We were in Mr. Self Destruct’s car.  Wanda (I’ll keep calling her “Wanda”) and I were in the back seat and Mr. Self Destruct drove.  We were going to a BDSM Magic Show at the Magic Castle and she was dressed like a nasty girl in fishnets and black leather mini skirt & top.  Very hot!  She shouldn’t be in public dressed like that.  We would definitely be denied access to any number of restaurants, shops and places of worship.

I asked her to bring her fancy leather handcuffs.  I practiced putting them on her.
I looked up and said, “Dang!  We’re getting close!”
I had told her we needed to be blindfolded for the entrance to the Castle.  I started to tie it around her eyes.
“Aren’t you going to remove the cuffs?!”  She said.
I started to fumble with the cuffs.  She thought I was stalling so I could walk her into the fetish show handcuffed.
But then Mr. Self Destruct looked in the rear view mirror and said, “Oh no”, and he turned the car.

There was a cop car behind us.
It turned.
Shit.
We pulled into an ally.
The Cop car followed us and turned on the lights.

I fumbled with Wanda’s handcuffs but didn’t get anywhere.  I started to panic. Wanda was shaking.  You could hear the tension in Destruct’s voice.
She was dressed like a floozy and had a blindfold on that she couldn’t remove because I held her hands while working on the cuffs.
I said,  “Just keep your hands down so they can’t see the restraints, they’ve got a gun out.”
She said, “Take off the blindfold!”
I said, “We’re going to a surprise party, guys…  That’s all…”

Destruct rolled down his window and the Cop’s voice was low, “License and Registration…”
There was an awkward pause.
“…What’s going on here?”
Wanda was silently freaking out.  Destruct and I stuttered a lie.
Wanda asked to remove the blindfold and the officer said,
“Why is she dressed so pretty”?
Oh shit…this guy is a perv.

The Cop’s partner was silent.  He popped open Wanda’s door and held her cuffs around her wrists and grasped Wanda’s legs, one at a time, taking them out of the car and placing them on the pavement.  The first Officer got Destruct and I out of the car.  Wanda felt the struggle and said, “just tell me what you want and I’ll do it!”
She was trying to express herself clearly and succulently.  But there was a wavering sternness in her voice…afraid and attempting to be helpful.  She was trying to get them to take off the blindfold.  She thought that Destruct and I were going to be arrested and she might be discovered as an escort.  She was shitting her mini skirt.

She was violently frisked and I could see her shaking from the other side of the car.  Fear.
She was pulled by the cuffs and walked through a big open warehouse door.  It was so spacious she didn’t know if she was indoors or outdoors.  She thought maybe cars were passing by and seeing her in her mini skirt without panties on.
Her heels hit the side of a piece of furniture on the cement floor.  A mattress?
The Police clanked a spreader bar and Wanda’s face changed.  Maybe she recognized that sound?

And as the cops attached the pole to the leather restraints, Wanda suddenly knew I had set her up!

Wanda knew at that instant that she was the focus of a BDSM Abduction and a sudden, huge smile spread across her face!

That was the highlight of the evening for yours truly.

I had been telling little white lies all week.  I don’t know if the Magic Castle has Fetish Magic Shows.  I was making all this shit up.  Countless lies.  Lies upon lies.  Just to get everything so it could blossom perfectly at this, the given moment.

I had enlisted the help of friends of ours to give Wanda the gift she was about to receive.  Being bound and whooped within an inch of her life.  All the sweet deception we fed her to make her believe what she believed, dress how she dressed and react how she did, came off like gangbusters.  

With the possible exception of an enema, she was ready for a gang bang.  (How the hell do you casually throw that into the dress up plans?!)

I was relieved at the short smile because it meant she was going to accept our gift and, frankly, trusted me with her well-being.  I had put a lot of faith in her trust in me.  Because being Safe, Sane and Consensual in a kidnapping scenario meant I wasn’t going to get verbal consent.

The cast of characters besides Mr. Self Destruct (a gentleman submissive) and I;
included the only skilled BDSM Dominant I knew who could give Wanda the flogging she had been craving.  I’ll call her “Goddess” cause I think she’ll like that name.  (At least she liked it when I called it out as she was sucking my cock a few months ago.)

Wanda and The Goddess had met a couple times and liked each other.  Goddess has a submissive that also was in attendance.  I’ll call him “Poor Larry”.   Poor Larry serves the Goddess with dedication and loyalty and I bet the sex is amazing.  I always shook my head and said “poor guy”… “poor poor Larry”…  Always doing the dirty work as a slave.  It was a joke, of course, cause I’m envious of how healthy and loving the relationship is.
Wanda had met Poor Larry and Destruct as well…but not like this.

There was one hitch.  I believed that Wanda wanted a heterosexual experience but the Goddess was the one with the skills.  So the Goddess was to remain silent throughout the proceedings and the sweetest, most soft-spoken gem of a man, Larry, was asked to play the tough cop.  I figured I could help translate the Goddesses requests but the result was a gang-bang with one frustrated Dominant Goddess and the three submissive stooges.  And, of course, Wanda, the blindfolded and shackled victim who didn’t know whose hands she had placed herself in.

A second spreader-bar was placed on Wanda’s ankles.  Shoes off, fishnets clinging.  She wasn’t going anywhere.  We took her top off.  Her panties were askew.  Blindfold tight.  We started touching her.  Her massive breasts, her neck and ass.  The three men stroked and felt her up.  The Goddess put on some leather gloves so her fingernails wouldn’t give her away.  Wanda started breathing deeper.

Destruct and I caressed and spoke sweet nothings about four guys with hard-ons all looking at her.  There were blades and soft fuzzy mitts run over her skin.  Teeth and fingers probed.  All four of us made Wanda’s skin a tingling mass.

The Goddess would flag us this way and that like a guy with flashlights at the airport.  Some hilarious hand signs were invented!  The way The Goddess told me it was time to lick Wanda’s pussy will go into my memory-time-capsule as an all time favorite moment.  I licked her pussy and ass and rim and Destruct came up and whispered in my ear, “Let me know if you need a breather”  Ha!
I didn’t want to tell him that all I needed was a sandwich every four hours and I could live there, but what a gentleman!  Always concerned for his brother!

The Goddess flogged her with...

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