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Kidnapping and BDSM plan for a gay masochist - Gitefétichistes - 29 Aug 2025
Paul is a submissive gay masochist who dreamed of experiencing a hellish BDSM kidnapping scenario. When he read that he could experience this type of scenario at the fetish guesthouse, he contacted TSM. As their exchanges progressed, Paul opened up and told him everything he would like to experience.
His requests included food deprivation, water deprivation, uncomfortable restraints lasting for hours, sleep deprivation, suffering from the cold while completely naked, exhibitionism and hardcore BDSM. It's always easy to do this virtually behind a computer...
‘Just that...’ replied Malicia when TSM told his wife.
‘Another guy with fantasies who's going to waste my time. I'm going to make him pay for the fetish lodge rental if he wants to continue chatting. That'll calm him down!’ replied TSM, sending her the association's registration form. He added that since it had been a long time since he had had fun with a gay man, he would like the guy to be serious.
The following week, Paul had sent back the registration form, chosen the date and paid the €450 by bank transfer + €100 for food and nappies!
‘He accepts his fantasies and has the courage of his convictions!’ TSM told his wife. It's going to be a hot week, I can feel I'm going to have a blast!
It's going to be a very long week for you!
No, a kidnapping plan doesn't mean I'm going to look after him 24/7. Kidnappers don't look after the people they've kidnapped, they just give them food and drink when they feel like it. Don't worry, sweetheart, our life won't be too disrupted and he won't take up all my time, but I'm going to spoil him, if you know what I mean...
As a precaution and to avoid problems, TSM asked Paul to send an email summarising everything he really wanted to experience during his holiday at the fetishist guesthouse.
He also asked him about his limits, his taboos and whether he had any health concerns or medication to take.
..........
When fantasies become reality! (But without danger)
When he arrived at the fetish guesthouse by taxi, Paul was invited into the reception room to finalise the administrative details. Less than a minute later, his head was pushed down onto the table and he was handcuffed. A thick cloth bag was placed over his head, depriving him of his sight. Standing upright and pressed against a wall, Paul, less proud than he had been behind his screen, felt TSM unzip his trousers and pull them down with his knickers.
‘Take off your shoes!’ TSM ordered, holding him against the wall with his hand firmly around his neck.
His trousers, knickers and shoes remained in the reception room, and so it was in his socks and blindfolded that he was led to the dungeon. As soon as he entered, TSM put a chain around his neck, which he locked with a padlock before attaching it to the electric winch with a large carabiner. When the winch began to rise and strangle him, Paul became truly frightened.
‘I'm going to take off your handcuffs and you're going to finish undressing. If you try to free yourself, I'll hang you!’
Needless to say, Paul didn't try anything!
He removed the last remaining piece of fabric. He didn't resist when TSM put him in a straitjacket before lowering the winch hook to unhook him and lay him down on the cold floor. A chain and padlocks were placed around his ankles with very little slack to allow him to take small steps.
‘Welcome to the fetishists' lodge!’ TSM said with his offbeat humour before telling him that they were going to visit the green park.
The word ‘visit’ is not very appropriate since Paul still had a black bag over his head. So, with small steps, they left the dungeon, passed by the swimming pool and then onto the terrace to reach the lawn. Invited to lie down, Paul almost fell, but TSM caught him just in time.
‘It's time for a welcome drink, stay lying on your back!’ TSM told him as he removed the black bag.
The sun made him squint, but it didn't stop him from seeing that TSM had a large BDSM whip in his hand and was unfastening his trousers. Paul immediately understood what was going to happen and opened his mouth. Without hesitation, TSM urinated on Paul's face, aiming for his mouth. Delighted, he tried to drink as much as possible, not because he was really thirsty, but because it was part of his fetish. The Master of the house had not forgotten this.
After placing his foot on Paul's chest, TSM began to whip Paul's penis, which was beginning to ‘grow’.
‘You've made two mistakes. You've wasted my champagne and you're getting hard without permission. Where do you think you are, you bastard?’ shouted TSM, whipping the penis moderately, which, instead of shrinking, grew to its full size!
The intensity of the lashes increased and, reflexively, even though he liked it, Paul turned on his side. His buttocks became a prime target for the highly motivated leather straps... A few minutes later, after receiving a couple of slaps, he was tied to a tree and left there.
