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Another set of stories I quite enjoyed, but be warned ahead of time, the story only goes up to part 5 and then I have no more. The story doesn't end there but I can't find the rest on my harddrive.

Part One – Contact



The market had been particularly stagnant over the past few weeks, nothing much happening either at home or abroad. The introduction of the Euro would change things though, if it ever happened. He leafed through the Financial Times at traffic lights, occasionally looking out of the windows to see what was happening in the commuter hell that was London. Maybe it was the tinted glass, but everything and everyone in mid Autumn London looked grey. He checked his watch, 7.55am, plenty of time to get to the office for his 8.30 breakfast meeting. God, he hated those meetings. Droning on and on about market shares and capital expenditure, munching on croissants and weak coffee. Why couldn’t they get a bloody decent cup of coffee in that place? Another red light. He picked up the FT and scanned for anything interesting. There it was again, page 14, same corner, same advert. It had appeared once a week for the past month now.



ESCAPE

Gloves, hose and heels

Exclusive company seeking new clients.

Must be financially secure, male, healthy,

Aged 25-35, minimum 12 months contract

Call Ms Wolford on 07789 886345

To arrange an interview.





The car horns sounded like a chorus behind him, green light.

“Piss off” he shouted at the rear view mirror, tossing the paper onto the passenger seat, “it’s only just changed.” He crunched into gear and sped off.

He liked autumn, not too cold but certainly a chill in the air. He glanced at the office girls scurrying to work, most of them in heels, hose, coats and leather gloves. The ones with glossy sheer nylons and tight black leather gloves usually received most of his attention. His PA, Rachel, wore beautiful black leather gloves. He would make up some excuse to talk to her just as she arrived at her desk, and watch as she elegantly removed them, finger by finger. He was sure she knew what he was up to as she would make a show of removing them, very slowly, then place them on her desk where they would sit all day, tormenting him. She had only been at the firm for about 2 weeks as a temp, too soon for him to ask her on a date. Office romances were discouraged and something he usually steered clear of, but she was different. Stunningly attractive, around 5’11” in her heels, long dark hair, dark eyes, sallow skin, around 25 years old. She was very well educated, well travelled, had a good sense of humour and dressed immaculately. Office attire consisted of high heeled black leather court shoes, usually glossy tan sheer nylons, a smart skirt suit, satin blouse and leather gloves. She would wear different coloured gloves to match her outfits, black, tan, navy and red. All longer length, all sleek and tight fitting. Late one evening they were alone in the office when Rachel went to the ladies. He couldn’t resist it and picked up a glove. It was wonderfully soft and had her scent on it. The label read English leather, unlined, size 6. They were longer than normal wrist length, maybe 4 inches past her wrist. He managed to replace it before she returned.

They worked well together, sharing many interests such as the arts, music and theatre. He was reasonably confident she would accept a dinner invitation, given he was 32, fit, allegedly handsome, and a City high flier. He would wait though, just to make sure she was interested.

He arrived in the office around 8.20am, just before Rachel. She looked incredible : black high heeled leather court shoes, very glossy sheer tan nylons, white knee length skirt suit, black satin top, black leather gloves. She had already removed her black coat and silk scarf and left them in the cloak room. As usual he would engage her in light conversation as she removed her gloves, very, very slowly, all the while smiling and tossing her hair back. Her perfume, no doubt expensive but one he did not know, would engulf him. He was sure she was interested in him and she had never mentioned a boyfriend.

The meeting started, his concentration wavered, the chief exec droned on, the coffee was terrible, the meeting ended. The rest of the morning was taken up by phone calls, emails, checking figures and watching Rachel. He had never seen anyone quite so beautiful, she could easily be a model. He went out at lunchtime to get a sandwich and coffee. When he returned he had another scan of the FT. His eyes were drawn to the advert on page 14. At that point Rachel knocked on the glass door and entered. She had just returned from lunch and was gloved.

“Sorry to interrupt but I bought you a muffin, one of those blueberry ones you like” she smiled, walking to his desk and placing it next to his half eaten sandwich.

“Thanks Rachel, that’s very kind of you.” It took all his effort to look her in the eye and not at her gloves. She stood beside him, looking down at the newspaper. The afternoon sun filled his office, glistening off her glossy nylons. Her perfume filled his lungs.

“You’re welcome. Sorry to read over your shoulder, but my friend Ms Charnos was telling me about that advert, for some kind of company. It’s her chum Ms Wolford, Monique I think, who’s actually managing it, but Rebecca, Ms Charnos, is helping out.” Her leather gloved hand was dangerously close to his face, he could see the contours of her skin and nails through the tight, soft, thin leather.

“What kind of company is it?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“Not really sure, all she said is it’s a lifestyle choice for very wealthy men run by sophisticated, elegant, attractive dominant ladies. Like me and Rebecca” she giggled, her hand covering her delicate mouth.

His heart was beating faster. Dominant? She said dominant. “What do you mean dominant?”.

“Oh you know fine well Mr Haynes. I’ve seen the websites you look at when you work late, Ladies in Leather Gloves ring any bells?” she said playfully, smoothing down her already tight gloves to emphasize her words. She looked at him differently, a mischievous look in her brown eyes and a slight smile on her lips. “ The server is set up so I can filter any junk emails sent to you. It also means I can check what you’ve been looking at, you naughty boy. I always knew that computer course would come in handy.” She sat down beside him and crossed her shiny tan legs, her stiletto heel resting on his calf, her gloved hands resting on her knees, stroking the smooth nylon.

His face immediately turned scarlet, “Look here Miss Aristoc, that’s against company procedure, tampering with the computer system. And as for checking my emails, that’s an invasion of privacy, I could phone the pol….”

“The police? Now now Mr Haynes, we don’t want that to happen do we, then the firm would know about the female domination websites you look at. Maybe your visits to professional dominas might also have to be discussed in the boardroom.” Her tone was calm and authoritative. “No, the only person you will call is Ms Wolford, 07789 886345. I know all about you Robert, all your secret desires. I have seen you on video confessing everything to Madam Whiplash. I’m here to make them come true. Please make the call, you won’t be disappointed, trust me. You’ll have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, dominant intelligent ladies, high heels, boots, glossy hosiery, leather gloves, leather outfits. You’ll be bound and gagged as often as you like. I’m part of the Company. I’m the Scout. I speak to the pro dominas in London, find out about any eligible, wealthy male submissives who may be interested. Then I join their company as a temp, find out about them, if they’re interested. If they’re not, we leave them alone. No one ever knows. It costs a lot of money, but we know about your inheritance and I’ve watched you Robert, you’re miserable.”

It was true, he was utterly miserable. The commuting, the job, the falseness of everything and everyone connected with the City. He didn’t need it anymore, his father had left him everything. The property, cars, assets, bank accounts, £18 million in total. His face fell into his hands.

“I’ll leave you alone for a while. Make the call Robert, you won’t regret it. If you’re not interested, you won’t see me after today. Your normal pa, June, will be back at her desk tomorrow morning.”

“June, where is June?” he asked through his fingers. June had been his pa for 6 months, a pleasant girl, very attractive but not his type, very efficient. Monday morning a few weeks back she phoned in sick, and called every day to say she was still unwell. The office had sent a get well soon card. Rachel reached into her black leather bag, pulled out some photos and handed them to him.

“She’s perfectly safe, don’t worry. She’s being held at our Headquarters. The first photograph is 2 of our operatives on their way to collect her. The second is June on her way to work that Monday morning. Of course, she never made it. Our operatives intercepted her and took her to the HQ, where she’s been ever since. That’s her in the third photograph.” Rachel explained matter of factly. The first photograph was of two young attractive ladies, one blonde, one brunette, walking along what looked like King Street. They were both wearing black leather high heeled knee high boots, black nylons, black leather skirts. One had a black leather knee length coat and black leather gloves, the other a black leather blazer with black leather gloves. Both wore black high necked tops. The second was of June in her red business suit walking along King St, the underground sign behind her. The third was June sitting on a chair in a bare room, bound with white rope at her wrists, knees and ankles, gagged with wide white tape.

“Jesus Christ” Robert exploded, “Intercepted? Collected? You mean you bundled her into some car, took her somewhere and kept her tied up and gagged for almost 2 weeks? That’s kidnapping! She’ll go to the police, then all of this will come out!”

Rachel giggled. “Oh Robert, calm down. At any one time we’ve got five or six people captive in our cells. Don’t worry, we’ve been doing this for a few years now, almost two hundred people in total, and never has any one of them gone to the police. The ones that aren’t there of their own choice, like June, are offered a large sum of money for their silence. June will be given £10,000 to keep quiet and say she was ill. We’ll even get the Company doctor to give her a sick line. Look, here are another few of our clients”. She handed over another couple of photographs.

“The first two are sisters we had to keep quiet while we courted their brother. Turns out he wasn’t interested in joining the Company, so we released them yesterday, considerably wealthier. They enjoyed their time with us, and the money, so much they’ve agreed to help us out with future clients, as decoys and sirens.” This photo showed two young ladies dressed in skirts and tops sitting on a settee, both with hands tied behind them, knees and ankles bound, gagged with white silk scarves.

