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Consensual Kidnapping Scenes

October 20, 2021 By Baadmaster 2 Comments

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With the phenomenon of “cameras everywhere,” the possibility of doing anything under rhe radar  – from BDSM to Bread and Breakfast – is virtually impossible. Of course, this erosion of privacy can be a topic in just about any forum, from politics to sexual expression. So, when a question that includes all aspects of intrusive technology with respect to BDSM comes across my desk (and I don’t even have a desk!), I jump at the chance to attempt a cogent answer.   So, here it is!

Reader: My Mistress and i have been thinking about a play kidnap scene but are uncertain about Health and Safety precautions, and of course the law. How can we do this safely and avoid involving the Police or the public unintentionally?

As we all know, privacy is going the way of the horse and buggy. One must assume that if you want to attempt an abduction scene, you will have to keep in mind you will be observed.  The question is whether this intrusion will insure a trip to the local police station.  Your question acknowledges the Police could get involved.   

If you imagine an abduction scene as being a “mini-movie,” you can use this to great advantage – from planning aspects to legal issues.  From the planning side, making a “movie storyboard” is a great way to go.  It doesn’t have to be elaborate, but it can take you from “point a” to “point b” to “point c” in an easy-to-picture way.  By visualizing every step, it will help you identify those areas most likely to go right — or wrong.  A storyboard gives you a great overview and makes controlling the whole project a lot easier.

As to the legal concerns, it is clear that the actual kidnapping is always the riskiest part.  And the more true-to-life you want to make the scene, the more dangerous it is. With video cameras all over the place, prepare for the best but expect the worst. I am not giving any legal advice here (this is the “BaadMaster disclaimer”), but I have discovered one great concept that can take some of the risk out of an abduction scene.  I call this the “reality TV movie” strategy.  With the popularity of reality TV, this approach has a lot to recommend it.  It takes a bit of extra work, but if you wish to stage a realistic abduction scene, it is well worth the effort.  

First of all, write a quick abduction script.  Title it something like, “The Abduction of Amber.”  Then have each person involved sign an actor’s contract/release form and attach a photocopy of his/her driver’s license.  Verify that everyone is of legal age.  Finally, you must have a video camera with you and take some footage of the “project.”  This doesn’t make you immune to Murphy’s Law, but it gives you a degree of protection should things go wrong.    

And what can go wrong?  Two untoward things can happen when you stage a public abduction.  One, a cop actually sees the kidnapping and intervenes.  The “reality movie” explanation  – with all your “actors” ready to state that it is a movie project and with all the release forms in order – will, more than likely, head off any problems.  Another, somewhat similar, problem can occur if someone sees the abduction and calls the police.  In this case, you might wind up with cherry tops pulling you over.  Again, the movie setup gives you the best chance of not having any further hassles.  Be respectful, have your paperwork ready, spend the twenty bucks and register this “script” with the WGA and you will likely be fine.  At the very least, if you are arrested, the charges will likely be dropped.

You might think all this preparation takes the fun and spontaneity out of the scene.  This might be true to some extent; but we live in the real world.  Just as safe sex is essential in the world of STD’s, so is caution indispensable in a world of aggressive law enforcement.  Anything worth doing well is worth doing right.  And taking a lot – if not all – of the worry out of an abduction scene more than compensates for the extra planning and paperwork this approach requires.

This “reality TV” concept does not preclude the need to follow all of the procedures that I  outlined.  Make sure to agree on safe words, have an outside friend  available on the cellphone and pre-negotiate all hard and soft limits.  You don’t want problems at the destination after the abduction goes well.  The less that is left to chance, the more fun you will have.  Movies and TV have filled our minds with all sorts of nifty, sometimes sexy, visions of what a kidnapping looks like.  With this in mind, why not star in your own movie?  That, to me, sounds like the most fun!


After a ten year run as head writer for the legendary bondage.com, and an equally long run as the host of the hit internet show “Baadmaster’s Dungeon,” we are pleased to welcome the one and only Baadmaster to KinkWeekly. His thoughts about all things BDSM will now appear regularly on these pages. From the mental aspects of D/s to the nuts and bolts of S&M play, Baadmaster will cover every facet of this ever expanding lifestyle.

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Erotica: Wishful Thinking

December 7, 2015 By anniebear Leave a Comment

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“What could be so bad about it? Tell me,” Mike demanded in a stern voice. I saw the glint in his eye so I knew he wasn’t really that mad…yet.

“It’s embarrassing! It’s not normal that I think about it so much.” I just couldn’t bring myself to confess. We were lying in bed, the lights still on and my face was burning under his scrutiny. We’d been on this particular line of conversation for a few minutes and his patience was running short.

“That’s it,” he got up and stalked towards the dresser. I knew what was coming.

“Ok, ok I’ll tell you I promise! Please don’t get it out!” I practically screeched.

“If you keep talking to me in that tone then I will.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, also to calm my voice. I hate electrical play and knew he was going to grab the cattle prod. One of the few implements I actually loathe and is only brought out for punishment. It’s not a hard limit…yet.

He came back over to the bed and leaned down next me, “So?”

