fucked. I noticed the hands grip harder as the man came. He pulled out, and a second man entered me. I just kept eating. The plate was paper. I got all the eggs off of it, and picked my head up. The second man came, pulled out, and slapped my ass. It was very hard to eat the eggs through the bag. But I think I got them all. I was stood up, and brought back to the chair. I heard the men leave, and the door close. I counted to five, and removed the bag. I picked the eggs off the bag. I looked and at my feet was a large mug of coffee. It wasn't steaming hot, but it was still warm. I took a sip. I didn't know what to do. I was scared, and for the first time, I was bored. Was I supposed to just sit in this chair all day? At least I had a chair, it beat standing all day. I had nothing to do but think about my situation. That was real torture. My imagination conjured up all kinds of terrible scenerios that could happen to me. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like an hour, maybe two. Then I realized that I had a new problem. I had to go to the bathroom again, and it wasn't to pee. Oh my god! Would they make me do this on camera? In a bucket? Damn. I didn't want to do that. I looked at the camera and spoke. "K, I have to go to the bathroom again, and this time its not to pee." I didn't know if I should cry, beg, or be tough. I knew I wanted to use a real bathroom. I talked to the camera again. "K, I'll earn it. I know I have to earn it." Then I stood up, turned around and knelt back down on the chair. I was facing away from the camera. I used on hand to steady myself, and with the other hand I played with my pussy and clit. I got wet. I decided to try and entice K. I really wanted to use a bathroom. I talked to him, facing away from the camera, as I played with myself. I asked him to watch. Told him I was thinking of him. I was, because I didn't know what else to think of. He was my only connection to these men, and what he decided made all the difference in my life right now. I said things like "kiss me K. Lick my nipples. Fuck me K, come on fuck me." I started talking to him to get what I wanted, the bathroom, but talking to him while I masturbated was turning me on. I was enjoying it. I started saying things like, "Fuck me, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass. Please K, fuck me!" And I came. I couldn't believe it. My life was in jeopardy, and I had a gut wrenching orgasm. It felt good. But it also scared me. What if he noticed the difference between this one and the fake one I had the day before? I worried. I sat back down on the chair, and put on the bag. I said, "Come on K, I earned the bathroom, let me use it." I heard the door open, and a man come in. he stood me up. It was K. He pulled my hands behind my back, and put on hand cuffs. Then I felt the chain released. he took my arm, and walked me forward. I felt the floor change from wood to carpet. For the first time since I was put in the room, I was taken out of it. We kept walking. I felt a tiled floor under my feet when we stopped. I was hoping we were in the bathroom. I heard the door close. I was pushed down, and felt the seat of the toilet. I sat there. I waited. I didn't hear the door open or close. He was staying. My hands were still cuffed also. He wasn't letting me use my hands, which meant no paper. God, that would be uncomfortable later. I didn't need that at all. But I went. It took time. I have never been watched doing that. When I was done, I was stood back up. I managed to flush, even with my hands cuffed. He spun me around, bent me over, and a felt a hard, strong slap on one cheek. Then a second on the other cheek. They stung. I didn't know why he was spanking me. It hurt, but not that bad. Then he stood me back up. I asked him why I was being spanked, but got no answer. Then I felt him remove the cuffs. My arms were free. He turned me back around. I could tell, even with the bag on, that we were standing face to face, just inches from each other. I talked softly. "Kiss me K, you want to. I want you to. Fuck me. Use me." I was trying to play up to him, but a small part of me wanted him to take me right there. I don't know why. maybe because he was in control. maybe because he had stayed while I used the bathroom. No man had ever watched that before. How humiliating? How intimate??? He said nothing. He twisted one nipple. Hard. I like that. My knees buckled a little, and I moaned. Then he twisted the other, The same thing happened. I felt him move away, and I heard water running. It was a shower. He had turned on the shower. He spun me