“The second is a local councillor we had to remove from the scene for a month or so. This is her being transported to a safe house. We feel she may be more understanding the next time we require planning permission for a cell block at one of our properties.” This showed a late 20’s lady in a navy blue skirt suit, shiny flesh coloured tights, navy heels, bound and gagged in the boot of a car.

Robert looked at her, completely bewildered. She smiled sweetly, uncrossing her long, silky legs.

“Look, I can see you’re confused. I’ll leave you alone for a while to think things over. What I can tell you is no one gets hurt, those who become our captives by choice pay a lot of money, sometimes millions of pounds, for the privilege of living their ultimate fantasy, those who are abducted with force are released unharmed with a large cheque for their trouble. We are a multi million pound business with offices all over the world, have around five hundred employees caring for up to sixty clients at any one time. We have contacts within governments and police forces all over the world. Doesn’t this sound like everything you’ve always dreamed of Robert, having ladies like me dressed to thrill, caring for you twenty four hours a day, seven days a week? Always gloved, hosed and heeled? You always restrained and gagged? I’d love to keep you as my little prisoner Robert, it would be so much fun, keeping you gagged with my leather gloved hands. That’s my specialty, leather gloved hand gagging for hours on end. I know that’s something you like too. Anyway, think it over. I’ll be here if you need me.”

She stood up, leaned over his desk and kissed him softly on the cheek, one gloved hand resting on his face. Her hair touched his face, her lips felt like silk, her gloved hand soft and warm. She took the photos out of his hand, placed them in her bag and walked out of his office, closing the door. He watched as she went to her desk, sat down and began to sort through her paperwork, still gloved.

His mind was swimming. This couldn’t be real, it was like a film script. His new personal assistant belonged to a secret kidnap organisation, abducting rich men who paid to live as bound prisoners? She had kidnapped his original secretary to get closer to him, and knew of his visits to professional dominas? Poor June had been kept tied up and gagged for almost two weeks! It all seemed so normal to her, showing him photos of bound and gagged kidnap victims as if they were holiday snaps. He looked at the advert in the newspaper, it seemed to jump out from the page. He looked out at Rachel, probably not her real name he thought. Rachel Aristoc. Rebecca Charnos. Ms Wolford. They had named themselves after hosiery brands! She did not look flustered at all, calmly working as normal, answering the phone, sending emails, all with those beautiful soft leather gloves on, so tight and sleek. He watched her mouth as she spoke on the phone, the soft red lips, the perfect white teeth. Her perfume still hung in the air.

Her words echoed in his mind, you won’t regret it, you’re miserable, it’s what you want. Kept bound and gagged by beautiful, intelligent ladies dressed in high heeled boots, long leather gloves, leather skirts and glossy stockings.

He picked the telephone up, dialled the first three numbers then replaced the receiver. He couldn’t do it, it was ridiculous. He turned his attentions to the figures for tomorrow’s half year report. Ten minutes later the phone was in his hand again, this time five numbers were dialled. He looked at Rachel. It was now after four o clock. Rachel would finish at five, leave and never return, June would be back tomorrow and no one would ever know. That was how it had to be. He did have strong desires and fantasies to be dominated and held captive by beautiful ladies, but that’s all they could be, fantasies. His mind was made up.

Four thirty.

“Good afternoon Robert, I’ve been expecting your call”. The voice belonged to a lady, mid to late twenties, private education. He didn’t remember picking up the phone, dialling the number or waiting for an answer, it had just happened. “My name is Ms Wolford.”

“Good afternoon Ms Wolford” he stammered, unsure of what to say.

“I believe our Scout, Ms Aristoc, has indicated to you the service we provide. I know how you must be feeling Robert. Confused, guilty, angry about your secretary being abducted. All perfectly natural. Do you want to find out more about us, and about yourself?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Ms Wolford”

“Good boy. Be outside your office at 6.30pm tonight. You will be collected by a white limousine.” The line went dead.

Robert didn’t know how to feel. He looked at Rachel, she was on the telephone. She replaced the receiver, picked up her bag and walked into his office.

“You made the right decision Robert, I’ll see you at 6.30.” She smiled as she turned and walked towards the cloakroom.

For the next two hours Robert couldn’t concentrate on anything. He would have to wing it in the meeting tomorrow. He waved as one by one his colleagues left, jealous of their normality. He freshened up in the executive washroom, then counted the minutes. He was on the pavement at 6.25pm, the chill night air changing his breath into little white streams. 6.29, the stretch white limo stopped at the kerb beside him. The door opened. He tried to see who was inside.

“Come in Robert”. It was Ms Wolford. Gulping air, he got into the car.

He slid into a white leather site and took in his surroundings. In front of him were two ladies. One was Rachel Aristoc, the other he presumed was Monique Wolford. Rachel was wearing black satin high heeled ankle strap shoes, glossy black stockings, black satin knickers and bra and long black satin gloves. Monique was wearing black leather slingbacks, sheer black seamed stockings, grey skirt suit, black leather gloves. She had long dark hair, dark eyes and was strikingly attractive. Rachel looked absolutely incredible, her hair and make up were different.

“Good evening Robert, I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Monique Wolford” Rachel smiled. Monique held out a leather gloved hand. He took it in his and kissed it. He had never kissed a lady’s hand before as introduction, but somehow it seemed the right thing to do.

“Pleased to meet you Robert” smiled Monique, “I think we have a lot to discuss”.

Rachel handed him a glass of champagne as the limo eased it’s way through the rush hour traffic.

“Myself, Ms Aristoc and another friend, Ms Charnos, set up Class Kidnaps two years ago. We had all previously worked in the business side of the fetish and domination industry and recognised the need for our service. Basically what we do is offer to abduct someone for a specified period of time and keep them captive at one of our properties. The client has a support network of four to ten Kidnappers, four to ten fellow female captives, one per Kidnapper, who do all the cleaning, cooking, laundry etc, and specialised services such as a doctor and dentist on call. The numbers of Kidnappers and captives depend on how much the client wants to pay. As you can imagine, the property has to be large enough to accommodate up to twenty people. We rent large country mansions on 1 year leases. We also lease a fleet of cars and vans. The Kidnappers and captives are all attractive, twenty to thirty years old, well educated and sensitive to the needs of the client. Some are ex professional dominas, some are ex teachers, some are students taking a year out to earn good money. Any questions so far?”

He shook his head. This was mind blowing.

“Good. The Kidnap will be suited to the requirements of the client. If you have a preference for blondes, all your Kidnappers and captives will be blonde. Same for leather, high heels, boots, satin gloves, whatever it is the client wants, he gets. The client chooses and pays for the wardrobe worn by his support team, from lingerie and hosiery to belts and gloves. We have a buying department to help the client decide and order the garments. The girls we employ are not prostitutes. However, sex is allowed between the client and his support team if it is mutually agreed at the contract negotiations meeting. This is a meeting between the client, our legal director, finance director, buyers, security staff and the chosen Kidnappers and captives. After the client informs us of any preferences regarding his team, we offer him approximately three ladies for each post. If he requires four Kidnappers, we will let him interview twelve ladies then choose his team. The minimum team is four Kidnappers and four captives. Four ladies is necessary to ensure 24 hour supervision. Each Kidnapper has a captive to look after their wardrobes, cleaning and cooking. There will be a chief kidnapper who reports directly to me. The client will not see another male during his time in our care. They have no contact with the outside world including family and work. Would this be a problem for you Robert?”

Again he shook his head. Work was no longer stimulating, he had thought about quitting quite often. He didn’t have many close family members left after the car crash in which his father, mother and brother had died some years ago. An aunt and uncle, few cousins. He only saw them at Christmas.

“Fabulous. You have excelled yourself Rachel. Rachel is our Scout. She identifies potential clients and introduces them to the Company.” Rachel smiled. “You will be given chores to do, such as cleaning out the stables, gardening and maintenance. Your contract will specify the type of bondage and punishment you receive. You will be restrained 24 hours of every day and gagged for most of it too. Punishments will be decided by the Chief Kidnapper, usually whippings or a spell in the isolation cell. Rachel tells me you enjoy being gagged with leather gloved hands, that could be a clause in your contract, to be gagged tightly by your Kidnappers leather gloved hands for a specified period of time every day. We have a central HQ in London, around twenty properties across England, Kidnap Castles we call them, and another twenty or so flats across the country for employees who are not working at a particular time. We also have franchises in several countries : the US, Japan, Italy and Sweden. There is the opportunity during your time with us to spend a period abroad, which we highly recommend. We lease a private jet and hire freelance aircrew. We like to call it Abduction Airlines. We also own a small hotel in Devon for short term stays, like the councillor Rachel told you about, Hostage Hotel. We sell fantasy Robert, and everything I have told you can be yours. Obviously it does not come cheap. The Kidnappers earn in the region of £150,000 per year. The captives earn around £75,000. Last year we spent £5.2 million leasing properties. The hosiery bill for the whole company was £62,000 last year. Gloves were £77,000. The joining fee is £1,000,000. The minimum contract is 12 months. Depending on how many team members you require, where you want to be held captive, if you want to visit a franchise, the monthly fee will be between £100,000 and £200,000. It is a lot of money. Shall I continue?”

He nodded.

