“Well, Darla, that’s a wrap. I just want to proof the manuscript one more time at home. I have some appointments so I want you to lock up the office and bring the laptop home with you. And Darla, please be careful. That’s the only copy there is. There are people who would love to get their hands on it so no cloud backup. You might want to change back into your male clothes. If someone saw you dressed the way you are now the fact that you’re a man in those clothes might not make any difference. I’m off. See you at home.”
I smiled at Mistress and agreed. I admired her sexy silhouette, her seamed stockings and heels as she sashayed out the door. I sat back to enjoy one more Winston before I changed clothes and went home. I thought back to how we got here and how incredibly lucky I was. Mistress had been a pro-Domme for years. I started out as a client, became a friend and finally a lover. Mistress transitioned to writing and after several successful erotic fiction books, she gave in to her agent’s pleas to write a personal memoir of her days as a Dominatrix. A hefty guarantee helped persuade her to go ahead with the proviso that she would protect the anonymity of her clients. Now it was finished. One more look at home and off to her publisher.
I loved being her kinky secretary, answering emails and phone calls while she wrote. My athletic six foot three inch frame was currently tightly corseted over a black pvc pencil skirt and a hot pink blouse. Fake nipples were visible over my DD breast forms. My legs were covered with fishnet hose held up by a garter belt. My feet were in a set of fuck me 4 inch stilettos. I had a long blond wig, dangling earrings in my pierced ears, dramatic smoky eyes and deep red glossy lipstick. Long red nails were glued on. I would have to get out the acetone to remove them. With my necklace and bracelets coordinating, I was quite a sight. I took a last satisfying drag and stubbed out my cigarette.
I got up to start transitioning back to my male persona when there was a knock on the door and a frantic sounding female voice saying there was a wreck and please open the door. I was naturally reluctant but felt I had to try and help. I cracked the door to ask what I could do and was immediately pushed back. I stumbled and fell. 4 inch stilettos aren’t the best for balance. I looked up to see 2 women charge through the door holding small silver guns, telling me not to move. I immediately noticed their faces. They were wearing lifelike latex masks and gloves. I knew right away I was in trouble.
“Well, well, what do we have here? We were looking for your Mistress. You see, we need to see that manuscript. Let’s just say an important client is very interested in what she might have to say. Where is she? Or better yet, what’s the password for the manuscript. That’s all we really want.”
I quickly told them she had left and I really didn’t know where she was. Mistress was fanatic about security and had just changed the password. She would always tell me but had left in a hurry without confiding. The lead woman grabbed my phone from the desk, scrolled through my contacts and called Mistress. I could tell there was no answer and explained she was always letting her phone’s battery run down and I was sure that was what had happened.
“In that case, tough luck for you. We’ll take you and the laptop with us till we can get in touch. I’m sure she’ll give up the password when she knows her kinky secretary is a hostage.”
She reached into her large shoulder bag and pulled out a red ballgag.
“I’m sure you know how these work. Buckle it tight.”
I did as she asked. She tossed me a set of handcuffs and told me to put them on. I clicked the cuff closed on one wrist and started to close the other cuff when she laughed out loud.
“No, no sweetheart. Behind you, as if you didn’t know.”
I reached behind and attached the other cuff. She checked and made sure they were snug then pulled out a blindfold and the lights went out.
“Now, our vehicle is just out the back door. Behave yourself. We have no interest in hurting you.”
She took my arm and led me out the door. I heard a car door open and I was bent forward and helped onto the car seat on my stomach. I felt another cuff attached to one ankle and my legs were pulled up. The chain of the ankle cuffs was threaded through the handcuffs and attached to my other ankle, hogcuffing me. I was told to be still and we started to move. I tried to pay attention to the turns we made but was soon completely disoriented. After a time, we stopped and the ankle cuffs were removed. I was helped to my feet and walked with a hand on each arm to a door that opened as we approached. I was hustled in and led to a chair. My blindfold and gag were removed.
“Don’t bother screaming, no one can hear you but it would piss me off and the gag goes back in tighter. Understand? Now here’s what’s going to happen. No one is going to hurt you. We just need to see the manuscript. Those cuffs can be a little rough. If you promise to behave, I’ll switch to rope since you’re going to be here a while.”
I nodded that I would cooperate. What choice did I have. She dug rope out of a bag and started at my ankles, wrapping several times then cinching it tight. She moved to my thighs and did the same. She fashioned a chest harness, pinning my arms to my side. By that time I couldn’t have done anything if I had the inclination. She obviously knew what she was doing and escape was obviously going to be impossible. She removed the cuffs, wrapped and cinched my wrists then sat back.
“Now then, I’m going to put the gag back in so we can take a picture and text it to your mistress. She’ll see it sooner or later when her phone charges.”
She buckled the ballgag in and used my phone to take a picture. I saw her captioning it, then texting it to MIstress.
“Beautiful shot. So cute and so helpless looking. You should frame it. Now we sit back and wait for her to call. I’ll take the gag out if you’ll stay quiet. I’ll bet you could use one of your Winstons about now, right?”
I flexed my jaw as the gag came out. She reached into my purse and put one between my lips and one in her latex covered mouth. She lit both and watched as I inhaled deeply on the dangled cigarette and exhaled around it. We both finished our smokes and she leaned back in her chair.
“Comfortable honey? I hope it won’t be too long before that phone is charged but you never know. By the way, what’s your girl name?”
I answered that it was Darla.
“Let me guess, after Darla Crane, right? I love her work too and I’ll bet you have a long red wig to play in sometimes, don’t you? Just because I’m a criminal doesn’t mean I can’t be kinky too. Since we may be here a while, you can call me Jane. My two friends can be Joyce and Lynne. Now we wait.”
