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The monkey's comments are in italics.

After dinner, the monkey tried on a new blindfold I had gotten him, and it just looked stunning along with the rest of his outfit. I had him look around the interior of the car for a roll of duct tape that's usually around there, but we couldn't find it, so I just had him sit quietly, as I drove, speaking in a slight drawl, roleplaying only slightly that I'd just picked him up, hitchhiking, trying to set a scene. (This all felt a bit cheesy until I was slapped across the face for talking back. Not being able to see it coming definitely made it more shocking, and I took it more seriously after that).

I let him know that I had a (sexual) purpose for him, and that if he cooperated, he might just get out of this alive.

We drove for a while. The monkey was expecting me to head home. I headed...somewhere else. When I screeched to a stop, had the monkey take off her seatbelt, and pulled her out of the van (blindfold still on) (causing me to sadly kick my leftover pasta out of the car, which I was informed of later), and threw her down, violently, to the wet grass, laying on her back, maybe then she realized we weren't at home.

Maybe it was the few moments of contemplation I gave her.

Maybe it was the sound of the parkway, nearby, cars happily whizzing by at 60 or more. (This definitely scared me. That was when I really knew something was going to happen.)

Either way, I pulled her miniskirt up, and began to poke, prod, and play. She began to object, (I don't remember objecting!) and I told her: "Another word, and I've got a rock here that I can put to your skull. You'll get me off whether you're conscious or not." (I remember THAT part though. Apparently he actually was holding a rock, I learned later.)

And then I got right down to it: I pulled her underwear aside, and I [consensually! Read that LJ admins!] raped her. I finished, and told her to get back in the fucking car. (Which I had some trouble doing, as I was still blindfolded and very much out of sorts.)

We drove to a nearby computer, where I managed to print out the coupon for those cuffs I had intended to buy earlier that evening.

Throughout the night, my pet seemed slightly dazed (very appropriate word for how I felt then), as though the whole experience had been surreal (not surreal per se, but this sort of thing has never happened to me before. I wouldn't call it subspace, but I was feeling deeply submissive and just very- I guess "small" is the best word I can think of to describe it). I was, at several points, legitimately concerned that I had played "too hard too soon", but the monkey expressed that she had in fact enjoyed it, and wanted to do more of this.

We proceeded back to the adult shop to pick up the cuffs (which I am sure we will photograph and put up in a future post) and the sales kid seemed to be doing a lot of paperwork with our purchase. As it turns out, although the price we were quoted was $79, the *scanned* price was $160, so in order to cover his own ass, the kid had to like, photocopy the price tag, etc etc. Total price was around $62.

The cuffs are gorgeous, but have a few flaws to them I don't like: they're fur-lined, which is difficult to clean, sheds, and can chafe a bit MORE than straight well-made leather. Also, apparently, one of the buckles was put on backwards, which makes one of the cuffs a serious pain in the ass to get off. (I've got plans to have the rivet popped and the buckle put right, shouldn't cost more than a few dollars).

So, this morning, while the house fell empty, the Monkey and I crawled into our private dungeon and I put him in his cage: a fairly basic large dog affair from Petco . He was in there for what I felt was a good 45 minutes, basking in the glow of (if you read the entry before this one, that he wrote on the subject) being a sub-at-ease, with no privileges, but no responsibility, in a place and time where his entire universe fits inside a dog cage.

After he came out, we were cuddling, and he expressed a desire to travel caged: the cage simply loaded in the back of my van, and he locked securely inside it (the legality of such a thing notwithstanding). He's always had some kidnap fantasies, and I decided to present a scenario to him to egg that along.

Envision a road trip...

I'd fit him with a special collar, one that would have a conditioned set of behaviors, specifically: while wearing this collar, he was to act as though his life were in danger, specifically, he would be acting as though at the termination of this trip, he'd be killed, thus, his goal would be to "escape" beforehand. If he didn't take every possible opportunity (and I'd make sure some presented themselves), it would mean legitimate punishment at the end. (Of course, nobody would *actually* die).

Now, normally, for a kidnap victim, the most sane choice would be to call the police and wait for them to arrive. In lieu of this, I'd come up with an alternate scenario: he'd have to get away from his captors, dial an 800-number, specially set up for this, and *after* that, manage to avoid being re-taken for 20 minutes.

Now, there's various ways this could play out, and they lend themselves to a lot of fun. For example, on my team, I'd want at least one female (thus avoiding the obvious hiding place of the girl's room). There's the assumption that we'd have to eat, which would mean either feeding her in the car, or discreetly restraining her to another of us, and keeping her in-line that way. If this was a longer-distance road trip, there could be a hotel stay involved. Of course, the assailants would have resources like radios, binoculars, and possibly even a tracking device on the kidnapee if it became necessary. The kidnapee would have, of course, only her wits and the clothing on her back.

If the monkey managed to escape, of course, the level of force used against her would be generally up to her. We wouldn't hesitate to use real-world restraints (carefully, of course). Real rope, real cuffs, real duct tape if it came down to the monkey deciding to be noisy. As far as actually re-capturing him, it could be as simple as a two-hand-touch rule, or it could be as *real* as having to wrestle her to the ground, and drag her back to the car. I suppose, in-game, the assumption could be that there's a ransom in play, that of course won't help if she's hurt.

One of the other very important rules of course is that the monkey would have to sign a hold-harmless agreement against her would-be-assailants, and that the monkey would have to step out of character in the event that a "muggle" interfered with an attack of misplaced chivalry. She'd have to explain it as an elaborate role playing game, fraternity initiation, or something similar. Beyond that, however, the expectation is that she'd be treated like a kidnapee: roughly, without respect, and with caution.

I presented the above scenario to the Monkey, and he said "but it's not in my nature to resist". I smiled at him and reminded him that, in this case, if he didn't take *every possible* opportunity to try and "save himself", I would make sure he didn't forget it later. "That IS a powerful motivator," He admitted to me.

It's a pretty hardcore scenario, but I think it could be fun if done properly. Comments screened, and welcome.