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Kidnapped by Lady Liz & Mistress Medora!
Finally, Friday—payday—arrives! I half-run,
half-skip to the local watering hole to meet my buddy Fred. He’s not here yet,
so I order a pint and wings. As I raise that cold glass to my lips the door
creaks open. I turn expecting to see Fred, but instead I see a stunning tall
woman. Her outfit alone is making my jeans feel tight. She’s wearing leather
chaps (and instantly I try to imagine her naked under those chaps), a fringed
vest, and a leather hat. She walks with such confidence. I know I’m staring,
but I can’t help it! The lady moves to a booth in the back, but I can still see
her—talk about eye candy!
My phone buzzes—it’s Fred, texting that he can’t make it, something about an accident and road closures. Sitting alone, then, all I can do is fantasize about the gorgeous leather woman. I imagine going over to say how much I love her fringed vest, and reaching out to touch it, and “accidentally” touching her ample breast. I envision her nipple poking through and caressing it … and her mouth, oh god her mouth, it’s so luscious. The things I’d do if only I could muster the courage to approach her!
She’s smiling and waving! I almost fall off my chair, thinking she’s waving to me. But, I see another woman walking to that back booth, a woman also covered in leather. That long black leather skirt is a wet dream in and of itself! I must be dreaming, because the second lady is approaching me!
“If you grab your wings and beer and come sit with us, it might help you to stop staring at us,” she says. Her fiery red hair swings as she turns and walks away.
Well, what does a man do when he’s commanded to join two beautiful ladies in leather? He must follow orders. The women order a table full of food. I love women who eat, for that indulgence quite possibly translates into an appetite for other indulgent activities … I have no idea what they talk about, for up close to such beauty, I can’t fathom a thought. Then, each lady grabs my arm, hard.
“You’re being kidnapped,” the dark-haired woman says.
I look at the mirror on the wall. I’m with two angels in leather. Yes, no sign of wings, but I drink in the sight of those leathered backs and asses! I can’t believe this—I must have hit my head, for I’m having the fantasy of my life.
Uh-oh. I haven’t been paying attention, and
they can tell. You know the look on women’s faces when they catch you wandering
off … But they are nice to me. The raven-haired beauty, who I’ve learned in
Lady Liz, says, “Would you like to see what I just bought?”
A wise man always indulges a beautiful woman and her shopping habit, so I respond affirmatively.
“Put your hand under the table,” she says.
WOW! Am I going to feel her silky underwear?
Her friend, Medora, tells me to put my
other hand under the table, too. I feel something smooth close around my
wrists. Is this really happening? I’ve
seen these things at the leather store, and I’ve coveted cuffs …Lady Liz
laughs, and it’s such a wicked sound.
“You’re being kidnapped. Cooperate and we’ll all have fun. By the way, Fred says ‘happy birthday.’”
Fred! He set me up! That … Oh god, the women are yanking me up, marching me out of the bar. I stumble outside and a cop car slows down in front of us. It’s my chance to escape, right? Oh no. Lady Liz says to the concerned cop, “Hello, Sargent Cooper. We’re just making sure our friend gets home—he’s had a few drinks.”
“That’s great, Liz,” Sargent Cooper replies. “It’s always a pleasure to see you. Would you reserve a dance for me at the gala next weekend?”
“You’re so charming, Sargent, I’ll give you at least two dances with me.”
Good thing I didn’t speak up—the man’s obviously in love with Liz.
I’m corralled down an alley and then stairs. Medora opens a door and the place smells like flowers—flowers and … leather? Sweat? Yes. Oh god, yes. The lights are dim. I stumble and fall to the floor. Lady Liz approaches me, a shiny knife between her fingers. She laughs and cuts off all my clothes—even my skivvies! I’m so embarrassed to be naked in front of these women. They chat in a language foreign to me, and they’re laughing so hard. I’m thrown face down onto a futon, and then cuffs click around my ankles!
Stay tuned to find out what happens to Liz and Medora's kidnapping victim!
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The Missing Tail: Mistress Kara's Tale of Impending Punishment
Over the years that I have been with PEP, Ms. Sera and I
have always had a great relationship. We became friends, then we played and did double calls together. After that, when
I was the director of PEP and she was an S&M office girl, I had to teach
her a lesson or two.
Recently, Sera and I got together at Nancy’s for a photo party.
Sera and Ms. Madeline came to pick me up so that we could drive to Nancy’s mountain
home together. I had a lot to bring: toys, clothing, extra shoes. So, Sera asked
if she could help. Of course I said, Please!
She took two of my bags out to the trunk, and I hopped into the front
seat.
After we got there and my stuff was unloaded, I couldn't find one of my whips, the
Dragon’s Tail, a beautifully wicked piece I bought last year at EvoRevo. I looked and looked and asked the girls if they had my toy, or if it fell out
into the trunk. Both Sera and Madeline claimed they hadn’t seen it.
A few hours later, after we’d taken photos and were enjoying dinner, my lover
called. He asked me if I was missing something. I looked directly at Sera
as I was speaking and said, “YES, I am missing the dragon’s tail.”
He laughed and said, “Well, as I was leaving I found it on the driveway in front
of the house!”
Still looking at Sera and Madeline I said, “My dragon’s tail was on the
driveway??” Inside I was laughing, but I spoke harshly and Sera cringed
at my words ... Her face turned red as I continued to glare at her.
I told my lover, “Someone is going to pay for this. I wonder if we drove
over it with the car. It is, after all, one of my favorite toys.”