around. I felt a towel, a bath towel put in my hands. He made me hold it with both hands. He raised my hands to my face. I was holding the towel just in front of my face. Then in one quick movement, I felt a hand on my back, bending me forward, and the other hand jerked the bag off my head. My face was pushed up against the wall, with the towel between me and the wall. I felt him grab my hair and hold me there. My feet were a few feet from the wall. I knew I couldn't see him. I was startled and scared. I started to scream. "My eyes are closed K! I promise, they are closed!!!! I am not looking!!!!!" My eyes were shut tight. I was scared. He took off the bag, and if I wanted, I could get a look at him. That could be big trouble. My eyes were shut! Nothing happened for a few seconds, and then I said, "Do you want to spank me again K? You can. I won't complain. Do you want to fuck me, or fuck my ass? I am here for you to use me. If my opinion counts K, I want you to fuck me." Again, I was just trying to please him, but the small part of me that wanted him to fuck me was there, and it was bigger than before. Did I really want him to fuck me? I felt something enter me. But something was wrong. It wasn't K. Was this a different man? Were there two en in the room? Then I realized it was a dildo. It had the right shape, but I know the difference between a real man, and hard rubber. It stroked in and out of me. It felt good, but my pussy ad been so used and abused that i was sore. It kind of hurt so good. I wasn't getting wet, or wetter. I had been a little excited when he had me positioned. I hoped he would fuck me. It was better than being spanked again. But this dildo didn't excite me. It was annoying. Painful. I talked to K. "Not a fake cock K. I want you. I want your real cock in me. Please K, Fuck me. Please." I was getting wet. The dildo was sliding in and out easier. It felt better. I jutted my ass backwards. I rocked against the dildo. I kept talking. "Please K. Fuck me." I begged. I cried, I whined, all the time asking him to fuck me. Then my knees got weak, and I exploded in orgasm. God, did I cum. I screamed as I came, "FUCK ME K!" I know this sounds crazy, and God help me, but I meant it. I came begging him to fuck me. He stood me back up. I kept the towel pressed to my face, so I couldn't see. I felt it moved. He pulled it away. I closed my eyes. I closed them tightly. I felt the dildo at my lips, and I took it into my mouth. I could taste myself on it. He raised my hand, and I took it in my hand. I slid it in and out. gently he forced it in deeper. It was big, but I took it. In my throat. I gagged, but I took it. As he removed it, I licked it clean. He then raised the other hand, and put the towel back over my face. I held it there with both hands. He then turned me sideways. I knew now I was facing away from the door. He forced me down on my knees. He pushed my head down. I was kneeling and bowing, with a towel over my face. I heard the door open, and then close. Was he there, or did he leave? I lowered the towel. I said "I am turning around K, with my eyes open. If you are here, I will see you." Nothing, nothing at all. I slowly turned around, and saw nothing. I was alone in the bathroom. The water was still running. He was letting me take a shower. I needed a shower. I saw a camera, pointed at the toilet. I have gone to the bathroom, on camera. Maybe even on tape. What sick bastard was going to beat off watching that. The thought disgusted me. I was happy to be able to take a shower. Delighted! But, some of my joy was tempered by the camera. I liked the idea of K being the one who had watched me. I liked the idea of sharing that only with him. Nothing could be more exposing. I had completely exposed myself to him. But I thought only him, not all the men. Now I didn't know. I hoped it was only him. I decided to believe it was. I stuck my hand in the shower. The water was warm. It felt good. I was ready to step in, but before I did, I sat down on the toilet. It was the only seat. I looked right into the camera and said. "Thank you K. Thank you so much. I owe you one." And I meant it. As I stepped to the shower, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. My hair was a mess. All the putting on and taking off the bag had destroyed it. I don't ever remember looking this bad. My eyes were puffy from crying. My make-up was destroyed. I looked terrible. No wonder K didn't fuck me. I smelled, I looked terrible, I was disgusting. I stepped into the shower, wondering what was next.

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