Have Jayne kidnapped and bought to your new punishment room

The planning had to be completed soon.. and I needed help to pull it off. It didnt take long for me to get the right contacts online.. and money talked. I used my business as a front for the large expenditures, constructing a top of the range office at my new luxury home, whilst at the same time outfitting the punishment cell in the cellar.

Every toy, every device I had ever seen in BDSM films was ordered for the large room, delivered to various locations in the Uk, and then shipped to my house by my contacts. The cell was sound proofed, heat shielded, electronically shielded.. The plans for my house foundations were radically altered to show that any underground rooms were impossible due to the foundations of the house being unsuitable, and the plans swapped for any originals the local councils and the original architechs may have. To all intents and purposes the room did not and could not exist.

I spent most of the two weeks that this occurred with a painful erection.. as every piece of equipment was delivered I could see her plump writhing body, could hear her screams, her pitiful unheard screams.

Those two weeks cost me more than I expected, but at the end I had done such a great cover up, that I could see me getting away with it thanks to advice from my new contacts.. and now the most dangerous part of my plan was to take shape.

I had Jayne followed for those two weeks, her entire routine mapped out.. she didnt go out much these days, poor girl, had no contact with her family.. and then fate stepped in.. I found out that Jayne had handed her notice in, and had bought a round the world ticket and was just going to leave to travel... perfect!

The trap was about to be set and two weeks later as Jayne left her house to go to the airport it was sprung. She had sold her car and had hired a travel company to take her to the airport. It was quite easy to cancel that appointment, arrange for a fake Jayne to start the trip with fake passport and tickets, and respray a car with the travel company logo to pick up Jayne.

The fake Jayne was to travel to America for the first stage of her trip and then just vanish, leave a cold trail for any searches to follow. My mind still boggled at what I was planning to do..

ON the travel day, I was waiting at home, nervous whilst my darker contacts carried out the nasty business, I had requested that as opposed to a subtle bring in I wanted her scared shitless.. the 'taxi' was to experience a break down and a family carrier was sent out to meet them as a replacement (and confuse any trail).. the famly carrier had blackened windows, and when Jayne got in the back, she would have seen the 4 masked men waiting inside.. I breathed heavily with lust as I imagined the horror, the fear as they jumped out and manhandled her into the back of the van, holding her arms and legs, covering her mouth and rendering her totally helpless.

The journey was to take several hours, and in that time I wanted the men to talk dirty, put their darkest sexual imagining into words and whisper them to her, menacingly.. yet not to touch her sexually in anyway.

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Yet I would not see any of this, I waited in my home with baited breath, for my sweet princess to arrive and at the designated time I heard a car pull up, heard my garage door open, the car drive in, and the door close.

I went out to the garage, and saw her... my heart leapt as I saw her shivering, blindfolded and gagged form on the floor, and for the meerest moment my resolve softened, but then my urges won over, and the dark side overcame me completely..

I handed the large sums of cash to the men, who names I did not want to know, whos faces I did not want to see, they got in the car and left..all as agreed..

and I was then alone.. with her.. and she was helpless. I reached into her bag and saw her mobile was still on.. my heart missed a beat.. if anyone called her they would be able to get the last signal location.. but a quick check of the display showed no missed calls... out of curiosity I check the call register.. nothing for weeks, the last call was from work.. I checked her messages.. she had sent texts to her mum days earlier, but had had no reply.. it was perfect.. I turn off the phone, put it on the floor and stamped on it.

I saw Jayne flinch at the sound and mumble over the gag.. and then I started to laugh.. I threw her over my shoulder and took her to her new home in the basement..

Her punishment was due to begin, and I was at a loss on how to start...