Kidnapped

As a man of considerable wealth, I used my money and influence to pay off quite a few bribes and got the pleasure of being Iggy Azalea's limo driver. She did a show in New York, so I picked her up after she had showered in her dressing room. She was wearing a plush bathrobe, and I couldn't tell what was under it. Her long hair was in a braid and coiled on top of her head, and she wore four inch platform shoes. She said nothing to me as I let her in the limo.

I got into the limo, and she closed the tinted glass barrier between the front of the limo and the back. I clicked on the intercom. "There's some cold spring water in the fridge, Miss Azalea," I said. "Imported from France." I flipped on a small screen below the dash. It was a live feed from the back. I watched Azalea reach for fridge and pull out one of the bottles of imported spring water. I watched her uncap it and take a long swig.

I smiled smugly, knowing the water was **** with a powerful sedative. I drove through the crowded Manhattan streets, being in no rush to get close to my rider's hotel. Fifteen minutes later, she was passed out.

I drove to New Jersey and into a warehouse. From the outside, it appeared abandoned, but on the inside, it had been transformed into a plush condo. After parking the limo in the garage, two of my men took Azalea. I got out and went to a bedroom where I changed out of my driver's uniform and into a comfortable pair of chinos and madras shirt. I left the bedroom and walked to the room where Iggy had been taken.

Iggy was in a "game room." She was bent over padded leather table with her wrists tied to the table legs. Her upper body was on top of the table, and her ankles were tied to the table legs opposite the table legs her wrists were tied to. She was naked, and she had a ball gag affixed to her. Her hair had been let down and tied to a rope which held her head up.

I looked around the room. There were paddles, dildos, anal plugs, various gags, shackles, handcuffs, and blindfolds hanging from the wall. I walked over and took down a vibrating, remote controlled anal plug. I lubed it with heating rub and walked over and shoved it up Iggy's surprisingly tight rectum. I smacked her generous backside a few times then walked over to a plush chair positioned in front of her. I sat down and pressed the button on the remote.

Iggy moaned a bit.