A Dominatrix's Diary

Not long after my first kidnap I saw the news item about the Scout Jamboree being held in Essex and I realised this offered the possibility of finding a lone male to abduct.  My reasoning was that men who managed Scout troops tended to be loners and might not be missed for a while.  Equally though I knew that I would have to select my victim carefully; this of course was part of the thrill.

After a bit of research I found a remote barn that would be ideal for holding my victim.  It was “for sale”; but as I was intending to carry out the abduction at night and at a weekend I was reasonably confident no potential buyer or agent would visit.

I bought a Girl Guide uniform online to allow me to blend in and packed what I required in a large rucksack and caught the train to Essex.  I plaited my hair and died it a deep shade of red to make myself look younger and although I padded my cheeks I wore no makeup. Security was non-existent on the last day. All those wearing uniforms were welcomed onto the site. No-one questioned why I wasn’t staying in a tent as part of a group.

I toured the site looking for the right person and by mid-afternoon I had narrowed the options to three men, all in their twenties.  I hung around each in turn listening in on conversations before picking the “victim”.

His name was David and I chose him after hearing him talking to three middle aged male leaders.  It was clear that he was going to drive their van back to their Rotherham headquarters alone, whilst the others took their various Scouts and Guides in a coach as soon as the event finished.  I heard David say he would pack the van and leave after meeting with the organisers to give them feedback from the troop; which meant he wasn’t planning on driving in convoy; exactly what I hoped for!

I undid the plaits and combed my hair and undid the zip on my top to reveal a bit of cleavage. I took up a position where I could observe David returning from the organiser’s tent to the van; the coach having left an hour previously.  Once he finished packing the tents and the various bags I walked quickly over to the gate and waited.

As David drove off the site I made a miserable face and cried some crocodile tears.  As I knew he would, he pulled over and wound his window down; ’are you ok?’ he asked in a concerned voice.

I sniffed and wiped away my tears and told him I had missed my coach and the battery on my phone was dead. David asked me where I was going and I said shyly; ‘Grantham’, picking a town which I knew was on his route home.

‘I’ll give you a lift’, he said.  I thanked him and got in putting my rucksack on the floor. As he set off he handed his phone to me; ‘give them a ring and let them know I’ll drop you off’, he said.

That couldn’t have gone better if I had planned it.  I took his phone and under the pretence of making the call I turned off the location services and the ringer.

I flicked my long hair and smiled coyly at him as I handed his phone back.  I thanked him and he blushed and said it was no problem.

He asked my name and I said it was Cat.  He asked if I had enjoyed the Jamboree and I said it was my first time and it had been great. Fortunately he didn’t ask anything about my Guide unit nor did he seem to show any concern that I might be too old to be a Girl Guide!

As we drove along I noticed he couldn’t help glancing over at me and I smiled back, flirting with him and each time he quickly looked back to the road.  To increase the sexual tension I played with my dress pulling it up just a bit to reveal more flesh!

Ten minutes into the drive we were approaching the area where I would abduct him. A sign appeared for a petrol station and I asked if we could stop so that I could go to the toilet and David nodded. 

He parked in the deserted car park. I pulled a small bag from my rucksack but instead of getting out I leaned over and quickly stabbed his thigh with a needle. ‘What the hell!’ he shouted as I pressed the plunger.

I knew from the first time that the drug did indeed work within a few seconds and sure enough his eyes quickly closed and he slumped forward.  It was difficult to pull him out of the driving seat across to the passenger seat but I managed it without getting out. There was no-one in the car park to notice anyway, but it was better not to draw attention just in case.

In no time I drove out of the Petrol station and turned onto a side road heading for the barn I had chosen. David was mine!

When I turned into the yard I parked around the back of the barn and it didn’t take me long to jemmy the lock and after opening the doors I drove the van inside and pulled them closed behind.

I went around the barn sticking black paper from my rucksack over every window before turning the lights on.  I dragged David out of the van onto the concrete floor and set about getting things ready before he woke up.

My first task was to get changed into my coveralls complete with balaclava and gloves.  The uniform went into the rucksack to ensure I left nothing of mine behind. I wiped the interior of the van with bleach to destroy any forensic evidence.

Now it was time to get David ready.  I threw a couple of long pieces of rope over a beam and tied one to each of his wrists.  I hauled him to his feet and tied the ropes off at the base of the support pillar.  When I had finished his arms with stretched up into the air and he hung limply.  I tied another rope to each ankle and pulled them as far apart as I could before tying each to a convenient pillar.

I stuck duct tape over his eyes as a precaution and then set about gagging him.  I am a great believer in a “proper” gag.  Many of my clients like a symbolic gag which normally means a loose fitting ball gag. When they agree to be gagged properly I tend to go all out and fill their mouth completely.

I forced David’s jaws apart and positioned a tennis ball in between his teeth. I put the palm of my hand on the ball and pushed hard forcing it between his teeth until his jaw closed around it. The ball expanded and it was large enough to ensure that it couldn’t be removed without being cut out!

I looked through the rucksacks in the van and found a scarf matching the one around his neck.  I tied it over his mouth; not that it was required to keep the ball in his mouth but it made everything look nice I thought.

Two more things remained to be done before he woke up; the first was an injection of Viagra into the root of his flaccid penis and the second was to carefully inject a saline solution under the surface of each of his testicles.  By the time the syringe was empty his testicles had doubled in size! 

I pulled his shorts and trousers back up and redid the buckle on his belt before sitting down to wait for him to wake.

Ten minutes later he showed signed of recovery; but it was another five minutes before he was fully conscious and aware that things were not as he remembered them.

I stood in front of him even though he couldn’t see me; ‘so David things have changed a little since you set off back to Rotherham.’  He shook his head trying to remove the tape over his eyes and tried to speak but the ball prevented any noise.

