Mistress Sidonia's Femdom Blog

Snatched Into Slavery! Pt2

Mistress Sidonia opened the door and looked outside to see if the lobby of the building was empty. It was and she exited the darkened room, closed the door and then found the proper key on the guard’s key ring she had taken to lock it. Without the key, the cleaning crew (or anyone else) couldn’t enter the room so she was assured her victims wouldn’t be found until the morning at the very earliest. She would be long gone by then, although she did wish she could be the proverbial “fly on the wall” when those two bumbling rent-a-cops were eventually found. Both would most likely be starting new careers after their bosses finished with them, but that was their problem and not hers. She walked toward the elevator lifts that would take her to the fifth floor, where the second part of her plan was ready to be placed into operation.

Meanwhile, behind the door of the conference room Mistress Sidonia had just closed and locked, those two security guards were currently unconscious. When they woke up, they still might just as well have remained unconscious for all the good it was going to do them. Both had been seated on the floor in the darkened room and tied back to back. Their ankles, knees, elbows and hands were securely lashed with the same strong cord Mistress Sidonia had in her purse for just that reason. Then more of the cord had been neatly and professionally roped around the two unconscious forms at they sat on the floor, ensuring that no movement of any kind could occur from either one of them.

Mistress Sidonia had gagged each of their mouths with large sponges, causing their cheeks to bulge out like that of a chipmunk during feeding. Then she pulled a wide, white handkerchief over both of their gaping, packed mouths that had been stuffed with the sponges, covering the lower part of their faces completely. The cloth was then knotted at the back of each of their heads and cruelly secured so tightly that their faces were turning red from the constriction of the gags, which literally indented their faces. Even when they eventually awoke from their enforced naps, they would be unable to move a muscle or make the slightest sound. That was important should anyone pass by the conference room door during the night. Mistress Sidonia knew the cleaning crew would eventually arrive and attempt to enter the room. They would leave in frustration once they realized they didn’t have a key to enter and that the security guards were nowhere to be found to unlock the door, a situation not uncommon.

Everyone knew that these two were not exactly known for their reliability, and that trait (or lack of it) is what got both of them in the trouble they were now in. She was sure that the two guards would try to give some sort of alarm once they awoke from their involuntary sleep but, as they would find out very quickly, it was impossible for them to move, scream or make the slightest sound for help.

Riding the elevator lift upwards, the doors opened at the fifth floor and Mistress Sidonia exited, heading directly for room 522. The floor was deserted and all the lights in the other offices were off. Good, she thought. No one else is working late and the cleaning crew has been through, shutting off the lights in each of the offices when they finished. But she already was quite sure that the lights in 522 would still on, which they were. She looked into the glass window of the office and couldn’t see anyone inside, but her target’s work place was in the rear and not normally visible anyway. She knew he was in there, though, or else the office would have been darkened.

She took the ring of keys she had and quietly tried each key in the door lock until she came across what most likely was the passkey to all the offices, as the door immediately opened. She swiftly entered, closing and locking the door behind her. Slowly she made her way past the main office reception desk to the rear, where she could hear the slight hum of a printer being used. She peeked around the corner and there he was with his back to her, sitting at his desk and oblivious to all around him other then what was on the PC screen in front of him.
“Excuse me, but I seem to be lost. Can you help me?” she said aloud. He jumped, obviously startled, and turned the chair around to face her. It was obvious by the expression on his face that he was very uncomfortable looking at the beautiful woman who had so startled him. She began to walk towards him and he nervously said,
“You shouldn’t be in here. How did you get in? The door was locked!”. She lied and said he was mistaken. She had seen the lights in the office and decided to come in for assistance. At the moment she said this, she realized that this guy wasn’t buying that story. She also realized that he was going to have to be knocked out quickly before things got out of hand. He was a small, mousy sort of man (if you wished to refer to him using the male gender) and she had no doubt she could easily overpower him.

However, discretion being the better part of valor, the less commotion the better in a situation such as this. She couldn’t afford to fall behind schedule in her plans.
“Haven’t I seen you here before? During the day?” he said. She decided to cut to the chase and get this act on the road. Literally.
“Why yes, I’m sure you have now that you mention it,” she said, still looking at him as she walked closer to him. At the same time, she was reaching into her purse of goodies for just what was needed right now: chlor*form.
“And I have a surprise for you. You are going to be seeing a lot more of me in the future. In fact, we are going to be spending a great deal of time together. Only not as best friends, I assure you.”
With that statement she jumped on him, hitting him squarely in the jaw with her right fist. Stunned, he fell to the floor unmoving. Mistress Sidonia uncapped the bottle she had pulled out of her purse, along with a clean cloth. She quickly soaked the cloth with the liquid, bent over her quarry (who was now beginning to recover from the surprise of the punch to his jaw) and applied the soaked cloth over his mouth. He began struggling, but she held him down with her knee as the fumes began to take effect. “Mmmmpppphhhh!!!” was the only sound the little bugger could make while his eyes rolled up into his head as the dr*g took its planned effect. “Pleasant dreams, slave,” she said into his ear as he stopped struggling, going completely limp on the floor. She checked to make sure he was really unconscious (he was…) and placed the wet rag back into her purse so there wouldn’t be any evidence of the preceding struggle.

