It was the fourth day of Esmerelda’s road trip when she spotted the boy.

The trip itself had been the suggestion of several of her friends. She was in a rut, they had told her. It would do her good to get out of the city. She had hemmed and hawed for weeks, uncertain about whether she could bring herself to simply drop everything and go.

But the daily grind of office life, the commuting, the busy work, the inane day in and day out existence, had finally swung her round to the concept. Get out. See the country. Canada was a big place after all.

So she had rented an RV, one of those big caper trailers that was the size of a small bus. She had spent another pair of weeks fixing it up, getting it up to her standards. After all, if she was going to be living out of it for the next who knew how long, she wanted it to be a little home away from home for her. So she had packed her clothes, her books, and her hobby materials. On a whim, on the final day before she had left, she had lugged her large suitcase of bondage toys into the camper as well. She was hardly planning to go off plundering some poor sap in some random small town, but it never hurt to have some items on hand for entertaining a guest…

Now, as she sat idling in the gas station parking lot, one of the many on route pit stops that were scattered at points along the high way, Esmerelda watched. Watched the cute boy, who had completely escaped her notice when she was inside munching on a late supper consisting of a monstrous burger. He seemed to be a local, unattached to any of the score of vehicles scattered around the lot at this late hour. Now that she was sat back in her RV, she could see him avidly skimming through the pages of some paperback novel, fully engrossed in whatever fantastical realm the author had sketched out. He had short cut brown hair, pleasingly tousled from a long day of running his hands through it. A decent enough build, though far from athletic. And he seemed the shy sort, squirreled away from most of the other patrons.

Not someone who would be able, physically or mentally, to put up much of a fight.

Esmerelda watched the boy for a little while longer, and then repaired to the back of her RV, where she kept her suitcase of goodies. She picked up the small little go-bag that she had ensured was properly packed, and then returned to the front of the vehicle. The boy seemed to be just finishing up, paying for the hot chocolate or coffee or whatever warm drink he had decided to have that evening. He packed up his book, and other bits, into a small knapsack, and then headed out the door. Moving towards the path that led first into the woods, and eventually back through to the nearby town.

Perfect.

Esmerelda gently eased her vehicle into gear, guiding it out of its parking space and shifting ever so innocently over so that the bulk of the RV would block easy sight of the path. Cutting off anyone’s view of it, or the boy who was sauntering along, obliviously listening to his music at this point. Esmerelda smiled, and shook her head, even as she sprang out of the driver’s seat. Such an innocent little lad. Out here, looking as he did. Where anyone might snatch him up for all sorts of nefarious purposes.

She let out a low chuckle, hefting her go-bag of equipment. Yes. Rather time she did something about that.

If anyone was watching, some inquisitive soul who Esmerelda had missed, they would have seen the dusky, lithe woman descend from her home and almost scamper towards the darkening forest. They would have seen Esmerelda plunge in after the boy who had gone in there not a minute beforehand. If they were truly keen of hearing, they might have heard a stuttering cry of surprise, swiftly muffled. After that, they likely would have lost interest. There were no further cries, for help or otherwise. No pounding feet, no alarms. Just the soft sounds of evening. Any onlooker would likely have shrugged and just put it down to, at most, a friend surprising another friend. Nothing to be overly concerned about.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, two figures emerged from the path, still hidden from anyone at the on route pit stop. Esmerelda was draped around the boy’s shoulders, her lips against his ear murmuring all manner of feisty, kinky things. One arm wrapped around his waist, the other holding him by the neck as she whispered. The boy’s hands had been locked behind him in leather, a boxtie apparatus of straps and cuffs keeping his upper limbs secure. A large cherry red ballgag was fastened into his mouth, reducing any squeals or sounds he made to moans and muffled whimpers. Desperate brown eyes, delicious in their vulnerability and earnestness, peeked out at her and just made her want to wrap him up all the more.

