*kidnapping *BDSM themes

She woke confused. Lost. No idea where she was or how she had gotten there. She was laying on her back looking at a not-quite-white ceiling. She couldn’t move her arms or legs and something was gouging into her back. Lifting her head she could see there was a leather cuff around each wrist and the cuffs were attached to each end of a wooden rod about three feet in length. The rod was under her back . She managed to sit up and saw her legs were bound in a similar to fashion though the rod seemed a little shorter. Rolling over would be impossible and standing up would be very difficult but she had to try. She could bend her knees but with her legs spread open and not being able to use her hands she could not leverage herself up. She looked around the room. Bare walls, no furniture except the mattress she was laying on, and then she saw him. Sitting on a stool behind her. Watching her. He seemed vaguely familiar but she did not know why. “What is going on? Who are you?”

“Lay down and be quiet.”  A simple, calm command.

“Who are you?” she yelled. “What the fuck do you think you are…”  She stopped when he quickly stood and walked to her. He knelt beside her. When he looked into her eyes she saw intensity and confidence. Again she felt he was familiar. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked her roughly back onto the mattress.

Oddly her first thought was ‘ponytail? I didn’t have my hair in a ponytail.’ It all came to her in a flood. The coffee shop where she always went after work. She had seen him there a few times. Just another caffeine addict. A smile. A nod. A cup lifted in greetings. She had been in line when he held out a cup. “Macchiato, right?” They had shared a table. Small talk if they both looked up from their phones at the same time. He had a nice smile and those intense eyes. Then she had gotten sick. Or had she? She had felt disoriented. A little nauseous. He told her she looked pale and asked if she had a fever. She had left the coffee shop to go home and he had followed her out. Offered to give her a ride but she refused. She knew better than to get in a stranger’s car. But she had! She remembered him guiding her to the car even as she told herself not to go. It was as if her body would not listen to her mind. He practically lifted her and put her in the seat, buckled her seatbelt.

Now he was buckling something around her neck and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He moved down to her feet and began fiddling with the cuff of her pants. She was scrambling through possible courses of action. What should she do? What could she do? The EMT shears were cutting past her knee, closing in on her hip, before she realized what he was doing. She tried to sit up but whatever he had buckled around her neck kept her from raising up. By lifting her head she could see her pants split the length of one leg. “I know what you are thinking” he said as he slid his fingers under waistband, sliding his fingers against her skin from bellybutton to hip. “Why didn’t I undress you while you were asleep? Yes, I could have, but where is the fun in that?” His smile was a sharp as the shears as they sliced through the waist of her pants.

He was pulling away the remains of her bra and she was still talking. Calmly. Trying to convince him to stop. Trying to connect to him as a person. She had read that somewhere, if you are kidnapped try to get them to see you as a person. An individual. Share personal details. She was telling him about her family when he slid the back of the shears up her breast and across her hard nipple. A little pain, a little fear, and a jolt of energy that ran down her body and straight between her legs. He seemed to move in slow motion as he cut each side of her panties and then pulled them out from under her. When he leaned over she thought he was taking a closer look at her but then she realized what he was doing. He was smelling her, the scent of her arousal. When he looked at her a phrase from an old song came to her. ‘Hungry like a wolf…” and then he was gone.

When he returned she was as he had left her. Naked. Spread out on the mattress. As he circled the bed he watched her eyes widen, the rise and fall of her chest speed up. He had taken off his clothes. And was obviously aroused. She could see the leather flogger in his hand. She was talking to him again. This time her voice revealed a little more desperation. He knelt beside her, lowered the flogger until the strips of leather were touching her neck, and trailed them down her body. Over her breasts. Down her flat stomach. Goose bumps popped up on her skin. With a quick movement his arm flew out and back, the flogger struck her hip and thigh. Her yelp of pain was cut short when he pushed the ball gag into her mouth. He looked into her eyes as he fastened it around her head. Large black holes where her irises had been. Extreme fear or extreme arousal. The pleading sounds escaping around the gag and the quick short breaths said ‘fear‘. The juices dripping between her legs and the hot wet welcome his finger received when he pushed them into her said ‘arousal‘.  

“What are you saying? Pain? More Pain? Oh, baby girl you don’t have to ask for pain.”  He licked his fingers, looked at her for a long moment and said “Damn, I wish you had been stronger. I didn‘t want to win this time.”  He unfastened the gag and pulled it from her mouth.

“RAINSTORMRAINSTORMRAINSTORMRAINSTORM”

“Shh. Shh. Calm down. I hear you. Rainstorm. Your safe word. You are using your get out jail free card. Your extreme fantasy is now over. Deep breaths. Deeeeeeep breaths.  I will undo your restraints in a few minutes. Experience has taught me it is safer to wait until you have calmed down. The last thing I want is for you to bolt out the door naked screaming for the police or to attack me and try to gouge out my eyes.” He watched as her breathing slowed, as the tension began to drain from her body. “OK, more deep breathing. I need to make phone call for the follow-up team. They will ask you some questions about your experience and give you a ride home.”

When he returned to the room she was calmer and she asked him “What did you mean when you said you didn’t want to win this time?”

“Those of us in the program consider it a ‘win’ if we get you to play the get out jail free card before the experience it over. I have won every game I have played. What can I say, I’m good at being bad” he said with a smile. “I knew you would feel safe if you thought this might be staged and as long as you had your safe word. When I put the gag on you I took away that safety net.”

“But why didn’t you want to win this time?”

“I have been following you for about six weeks. And not just at the coffee shop” he said with a wink. “I have read the surveys you filled out, the essay you wrote, and studied the psychological profile they worked up on you. I know your likes and dislikes. I know the desires you have that you aren’t fully aware of yet. Frankly, I was hoping for more time with you. But now I think it is time to turn you loose and find both of us some clothes to put on.”

He knelt down and unfastened the strap which clasped the collar around her neck to the mattress. “But there is one favor I would like to ask of you he said as he held up a long  leash. “One short walk to the door as my pet?”

She agreed and he clipped the leash to her collar and helped her to her feet still wearing the spreaders. The walk was awkward as he led her toward the stool he had sat on and the door behind it. When they reached the stool he reached up to unfasten the leash. Except he didn’t. The forceful yank on the leash caught her off guard and she found herself bent over the stool. Keeping tension on the leash, he pulled it under the rungs on the stool and tied the end to the spreader bar between her legs.

“What are you doing? I said rainstorm. It’s over. You’ve called the team. The follow-up team….” But her questions and protest fell on deaf ears. He walked past her to door. When he shut it she saw a full length mirror had been mounted on it. She was at a slight angle to it and could see herself bent over the stool. She watched as he retrieved the flogger and the gag from the floor. She could see the fear in her eyes. And feel the need between her legs.

“I lied. No call was made. I decided to keep you a little longer. Extreme fantasy made arrangements for you to be gone for a week. Hopefully by then we will have developed a better relationship.”  

He trailed the strips of leather down her back and stroked his cock.

“Baby girl, we have a long night ahead of us.”