It had been months since that fateful day, when I had been swept off the street as I walked home from work. A bag tossed over my head, knocked unconscious, only to wake up in a dark, cold cell. I could barely remember it at this point, the horrid memories of fear and longing for freedom at this point replaced by a love and dependence on you, my captor.

Only now, I didn't see you as such. You were my lover, my god, my other half. I didn't think so at first, and it took a lot of convincing. A lot of blackmail, and cooersion, corruption, mind breaking and pain. Now I see things correctly.

All those things you did to me were out of love! The body mods, the pills, the new clothes, the drug fuelled lobotomy. All to truly, finally make me happy and who is as menat to be. Yours.

Hm? Alex? I don't know anyone by that name. I'm Pet now! Always have been, always will be, thanks to my true love.

Hey there DPP! Looking to play out a scene similar in theme to the prompt I just posted above.

I, male, 24, will be kidnapped or blackmailed by you, eventually whisked away, and thought whatever means you choose, shown the true meaning of my life. As Stockholm syndrome takes root, I fall deeply, madly, hopelessly in love with you, hanging on your every word and command.

As I said this could be through any means, it'll be up to you, or us to decide!

Kinks: Kidnapping, love, stockhold syndrome, bad ends, conditioning, petplay, feminization, chastity, forced dressing, foot play, musk, bondage, abuse, name calling, fear, watersports, size differences, nipple play, pegging, armpits

Limits: Scat, or smegma

Feel free to message me at anytime!