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When I opened the door to his room I could see he was relieved that I had returned. I untied him and allowed him to remove the gag.

I explained I had a light aircraft ready to fly us out of the country. We just had to get to the other side of town to a local airfield without being tracked.

He nodded, and if he wondered how I had arranged this so quickly he didn’t say anything. I guess the Champagne and drugs were still working.

I handed him some clothes from the bag I had brought and he objected as soon as he held them up. I said he had to leave in disguise otherwise it would be easy to track him using the citywide CCTV network.

Eventually he agreed and soon he was dressed in fishnet stockings, leather boots, short leather skirt and tight top. I added red lipstick and black eye shadow and as a finishing touch I stuck a blond wig on his head using wig tape. He could pass for one of his prostitute bookings!

‘Leave everything including your passport and your phone’, I said leading him out of the room quickly so that he didn’t have time to think and question my actions. We headed straight for the back stairs. One of my team would wipe the room down later.

We left the hotel via a service door into an alleyway that led to a quiet side street. I took his hand, partly to reassure him and partly to ensure he didn’t change his mind and run away.

Hamburg has a red light district and the route I planned took us through the heart of the area. He didn’t comment on the route or ask where we were going.

As we walked I kept glancing behind and eventually I pulled him into a doorway and pretended to kiss him. ‘I think we are being followed’, I whispered and as he started to look I hissed; ‘don’t draw attention to us!’

‘Let’s go in here and get a drink and hope they have a back door we can leave through’, I said leading him inside before he had a chance to say anything.

The place was not chosen at random; it was an S&M dungeon for hire that was owned by a friend of mine. It was empty tonight because I had booked it! We didn’t have to stop here – but I wanted a little fun!

Pete took in the dungeon equipment, the mirror lined walls and cabinets full of masks and rubber suits; ‘wow look at all this’, he said and I smiled, it was clear he had never visited such a place before.

I led him over to the St Andrew’s cross and quickly strapped his wrists up to the top using the attached leather straps. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked slightly concerned at the turn of events. ‘Well this place doesn’t seem to have a bar so I thought we could pass the time doing something else whilst we wait for whoever was following us to go away.’

He didn’t seem to know what to say and when I pushed a red ball gag into his mouth and buckled it in place he couldn’t say anything anyway.

I pulled the panties he was wearing off and strapped his ankles to the base of the equipment spreading them apart in the process. ‘When you are a kidnap victim you don’t get to make the rules’, I said smiling as I stroked his cock which immediately sprang to life. ‘But then again kidnap victims rarely get to enjoy themselves like this!’

I kept him on the edge for 20 minutes before allowing him the relief he so desperately needed.

I cleaned him up and released him. As I handed him the panties I said; ‘I think we have been here long enough, let’s find a way out of the back.’

I led him out into a dark alley and we continued across the city to a small airfield. A Cessna plane was waiting in a hanger.

‘The pilot will fly us to a remote location a friend of mine owns which will be perfect to lie low for a few days. He knows to fly under the radar so that the plane can’t be tracked – of course that arrangement didn’t come cheap’, I said and Pete nodded, money after all could solve any problem in his world.

I handed my bag to the pilot and said to Pete; ‘turn around’, and he did without thinking. I grabbed his wrists and zip tied them together behind his back; ‘hey what are you doing?’ he shouted.

‘Well’, I explained, ‘kidnap victims don’t get to ride in first class!’ As he thought about what I said I pushed a cloth into his mouth and wrapped his head with duct tape. ‘Nor do they get to speak!’

Before he had chance to do anything stupid I bent down and wrapped tape around his ankles and then the pilot and I picked him up and dumped him into a trunk and closed the lid.

Once the trunk was loaded into the back of the plane and strapped down we were ready to leave. The small fridge contained caviar and Champagne – I knew how to fly!

The flight lasted a couple of hours and skilfully the pilot landed on a grass strip near a remote house overlooking the sea. As expected a pickup truck was waiting and after loading the trunk onto the back I drove to the house whilst the pilot turned the plane round and took off.

After lifting the lid on the trunk I helped Pete out and removed the bonds and the gag. He spat the cloth out and ranted for a while. I stood and smiled at him and once he had finished I simply said; ‘you just experienced a fantasy kidnap. No damage done. Why don’t you come into the house?’