1/22/2024 6:28:09 AM: Actual Abduction With Mistress T  Mistress T and I had already met a few times but never yet for a proper session at her home and what She wished to do with her masochistic toy. She was fearful that I would know where she lived and if our relationship did not proceed, that I would always have that location knowledge. I suggested that we meet at a public location like a mall parking lot of her choosing, that I would submit to being blindfolded and cuffed (so that I could not remove my blindfold), and that She could take me to her home (or elsewhere), keeping me blindfolded until I was wellInside her home. She saw this as an interesting solution and a date was set.I was given a list of items to bring along (chains, gags, locks, blindfolds, anal hook, etc). I was also instructed in advance to already be wearing my locked wrist and ankle cuffs under my clothing and to park my car (backed in) at the Dollarama/No Frills parking lot at Brown’s Line and Lakeshore Blvd.I had been there but a few moments nervously waiting when I saw her back in next to my car. After proper salutation, including kissing her hand, she instructed me to hand over my car keys and put my goodies in the trunk of her car, save 4 locks, 2 small lengths of chain, the gag (with small lock), and the blindfold. I anxiously complied. She then instructed me to get fully unclothed in the back seat passenger side of her small SUV (not even socks or shoes permitted to be left on), and place all items into a garbage bag that she provided. This aspect of the prior discussed scenario was not mentioned and came as complete surprise. I was at least somewhat relieved that the windows of her small SUV were tinted, as I handed her the filled bag of clothing. She then took one piece of heavy chain (about 10” in length) and locked it between my ankle cuffs, and then took the slightly shorter chain and locked it between my wrist cuffs behind my back. “There now, lean back in the seat as I put your seatbelt on”, and try not to squirm”. She then affixed the gag tightly in my mouth, and secured the blindfold snuggly over my eyes. I suddenly became acutely aware of all previously unnoticed sounds (cars driving through parking lot, and people talking as they walked to their cars). I then heard the rustle of the plastic garage back being tossed and sound of the trunk of my car slam shut. The final and familiar chirp of my car being locked sealed my predicament. I was naked, bound, gagged, cuffed, with no idea of where I was going, and no non humiliating way of getting back to my car and my clothes. I quickly collected my memory of the movie “Taken” to consider counting between and remembering all left and right turns in their sequence. Despite hearing her roll down the front windows (risking the display of her abducted property), I immediately started counting… “Okay, left turn onto Lakeshore, one thousand and one, two, three, okay a right turn, then another right, then a left, another right, then another right…I was getting flustered trying to remember how many turns and even what direction I thought we were going in, when I heard her say…”you didn’t think that I was going to go directly to our final destination, did you? The trip back to your car, if and when, will also not be a direct route” I’ve seen spy and abduction movies too”. I suddenly lost my counts/sequences between lefts and rights and got that sinking feeling that I ought not have agreed to this, yet was strangely exhilarated by this predicament. A number of turns and comments from her about passing pedestrians standing at streetcar platforms and what they might say about what they possibly see in her back seat, was followed by a right turn, and a sudden left turn up over a bump and slight incline of a driveway or lot entrance. Could we be here already ? A few small turns verified that this was not a driveway, but some lot. Finally the car stopped and I could hear her driver’s front window roll down… “Welcome to Tim Horton’s, may I take your order”… “A medium coffee, 3 milk and two sweeteners…” When I heard “Please pull ahead to the payment window”, I tried to shrink myself into the seat upholstery, with no hope. She laughed and explained that she was thirsty and needed to fuel her bladder for what would later be my method of staying hydrated. As her car stopped by the payment window I tried to stay still lest the person handing over the coffee should hear a chain rattle or a gurgling breath slide around the perimeter of a red ball gag. There was a slight hesitation as the transaction took place, and I was never sure that the slight giggle I heard was a confirmation of having been discovered or just Mistress T enjoying the very humiliating moment coming to an end… A few more turns, and then a sudden stop, followed by the car backing up over a bump and up an incline with a slight turn all of about 50 -70 feet in total distance, and the car stopped and the engine turned ooff.