LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES

Abducted by Arrangement

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.”

He looked up.

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

“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.”

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.”

“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”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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….

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 began……….

To be continued............