“We do a credit check on all potential clients, you are a very wealthy young man Robert. You would not be here if you were not. We hold around 20 clients at any one time in this country, around 60 worldwide. We have contacts within various governments and police forces, no one ever bothers us. For tax purposes, we are an entertainment business. When your time with us is over, you will sign a confidentiality clause. You will also be given a media pack with video footage, photographs, dvd and cd rom memories of your time with us. We have a window in our schedule very soon, a few teams are available for a years contract. We have a few clients interested and after this one there will be a six month wait before any other teams become available. I know it is a massive decision for you, but if you want to be living your fantasy within a month, I will need your written acceptance of our terms within three days. I have brought along the company brochure, our standard terms and conditions, photographs of the potential Kidnappers and captives, a list of potential properties and a standard contract.”

She opened the leather briefcase that was at her feet to show him, then fastened it and handed it to him. The car slowed and stopped.

“We are back at your office Robert. I sincerely hope you will join us.” She again held out her hand for him to kiss.

“June is now home and will be at her desk tomorrow, Rachel will not be back”

Rachel moved to give him a hug, her satin gloved hands around his shoulders and neck.

“Join us” she whispered in his ear and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Robert, phone me with your decision, by midnight on Friday.”

“I will, and thank you”. Robert eased out of the door, closed it then watched as the limo glided into the distance. The registration plate was B0UND.

The drive home was uneventful, his mind elsewhere. The case on the passenger seat occupied his thoughts.

Part Two – The Decision

His hands shook as he unfastened the briefcase and removed the contents, laying it on the glass coffee table next to his gin and tonic. The glossy brochure caught his eye first. The front page included a photograph of three attractive ladies in thigh high leather boots, black bikinis, stockings, sunglasses and long black leather gloves, pointing handguns and holding coils of white rope. The caption above it read “Captivation Guaranteed”. Inside were further glossy photographs of attractive ladies in fetish wear. All the ladies were very attractive, all in leather boots, skirts, tops, catsuits and glove

The questions were listed in bullet format :
bullet Do these Ladies excite you?
bullet Do attractive young ladies in leather, rubber and pvc entrance you?
bullet Are you interested in female domination, bondage and fetishism?
bullet Do you have a kidnap fantasy, to be held captive by attractive, intelligent, fetish orientated ladies in a country mansion? Every whim catered for?
bullet Does the idea of being held hostage by up to ten beautiful gloved, hosed and heeled ladies for at least 12 months interest you?
bullet Are you interested in creating your custom kidnap? If you like leather, all your kidnappers wear only leather. Glossy pantyhose? All your kidnappers wear them 24/7. Leather gloves? You will not see a bare ladies hand during your captivity.
bullet To keep you company in bondage, several of our captive ladies will undertake household duties and, like you, are restrained at all times.

If so, contact our dedicated staff on enquiries@classkidnapsltd for full details. Captivation Guaranteed.

The rest of the brochure featured more photographs of beautiful young ladies binding and gagging helpless captive men. All were very tightly bound and gagged, often with leather gloved hands gagging them.

The last page was entitled, “We’re all around you. Ever noticed the attractive young lady in the corner of the restaurant who kept her tight black leather gloves on during her meal? Or two beautiful young women walking together, dressed head to toe in black leather boots, glossy hose, leather skirts, leather coats and leather gloves along a busy street? Or possibly an elegant young lady sitting in the passenger seat of a car wearing elbow length tight black leather gloves? Maybe it was the black leather knee high boots that caught your attention, the stiletto heel just a little longer and thinner than normal? There were four photographs on the page illustrating all of these situations.

Maybe those ladies were our employees. We’ve eliminated the element of chance. We have employed these young women to kidnap you and keep you as their captive. You, with our expert help, specify when, where and what happens. It is very expensive, but what price is a dream? A minimum of 12 months in an elegant country home surrounded 24/7 by your team of female kidnappers and their captive assistants, up to twenty ladies living with you for a year, always dressed and behaving as you desire. A specialised medical team will ensure your health, with the added bonus of a possible foreign trip to one of our many franchises. All controlled by our team of professionals based in central London. Email us now. Let us capture you and your imagination”.

He scrutinised the standard terms and conditions and contract. It all seemed to be legally binding, all proper and correct. Basically it stated the terms of payment, £1 million in advance then a monthly fee to be calculated and paid in advance on the first of every month to a Swiss bank account. All the usual caveat clauses were inserted, nothing he wasn’t used to in the financial world. If for any reason a monthly payment was not paid into the account by the specified deadline he would be liable for the remainder of the agreed term of contract and released from his captivity. The contract required a bank account be set up containing the entire sum for the captivity period, this would not be known until after the contract negotiations meeting, or Captive Charter meeting. He read and re-read the documents until his eyes were exhausted. He would have to let his lawyer see them before he could decide.

The next bundle on the table was a pile of digital quality photographs. They all showed what he assumed were gloved kidnappers with their bound and gagged captives. He studied all of the photos. All the ladies were impeccably dressed, the surroundings plush, the bondage expertly done.

He fell asleep on the sofa, surrounded by the Class Kidnaps literature.

It was a combination of the incessant chatter of the birds and the strong sunlight which awoke him. He looked at his watch, eight thirty. Slowly he looked around and the recollection of last night filled his mind. The photographs lay scattered where they fell. The first phone call was to the office to say he was ill and would not be in for the morning meeting. Yesterday this meeting seemed vitally important, today it was the last thing on his mind. The second was to Larry, the family lawyer. Larry had been the family lawyer for more than twenty years and knew his father from school. He was embarrassed when he explained about Class Kidnaps and the contract but knew Larry cared for him like an uncle and would not allow personal feelings to get in the way of examining the legal implications. He showered and dressed quickly and was in Larry’s office in central London at ten fifteen.

After the first ten minutes of explanation, the embarrassment subsided and Larry the lawyer kicked in. He didn’t claim to understand his desires to be dominated but as a lawyer and friend they went through the contract together. He left Larry’s office at two twenty and immediately headed for his accountant’s office. The legalities and implications of the Class Kidnap contract were fairly standard even if the service wasn’t. Larry was not unhappy with the legal terms if it was what he wanted. Now he had to ensure the funds could be put in place within the timescale. He left the accountant’s at five minutes past five without divulging the reason for the need of funds. His cash at hand was over £7million, held in several accounts. The joining and monthly fees were not a problem. As he rushed from office to office he felt as if he was being watched. He spotted several ladies who could have been employees of the Company, but just as easily may have been secretaries or shoppers.

That night he immersed himself in the internet, trying to find out anything about the mysterious Company. The website only had the same email address as a contact, and contained the same photographs and blurb as the brochure. At midnight he gave up, exhausted both mentally and physically. His mind was a cyclone of thoughts and fantasies. Again he awoke uncomfortably, this time in a leather swivel chair. The monitor hummed in front of him. He had decided. Both his lawyer and accountant had approved the legalities and funds. He could afford it. He wanted it.

He showered, shaved and dressed. This morning the first phone call was not to the office but to Ms Wolford.

“Good morning Robert, how are you?” she enquired sincerely.

“Good morning Ms Wolford, fine thanks. I’ve came to my decision. I need to be kidnapped.”

“The limousine will collect you at your house at ten thirty. I will see you at HQ”. That was it. No hesitation, no thanks, nothing. She expected it.

He phoned his managing director and resigned. He didn’t give him the chance to ask why, just told him he would not be back, would not serve his notice period and would confirm in writing, then hung up.

Then he waited.

Part 3 – London HQ

The limo arrived exactly on time. As he approached the passenger door opened and out stepped an attractive brunette in black leather boots, glossy tan tights, black leather mini skirt, long black leather coat, black lycra top, black leather driving gloves and sunglasses.

“Good morning Robert, my name is Estelle, I’m the Company chauffeur”.

She shook his hand, opened the rear door, waited until he was comfortably seated then closed the door.



He was alone in the rear of the limo. The driver’s door closed then Estelle’s voice came over the intercom.

“There is champagne in the fridge Robert, please help yourself. Also feel free to use the cd player or radio. My orders are to take you to HQ, eta eleven fifteen.”

The limo glided away. He looked nervously out of the tinted windows.

There was no further conversation on the way to HQ. The landmarks passed by : Big Ben, Parliament, the palace. The limo made its’ way to the financial district, not far from his office and stopped outside a fairly inauspicious office building. Estelle got out of the limo, walked round to the kerbside rear door and opened it.

“This is HQ Robert”

He slid along the leather seat and got out of the car.

“Go in through the main door, Sasha at reception will be expecting you”

“Thanks Estelle”

“You’re welcome sir”

He took a deep breath and walked towards the large oak double doors. The brass plaque at the buzzer read “CK Entertainment Ltd”. He pressed the button.

“Come in Robert”

The electronic lock clicked and the door opened slightly. He looked around to see Estelle standing by the white limo, smiling. He pushed the door open and entered. The door clicked behind him as he looked around the reception area. The young lady swung around in her swivel chair to face him.

“Hello Robert, my name is Sasha. Welcome to Class Kidnaps HQ. Please take a seat.”



She was early twenties, long black hair, very pretty, dressed in black leather T bar high heels, glossy black tights, short grey skirt, white satin blouse and black leather gloves that disappeared under the mid arm length satin sleeves. He looked around to see a white leather sofa next to her desk. He crossed the laminate floor and sat down.