“Sit still for a few moments, while I take your goodie bag inside, set things up, and guide you inside”. Those few moments seemed like 1/2 an hour, when I finally heard my door open up, and the waft of air whooshing through my genitals reminded me of my nudity. She undid my seatbelt, and instructed me to lift my chained feet out of the car as she pulled me by the arm, until I stood next to the open door facing towards the back of the car. A brief moment of comfort knowing that at least my backside was protected by the open car door was soon eradicated by the sound of nearby cars passing behind me. Moving me past the rear door, I could hear it close, and all degrees of humility filled me to the core as she slowly directed me to walk one step at a time, until reaching a doorway and I was instructed to step up slightly over a sill. The door closed, and I was momentarily relieved of any possible public display. She then removed the blindfold.I was standing in a rather large garage (oversized two car). Before me, were a couple of chains dangling motionless from the rafters, of which I had no doubt, I would soon enough be attached to. However, first protocol was to kiss Mistress’ ass. Removing my gag, and then my wrist chain, I was commanded to my knees while she pulled down her pants/undies and stood there as I eagerly kissed her ohh so soft and fragrant tushie (I still recall and fondly remember her floral scented body lotion and the flawless complexion of her soft skin). I took equal measure to please both cheeks, and periodically licked as well the top end of her butt crack without receiving any reprimand for my methodology.Once completed, I was made to stand bent forward, as Mistress, lubed up my anal hook and slowly shoved the big bulbous end into my asshole, and threw the rope at the other end over the rafters and snugged me up enough to keep me from wandering around the concrete garage floor. With a handy ladder she soon had my arms up in the air, and when I heard the snap of the locks, I knew that I was completely (and most happily) without any form of control over the next several hours of events. She then snugged up the anal hook rope so that I could feel it deep in my cavity hoisting me to my toes to maximize its intrusive, cold, and unforgiving invasion. The gag was reinstalled very tightly in order to minimize any grovelling, yelling, or whining.Numerous devices such as cock ring with screws, clamps, or clothes pegs were introduced onto my vulnerable genitals. Clothes pegs affixed to my nipples gouged in until they either slid off or were whipped off. Back whipping, cock and ball whipping were dispersed at will with a periodic break to sip on her Timmie’s coffee.As she had not been this active doling out punishments for awhile, she would occasionally leave the garage and go inside her house. At one point, having returned from the house, she inquired if I was in need of a rest. As I did not wish to disappoint, on this our first occasion, I shook my head back and forth in a “no” gesture. She smiled and I knew I immediately had replied to her trick question appropriately. She did however, removed the anal hook and gag, and held up an opened bottle of water to my mouth, and commanded that I consume for hydration. I immediately tasted that her nectar had anointed the water and I greedily ingested the water/pee cocktail to feel that I was now happily marked by her not only by whip marks (which would eventually fade), but also by the more profoundly permanent ingestion of her being.The afternoon seemed to go on for more hours that I was probably imagining, yet I didn’t want it to stop…She was enjoying the play back of some of the videos and photos she had taken (showing them to her friend via text messages), when she realized where the day had gone. A relative who lived with her would soon be home from work, and he sometimes used the garage to park some of his tools. After assisting in cleaning up, and using the empty Tim Horton’s cup to take a pee, Mistress once again prepared me for the ride back to the car, but this time without the gag (so as not to leave me with heavy gag marks on my face). As she guided me in chains back to the car, I couldn’t help but reflect on the day’s events and how happy I was that Mistress was able to enjoy her toy and maintain the anonymity of her location. She drove back seemingly quicker and with fewer turns and detours to Tim Horton’s than the drive in. She joked that she might just park a few spots away from my car and make me walk back to my car naked to fetch my bag of clothes, but once we arrived, she did get the bag from my car and allow me to get dressed in her vehicle, before we parted ways. It was the first of many many encounters and abductions from that same parking lot, but we would eventually sign a Mistress/slave contract and I would be privy to her actual location.

1/22/2024 5:24:59 AM: Where are all the Sadists in Toronto. Not particular to gender specifics or the total number of people involved. Not objectionable to scene or session being recorded even with face visible. Open to most considerations and even possible CNC. Don't be shy, let's hear from you...

