My name is Ford. Ford like the truck, not the car. That’ll give you an idea of what I look like. I’m a mechanic by trade, having learned that I was good with my hands while in the Air Force, wrenching on helicopters. I was smart enough to fly them, but didn’t care to. They figured they wouldn’t waste talent and I eventually became an officer supervising the repair operations on a large base out west. I did my time, got paid OK, learned a lot and split for greener pastures. While I loved the structure and discipline of the service, I wanted to do my own thing, start my own shop somewhere. I enjoyed the power over my subordinates, but hated when the Colonel pushed me around.
One of the best things that happened to me in the AF was meeting Danielle. She worked under me at the A-10 shop, and was sharp as a tack. Small, brown haired, good figure, a real head turner, she was a real asset to my crew. Smart, brash, but followed orders perfectly. It wasn’t long before I hit on her, and it wasn’t long after that when she politely informed me she preferred blondes of the female variety. Oh, well, don’t ask don’t tell. I asked, and she told. A week later she sucked me off in the back of a chopper, but told me it was strictly for her own ‘educational’ purposes. I gave her the same excuse when I blew her a week later.

We became fast friends and shared a lot. One night after drinking she discovered my stash of German S&M porn. I couldn’t tear her away from the TV for days. For weeks after that she had a far-off look in her eyes and proceeded to fuck-up almost every project she touched. She was a good mechanic and her new-found incompetence was gonna bring the Colonel down on us hard. After her final royal fuck-up I couldn’t contain my anger. I grabbed her arm and dragged her to my private office. To my great surprise, she dropped to the floor on her knees and begged me to discipline her. I smiled to myself as I pulled off my belt. I couldn’t say I was completely surprised. Danielle turned sub to me, but Domme to her girlfriends. We played a lot, bought a lot of toys, and fucked every sub woman on the base, together, then individually. When one of them turned out to be the Colonel’s wife, we got discharged ahead of time. Three weeks later we started our own garage, specializing in high performance sports cars. She brought in the dyke crowd, I worked on the flyboy’s Corvettes, Beemers, and assorted Italian superbikes.

One week we were cruising the internet BDSM sites and recognized a face. She had brought in her car a week earlier, and Danielle tuned it for her. Now here her pic was on SubChick.com with a ‘mild’ interest in rape and kidnap fantasies.

We parked the white van around the back of the house and I went thru the bedroom window. I wore my stealth assault gear, black from head to toe, boots, gloves, and carried a satchel with my tools. I booted up her computer and snooped around a bit, noting emails to friends, personal schedules, bank accounts, porno stash. Thank god for the internet - porno’s not just for guys anymore. And she had gigabytes worth.

As she puttered around the house I hid in the shadows. Eventually she made her way to the office and sat at the computer. I came out of the shadow. "So, you're into BDSM, huh?"

She looked great in her T-shirt and shorts. Her breasts high and firm, and her nips pushing thru the cotton told me she was horny already from anticipating a nite with her online friends. But this was real, and unexpected. Scary and not safe. She froze as I came forward, then inhaled for a scream. I popped her a quick rabbit punch to the gut that doubled her over to the floor before she could let it out. She coughed, tried to catch her breath. I had plastic cuff-ties around her hands and legs before she could resist and worked methodically to bring her arms behind her, and strapped them to her ankles in a neat hog-tie. I pulled her head up by her hair and by brute force jammed a ball gag deep in her mouth and buckled it tightly.

Now I could relax a bit. I walked to the kitchen and got a beer. I called Dani in the van and gave her an update. I picked up the cat and stroked its ears. Made a sandwich. Thirty minutes later I want back to the office.

Ms. Steel’s eyes were wide and followed me as I came back into the room and sat down at her computer. She had struggled against the plastic binds, but got nowhere fast. Her hair was damp now, eyes red from crying. Her tee-shirt rode up revealing her beautiful midriff. I pulled out my camera and snapped a few shots of her on the floor. I pulled up her shirt and admired her breasts. A few more shots this way. I left her with her shirt over her head and pulled down her shorts to reveal her sexy underwear. More shots. I pulled down her panties to reveal her smooth pussy. More shots. She probably shaved herself daily, playing with her hairless cunt,. I left her like that and sat down at the computer and quickly loaded the pics onto her website profile. I sat back and smiled. Now her profile read: ‘extreme’ interest in kidnap fantasies. My cell phone rang. Dani was tired of playing with her pussy solo while I had all the fun.