What is the particular thrill of kidnap? It is a scene I am really getting into and the more I think about it, the more exciting it gets. We had our first kidnap scenario a week or two ago and it still burns into my mind as a very thrilling use of my domination skills. So what’s the attraction?
Well, I think first there’s the thrill of the chase – it must be what people get from hunting though that is not my bag at all. It’s a pursuit ..going after a victim, rounding him up, bundling him away and taking him, against his will (or so the scenario plays it) to a secret destination. The whole dark secret thing really gets my domme juices flowing.
So how did our first session go? You may be wondering who ‘we’ are? It was a trio of femdom kidnappers – Miss Lash, Mistress Venom and myself. Three strong ladies you do not want to mess with. We arranged to pick up our ‘victim’ in the carpark of a supermarket. It was nightime, and after the shop had closed so we had the whole place to ourselves. On hearing our car pull up, the victim was told to stand with his face to the wall of the supermarket door, with his hands behind his back. He was not to see his kidnappers….not at any time in the evening as you will see.
Our car screeched to a halt and we leapt out towards the slave. As Venom threw a pair of metal cufflinks on his wrists, Lash and I shoved a bag over his head. Then we got him in a vicious arm lock and frogmarched the victim to our car. With little ceremony, we opened the car boot and bundled him in. I told him not to make a sound or his filthy mouth would be gagged tight. He whimpered a pathetic, OK
Then we drove into the night to a secret location. I am not saying where or what as you might be a victim one day. Anyway soon we got to the destination. All the poor sod in the boot could hear was the three of us discussing what we were going to do to the wretch. Once there, we opened the boot and dragged him out, still blindfolded and whimpering, ‘what do you want with me’. I told him to shut his stupid f…mouth and do what he is told. ‘Take my money but please let me go’, he simpered. That really got Venom’s goat and she gave him a good kicking with her jackboots. I grabbed his arms and Miss Lash helped me to get him up off the floor and into our interrogation room.
Once in there, we ordered him to strip off and bend over. We inspected his cock, balls and arsehole and then without warning gave the blindfolded dickhead a good spit roasting with a pair of strapons. Still bent over a table, Miss Lash then true to her name, gave him a good thrashing with her belt – I lost count of how many but he was crying in pain. Then Miss V got in on the act by shoving him around the room pushing him from wall to wall and giving him some nasty kicks on the way. I ordered him to lie on the floor and wank. I spat on his useless cock and gave it a good slapping. By now he was crying out for mercy and for once we showed him some. I was going to give him a severe caning but time had run out and we had to get him back to the car park. Still unable to see, we ordered him to get dressed, chained him up and threw him back in the car boot. At the supermarket, we lifted him up right in the air. He thought we were going to drop him down a cliff or something and screamed. But we just laughed and lay him on the ground. Miss V couldn’t resist giving him a thump or two on the way down and I sat on his hooded face just long enough for him to feel the heat from my excited pussy. I felt like taking down my pants and peeing over him but was content just to give him a final slap into his balls before my parting words – ‘next time we get serious’…..We drove away laughing ..he was left to take off the bag, find his way to his car and wonder what the fuck we all looked like.