“Someone will be down shortly to attend to you. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Yes please, some water would be great”. He looked around as Sasha rose and went to the water cooler. Across from him was a beautiful dark haired young lady dressed in black satin corset top, black pvc mini, black fishnets, long black satin gloves and high heels. As they smiled at each other, she seemed as nervous as him.



Sasha’s heels clicked on the floor as she returned with his water. She smiled warmly as he took it from her. The unmistakeable scent of Angel perfume filled the air.

“Robert, this is Andrea, one of our captives. She’s here for an interview, possibly for your team. Today is her Bondage Test. We tie her up and gag her in our cells for eight hours, to make sure she can take it. Not everyone is cut out to be a captive you know. She has worked for us in our Rome office, but we insist on interviewing all employees personally. Perhaps you’ll be able to pop in on her later.” Sasha exclaimed matter of factly, as if Andrea was here for a typing test.



Andrea smiled. The thought of seeing this gorgeous young lady bound and gagged seemed incredulous, yet inside these oak doors it was perfectly normal. As Sasha returned to her chair he felt it only polite to strike up a conversation.

“So Rome, how did you end up working there?”

“I am from Milan. I am languages student at university. I heard about Class Kidnaps in Rome at a fetish club. They ask me to go for interview, I go. I apply to be a Kidnapper but without any experience they say no, I must be captive first. I like being tied up and money is fantastic so I take 3 months out from course and work with the Company at a villa in Tuscany. I enjoy very much so came here. In London Monique say I must be captive again here first before I can be Kidnapper. I take a year off this time, money very good. She tells me a project begins soon, I think it is you who is client. So I am here as captive. I passed my Intelligence Test yesterday, today is bondage.”

“Intelligence test?” he enquired.

Sasha answered, “Every employee, Kidnapper or captive, must sit an Intelligence test and a bondage test. The Kidnapper ties up a captive for her test, the captive gets tied up. A lot of our clients are extremely wealthy, intelligent men. They require to have intelligent ladies surrounding them. Twelve months is a long time with no stimulating conversation.”

“Makes sense, how do you do it?” he asked.

“All our employees must either have a degree or be enrolled on a degree course. Here, they sit a general exam, English, maths, general knowledge, and a psychometric test. I’m sure you’ll see the exam room when you go on your tour.”

“Tour?” asked Robert.

“Yes, all our clients have a tour of HQ. We have the general office space, boardroom, exam rooms, the cells in the basement, stores, wardrobes, meeting rooms. It’s quite big actually, like a Tardis.”



At that point a door to his left opened and in walked a beautiful dark haired woman dressed in black high heel court shoes, sheer black nylons, tight black leather skirt, white satin blouse and long black leather gloves. She held a black riding crop menacingly in one hand.



“Hi Sasha, I’m here for Andrea” said the lady in a husky, sexy voice, English accent, private education. Andrea stood and smiled nervously.

“Andrea, this is Victoria, our Chief Bondage Director,” announced Sasha. The two ladies smiled and shook hands.

“Victoria, this is Robert, our new client. He’s here for his induction”

Robert stood to attention and held his hand out, ready for hers. Instead she held her gloved hand at chest height for him to kiss. He did so, caressing the soft leather with one hand, and softly brushing the gloved hand with his lips.

“So this is Rachel’s new client. She did well. Welcome Robert, I’m sure you will enjoy your stay with us. I am the Chief Bondage Director. I train all our Kidnappers and captives in the art of bondage and gagging. I hear one thing you like is to be hand gagged with leather gloves. We have several ladies specialised in this art. Perhaps later you could show me what you like.” He smiled, not knowing what to say. He prayed his erection was not noticeable. Victoria turned her attention to Sasha and Andrea, picking up some sheets from the desk.



“What have we here then”, she mused while reading, “captive for three months in Tuscany….interesting….Chief Kidnapper was Donatella….good….endurance bondage will not be a problem then…..wants to be a Kidnapper. Ok Andrea, let’s get you down to the cells and tie you up. Have to cuff you here though, company policy. Only Kidnappers are allowed into the cells without shackles.” She smiled at Robert as she said this, no doubt noticing the look of fear in his face.



Sasha went into a drawer in her desk and handed some handcuffs to Victoria, who quickly cuffed Andrea’s wrists behind her. Next was a leather collar and leash fastened around her neck, followed by a leather gag which was buckled tightly behind her head. Lastly a pair of ankle cuffs were fastened around her fishnet clad legs.

“Ok Andrea, let’s go. Be careful when we get to the stairs” Victoria said cheerily. She led Andrea by the leash, the two of them heading for the door. Andrea looked at him before she disappeared, a smile around her eyes.




Sasha could tell from his expression he was amazed.

“Don’t worry Robert, you’ll get used to some unusual sights in here. Bound and gagged girls are not uncommon. I was a captive myself for a while, but when the chance to work in HQ came up I grabbed it. One day I hope to be like Victoria, a bondage director. First of all you have to become a bondage supervisor, I’m taking my exams for that next month.” She said proudly.

“What does that involve?”

“I’ve been sitting in on bondage tests for about three months now, and been on a few working trips to Kidnap Castles. You know, where other clients are held. Basically I would stay for a week and watch the Kidnappers, how they bind and gag the client and their captives. They would let me tie up a few of the girls a couple of times. There’s a lot to learn you know. First of all if any of the captives escape from your bondage you get severely reprimanded, so you have to tie them up really tightly. We have to learn to use rope, chains, handcuffs, silk scarves, and tights and stockings. Quite a few of our clients have nylon fetishes and want to be tied up and gagged with tights and stockings. I’m not allowed to tie up a client though, only certified Kidnappers can do that. During my last project visit I set a new Company record. I used 43 pairs of tights to tie up and gag one of the captives! Poor girl, I knew her from my captive days, Karen. She couldn’t move a muscle! Another thing we have to learn is how to gag properly. It is quite difficult to really gag someone, to stop them making anything other than a quiet mmmppphhh. The trick is to stuff their mouth with something, then keep the stuffing in place with tape or scarves or something. Look, I’ll show you”.



She opened a drawer and produced a few pairs of glossy tan tights. She rolled one pair into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, then tied another pair around her head and over her mouth, knotting them tightly behind her head. She took a third pair and pulled them over her head.



“Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh” she tried to speak. He could almost make out what she was trying to say, it sounded like “this isn’t a very good gag because I can still speak.” He nodded. She removed the nylon hood, untied the knots and removed the hose from her mouth. Taking a drink of water, she laughed,

“See, you could still understand me, couldn’t you? I’m not very good with gags. I used seven pairs of tan opaques to gag Karen and she could still make a noise. I practise on my flatmate, Sarah, think she’s getting fed up with me wanting to tie her up and gag her all the time though. Sorry, I’m talking too much aren’t I?” she giggled, putting the hosiery back into the drawer, “Are you nervous?”



“Very. Never been so nervous in all my life”

“Don’t worry, every client is like that. It’s a huge step, leaving behind family and work for a year. But every single client resigns with us for another kidnap, so we must be doing something right” she smiled.



The telephone rang.

“Good morning, CK Entertainment, how may I help you?” She listened for a few seconds.

“Of course Veronica, I’ll put you through to buying” She pressed a few buttons on the telephone and replaced the received.

“Chief Kidnapper at Worcester. Needs more elbow length leather gloves, apparently her client has developed quite a thing for them. Do you like gloves Robert?”

“Yes”

She smoothed the leather gloves on both hands as he replied.

“Most of our clients do. So do all of the girls, they make you feel very ladylike and sophisticated. They’re also great for attention seeking. It’s amazing the amount of heads that turn, male and female, when you ease on a tight pair of long leather gloves in a bar or restaurant. Company policy, all Kidnappers must be gloved at all times.”





The door opened. In walked a tall lady all in black leather. Knee high stiletto heeled boots, glossy black tights, black leather mini dress and tight above the elbow black leather gloves.

She had light brown shoulder length hair, dark eyes and pale skin.

“Hello Robert, my name is Isabella, I’m the Headquarters administrator.”

She smiled warmly and held her gloved hand out for him to kiss.

“I will show you around Headquarters, let you see what we do here. Then I’ll take you to the Client Liaison Officer, Charlotte, for your interrogation.”

“Interrogation?”

“Don’t worry, just a little in house joke. It’s just a form to be filled in, your likes and dislikes, that sort of thing. Right, let’s get on shall we? Sasha, a pair of cuffs please.”

Sasha reached into a drawer and produced a pair of handcuffs.

“Turn round please Robert, hands behind your back. All non employees have to be restrained beyond that door.”

He turned around and felt her smooth leather hands place the cuffs around his wrists and snap them closed.

“Ankle cuffs please Sasha”.

He watched silently as Isabella snapped the manacles around his ankles, the length of chain connecting them allowing no more than a half step.

“Sasha, pass me a leather gag please”.

Sasha reached into a different drawer and pulled out a black leather ballgag and handed it to Isabella.

“It’s not company policy to gag you at this point, but I’ll have to gag when we go downstairs.”

Sasha smiled as Isabella’s leather clad hands took his arm and led him towards the door. She opened it and they went through to a long corridor with several doors leading off it. Her stiletto heels clicked on the laminate floor and the white walls accentuated the black leather dress and gloves, the leather gag dangling from one hand. They walked slowly, the ankle cuffs shortening his steps.



