Danielle’s kidnapping and training of a submissive is documented in her diary. As she begins to take more drastic measures to train her pet, her playtime with her new pet gets progressively more and more intense…

This story is extremely non-consensual. Just a warning to people who don’t enjoy this type of thing. Please always perform only consensual bondage in real life.

Day 1

        Last night was when I did it. I had wanted to own my very own pet for so long that last night was when I finally decided to get one. I had found her in an alleyway after ten at night. It was actually super lucky for me to find her, the day that I decided to get a pet was the day she appeared in the alley near my home.

        To keep her from fighting me as I brought her home, I used a mixture of chemicals I had looked up online to make chloroform to put her to sleep. She had fought me initially, twisting and pulling away. I think she was drunk, I was easily able to overpower her, even though she was close to my size. Once she fell asleep, I wrapped her up in the suitcase I brought with me and toted her back home. She probably got a little banged up from the journey, I had to wheel the suitcase about half a mile.

        I pulled her out of the suitcase once I had her in my basement. It was an unfinished basement, with a concrete floor and metal poles and girders supporting the ceiling. I decided to leave her unrestrained last night to make sure she would have plenty of time to get over being drunk. I did attach a metal collar around her neck and chain her to a pole though, just to make sure she couldn’t escape when I unlocked the door in the morning. I left like 8 feet of slack in the chain so she wouldn’t be freaked out when she woke up.

        I just woke up and am now heading down there to check on her, see how she is doing after I had rescued her from her drunken state last night. I might even get to find out if she has a name!

        See you tomorrow,

                - Danielle

Day 2

        Well, I learned her name. What a sweetie, her name fits her perfectly! She told me her name was Annabelle. It complimented her scarlet red hair and slim frame that had made me want to take her so much two nights ago. At first she freaked out at me, demanded I remove the collar and let her go. She was crying too, the poor thing. All I wanted to do was help her out. I even told her I had wanted a pet for years and I had finally found a stray wandering around that I could take in, but she called me crazy. She just doesn’t understand yet.

        I got her some water for her headache, she said she had had a crazy night the night before. I made her breakfast too, but she refused to eat. I had even bought some of the premium canned food that pets can eat, but she didn’t want to eat it. What a meanie! I went out of my way for her and she snubbed the food. Oh well, she’ll get hungry enough eventually.

        She sat on the far side of the basement from me at all times, pulling her collar tight to stay away from me. Even when I slowly approached her, she ran away to the other side. She just has trust issues, that's all. She’ll be obedient soon enough. I got over her hate for me soon enough though. I just sat on the steps heading into the basement and talked to her for a couple of hours. I tried to get to know her but she refused to talk much. Again, this problem will be solved soon. I already have plans on how to begin training her into the perfect pet.

        I left her down there with her collar and chain again, but tonight will be the last time I do that. From now on, training begins. Going to bed now, I hope Annabelle gets a good night of sleep too!

        Goodnight!

                - Danielle

Day 3

        Annabelle was a problem from the start. I didn’t anticipate training to be this difficult but she is already proving to be a difficult learner. I went down and fed her breakfast and gave her more water, but she refused to eat again. I spoke to her softly to try to comfort her as I told her I was going to remove her collar so we could begin training. She agreed but when I removed it, she tried to run up the stairs! Luckily I had my dart gun in my pocket so she didn’t get far.

        I knew that she would need more permanent restraints to keep her from escaping now. The collar and chain attached to the pole was kind of impractical, so I hooked her collar to the dolly that was attached to my ceiling. It was installed by the last guy who owned the house, he had used the basement as a workshop for stuff and he needed to have an electric dolly on the ceiling to lift and move heavy stuff. I attached her collar and chain to a winch on the dolly, so now I could effectively move her about the basement however I wanted.

        She woke up from the tranquilizer with the collar reattached around her neck, padlocked in place. Once she woke up from laying on the ground, I started the winch to force her to stand all the way up. I told her this was punishment for trying to escape, and that this would be her first training exercise. I raised the winch more and more until she was up on her tiptoes, gasping for breath. I decided that was high enough, then left her down there for an hour or two.

