Mistress Sidonia's Femdom Blog

Snatched Into Slavery! Pt1

Mistress Sidonia sat in her van parked across the street from the ancient office building. Looking first at her watch, it was a bit after 9pm. Then glancing through the building’s big, glass entrance door towards the fat, aged security guard sitting at a desk in the front lobby, she began to run through the plan of action in her mind. The Mistress had first observed her intended victim by chance about a week ago on a business visit to the downtown office where he worked, and she immediately surmised that he would make a perfect (although unwilling, she knew…) addition to her collection of male slaves.

Since the first visit to his office, she had asked some of his female co-workers about the man under the guise of being interested in him as a potential suitor. Nothing like a bit of girl-to-girl chatting to extract from them what she needed to know. His gossiping little office friends unwittingly couldn’t help but give her all the information she needed: he was unmarried, lived alone and had no family within hundreds of miles. Best of all, he often worked late into the evening hours, making it so much easier to take him. His whole life was his work. The silly young girls giving Mistress Sidonia the information thought it was a wonderful idea that he might actually get involved with a woman that could open up a whole new life for him. What immature girls, Mistress Sidonia thought to herself with a smile on her face as she sat in her van: if they only knew that in their childish attempt at matchmaking they had ensured their male friend would soon disappear without a trace, and neither they or the authorities would be any the wiser or suspect he had actually been snatched. He would certainly be starting a “whole new life”, but not one of his own choosing.

The Mistress never carried out a napping without a complete and concise pre-arranged plan of action. The risks were too high in endeavors such as these, so everything had to go as planned in order to avoid any potential confrontations with the local law establishment. Normally she would have enlisted the aid of a few other Mistresses, but the challenge of snatching away this meek, useless little office cretin directly from his desk while he worked was too enticing. And her plan, as always, was perfect: she estimated it would take less than an hour from start to finish and she would then be on her way with her victim. It was now time to put that plan into action.

The Mistress started the van and drove around the corner, parking it in the loading dock at the rear of the office building. At this time of night the dock would be closed and no deliveries would be made, so she could be assured that her van would go undisturbed until she was ready to leave with her victim. Fortunately, she also knew the rear dock area had no surveillance cameras (nor did the rest of this decrepit old building, for that matter) so that wasn’t a problem. She then exited her van and proceeded to walk back around the corner to the front of the building and its entrance. Mistress Sidonia entered and moved directly towards the desk where the security guard sat. She had purposely dressed in a conservative, business-like manner with an attractive skirt and matching jacket. Her shoes were ankle-strap black leather, which showed off a nice portion of toe cleavage, and she wore long, black leather gloves, quite appropriate due to the winter chill in the December air. She carried a smartly elegant purse, rather large but necessarily so due to the material she had inside it that would be needed later on.

Mistress Sidonia was “dressed to kill”, and she was well aware of the reaction she was having on the old security guard as he glanced up to look at her when she approached. That is exactly how she wanted it, as the security guard was essential in her abduction plan. She also was aware, due to her precise planning of the operation during the last few days, that there was another, younger security guard on duty that patrolled the building’s floors while his partner sat at the front desk she now stood in front of. The younger of the two was the one that carried the keys to all the offices in the building and, like the guard at the desk, would also have to be immobilized while she carried out her plan. At this time of night, he would be on one of the floors opening and closing up offices for the cleaning people. She needed those keys and she knew just how to get them.

“I wonder if you could assist me,” Mistress Sidonia said to the guard at the desk. “I seem to have left some important documents inside the main conference room here on the ground floor after a meeting today, and I was hoping you would be so kind as to let me check and see if they are still there.” The guard, who obviously was enamored with the beautiful, young woman standing in front of him, was more then happy to oblige the visitor. He also should have known better: he was under orders not to leave his post under any circumstances. He was to call his partner on the two-way radio they each had should any problems arise, and the partner would investigate.
“Certainly, young lady. Come right with me. I think the conference room is still open, although my partner usually locks it after the cleaning crew has been in there. Come this way!”
“Thank you so much. I don’t know how to express my gratitude,” she said.
Perfect, Mistress Sidonia thought to herself: you are falling right into my trap. And so will your partner very soon. The guard stood up, grabbed the handheld radio he used to communicate with the other guard and came around the desk. He proceeded to escort Mistress Sidonia to the conference room just a short distance away. The Mistress carefully noted that no one else was around to observe the two departing the desk. Good, she thought. No witnesses. Everything was going even better then even she expected.