“Ok Robert, we are now inside Headquarters. There are three floors. This floor is mainly offices and meeting rooms. Upstairs are the directors offices and the Boardroom. Downstairs we have the cells, interrogation rooms and stores. Here we have the Control Room. They stopped at the first door. It looked like a normal office with three ladies sitting at computers, white curtains pulled across the windows. They were dressed in business suits, high heels and glossy nylons. All three wore tight black leather unlined gloves, 8 inches long.





“This is Pamela, Fiona and Serena. They do all the administration for the Kidnap Castles. They pay all the bills, order the food, deal with property leases and cars. Ladies, this is Robert, our new client.”



The three girls turned around and greeted him. They were all very beautiful, early twenties.



“Next up is the buying department.” She took his arm and guided him out of the Control Room, along the corridor and into the next office.



Again it was a normal office with computers, desks and chairs.

“No one here. Oh well, they must be in a meeting. The buying department is Anastacia and Christina. You’ll meet them later. They buy all the clothing for the clients, Kidnappers, Captives and Employees. Also they deal with furniture and dungeon equipment, racks and the like. They continued along the corridor, Isabella’s leather gloved hand clutching his arm. As they approached the next room, the door opened and out stepped a blonde lady dressed similarly to Isabella : knee high black leather boots, glossy black nylons, black leather dress and long black leather gloves.





“Hi Isabella” said the stranger.

“Hello Christina. Robert, this is Christina, one of our buyers.”



Christina held out her tight sheathed black leather hand, which he kissed softly.

“Pleased to meet you Robert. I’ll sit down with you later, we’ll discuss your requirements.”

“Who have you got in there?” asked Isabella.

“A sales rep from Aristoc. I’m doing a deal for their new sheer gloss range. Had to gag her while I go to the loo. Must dash” she smiled as walked past them. Isabella allowed Robert a glance inside the meeting room as they continued. The room contained a desk with two chairs. On one of the chairs was a young dark haired lady in a skirt and blouse, shiny flesh coloured tights and high heels, tightly bound with white rope at the ankles and knees, her arms bound behind her. Several strips of white tape covered her mouth. She looked at him pleadingly, then saw he too was restrained, both of them captives of these leather clad ladies.





“Further along here we have the Logistics director, Kerry. She handles transporting all the Kidnappers and captives around the country. She also looks after the franchises and any trips our clients want to make. Do you want to visit a franchise?”

“I would love to go to Japan”

“We have a franchise based in Tokyo. I’ve never been but the other girls tell me it’s a great experience. Ms Ngaya runs the Tokyo office. She worked here for a while, lovely woman. Kerry’s not in at the moment, out arranging a trip with Abduction Airlines. One of our clients is visiting a project in the US, Atlanta I think. Next up is my office, then we have Charlotte’s office. And that’s the ground floor finished. Any questions?”

“No”

“No what?”

“No Isabella?”

“That’s better. Any more insolence and this gag will be in your mouth in a shot. Is that what you want, do you want me to gag you?” She held up the black leather gag menacingly. “I’ll have to gag you before you go downstairs anyway, the cells are sound proofed but we keep noise to a minimum just in case, don’t want the prisoners to know what’s happening, do we?” she smiled.



“We’ll see upstairs later. Not much to see up there anyway, just offices. Down here is where we keep all the fun”.

She guided him towards a set of double doors, which they entered then began to go down a flight of stairs slowly, the cuffs biting into his flesh.

“Down here are the cells, interrogation rooms and stores. The cells are where we keep anyone we require to be out of the way for a while, like your secretary. They’re quite comfortable with chairs and beds. At the moment I think we’ve got five prisoners.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a set of double doors with a coded lock.

“Have to gag you now Robert, sorry. Open up”

As he opened his mouth she pushed the black leather gag in firmly, then turned him around and buckled the strap behind his head tightly. He was now handcuffed and gagged and at the mercy of a beautiful leather clad lady. His erection twitched. She covered his eyes with a leather gloved hand as she punched in the security code, then guided him firmly through the doors.

As Isabella said, this is when the fun really started….

Part 4 – The Basement

She guided him through the doors with her leather gloved hand over his eyes, her other hand clutching the chain between his handcuffs. Their steps were short, his ankle cuffs allowing only half steps. The tight leather ball gag allowed no sound to leave his lips. The doors swished behind him and clicked.

“Remember, this is a restricted area. That gag should keep you quiet, but be careful not to bump into a door or Victoria, the Chief Bondage Director, will have you whipped and put in an isolation cell, ok?” Isabella whispered into his ear. He nodded. Her soft leather hand caressed his face as she removed it from over his eyes.

He had only been blinded for maybe two minutes but the strong fluorescent light burned his eyes for a few seconds as they adjusted. The corridor was similar to upstairs, long, narrow with many doors leading off it. The main difference was a thick carpet under their feet, for noise absorption he wondered, the walls brilliant white. She guided him forwards, one hand still securing his handcuffs, until they reached the first door. The door was plain, painted white, with a glazed panel at eye level, a large lock and a piece of white card secured on plastic runners. The card read:



Geraldine Tarrant

Age 23

Language : English

No medical requirements

No special dietary needs

Release date : Saturday 14th October

Sister of target 3677

He looked through the glazed panel. The room was square, maybe 10 feet by 10 feet. The walls were painted white, the floor black carpet. A single bulb hung from the centre of the white ceiling illuminating the windowless cell. The girl, Geraldine, was tied to a chair in front of a tv. She was wearing black high heeled ankle strap shoes, glossy black tights, a tight black knee length skirt, black satin blouse and tight black leather gloves. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. The ropes looked tight and uncompromising, around her feet and heels, ankles, below the knee, above the knee, wrists, elbows, around her body : all were attached to the sturdy chair. He thought what a caring touch to give her a padded seat. A leather collar was around her neck. Her gag was a wide strip of black bondage tape, wound around her head several times, covering the lower part of her face from under her nose to below her chin. She didn’t try to move as he watched, all the while her eyes on the screen, “Pearl Harbour” was on, Ben Affleck no doubt lightening her predicament. Beside her was a wrought iron bed with black satin sheets. Attached to the four corner posts were lengths of chain and leather cuffs, a wide black leather belt lay on top of the sheets in the middle, chains attached to ‘D’ rings on the belt disappeared under the bed. A chain attached to the top of the bed lay waiting to be clipped to her collar. Various lengths of white rope also lay on the bed, a few pairs of tights and stockings. A simple white dresser unit sat next to the bed with four drawers, all with white sticky labels on them with writing in black marker pen : ROPE, HAND/ANKLE CUFFS, TAPE, HOSIERY. On top of the dresser lay a small box of ear plugs, a jug of water with a glass and what looked like a baby monitor. This is where Geraldine would spend the next couple of days, securely bound and gagged at all times, strapped to a bed at night, no doubt blindfolded and with ear plugs inserted, tied to a chair during the day to watch movies. She had no idea where she was or why or who had abducted and incarcerated her in this cell. Strangely, he felt excited.

Isabella pulled him away from the door.

“The glazed panels are one way glass, on the inside they are always black,” she spoke softly. “Our captives are bound and gagged 24/7, but we do feed them well, allow them to watch films or listen to music. They have fresh clothes every day, a shower in the morning and at night. And we are not animals Robert, we know they must be scared. We talk to them and assure them they are safe. When they see we are women too they relax a little. Some even like our clothing and ask to try on some of our fetish wear. And as you know, some of our prisoners sign up to work with us after their release. As soon as they arrive, we tell them the time and date of their release and the large cheque they will receive if they behave. We allow them to walk around our small basement garden where they can get fresh air and see the sun. It is very private, no one can see into it, only this building. Let’s keep moving. Is the gag ok?”

He nodded as she took his elbows and walked slowly forward. He looked down at her tightly sheathed leather hand around his arm, her tight black leather dress around her small waist, the mid thigh length skirt, shiny, sheer black legs and tight black leather knee high boots with a 6” stiletto heel. He walked slowly forward, chained and gagged by this beautiful, professional Kidnapper. It was like a dream. The card on the next door read :



Yvette Grinaud

Age 27

Language : French

No medical requirements

vegetarian

Release date : Sunday 15th October

Girlfriend of target 3540



The room was identical to the last, except something was happening in here. The prisoner, a long haired brunette, was standing in the middle of the room. She was wearing knee length tan leather high heeled boots, shiny tan tights, a brown suede mini-skirt, tan lycra polo neck top with long sleeves and 6-8 inch brown leather gloves. Ankle cuffs were attached to her legs, her wrists cuffed behind her, a black leather gag around her head, black leather blindfold tightly buckled behind her head, her soft hair caught beneath the harsh leather of her gag and blindfold. As she stood like a statue, a tall, slim black haired woman was preparing ropes, attaching them to the chair in the middle of the room.

