She wanted to look into the back of the car, but resisted the temptation and smiling to herself she walked off toward the town centre. It was nearly two hours before she returned and opened the rear door of the 4x4 placing carefully the huge designer bags she was carrying in the back. Closing the door she climbed into the drivers seat and sighed as the hubbub and noise of outside disappeared completely and was replaced with a peaceful silence. “Did you wonder where I had gone my sweet?”

Her question was answered by a rustling under a blanket in the foot well between the back and front seats, “don’t worry my dear it will not be long now, I just needed to pick up some little bits and pieces to help with my experiment.” The rustling increased, “Oh did I not mention my experiment? Oh never mind you’ll love it I’m sure.”

With that she turned the key and the huge engine burst into life, next she pushed the gear lever into drive and with a quick check of her mirrors pulled out into the traffic. The journey was going to be a fast one as she was determined to get back to her base this evening and complete the task in hand. Once on the Motorway she stayed in the outside lane cruising in this machine at 100mph. She knew from experience any faster and the jam cameras will spot you and they send out a traffic cop. She watched her mirror all the time and a couple of times she slowed as she saw the tell tale blue lights in the distance.

Finally after 3 hours solid of hard driving, weary she pulled up the gravel drive of the house. She enjoyed the sound as the big tyres crunched on the gravel as she turned and parked. It was dark by now and her headlights reflected back off the large garage doors. The twin security light came on and lit everything up as she opened the car rear door and pulled the rug and its contents on the driveway, as it bounced she heard a muffled groan.

She gave the rug a swift kick with her boot, “OK we’re here you can get up now.”

With that the rug started to rise and as it fell back it revealed a grey looking man of about 50 or 60, blinking in the light spilling from the security light. He had been dressed in a suit, but all that was left was the trousers and shirt which was half out and in and a tie undone around his neck. He looked around, the wisps of hair on his head dishevelled by the blanket, his eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the light.
Caroline nudged him in the back sending his stumbling forward and crashing back into the gravel. “Oh dear you are unsteady on your feet.” Her voice sounding almost sympathetic, “having your legs cramped up in the back for so many hours makes things difficult. I do understand. I suppose it would help if I unshackled your legs.” She took a key from her pocket and undid the padlocks at his ankles allowing the chains to fall away.

Then he received a swift slap with her leather gloved hand, “But don’t take the piss now get up and move!”

He yelped at the slap and scrambled to his feet, taking a micro second to steady himself he moved forward toward the door of the house. As they walked he could hear Caroline humming, but had no idea what was going to happen to him, or what she had lined up.

Oh yes he knew why he was here. He had answered an advert in the fetish magazine offering fantasy abductions and it was something he had always fantasised about so he had applied for details and cost. The next thing he knew was receiving a phone call telling him to be at a car park in a well known wood near his home. A Range Rover roared into the car park a beautiful lady got out asked his name and when he replied he was greeted with a cloth soaked in something very smelly placed over his nose. Probably chloroform, but as he had never smelt it he couldn’t possibly know. The next thing he knew was waking his body chained and bound up under a blanket in the rear foot well of a car. That much he could work out.

Other than that it was all a mystery, he had expected to be charged a fee and then told what would happen, this was way beyond his comfort zone.

With another stiff nudge he fell through the front door just managing to keep on his feet. “Straight on!” Her voice was a contradiction, she barked orders, yet her tone was soft and caring, you did as you were told because the instruction was clear and precise, but also because you felt you wanted to please the instructor.

Ahead was a large wooden door and Caroline passed him and opened the door as he kept moving he found himself entering a large room. It took a second or two to work out what was what, but what he was seeing didn’t please him. No that wasn’t wholly true what he saw had excited him in the past when seen on websites, but here with him wasn’t so good.

On one wall was a large cross in the shape of an X. On another wall was bench that was obviously designed for flogging, and next to that a small cage, and on the other wall a bench at 45 degrees from the wall to floor. He had seen video’s and pictures of men receiving punishment in such places with such implements and yes it had excited him, but this was him and not too sure if he wanted to be a victim. Not him!

As he contemplated the room even more closely and started to notice the canes, whips, paddles etc. around the walls he sensed that smell again as he felt a cloth on his face and everything went black.

Caroline called out and very soon her slave arrived. He was skinny and dirty and about 40 he also smelled a little. “Strip him and put him in the bench, I’m going to get changed and for gods sake when you’re done with him go and have a shower.” She wrinkled up her nose, “You must stop living with the dogs you filthy little pervert.”

He scurried around, “Yes mistress, will mistress…”

Before he finished speaking she had gone.

When the abductee awoke he blinked and shook his head. His hands had been bound to the top of the 45 degree bench and his ankles bound to the bottom. He was naked and hi back to the bench so he faced out into the room, he felt cold. He looked around, but could see no one, he started to shake uncontrollably which was probably fear, but he didn’t know never having been terrified before. No it’s probably the cold.

The door opened and he turned to see Caroline enter the room. He gasped a little as he saw how wonderful she looked. Those old 1950’s films with Carry Grant and Audrey Hepburn instantly came to mind. That’s exactly who Caroline reminded him of Audrey Hepburn, smart close fitting suit, beautifully tailored, topped off with long black tight leather gloves. He was instantly at odds with himself again. On the one hand he felt she could do anything painful to him if it meant she would then stroke and caress him afterward. He felt as though anything would be worth suffering for her personal attention. God his feelings were confused.

What made Caroline even more special was her total understanding of what he was going through and ensuring she received as much of his turmoil and torment as she could.

She smiled and stood next to him close enough so he could smell her perfume. She moved a little closer and he instinctively moved away although of course he was shackled to the bench. This made her smile even wider and she reached out and gently held his balls in her gloved hand. He had imagined in the past what it would feel like to be held there with leather gloves and it was never as good as this felt in reality. Next with her other hand she took hold of his cock and slowly pulled back in his foreskin to reveal his purple knob. With her leather covered hands she began to manipulate and work his now growing cock and balls. He gasped as he felt her little finger slip gently into his arse the leather working against his ring.

Next without warning her head dropped down and his cock disappeared into her wet mouth, her tongue working and playing as her lips sealed and she began to suck. One gloved hand gripping his balls as the other gripped the base of his cock, her mouth doing all the work her eyes never leaving his, until finally she pulled away and so carefully worked his cock so his cum spurted out into the palm of her open glove, she kept milking until every last drop of his cum was sitting in the palm of her hand.

She stood up straight and pulling up her skirt stood astride his body so his now limp cock was between her thighs just below her panties. She squatted down and rubbed her panty crotch against his limp wet cock.

Looking straight in his eyes she took the palm of her glove and whilst rubbing her panties against his cock licked the cum from the glove until it was clean. She held it in front of his face to show him before stepping off of him, straightening her clothes and leaving the room. What next he thought?