"We’re going to have so much fun.” The words echoed in my mind as I felt the car accelerate away from my home. I flexed my arms, trying to test the web of ropes that my kidnapper had woven around my body. Everything was snug, that perfect balance of tight but comfortable. Whoever she was this lady definitely knew how to tie someone up for long-term bondage. I had never been tied up so well, never felt so helpless in my life. All my self bondage sessions, no matter how enjoyable, had never given me this feeling of total helplessness. The borderline painful pressure from the chastity cage served as a pointed reminder that I was apparently enjoying being tied up tight and spirited away by some crazy lady. I whimpered into my gag as the butt plug buzzed within me. And she had the damned remote for this…gaaaaahhh…plug in my rear!
I heard her chuckle from the driver seat and then I felt her hand feel around for my bound legs which she stroked absentmindedly as she drove, “Awww, are you enjoying your plug slave?”
“Mmmph!” I grunted at her, shaking my body side to side as much as I could within the confines of my bonds and the seatbelt, “Mmm mmmph mmmmmmm!”
“Gagtalk is so sweet Davey boy.” My kidnapper giggled, “You are just delicious you know that?”
“MMMMph!” I tried to yell at her through the gag, but I sounded just like every other sound I’d been making and she just laughed again. Her entire capture of me had demonstrated her total control over me while I was bound. I thought I might have been able to get away when she decided to put my zentai suit on, but she had seemingly effortlessly handled my attempts to escape. I continued to struggle in my bonds, made more difficult by the bulky coat still enveloping me.
“Y’know it’s that wonderful attitude of submissive ambition that drew me to you I think,” my kidnapper said, the smile evident in her voice, “You love being tied up and helpless so much, but you also have a need to test all the time. To make sure that you really are helpless. Not that you need to worry about that with me.” She patted my spandex covered leg again.
“I suppose I can tell you how I found you hmm? I mean, I didn’t just stumble into your home and decide to take you. I’ve been planning to make you my sub for a while now.”
“Mmmph?”
I felt the buzz of the butt plug kick up a notch and moaned in response.
“Oh yes my little slave. You and I frequent the same fetish website. When you posted that first video of you trying self-bondage. Goodness you were just adorable. I knew right then that I wanted you for a sub, and that I didn’t want you to get snapped up by another domme. I decided to do some digging, found your posts and likes, and lurked in a few of the chatrooms you used.”
I moaned in despair as I realized what she was talking about. I had posted a lot about my self-bondage escapades on that site. And how I fantasized about being…kidnapped. Shit. Was this some crazy fantasy fulfillment? I groaned as more memories came flooding back. My last night on the site, when I had posted that I would be away while finishing exams, I had role played an enslavement scenario.
My partner on the site had been quite inventive in the torments that they had planned for my poor online persona. Describing in excruciatingly kinky detail how they would bind me up and take me away. Keep me and confine me. I would become nothing more than their bondage plaything. It was, suffice to say, the hottest moment of my life up to that point. Then to top it all off they had sent me a download link for a steamy POV clip of a rubber clad dominatrix collaring the viewer and talking about all the devious things she was going to do with her new slave. I had cum so hard watching that video it had made the wait for today tolerable.
“Mmmmmm” I groaned as she chuckled, relishing my realization.
“Yes that wonderful little video file that you got was my way in, slut. I got to watch you finish yourself that night, and then got to find out all about you while you slept. Re-reading all your old posts on your little bondage blog, mmmm” I heard her give a little contented moan from the front seat, “Well that did nothing but egg me on with all the tales and posts about being kidnapped and enslaved. And when I figured out from my snooping that you had the whole summer to go off an do whatever you wanted….I figured what you really wanted, deep down in your submissive little heart, was to finally get the chance to be taken and owned by a real life domme.”
She giggled. I was speechless. Never had it even entered my mind that someone would be able to find me through that website. I shifted around in my bonds, feeling the tight restriction, and my caged cock pulsed against its confinement. Shit. That horny little traitor.
The butt plug buzzed again, cutting any nascent protests I had short. I hummed into my gag, desire mixing with desperation, though even I was starting to be a little unsure whether it was desperation to be free or desperation to cum at the hands of my kidnapper. I thrashed about in my bonds, the rope and leather keeping me in tight confinement, giving me nothing. And my chastity cage kept up its work admirably, denying me anything approaching an orgasm. Damn it.
