First Abduction

She heard a noise but kept walking. She was just being silly and scaring herself. She had just finished working and decided to walk home that night, as it was cool and slightly breezy. There, she heard it again! She laughed, probably a cat. She turned the corner and as she passed the alleyway, a hand came out and covered her mouth and yanked her into the alley. A soft hood was thrown over her head and she was shoved into a car. She was too startled to do anything but gasp at first, and then she began to struggle, and make weak noises against the force holding her mouth.
Once in the car the hand was replaced with a ball gag, she felt her hands being bound behind her. She was suddenly in the grasp of this person again, his mouth very close to her ear. He whispered, “Do as I say and you will not be harmed” She quieted long enough to hear him and know it was a male voice. She was terrified. She sat there whimpering while he also bound her legs. He kept saying, “Be quiet, be quiet, I’m not going to hurt you.” The car started and she could feel the movement. She tried to keep track of how many turns they made and go over it in her mind to see if she could figure out where they were going. She became confused with fear and lost track. Her mind started to work on why this way happening. Was it someone she knew, was it a random person? What did they intend to do with her? She was afraid because she didn’t know.
The car stopped some 45 minutes to an hour later she guessed. She had quieted down but was still very afraid. He left the car and came over to her side, picking her up without a sound. She heard nothing that would tip her off to where she was. He carried her inside of a building and sat her on the floor. She could hear him turning on lights and things.
He then came back to her and picked her up. He bent her over a table on her stomach. He started to tell her how she was his slave now and that she needed to behave. He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to do such wonderful things to you. I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He was slowly removing the hood that covered her face. She was slowly seeing light but the lights were dim. She was trembling at the words he spoke. He kept telling her how she would enjoy being here if she would only behave. He began to rub her ass gently as the hood came off. He was still leaned over her and she turned her head to see him. He wore a mask. She could see no features and she whimpered loudly, putting her head back down. He continued to coo to her in a calm voice about how he would please her by tying her up and binding her so she had no control, all she would have to do is enjoy. And he always added, as long as you behave.
While he spoke he was gently removing her clothing until it became difficult, then he would yank on it till it ripped. When the clothes ripped she would make a louder noise, and he would put his hand on her head and simply say “Be quiet”. She was down to panties and bra and he lifted her by an arm. She could see now that he was all dressed in black, including the terrifying full head mask he wore. He undid her hands long enough to pull them over her head and attach her above. She was standing on the floor but her legs were still bound. He came close to her, he held her by her sides and he nuzzled her neck. She could smell his scent and she assumed that’s what he was doing to her. His hands were warm on her cooled skin and it felt good. He made a pleased sound, not quite a moan, and then stepped back.
He said very softly, “I will take this gag out of your mouth only to speak to you and receive an answer. Then I will put it back on, is that understood?” She nods her head in agreement and looks into the mask to see ice blue eyes staring back at her. He reaches up to take the gag off and slowly removes it, then says, “Will you obey me?” Afraid to say anything else, she nods and says “Yes” He uses his hand to spank her lightly, and it seemed as if he smiled, “That should be Yes, Master”. She repeats it “Yes Master”. He covers one of her breasts with his hand gives it a gentle squeeze and said, “You please me” She is glad but still very confused. She tries to speak, “Permission to speak, Master.” He visibly smiled beneath the mask, “You are a treasure, permission to speak granted, my pet.”
She didn’t want to anger him so she chooses her words carefully, “Why are you doing this to me, why me?” He comes close to her again, replacing the gag; “Because you need me” She became afraid again, not understanding. He removed the rest of her clothes and stepped back, “Lets Play….”. With that he lowered the lights even further and puts on some jazz music. He came back to her and stood close. “You do nothing, is that clear, just enjoy it.” She nods. He takes his time and moves his hands over every inch of her body; he is “reading” her to see what parts are sensitive. She can’t see it but he smiles when he finds them. Once he is satisfied he holds her by her sides and sucks a nipple into his mouth. She gasps in pleasure and notices how gentle he is being with her. Strangely enough she is enjoying it. He fondles the other breast and again she enjoys it. She closes her eyes. She forgets she is with a stranger, somewhere unknown, being touched intimately. No, that she doesn’t forget, she revels in it, gives into it. She sighs and relaxes, she hears him chuckle softly. “Today I will not bother you with toys,” He places one hand between her legs, “You will just cum for me and then I will take you home, until next time.” She was shocked at his words, because he intended to do this again. Somehow she was thrilled by this, and it made her very wet and he was there to feel it. He slid a finger in her and said, “You like that idea?” She nodded, she didn’t’ know why. He lowered himself in front of her while keeping a hand pulling her nipple. He used his tongue to stroke her clit and his fingers were mastering her pussy. She sighed and twitched as he pleasured her. She became more aroused and began to moan and he offered some words of encouragement to her, telling her to give in to him to belong to him. She was soon in full rapture and was gasping and screaming. She gave him what he wanted and got so much in return. She longed to be held by him and kissed by him, but he only pressed himself against her briefly and released her restraints. He handed her clothes to her and he stood and watched as she put them on. He then approached her and said, replacing the hood, “You have to wear this home.” She said nothing and allowed it. They got in the car and he took her home, he knew where it was. He leaned over to her and said quietly, “I will come for you again. You will please me as well then.” She started to ask when but he put his hand to her mouth, “Go” was all he said. She slid from the car and he watched her until she was inside and then she heard him drive away.

