Abducted by Arrangement
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.
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