I got nothing from my kidnapper either save another devilish chuckle, “Mmmm, save some of that energy for when we get home sweetheart. I’ve been saving up all day to play with you.”
*
She kept me busy and on edge all through the long drive. Sometimes leaving me to whimper quietly into my gag, sometimes pushing the butt plug vibrations to max to watch me buck and heave in my restraints, and other times just keeping it on a low buzz to watch me squirm. I don’t know who built this damned plug but they did a hell of a job on its battery life. It lasted nearly all the way to wherever it was that my abductress was taking me, giving out in the last ten minutes of the car ride.
And the car ride was long. Not that I could see where we were going with the leather hood tightly encasing my head, but from the feel of the roads I would guess we’d left the city. That or she had found one of the worst kept sections of road in the suburbs and was driving in a circle around it. I had no real way of tracking time, apart from the variations in her little torments, and the occasional reminiscence about another of my online posts. She seemed to be particularly pleased with how deeply she had penetrated my entire life. If I ever got loose from this computer savvy domme I swore I’d finally take a computer science course. Or at least not let my cock decide what I downloaded from fetish sites.
Eventually I felt the car slowing to a halt. I heard the car door open and then slam shut. I strained to hear anything through the leather, and then felt the door beside me swing open.
“Ok Davey boy, we’re here!” Her hands were all over me, feeling up my chest and the tight ropes constricting it. She squeezed my encased cock, dragging an involuntary moan from me, “Mmmm I love your moans slave. You are just such a slut for slavery aren’t you?”
I tried to grumble into my gag, but she just laughed and then gave a tug on my leash. The seat belt was unbuckled and then she helped me out of the car, standing me up on what felt like a dirt road. I could hear bird song nearby, the ordinary sounds of nature seemingly unaware or uncaring that beneath them a woman had revealed a thoroughly restrained boy to the world. I felt her leather gloved hands continue to explore my body and I moaned more loudly into my gag. It just felt so good. For a moment I forgot that I had been forcibly taken from my home and just enjoyed the feeling of possessive hands running all over me. I felt her rest her chin on my shoulder and croon into my ear, just a wordless humming that washed over me as her hands massaged my bound body. It was…nice. Not something I expected.
A tug on the leash brought me back into the world and I gurgled in frustration that the tender moment had passed. But this only drew a giggled and a swat on my spandex covered ass as she pulled me along. I blindly stumbled after her, restricted to a quick hobble from my leg bindings, though she was quite careful to guide me past a fallen branch here or a hole in the drive there. I heard her voice ahead of me, “Can’t have my boy getting hurt just when we are about to start playing now can I? I can’t wait to show you around your new home!”
As we entered her home she chattered away about all the fun she was going to have with me. I was barely paying attention to it, though the snippets I caught through my daze sounded disturbingly akin to the fantasy that had played out in that chatroom a month ago. I had given my abductress a play by play practice of just what she needed to do to enslave me to her. I couldn’t decide between laughing and crying and so settled for another plaintive moan through the penis gag. The leash tugging stopped and I felt her hands on me again, firm but gentle, as they pushed me down to my knees. My hobble ropes were untied, leaving my legs only restrained by the ankle cuffs and the short chain between them. I surreptitiously stretched my sore muscles as I knelt there.
“I think it’s time we put that slutty mouth of yours to better use slave.” I felt the strap of the gag being loosened, but before it came out my collar was gripped hard and I was pulled in close, “Now, we are quite secluded here so you screaming won’t actually attract any attention. It will, however, piss me off, and you already are going to be paying for that little attempt to catch your roommate’s attention. So, scream, and not only will you be punished for your prior infraction but you’ll be sucking on that cock gag until tomorrow morning. Behave.” She tapped her finger against my leather covered nose.
With that warning she unbuckled the gag entirely and pulled it out of my mouth, a wave of drool following the phallus as my mouth was finally freed. For a split second I still considered screaming for help; did I really believe that we were that secluded? But the threat of punishment weighed heavily on my mind and so instead I stretched my jaw in relief and said nothing.
She made an approving noise at my obedience, “Good boy. I’m glad you can listen to basic instructions. Now,” I heard a rustle of leather in front of me as she rearranged her booted legs, “You were quite the enthusiastic little sucker on that gag hmm? How about something a little more interesting to suck on?”
I stayed quite, not sure if she was expecting a response or not.