10/19/2022 3:06:49 PM: weekend Visitors... Weekend Visitors    I have been an insolant slave to my Mistress, by not completing my chores, in a most perfect manner, prior to her guests (also mistresses) arrival for a weekend stay. She strips me of my only remaining vestige of dignity, my leather shorts. As I silently stand there naked, she shakles my ankles and cuffs my hands and locks me into the cold cellar, while she greets her guests. After some time she brings me out of the cellar. Prior to showing me to her guests she warns me that if I do not perform and amuse her guests to the upmost, I will pay dearly for having humiliated her. My mistress and her two guests put me to my paces by having me first lick their boots clean from their travels. My ass is then flogged for improperly using excessive saliva in order to clean their boots.  The guests are now getting restless, and are anxious to go outside and tour the property on this beautiful summer afternoon. I am quickly harnessed onto a large cart and am made to pull them around the 6 acres of field, and forests intersected with a small stream. After an hour I am beginning to get very tired. At one point, I lose my footing, and fall to one knee, causing the cart to lurch slightly backwards. The sharp sting of the whip across my bare ass gives me the clear message that this is not at all tolerable. I manage to to continue back to the shed, where I am promptly uncoupled from the cart. With only my collar in place, I have my hands cuffed behind my back,and I am cross tied to the hitching posts. I am then given a hosing down with cold water, to remove the sweat that I had built up. The guest mistresses, giggling while I fight against the tethers to ward off the effect that the cold water is having on the size of my manhood, seem to know something about what is next on the afternoon agenda.  After being released from the cross ties, and the handcuffs removed, my Mistress appears with 6 large strips of uncooked bacon on a platter. She orders me to stick  my penis through the middle of each strip and push them down to the base of my still shrivelled penis, such that that even the testicles can fit through the same opening of each strip. Embarrassingly I now have my stiffened cock pushed through these strips of bacon, with the ends of the strips either lodged in my thin patch of pubic hair, or below my balls touching my asshole. Is this their idea of fun ? I am now led out to the open area of the fenced yard, where I notice 4 rather large pegs stuck in the ground in a square pattern with about 12 feet separating each one. At this point, I am blindfolded and ballgagged by my Mistress as the guest mistresses proceeded to tightly secure ropes on my wrists and ankles. I am then forcibly pulled down to the ground, and placed on my back. I feel my limbs start to stretch, as each one is attached to the pegs. Then with zeal and accompanying giggles, each limb is refastened even tighter, to where I can no longer feel any slack. Additional ropes are then fastened to my thighs and upper arms and are pegged into the ground by my Mistress' delighted guests. I am now completely stretched and immobile. As the guests prod at my naked body, I hear the garden gate open and my Mistress commanding her 3 black Labrador Retrievers to enter the garden. I suddenly realize what the bacon had been for. I am immediately filled with a euphoric combination of extreme erotic anxiousness and a great deal of fear.  After commanding the dogs to first sit she is able to impress her guests with the control she not only has of me but of her valuable personal pets as well. I can feel the warm breath of the dogs around me, as well the occassional drop of their saliva, as they are inhaling the intoxicating smell of bacon. I know that with only one word from my Mistress, they will be after that which they are now increasingly craving. Despite my inability to move, I still feel myself tremble.  Then the word comes 'Okay'. Immediately I feel their teeth ripping at the loose ends of the bacon, trying to pull at the easiest parts. Their tongues accompanying each stroke to try to remove more of the bacon. Their lapping tongues soon give way to more forceful use of their teeth. A few times they even nick the skin of my hard cock, and dig into my scrotum. However, as dogs can sense, they never really harm me, but continue to lick and tug until all the bacon has been removed from around the stem of my cock and balls. The bravado in my Mistress voice as she cajoles with her guests indicates that she is pleased with all of her pets. She now commands the dogs to sit again. Is she not yet done with serving them dinner ? My ears listen intently for any clues to her next move. I hear the popping of a plastic lid from a jar or bottle. A few seconds later, I feel a cool sticky substance begin to fall onto my chest and neck. Immediately, I smell a distinctively familiar combination of aromas that made me think 'corn syrup'. My Mistress continues to pour, what seems like gallons of this sticky solution over my entire body. Again the command of 'okay' is given and the dogs proceed with their feast, as their long, warm and wet tongues feverishly licked every inch of my body. While the dogs go about their dessert offering, my Mistress invites her guests to join her indoors for dinner. As the women leave, the dogs continue for about another 1/2 hour or so before they have their fill of corn syrup. Eventually, m

