Abducted by Arrangement
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 :
 | Do these Ladies excite you? |
| Do attractive young ladies in leather, rubber and pvc entrance you? |
| Are you interested in female domination, bondage and fetishism? |
| Do you have a kidnap fantasy, to be held captive by attractive, intelligent, fetish orientated ladies in a country mansion? Every whim catered for? |
| Does the idea of being held hostage by up to ten beautiful gloved, hosed and heeled ladies for at least 12 months interest you? |
| 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. |
| 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.
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