“Awww, is my boy feeling a little shy now? It’s ok, you don’t need to keep anything secret from me. Your caged friend is telling me all I need to know about what you think about kneeling in front of a dominant woman like me.”
I made a small whimpering sound. Why was my body betraying me?
“I’ve been waiting an awful long time to have my boots cleaned by an attentive slut like you Davey.” My leash was tugged down until my mouth made contact with the toe of her leather boot, “Get to it. You talked a big game online about how good you were at boot worship. Time to show me those skills.” She giggled again.
Damn me and my big digital mouth.
I stuck my tongue out gingerly and began licking her boot. I spent a good few minutes on the foot of the boot, going slowly by feel to ensure I had covered the area properly. A shift of her foot, and a directional tug on the leash, brought me down to begin sucking on her heel as my next target.
“Oooh yeah. Make sure it’s nice and clean, slave.” She whispered throatily, rocking her leg back and forth to slide her heel in and out of my mouth. I moaned at this fresh violation but kept up my worship. Until I could take a bearing of my surroundings I was completely helpless. Wouldn’t do to piss off the one person who seemed to be around. And, a very tiny, tiny part of me whispered in the back of my mind, this was actually pretty hot.
I studiously ignored that little voice, trying to concentrate on the fact that I’d been forcibly kidnapped by some obsessed online stalker. Not that that thought did much to dispel my straining cock. If anything it became a little more uncomfortable in its hard plastic cage.
I had moved on from her heel now, making my way, slowly but surely, all the way up to the lip of the boot. The occasional approving sound was the only clue that she was paying attention to my efforts at all, though once I reached the top of the boot the leash pulled my head back down and directed my attention to her other one.
Despite myself I found I was beginning to relax. The kidnapping had been pretty rough, though I had been trying to escape. At least, I think I had been. If I hadn’t been wearing a chastity device pretty sure the realization that a real life domme was kidnapping me would’ve had me creaming my non existent pants then and there. But this, worshipping my kidnappers boots under her fairly gentle direction, well it felt almost tranquil.
Her voice intruded on my thoughts from above, “Mmm, not too bad there Davey boy. You’re a natural little boot licker.” A hand caressed my head as I continued to lick and kiss her boot, “Good thing I grabbed you when I did, before some other admirer snatched you up and spirited you away. I’m sure that pretty little roommate of yours would’ve just looooved for you to be on your knees licking and sucking on her boots hmmm?”
I mmph’ed around my mouthful of leather. Rachel wouldn’t have been crazy enough to kidnap me like this lady had. Would she? I’d never gotten a hint at all that she was interested in me, but hell I hadn’t thought someone was stalking me online either.
The leash pulled me back upright, and away from any thoughts not centered on my still anonymous kidnapper.
“Now then slave, you’ve had a whole afternoon of pleasure courtesy of your Mistress, but I haven’t gotten any reciprocation. I’ve been so busy making you mine, waiting for you to be alone with me in my home. And now that you’re here…” She trailed off and reeled my leash in, bringing my face closer and closer. I could smell her arousal and then, suddenly, my face pressed gently up against her womanhood. She didn’t say anything more so I gently extended my tongue and gave her a tentative lick. I’d never actually given oral before. How exactly--?
She jerked the leash forward and held my head, specifically my mouth and nose, buried in her. “Lick and suck on me slave. If you do a good job and please me properly, I’ll give you a reward. Fuck up and I’ll punish you.”
I didn’t need any further encouragement, frantically driving my tongue into her. She moaned and I took that as sign to keep going. Her warm wet essence was all around me now as I strove to please her.
She was moaning now, non-stop, and egging me on further, “That’s it you naughty little slut, make me cum. God you’re such a little bitch for me aren’t you? Mmmmmmmmmmm”
She gripped the back of my hood and held me in place, deep within her. I kept tonguing her as I felt her juices surge around me. She grinded my face as she rode her orgasm to completion, then loosening her grip let me get in a clean breath of air.
I felt her head next to mine and her breathy voice right by my ear, “Mmmm that’s a good slave boy Davey. You are shaping up very nicely indeed. As a reward instead of sucking on a rubber cock all night you can suck on your Mistress’ panties. I’ve been thinking about you all day so they might be just a little wet.” She shoved them into my mouth. They were soaking with her essence.
“And to keep them in there nice and snug I picked out a nice green ball gag for you. It’ll really bring out your eyes. When I let you have your sight back that is.”