She was all in black pvc : high heeled shoes, sheer black silk seamed hose, knee length skirt, bolero style jacket, short leather gloves. She produced more ropes from the drawer and laid them on the bed, then some tights and tape. She then gently guided the prisoner to sit on the chair, her suede mini skirt riding up to reveal stocking tops and white suspender straps. Her ankle and wrist cuffs were attached to the chair with more handcuffs, then the Kidnapper began to bind her ankles together and to the chair. Next was her feet and heels, then her knees. It was completed quickly and systematically, every knot as tight as it could be, every length of rope biting into her flesh. Satisfied her legs were bound securely, she released the ankle cuffs. The same happened with her wrists, elbows, body and waist, all bound tightly to the chair. Again when this was complete the wrist cuffs were removed and placed in the appropriate drawer. The prisoner did not attempt to resist, it was useless. The blindfold was unbuckled and removed, followed by the gag, which had a large ball gag attached to it, filling the prisoners’ mouth. The Kidnapper began to speak to her prisoner as she poured some water into a glass and held it to her lips, at which she smiled and replied. She drank most of the glass, then the two had a short conversation for two or three minutes. The Kidnapper then took a hairbrush from the dresser and began to lovingly brush the French girls’ long brunette hair back into place after the rigours of the gag and blindfold, all the while with a black leather gloved hand over her mouth. She put the brush down then picked up a pair of black opaque tights, rolled them into a ball and held them in front of Yvette’s mouth : she opened without hesitation and they were gently pushed in. Then some strips of black duct tape were placed over her mouth and lower face, followed by several layers of black elastic bandage, carefully wound around the now restored hair. The Kidnapper spoke, to which the bound girl nodded, then the Kidnapper went over to the tv, pushed a few buttons until the screen flickered into life, then walked towards the door.

Isabella pulled away from the door quickly as the lock turned and the door opened. The Kidnapper pulled the door behind her and locked it with a key hanging from a wide pvc belt around her waist. She looked through the glazed panel and smiled. She then turned to Isabella,

“She’s such a sweet girl. Did you see her hair? Fantastique! I hate to gag her like that, straps and bandages around her head, but rules are rules. Who’s this?” she asked as she looked Robert up and down. She was early twenties, over 6 feet high in her heels, very attractive with deep blue eyes and black hair in a shoulder length bob with fringe. The accent was a mix of English and French. The pvc skirt and jacket danced in the strong light of the corridor.

“Chantalle, this is Robert, our new client. I’m giving him a tour of HQ”
”Very pleased to meet you Robert”, Chantalle giggled sexily,”usually our clients kiss our gloved hands when we are introduced but with that big leather gag in your mouth I see this is not possible”,

She touched the strap of his gag with her leather gloved hand.

“And I suppose we cannot shake hands because this cruel Kidnapper Isabella has cuffed them behind you? Correct?”

He nodded.

“I would have cuffed and gagged you even tighter” she laughed, “did you watch as I bound Yvette?”

Again he nodded.

“Do you think you could escape from my bondage or cry for help through my gag?”

He shook his head.

“Good boy. Hopefully one day I will get the chance to tie you up. Do you like my stockings, they are new, from Paris, Yves St Laurent”.

She twirled around as he gazed at her long legs encased in the smooth nearly black silk, with fully fashioned heels and seams.

He nodded enthusiastically. Both Kidnappers laughed quietly.

“We have just returned from Yvette’s exercise hour, now she will watch ‘Gone With The Wind’ then it will be nap time. Next I must release Geraldine and let her have some air. I will see you soon Robert, bye Isabella”.

She turned and walked towards the first room, opened it and entered.

The other four rooms on the left hand side of the corridor were all identical : in total, five of the six cells contained young ladies dressed in heels, glossy hose, skirts, tops and gloves, all tightly bound and gagged with ropes, chains, cuffs, hosiery and tape. In one cell two kidnappers were talking to a prisoner with only her hands cuffed in front of her. One of the Kidnappers was reading a document from a clipboard, the other held a pen in her navy leather gloved hand. Isabella explained this was her release form, which included a confidentiality clause. If she agreed to the contents, she would be given a cheque for £10,000. Blindfolded and still cuffed, she would be taken to the underground car park, put in a car and taken to her home and released. She would never know where HQ was.

At the end of the corridor was a large metal clad door with a combination of locks and bolts. Isabella undid a prison style viewing panel and looked out, then closed it.

“This is the exercise yard, there’s no one using it just now”

She undid the bolts and opened the locks, then pulled the heavy door open as sunlight streamed in. She helped him down a step, the ankle cuffs now beginning to hurt a little. She closed the door behind them, the locks clicking into place. They found themselves in a small basement garden, maybe 25 feet by 25 feet. The ground was paved with slabs, small plants here and there. The walls were red brick, maybe 50 feet to the top. He could see no windows overlooking the area. The bright sky gave no indication of the time, around 12.30 he guessed. In London at this time of year it started to get dark around 3pm. Above he could hear pigeons and starlings.

“This is completely private. The top is our roof, and as this building stands alone, no one has access except employees. We allow the prisoners maybe an hour a couple of times a day here. They can either walk in a circle to keep their legs working or sit on the bench.”

She gestured to two wooden benches back to back in the middle of the area. They both sat down on the one facing them. Isabella bent down and produced a chain from below the bench and attached it with a clip to his ankle cuffs, and did the same with a chain from behind attached to his wrist cuffs.

“There are also a couple of chains we can attach to your collar and belt if you were wearing one” she smiled. She crossed her long smooth legs, one leather knee length boot resting on his leg. One shoulder length gloved hand rested on his thigh.

“I can’t ungag you yet Robert, sorry, but are you having fun?”

He nodded and looked deep into her eyes, they were kind and loving.

“You liked Chantalle didn’t you, her long legs? And when her gloved hand touched your face you almost jumped. I giggled at that”.

He laughed too behind the gag, a kind of gurgling sound coming from his mouth.

“Ok, we must go, a few things to see before lunch.”

She unclipped the chains from the bench and helped him to his feet, then helped him towards the metal door. She turned the keys, the locks clicked and they were inside, the door locked behind them. They shuffled towards the first door on the other side of the corridor. The door had no glazed panel or identification card.

“This is a store” she whispered. She unlocked the door, switched on the light and helped him in, then closed the door.

“Even though all our prisoners are blindfolded in the corridor, we keep all doors closed, to prevent any draughts help them get an idea of the size of the place. This is the glove store.”

He looked around in amazement. The smell of leather overwhelmed him. He could see where last year’s £77,000 glove budget went. The store was not large, maybe fifteen feet by fifteen feet, but every wall was racked out from floor to ceiling.

“To your left is the leather section, that is by far the most popular with our clients. The first rack is black wrist length in different sizes, the second is black 6-8 inch, then black 12-16 inch, and finally shoulder length, like mine. We have up to ten pairs in every size in every length in black, more in the smaller sizes. Next we have red leather, then navy leather, tan, brown, white and a few less popular ones like pink and grey. Next section is satin, again in different colour sections and different lengths, then nylon, then rubber, spandex and silk. Of course, this is just stock, every Kidnap Castle is fully stocked with hundreds of pairs of gloves. All our leather gloves are made of the softest English leather, unlined obviously. My favourite are these shoulder length ones I’m wearing, but when I’m in town I’ll wear maybe a pair of 8 or 12 inch black leather gloves. I’m amazed more ladies don’t wear them, don’t they know the effect it has on a lot of men?”

She smoothed the leather over her hands and tightened them, pulling the leather down and pressing in between her fingers. His erection grew.

“Ok Robert, next is the hosiery store. Would you like to see that?”

She laughed as he nodded very quickly.

“I didn’t need to ask, after seeing your reaction to Chantalle’s legs! Did you see Sasha’s legs, they’re incredible. She used to be an ice skater”.

They left the glove store and walked slowly to the hosiery store. Once in and the door closed, he looked around. It was the same size and layout as the glove store.

“Very similar Robert. On this side we have tights, this side stockings. Some clients prefer tights, others stockings and hold ups. I think it depends on the length of skirt, it’s not very classy to have your suspenders on parade, but some clients like it. We start with opaque tights in black then other colours, then sheer and shiny in black to tan. All our hosiery is glossy, clients always prefer that to matt. As you can see we wear all the major brands : Wolford, Falke, Pretty Polly, Dim, Aristoc, Charnos. My favourite is Wolford. Their Neon Glanz is to die for. I have a friend who refuses to wear anything else, she wears them in all different colours, really shiny. Men love them. Ok, just about lunchtime. Next door is a general store for bondage equipment and shoes, boots and clothes, then it’s Chantalle and Kiras’ office. They’re the cell guards. Nothing too interesting though. Would you like to go upstairs now and get that nasty gag off? she smiled.

He nodded.

Chapter 5 – The Questionnaire

Isabella covered his eyes with a gloved hand as she entered the code into the electronic door lock then guided him through the double doors. As the doors clicked behind them she uncovered his eyes, smiled and helped him up the stairs slowly. He was used to the ankle cuffs now and found a short staccato walking style was reasonably comfortable. Her leather gloved hands and arms were supporting him below his elbows. They were around half way up the flight of stairs when he heard the double doors on the landing above open. He looked up to see a tall, slim lady with shoulder length brown hair coming down the stairs towards him. She was late twenties, blue eyes, tanned skin, beautiful smile. She had the longest legs he had ever seen, encased in glossy sheer black tights. In stiletto T strap black patent heels, black leather mini skirt, tight red halter neck top and smooth elbow length black leather gloves, she glided towards him and Isabella.

“This must be Robert” she purred in a foreign accent, stopping on the step above him, “Christina told me he was being given a tour.”

