The plan was simple. I had everything I needed in the bag slung over my shoulder.

I knew the door to the apartment would be unlocked. It was, and I slipped quickly inside, silently closing the door behind me. I stood frozen just inside the door, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom. As soon as I caught the glimpse of the bedroom doorknob in the darkness, I started moving again, stepping around the clutter. The door opened silently; I could hear her breathing. I fished into my bag and pulled out the roll of duct tape. I tore off a single strip, readying it in my hand and put the roll around my wrist for easy access. I took a deep breath, and then I moved.

Caution was less important than speed at that point. I made my way to the bed and slapped the tape over her lips even as I was climbing on top of her. She woke with a start, but the tape muffled her cry of surprise as I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Be quiet,” I told her.

She blinked sleepily, looking up at me, but she didn’t make a sound.

“Good girl. If you do what I tell you, I won’t have to hurt you.”

She nodded.

“I’m going to take you. I’ve been watching you for a long time, and now I’m going to kidnap you.”

She squirmed under me, pulling at her wrists, but she couldn’t break free.

“I’m going to take you far away from here, but first I’m going to tie you up so you don’t do anything silly like try and escape.” I switched my grip so I could hold both of her small wrists with one hand, and pulled the tape off of the roll and quickly bound her wrists. It was sloppy, but it was functional, and I could tidy it up later. I had plenty of time.

“Now let’s see what I’m working with.” I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the light. We both blinked against the sudden brightness, and I took the time to get up and pull the sheet back. She was wearing a sexy black little negligee and matching black panties. “Oh, were you all dressed up for me?”

She moaned, pulling her bound arms down to cover herself.

“As sexy as these are,” I said, running my hands up her legs. “I’m going to need to borrow them.” I hooked my thumbs through the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her smooth legs. She tried to struggle to keep them on, but it was too late.

“You can have them back,” I told her as I straddled her again. I grabbed the tape and slowly peeled it off of her lips. “You’ve been very quiet and cooperative so far, but I’m not taking any chances.” I stuffed her panties into her mouth. “Besides, I like my new slave quiet.”

She moaned as she accepted her new gag. I plastered the tape back across her mouth and added a few more strips for good measure. “Let’s give that a test.” I pinched her nipple, and she gave a muffled squeak of surprise. I knew I didn’t have to worry about the neighbors hearing her.

“Now.” I sat back on her legs and moved my hands down her body. “You shave down there. Good.” I ran my fingers over her smooth mound, circling her slit. She moaned. “That’s going to have to wait.” Her moan almost sounded disappointed as I pulled my hands back before going further, and I got up. I’d have plenty of time to play with her once I’d kidnapped her.

“We have a long trip ahead of us,” I told her, taking something else from my bag of tricks. “Do you know what this is?”

She stared at the object in my hand, slowly nodding. She knew what it was, and what it meant. I slowly ran the diaper over her bare skin, letting her feel the smooth plastic shell and soft padding. “I’m going to diaper you. I can’t have you making mess in my car, and this way I can keep you tied up as long as I want.”

She didn’t struggle or fight it, even lifting her butt up for me to slide the diaper under her. She was already much smaller than me, putting her in a diaper just magnified that power dynamic. Bound, gagged, and now infantilized, it was just another layer of helplessness. “You look cute like this,” I told her, rubbing her crotch through her diaper, the plastic crinkling. She moaned and I could see a blush come to cheeks above her gag.

“But I can’t just walk you out of your apartment like this.”

She moaned questioningly.

“Someone else might see you all cute and helpless and try to kidnap you themselves.” I got up and opened her closet. “These should do.” I found a hoodie and a skirt that would be perfect. I got the skirt on her easy enough. “I’m going to untie your hands. You’re not going to give me any trouble, are you?”

She shook her head. Even though I knew she wouldn’t, I still taped her fists into balls before I sat her up and unwound the tape from her wrists. The sweatshirt was oversized, concealing her negligee, and the long sleeves more than covered her helpless tape-covered hands. I zipped it up, and the last piece I needed I saw sitting on the dresser. I’m pro-masks, not just because I take pandemics seriously, but because they are perfect for concealing a gag. I slipped it on her, making sure no tape was visible, and then pulled her to her feet. She shifted, adjusting to the diaper between her legs, and I stood behind her, turning her towards the mirror above the dresser. I made her look at herself. “I can just walk you right out that door. If we run into anyone, no one’s going to know that you’re being kidnapped. They won’t know you’ve got your panties taped in your mouth, or that I’ve put you in a diaper.” She had been looking at me in the reflection, but she looked at herself, knowing it was true. I pulled out my own mask and slipped it on. “Even once people notice you’re missing, the building’s cameras won’t be able to identify me. I’m just another guy in a mask. I could be anybody.”

She reached her hands up towards her face but I held them down. “It’s time to go.”

I guided her to the door. She didn’t put up a fuss when I put her shoes on her. I had one more thing in my bag to keep her distracted and complacent before we left. Her eyes widened as she saw me pull out a small vibrator.

“Just a little something to keep you occupied on the trip.” I turned it on low and slipped it down the front of her diaper. She moaned and squirmed as I made sure it was in just the right spot.

“Say goodbye to your old life.”

She looked around and moaned before I ushered her out of the apartment. There was no one in the hall, not a soul to witness her abduction. I put my arm around her shoulder; we looked just like a couple going out to run some late night errands.

“If you’re going to be a good girl, you can ride up front with me,” I told her as we approached my car. “If not, I won’t hesitate to hogtie you in the trunk.”

She shook her head, clearly eager to avoid a long, uncomfortable ride being treated like cargo. That worked for me; I was more than happy to spend more time with my new slave.

I opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. I had rope in my bag which I used to bind her ankles, thighs and wrists before tightly buckling her in.

“Can’t have you seeing where we’re going.” I pulled out a sleep mask and put it over her eyes, blindfolding her.

I took one last look around. There were no witnesses to the kidnapping. I got in the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Are you ready to go to your new home?” I put my hand on her thigh. She blindly turned her head towards the sound of my voice and grunted into her gag. I stroked her leg as I started driving, stealing her away.

“You’re going to like it,” I assured her as I drove. “I’m going to keep you tied up and helpless and never let you go.” I took alternate routes, making as many unnecessary turns as possible to make sure there was no way she’d know where I was taking her. It was probably unnecessary. I could tell that the vibrator was really working on her.

“You really like being all tied up and helpless, don’t you?” I asked, reaching up under her skirt and playing with the little buzzing toy in her diaper. She moaned deeply. It wasn’t a no.

When we were stopped at a red light, I informed her, “There’s a cop across from us.”

She sat up straight, looking around blindly.

“He waved to me. I waved back. It’s late; he probably just assumes you’ve got the sleep mask on because you’re trying to sleep. He has no idea you’re being kidnapped. He can’t save you. No one can.”

She squirmed and moaned. There was no cop; the streets were empty. I made it up just to reinforce how helpless she was. She was mine, and I relished in reminding her of that.

I toyed and played with her the entire drive. Her diaper was wet, in more ways than one, when we finally pulled into my building’s parking garage. “We’re home.”

I got out and came around to her side. I untied her legs in case we ran into someone, but I had no intention of removing her blindfold yet, so I just scooped her up into my arms and carried her inside. She didn’t struggle, probably afraid of being dropped.

“Welcome home.” I took her straight inside and threw her down on my bed.

She wriggled forward, attempting to remove her blindfold. I pulled it off for her, her eyes wide in shock as I didn’t stop there, untying her wrists so I could strip her out of the sweatshirt and skirt I had dressed her in, her mask, her shoes, even her skimpy black negligee until she was in just the diaper, her panties still taped in her mouth.

“You’ve been very good so far.” I ripped the tape off of her lips and pulled out the sodden panties. “And you’re going to continue to be a good girl for me. Do you know why?”

“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to punish you.” Before she could speak again I shoved a pink ball gag in her mouth. “And that threat is going to carry a lot more weight if I demonstrate exactly what I do to naughty girls.”

She squealed in surprise as I spun her around, pushing her facedown on the mattress. I already had leather cuffs tied to the corners of the bed, and I quickly got her tied down.

She struggled, testing her restraints. She cried out as I spanked her padded ass. “Naughty girls get spanked.”

The bed shook as she bucked and writhed, unable to escape. I was just getting started. I yanked her diaper down around her thighs and started spanking her bare ass, her bubble butt jiggling and quickly turning red.

“Is someone enjoying this?” I reached between her legs; she was soaked. The vibrator had gotten her warmed up, but it was clear she was really enjoying being disciplined. “Is someone a naughty girl who likes being punished?”

She blubbered nonsense around her gag, drool spilling out all around the ball.

“I need to get you a bib to go with your diapers,” I told her as I grabbed a black strip of cloth and tied it over her mouth.

Her moans were more muffled as I groped her well-spanked ass. I spread her cheeks, and she screamed as I dribbled cold lube over her tight butthole. I teased her back entrance with a buttplug, pushing it in a little at a time and pulling it back out, letting her get accustomed to the new toy.

I put the vibrator back into place, and she lifted her hips up, making it easier.

“You’re quite the needy little thing. Do you want more?”

She grunted affirmatively into her gag, rolling her hips.

I grabbed a dildo. The lube wasn’t necessary. The massive silicon phallus slid right into her pussy. She bounced up and down on the bed, moaning louder and louder as I rammed the dildo into her over and over.

“Don’t cum yet.”

She was pleading into the ballgag.

“You don’t get to cum without permission.”

She was trying to get away now; it was too much, and she wouldn’t be able to help it. She tried rolling over, tried closing her legs, tried pulling herself up the bed.

“Wait for it.” I held her down, still pumping her with the dildo. “Ten,” I started counting down. “Nine.”

Her breathing was rapid, muffled gibberish escaping her gag.

“Eight. Seven.” I wiggled the plug in her ass, making her writhe. “Six. Five.” I turned up the vibrator. Her breathing got faster. “Four. Three...” I slowed the counting, dragging it out. She was whimpering.

“Two...”

I paused, savoring her desperate muffled whines.

“One. Cum for me.”

She screamed, her whole body seizing against the restraints. I pushed the dildo all the way into her and pull the diaper back up to keep her from completely soaking the bed as she came like a fountain. She screamed again and again as orgasms wracked her helpless body.

“There’s a good girl. Cum for me.” I started spanking her again, sending her into overdrive. She was shaking her head, pleading through her gag that she couldn’t take anymore.

“You’ve got one more good one in you.” I pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, and it turned out she had two, maybe three left in her.

Finally I switched the vibrator off and pulled out the dildo. She was a limp, sweaty mess. I pulled the gag down around her neck.

“Thank you,” she panted, her voice hoarse.

“Of course. How are you doing?” I asked as I started untying her.

There was a pause, either to find the right word or remember how to speak again. “Wonderful.”

“Good.” I rolled her over and pulled her into my arms.

“Noodly,” she added.

I lifted her arm and let it drop, where it flopped and bounced limply back on the bed. “Yeah you are.”

“We should do that more often.”

She gasped as I wiggled the plug still deep inside her.

“We will,” I promised.