I tried to engage her in conversation but had said all she was going to for now. She let me have sips of water and another Winston. Finally the phone rang and Jane explained what she wanted. She assured Mistress that I was ok and would not be hurt. I would be released when they had what they needed. Jane wrote down the password then held the phone to my ear.
Mistress was frantic but I told her I was ok, just tied up. I joked that it wasn’t anything she hadn’t done to me many times. She wasn’t reassured but there wasn’t anything she could do. Jane ended the call and gave the laptop and password to Joyce and Lynne.
“They will look through it as quickly as they can. We just need to make sure our client is not mentioned. Otherwise, publish away. We don’t care.”
I told her that I understood and wouldn’t try anything, as if I could. She let me have more water and lit Winstons for both of us.
“I just thought of something to pass the time, Darla. I’ll bet you’ve been on your knees between Mistress’s legs, haven’t you? Isn’t that cute, you’re blushing. So I’m right. Like I said, criminals can be kinky too. Let’s just see what you’ve got.”
She pulled me to my feet and had me hop into a bedroom. She helped my to my knees, then stepped out of her skirt and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed my head down to her already wet pussy.
“You know what to do cookie. Don’t come up for air till I say so.”
I went to work licking, sucking and fucking her with my tongue until I heard Jane’s breathing get more ragged. She fell back onto the bed as she moaned with pleasure and climaxed.
“I just knew you would be good at that. If things were different, we could really have ourselves quite a time.”
She helped me to my feet then sat me on the bed next to her. She lit each of us a Winston and I had to admit that as kidnappings go it could be a whole lot worse. Just then, Joyce came in, took one look and burst out laughing.
“Jane, you are such an inveterate slut. Much as I’d like to try her out too, we’ve got what we needed. Time for us to pack up and get out of here.”
Jane stretched langorously, took a last drag and told Joyce to get things ready to go. She turned to me.
“We’re going to get out of here. As soon as we’re away, I’ll call your Mistress and tell her where she can find her bound secretary. I know you’ve been tied up for a while now. Since you were such a good pussy eater, I’m going to untie you for a little while. You can go to the bathroom and stretch. I assume you won’t try anything. You’re almost home free.”
I quickly agreed. Jane untied me after calling Lynne in. She held her pistol loosely as a reminder to behave. I went into the bathroom and tended to long overdue calls of nature. I looked in the mirror at my smeared lipstick. I was a mess after my attentions to Jane’s pussy. I straightened my skirt and blouse and walked back out. Jane led me to the chair and had me sit down with my arms over the low back. I meekly put my hands together palm to palm and she expertly wrapped and cinched them then attached them to the chair. She retied my ankles and thighs, attaching my ankles the the bottom chair rung. She then turned her attention to my chest. She pinned my arms to my side, cinching them tightly using the chair. I was going nowhere.
“I don’t think anyone could possibly hear you but just in case, open wide.”
She buckled the ballgag in place.
“I suppose you’re wondering how we’ll keep Mistress from involving the police. Here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to get you fixed up and take some embarrassing pictures. If your Mistress doesn’t come alone, those pictures will find their way onto a very public website beside one of Mistress’ book jacket photos. And we do have cameras here that we will be looking at.”
With that she took my lipstick from my purse and repainted my lips around the gag. She pulled my skirt up and panties down then reached into her bag for some thin cord. She wound it tightly around the base of my cock then twisted it and used it to separate my balls. Despite my best efforts I quickly became erect. Jane laughed and started snapping pictures with her phone.
“Pretty as a picture, Darla. Just relax, she’ll be here soon. Just remember you weren’t hurt and the manuscript is intact. This place was rented remotely with fake names. You haven’ seen our vehicle and couldn’t possibly identify us. And of course, no fingerprints. We’ll tell your Mistress all that but be sure to remind her. It’s really been fun working with you Darla. Also, just remember how easy it was for us to get to you. In another life, maybe we’ll meet again under different circumstances. Bye bye now.”
With that she leaned down and brushed her latex covered lips to my cock. I gave an involuntary groan and watched the three of them walk out the door. I quickly tested my bonds but as expected, there would be no escape. I settled back to wait for Mistress to free me.
It seemed like forever but was only an hour or so. Luckily the ropes were soft cotton and not too uncomfortable. Finally Mistress burst through the door and rushed over to me. She unbuckled the gag and smothered me with kisses.
“I am so relieved you’re ok! Let’s get you untied and call the police.”
I quickly reminded her that I was ok, the manuscript was ok and of Jane’s threats to post the pictures of me crossdressed, bound and obviously erect. She stepped back and smiled.
“I suppose you’re right. All’s well that ends well. Since you’re ok it seems a shame to waste that beautiful hard cock.”
She pulled up her skirt and slowly lowered herself onto my bound cock. I felt a combination of relief, lust and love as she rode me to mutual thunderous orgasms.
A few months later we sat at home sipping a glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and enjoying the success of her book. The critics were unanimous.
“A fabulous look inside consensual bdsm. Better than fiction since it’s all true!”
Mistress was deluged with letters and emails from men begging her to dominate them. She replied that she was flattered but taken. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom to celebrate properly. Just then a text appeared on my phone. I opened it and saw one of the pictures Jane had taken before they left.
The caption read, “Congratulations on the book sweetie. I loved it. A little birdie told me a sequel is already in the works. If so, you’ll be seeing us again Darla. I’m actually looking forward to it. Your friend, Jane. P.S. We really did have cameras. You and Mistress put on quite a show!”
I couldn’t help but smile.