‘Let me explain the situation’, I said; ‘you have no idea where you are and you don’t know who I am.  Neither is important. What is important is that you have been abducted for my pleasure.  If you serve me well I may decide to let you go.  If I am disappointed; well I’ll let you to wonder what might happen.  Do you understand?’

David nodded; although I could imagine he really had no idea what was happening, in part because it takes time to recover fully from the drug I used.

I got his attention though when I stroked his cheek with a pair of cold scissors.  He didn’t know what I was doing but he soon realised when he heard and felt me cut his shirt from him.

Once I had pulled the material off I couldn’t help but notice he had some nice abs that were stretched taut by the ropes. I undid his belt and pulled it through the loops and dropped it on the floor. The scissors made short work of his trousers and I could see his Viagra fuelled cock was rock solid and was pushing at his shorts. Two more cuts and they joined the pile on the floor.

I pulled his socks off leaving him naked apart from the scarf still around his neck.  I was going to remove it, but decided it looked nice, matching the gag as it did.  His testicles were large and shiny and to test the effectiveness of the gag and brought my knee up between his legs and laughed as he bucked against the ropes and cried out, although the tennis ball ensured the cry was almost silent.

As I thought about what I had planned for him the feeling of warmth between my legs began to grow. I collected another of the scarves from the van and pulled my panties down and sawed the soft cotton backwards and forwards between my legs. My orgasm grew slowly but I cried out as eventually it washed over me; however one wasn’t enough and by the time I had finished the scarf was wet with my juice. Now it was his turn!

He couldn’t see me and I wasn’t about to make any noise; that way his level of fear would increase. He twisted against the ropes, his body swaying as he tried desperately to sense what I was going to do. His body arched in pain as I brought a pussy whip down hard on his erect cock.  The strands of the whip were made of hard rawhide to maximise the pain caused. Next I brought it up between his outstretched legs and onto his swollen balls and he cried out once more.

For a change I brought the whip down across his nipples leaving bright red lines across his hairy chest. Sweat was pouring from him as he twisted backwards and forwards, but he couldn’t get away from me.

I grabbed the ends of the scarf around his neck and pulled him towards me; he resisted but I applied pressure and he had to give in.  As his head moved forward I slammed a fist into his stomach and held onto the scarf as he cried out in pain. Three more blows and there was a nice red mark on his taut stomach.

I walked around to stand behind him and after several minutes to allow the tension to build I brought the handle of the whip down hard on his left hamstring. I alternated blows between his left and right legs until I was satisfied that for quite a while he would find it very difficult to stand; which was exactly what I wanted.

I released the ropes holding his wrists and he fell to the floor. Once his ankles were free he tried to stand but couldn’t.  I grabbed the scarf and dragged him across an old wooden table.  It took me a while to pull him up and arrange him on his back. I ignored his cries of pain as splinters dug into his back. I placed a block of wood on the table to arch his back adding to the pain.

Once I had finished with the ropes his wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of the table and his abs were nicely stretched.

To reinforce his helplessness I grabbed the ends of the scarf with one hand and drove my fist into his stomach with the other leaving an imprint of my knuckles. I suspected from his heaving that he would have been sick were it not for the tennis ball in his mouth.

With his legs stretched apart his anus was puckered nicely and ripe for being impaled and I had just the right strap-on to do just that. After buckling the harness around my waist I screwed the largest dildo I had onto the plate and drizzled hot chilli oil over the latex surface. He couldn’t see me position the tip against his anus but he certainly felt it; not that there was anything he could do about it.

I grabbed the ends of the scarf to increase my leverage and rammed the dildo straight in until its full length was buried inside. Now I could pick up the pace and soon the rubber nubs resting against my labia brought me to the first of many climaxes as I continued to pound in and out without a break.

The rape was physically exhausting so eventually I stopped and removed the dildo and got myself a drink of water. I wasn’t about to let up on him though. Using a syringe I forced chilli oil down inside his penis before using a steel sound to ensure the liquid went all the way down his urethra and through his prostate to maximise the effect.

I gripped his solid cock in both hands and pumped mercilessly until he sprayed sperm everywhere. I didn’t stop until he had cum twice more.  When I had finished his cock was a lovely bright red colour and still solid thanks to the viagra!

After dying my wet crotch with the soiled scarf I looked down at his sweat soaked body and smiled as I took a pair of pliers from my bag and three stainless steel rings. He screamed in pain as one when through his foreskin and the others went into his testicles. It would give him something to remember me by!

Much as I wanted more time with my victim I knew it was time to drop him somewhere safe and make good my escape. I didn't want to push my luck!  I injected him with some more of the drug and in no time he stopped struggling.

I removed the ropes and cleaned all the surfaces with bleach to destroy any forensic evidence.  From the van I selected a Girl Guide uniform from one of his bags and it didn’t take long to dress his limp body. I bound his wrists, elbows, knees and ankles together using twisted scout scarves and then dumped him in the back of the van.

I drove 50 miles to a lay-by on a busy main road.  He would be found sooner or later as the traffic increased later in the day. I had chosen this spot as there were no CCTV cameras on this section of the road and there was a convenient picnic bench.

He was still asleep when I dragged him from the van and tied him across the bench with more of the scarves. Obviously there was no reason to do this or indeed dress him as I did but it gave me pleasure! I drove off leaving him there for someone to find.  I dumped the van and made my way across the field to a train station.  After switching trains a couple of times I made my way home.

In the rucksack I had the wet scarf; wet with my own juice and several others I had “liberated” from the stock in the van along with several uniforms; although I wasn’t really sure why.

This kidnap was good but I wanted more …. and I wanted it to be longer!