The Abduction of H.

(Originally written by me in German, but here a translation for english-speaking members)

The abduction of H.

Part 1

I hear the hum of the camera, which is attached to the ceiling and slowly turn towards me. Meaning she is awake.

I quickly assume the standard position: kneeing, tights apart, back straight, rubbing my cock to an erection while smiling at the camera. I hope I’m not too late – she is merciless – I still have welts from last time. The heavy chain attached to my collar links quietly with my masturbation movements.

On each wall there is a screen with streams from kink.com – all possible sexual acts imagine. That was and is the only outside information that she allows and forces on me, 24/7.

At first I had counted the days, weeks and months, but now I haven’t counted them for a long time, at least from the moment I realized that she would never let me go anyway.

My first screaming, shouting and cursing, my anger, were in vain. Then my pleading, begging and crying – she just found it ridiculous. She then slowly but surely broke me with a rigid regime of punishment and reward, warmth and cold, chatity with teasing & denial and rebuilt me, with her as the center of my life.

Thus, I had now accepted my fate of being her slave, of belonging to her and of obeying her. My only goal was to please her, sexually and otherwise – maybe a case of Stockholm syndrome?

It doesn’t matter, my focus is now fully on her, I would do anything for her, it seems to be good for both of us…

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Part 2

You may be wondering how it came about that she kidnapped me and made me disappear in her basement forever?

She had come to our firm as a new partner: tall, some corporate, loud – not really my type – but, as it soon turned out, also very intelligent, eloquent and unbeatable as a networker. She had achieved a strong position in no time, which I didn’t like at all – she reeked of competition.

Whenever I could, I tried to speak badly about her, spreading rumors among the secretaries that she liked very young boys (and girls too…), that she had been through drug rehab and had probably slept her way to the top over the last few years.

I liked my Richelieu-like strategy in this regard so much that I lost track of things, exaggerated and didn’t notice that she had noticed who was plotting against her.

I soon understood that she was not only superior to me professionally, but also in terms of human depths…

Her revenge was not long in coming: One evening two figures entered my apartment, surprised me and drugged me with chloride form, wrapped me in a carpet and finally took me to her house in a car.

There she had already sparsely furnished the basement for me…

When I woke up, I was lying naked on a cot, a heavy chain on my new collar, arms and legs bound with leather cuffs. It was cold and I was still dizzy.

Suddenly I heard a voice from a loudspeaker on the ceiling: “Well, my little bastard, how are you feeling now?” followed by a malicious laugh and I got goosebumps: It was HER! How could that be?

I couldn’t believe it – a thousand thoughts ran through my head.

“We’ll have a lot of fun together – especially me…”, she continued, “nobody will miss you, I’ve made sure of that: your notice has already been sent out, and I’ve already introduced your landlord to a nice subtenant, a girlfriend of mine, who you’ll definitely get to know one day.

Officially, you’re on a trip to Australia, you’re burned out and you need time for yourself. An asshole like you doesn’t have any real friends anyway, so you’ll quickly be forgotten as a drinking buddy and know-it-all,” she laughed again.

“Now, mon cher, you’re all mine… I’ll train and educate you to my liking… you’ll regret every day having told nonsense about me behind my back to discredit me, believe me!”

I swallowed hard and cold sweat ran down my face…

Part 3

I quickly understand that she had experience turning rebellious men like me into submissives – and holding them in this position. Her way of physically and psychologically working on me, controlling me and humiliating me, slowly but surely transformed me into the submissive creativity she wanted, which she then knew how to train like a pimp would his new bitch. Twice a day she forced me to repeat a mantra, motivating me with an electric cattle prod if necessary: ​​​​​

“I am your absolute slave, Mistress. I belong only to you. I was born to serve you, I may only cum if you wish and allow it. I am nothing, you are everything.”

After that, to put it simply, she sat and rubbed herself on my face, pulling my cock and hitting it with her hand until she had several orgasms and I could hardly breathe. A few solid slaps in the face, while she looked at me coldly and calculatedly, ended the ritual.

My cock, which needed an ice pack treatment depending on its condition, was put back into the obligatory chatity belt.

Over time, my will give way and I submitted completely – always maintaining a good portion of fear of her.

When she noticed that I had utterly submitted myself and that she could no longer expect any resistance from me, she began to show me to her playmates, first one at a time, then several at the same time, and to include me in her perverse games with them.

I still remember the first time…

Part 4

I followed her instructions as always: still in the small bathroom in the basement, I gave myself a lukewarm enema, emptied myself and took a shower. I filled my hole with Vaseline and closed it with a thick punishment plug that could be inflated when necessary. Then I waited for her to come and unlock the lock on the chain of my collar…

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