I felt the panties pushed to the back of my mouth as the ball gag was seated deeply inside and tightly buckled around my head.
I moaned as she patted my cheek, and then again as her hands roamed down my body, caressing the ropes that held me captive. I couldn’t stop her, couldn’t do anything to affect my situation beyond choosing whether or not to go along with whatever she had planned out for me. It was…oddly liberating.
No, damn it brain, this lady kidnapped you!
And is currently fulfilling some of your deepest fantasies…That little voice was back, and he’d brought a convincing argument. My penis added its own thoughts by hardening again as her hands danced over it and squeezed my ass.
Was I getting into this? Did I even want to escape from her? I wrestled with my thoughts and my growing arousal again as she massaged and groped my tightly bondaged body.
Then it was suddenly over. With a last brushing touch across my hooded face she gripped me by my arms and hauled me upright. Picking up the leash she gave a tug and clucked in approval as I immediately began following her. She still took it slow, thankfully, making sure I didn’t crash into anything in my blinded state. Then I heard a door open in front of me and a cool breeze suddenly played over my naked skin.
I whined into my gag as she carefully led me down the stairs and she cooed in response, “Awww Davey boy. Don’t be sad now. Whining won’t get you anything here. I mean it’s adorable, and it’s cute that you think it will don’t get me wrong, but if you keep it up I’ll spank it out of you good and hard.” That shut me up.
We made it down the stairs without incident and she gave my ass a hard but playful slap. I jumped a bit at the impact, “Mmmph!”
She gave me another swat and laughed as I twisted in my ropes.
As she led me forward I felt like the area had opened up. Definitely got the sense that we were standing in big basement area, though what devilish items it contained were mercifully still hidden from me. I was tired of the blindfold though, and not knowing what was going on. Not knowing who was actually holding the end of my leash.
“Mmmph!”
“What is it sugar?” Her voice was all innocent concern. A finger tucked itself under my chin and raised my head slightly, “Is it the blindfold? You want to see the woman who kidnapped you, who owns you now?”
I nodded in desperation. Something, anything to latch onto. To make my kidnapper into a person. A person who clearly had some boundary issues, but a human being all the same.
I felt her get close to me again. Her hand ran over the blindfold and then behind my head.
“Mmhm, mmhm!” I nodded quickly.
She laughed, “Tooooo baaad little slave. Your eyes are a privilege, not a right. Not here. Not with me.”
I moaned in frustration.
Then suddenly she grabbed my encased cock and my moans became that much more louder. Please please please pleeeeeease take it off!! I silently begged her in my mind. And not so silently begged her with my whimpering moans that poured out of my gagged mouth in a wave of submissive pleading.
I heard the smile in her voice as she purred, “This is mine now slave. Just like you are mine now. Before I can give you release you need to accept that you are my boy. My slave. My pet. Once you’ve accepted that, and accepted your place, I’ll grant you the privilege of orgasm.”
I screamed into my gag. No, no, no NO! I wanted, no I needed, release now! Please dear God I’ve been teased enough. I babbled behind my gag, a stream of muffled pleas and promises. I’d submit, please I would. I just need to cum, I just need to cuuuuum! But she just laughed again at my agitation and walked away, tugging me along on my leash as I whimpered and pleaded for release.
“Now let’s get you settled in for the night.” I was bent over some sort of table. She attached something to my wrists which were suddenly winched up tight, ensuring I stayed pressed down to the table. I was still whimpering and begging through my gag, but she was all business now. The web of ropes around my chest were untied methodically, falling away from my arms and chest. I grunted in relief as the tight bonds were done away with, but she was already moving on. She was carefully removing me from the zentai suit, unbuckling one wrist strap at a time to get me out of the sleeve before re-buckling them in place. She shimmied the suit down my body then used a leg to hold it in place just below my ass.
“I bet you’d like to get your special friend out of you wouldn’t you?” She asked me, mischief evident in her voice.
“Mmmph!” I said affirmatively. I didn’t care anymore what tricks she might pull I thought, exhaustion heavy on my mind. I just wanted to cum. And she wasn’t going to let me. Bitch.
With delicate fingers she teased the butt plug out of my ass. As it cleared my sphincter I let out a loud groan, my ass feeling very empty after spending hours more than I had planned with it thrumming away in my backside. My relief lasted all of ten seconds as she forcefully pushed a new plug up into my ass.