Second Wave

Out of coffee… damn. She got her keys and left for the store, she’d never make it with out coffee in the morning. While she was at the store she picked up a few more things and drove home. She noticed that when she drove in the driveway the auto sensor didn’t set off the light for the front of the house. Hmm burnt out?

She grabbed her purse and the bag of stuff from the grocer’s. Humming the last song that was on the radio, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and before she could scream a ball gag was placed in her mouth and a soft hood went over her head. It had been weeks but somehow this was familiar. No words were spoken she was put into a car and bound and belted in. Everything was done quietly and with purpose, no wasted movements. When he got in on the other side of the car she finally spoke, “Is it you?” He leaned over and placed a hand on her breast and thumbed her nipple, “Yes” He then sat back up and started the car.

She was content to sit there, or so it appeared. Her mind was racing. She made it home alive last time. This would be no different. She wondered why it had to be this way. He was so quiet….. She remembered that he said she would please him as well this time. She had heard that voice ringing in her ear almost daily since they were last together. It scared her and aroused her at the same time and now….now she was living it again and yes… she was scared and aroused. She could feel her black lace panties becoming very wet.

The car stopped and he came around and picked her up. He carried her inside and set her down. She was still bound but she was loose. The soft hood remained on her head. There was silence for what seemed a long time. Was he watching her? Did he leave? She was afraid to move. She fidgeted after a bit and moved her feet. He said in a loud voice, “BE STILL!” She was startled and she had a sharp intake of breath, for a moment she thought she would fall.

He came close now. He was starting to remove her clothing. He did it slow and with a purpose. She could hear him breathing. He unbound her as was required to remove a shirt arm or a pant leg and rebound her quickly. She was afraid yet not afraid……her breath was shallow and rapid. She could feel a tingling inside her; she wasn’t sure how to define it to herself. She was down to just the black lace panties this time. He filled his hand with her breast and gently squeezed it pulling his hand away, his fingers came together to pull on her nipple. They both made sounds at the same time, both of pleasure. With that he held her close and nuzzled her neck. The scent of him filled her; she closed her eyes under the hood and took it in. He held her longer this time and she was intoxicated by it and she leaned against him, knees weak. He stepped back quickly and released her. She wavered and started to fall. He caught her and righted her. He came close again and whispered in her ear, “Let’s play……” It made her sigh and he quickly moved away. She could hear him moving. Then he put on Trance music like you would hear at a rave or club. It was loud. The room became dark and a strange pulsing light could be seen. He was near her again. He removed the hood and the room was awash with the pulsing light. He leaned toward her and she could see he was dressed as before, all in black, including the full head mask. She felt the release of wetness into her already soaked panties. He said to her, “Do you want to be pleasured?” In the second she thought about it, she wanted to say yes but she felt she couldn’t admit it. She struggled with her thoughts and he spanked her with a paddle she had not seen before. He said nothing but waited. She reluctantly blurted out “Yes” and she had tears in her eyes. He spanked her again, harder, “Yes, what?” She cried out and the tears ran down her face, “Yes, Master!” He visibly smiled beneath the mask, “Good girl”. He held her by her sides, and said calmly. “You will get your pleasure, if you pleasure me, and do it right, do you understand?” She looked into the eyes of the mask. “Yes Master” she said quietly. He took a step closer and their faces were almost touching, his hand slid around to her bound ones, “I want to release your hands, will you be an obedient girl and do as I tell you?” He whispered. She replied, “Yes Master” He touched her lips[with]where his lips would be and he said, “Good girl”. He released her hands and they fell to her sides. He tenderly reached forward with his hand and spread his fingers at the back of her neck and drove them up into her hair, he pulled her close. She could hear him take a deep breath, felt his chest fill with air. He threw the paddle he was holding to the side into the darkness in the room. He pulled her back by her hair and put a hand on her arm to steady her, “Kneel” he said with no emotion.