Madeline quickly reminded the stuttering Sera that only Sera had taken my bags out to the car. Sera gulped, eyes big and wet.
Kara (505) 217-3605, Sera (505) 217-6110, Madeline (505) 907-2312
Here is a picture from after the little incident, as Madeline and I enjoyed a post-dinner smoke and Sera, well, she was only allowed to sit with us … and during this time, I advised Sera that there would be punishment ... After the punishment has been meted out, rest assured, I’ll tell you all about it.
Waiting by the Side of the Road ... Madeline's Fantasy of Humiliation, Trepidation, and Degradation
Not answering your call is never an option. But before I
could say “hello,” your voice growled, Wear
your shortest skirt. Your highest heels. A sheer thong. Walk to the corner and
wait. A car will pull up. Get in. No arguing, no questions. Now.
Click.
As I dressed and made up my face, applying an extra layer of
mascara, I hoped it would be you in that car. Worry spread through me: what if it wasn’t you? What did you have
planned? How long would I have to wait for my questions to be answered? I
tried to convince myself that I wasn't worried and that you always have my best
interest in mind. Still, what if ...
I couldn't help but let my hands wander as I pictured
standing on the side of the road, my skirt riding up the back of my
thighs—exposed to frigid night air, icy air that still can't combat the swell
of heat growing in my cunt. These were my orders, and I am determined to follow
them even though I don't understand and am scared.
I am walking now and my feet, still not used to the five inch heels, ache. I
will think about how silly it was to worry about my foot pain later; it will
become one of hundreds of inane thoughts that come later as I am brutalized and
humiliated. But for now, in this moment, my feet hurting and cold wind
molesting my ass cheeks comprise my only complaints.
Headlights approach and my first emotion is relief. But those what ifs return. As the car rolls to a
stop and the backdoor opens, panic lights up in my chest. I climb in and try to
peer through the separation glass. Not caring how foolish I sound, I cautiously
ask, "Sir?"
No answer.
Again, louder, "Sir?!" I'm trying to sound calm and demanding but my
voice trembles and betrays me. "SIR?!" I scream. I no longer give a
shit if I get in trouble for speaking without respect to you—I am terrified.
No fucking answer.
I give up calling out. I focus on getting out. I want out, I want out of the
car, I want out of the scene, I want out of the state if possible. The doors
are locked, and I am forced to sit and sweat it out. My hands are slick with
apprehension.
My hands are not the only part of my body that is wet.
I am sick, I keep thinking. How can I
possibly be aroused right now? How deranged do I have to be if the lust is
bubbling up and peering through my overwhelming trepidation—downright fear,
even?
In what feels like hours but may have been minutes, the car stops. Before I can
decipher who is touching me, a gag is shoved in my mouth and I am blindfolded.
Hands roughly pull my hair back and my throat is exposed. Indignation and the
will to fight rise up in me. I try to run but your hand—your rough fingers,
your soft, thick palm I recognize—wrapped around my throat stops me. The
laughter I hear erupt from deep within your belly chills me.
More terrifying—consequently more arousing—is the hardness I feel grow beneath
your belly. Even through your pants, your hard cock hitches up my skirt a
little more. Moaning in what can't be described precisely as either whorish
lust or victim-like fear, I back my ass into that hardness. I want to get away
only slightly less than I want to be fucked ruthlessly.
My face is red, flushed with the desire to be used … and embarrassed at my gaping well of need ….
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Serving Lady Liz, Part Three
Our narrator had just entered Lady Liz’ dungeon when we last left him …
She ordered me to take off my t-shirt. Then, she circled me, and I felt like a buck at the market, being checked over by prospective buyers. She unbuttoned my jeans, and at her touch, I feared I would do the most unmanly thing and faint! Then, she pulled my pants down and told me to run to the opposite corner. Yes, you guessed it, I had to run with my pants down! Her laughter, ripe and joyous, erupted, and I swore to do anything to make her laugh again.
“I see you chose a nice pair of tan pantyhose, very good, you know how to listen,” she said. “Go on your knees!”
I dropped so fast to my knees. Her voice mesmerized me. I was powerless to her commands, I could do nothing but as she wished. She touched my neck, ohhh boy! She was actually touching me! I have dreamed about this since I was a wee little lad! Such a commanding woman touching me!
“I am Lady Liz,” she said as her long nails stroked my chin, “and as long as you wear my collar you are under me. Although right now you are so excited you would be totally useless to me. Nothing like leaving you here for a while to relax a bit! If you keep this much excitement up your head might explode!”
She walked up the stairs. I was bound to a chair, and last thing I recalled was Lady Liz putting a collar on me. Then, the minute she placed a rope on my wrist, my mind went very still and all I could feel was the rope on my skin. It was like having an orgasm to the power of ten. She was right about me being too excited. It felt so amazing to be tied … I know whoever is reading this will think I am crazy, but until you experience being tied up by such a lovely woman you have not lived! I could give up beer and chocolate and maybe even coffee to be able to be here!
If I wasn't all tied up I would be jumping around screaming,
but ohh wait I am gagged too! Cool!
My thoughts raced, “She tied me up! She gagged me! I made her laugh! I am COLLARED, collared I am telling you!”
I better be a good boy and calm myself so I can be useful to
my Lady. If I am really good she may use some of the special toys hanging all
around this room. For now I really have to concentrate on calming down, like
she said! Oh how could I not listen to such a lovely voice! And her figure,
worth a triple whistle!
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