Kidnap me please!!! A story part 1
It all started with me sending my online sub, a message daring them to do a dare. “Dress up in your sexiest sissy gear, with lots of makeup and a wig so you are unrecognisable. Heels, nylons, a tight cinching basque under a really sexy dress, large fake boobs - the works. Then you have to leave your house and walk the length of your road and back.
That will get the neighbours talking.”
So she waits until the weather is good (can’t walk in the rain!), waits until the wife is gone out for the whole day, and prepares herself. Thus it is she finds herself standing inside the front door, all dressed up and disguised, with her hand on the door knob, nervous, scared, dry mouthed but also excited and tense with anticipation. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.
With their phone filming the whole thing on a selfie stick (I demanded evidence) she totters out of the front drive and sets off along the road. Tbh she looks pretty hot and the old lady walking her dog gives a sideways glance. Further along, two young guys on the other side of the road shout out some risqué compliments, one of them grabbing his crotch and shaking it at her. She feel strangely aroused by the attention. “Let’s just hope I don’t pass someone who knows me”
Luckily there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around and she’s keeping her wits about her, watching out for anything unusual that might make her turn tail and head back home. Almost at the end of the road she passes a large Mercedes parked up. As our sissy passes it she notices a £20 on the road immediately behind it. ‘That’ll pay for a round’ she thinks and bends down to pick it up. Suddenly everything happens at once - hearing the sound of the Mercedes boot opening, someone pushing her against the now open boot, a black hood being pulled roughly over her head and and falling all into the trunk which is lined with a duvet. It’s a big boot and she lands face down at which point she feels the cold embrace of metal on her wrists. The sound of the tightening ratchet tells that handcuffs, and heavy ones at that.
The closing boot delivers complete darkness, followed by the car pulling away.The lack of engine noise suggests this is an EV. “I hope this is Joanne behind this” she thinks, “and not a genuine Birmingham kidnapping”.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably only 20 minutes the car noise changes to driving on gravel and 5 minutes later comes to a complete stop. Her heart starts beating fast. “This is it”……….
The boot lid pops opens and soft, silk gloved hands manoeuvre her up to a sitting position. The hood is partly lifted, enough so that a ballgag can be put in her mouth, the type with holes that allows her to breathe. The hood is then pulled down again and your hands and released from behind your back and refastened in front of you. You then hear what sounds like a milk float being driven up to the rear of the car.
She feels something being tied around her handcuffs and then it goes quiet. “What the hell is going on?” She wonders. Unexpectedly she then hears the sound of an electric motor and feels her wrists being lifted up. The metal of the cuffs tightens on her wrists and she kneels up to reduce the pressure, but the whirring continues. Luckily the boot lid has opened really wide. Her arms are now above her head and still the motor drones on. Her arms become fully extended and the shoulder joints are being really stretched, lifting her off her knees.
Completely helpless, she is hoisted fully upright and then her feet leave the floor of the boot, and still she goes up. Our sissy’s outstretched body causes the hem of her short skirt to rise up and she knows her stocking tops are on display. Finally the whirring motor stops and a different motor moves her away from the car, swinging by her arms, she’s worked out she is tied to the arms of a high lift forklift truck!!
The forklift trundles over gravel and then, judging by the change in sound, into a large empty building. A roller door clangs behind her and the forklift comes to a halt, leaving her swinging by her arms, completely exposed and vulnerable.
The cuffs are tight on her wrists and saliva is dripping through the ball gag and wetting the front of her dress. And she is still completely blind. “HELLO SLUT” she suddenly hears whispered loudly in her ear. “You are completely at my mercy. The word ‘Slave’ won’t suffice for what you’re gonna go through”. Her cock stiffens in anticipation.
I pull her hood off to reveal she is in the middle of a grey, empty concrete factory with pools of rainwater puddling the floor and various openings peppering the walls - some opening outside, some leading to other rooms. She wriggles to test her shacked wrists, but she is stuck tight.
That will get the neighbours talking.”
So she waits until the weather is good (can’t walk in the rain!), waits until the wife is gone out for the whole day, and prepares herself. Thus it is she finds herself standing inside the front door, all dressed up and disguised, with her hand on the door knob, nervous, scared, dry mouthed but also excited and tense with anticipation. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.
With their phone filming the whole thing on a selfie stick (I demanded evidence) she totters out of the front drive and sets off along the road. Tbh she looks pretty hot and the old lady walking her dog gives a sideways glance. Further along, two young guys on the other side of the road shout out some risqué compliments, one of them grabbing his crotch and shaking it at her. She feel strangely aroused by the attention. “Let’s just hope I don’t pass someone who knows me”
Luckily there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around and she’s keeping her wits about her, watching out for anything unusual that might make her turn tail and head back home. Almost at the end of the road she passes a large Mercedes parked up. As our sissy passes it she notices a £20 on the road immediately behind it. ‘That’ll pay for a round’ she thinks and bends down to pick it up. Suddenly everything happens at once - hearing the sound of the Mercedes boot opening, someone pushing her against the now open boot, a black hood being pulled roughly over her head and and falling all into the trunk which is lined with a duvet. It’s a big boot and she lands face down at which point she feels the cold embrace of metal on her wrists. The sound of the tightening ratchet tells that handcuffs, and heavy ones at that.
The closing boot delivers complete darkness, followed by the car pulling away.The lack of engine noise suggests this is an EV. “I hope this is Joanne behind this” she thinks, “and not a genuine Birmingham kidnapping”.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably only 20 minutes the car noise changes to driving on gravel and 5 minutes later comes to a complete stop. Her heart starts beating fast. “This is it”……….
The boot lid pops opens and soft, silk gloved hands manoeuvre her up to a sitting position. The hood is partly lifted, enough so that a ballgag can be put in her mouth, the type with holes that allows her to breathe. The hood is then pulled down again and your hands and released from behind your back and refastened in front of you. You then hear what sounds like a milk float being driven up to the rear of the car.
She feels something being tied around her handcuffs and then it goes quiet. “What the hell is going on?” She wonders. Unexpectedly she then hears the sound of an electric motor and feels her wrists being lifted up. The metal of the cuffs tightens on her wrists and she kneels up to reduce the pressure, but the whirring continues. Luckily the boot lid has opened really wide. Her arms are now above her head and still the motor drones on. Her arms become fully extended and the shoulder joints are being really stretched, lifting her off her knees.
Completely helpless, she is hoisted fully upright and then her feet leave the floor of the boot, and still she goes up. Our sissy’s outstretched body causes the hem of her short skirt to rise up and she knows her stocking tops are on display. Finally the whirring motor stops and a different motor moves her away from the car, swinging by her arms, she’s worked out she is tied to the arms of a high lift forklift truck!!
The forklift trundles over gravel and then, judging by the change in sound, into a large empty building. A roller door clangs behind her and the forklift comes to a halt, leaving her swinging by her arms, completely exposed and vulnerable.
The cuffs are tight on her wrists and saliva is dripping through the ball gag and wetting the front of her dress. And she is still completely blind. “HELLO SLUT” she suddenly hears whispered loudly in her ear. “You are completely at my mercy. The word ‘Slave’ won’t suffice for what you’re gonna go through”. Her cock stiffens in anticipation.
I pull her hood off to reveal she is in the middle of a grey, empty concrete factory with pools of rainwater puddling the floor and various openings peppering the walls - some opening outside, some leading to other rooms. She wriggles to test her shacked wrists, but she is stuck tight.
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