“MMMMPH!”
“Aww was that a little too hard? You’re lucky I don’t get a strap on and give a good hard go with all the trouble you almost caused back at your old home.” She gave my ass a hard spank as she finished seating the new plug inside me, “Yours was a pretty interesting remote design sweetheart, but I’ve designed my own here that I can run remotely from anywhere in the house. Never really tested the max distance on this thing, so maybe that’s something we can explore together.” She chuckled and gave me another few spanks on my naked ass. I moaned in despair which just seemed to delight her further.
She tugged the zentai suit back up and into place, never giving me a single moment where I might have been able to break free. I moaned deeply into her panties and the ball gag in my mouth. This lady was breaking me into my new role. I just…I can’t think clearly. I just really, reeeeeeally need to cum right now. Oh God please let her let me cum! This is inhumane is what this is. Kidnapping is one thing, but damn it after everything she’s put me through I need this!
None of that got through of course, just a whole lot of mumbles which earned me nothing more than another few swats on my once again spandex covered ass. Once that was back in place she buckled thick cuffs around my elbows, attaching a short chain between them bringing my arms closer together. It was tight, but not nearly as tight as the ropes. I gave silent thanks for small favours. I felt her loosening the hood around my head and for a brief moment I thought she might actually be taking the damned thing off and giving my head its freedom. No such luck though. Instead she tucked what felt like earbuds into each of my ears and then retightened the hood, smoothing everything back in place and giving my collar a playful tug.
Now I felt her untying me from whatever held me bent over this table. That completed she pulled me along on my leash over to what felt like a side of the room. I heard the creak of metal, “Mmmph?”
“Tonight you’re going to sleeping down here in this cage.” My kidnapper informed me briskly, “If you behave yourself though, there’s a special cage at the bottom of my bed for you. That cage is for good boys only though Davey, so you’ll need to be on your best behaviour if you want to sleep in the same room as your Mistress.” Her voice was a little more muffled now that the earbuds were in, but I could still catch the gleeful note in her voice. God she was pleased with herself. Damn it.
With that she forced me onto my knees. Once down she ran leather straps around my thighs and calves, cinching them tightly together and frog-tying them. I moaned at this, the pleasure of additional bondage play warring with my by now quite exhausted mental faculties. Everything was just a confusing blur inside my mind.
My new leg bondage complete she force me into the cage, laughing as I pitifully tried to convince her otherwise through my heavily gagged mouth. But it was not much of a struggle, she easily overpowered me and got me inside, though not without giving another swat to my retreating ass.
“Alright sweetheart, wooohoo. I’m a little pooped from all the hustle and bustle of getting you here,” she chuckled at my grumbling moan from inside the cage, “No need to thank me Davey boy, I know you’re just as excited about all this as I am. Nonetheless I’m going to head off to bed and get some rest. But I know that you might miss me tonight, so I’ve built a little program for you. Just a nice repeatable track of my voice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
The butt plug buzzed to life, a low, slow vibration that forced a long moan out of me. She giggled in response, “And I’ve set your little friend back there onto a looping random program. He’ll keep you occupied until morning.”
I felt her hand stroke along my head one final time, “God you are just delicious my horny little sub. Think of me while you squirm tonight.”
“Ggggmmmpph!!” I shouted as the hand left me. As she left me. Bound. Gagged. Hooded. Caged and collared. Her slave. Her bondage plaything. I moaned. What else had I posted online that this woman might have seen? If I hadn’t lived through the past day I might’ve thought I was dreaming. God I wish I was dreaming!
Then I began to hear whispering in my ears. At first too faint to hear, I strained to listen as the voice, my Mistress’ voice, grew louder until it was at an audible level. It was as though she was right next to me crooning into my ears,
“You are a slave. A slave to me. It feels so good to submit. Bow your head slut. Worship your Mistress. You are a slave. What a naughty slut you are. You are my boy now, I own you. My collar is locked around your neck. You are a slave to me.”
The recording looped back around beginning again just as the butt plug buzzed up onto a higher setting. I groaned loudly into my gag, tasting her scent in the panties stuffed into my mouth. The voice was overlaid now, with two or three versions of her speaking at once, think and fast with their advice to just give in, to submit. Telling me what I was to her, telling me my place.
I moaned again, shifting around in my cage, trying to get comfortable while her words washed over me and the butt plug vibrated away. It was going to be a long night.