Melody stood with her back to the refrigerator. She was staring down the barrel of the intruder's handgun, a weapon equipped with a long, and no doubt effective, silencer. She wanted to demand how he got in her apartment. But the gun seemed to have the right of speaking first. She noted the man’s weasley-looking moustache. [...]

That day, five days ago, when Martin Porter disappeared from the shopping mall not far from his office, two policewomen had approached him. He had just finished a dispiriting lunch of chicken balls and chop suey, half of which remained uneaten on his styrofoam plate.

"Excuse me sir, I see you're eating . . . " [...]

Our hero Martin arrives at the headquarters of the Abduction Company and enters into a new relationship with himself and his captors. Is he willing? Will he find his true love here, or has Melody been lost to him for good? Meet the Head Mistress of the organization and imagine what direction the story will take from here. 

Melody arrives at the head office of the Abduction Company – after being kidnapped long ago, in Part One. Now she must search for Martin, with no one willing to help her. She struggles with her affectionate maid Amber and must decide what to do about Amber’s subtle pressure to to become her delicious domina. What does the Abduction Company want from Melody? Our heroine witnesses more kinkiness than she thought possible in single day.

After a brief continuation of Part Four, events preceding Melody’s kidnapping are portrayed. Also, we explore more of the Abduction Company’s premises and follow Martin through his first full day in thrall. Rising, restraint, and pony training are our themes as Martin learns to love cock chastity and to follow where his training in submission leads.

After a brief continuation of Part Four, events preceding Melody’s kidnapping are portrayed. Also, we explore more of the Abduction Company’s premises and follow Martin through his first full day in thrall. Rising, restraint, and pony training are our themes as Martin learns to love cock chastity and to follow where his training in submission leads.

How Melody suffers for her search of the men’s prison section!

Our dear Head Mistress shows off her management techniques and reveals some of her past. The mystery of why Melody and Martin were abducted comes into view. This episode sets up the reader to enter – in part eight – an extraordinary world of BDSM expertise: academic, practical, and most of all: fun. Let us say part seven is required reading for all students . . .  

Inside were some things Moustache had taken from her apartment the afternoon she was kidnapped: her chastity belt with the vaginal and anal probes, steel shackles with locks, one of her corsets, two ballgags (one white, one red) on leather straps, two kinds of nipple clamps, a dildo, a medium sized butt plug, and two different men’s chastity cages. [...]

Inside were some things Moustache had taken from her apartment the afternoon she was kidnapped: her chastity belt with the vaginal and anal probes, steel shackleswith locks, one of her corsets, two ballgags (one white, one red) on leather straps, two kinds of nipple clamps, a dildo, a medium sized butt plug, and two different men’s chastity cages. [...]

A young constable sat behind the main desk. He was reading a red, leather-bound book. His cell phone sat to his left, within reach on the desktop. His gun and holster were partly visible to his right. Too young to be an officer, Francis thought. Possibly he was minding the phones while more the senior cops were out. [...]

Destiny waited for an elevator. She’d showered and changed into grey slacks and a dark blue blouse. Underneath she wore one of her dark purple bras. New clothes always filled her with hope. But her hair undid the feeling: ten minutes in front of the mirror, trying this, trying that. It was no use. It had to be washed, styled and set.

Mistress Destiny had completed three concurrent courses at Northern University. With these credits and the hopeful attitude she expressed in her covering letter, she applied to obtain certification as a marriage counsellor from the provincial licencing body. In addition to her recent course work, Evelyn Talbot – for she was using her real name with the authorities – presented her transcripts from three years of university-level Divinity and Psychology studies.

Melody rapped on the dark oak door of Mistress Stephanie’s suite. She had spent the last thirty minutes in the Warden’s office in the second sub-basement, beside the Men’s Prison section – waiting for her second day of tutoring with Head Mistress. The Warden had found two prisoners for Stephanie’s use and they too had sat for slightly less time that morning, side by side on a metal bench, their wrists locked behind them in Peerless police-grade steel handcuffs.

Two weeks ago, Destiny had been in this very boardroom. It had been packed with managers and executives. She’d been crammed into a corner but had the benefit of witnessing Abduction Company’s deliberations after Head Mistress Stephanie had disappeared. Today, it was almost empty; she stood at the head of the table. A young woman in a light blue latex dress was distributing papers, manuals and contracts, laying them out across an expanse of dark, luxurious woods.

Frances Purley had attended his first “Pleasure Dresser” in 1996, on Hallowe’en. There had been eighteen guests in all. Fetish dress was mandatory and that meant something more exotic than blue jeans and a leather jacket. For years afterward, Frances had replayed that event in his memory, recalling every guest and every outfit they wore. The night had become a tantalizing promise for him: evidence there were others who loved bondage and submission, and purely sexual clothes. That there were others in his own city, who felt as he did; that the desires of Frances Purley need not only be a fantasy.