When they got to the building’s main conference room, the guard checked to see if the door was locked. “Good. It’s still open, which means the cleaning crew hasn’t gotten to it yet. Whatever you left is probably still inside”, he said to her. She smiled at him and they entered the room, the guard going in first and turning on the lights with a switch located directly to the left of the door entrance. Once inside, and unobserved by the guard who was occupied looking with his eyes around the room to see if any documents had been left, Mistress Sidonia quietly closed the door and locked it from the inside to ensure no one could enter uninvited and disturb them.
“Doesn’t seem to be anything left in here, although you may want to look around a bit closer in the room”, he said as he turned around to face her. He immediately found he was staring at a small but very lethal gun pointed directly at his head.
“Do exactly as I say or you know what will happen”, Mistress Sidonia said menacingly to him. “I want you to get on that radio of yours and call your partner. You are to tell him that he is to meet you down here in the conference room in 15 minutes and that it is very important. Do not attempt to give an alarm to him or you will regret it, I assure you”, she said.
The guard, visibly shocked, got on the radio and called his partner as Mistress Sidonia held the gun on him.
“Wilkerson, I need you to meet me in the main conference room in 15 minutes. It’s very important!” he said into the radio.
“What’s this all about? I’m busy!” she heard the other guard say over the radio.
“Just meet me here and don’t ask questions, alright?” said the now very frightened desk guard.
“Ok…. whatever. 15 minutes.” and the radio went silent.
“You were a very good boy,” said Mistress Sidonia, pinching his fat cheek while still holding the gun on him. “Now, show me where the main breaker switch is in this room so that the lights can’t be turned on with the wall switch,” she said.
She followed him with the gun at his back as he walked over to a small closet, opened it and showed her where the box to cut off the electricity was. “Wonderful. Now, turn the switch to the off position.” she said. He did so and the entire room went dark.
“Don’t even think about trying to wrestle the gun away from me here in the dark. I assure you in would be a very bad mistake,” she said.
“Ok…I’ve done what you asked me to do. Now what’s your game?” said the guard.
“Why, how nice of you to ask. I plan on robbing a few of these offices once I get the keys from your idiot friend,” said Mistress Sidonia. Of course, she had absolutely no intention of doing anything of the sort. But tomorrow, when the police arrived to investigate, that is what she wanted the guard to tell them. This way, no one would be concerned about or suspect that the real motive was the capture of her new slave.
“What do you plan on doing to me with all these lights out?” said the guard. “I know what you would like me to do to you and so do you, sweetness. But I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen, as you aren’t my type. And speaking of lights out….” she laughed as she brought the butt of the gun down on the back of the guard’s head, knocking him out. “I’d take you along with me as a slave, too, if I wasn’t so pressed for time” she said to the now unconscious guard crumpled on the floor of the electrical closet. “Perhaps another time, Sleeping Beauty. Perhaps another time.”

Fifteen minutes later, as requested, the other guard exited the stairs that led to the ground floor. He walked to the conference room and, seeing that his partner was not at the front lobby desk, assumed he was inside. He opened the door (which Mistress Sidonia had now left unlocked from the inside) and entered the completely darkened area. He reached to turn the light switch on but it did no good. The lights apparently were not working, which may have been why his partner called him to meet in the conference room. What they need is an electrician, not me, he thought to himself.
“Harris! Where the hell are you?” he shouted into the darkness. “What is all this foolishness? I have work to do!”.
His eyes began adjusting to the darkness and as they did, he observed a perfectly still form sitting in the head chair at the far end of the conference table. “Is that you, Harris? What is all this about? If you wanted to sleep on duty, couldn’t you have found a better place then this?” said Wilkerson, anger and sarcasm in his voice.

No answer was coming from the form in the chair. He now was totally ticked off and started to approach the figure sitting in the chair at the far end of the room. As he got closer and his vision adjusted even more to the complete darkness, he saw that it was indeed that fat-ass Harris in the chair. His could tell by the large frame and the security guard cap that was on his head. It wasn’t until he actually came up on the form in the chair that he realized something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. Harris was sitting in the chair, his head slumped down onto his chest and clearly unconscious. It wasn’t until Wilkerson lifted the man’s head that he could see the guy’s mouth was covered from his nose to his chin with a wide, white cloth that had been tightly secured at the back of his head using a strong knot. He also could see the poor guy’s mouth has been stuffed so full with something that his cheeks could be seen bulging, visible even underneath the cloth that was lashed tightly around his mouth. Looking down in shock at the guard in the chair (and unaware that from behind him someone was quietly approaching), he also observed that the man’s wrists were bound behind him (as well as his knees and ankles) with thin but strong cord.

It was the last thing Wilkerson saw before Mistress Sidonia brought the gun butt down on his head as she had with the other guard.
“Two for the price of one. How nice!” she said aloud. “Now I’ll take those keys of yours and be on my way. First, though, I need to take care of the two of you up so you can’t get in my way”. She looked at her watch: she was right on schedule and, assuming her target upstairs didn’t give her too much trouble, she would be on her way in less then half of an hour. Even if her future slave did prove to be uncooperative (which she strongly suspected was going to be the case) she had ways of dealing with him. And those ways would not be pleasant, to say the least. It was now show time, she laughed to herself.

Continued in Pt2

by sgc