Abducted in London
by silklover

Part 4

    It was Friday evening in Bromley and the people in the street outside the garage were bustling along with late shopping and were hurrying on their way to drinks with friends. The muffled noise of people enjoying themselves reached Andrew through the brick of the garage wall and through the many layers of silk that had been used to gag his his fully packed mouth and wrap his head in a tight silk cocoon. He had been standing in the same position in the centre of the double garage for the last hour, ever since Mistress Jane had gone back into the house to prepare herself for the weekend to come. Andrew was troubled, both mentally and physically. Expecting a normal session with Mistress Jane for a few hours this Friday evening, he now faced the prospect of a weekend of severe bondage and punishment at an unknown destination, and at the hands of a Mistress he did not know by sight, but certainly by her formidable reputation. It had started last weekend, he reflected, when he had had the temerity to comment on Mistress Jane's preferred choice of wide leather straps and solid rubber ball gags to keep him in subjugation. He found them increasingly uncomfortable and had asked his Mistress for a little variety in their activities. Mistress Jane had gone off the deep end in a fit of temper at his impertinence, and he still bore the scars on his backside where his Mistress had made it clear to him that it was not his place to decide on such matters. So when he climbed the flight of steps to the back door of the detached house in Bromley that evening it was with more than a little apprehension at how the next session might proceed. His concern was fully justified as the door opened.
    "I'm glad you're on time for a change" said Mistress Jane, smiling down on him from the the top step. "I have something a little different planned for you this evening, which I think you will find interesting". Andrew was taken aback. Rather than the usual black leather cat suit and half leather mask that Mistress Jane normally wore for their sessions, she was dressed in sexy street clothes as though she was going out for a party. She was wearing black stiletto shoes with black seamed stockings, a short black satin pencil skirt and a lustrous white silk blouse opened at the neck. A shimmering red and gold Hermes silk scarf adorned her open neck as a cravat and a further designer silk shawl of electric blue and gold was draped elegantly across her shoulders.
    "Come on in and close the door." Andrew crossed the threshold, closed the door behind him and then dropped to his hands and knees on the rich pile of the carpet, his eyes turned to the floor as was required whenever he was unbound in Mistress Jane's house. "Crawl into the closet and remove all your clothes then use this scarf to blindfold yourself. Make sure it covers from beneath your nose to high on your forehead and then bring the ends back to the front and tie them off tightly on the bridge of your nose. Do you understand slave?"
    "Yes Mistress", he said, as a large slinky black silk head scarf landed on the carpet in front of him, a discreet Hermes label in one corner announcing its pedigree. This was taking a strange direction and Andrew did not know whether he should be relaxed or frightened. He had expected another beating for his tantrum last week but this treatment seemed remarkably mild. Nevertheless, he did as requested and crawled into the small broom cupboard that Jane kept as her slave changing room. The door was shut behind him, plunging the closet into total darkness, and he started to undress in the blackness. Once he was nude he laid the scarf on the floor and folded it into a wide bandage about 5 inches wide. Taking the ends he drew the scarf across his eyes, making sure the bottom edge of the blindfold reached below his nose as ordered. Taking the ends of the silk scarf behind his head he tied a half knot and pulled tightly on the rich silk before bringing the ends back in front and tying them in a double knot above the bridge of his nose. The cool black silk clung to the contours of his face and prevented any light from reaching his eyes. He also found it a little difficult to breathe as the thick black silk sucked against his nose as he inhaled, filling his senses with the delicate perfume that Mistress Jane knew drove him wild.
    "Right", said Mistress Jane as he re-emerged from the closet on his hands and knees. "Follow me into the garage you pathetic slave. I have given very careful thought to your comments last week and I am prepared to accept that I may be a little inflexible in my methods. So I have decided to let you try something different tonight. I think once you have experienced what I have in store for you, you will welcome some time in straps and ballgags".
    Andrew was surprised that he had not been led down the steps into the well equipped dungeon that Mistress Jane kept in the basement of her spacious Victorian house.
He felt the change of surface on his hands and knees from deep shag pile carpet to cement as Mistress Jane took hold of his hair and dragged him into a standing position in the centre of the garage.
    "Stand up and place your hands behind your back". Andrew felt his hands pulled together as Mistress Jane took the first of a pile of silk scarves she had prepared earlier and proceeded to immobilize Andrew with bandages of the finest silk. She bound his wrists palms together, tightly wrapping the rolled silk scarf several times around his wrists before passing the ends between his wrists and cinching the loops with several tight turns. She knotted the ends of the scarf, pulling tightly on the knot so that it would take some time to unpick. She then took another slightly longer scarf and proceeded to tie Andrew's elbows together. She knew from experience that Andrew's elbows did not join but this did not stop her from trying as she pulled on the loops of silk and drew the elbows inexorably together.
"Ahhh, oww", exclaimed Andrew in discomfort as she tied off the ends of the scarf in a square knot. 
