Kidnapping the innocent

[b.e.]

I have been doing non-consensual scenes for quite a while. Of course, nothing is really completely non-consensual, but one gets as close as one can.

 

First you have to agree to some sort of scenario. A basis for why someone who looks, say, like Mistress Ahn, would ever have to abduct anyone. Least of all the desk-shackled souls that many of us are when not in dungeons. Why not just snap her fingers instead and say 'get in the dungeon on 3 ... 2 ... 1'. And how often would she even get to 1? Honestly...

 

This disparity of beauty between captor and captive - coupled with, sorry to say, a lack of imagination on all sides - has led to a preference for kidnapping scenarios that are dreary if not altogether depressing.

 

With few exceptions the answer to the question 'why would she do it' is answered by one word - revenge. Which would be ok if it were some kind of hot revenge. Instead it will be:

 

-The employee of a sexist boss.

-Someone turning the tables on a grabby lounge lizard.

 

Right off the bat we are in creepy territory. In order to give the session impetus I need to be someone that neither of us can stand (and I would fire in a heart-beat in my professional life). And I would be infinitely more likely to be too shy to speak to one of these divas in public than to *gasp* grab her.

 

But I have been made to do this more than once, wallowing in the negative energy of my 'character' so the domina could find her inner abductress.

 

Well I am here to protest this fetish for kidnapping the creepy. Gentleman need to be imprisoned against their will to, ya know. I'm not sure how to put this into a class action suit, but watch out when I do...

 

In my profile I have compared it to shop-lifting something you don't want. Fetish aside you will never turn one of these a-holes into a worthwhile human being. Best hope is that human resources or a really big bouncer takes care of them.

 

On the other hand what about that guy who looks away the moment you discover he was drawn to you like a moth? Now he is pretending to read his paper. Is he even holding it the right way? The newsprint is coming off on his fingertips. That's your latex dress interacting with his physiology. He does not understand his desire for the danger you represent. He struggles not to want it. He struggles in vain.

 

He will never embarrass you with his public behavior toward women. You can see that he is a little too easy to seduce - especially for a dominatrix. That will have to be dealt with rather emphatically.

 

But he is fixable. And so innocent. Imagine the look on his face when tell him he must learn to suck your .... He tries again to twist the ropes holding him down. He only makes them tighter. Every 'please don't do this' 'please stop' is a shot of aphrodisiac. You tell him "Don't worry, darling. I'll touch up your lipstick first." That's not what I meant, he protests. You smile. "I don't care what you meant, dear. I thought that was understood..."

 

Kidnapping and corrupting the innocent - isn't that a tiny bit more interesting than avenging your self on the dregs of society? One other possible benefit. The kidnapped creep probably gets let go once you believe he has learned his lesson. You don't want him around anyway. But the kidnapped innocent may never be free again. The thought has been seeping into his brain during his hours in captivity: this is what you are now, a possessed object.

 

As the others finished forcing him against the ladder and tying him strenuously, he knew that he was physically over-matched in addition to helpless. His last words as you forced panties into his mouth and sealed it with 6 rows of duct tape were, why are you doing this to me? I'm innocent. "You won't be innocent when I am done with you, sweetie." You fasten a collar around his neck, kiss the tape on his mouth to confuse him further, and leave him to wonder what happens next...

 

Could be a nice way to spend an afternoon or 6, no?

 

PS. I can think of some pretty zesty scenarios that use revenge, but with much less of a negative stereotype sucking the life out of the room if anyone is interested.

[Mistress Zhao]

Sweet scenario, b.e.

Reminds me of a film I watched recently, The Girl Next Door. Exact same scenario, the kidnapper having a terribly twisted psychotic twitch.

It's mind-expanding to play a character whom you have no real-life association with whatsoever. Challenging and terrifying, to say the least, to teeter on the brink of believability, too. After discovering my latent bloodlust, I'm willing to try anything. Especially to unlock the thrilling psychology of madness.

 

Let's play.

[Big Trouble Baby]

Did anyone call the police yet?

[Mistress Ree]

Did anyone call the police yet?

 

No, sir, I AM the police.

[Big Trouble Baby]

No, sir, I AM the police.

 

GADZOOKS!!! I'm in for it now.

[akiravn1]

Sweet scenario, b.e.

Reminds me of a film I watched recently, The Girl Next Door. Exact same scenario, the kidnapper having a terribly twisted psychotic twitch.

It's mind-expanding to play a character whom you have no real-life association with whatsoever. Challenging and terrifying, to say the least, to teeter on the brink of believability, too. After discovering my latent bloodlust, I'm willing to try anything. Especially to unlock the thrilling psychology of madness.

 

Let's play.

 

 

I sincerely believe that you have a creative enough mind to unlock the psychology of madness, which is one reason I want to connect with you mentally, to be led to the brink of insanity by a dark enchantress would be that much anticipated thrill ride to the most distant corners and dark recessess of the minds imagination. Plus your latent bloodlust is sexy as Hell.

[b.e.]

Sweet scenario, b.e.

Reminds me of a film I watched recently, The Girl Next Door. Exact same scenario, the kidnapper having a terribly twisted psychotic twitch.

It's mind-expanding to play a character whom you have no real-life association with whatsoever. Challenging and terrifying, to say the least, to teeter on the brink of believability, too. After discovering my latent bloodlust, I'm willing to try anything. Especially to unlock the thrilling psychology of madness.

 

Let's play.

 

I'm already a hostage. House guests til mid-month. Wherever possible I take elements from the real world and build them into the scenario. So in this case it would be that she had asked 'nicely'. And now that door, the consensual door, was closed. The knots will be tighter, the gag deeper, and the mind-control practiced will be more complete. Instead of a 'client' the 'guest' will be a captive, taken at a time of her choosing.

 

Stockholm Syndrome is the 'madness' that has the greatest appeal. To be the captive with no hope of escape of someone who has made it clear she requires your complete physical, psychological, and spiritual subjugation and you will not see the light of day until she has it - and to somehow be seduced by her no matter how well I understand on an intellectual level that my psychic survival depends on resisting her.

 

She invites me to escape. Leaving me bound to a frame she orders me to escape or be punished. She leaves. This is only done to prove to me that there is no way out but submission to her. She humiliates me but does not allow me to feel humiliation. If she calls me a filthy little whore, she does it without venom as though stating a professional capacity. And the normalcy is what makes it truly humiliating. The expectation that I will kneel with my wrists and elbows tied together behind me and let her put that thing in my mouth and guide me toward doing it 'right'. As if all is well in the land.

 

And I know that if somehow I could get past her and somehow figure out the code to open the door and somehow get into the hallway and somehow remember the blind-folded path back to the front door to try to run out to the street naked and bound to beg someone to help me and tell them I was being held against my will by an insane sadistic seductress that was using me for mind control experiments as a punishment for tantalizing her but not coming to her immediately....

 

That I would fail. That no one would believe me and I would be brought back to her by the police who were assured that I was a delusional psychiatric patient of hers who had to be kept in restraints 'for his own safety' and whose claims of being psychologically re-programmed in 'some sort of dungeon' did not square with his ongoing sexual arousal... Or that her henchwomen would knock me senseless before I ever got to the front door and drag me back to her unconscious and strap me down for the next round of 'treatment'. Or that she would throttle me before I ever got the first door open. In all cases I would learn first-hand that nothing would stop her or her plans for my complete submission to her will.

 

Maybe I should urge my guests to head up to Boston a little sooner...