You stumble out onto the sidewalk, giggling to yourself. You have been out drinking and are slightly tipsy. You can still function fully, but are feeling good. You walk down the sidewalk on your way to another bar, glancing at cars as they drive by. You see a honda, a subaru, a big lifted truck, a van, a food truck… it all begins blurring together as you shift your attention away from the road. You look at the cars parked next to the sidewalk, some expensive and some beat up. You notice a van with the side door open, but don’t notice anybody around it. As you approach it, you look inside, wondering where the owner is. You call out “hello?” into the van, but it is dark and seems deserted. You turn around to look inside the shops when suddenly a strong arm grabs ahold of your waist and pulls you backwards. You lose your balance and, opening your mouth to cry out, feel a moist cloth appear over your mouth and nose. You take a breath in, and instantly begin to black out. You try to call out again but breathe another breath-full of  chloroform into your lungs, and collapse on the floor of the van.

You wake up an unknown amount of time later, unsure how long you were unconscious for. You try to rub your eyes but your hands aren’t cooperating for some reason. You look up and see straps across your wrists, pinning them to pieces of wood. You look down and see your whole body is strapped down to a wooden X, your arms and legs spread-eagled on a giant X. There are straps on your wrists and elbows roughly pinning your arms up and out away from you, and straps around your knees and ankles pinning them in an uncomfortable spread out stance. There are straps across your thighs, waist, belly, chest and neck, further restricting your movement.

You look around the interior of the van. The X you are strapped to is attached to one side of the van. You look to your left and see the back of the van, where some boxes and bins are stacked, secured to the wall by the same straps you are secured with. To your right, you see the driver’s and passenger’s seat of the van, the latter of which contains the figure of a woman. You cry “Who are you! Why am I tied up?”

The woman turns her head and swivels the chair around so it is facing you. She is wearing a black latex catsuit with matching shiny stilettos. She eyes you for a moment before saying, “I am going to play with you, my kitten”.

You feel a shiver of fear run down your back as she stands up and begins walking towards you menacingly. Her shoes make a loud clu-Clunk sound as she walks, stepping heel-to-toe. You briefly think about calling for help, but the woman seems to read your mind.

“Don’t bother calling for help. I drove us out to the woods where nobody will hear you scream. Besides, I soundproofed these walls myself.” She taps the side of the van as if to emphasize her point.

You gulp as she arranges herself in front of you. You begin tugging at the restraints that pin you down, and she chuckles, smiling softly. “You really think you can escape from this? My dear… kitty” she pauses, then puts her hand over your throat as she utters the word ‘kitty’. You feel your throat being constricted by the woman, pressing harder and harder until you can’t breathe. You struggle against your bonds, trying to twist your head out of her iron grip around your neck. Just as you begin seeing spots, she releases her hold and you keel over, hanging from your restraints gasping for breath. She turns away slightly, shaking her head in disapproval.

“From now on, you will address me as Mistress. I am in complete control of you.  You need to pay your respects.”

You are still gasping for breath when she walks back towards the front of the van, reaching into the passenger seat for something. She hides it from you, holding it behind her back. As she walks back towards you, you say, “why are you doing this” in a scared, frantic way. The lady stares at you for a moment, then shakes her head again in disapproval.

“I thought I told you to address me as MISTRESS!”

On the word, the lady leapt forward, thrusting a cloth into your mouth. You immediately taste something rancid and try to push it back out, but she has already begun layering duct tape over it to prevent you from evacuating the horrid cloth from your mouth. The strap around your neck prevents you from moving your head away from her attack. When she finally backs away, your mouth and chin are hopelessly swaddled in tape wrapping all the way around your head.

“Those would be my socks in your mouth. Hopefully they will teach you to address me respectfully from now on.”

Your eyes water as you adjust to the mouthful of wretched fabric. Your jaw is extended as far as it will go, with the cloth invading deeply inside your mouth. You can hardly make any noise through the massive wad of disgusting socks. You can already taste the socks as you begin to drool uncontrollably into them.

“Mmph, mmmmmppphhhhh” you say, gasping for air through your nose. The lady has returned to the front end of the van, and is retrieving something else. She walks back to you, her heels clicking on the ground and says, “I have to take us to your new home, kitty. I do hope you understand why I am doing this. The only good kitten is a trained kitten, and I cannot be having an untrained kitten living in my home.” She pulls a thick leather hood over your head, wrenching it down around your gag. You shake your head, attempting to dislodge it as she tightens it and secures the collar around your neck, ensuring it will stay on for as long as she likes.

“I put some more of my socks in there to accompany you for the ride. You should appreciate me doing this for you kitty, it really is a treat to get to smell my socks for such a long ride.”

You realize the heavy smell of leather is joined by the smell of socks, likely of the same filth that is in your mouth. You shake your head, crying out into the gag, straining against the belts holding you in place, hoping someone, anyone, will hear you, will get you out of this hell. The lady seems to read your mind once again.

“Nobody can hear you little kitty, you are safe and sound with me for all eternity”, she said, emphasizing the ‘all’.

Unable to see, move or call out, you resign yourself to your fate. You feel the van shudder as it roars to life and feel yourself shake about in your straps as you drive over a bumpy dirt road. Tugging again at your restraints, you can feel the bumpiness of dirt roads change to the smooth, swaying motion of interstate driving. You resolve to never yield to the lady, never give in to her wishes. You say this to yourself, but as you sway in your bondage, your neck sore from her violent choking, your jaw in pain from the copious number of socks shoved into it, and your whole head numb from the tightness of the hood, you wonder to what lengths the lady will go to to make you her perfect little kitty.