It was a cold, damp, moonless winter’s night, but John didn't mind that. He was all set up for yet another great Friday night out with the boys. John worked hard all week as a designer. The weekend was his time to let his hair down and meet some new women. John was conventionally good looking with his chiseled chin and muscular body, he liked to workout at least 3 times a week. He used these devilish good looks matched with his charm to great effect on the Ladies. John never liked to tie himself down to one woman, but he didn’t know how different things would be after this weekend.
He walked briskly and with purpose down the road to meet with his friends. Tonight was going to be another great night he thought to himself. The traffic buzzing past him was swishing through the water on the road. John took little notice of it as he walked; another 5 minutes and he would be with his friends drinking a nice pint. There was an alley way coming up, a short cut, it would bring him out just round the corner.
As he got about three quarters of the way down the alley, a van pulled across the end of it. It wasn't till he got a bit closer that he noticed it had mounted the pavement and was completely blocking the exit. He stopped for a second, confused. What was happening? Just then he heard footsteps coming up from behind him...and fast. He turned to see two women coming at him with such speed he just froze. Before he could regain control the ladies had pushed a hood over his head and were dragging him backwards. The hood was a makeshift affaire nothing more than a small hessian sack. John flinched and bucked trying to remove this sack but only managed to make it itch and scratch his face.
The two mysterious ladies dragged him into the back of the waiting van and John heard the door slide shut. The ladies set about John’s clothes with great efficiency stripping him naked within a few seconds. John tried to cry out and make them stop but just found something hard and round shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head. This pushed the sack right into his now stretched mouth increasing the irritation. The van drove off at great speed John found it hard to keep still in the back. His hands had been tied in front of him with a chain leading to his ankles. He pulled against his restraints and tried to wriggle free. His attempts to get loose just lead to laughter from the two ladies in the back of the van.
After what seemed like an eternity on the cold hard floor, the van stopped and the engine was switched off. The silence that fell was only broken by the door sliding open. John was dragged out of the van by these strange ladies, ladies he had hardly seen or heard. John scrambled to his feet as he felt the van disappear from beneath him. Just as he stood up the chains, which bound him were pulled harshly taking him off balance. John followed the pulling of the chains his mouth aching and drool running down his chin. The ground was a hard, rough gravel driveway. He felt each stone stabbing into his feet with every small, restricted step. He could hear the clip clip clip of heeled shoes in front of him, then they stopped and a door was opened.
John’s mind was a-rush with thoughts: where was he? What was going to happen to him? Who were these people? He was desperately trying to think of anybody who would want to kidnap him. He was in no way powerful enough for it to be terrorists and not rich enough for gangsters . . . so who could they be? John was led across a smooth cold floor, a blessed relief from the sharp stones. The pace was quick or quick to John with his ankles bound so tightly. He then felt a hand on his chest stopping him from moving. A cold, husky but sexy, female voice said, “We are going down some stairs," the voice continued, "watch your footing I don’t want you falling on me." They started to descend the stairs John finding the edge of the step before descending. Once at the bottom he felt soft cool hands on his shoulders positioning him. He heard the clip clip clip of the shoes again as the voice spoke once more.
"I am going to remove the gag and the hood," she said, "you will stand there and keep quiet." He felt the gag being removed and moved his jaw to try and get it working again. Then light hit his eyes as the hood was whisked from his head. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the room.
"What the fu...!," he started to shout as a hand slapped him hard across the face.
"I told you to be silent," came the sharp reply.
Finally John could see his captor, a tall slim woman with long flowing red hair down past her shoulders. She was dressed in a black basque and tight leather trousers with thigh high 8 inch stiletto boots. Her full red lips matched her perfectly manicured red nails, and she had deep blue eyes you could get lost in.
"You had best learn and learn fast if you know what is good for you," she said, "you may not be here long but whilst you are there are some rules for you to follow. You will only speak when ordered to do so. You will address any lady you see as Mistress and you will always kiss the Mistress’s boots when greeting them. Do I make myself clear?" John a little stunned replied,
"is this a joke?", and he received another slap across the face before the Mistress said, " ...the answer is ‘yes Mistress’ before you drop to your knees and kiss my boots." John stammered out a questioning, "y-y-y-yeess Mistress?" Then his head was pushed down to the floor and guided to the Mistress’s boots.
"Kiss them!" an impatient order was barked at him. John leaned forward and kissed the toe of each boot. As he went to stand once more, the hand pushed firmly on his head.
"No, no, boy you stay down there now. That is your position from now on, beneath me and any other lady you may see.”
John tried to relax into this new position. “Much better, now let me show you your sleeping quarters as it is getting late and you must be feeling tired. You also have a big day ahead tomorrow."
She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to a cage some 4 feet square. As she opened the door John protests, "how the fu....?" He is cut short with a swift kick to the groin. He hadn't realized how exposed he was. John crumpled down into a heap on the floor, a tear coming to his eye.
"Now get in!" She barked again. John crawled into the cage and screwed himself up to fit. The Mistress reached down and swung the door closed with a clang. A padlock was then snapped shut on the door. Standing up she said,
“now do have a good night boy.” The Mistress turned quickly and walked over to the door, switching off the lights before leaving.
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