        I came back to see her in the same place, her face red from the exertion of being in that position to keep herself from choking. I asked her if she had learned her lesson yet, and she shook her head yes. So I told her we would begin her actual training for the day. I used the remote for the dolly to move her around the basement, making her walk around on her tiptoes. She decided it was time to start talking and she begged me to let her down. I told her this was her training and I couldn’t stop until she finished.

        After a while of playing (I lost track of time) I decided Annabelle was done for the day. I lowered her collar down to the ground so she could sleep. I left her a water dish and food on the floor if she ever got hungry or thirsty, I think it was within reach of her chain. I can‘t really remember, she’ll be fine though.

        It’s getting kind of late now, so I better go to bed. More training tomorrow!

                - Danielle

Day 4

        Today’s training went well. The first thing I noticed when I went down there was that her red dress was all dirty. I felt so bad, I hadn’t given her a change of clothes since she had arrived. I immediately pulled her clothes off of her and ran the dress upstairs to put in the washer. She fought against me as I took them off, I guess she’s pretty defensive of her belongings. All I had to do though was raise her collar back up to tiptoe height and it was a breeze.

        While her clothes were being washed and I came back down to help her train some more. Annabelle was prone to hitting and kicking me whenever I got close, so I began with some simple restraints. I handcuffed her hands behind her back and shackled her ankles with some red leather cuffs I had found on amazon. They had little padlocks on each cuff and a metal chain connecting them, they made Annabelle look so cute!

        Annabelle was still being aggressive so I put another set of cuffs around her elbows behind her back and then chained her ankles to her hands. I lowered the collar so she could lay on the ground in her hogtie. I don’t want to choke her, too much.

        We started with some simple following exercises. I pulled her collar around the basement and had her crawl around so she wouldn’t be choked. She started crying again but I told her it was necessary to train her this way. She would just have to get used to it. We did this for an hour or two until Annabelle was shaking from exhaustion. I felt a little bad, I hadn’t realized how tired she had gotten. Her sobbing had kind of become background noise to me and I had tuned out her pleas. I let her lay on the floor as I went back upstairs and got her clothes. I redressed her bare body as she lay shaking on the floor.

        I left her in her hogtie overnight, try to give her a little bit of a change from the other nights. Get her used to the feeling of being restrained since she would be like that 24/7 eventually.

        Going to bed now, hopefully Annabelle is feeling a little more willing to cooperate tomorrow.

        See you tomorrow!

               - Danielle

Day 5

        Annabelle was a problem from the start today. She got it in her head last night that she would fight me with everything now and never give in. I expected this to happen eventually, but I was hoping that she would prove me wrong with how long I had had her for without her acting up. She decided to eat some of her food last night (finally) and almost all the water was gone from her bowl. I’m glad she decided to do that at least, even though she fought me.

        The hogtie overnight with the cuffs and shackles cut her wrists and ankles up a little bit. I tried to clean them for her but anytime I got close to her she thrashed about, cutting herself more. I had to sedate her again to keep her from injuring herself further. I decided to remove the metal restraints and switch to something a little lighter on her skin. I wrapped a leather collar around her neck that had soft padding to rest around her neck, then locked it to the dolly on the ceiling again. I slid her into a black leather straightjacket that had holes cut for where her breasts could pop out. I slid her out of her dress before I put her in it so she could be more comfortable.

        I wrapped her legs in inch-thick leather belts with similar small padlocks to keep them in place. I bound her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, and her thighs, cinching the straps down as tight as I could without them cutting into her bare skin. With her dress off, she wore only her bra and panties that I had washed for her the previous day, underneath the straightjacket. The jacket had straps that wound about her chest and over her shoulders, around her midsection and two straps that ran between her legs to prevent it from working its way up.

        I gagged her with a leather panel gag which had a 3 inch red ball attached to the inside of it. The straps circled about her head with more small padlocks attached, securing it tightly in place. When Annabelle awoke, she initially thrashed about and fought her restraints, shouting into her gag. I watched as she spent the better part of ten minutes rubbing her head into the ground to try to get the gag out of her mouth. The poor thing must have hated her jaw being forced open so wide, and with my used pair of socks in her mouth too! Not to mention the cotton balls I had glued up inside of her nose to make it harder for her to breathe. The way I figured it was that the less air she could take in, the less oxygen she would have to injure herself. I think it was working.