She slid slowly to her knees with his help and she waited. He released her hair and his hands came to rest on his hips. She glanced up at him and he was looking forward. She looked down again. She wondered if she should know what to do, she was confused and she decided to just wait to be told. It seemed a long time but was probably just a minute or two, why did he make her wait! Suddenly out of nowhere his voice boomed out, “Remove my belt and then my pants, do it now, do it slowly” She visibly jumped and then she reached for his belt. She wanted to do everything right, it became an urgent goal to be perfect, she didn’t understand it herself. She undid the belt as slow as she could and pulled it from the loops. He reached out with one hand, “Give it to me.” She complied without speaking. His hand holding the belt when back on his hip and it dangled menacingly in front of her. She went back to her task; she undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper downward. As the material parted and relaxed, it reveled a very large, already semi hard cock, as he wore nothing else. As the zipper came down it fell forward and pointed at the floor. She reached up without taking her eyes off of his cock and eased his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them, and his cock bounced and hit her in the face. She wondered briefly if he did that on purpose. He stood again before her. She struggled again with what she should do. He hadn’t told her to do anything else but it was obvious what he wanted. He stood just stood there. She stared at his cock and truly it was the first time she had ever had pause to clearly just look at one, she took the opportunity to see what a beautiful part of the male body it was. She could see the skin was different than anywhere else on the body. She watched the veins pulse with blood and she watched his cock twitch occasionally. She wanted to touch it, stroke it. She finally decided she should do what was obvious to her. She reached up with one hand. Before she made contact, she was given a hard snap of the belt on her ass. It stung and she cried out. “I didn’t tell you, you could touch me!” He said loudly. Before she could reply he added, “Do you want to?” Without looking up she said, “Yes Master” without any hesitation.

He reached down and raised her to standing by her arms. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He walked a few paces and he helped her to her knees again. He then sat in an over stuffed chair and spread in legs before her and beckoned her forward with his hand. She did as he wanted. “You may touch me only to please me, if you do not ….I will use the belt on you, do you understand?” She understood only too well. She had an overpowering need to please him without the use of the belt. It was that she didn’t quite understand. He leaned back in the chair and said, “Begin”

Without a word she placed her hands on his warm cock, he emitted a small sound. She stroked him softly at first and watched as cock came alive and stretched his skin to the brink of bursting. She quickened her pace to match her own arousal. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He didn’t rush her to finish, he was moaning now and he still allowed her to pleasure him at her own speed. She enjoyed the freedom to do so. She could see his strong hands griping the arms of the chair. What were all those other times with past boyfriends even about? It had no meaning …. This was an experience to remember. The smells, the feelings, the visuals…..over-whelming. She could take her time and enjoy them; tears ran down her face, she was filled with emotion and passion. She leaned forward, she had to taste him. As her mouth went to envelope him he placed his belt on her back, “Wait!” was all he said. She stopped, and continued stroking him, she watched as a pearl of semen rose to the tip of his cock. She couldn’t stop herself; her tongue flicked out and greedily licked the pearl and claimed it. He did let her know she had done wrong by doing that, he snapped the belt on her ass. She felt it, it stung, but she was still glad to have claimed per prize. He then said, “Now use your mouth” She licked him briefly then eased him into her mouth. He shifted and moaned. She started slow taking him all the way in and down her throat. He groaned heavily. She brought him back up starting slow movements while swirling her tongue all up and down the sides. She would stop to suck and hum then return to taking him in and out. He was encouraging her by making the most wonderful sounds. She started to use the music as a pace setter because it was so fast and repetitive. She could feel him starting to pulse as well. He grabbed her head and forced his own pace until he released into her mouth. She took it all and she swallowed the gift her gave her. She could hear the pleasure that he expressed and she cried again that she was able to give him that. He relaxed back into the chair and she gently cleaned up any remaining fluid and released him from her mouth. She sat back on her heels and she waited. She sat there with tears of mascara running down her face watching him and knowing she had caused him to feel this way. He finally lifted his head; she could tell he was looking at her. He raised a hand and leaned forward, he placed the hand on her cheek, and said, “Good girl”. She smiled widely.

