When I was much younger, barely past 18, I acquired one of my first real doms. He was married to a submissive woman who loved very kink activities. They'd do rigging demonstrations at some of the open bondage gatherings, and were active in seeking partners for various types of play.
It was through this dom I experienced my first armbinder (equipment most people don't invest the money in) and real strappado. In later life I sought him out to perform a crucifixion on me. I didn't have many others that I trusted, and while he was out of state by then I was willing to travel to see him.
One of the things he introduced me to that I've had a lot of fun with since, was kidnap scenes. Role-play, essentially, where I would be kidnapped, taken to a location and used / abused. The first time we did this it was for a Saturday afternoon. I loved it. I sank into subspace so deeply he and his wife had to care for me an hour after the scene was over.
Because it went well, we eventually decided to try a weekend-long scene. I'd be abducted sometime Friday afternoon. We arranged a bar pickup, where I would dress as slutty as I could and attract as many men as I could, though I would reject them all until my dom came in. Then I would tease and flirt with him and eventually agree to head back to his place, except things would not go as planned (for me).
My dom was also one that hated teases. I found out later he thought I was a tease, probably because I have an unconscious tendency to flirt with others, both men and women.
Recently I agreed to write up some of my experiences in the weekend kidnap scenes for a friend of mine, a guy who also hated teasers and told me I was a tease.
When he heard I had been kidnaped and punished for an entire weekend for being a tease, he wanted to do it himself. I told him no, but I did write up a modified version of my experiences for him. I took some of the episodes, activities, feelings, events from the several kidnap scenes we had done, embellished them and glued them together, and created the story.
This story is published on Unnaturally Bound, here:
Don't think much happened exactly the way I describe it. I absolutely do not remember the exact dialogue from 20 years ago, and it leaves out long periods sleeping in a locked closet in the dark and eating at the dinner table with my captor, and other boring things. It's been written based on my experiences, but I would say it was only about 60-70% accurate. But the core of it is based on my true experiences.