It was time to ensure that, in the morning when the office opened for business, her tracks were covered. She sat down at his PC and proceeded to type a letter of resignation (thanks to her gloves, no fingerprints had been left either downstairs or here at his desk) they would believe was written by him, explaining that he was leaving the company and the city immediately due to personal reasons. Any effects from his workplace (and there didn’t appear to be many of them as she looked around) could be disposed of by the company, the letter would also state. The letter idea wasn’t perfect, but it would give Mistress Sidonia the opportunity to spirit her victim far away before anyone (especially the authorities) began to look into the matter more closely. And when they questioned those two clowns lying unconscious, gagged and tied in the conference room, they would be more concerned about accounting for any valuables the mysterious woman may have stolen within the building after lifting the keys from the guards then being concerned about a timid little employee on the fifth floor who had resigned his position without notice.

With the letter finished, she printed a hard copy then looked around on her victim’s desk for a sample of his signature. Finding it, she forged what to her was an absolutely marvelous imitation of his handwriting. Placing the document in an envelope, she wrote “To Whom It May Concern” on it, once again in his style of writing. Mistress Sidonia placed the envelope where it would be visible to anyone who came by the desk in the morning: right on the telephone.

Now to truss up the little weasel and prepare him to be taken downstairs to the rear on the building and into her van. She looked around her and found exactly what she was looking for: a large rectangular container utilized to transport discarded paper from PC’s and copiers for recycling. It was perfect for her needs. It was big enough to hold her victim and it was mobile. She smirked to herself: what more could a girl ask for, right? She reached into her purse again and pulled out more of the strong cord she had introduced to her two friends lying bound and silenced downstairs. Rolling her future slave on to his stomach, she pulled his hands behind his back and tied them securely, along with his elbows. She then did the same to his ankles and knees. Rolling him back over so he now faced her again, she proceeded to place one of the large sponges that had come in so handy for use on the hapless security guards a few minutes ago deep into his oral cavity.

Then she tightly tied up his mouth, completely covering it from nose to chin with another of those wide, folded handkerchiefs she had treated the guards to. Indeed, she tied it as tight on her new victim as she had on the other two, causing his face to turn red and indenting his facial features so that it looked like his mouth and jaw were receding into his head.
“A brilliant job, if I do say so myself!” she said aloud. Mistress Sidonia then lifted the wretched little weakling and placed him into the container, covering him over completely with plenty of the discarded paper that was already in the bin. Should anyone look at the container and not bother to search below the paper covering, they would see nothing amiss. And that is exactly what she wanted, just in case she might accidentally run into one of the cleaning crew on her way out of the building.

It was now time to depart with her new conscript. He still was unconscious and most likely would be for a little while longer. She wheeled the container out towards the office door, pushed it into the hallway and then locked the door again, being sure to turn out the lights so it would appear in the morning that he had left as he normally did. She moved the cart with her victim to the elevator lifts, only this time she was going to take the service elevator used for deliveries and the like. This elevator would lead her directly out to the rear dock where her van was located. She pressed the “Down” button on the service lift and, when the car arrived, she entered with her cargo. When she arrived on the ground floor, the doors opened and all that stood between her and her van was a back exit door. Approaching it, she attempted to open the door but found it locked. That was no problem, though: she could use the keys she had to unlock it without setting off the alarm that she knew was surely attached to it and would certainly go off had she tried to force the door in any way.

Carefully trying keys in the lock until she found the right one, she opened the door, pushed the container out on the dock and then exited the building, locking the door behind her. The dock area was completely deserted, as she was sure it would be. There was a ramp that led down to where her van was parked and she moved the bin with her victim down the ramp and right up to the rear of her van. She unlocked the doors and then began to pull out her bound quarry from underneath the pile of paper she had hidden him underneath. He was beginning to come around, but she had neither the time nor the inclination to get the chlor*form out again to hit him with another dose. Besides, once inside her van after the doors were closed and locked, he wouldn’t be able to be seen by anyone but her from the driver’s seat.

Jumping up into the rear of the van, she lifted the now semi-conscious victim head first into the compartment. As she did so, she glanced at his eyes. They were wild and terrified, staring at her with fear over the tight gag firmly secured across his mouth. He attempted to say something but all that would come out was an inaudible garble of a moan, not loud enough to even register on the hearing. She put her hand over his gagged mouth and said quietly,
“Silence, my little one. Silence.” She continued loading him into the rear of the van until he was completely inside. She then took the last of the handkerchiefs from her purse and blindfolded him for the long trip the two of them were about to make. She jumped back out of the vehicle, then closed and locked the rear doors. With an air of bravado she felt after a job well done, she threw the guard’s keys she had used so well during the operation into the container she had transported her vanquished target in. Unlocking the driver’s side door, she hopped in and started the engine.

Before beginning to drive, Mistress Sidonia looked around at the beaten, bound, gagged and blindfolded package lying on the floor in the rear. Once again it appeared he was trying to make a sound, any sort of sound, or attempt to move even the slightest bit. It was all to no avail. “Tonight, I was the hunter and you were the hunted, my dear. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it” she said to him. Putting the vehicle in gear, she began to drive away. There would be pure hell to pay for some people when the sun rises tomorrow, she laughed to herself. But isn’t that the way it always is?

by sgc