THREE HOURS LATER
Paul had finally fallen asleep when TSM woke him up with a whip. Using a dog leash, he was gently guided to the orchard and asked to squat down to defecate in order to make fertiliser. After a couple of slaps, he was finally convinced to forget what little modesty he had left. Once back in the building, he was washed with a jet of water instead of toilet paper.
Following a well-established procedure, Paul found himself hanging by his neck from the winch hook so that the straitjacket could be removed. Indeed, when you are hanging by your neck and far from the remote control, you don't try to escape! TSM passed the handcuffs through the neck chain and locked them onto Paul's wrists before unhooking him.
Quickly pushed onto the bed in the Love Room, Paul had to lift his legs so that TSM could put a nappy on him. To prevent it from slipping or coming off during the night, it was reinforced with several layers of packing tape.
‘On your knees, bitch, it's cocktail hour!’
Without hesitation, TSM took out his cock and put it in Paul's mouth, warning him that if his precious champagne was wasted, the whip in hard mode would make him regret it. Needless to say, Paul applied himself and, though we shouldn't say it, savoured this nectar of the Master! Pushed into the cage under the bed in the Love Room, he had to take his place in this 4-star bed for submissives. Once the cage was closed, TSM left the premises to join his wife and spend a quiet evening.
What Paul discovered during the night was that a timer turned on a spotlight and a magic wand vibrator stuck in a tin can. Suffice to say that the light and noise every hour for fifteen-minute sessions did not make for a peaceful night's sleep, especially without having eaten since the morning.
Contrary to what most people might think, Paul often got hard in his bed during what we might call a ‘special’ night. In his eyes, this lodging was better than a four-star hotel.
To keep this text from getting too long, I'll just tell you about the highlights of Paul's week-long holiday.
The next day, he was put in a chastity cage and forced to impale himself on the spring-mounted wooden horse in the garden. He remained there for several hours, even when the gardener (a friend) came to mow the lawn.
He spent an afternoon (during the Master's nap) shackled to the St. Andrew's cross with weights attached to his balls and nipples. Needless to say, the removal of the nipple clamps was painful...
He spent a difficult (divine?) night shackled to the bed in the Love Room. A Magic Wand vibrator was wedged between his nappy and the plastic pants, which were put on to protect the bed. Plugged into the timer, it vibrated intermittently on the nappy and --> on the chastity cage. With a large plug in his bum, he only peed in his nappy.
He spent some time under the commode chair for another round of champagne and a thorough arse licking, conditioned by a whip on his balls, before being allowed to eat hard bread once he was released.
The release from his period of abduction was not sad! It was done as follows:
Chain around his neck with handcuffs locked inside.
Legs bent over by ropes.
A weight attached to his chastity cage.
A treasure hunt to find the keys to the handcuffs.
So he had to move around like a dog to find a piece of paper telling him that the keys were in the dungeon. His knees and elbows suffered a little, but he just had to take his time.
The removal of his chastity cage on the last day of Paul's holiday: a big TSM frenzy.
Paul discovered that everything is negotiable at the fetishist lodge. To retrieve the keys to his chastity cage, he had to agree to be handcuffed behind his back. TSM then inflated a balloon and tied it to the poor submissive's balls. He then learned that the keys to the chastity cage were at the bottom of the pool.
The reader should know that with your hands handcuffed behind your back, it is very difficult to grab anything at the bottom of the pool. If, on top of that, a balloon is attached to your precious parts, it is even more difficult. Lying on a deckchair, TSM and Malicia watched him struggle for nearly an hour. As Paul couldn't manage it, the sadist introduced him to the joys of water bondage to help him. (Note: an adult standing in the pool at the fetishist's holiday home cannot drown, even with their hands handcuffed).
On the last day, Paul gladly agreed to experience a TSM whipping session. When the latter used his eight whips at the same time, Paul discovered subspace. Lying on the floor, it took him over an hour to come to his senses.
Delighted and in good health, albeit a little streaked by the whips, he was very sad to leave when he hit the road again on Saturday.
END
This story is true. I have slightly romanticised it rather than giving a factual account.
The name ‘Paul’ is not the person's real name. At his request, no photos were taken. This is also part of respecting taboos.
The fetishist guesthouse really exists and is located in northern Spain.