Authors note: My favorite stories to read are Femdom capture stories. Stories of how the male slave was taken and forced to be a permanent sex slave.
Every chapter of this series will be a different story of how a male first became a slave to a dominant women.
This pure fiction story contains depictions of kidnapping, torture, body modification, and human slavery. Kidnapping and human slavery are illegal acts and this story does not condone this behavior. It is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. I wrote it for a specific audience. If female domination is not your thing, please check out some of my other works.
For this franchise, I spin off a character from the previous story, 'Lilly Takes a Husband' which has a good following.
All Fictional Charters are adults over 18 and any similarities to real people is totally by coincidence.
Dominatrix Courtney's Blog 2
Hello and welcome back for the second entry to my blog.
Today I am going to talk about a capture I did about four years ago.
About a year and a half before this abduction, I was contacted by two ladies who have gone into business together. They were body piercing and tattoo artists.
They wanted a slave that they could tattoo and pierce from head to toe and use him for shows, exhibits, and as a slave for everyday use to fill their sexual needs.
They basically wanted a hairless wimp, no taller that five foot, and around a hundred pounds.
I had a few clients that fit most of their criteria except the total lack of body hair part.
They wanted to do a minimum of hair removal maintenance and electrolysis because they wanted a natural "Canvas," soft and supple skin that would take ink well.
They had to have a captive because they didn't want him to have any say in how they used him.
In that time I had done four abductions, but none were suitable for them, so I sent those slaves for sale on the black market.
Finally one day I received contact on the internet from a man that wanted me to help him explore the female dominance experience.
His name was Carl who stood at five foot two, weighed one hundred twenty pounds, and he indicated that he was bald.
Upon my request, he sent me a series of nude pictures of his almost entirely hairless body. He looked like a good prospect.
He had no friends, family or close co-workers; the perfect guy that wouldn't be missed if he were to vanish.
I enticed him into coming in for sessions and the more brutal I was, the more he seemed to like it and always begged for more.
After just two sessions I knew he was ripe for the taking.
I sent videos of his two sessions to the artists and they definitely wanted him.
They lived two hundred miles away and they wanted their slave to have no doubt who owned them and that he was totally under their control.
This led to an unusual request.
They wanted an early morning abduction, and they wanted the room reserved for at least the following ten hours.
Before they took him home, they wanted to mark him and prove that he had no more rights to his body. He had become just a canvas for their art and a sex slave for them.
They wanted to start piercing and tattooing him immediately so he had time to heal and be ready for his first showing in just two months.
I checked my schedule and marked off a date so I wouldn't make any appointments. I called Carl the night before and told him he had to be at my studio by eight AM the next day. He protested saying that day wouldn't work for him.
"Bullshit," I said, and I told him that if he didn't show up he could no longer have any more sessions with me.
That did it, he reluctantly agreed to show up.
The poor thing, he actually thought that he was going home that day.
The buyers, Emma and Claire, wanted to arrive about an hour before and disinfect the room. Claire was a doctor and she wanted to prevent the chance of Carl's piercings and tattoo's getting infected.
On the day of the abduction, the two came in at the arraigned time. They both had butch haircuts and wore muscle shirts black leather vest. Their midriffs were exposed displaying their pierced navels.
Their bodies were heavily tattooed.
They told me they had a van and I instructed them to park by the back door.
They pulled around back , they had the van loaded with medical equipment.
They had IV stands, medical monitors, and various supplies. I knew if Carl saw the equipment he'd freak, so I had them stage everything in a room adjacent to my dungeon.
We then sat and waited to spring our trap.
Right on time he arrived for his session.
He knew the drill, he was to disrobe, stand at attention, and wait for his Mistress.
I had him back up against an X-frame. I subsequently strapped him tightly in place with his arms spread out above his head and his legs about three feet apart.
I asked Eve, one of my assistants to join us. She knelt before him and without saying a word, she took his erection in her mouth and worked it in and out of her throat. She cupped his balls in her hand and kneaded them as she continued her rhythm on his cock.
She worked him hard bringing him close to climax.
Carl was distracted so he didn't see me behind him readying a syringe with a sedative.
She backed up and started stroking his engorged manhood with her palms. He knew that he was not allowed to cum without permission, so he started begging Eve to allow him to blow his load.
She granted her permission and he ejaculated hot ropes of his seed all over her face.
She then stood and kissed him working some of his cum into his mouth with her tongue. He was in heaven, or so he thought!
While Eve kept him distracted, I pinched a little skin on his scrotum and injected the medicine into his balls.
He hardly even noticed.
His eyes became glossy and he slumped against his bindings unable to control his muscles.