Esmerelda thrust the boy up and into her RV, grinning like a madwoman, as she pushed and pulled him towards the back. She opened a small cupboard above the bed and withdrew several lengths of chain. These she attached to additional leather cuffs which she buckled together and then onto his ankles. Another length of chain connected his ankle cuffs to the boxtie, creating a snug hogtie for the boy who moaned and writhed on the bed.

Esmerelda gave a throaty chuckle as she watched his struggles, as those gorgeous brown eyes begged her. Whether for release, for more, or for both, she wasn’t certain. Perhaps the boy wasn’t either. His throbbing erection certainly put the lie to any sense that he was totally against his situation. She leaned down, nibbling at his ear for a moment, stroking a hand over his worried, creased brow, and almost moaned into his ear, “Later, my pet.”

The boy groaned, his hips thrusting into the bed, and Esmerelda chuckled, “You’ll have your true introduction later. For now, just squirm on my bed, and think of all the wonderful games you and I shall play.”

With that she snagged the thick blindfold out of her go-bag and pressed it over those eyes. If she didn’t hide them she was sure to jump him there and then. And it wouldn’t do to linger at the site of a kidnap. At least, not until after she’d had time to work on him. Esmerelda had no doubt that, given a few days, she’d have this shy awkward boy eating out of her hand…among other things.

Her grin widened, she delivered a few parting spanks, and then she sashayed back up to the front of the vehicle. A few moments later, and the RV was pulling away. Nothing to indicate that she had ever been there. No pesky cameras looked at that spot anyway. It would be as though the boy walked into the darkening woods and simply…vanished. As though Elves or some other Faerie creatures had spirited him away…

Esmerelda drove, giddy at the thought of what she had managed to do. This was so not part of her plan, capturing a squirming, bashful boy to be kept under lock and key in her RV. This whole vacation was meant to be an escape from responsibilities…and there weren’t man responsibilities more weighty than the taming and training of a new slave. While on the road no less.

Now that she had the boy, now that she had carried out her daring capture, she had to ponder. Was this something she wanted to do? It had been the spur of a moment capture, wanting a playmate and being rather taken with his demeanor and appearance. The terrified squeak he had made when she first grabbed him, and the unwilling moans that tumbled from his mouth when she buckled those leather cuffs onto him, had made her want him all the more. So perhaps her initial plans of a day or two of play were now done and dusted. Perhaps this was to be her boy for her entire vacation. Perhaps longer…

Esmerelda pondered on that as she drove. A full hour passed. Then another. Realizing that she was going to have to stop at a rest station at some point to sleep…and to play…she figured filling up on gas before then would be smart. So she took the next exit, easing off the highway, and finding a likely gas station. If anything it seemed even more isolated than the rest stop where she had taken her boy. One extremely sleepy old man who she had to none too gently shake awake to confirm she was allowed to use the pumps. Who was right back asleep by the time she had gotten to her vehicle again.

Esmerelda, ruminating on all the fun to come, nearly missed her. The cyclist, with flame kissed hair, a dusting of freckles across a pale face, and flashing green eyes, rode right by her. The traveling domme nearly froze, watching this lithe, buxom young woman come to a halt, and dicker with the man inside for a bathroom key. Receiving it, she gave a friendly little wave to Esmerelda, who returned it on pure instinct, and then sauntered towards the bathroom.

Esmerelda’s brain caught up with her eyes.

She had to have her.

If she was taking a road slave already, so much the better if she had a paired set.

Esmerelda watched as the cyclist scurried inside the outdoor bathroom entrance, and then scrambled back into the RV. She pulled it forward, just enough to block the snoozing clerk’s view of the entrance, and then sat, nervous energy thrumming through her. She palmed a pair of quick lock handcuffs and a ballgag, slowly standing up with a rakish grin.

Two in one day. Two in nearly as many hours.

Why not? She mused as she descended from the RV. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself?

Vacations were made for indulgences, after all…