A Dominatrix's Diary

I read about Mistresses offering kidnap scenarios; clients, usually men, paid to suffer a mock kidnap where they were taken to a remote location and “tortured” as part of the session.

It didn’t take me long to find an ideal location; an abandoned military base and decided to offer it on my website.

Gary has been submitting to me for several years. He never pays for less than 3 hours. It is quite clear he can afford it as he visits regularly. I have no idea what he does for a living - frankly I have no interest.

The sessions are the usual variety of bondage positions and sometimes he likes to be beaten with a crop, providing I don’t mark his skin.  He lives alone; at least that what he tells me in the few minutes we have together at the end of the session, but I assume he is lying because of the “no marking” request!

When he was dressing at the end of a session he passed comment that he had seen the update on my website about kidnap sessions. I nodded and said it was a “special” service.

I could see he wanted to ask more and eventually when he was ready to leave he asked shyly; ‘I wonder what such a service would be like?’ I smiled and said such an “add on” required a significant amount of money and obviously trust but clients generally liked it (I didn't tell him he would be the first!).  He simply nodded as he left.

At the end of the next session he asked how much such an “add on” would cost and he didn’t baulk at the figure I mentioned. ‘The trust part’, I said, ‘is important. The person accepts whatever happens without any recriminations.  In fact a signed contract would be required.’

Once again he nodded as he left, but didn’t say any more.

The next day he emailed asking for that contract! As soon as he signed it I knew I had a willing volunteer able to pay handsomely. I sat down to think through what I would do and how to make it “spontaneous”.

I asked him for several dates for sessions and to indicate four or five when he wasn’t going anywhere for a few days.  I reasoned that way he wouldn’t know when the kidnap would take place or for how long. I also indicated I required the payment in advance!

Obviously I didn’t choose the first date; I chose the third option he had given me. Gemma was a Dominatrix who worked with me on several double-dom sessions and she agreed to be part of the “kidnap”.

On the day of the “kidnap” he arrived for his normal 3 hour session and indeed it was “normal”, right up to the time he got dressed at the end. He always had a drink of water to rehydrate before showering and today was no exception, expect this time it wasn’t pure water! 

I was amused to observe him trying to get dressed as his co-ordination began to fail once the date-rape drug took hold.  Acting concerned I asked what was wrong and he looked confused and then he collapsed on the floor. After checking he was asleep I called Gemma.

She and I removed the clothes he had managed to put on and in their place dressed him in some of my clothes. His size was similar to me so he ended up wearing a white silk blouse I was going to give to a charity shop and a very tight black leather mini skirt which zipped up the side.

I pressed a strip of duct tape over his mouth and then pulled a course burlap bag over his head. We took an arm each and dragged his limp form out of a side door and into the back of my van. Although it wasn’t absolutely necessary I tied his arms and legs with rope before closing and locking the door. Gemma was waiting in the passenger seat as I climbed in. I drove off, careful to observe the speed limits.

It took an hour to drive to the abandoned base where we had set up the kidnap scenario. Gemma and I changed into one piece army camouflage coveralls and each of us wore a full face woollen balaclava, along with black boots.

We sat him in a chair and used rope to ensure he couldn’t get up. We both sat down opposite to wait for him to regain consciousness. Once he began to move I yanked the bag from his head and tore the tape from his mouth.  I took several minutes for Gary to take in his situation.

‘What’s going on?’ he shouted eventually, his voice still slightly slurred by the after effects of the drug. Gemma and I had agreed it would be more intimidating if neither of us spoke. He tested the rope but there was no way he was getting free.

As his senses cleared he realised what he was wearing and his pleas to be freed got more desperate. I decided he was talking too much so I slapped a fresh piece of tape over his mouth and pulled the bag back over his head.

I unbuttoned the blouse exposing his bare chest and tweaked his nipples with my sharp nails. I enjoyed his straining as he fought to get away from the torment; not that that was going to happen!

His pain got worse when I screwed clover clamps to each tender nipple. The clamps bit deep and soon there was blood on his chest. He was groaning from the pain caused and then suddenly his bladder let go and a pool of urine formed under the chair.  It took a lot for us not to laugh at the pathetic sight. It’s amazing the tricks the mind will play.

Gemma pushed a wooden table up to his chair and I unzipped the skirt and pulled his wet cock onto the wooden table top. He screamed into the gag as Gemma hammered several nails into the wood either side of his ever thickening cock.  She then ran thin string between each nail and as she knotted the two ends tightly together his cock was squashed down onto the board. I could only wonder what scenario his brain was creating.

She added more string around his balls to squash his testicles painfully at the end of the scrotum sac. He wasn’t able to see me pull on a pair of latex gloves but he felt the cream I liberally applied to both his cock and balls, massaging it into every last fold of skin. I even reached between his legs and pushed my fingers into his anus! Everywhere would soon be on fire as the cream was actually Deep Heat!

He was soon almost hyperventilating with the pain from the heat and straining against the ropes. I applied a vibrator to his secured cock, although there would be no pleasure in this release when it came.

Once he had climaxed we released his cock and untied the ropes securing him to the chair whilst leaving his wrists still tightly bound behind his back. I zipped up his skirt and pulled off the clover clamps before Gemma and I dragged him outside and without warning pushed him head first into a ditch which was full of extremely cold muddy water.

The ditch was too deep for him to get out especially with his hands still bound and his head still covered by the bag.  We let him wallow for a while before pulling him out and dragging him back to the van. I bound his ankles together and joined them to his wrists in a strict hogtie to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. We drove back to my place and only once there did we show him who had “kidnapped” him. 

He said he enjoyed it and would do it again; but for me it was lacking something.  After several similar sessions with other clients of mine I realised what that something was.

Even though I was “in control” of the pretend kidnap and the bondage scenarios that formed part of each session; both I and the client knew it was really a game. I started to wonder what would happen if it wasn’t a game; at least as far as the “victim” was concerned.

Several things were immediately clear. I would have to choose a “victim” who would not be missed for a day or two. I would need a location to take him to and a way of subduing him in order to get him there. Equally it was both essential he couldn’t identify me and that I left no evidence that would assist the Police should he call them.  Finally I needed to conduct this in different areas of the country to avoid creating a pattern which would make the Police’s job easier.

I had read enough crime novels to know about DNA and ANPR. I set up several dummy email accounts and purchased a VPN to hide my tracks on the internet.

After some research I found that whatever I required was available on the dark web.

I soon purchased false number plates for the vehicles I would use, Tyvek crimes suits and gloves to avoid shedding DNA and most essential several doses of a powerful drug that was used in pre-med to put the patient to sleep. The information said the patient would be “asleep” in seconds but failed to say how many which was crucial but I would have to wait for my first victim to find out. As a backup plan I added a police standard taser to the list. Everything was delivered to a courier box behind some shops about 30 miles away. Of course I drove to a car park a couple of miles away and walked to avoid any tracking.

I taught myself how to steal vehicles using Youtube videos. I realised it was really easy to steal older models, in fact the older the better as they didn’t tend to have alarms or immobilisers, the same applied to vans. The stick on number plates that I had ordered would confuse ANPR systems.

Whilst I was formulating my plans I had been working out at the gym so now I was more than a match for any man.

I purchased a number of black coveralls, gloves and balaclavas along with a selection of wigs and pads to alter my cheeks to ensure I couldn’t be recognised before beginning the search for my first “victim”.