    "Did I ask you to make a noise Slave? If you don't keep quiet I will use the metal tongue brank on you and leave it on all night". The noise abruptly ceased as Andrew considered the alternative. The metal brank was essentially a medieval clamp which could be applied to the slave's tongue. It pulled the tongue clear of the mouth and held it immobile with a metal bracket that was attached to a steel band that bent around the back of the head and tightened with a wing nut. The tighter the wing nut was turned, the more the tongue was pulled forward. It was a fearsome instrument of torture and had only been used on Andrew once before. Ten minutes bolted into the brank was more than enough for him to beg and grovel for it to be removed.
    "Right. Stand with your legs apart and bend forward". Andrew complied as best he could whilst ensuring he did not overbalance. "I am going to fit you with a butt plug and tie up your cock and balls before we commence with your punishment", she said as Andrew felt a hand smearing cool jelly into his crack. Andrew was used to being plugged but even he was surprised at the size of the plug that Mistress Jane held to the entrance to his crack and started to impale him on. She applied steady upward pressure on the plug until it slowly but inexorably plopped into place, the narrow base of the plug slipping easily around his ass ring. He did not like the way this was going at all and considered using his safe word to revert to his more normal session.
    "Now for your cock and balls. I don't think you will be getting much relief during this session so there is no point in allowing your emotions to get the better of you." Jane had taken a narrow long silk scarf and rolled it into a thin bandage which she used to tie up Andrew's cock and balls. Looping the centre of the scarf around Andrew's cock and balls she tied the whole package with a tight knot before tying a further tight loop around the base of his cock and then separating each ball in turn and tightly cinching the scarf around the base of each. The resulting package of tightly stretched purple skin appealed to his Mistress but Jane added to her artistry by taking a second long scarf, tying a knot in the centre and looping it over the head of Andrew's cock, which was now swelling in anticipation. She tightened the silk knot tightly behind the head of Andrew's cock, eliciting another yelp from Andrew, and took the two ends of the scarf back between his legs and over the black tape holding the butt plug in place. She fed the ends between the silk scarf which bound his hands so tightly and hauled in on the ends. Andrew was left standing on tiptoes and whimpering to reduce the strain on his bent back cock.
    "There", she said, tying off the scarf with a triple knot and making sure the silk was tight. "I don't think you will be getting out of that in a hurry". "Close your legs now so I can get on and secure them. We don't have much time, and I still have to get ready." Andrew gingerly complied, feeling the tape pull at his backside and his cock become squeezed between his legs as he joined them together for Mistress Jane to secure.
    "As you can no doubt feel behind that silk scarf blindfold Andrew, the theme of this session is silk. I will show you just how easy it is to torment a slave with something soft and silky as it is with leather and rubber. You will already notice how tight one can tie a silk scarf and how unforgiving it is once properly cinched. You will be introduced to many more ways of using silk to control a slave during this session".
    As she spoke Mistress Jane was securing Andrew's legs with a further five lustrous silk squares, each of which she had rolled into a bandage about 3 inches thick. One went around his ankles, one below his knees and one above the knees. Each was cinched in the same way as the wrists had been tied, with loops of silk between the limbs to tighten the bonds. The final scarf was a small silk handkerchief, which she used to tie his big toes together. "There. We don't want you to move around too much while you are waiting for our transport."
    At the word transport, Andrew started and was about to say that he did not want to go anywhere, when he felt a thick silk shawl descend over his head. Before he had a chance to realize what was going on, he felt a thick silken pad wadded deep into his mouth, forcing the silk of the shawl hood deep into his mouth. As the pressure relaxed, he got ready to expel the gagging silk with his tongue, but was too late as his Mistress applied a thick rolled silk scarf between his lips, forcing the wadded silk and the material of the silk shawl even deeper into his mouth. Mistress Jane quickly but tightly tied the bandage behind his head, knotting it viciously behind his neck before winding the bandage around his head and deep between his lips several more times. Although he could still mumble, any formed words were impossible through the muffling silk of the gag and he realized that his last chance to abort this session had effectively passed. "There! I do like the look of a thoroughly gagged and silk hooded slave. I think you are about ready for transportation now. Of course I didn't mention the plan, did I? Now that you are properly secured and firmly gagged, I will tell you what I am going to do with you. I'm placing you in the capable hands of a Mistress friend of mine who is particularly skilled in reminding slaves of their true position. She works in silk, and is an expert in breath control, prolonged and severe bondage and orgasm control. She will be arriving in about an hour in her Range Rover. You will then be packed in her slave box and driven to her dungeon. There we will spend the entire weekend punishing you for your lack of courtesy and bad manners. If she doesn't think you have learnt your lesson by Sunday night, she will keep you for the whole week. I will then be tasked to ring your work and explain that you are off sick".
    Andrew quivered at the thought of being punished for a whole weekend and started to panic beneath his bonds. "Don't worry, Andrew. I will be there the whole time, although your normal safe word is suspended for this weekend. You will have absolutely no say in what happens to you, not that you will ever be ungagged long enough to say a safeword".
    Andrew tested his silken bonds and realized that Mistress Jane had been right about the qualities of silk. His bindings were exceptionally tight and secure, especially those around his cock and balls which prevented any erection from starting. The silk scarf that was forced into his mouth was starting to become damp but remained thoroughly effective nonetheless, whilst the silk scarf wound between his lips was far more tight and silencing than his normal rubber ball gag. He reluctantly decided to wait and see what happened, reflecting on his situation as he stood immobile in the centre of the garage, listening to the traffic outside. What would this new Mistress be like? Would she be severe? How much discomfort could she possibly cause him by using silk?