“I think about getting kidnapped. It’s crazy I know but it’s a huge turn on. Obviously I’d never want it to actually happen to me in real life, but the thought of someone pursuing me or capturing me is so hot.” I finished quickly, watching his reaction. We had done some crazy things together, but this was on fringes of weird, even for us-or at least I thought so.

“Cool.” Was all he said. He promptly pecked me a kiss on the mouth, turned the lights out, pulled me in for a goodnight cuddle and settled in for sleep. I knew better than to question his reaction, but I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping a wink that night.

It was only many months later that this topic of conversation would resurface. I had finished up at the office, another extra long, exhausting day. I had been pulling longer hours than usual, preparing for a new launch. I grabbed my keys and threw my overstuffed bag over my shoulder. Exiting the building, I turned the corner and proceeded to walk to my car. I pulled my phone out to text Mike when I was unexpectedly grabbed from behind. My first thought was that my coworker was playing a prank on me. My annoyance quickly blossomed into fear when something was placed entirely over my head. I was so surprised, I didn’t even have time to make a peep, no more than a quick intake of breath. My bag was abruptly torn off of my shoulder as I was lifted off of the ground dropping both my keys and phone. I struggled as hard as possible, the terror and hysteria rising up within me. My eyes were watering; I wouldn’t exactly call it crying, just reacting. A voice very close told me to stop struggling or I would be hurt very badly.

I stilled, trying to remember everything I had ever learned in those women’s self-defense classes. Wasn’t I supposed to comply until an opportunity arose for escape? Or maybe I should struggle more and make a lot of noise. But just as soon as my brain made a decision, I was practically thrown into something, my ass slamming hard onto the metal surface-I must be in some sort of a van or truck. I quickly started to crawl…somewhere but was immediately detained by a man who chuckled at my sad attempt to escape. My hands were tied together or rather wrapped in duct tape.

My stomach was in knots. I didn’t recognize the murmured voices through my hood. Could this be something Mike set up? I feel like he would have come along for this part, wouldn’t he?

“Hello?” I squeaked. Silence, just the sound of the vehicle moving over the road. I assumed we were on a freeway, we hadn’t made any turns recently.

“Where are you taking me? Does Mike know I’m here?”

I had no idea how long we’d been driving but the vehicle made a few turns and then it sounded as if we had pulled onto some sort of gravel surface. We came to a stop. I had slowly wriggled my way to the back of the van or truck-whatever it was. I felt someone approach and I shrank back out was abruptly hauled off my rear and thrown out the door. I braced myself for impact but was caught and then lowered to the ground. As soon as my feet made contact I ripped away from my captor and started running-where I don’t know. I obviously couldn’t see anything so it was no surprise when I tripped and went tumbling down onto my knees, scraping them through my pants. The sobs I had been able to contain all along quickly came to the surface. The hands reached around me, lifting me up and over his shoulder. All I could hear was laughter as I was carried away.

I could hardly breath through my tears as my stomach was compressed over my captor’s shoulder. Snot was starting to run down my face. A door opened, making an echoing noise as we entered a space. I was astonished that these idiots could haul me around so much. I wasn’t exactly a small person. I had long limbs and was on the curvy size of the spectrum. Who are these guys? Body builders?

Finally, I was laid to rest on a cold, metal table. The hood was ripped from my head as I was blinded by an overhead medical light. My heart dropped into my stomach. I could tell there were other people in the room but could not make out faces or features because of the light. I made to stand but was quickly stopped, “Where do you think you’re going little girl?”

“No where?” Little girl? What the fuck? My sobbing had diminished to short sniffles and tears, having been replaced by paralyzing fear.

“We’ve got big plans for you. Inspect the merchandise,” he nodded to his cohort.

“M-merchandise?!”

A man approached and I could see he had a black cloth covering the lower part of his face. He grabbed my wrists and quickly slit the duct tape with a knife. He was wearing black medical gloves. I was so fucked.

My wrists were then buckled to the table and a strip of tape of slapped across my mouth.

“Don’t move!” he growled out.

He took the knife and began slitting my jeans from hem to hip, up both legs. Once they were in shreds, he ripped them from me. Goosebumps broke out as my skin made contact with the cold table and air, that and the profuse amount of sweat I was producing because I was so fucking scared. I was not convinced that this was Mike one single bit.

Next when my shirt and the skimpy bra I was wearing. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I mourned the loss of that favored piece of lingerie. Funny the things that cross your mind in a moment.

I was finally left in just my panties. There were three men surrounding me.

“Let’s take a look at the good stuff,” one of them leered. He quickly pinched my right nipple so hard my eyes watered. He started pawing and squeezing my entire breast while grabbing the nipple on the left one. There was a burning in my throat from the fear and bile rising from my stomach.

Another man grabbed my crotch through my panties. It was nice of them to leave my underwear on I suppose…but for how long? Should I lay here and take it? My ankles were still free. I slowly raised one ankle up, testing but it was immediately slammed back down. One of the men slapped my nipple, “You got somewhere to be, little slut?” He reached for my pussy and shoved one hand inside my panties. He looked up at me, a glint in his eye, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? The little slut is all wet.”

My face broke out in a dark, crimson blush. Embarrassment and humiliation washed through me. How could I possibly be excited at a moment like this?! I cursed my own body- it was such a traitor!

To be continued…

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