4/14/2017 4:21:40 PM: Captured and Tastefully Displayed     I am wandering in a park setting near my apartment one early fall morning with nobody around and enjoying the sounds of nature (birds chirping and dried leaves blowing in the wind). Suddenly from all directions, three hooded individuals (I think 2 men and a woman) come rushing out at me wielding clubs and threatening to use them on me. While two of them hold me, one of them quickly cuffs my hands behind my back and then heavily gags my mouth (first with a ball gag then additionally with tensor band wrapped around the head in the mouth area). Still being held firmly by two of them, the other produces a large pair of scissors and begins to cut off my sweater, tee shirt, pants and underwear. They giggle as they regard my small penis (honest it shrinks when I am nervous) and double gold ring scrotum piercing. The same person then proceeds to remove my running shoes and socks. The giggles are now more profound as they observe my pink painted toenails (which I never planned to display in public). All of my belongings are collected in a green plastic bag and thrown in a park garbage container. A heavy chain is hooked to my scrotum ring as I am blindfolded as well as hooded. I am led away by the scrotum leash, about 500 steps where I am tossed in the back of a van.   We drive for what seems like 2 hours. All the while I am wondering 'Why is this happening and how can I get out of this predicament' ?. I have peed myself at least once during this time as I am scolded about it upon exiting the van. I am led by the scrotum leash about 30 steps across some grass and then another 15-20 steps across some cold concrete before I am ordered to stop. Here they remove my leash and blindfold, and put a metal collar around my neck with attached rings. I am cross tied with chains locked to either side of what looks like a stable. My hand cuffs are removed upon which I quickly try to cover my humility. Unfortunately each arm is rapidly stretched and tied outward to the stalls. Immediately I am hosed down with cold water, soaped up, scrubbed with a horse brush, completely shaved (everything except my head), and then rinsed. This incredibly cold and humiliating procedure takes about 20 minutes but feels like 2 hours.   The ropes around my wrists and metal collar are now removed, and I am led outside onto an open grassy area. A fourth individual has joined us from a house a few hundred feet to the left from where I am standing. It is a woman and she is carrying a silver platter with about 10-12 slices of raw bacon. I am ordered to push my penis through each of the slices one by one without breaking them (this is surprisingly fairly easy to do). I am told to ensure that all slices reach the base of my now slightly erect cock, to where the extra length of the slices hang loosely over my balls and freshly shaved pubic area. While I confusingly look down upon my pathetic pork wrapped and covered package, I am again blindfolded. Additionally, I am ball gagged, and with an extra long tensor band, my mouth and entire head are bound up. With a now muted hearing I am commanded to lie down on my back. Luckily the grass is still somewhat warm from the early afternoon sun. As I lie there, I feel the ground moving with the activity of my captors. At first I feel ropes being firmly tied to my wrists, ankles, and knees. I then hear the pounding of multiple things into the ground all around me. The pounding finally stops. In a concurrent manner, my wrists are savagely pulled by the ropes until they are almost uncomfortably taut. I try to pull them back, but they are already secured in place. Next, I similarly feel my ankles being pulled down and wide apart, where I not only feel completely and vulnerably stretched out, but also where my wrists and ankles have no spare slack for me to find any kind of relief. Finally, my knees are drawn apart making my body completely immobile. As if even possible, all ties are then individually retested and retied so that I cannot move. 'Well at least I can still move my head somewhat', or so I think. This last vestige of mobility is also very quickly dealt with when someone takes what feels like an extremely snug u-shaped metal bar and drives it into the ground over my neck until I feel its coldness against my throat. As it is very closely secured under my jaw, I am unable to turn my head, nor tilt it forward, and also very limited on the depth of my breathing.   Finally, the surrounding activity around my naked, spread eagle bound, and pork adorned body seems to subside. I can barely hear the muffled voices as they laugh loudly at my vulnerability and admire the hard work that they have put into their sadistically concocted display. The final sensation that I feel, is that of a sticky liquid being excessively poured all over my body from first my feet, to eventually my neck. By the time the liquid reaches my chest, I recognize, by aroma, that the substance is maple syrup. I start to feel the syrup running down the side of my body, legs, and arms while uncomfortably pooling under my backside, but I am unable to re-position myself. A captor comes down to my ear, and the female voice speaks loud enough for me to hear...   “Well since your interesting article that you posted on the local BDSM blog website sort of ended at this point, we're going to leave you here alone at least until morning. At that point we will see how much bacon and syrup are still left on your body, and then we will string you up and whip the remnants off of it. Either way I suggest you get as comfortable as you possibly can, because you now belong to us for our amusement. Sleep well, if you can...”