    In a dungeon some 8 miles from the garage where he stood awaiting his fate, a young Australian girl could have told Andrew exactly how uncomfortable his experience was likely to be. Robyn Williams, a student on a backpacking tour of Europe was now a captive of Mistress Sarah, a purveyor of silk scarves and clothing to the wealthy gentry of London from her Bond Street boutique, located above the dungeon where Robyn was now a tightly bound prisoner. Robyn was agonizingly bound to a padded post, set into the floor of the dungeon. Secured with a myriad of silk scarves, she was bound in a rigid kneeling hog tie, her legs drawn painfully back behind the pole and attached to her bound wrists. Her wrists and elbows were so securely bound together that even each pair of fingers had their own silk scarf binding to keep them welded together. Her head was forced rigidly back into the padding of the post, bound in place by several large silk scarves, which hid from the view the additional silk scarves which gagged her so securely. A padded silk blindfold kept her in perpetual darkness and had been in place ever since her captivity had started. Robyn did not know how long she had been a prisoner of Mistress Sarah because there was so much about her ordeal she could not remember. She did remember however, in agonized detail, how meticulously her cruel captor had bound her head against the post no more than an hour ago, because Mistress Sarah had delighted in explaining what she was doing as she went along.
    "Robyn, I am going to tie your head back against the post now and I am afraid that I am going to do it most severely. I have to go out shortly to collect a male slave that will be joining you here in the dungeon for the weekend and I can't afford to take the chance of you thrashing around and attracting attention." Robyn let out a muffled scream at the thought of yet more torment, but it was barely audible to Sarah from beneath the many layers of silken gagging that had been imposed on the young Australian.
    'Some chance of thrashing around', thought Robyn, as she swallowed again to keep the silky acetate scarf packed into her mouth from sliding to the back of her throat. Her head was the only part of her body that was not yet totally and securely bound and immobilized. Mistress Sarah had an obsession with tight silk bondage and the hogtie she had imposed on Robyn was desperately uncomfortable. Besides, the silk covered post was so well padded that banging her head back against it would have made no sound at all.
    "I am delighted that my gagging has proved so successful at keeping you quiet Robyn, but there is no harm in adding to it is there? I have found that long white silk aviator style scarves are best for this part. You obviously can't see Robyn, but I have folded this first scarf into a band of silk about three inches wide and I am now going to tie it securely over your nose and chin, and over the Hermes Bride de Bains scarf that is currently bound between your lips". Robyn felt her captor apply the folded silk scarf over her nose, instantly cutting down the amount of air she could breathe in as she reinforced the gag still further. Robyn felt Sarah wind the scarf four times around the post, each time pulling the winding tight, forcing Robyn's head ever deeper into the foam of the post, and ensuring that she would be breathing through eight layers of the white silk. When the scarf was finally cinched and knotted over the top of the cleave scarf in Robyn's mouth, her head was welded immovably to the post. Robyn moaned through the suffocating silk at the additional layering.
    "Oh come now, after all you have been through, you didn't think I would just use one wrapping of silk scarf did you Robyn? Besides, in my vast experience a single scarf attaching the head to the post can often slip or be loosened after time by the slave, so we we'll just make sure and repeat the winding over the top of your blindfold shall we?"
    Robyn felt more pressure applied to her eyes as Sarah completed the packaging of her captive. There was now no chance whatsoever that Robyn would be able to move her head, but Sarah was nothing if not thorough. She took a third rolled silk scarf and fed the end between the back of Robyn's neck and the post so that it rested on the top of her shoulders. Then she drew both ends up so that they rested on top of the scarf that bound Robyn's head to the post. She tied a knot in the two ends and then drew them together, reducing the diameter of the resulting loop so that it cinched the two bindings tightly together, much as one would with a cinching between wrist bindings.
    "There Robyn, I think that will hold you for an hour or so while I fetch your companion. When I get back you will be taking a part in the subjugation of the new slave - not a very active part it must be said, but it will give you a change from post hugging, and its about time you were fed again anyway. I'll just pick up a silk sheet and some more silk scarves and then I'll be off. Don't go anywhere now, will you." Sarah laughed quietly at her own joke as she busied herself with the supplies she would need to bring Jane's slave Andrew back to the dungeon.
    Robyn had cried out in distress at the much increased pressure around her head but her cries of discomfort and fear were effectively muffled by the densely packed and bound silk that swathed the lower part of her face. As she kneeled in her torment, unable to move even a finger to relieve the discomfort, she could feel the silk and acetate scarf gag packing starting to become slimy again and she desperately worked her tongue to keep the scarf from sliding towards the back of her throat, sucking what air she could through the many layers of designer silk that now covered her lower face and nose. She desperately hoped that the release from the hogtie would provide some measure of relief, but at the back of her mind she realized that Mistress Sarah was far too committed to her art to give Robyn much of a breather.