        I had some fun with Annabelle in her new bound state for the day. I tickled her body, neck and the soles of her feet with some brushes and feathers and such. She is soooo ticklish! It was fun watching her flop about in her state, held in place by her collar and leash attached to the ceiling as she tried to escape my tickling. I only stopped once the bottom of her feet were rubbed raw from the hair brush I was using to scrub them. I felt bad so I rubbed some aloe vera into them for her. Then I took a couple of vibrating eggs and taped them to the bottom to keep her company for the night, since I couldn’t brush her feet forever.

        Just got done feeding her and eating my own dinner, I almost forgot to turn the eggs on before I went upstairs. Hopefully she has fun tonight! See y’all again tomorrow.

                - Danielle

Day 6

        Annabelle was struggling to get the tape off her feet still this morning. She had managed to get a layer or two off, but good thing I wrapped those suckers with 6 or 7 layers of tape. The eggs were still vibrating away. Poor Annabelle had dry tear marks down her eyes from the tickling she had been subjected too all night. I’m glad she enjoyed it, it won’t be the last time I leave her like that.

        I had some new things in store for Annabelle today. I started by chloroforming her again to make her easier to handle. From here, I unbuckled her legs and threw a spreader bar around her ankles. I extended it out so her legs were forced apart to at least 90 degrees. It was really far. I had to get her prepared for some of the positions I would leave her in for the future.

        From here, I put a pair of stiletto heeled boots on her feet. They were just booties, but this meant that she would get an ankle workout to keep her feet straight. The heels were probably 3 inches tall, so nothing too crazy to start her off with.

        When she awoke again I raised her up with her collar and leash that was attached to the ceiling dolly. I decided to let her relax for a bit, standing straight up, her legs spread apart and held upright by the belt around her neck. I went upstairs and played some video games for a couple hours, then went back down.

        Annabelle was crying again from the pain in her feet, being forced to stand in such a position with those heels on. Good thing for her this was just a warmup.

        I sedated her again so I could give her a new restraint. I pulled her straightjacket off and threw a leather armbinder on. It had straps that criss-crossed over her shoulders and between her breasts, then another strap that wrapped around her neck. I removed her collar and attached the leash to the end of the armbinder instead. From the neck belt, I took a line of rope down to the spreader bar between her legs to pull her head down. When she awoke again, I raised up the armbinder so she was in a tight strappado, her legs still spread and her head tied to the spreader bar.

        Before I left her for the night, I fed her her canned food through a tube that I inserted in her gag. She choked and gasped as I fed her, she must not be used to being fed. She will get used to it eventually I think. After feeding her, I took another string and tied it from the back of her harness gag and secured it to the dolly on the ceiling. Her head was now suspended between the spreader bar and the ceiling, pulling it tight so she couldn’t turn it in any direction.

        I thought I just heard her crying again, but that might’ve been my imagination. I keep thinking I hear voices near me, but it's never anything real.

        Heading off to bed, sleep tight and don’t let the Annabelles bite! I guess she can’t bite because of my socks in her mouth right now but oh well. No metaphors are perfect.

                - Danielle

Day 7

        I’m not gonna lie, I’m already kind of bored with Annabelle already. All she does is cry and moan and beg me to let her go. I tried playing with her today, but tickling and spanking wasn’t doing anything for me. It was the same distorted pleas through her gag every time. I decided to move her over into the corner of the basement. I do have to admit it was amusing to watch her try to shuffle after the dolly in her strappado, so I had her do that for about an hour. After a while though, I just left her in the corner and went back upstairs.

        I might need to get a new pet. I’m gonna start scouting out places like where I found Annabelle. Maybe get an actually interesting pet that gives me some unique reactions to its training. I made up my mind and decided that that was what I was going to do. I wasn’t going to return Annabelle though, she could still be fun when I get another pet. So, I set up a way to keep her fed and watered while taking up as little space as possible.

        Still in her strappado stance, I hung a bucket of soup from the dolly above her head. I ran a tube down to her gag and secured it in place, making sure it can’t accidentally fall out. Now it will drip soup into her mouth constantly, keeping her fed and hydrated 24/7. I should only need to refill it once a week or so, which will be perfect. A low maintenance pet that doesn’t make much noise and takes up very little space? Many people could only dream of that.

        I’m heading out on my first scouting mission tonight, gonna see if I can find any more strays that need rescuing.

        See you all tomorrow!

                - Danielle