It seems a lifetime ago now, but in reality it was only last year, that I was kidnapped for the first time. Looking back, I’m not entirely certain what led me to this niche corner of BDSM play.  I’d enjoyed the dark dungeon arts for over twenty years, although, with the passing of time, the frequency of my sessions had started to diminish as a certain boredom with traditional scenarios crept in. Occasional forays to visit a new Mistress or two did nothing to dispel the growing feeling that my submissive days were coming to an end.I guess it was chance, then, that caused me one lazy afternoon to stumble upon the website of Mistress Pip. It’s recently been remodelled, but the older version that I found had a gallery featuring atmospheric photos of Mistress Pip and Mistress Kali together, promoting their kidnap service.  These images entranced me. I found the powerful poses struck by the Mistresses, against a bleak industrial backdrop of brick and steel, peculiarly attractive. Over the ensuing days, I frequently returned to the narrative on their kidnap page.  Their promise to “… grab you from the pre-agreed place and bundle you into the back of our van where you will be gagged and restrained” fascinated me. Here was something new. Here was something I hadn’t encountered before. I was hooked.BDSM has many attractions. In my case, I love the anticipation of play almost as much as the play itself. The build-up and sense of excitement were what drove me into the arms of Dominatrixes in the first place. Finding this new vista reawakened that sense of anticipation. And, just as importantly, the prospect scared me. I hadn’t been scared by BDSM for years. It had become familiar and stale. Now, confronted with a scenario that sounded risky and slightly brutal, I faced a challenge that had to be met.  Within days, I had sent my first enquiry to Mistress Pip. The seed had been sown.  A week later, with the kidnap date quickly set, my fate was sealed.  For better or for worse, I was to be Mistress Pip’s hostage.

And that’s how it was with Mistress Pip. After consulting diaries, the date was set for the end of the month – four weeks away.  I remember that time well. On the brink of a step into the unknown, I became distracted at work and distant at home. Each day, the internal tension grew a little more as “K”day approached.  Intermittent e-mails from Mistress Pip served to accelerate this process as sketchy details of my fate were drip-fed to me. Interestingly, I found this whole period very creative. I think the regular rushes of adrenalin I experienced, as I played played out snatch scenarios in my mind, fueled the imaginative suggestions that I forwarded to my Kidnapper. By the time K-day was near, what had started out as a simple request for a kidnap, had morphed into a full scale script for my abduction and torture. I had armed Mistress Pip with intimate details of my psyche; the hidden corners of my mind where the frightened and sniveling me lurked. Yes, the Mistress knew it all and she was free to exploit that knowledge in whatever way she wished.

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