He then rose from the chair and put his pants and belt back on. He moved away and she could hear him in an unseen part of the room. The pulsing light was replaced with a steady low light and he changed the music to a girl singing slowly and dreamily about loving someone. She didn’t recognize the song. He came back to her and raised her up by an arm. Putting her over his shoulder again, he walked a few paces and raised her arms over her head, attaching her above. He stood back and looked at her he was smiling she could tell. She knew her hair was messed up and her makeup had slid down her face with the tears, she must look awful, yet he smiled. He came close and held her tightly. He unbound her legs and removed the soaked panties. He pulled her against him and he moved with the music as if they were dancing. She felt so relaxed. He whispered in her ear, “Now…cum for me and I will take you home” She wanted nothing more. He continued to hold her close and breathe in her ear. With his other hand he fingered her and massaged her clit, and with in minutes she convulsed her orgasm into his warm hand. She moaned and screamed and twisted in his grasp and he held her tight. Telling her how beautiful she was. Again the tears fell. He released her and undid her bindings. He gathered her clothes and threw them at her and told her to get dressed. He turned and was shutting off the music and moving things around. He came back to her and stood for a moment looking at her. She was more self-conscious now than when she was naked. He said, “Do I need to bind you?” She shook her head and said no she would behave, being careful to add Master at the end of her sentence. He then said, “You still have to wear the hood” and he placed it over her head. He took her hand and said, “Do NOT remove it until I tell you, understood?” “Yes Master” He led her out to the car a opened the door for her and helped her in.

They drove in silence most of the way. She guessed they were at a stop light and he reached over a rubbed her arm. They pulled into her driveway and he removed the hood. She sat there waiting to be told to go. He looked at her, “You were a good girl tonight, now go.” As she scooted out he also told her he would be back and asked her if she would like that. She leaned down and smiled into the car, “Yes Master I would.” He just said “Good, now go…” She closed the door of the car and picked up her purse and the groceries that had fallen on her way to the house. He watched until she was inside. When she was inside she heard him drive away.

The Owning

When sleep took her at night, she was also always taken by the faceless one she called Master. He invaded her dreams consistently. She would wake up in a sweat and an urgent craving between her legs. She tried to either avert her need or satisfy it by using her vibrator but it did neither. She prayed each day this would be the day he would come for her.

This night was like any other; she closed the door of the building behind her and headed for the parking lot. She looked down into her cavern of a purse to find her keys and was instantly swept off her feet and bound and gagged. To be honest she would have to say it was because she didn't struggle, that it happened so quickly. The hood of course was also over her head. She didn't have to ask this time. She knew his scent. She smiled under the hood, and was quiet for the ride. The only words between them were spoken seconds before he started the car, "Are you alright?" he asked calmly; she answered "Yes Master."

They arrived and he carried her inside. He helped her to lay on the floor face down. He adjusted her binding so that she became hog-tied and he left her in silence. She couldn't tell if he was in a same room or not. She heard nothing. She heard a sound near her and her head snapped toward it. She heard him breathing. She made a small weak noise, the gag prevented much more. I voice very close to her said, "You don't have permission to do that. I'm going to take the gag out and I'm going to ask you some questions. They require only yes or no, nothing else, understood? Shake your head yes or no now." She shakes her head yes, and the gag is removed.

"Do you understand that you are mine, that I own you?" he asked firmly. A very soft "Yes" comes from her lips. The sound of a crop whistling through the air and snapping on bare skin can be heard. She realizes its her skin, she cries out and without hesitation she says, "Yes Master” She can't see, but he smiles. "Do you understand that you will do everything I tell you, without question?" he continues. She says quickly "Yes Master." Do you understand that I control every facet of your life?" he asks. She quickly says, "Yes Master." He pauses and whispers in her ear, "Do you understand that you and I will reach levels of pleasure that you haven't even dreamed of?" A chill went through her as she said, "Yes Master." He smiles and touches her face with a gloved hand, "Good Girl.....Do you want these things my pet?" She again breathlessly says, "Yes Master" He coos to her "You are such a good girl." He leaves her then and she hears him walk away. She has no choice but to obey and wait.

He comes back a short time later. She hears a lot of movement but can't really tell what he is doing. Footsteps approach her and he unties part of her bindings so she can walk. He pulls her upright by an arm and pulls her along with him. He sits her down on what feels like to be a couch? ...no a bed. He tells her not to struggle, he lays her down and she can feel her legs being bound, spread apart. He then unties her wrists and rebinds them above her head and apart. He lies down next to her and begins to cut her clothes off, telling her how beautiful she is. He also is explaining to her how pain can be pleasurable. How she will beg for it. Suddenly her mind is racing....pain? He never mentioned it before. As he would cut a piece of clothing and expose skin he would repeat, "That's mine, I own it" When she was naked he got up and looked at her. He tossed away the bits of cloth. He leaned over her and slowly removed the hood as she blinked from the light. She saw he still wore a mask. He leaned in closer and said, “Lets Play" She closed her eyes and sighed, she felt a shiver go down her body in a wave, she was instantly soaking wet. She had played this over and over in her head all those weeks and those words to her meant she would know great pleasure. He could feel her arousal and he smiled.