She was strikingly attractive, East European looking with high cheek bones, piercing blue eyes, dark red lips and tanned skin. She caressed his cheek with her soft gloved hand, smiling.

“This is Anastacia, one of our buyers” announced Isabella.

He mmmmfffffed a hello through the gag.

Anastacia smiled, “you may kiss my hand the next time we meet Robert. In the Czech Republic, it is rude not to. Has he behaved himself Isabella?”

“Perfectly, very obedient. I think he will be a good client. I think he has a crush on Chantalle” giggled Isabella.

“Ah, Chantalle, must be her Gallic charms”

“No, I think it was her legs” laughed Isabella.

Anastacia’s leather gloved hand moved to the top of his head and gently pushed it downwards.

“Do you like my legs Robert?” she whispered in his ear.

He could feel himself blushing as his eyes moved from the hem of her tight leather mini skirt down her smooth, shiny, firm thighs, the light reflecting off the glossy nylon, down her calves to her 5 inch heeled shoes. She rubbed one leg against his, the nylon rasping against his trousers. His erection twitched again.

“Anastacia asked you a question, Robert” barked Isabella, one hand pulling the chain between his handcuffs taut. He nodded and tried to answer, no audible noise came out through the gag.

“Good boy” whispered Anastacia, her hand moving down his face, the soft leather gently resting on his cheek. She moved her head around to kiss him softly on the other cheek. Her hair felt like silk as it cascaded around him, her perfume all consuming. Her body touched his.

She pulled away slowly, her hand still rested on his cheek.

“I must go, I have a sales girl coming in from a glove company and Sasha has ran out of handcuffs. I will see you at your meeting Robert” she said as she continued by them down the stairs.

“You liked her too” whispered Isabella into his ear. He looked around at her and nodded. Isabella laughed, put her tightly gloved arms around him and helped as they climbed the steps. They went through the double doors at the top of the stairs and entered the first corridor he had seen on the ground floor.

“I’m taking you to Charlotte’s office, the Client Liaison officer. It’s just along here.”

They continued along the corridor past the controllers’ office. He heard one of the young ladies ordering a black Transit van with blacked out windows. His mind raced as he could imagine being bundled into the back with Chantalle and Anastacia as his guards, binding him, gagging him, caressing and stroking him, giggling as they watched him struggle, his eyes transfixed by their long legs encased in glossy nylon and hands in tight, smooth, cool black leather.

Isabella knocked on a door, which was quickly opened by a blonde haired lady. She smiled as she stood back, allowing Isabella to guide him in.

“Hi Charlotte, this is Robert, safe and sound”.

“Hello Robert, do come in. We’ll get that gag off you in a jiffy.”

Charlotte was around twenty two-twenty three, maybe 5’10’’ in her heels, blonde, dark eyed with a huge smile. She was all in black leather : high heeled boots, tight fitting catsuit with long sleeves and high neck, tight gloves that disappeared under the sleeves of her catsuit. Both leather clad women helped him ease into a large black leather high backed chair. Isabella unlocked his handcuffs as Charlotte did the same with his ankle cuffs. Isabella rubbed the cuff marks around his wrists, the soft black leather easing the discomfort as if by magic. Charlotte rubbed his tender ankles, looking up at him with that engaging smile.

“Sorry we had to manacle you Robert, company rules. We will have to strap you into the chair as well I’m afraid. Should be a little more comfortable though.”

Isabella moved behind him and brought a wide black leather strap around his waist, tightened it, buckled it then snapped a small padlock closed. Charlotte did the same with black leather straps around his ankles, attached to the legs of the chair. Isabella brought another strap around his chest, below his arms, buckled and padlocked it tight.

“Are you right or left handed?” asked Charlotte.

Robert tried to reply, only a mmmmmppphhh came out. Charlotte laughed.

“I’m sorry, move your head in the direction you mean.”

He motioned his head to his right.

“Thank you” Charlotte smiled.

She stood up and produced a strap from below his left arm and proceeded to buckle and padlock his left wrist to the chair tightly.

“No need to restrain your right arm, we need that to fill in our questionnaire. Might be a trifle difficult if we strapped it to the chair, don’t you think?”

He nodded.

“Remove his gag please Isabella”

Isabella fumbled with the strap behind his head, after a few seconds the strap loosened and she helped remove the ball gag from his mouth.

“That’s better isn’t it. Here, have some water”

Charlotte held a glass of water to his lips and allowed him to drink slowly. She was very pretty, a little more homely than the others, but still very attractive. Her eyes were almost black, contrasting with her highlighted blonde hair. She wore the same perfume as Anastacia. She had a beautiful figure, slim, but athletic. The tight leather catsuit accentuated her breasts and waist.

“Enough?”

He nodded. She removed the glass from his lips and put it on her desk. She sat on the desk opposite him, only a couple of feet away. The leather creaked as she moved. Isabella then moved beside Charlotte, holding the cuffs and gag in her leather sheathed hands.

“I’ll leave you two to it. I’m going out for a sandwich, can I get either of you anything?” asked Isabella.

“No thanks Issy, I’ve got a pasta thingy I’ll pop in the microwave later. Robert, can we get you anything for lunch?” asked Charlotte.

His voice croaked a little at first, “No, no thank you.”

“I’ll be back in half an hour, pop into Harrods too for some odds and ends. See if they have those stockings Chantalle was wearing, eh Robert?” she grinned.

He blushed as Isabella left the office, closing the door behind her.

“Chantalle again. Every client who meets her seems to fall for her. Ok, let’s get to work. I am the Client Liaison Officer for Class Kidnaps. Basically it means I find out what you like and dislike, what you want and don’t want for your Kidnapping. We’ll have a chat, I’ll take some notes then I’ll ask you to fill in a questionnaire. Quite straightforward. We’ll use this information to streamline your choice of Kidnappers and Captives. For instance, if you prefer rope bondage, we have certain Kidnappers who specialise in it, so we’ll check if they’re available for your Kidnapping. Same with blondes, leggy girls, buxom girls, you get the idea. I’ll also give you an outline of what to expect during your period of captivity with us. We can arrange for you to take up a hobby like gardening or learn a new language. I then pass all of this on to the buyers, Kidnap Directors, Bondage Director and Logistics Director before your contract negotiation meeting. At that point it will be discussed and agreed. Ok?”

“Very ok” he replied.

“Good” she said, moving around her desk to sit in her leather swivel chair, her leather gloved hands on the desk in front of her.

“I realise the last couple of days must have been a bit of a whirlwind. Usually a client will be on our books for a couple of months before we have a suitable vacancy. This one has rather rushed up on us. Are you quite sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life”

“I’ve had a chat with Rachel. It must have been very hard for you after the car accident.”

“It was. Thank you for your concern.”

“We may be professional Kidnappers, but we do try to build a relationship with our clients. Just because we keep you tied up and gagged most of the day, doesn’t mean we don’t care”, Charlotte smiled, “Hostage takers with a heart, you might say.”

He laughed out loud.

“Now, down to business. Can you tell me your bondage history? I’m not really interested in childhood or teenage stuff. I’m sure you started off like most of us, cowboys and Indians, then progressed to light bondage games with your girlfriend in your teens. What I need to know is have you experienced prolonged bondage, maybe over several hours?”

“Mmmm, yes, on a few occasions. I have visited several Dominas in London. Mistress Elegant liked me to stay for four hour sessions, sometimes overnight.”

Charlotte wrote some notes as he spoke.

“Good, and you were bound and gagged overnight?”

“Yes”

“How did Harriet, I mean Mistress Elegant, imprison you?”

“I was dressed in a black lycra catsuit, then chained spread-eagled to a bed in her dungeon. She would gag me, blindfold me and hood me.”

“Excellent. We like our clients to experience prolonged bondage before their captivity. It can be a little overwhelming for inexperienced clients. Do you like pain? Whippings, spankings, that kind of thing?”

“Not really. Light stuff is ok, but I’m not really into heavy punishment.”

“Ok. One thing we insist on is a punishment deterrent. It is at the discretion of your Chief Kidnapper. Basically if you misbehave or resist the Chief Kidnapper has the power to sentence you to a whipping or a spell in the isolation cell. Would you be ok with this?”

“I think so, as long as it wouldn’t stop me from sitting down for a week! What do you mean resist?”

“We have found with some clients that after a few weeks of captivity they get a little boisterous and attempt to resist their Kidnappers attempts to dress, bind or gag them. It sounds fabulous for those of a submissive nature : to be kept captive by attractive ladies dressed in skin tight black leather, bound and gagged, kept on a leash, used as a sex toy. But after a while some clients get bolshy. They forget they have signed a legally binding contract empowering us to keep them as our prisoner for the specified period. We usually find a couple of days in the isolation cell solves the problem. Do you understand the magnitude of what you are doing Robert?” her voice was stern and dominant.

“Yes Charlotte. I do. This is want I want, what I need. I have been dreaming of this for a long time. Now it’s here I’m not throwing it away.”

She looked at him for a couple of seconds, her eyes searching deep into his, the tightly leather clad fingers of both hands drumming on her teak desk.

“I know it is, I needed you to admit it to me. Now you have. We know about your visits to Mistresses and Dominas, Rachel even managed to track down one of your ex-girlfriends, Miranda I think.”

