Kinktober 2022 #16 - Space

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, consensual, F/m, femdom, bondage, kidnapped, bondage slavery, tricked

“What do you mean, we’re out of space? We only had five products this morning.”

The man beside Alexa made a happy moaning sound and wriggled in place. Alexa absently ran her hand over his thigh in a petting motion. The poor sucker still thought they were role playing.

“Remember the job we were going to pull tonight?”

“The one that was only supposed to bring in three new girls?”

“Turns out there were more than three of them. Some of ‘em had boyfriends too, plus one girlfriend. We’re already pairing up the smaller ones to share beds. We could do that with one more if you were out hunting tonight, but…”

“But I’m the one who’d rather not go over capacity,” Alexa finished for him. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her operation could only handle so many captives at once. A dozen was her personal maximum. Any more than that and the quality of her training tended to suffer, to say nothing of the increased difficulty of keeping them all in line.

In the passenger seat was Alexa’s own catch for the night. Her employee was right, she had gone out hunting tonight. Thrown on a leopard print club dress, some knee high boots, and a short leather jacket to prowl around. Her microbraids lay over one shoulder, and she’d foregone any fishnets or nylons to not obstruct the bare black skin between the boots and her dress.

It took the black woman a couple of hours to find the man who was currently handcuffed and gagged in her car. His wrists were all the way behind the back of his seat, in a position that required an extra set of handcuffs to keep his wrists together. A cloth face mask hid the ball gag in his mouth, with his long-ish hair hiding the straps. But it didn’t hide the way he was smiling beneath it.

Alexa briefly considered letting him go, like she sometimes did with the sluts she caught on her own. She dismissed the thought just as quickly. Even if he still thought it was all a sexy game, he was still listening to her very incriminating phone conversation with her employee. No way in hell could Alexa let him go free. He was a slave now, end of story.

But did she want him to be her slave? It was rare for Alexa to claim products as her own, but she did it every now and then. There was a small stable of slaves in her home at that very moment, some willing and others not so much. She’d picked up this guy (Alexa hadn’t caught his name yet) from a bar not fifteen minutes ago. Sweet talking his himbo ass into letting him cuff and gag him right away hadn’t been much of a challenge. She’d even slipped his phone out of his pocket and left it in an alley a block or two back, and he had no idea.

Still, he was good looking enough. A pasty-skinned, fine-featured pretty boy with a kind of dumb confidence that would be fun to break. Alexa trailed her hand upward, brushing over the visible bulge in his skinny jeans before feeling up his chest under the tight black shirt he wore. The man grinned and leaned as far into her touch as his cuffed hands would let him.

“Boss? You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here. Keep all the new sluts in line and I’ll see about getting rid of a few of them in the morning. I’ve got a list of customers that might want to buy fresh catches.”

“Got it. And uh, are you bringing in one more tonight?”

“Nah, I’ll take him home.” She was looking him in the eyes as he said it, and he was practically giggling with excitement while looking back. “I’ll probably bring him in a few weeks from now, but for now he’s mine.”

“You got it,” he said, and Alexa ended the call a second later.

“You still think I’m kidding, don’t you honey?” Alexa asked the man. Outside the window she could see people passing by, couples, groups of friends, an average Saturday night crowd having fun that had no idea what she was doing to the poor guy Alexa had lured away from the herd and into her car. A guy so hopped up and excited that he just kept giggling and moaning. Alexa smirked. “That’s okay, you’ll figure it all out soon.”

With that, Alexa started up her car to whisk him off to slavery.