He went to where she was never able to see him. He put some slow quiet music on and came back to her. He had some things in his hand but he made sure she couldn't see. He sat next to her. He removed his shirt and wanted to touch him. Her eyes went from his toned chest to his eyes behind the mask. He could see passion in her eyes. He reached out and played with her nipples until they were hard. He leaned forward and sucked on them and she could feel drips of wetness rolling past her ass to the sheet below. He quickly replaced her hood.

She was surprised but said nothing. He lays beside her now and she feels he has removed the rest of his clothes. He whispers, "Remember what I said about pain?" She shudders, "Yes Master" Not sure if she should have responded. He has replaced the knife he used to cut her clothes with another with no sharp edges. He first touches it to her breast. "Would you bleed for your Master?" She shudders, she feels that he would never hurt her but the fear is there, what does she say??!! There is no other answer and she knows it, she is owned, "Yes Master" He runs the knife between her breasts, its scratches her slightly and she whimpers. He says softly, "There isn't much blood, you're fine..." She is worried and she is whimpering. He grabs her by the chin, "I own you, and I can do what ever I want with my property...he says gruffly, "and now I will carve my name right above your pussy." She shrieks and says, "NO please!" He jumps up suddenly. he takes the hood off of her. He is inches from her face, she is crying. "I own you!" he yells at her. "If I wanted to I would have done exactly as I said I was gonna do." He softens his tone then,” But know this, my pet, I will NEVER knowingly hurt you, EVER. You need to know this in your very core that I will never harm you, as some of our play will be intense and I need you to trust me." He shakes her, "Do you understand?" She looks at him with wide eyes, mascara running down her face, "Yes Master" He softens his tone. "You are a good girl"

He pulled back from her and she was able to see everything but his face this time. She liked what she saw she thought he was beautiful. He lay down beside her up on one elbow and just looked at his new possession for a moment. He was pulled from his perusal, by her voice, "Permission to speak Master" He smiled beneath the mask and said "Yes you may speak." She then said, “I beg you Master please rub my nose, it itches!" He laughed and said, "Well it’s MY nose but okay...” With that he rubs the nose on her face.

He started to play with her and marvel at her reactions to things he did. She was obviously aroused by some of the things he did. He would learn her body has well as teach her his. This was her night; he would wait to teach her more. But after tonight, she would always be his. There was one more thing he had to do to make her his. He tasted her skin and sucked her nipples. He touched her where she was hot and wet, and listened to her moan and gasp with pleasure. He used only his body, no toys. His fingers slid with ease in and out of her pussy and he laughed and told her what a dirty little slut she was. He licked the juices from where it had dripped down and then plunged his tongue in to taste her. He used his fingers again getting them very wet and rubbing them on her lips. Then asking how she tasted. He told her how he wanted her to feel pleasure she had never felt before and with the intensity she had never felt. He made her talk, he made her say what felt good, what she liked, without worry if she called him Master. When he felt they were both ready, he repositioned her legs so he had them resting on his shoulders. He told her not to be afraid that he might be a little rougher with her than anyone else had been, but to trust him. With that he entered her. He had full control this time as she was restrained. He started slow but very quickly stepped up the pace. He watched her carefully; when she looked close to orgasm he backed down or spanked her. He told her to wait until he told her to cum. She was panting like a dog and moaning like cat, gasping like a whore. He told her to beg for release. She begged and cried and screamed. He made her keep her eyes open and look at him. She begged again and again and finally he said, "Its time go ahead and cum, cum really hard and make me proud of you" He pounded into her with a vengeance and she suddenly stiffened and made the most beautiful sound, total release, she shook and arched her back. She lay back gasping. It was such a beautiful thing to watch he came at the same time and now he looked at her. "You are so beautiful, and you're mine." She was totally spent and as she lay there panting he took her restraints off and held her close. Petting her and cooing in her ear that he was so very proud of her. She was a good girl and that he was pleased.

She found that was something she wanted more than anything, his approval. She basked in his light. She felt like this was where she always should have been. This was the part of her life she was missing. She was content.

He wasn't sure he wanted to send her home this time. He was sure he would miss the kidnappings, much as he thought she would. He would have to think on that, for now he held his pet.