EDIT: Here’s where it gets a little heavier. Keep in my that this is all fantasy, written for anyone with a kink for “non consensual” storytelling. Enjoy! :)

From this point onwards, my days stopped being dull. It felt like I had found a new drive & something to look forward to. But to actually carry out a plan like this would prove to be quite difficult.

Did I actually know how to kidnap someone? All my knowledge of the topic had come from BDSM themed novels and books, which clearly couldnt be transferred 1:1 to reality…right?

I also developed doubts about actually wanting to commit this act. Was I really willing to destroy this young woman’s life, solely for my own sexual pleasure? Those brief moments of guilt went as fast as they came.

The only thing that could’ve potentially stopped me was my own incompetence when it came to the kidnapping aspect. I came to the conclusion that the only way of minimizing the risk would be to methodically plan my little “mission”.

1. The Pathway

My idea was to rent a big van and park it on the street in front of my house. I’d leave the sliding door wide open and wait for her to pass. I would then pull her into the van before closing the door. At this point, she would definitely be screaming at the top of her lungs, which is why soundproofing panels would be required. Within a few seconds, I would inject a special solution into her arm in order to render her unconcious. I initially planned on using chloroform, but a quick internet search had me realise just how unpracticle is was.

1. Bringing her in

As soon as she’d be asleep, I would place her body into a large package, which I would then unload and pull into my house, using a cart. To avoid suspicion, I would repeat this step with several different packages of all sizes. If any neighbor from across the street happened to see me, they’d assume I just got home from a big shopping spree.

1. Her New Home

In order to guarantee the long term success of my plan, I would need a place for my newest possession to live. Fortunately, I had a massive basement with two extra rooms, which I barely used. Both of them had a seperate door connecting them to the main basement room.

I would keep the main room as it was. It contained two washing machines, a wall with tools and a couple storage containers. I kept most of my old belongings in the attict, which gave my large basement sort of an “empty” look.

One of the extra rooms would be my slaves new home. I would essentially keep it as it was, while making it soundproof and adding a mattress. Strong centerpieces and hooks to attach heavy chains would also be important, I noted. Additionally, I needed a camera system in order to surveil the windowless room 24/7.

The other extra room, similar in size ( about 10x8 meters ) would be used for the second reason of my overall plan. But this had time.

I also needed a way to ensure my new houseguest wouldn’t mess with the soundproofing or camera setup anytime during her permanent stay.

I had taken a two week vacation from my job, in order to follow my future servant every single day, writing down all the information I could get on her.

Job, family, friends, allgeries, schedules…all this data was collected and written down on a whiteboard in my home office.

Her name was Emily Rogers. She was almost 20 years old and lived with her parents, about a half an hour drive away from my place, which initially made me question her reasoning for walking past my house almost every day.

This question was soon answered when I found out that Leah Kingston, her best friend, lived just a few blocks down the road from me.

My victim was visiting a highly prestigious college nearby, aiming for a career as a biologist. Seeing her talk to her friends on campus was somehow very intimate. I was the only person who knew that her career plans & social life were about to be abruptly stopped, forever.

I also found out that she worked as a waiter in a local restaurant twice a week. At first, I had been contemplating to pay a visit to the établissement & have her unknowingly “serve” me for a very first time by bringing me my food. I had decided against it though, as I didn’t want any unnecessary contact between the two of us until that fateful day.

And, much quicker than I expected, it was here. To anyone else, it would be a regular friday evening. To Emily and me, it was the first day of the rest of our lives.

I had parked the van on the planned spot the previous night already. After making sure nobody saw me, I stepped into the back, opened the sliding door and waited.

Leah was very inconsistent when it came to her time schedule, which was underlined by the various timestamps written on my whiteboard. It said:

Emily Passing Times:

6:32pm 7:58pm 6:55pm 8:21pm 8:44pm 6:21pm …

To ensure the highest chances of success, I made sure to be ready by 5:45pm, aware that this could be quite a long wait.

I used a small mirror in order to see her a fair bit in advance. Originally, I thought this would be the easy part of my “project”. As it turns out though, stairing at a tiny reflection of an empty pathway for several hours while the adrenaline pumps through your body can be extremely tiring.

If it got dark before her arrival, I would’ve postponed the operation to the next day, as the “bringing her inside in a package” part of my plan would be much more suspicious in the dark.

Just before sunset, my body was sending clear signals to my brain. Drinking four cups of coffee right before heading out to the car came with the inevitable pricetag of having to pee, eventually. I didnt particularly mind, as I would’ve given up for the day soon anyway.

Mildly disappointed, I took the syringe and got out of the vehicle. Just when I reached my house, I took one last look back, ensuring that everything was ready for the next day.

That’s when I suddenly saw Emily approach from the distance. To my surprise, she walked on the other side of the street, as if she knew what was going to happen.

That’s when a bit of panic took over in my mind. Was I going to try and improvise or play it safe and wait for a better opportunity?

Time was running out, when she got closer and closer in her short skirt and light, white blouse ( an outfit that was more than justified, considering the high temperatures of that day ).

I had made up my mind. I couldn’t wait another day. It had to happen now.

From the outside, I opened the door to my house and stood in the frame as I shouted: “Excuse me, sorry to bother you”.

Emily turned her head towards me while removing one of her airpods. Once again, I was immediately hit by the beauty of the only woman who could render me speechless.

“Can I help you?”, she asked in a friendly, innocent way.

“Could you help me fix this door for a second?”

Emily took a brief look towards the path she was headed at, slightly unsure about the situation. When her head turned back to me though, there was comfort in her eyes.

“I’m not really the craftsman type, but I can try”, she said in a laughing matter.

I replied: “Oh don’t worry! You’d just have to hold it for a second”, with a bright smile on my face.

Clearly, my positive aura and big, modern house had wrongfully put her at ease, as she crossed the empty street and headed towards me.

As she reached the totally “broken” door, we shook hands and introduced each other. She didn’t know at this point, but it would turn out to be the biggest mistake of her life.

“It’d be great if you could just hold it like this for a second”, I said as I demonstrated the task at hand. “But I think It’d work better from the other side.”

Without thinking too much, Emily took a step inside of my house, her new forever home.

As she took hold of the door as instructed, I was standing on the other side, pretending to fix some screws, while bringing out the syringe with the infamous “goodnight” solution inside of it.

The positioning of her arm couldnt have been better, as I pressed the syringe into the upper portion and emptied the fluid inside of her body.

Clearly shocked, Emily let out a loud grunt as I violently kicked the door shut and threw her to the ground.

Umable to waste a single second, I jumped on top of her and closed off her mouth with my hand.

Emily struggled way more than I had anticipated and was able to land quite a few punches and kicks all over my body. I had all of my focus and concentration on keeping her quiet though, as I knew that I would only have to endure this position for about 15-30 seconds until she’d pass out.

In the end, it took almost a full minute for her eyes to finally close. “A slightly wrong mixture of the ingredients maybe?”, I asked myself.

Relieved, I let go of her mouth and rolled off her. Physically bruised, I stood up and took a look at the sleeping beauty on my floor.

Endless possibilities. Endless time.

to be continued.