Men, in general, only care about one thing, and that is turning women into their play toys. They mistakenly believe this is possible. In reality, women are the superior, and men are the inferior. There are few exceptions.
I had my eyes on you for a while. I would watch you play with your kids and hug your pretty little wife. You are the model man. You are exactly what I have been looking for. I chose you to be my experiment.
I know you won’t come on your own. I will have to take you by force and bend you to my will. Soon, you will be begging me to keep you, but for now, I need to get you in the trunk of my car.
I knocked you out and have you bound and gagged. We are on the way to my place.
“Who the fuck are you?” You screamed. We are in the basement. I took off the gag and allowed you to speak. “Why am I here?”
“Everything will be understood.” I wore a full black latex dominatrix suit.
“What did I do to you?”
“No more questions, cocksucker!” I cracked the whip
The look of sheer terror on your face made my pussy wet. I had hoped it would be like this, where I could take you and make you into my little slave bitch. It was going to take some practice.
“You have a beautiful wife!” I sneered.
“Don’t you lay a hand on her!”
“What are you going to do if I do? You are tied up in a basement. I could leave and carve up her face, and you would never know.”
You started sobbing again, begging me not to touch her. I could do whatever I wanted to you, but just don’t touch her. It made me so horny. The adrenaline rush of power surging through me was intoxicating. I laughed and smacked you in the face.
“I know this might be shocking, but I have something to tell you as your friend. I care about you and want you to know the truth.”
“We aren’t friends! You fucking stole me away from my family!”
“Your wife paid me to kidnap you.”
Your eyes were big, like in a cartoon when they saw the TNT getting ready to explode. “You are lying! That is not true!”
“I don’t care if you believe me. She said she was tired of you and found someone new. You are a boring fucker, and she is taking the kids.”
“Nooo! That is not true!”
I turned and walked back up the steps from the basement. I needed you to sit in on what I had revealed. It was a lie, of course, but it didn’t matter. I needed you to be disillusioned with the life you thought you knew to begin to break you down. You would be in fight mode for a while, but if I let your mind process the reality of your situation, your mind would fill in details to corroborate what I had told you. Everything was working to plan.
I fixed myself some lunch and got on my laptop to see if there was anything about a missing person on the news. We lived in a big enough city that it might get a small blurb, but no agency would put the resources in to find a middle-income nobody.
I took a nap. It would be a long night of physical torment for my new sub in training. I had a whole plan laid out. The basement was soundproof. He could scream as loud as he wanted, and no one would hear him. I couldn’t wait! The anticipation was killing me.
My alarm went off around 10 pm. You had been without food or water for the entire time. You were alone and cold. I kept the basement freezing temperature which also helped with the eventual submission. Your naked body must be shivering and exhausted, hanging from the leather ropes.
I put on my dominatrix outfit and headed downstairs. Sure enough, you barely raised your head in recognition of me when I stood in front of you with a bottle of water.
“Hello, how was your day?” This was all part of the psychological warfare I was waging on you.
You didn’t respond.
“Would you like a drink of water?”
You nodded your head.
I took a long drink. “What are you going to do for me?”
“What do you mean?” Your voice was weak. I recognized minimal fight left in you.
“This is a give-and-take kind of relationship. You give me something, and then I approve.”
“What do you want?”
I leaned in and got close to his face. “Everything is built on privilege. I am going to demand certain things. Sexual things from you, and the better you do them, the more I do for you.”
“Sexual things?”
“Yes, you have children. You know about sex.”
“Of course, but what do you want from me?”
“I want you to do everything I say without question.”
I kissed him on the lips. “Kiss me deeper!”
He did. I smiled and bit his lip hard. It might have bled a little. He screamed but was unable to do anything about it.
I smacked you across the face several times. I pushed the water bottle towards him, unscrewing the cap and tipping it over his lips. He drank in a few gulps. He looked relieved, and that aggravated me!
“Now it’s time for you to do something for me. I might feed you later, but only if you are a good boy.”
I put my strap-on, and even though he was exhausted, he started to protest, but I gave him a look of death, and he slumped down.
“This will only hurt the entire time. If you relax, it won’t hurt as bad. I ran out of lube, so we must take it raw.” That was a lie, of course. I had plenty of lube….