Her gloved hands flicked through the pages contained within a brown folder in front of her.

“Yes, here we are. Miranda Thompson, 23 years old, Oxford graduate, working in the City. She told us about your fetishes, you naughty boy.” She looked up from the page, smiling.

“Mmm, she says you always liked her to wear leather gloves, shiny hosiery, high heels. Cross dressing eh? You asked her to force you into stockings and a satin slip, bind you, gag you and fuck you? And you bought her a large fetish wardrobe, leather skirts and dresses, pvc, satin, long leather gloves, stiletto heeled knee high boots.” Her finger moved along the page as she read. He could feel himself blush deeply.

“Don’t be silly Robert, no need to be embarrassed. Every employee of Class Kidnaps is as kinky, if not more so, than you. It’s why we’re all here after all. As much as you enjoy being bound and gagged, your Kidnappers enjoy doing it just as much. The Captives, although they earn an excellent salary, are all submissives who enjoy being bound and gagged like you.”

“It’s just a little strange, that’s all”, he said, “After hiding this part of my life for so long it’s difficult to open up to all of this. Miranda was the only girlfriend who really understood what I was all about. I asked another girlfriend to pounce on me, bind me and gag me with her leather gloved hands. I never heard from her again.”

“We understand Robert. Every client who has been strapped into that chair has told me the same thing. We will bind you and handgag you with tight, fine leather gloves for hours on end, dress you in satin, dominate you, make you wear the sheerest, glossiest hosiery, massage you with leather gloves, force you to kiss our leather knee high boots. Anything you want, we will do.”

She rose from her chair and moved around her desk to stand directly in front of him. She lowered her head slowly, put one leather gloved hand under his chin and gently raised his head to hers, then kissed him softly on the lips.

“Better?” she asked.

“Yes”

“We must move on. Would you like to start your questionnaire?

“Yes please”

She reached behind her, picked up a questionnaire from her desk and held it in front of him.

“Class Kidnaps Client Profile, 50 questions, multiple choice answers. It’s not an exam Robert, we just want to know what rocks your boat. We’ll chat as we go through it. I’ll turn the pages for you as you’re a little tied up at the moment. Are the straps ok?”

“Fine thanks.”

She smiled and returned to her seat, her leather catsuit creaking, pushed the profile in front of him and opened the first page.

“Have a quick read while I get a pen” she said, opening a drawer and putting a gold engraved pen beside his right hand on the desk.

“You may proceed Robert. Any questions, just ask. After you’ve finished each category I’ll have a look.”



CLASS KIDNAPS LTD CLIENT PROFILE

PLEASE WRITE ONLY ONE ANSWER PER QUESTION

1. Fetish 2. Very interested 3. Interested 4. Ok 5. Hate


FEMALE DOMINATION

Female Domination - 1
Fem Dom bondage - 1
Fem Dom body worship - 2
Fem Dom Boot/Shoe worship - 2
Fem Dom Glove worship - 1



He looked up.

“Fairly consistent start, you may continue” she smiled, clasping her tightly gloved hands on the desk.



BONDAGE
Rope - 1
Hand/Wrist cuffs/chains - 2
Leather cuffs/straps - 2
Pantyhose/tights/stockings - 1
Mummification - 2



“Interesting. Rope and hosiery eh? You might be in luck Robert. One of the Kidnappers on your selection list is a pantyhose bondage expert. She uses nothing but tights and stockings to bind and gag her victims very, very tightly. Always with a nylon hood of course. Although Sasha, the receptionist, did set a new Company record when she used 43 pairs of tights to bind a Captive. Impressive. I watched it on the webcam. Next section please.”



GAGS
Leather gags - 2
Tape gags - 1
Cloth gags - 2
Ball gags - 5
Hand gags - 1



Charlotte scanned his answers.

“You don’t like ballgags? Shame Isabella didn’t know that before she strapped one tightly into your mouth” she giggled, “she would have enjoyed it even more! Continue please.”



CLOTHES
Leather - 1
Rubber - 3
PVC - 2
Satin - 1
Silk - 2


FOOTWEAR
Stiletto Heels - 1
Shoes - 1
Knee high boots - 1
Thigh high boots - 2
Ballet boots - 5



“Mmm, interesting. No rubber or ballet boots? We have some lovely rubber catsuits and dresses you would love on the girls? Shall I put down on my notes you would like some rubber clothing?”

“Ok. But no ballet boots”

“Agreed. It’s very difficult to walk in them”



WHAT KIND OF MAN ARE YOU?
Breasts - 3
Legs - 1
Bottom - 2
Hands - 1
Feet - 2



“Didn’t need to answer that section did you? I think we all know about your fetish for hosiery and gloves. Please continue Robert.”



TYPE OF LADY
Mediterranean - 1
Asian - 2
Scandinavian - 3
Oriental - 2
Coloured - 2



“Mediterranean? You should be spoiled for choice. And you’re not keen on blondes? I think you should have a couple, either Kidnappers or Captives? The hosiery bondage expert is blonde?”

“Sure, that will be fine.”

“And if you go on a franchise visit we can offer some others, like Latinos. I know your answers to the next section, but please complete it for the others. Continue.”



TORTURE
Whipped - 4
Breathplay - 3
Electric stimulation - 4
Strap ons - 5
Dungeon (rack/cross/wheel etc) - 3



“We’ve discussed the necessity of whippings. The breathplay could be in association with your handgag sessions. The girls can also offer strangulation, bagging, that sort of thing. Electric stimulation, I’ll mark it down as light. Once you get used to it, your Kidnappers can increase the intensity, it can be very sexually arousing. This is the sort of thing you can discuss with your Chief Kidnapper at your daily meeting. No strap ons, and general dungeon torture. Good. The next section is roleplay, just to find out if there are any particular scenarios you may wish to enact. A favourite among clients is the school roleplay : it can be adjusted to your particular requirements, but generally the Kidnappers dress as sexy teachers and the Captives are dressed as naughty schoolgirls, including you if you like!”

“You’ll have to shave my legs first” laughed Robert.

“We will, don’t worry, we will. Whichever scenarios you want, we will prepare special rooms to accommodate them. Schoolrooms, office environment, whatever. Please continue Robert. If you don’t like any of the four listed, simply tick the last choice and it can be discussed at your meeting.”



ROLEPLAY
School - 2
Office - 3
Medical - 4
Military - 2
AN Other - 1



“And last but not least, sex. Your Kidnappers and Captives work six days then have one day off. Obviously this will be staggered so not all your Kidnappers and Captives are off on the same day, otherwise you’d be bound and gagged for 24 hours with no food or water. Six days is a long time for some of our girls not to be sexually active. Of course, some are lesbian, some are bisexual, but most are straight. We try to work it if there is a lesbian Kidnapper, there is also a lesbian Captive on the team. This keeps the bisexual ladies happy too. This leaves a problem for the straight girls. For six days they will not leave the compound of your Kidnap Castle. They are allowed to consume alcohol, watch the home cinema, listen to any music, generally entertain themselves in all the normal ways, except you are the only man they see for six days. Some of the girls, Kidnappers and Captives, are literally gagging for it every day. It may be every man’s dream to have sex with up to twenty attractive ladies every day for 12 months, but we find by the second day the dream has died. Therefore we operate a rota system with the client and his team involving full sex, oral and masturbation. Hopefully we satisfy everyone, some more than others.” She winked at him.

“It is at your discretion to be sexually involved with your team or not. However, 12 months is a long time….



SEX
Penetrative sex - 1
Oral – receive - 1
Oral – give - 1
Masturbation – receive - 1
Masturbation – give - 1



Charlotte smiled as she scanned the answers.

“Excellent Robert. Next up is your Kidnapper and Captive pre-selection. Victoria, the Chief Bondage Director, will assist you with this. Basically you’ll sit in her office and go through a list of possible Kidnappers and Captives for your team, with photographs, brief history and specialist skills. There is a maximum of ten of each allowed. Your budget will decide how many are in your team, but at this point it’s best to choose the maximum allocation then it can be reduced after your contract meeting, when all the costs are known. Unfortunately Victoria is with some new recruits just now in the basement, I think you met one in reception, Italian girl?”

He nodded.

“She’ll be finished with them in a couple of hours. I think the best thing is if we make you nice and comfortable in the cells, you’ll probably have to share mind you then Victoria will come and get you when she’s ready. Ok?”

“Certainly. What about the rest of the day?” he asked.

“You’ll be with Victoria for maybe two hours, that will take us to around five or six, then you’ll be taken to one of our safe houses for the night. The cells are full and Hostage Hotel is in Devon, too long to drive for one night.” said Charlotte matter of factly.

“Safe house?”

“Yes, we have several in London. We rent them for employees who are not working at that time and for their days off. I think you’re going to Fulham tonight. There are four Kidnappers there and a few captives to keep you company.”

His mind raced at the thought of being transported to a strange house and being held captive by four young ladies, all professional Kidnappers.

“Well, that’s us finished. It’s been a pleasure Robert. I’ll phone Chantalle and Kira, the cell guards, and tell them you’re ready to go down”

Charlotte picked up the phone in her tightly black leather gloved hands and dialled three digits. His journey had begun………

Once again, examples of bondage & gloves.

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