For thirty minutes, I struggled. Nevertheless, my binds would not give. As I struggled, I could hear the girls empty out my bedroom. Suddenly my closet door opened.

Remember I have the gun so don't do anything stupid. Tomorrow the fun starts but for now it is time to get you to bed." Lisa said. Having made the decision in your mind, that this is what you desire most … not knowing your fate … what lies ahead of you … the torment … your cries for help going unanswered … anticipating what could happen. Now close your eyes and imagine Mistress Nadine organising this experience. Being kidnapped … held against your will by the strong and powerful yet feminine Dominatrix Nadine and her loyal servant named 6.

The entire time from the snatch to discharging you can be 6 or 12 hours. Different lengths of time can be negotiated, and it can be shorter, but we ask for a minimum tribute for 6 hours standard due to the preparation and planning that goes into each one. What would give you that exhilarating feeling… the rush encompassing every nerve centre in your body … the high that tops any dungeon session… which you are constantly craving? By going one step further and feeding the desire to be totally helpless, controlled verbally, physically and mentally through a scenario of being snatched, grabbed or kidnapped. Before I could finish, Stacy covered my mouth. "Shut-up! You haven't figured it yet." She climbed on the bed behind me and forced a ball gag in my mouth "You're being robbed. Idiot." Stacy explained. "Say goodbye to your laptop, TV, money, furniture and your life." Stacy laughed. Her friend walked into the room with an armbinder and spandex hood. She placed the items in the bed and slightly lifted her shirt displaying a gun. "Anymore questions?" She asked. I shook my head no. Stacey removed my gag, blindfolded me and pulled the hood over my head. My handcuffs were removed and the armbinder was replaced instead. The binder was strapped so tight my arms went numbed within seconds. Both women were in great shape and had nice bodies. We drove in silence. It was so dark that I could only see what the headlights lit up.

Of course! We can play out particular scenarios, who we might be, why you are there, what has led up to you being snatched from your reality. You can outline this in our correspondence beforehand. We will have ours and your safety in mind, so there are some limitations, but theatre is full of possibility.

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There you go. That must feel better?" A strange voice asked. "I'm Mistress Kathleen. You will call me Mistress." She spoke. "Stacy told me about you. She is right. You do have a great ass. You may be a good investment after all. Upon completion of your training, you will be a well-trained and discipline slave. Some hormone injections and surgeries will erase your old life. Well, except for your male member." Mistress Laughed. "Stand-up we have a great deal of work ahead of us my pet." Mistress helped me to my feet. "Before you go..." Mistress interjected. "Put these shoes on." But I guess all that would have to wait until I could get my car fixed. Darkness had already fallen so I figured maybe I would just camp in the woods right where I broke down and walk to town in the morning. OK OK. Oh God! Please don't hurt me. I have money and I can get more." I quivered realizing I was scared to death.

Being kidnapped is the ultimate surrender into the world of submission and the unknown. Many people fantasise about this, but are unsure how to make it a reality. Come and play. In one of a few dungeons in North London. That is all you need to know. We can book a taxi for you at the end to get home, or if you live outside London you can get a hotel or sleep at the dungeon until the first trains. Here you are stripped of everything that is yours, you are at your most vulnerable and ‘they’ are in complete control for the coming hours. You see your captors, maybe towering above you, maybe for small glimpses of face, flesh, smell. They are striking and stunning and strong. They are the Kidnap Mistresses and you have no choice but to do what they demand.

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Suddenly, a warm hard penis entered my ass. I remained quiet as my violator slowing thrust. With every thrust, my asshole began to burn, and tears rolled down my face. I felt hands reach under me and rip off my nipple clamps. Leave this for us to deal with. What we are doing is an agreement, it is not illegal. If we ask you to speak up, then speak up and be honest about the arrangement. Moments later, Stacey attached nipple clamps. I muffled PMMMMHHHHHPPPPPP (PLEASE)!! TTTTTAAAAKKMMMM TTTTTTIIIIIIIIIIMMMM OOOOPPPPHHHHHHH (TAKE THEM OFF)!!" This post about Kidnap Mistresses was written for The Serpent Rooms by the inimitable Mistress Kali You are standing in a strange place where you’ve been told to wait, with just a couple of simple instructions to follow. It is dark, maybe there are people around, or maybe there is nobody to be seen. You have on you just your simplest belongings, because you have no idea who’s going to capture you.