He looked them over again. Each of them was an individual message from the same number Ms Kitten had used when they spoke previously. He deboarded the plane and made his way through customs, it was very quick to get through. With just a carry on bag, there was nothing to wait for at the gate, so he quickly found parking lot D6 and took the elevator to the third floor. The lot was empty, but he saw a plain white van all alone. As he approached, he noticed the license plate was a match, and the back door was unlocked. He couldn’t believe it, but without thinking, he climbed inside and started to strip. He opened the bin and filled it with his clothes, and wallet, and bag, and passport – his whole life was now inside this storage container. He stood up and walked to the front of the van, he knocked on the window. As he did, the rear door opened – a man and a woman came inside. The man picked up the container, and the woman approached him. “Stand slave. I’m Ms Kitten. Give me your wrists,” she cuffed his hands in front of him. She them bent down and cuffed his ankles – attaching everything together with a large, heavy chain. “Put. That. Away!” She kneed him three times in the balls, each progressively harder. “You will learn to control this thing, or you’ll fucking lose it.” She slapped his hard cock downward and knocked him to his knees. She followed him to the ground, and in one motion stabbed him in the neck with a syringe. He hit the cold metal floor like a ton of bricks.
The very next he remembered was being on the floor in a large room, it was very dark, and as his eyes adjusted a bit more, he realized it was dark outside too. He tried to stand to walk over to the closest window, but realized the heavy chains that were restraining him, were also attached to the concrete floor. He could hear some faint sounds from nearby. It sounded like a dinner party. He heard some chatter and it sounded like it was getting closely. When the door opened, and the light came in, he instantly recognized his surroundings from the videos he’d seen, and he recognized the preheated Women in the room as well. There was no conversation, it was all very businesslike. Ms. Kitten walked over and unlocked the chain from the floor, “over there,” she said as she pushed him towards the wall with the markings for height. “Face me,” she said as she snapped a picture with her phone. “Turn to your right and stay there,” she said firmly. He heard her phone click and then footsteps behind him – everything went completely black. “Forty-five,” the Woman clearly in charge said in a matter-of-fact way. “Let’s not send him there with an empty bucket ladies,” she said very close to his hooded head – she intended for him to hear it.
Author: njsub1978
The Prison Vacation, Part 1 (bdsm) (fdom) (real) (f48/m43)
He couldn’t believe it was finally here. He truly felt that months of planning had paid off as the wheels of his plane made that familiar sound as they touched down. He had never been to Berlin before, and he looked out the window at the sun shining down, for some reason, he always saw Berlin as cloudy and overcast, but the brightness outside was the exact opposite. He instinctively reached in his pocket and took his phone out of airplane mode and messages filled the screen one after another. As the alerts stacked on top each other, his eyes tried hard to read them all, but he had no success, finally the last ding “Welcome to Hell.”
The Business Trip, Part 2 (fdom) (bdsm) (f40/m43)
He closed out his tab, picked up her’s too and headed upstairs. The conversation never hit a lull – luckily, she had two good bottles of bourbon to make sure that didn’t stop. About an hour in, she went into the bathroom. It felt like she was gone forever, but when when she finally returned, she absolutely took his breath away. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of black leather joggers and a white tank top. He didn’t think he had mentioned it during their conversations about how much those style joggers made him wild, but right now, he couldn’t stop staring.
She felt his strong stare, but completely played it off. She picked up with the conversation right where they left off before she had left to change. The playful convo continued for a few more minutes before he decided to compliment her look.
“I love those pants you changed into,” he said with a smile. “There is something about they fit that drives me wild.”
The Business Trip, Part 1 (bdsm) (fdom) [F40/m43]
She sat at the end of the bar playing with a half-melted ice cube inside of a rocks glass. She checked into the hotel earlier, but was still wearing the sweats she had been wearing on the plane. She had flown into Chicago for an industry trade show, and knew she had a few busy days ahead. She alternated between people watching in the lobby and watching the Cubs play the Mets on the lobby TV – anything she could do keep from picking up her phone and scrolling. She always loved business travel, it gave her a chance to feel free again. It had always been that way for her – there was something about that moment she passed through the security gates at Newark Airport that felt freeing. This was only heightened over the past few years as the work-from-home culture had taken hold at her company – she’d only been to the office about 20 times in 24 months, a far cry from the four days per week she was used to pre March 2020.