So people, you know how I love a good kidnap. How I love to tie n drug my victims. I love the element of surprise, the look on their faces when they realise what’s happening to them.
There’s so many different ways to lure victims through false pretences into my car but my latest idea has to be one of my best!!! A new business venture: “Your private chauffeur.” A service to pick you up from the airport when you come to the UK for meetings in the Manchester and Leeds areas. I pick you up with a smile and glint in my eye straight from the doors of arrivals. I’ll park up and greet you with a firm handshake from my leather gloved hand.
This morning’s pick up was a perfect plan put together.
The call came through on my mobile, I answered. “Hello” he said “is this the airport chauffeur service?”
Oh the smile on my face was wide. I stopped in my tracks closed my eyes and whispered to myself, “Another one.” The glee I felt!!!
“It is” I replied, “How can I help you? “
He went on to tell me he is flying to the UK for meetings and he would like to book my services… Perfect!
I took the dates, times and places he needs to be, sorted paid for booked!!
I’m looking forward to this.
The date has come I tell my sadistic friend the plan and that she is to come with me on this venture. I’ll need her help for my plan.
I pack my bag full goodies: rope, leather gloves, cable ties and that silver canister of pure heaven… chloroform!!!! Something to relax him and stop him from struggling. My dream in liquid form!!!
My friend who knows how I crave to kidnap these men, drug them and take them back to my apartment for my own amusement, jumps into the back of my car holding my bag.
We drive to the airport. Nothing much said, she knows my heart is racing with excitement and leaves me in silence to relish in it.
I park the car, get out and walk over to the entrance.
I look for the man he described himself as. I see him we lock eyes, he knows who I am. As I smile at him he smiles back and there it is, the firm handshake, the start of things to come…
“Hi” I say with a wide smile, “I’m Jay I will be your chauffeur for the day.” he looks pleased.
We walk back to the car together. It’s small talk at this point: “How was your flight? How’s the weather in Ireland?” The usual bullshit I’m not interested in but shit, I’m good at looking like I am.
I open his door for him to get inside, he climbs in I slam the door shut. Annoyed at the thought that I just did that for this man, ANY man, riles me but then the thought of things to come calms me down.
My friend is still in the back, he doesn’t see her, my back windows are dark and she is bent down quietly; no sound. She knows what she has to do to help me.
I drive out from the airport carrying on with that draining small talk.
We’re out away from the cameras that watch everything in the airport, free to start the process.
My friend sits up and looks at me through the rear view mirror. I give her a nod.
She leaps forward wrapping the rope twice around his body tying him to the back of his car seat.
This happens in a flash, she has done this many times before for me!
“What’s this?” He’s confused, shocked, he hasn’t a clue what’s happening.
“What are you doing, what’s going on?”
I put my leather glove fingertip to my mouth, pull it off with my teeth, lean over and pack my glove into his wining mouth. As I do this my friend quickly tapes his mouth with duct tape from behind. He’s now gagged and tied before he could get out his pathetic words of “Please tell me what’s happening.”
I look back in my mirror again I see the sun reflecting on the silver can of the chloroform. Her next move is to drug him for me, stop him from struggling.
He has no choice but to breath it in. She holds it in place as he drops lifeless out of her grip. He’s gone. He’s drugged. He’s now mine!!!
I see him coming round through the corner of my eye and I tell my friend to repeat the dosage to knock him out again.
This continues until we reach my apartment.
I park up before we get there. I slap his face to bring him round. He looks at me dazed. I explain to him that I’m keeping him for as long as I wish, that we are near our destination and that when we get there he will be untied and he is to follow me in without a sound. He nods but I have to backup this agreement. I pull down my top, reach for his left hand and place it on my breast with his wedding ring on show. I tell my friend to take a photo of this. I remind him I have his details including home address and his wife would not be best pleased with this picture if sent it to her. Nor would she believe a far-fetched story of him being kidnapped and drugged so he best do as I say!
We untie him. He knows he has to comply. Just as he is told he follows me into the apartment. At this point my friend walks away we look at each other I wink as a thank you. She nods her head with a grin. She knows her friend is about to have time of her life and this pleases her.
It’s just me n him now.
He follows me through the door, confused but still complying. He follows me into my play room, I turn to face him. I tell him there is no escape and he should just enjoy the ride!
“Stop” I command, “take of all of your clothes.”
He strips. He’s way too alert for me now. I point to a bed in the room “lie down.”
I strap him to the bed. I take the chloroform from the bag my friend gave me, shake some of the liquid onto a white handkerchief and place it over his face to drug him again. I see his eyes getting heavy he’s gone again.
I leave him tied and drugged in the room while I go into my bedroom to change into lingerie with stockings and thigh length boots. I pick up my silver can of heaven, re-enter the room where my toy is laid on the bed and I close the door behind me.
That’s all I’ll be telling about my time with this victim. Once I’m changed and I close that door behind me it’s our little secret between me and him. I will do whatever I desire at the time. But one thing is for sure he will be drugged and at my mercy throughout!
I play all week 10am till 10pm and most weekends.
Yorkshire Mistress Jay
07879 087397
Or email mistress.jay@gmx.co.uk