Alice Malice Elite Abductress

You don’t know where.
You don’t know when.
You don’t know how.
By you do know….why.

At some unspecified moment over the next seven days and nights you’ll be taken captive by a stunning assailant and her accomplices. Deprived of everything you’ve taken for granted, you’ll have no choice as to what mental and physical sensations or predicaments to which you’ll be subjected. Rest assured, it will be as scary as it is exhilarating, and as arousing as it is disorientating.

So…..my cowering little victim….

Am I behind you right now following your every footstep or are you simply under the surveillance and scrutiny of my kinky accomplices? Will you be summoned under duress, or bundled into the back of a van? Will your worst fears or your wildest fantasies come to fruition during your time in my captivity?

Will you regain consciousness in an abandoned bunker with only an icy draft and a flickering strip-light for company? Or perhaps you’ll awake to the scent of sweet spices, erotically bound in the most decadent dungeon?

Will it be a slap to your face which drags your from your disorientated slumber or merely the sadistic smile of your alluring abductress as I size you up and exploit your most primal weaknesses.

Will you be able to move a single muscle before the ropes bite into your wrists and ankles? Will you be able to breath through the hessian hood on your head? And will you be able to resist my wicked and deviant attempts to break you?

Perhaps you’ll be the most cooperative hostage in history…as if you have any other option. Be warned, Stockholm Syndrome is a serious side-effect of such a situation.

There will be no clocks, no phones, and no cries for help….not until I have truly exhausted your worth. And if you’re truly worthless, well then you’re in serious trouble.

As I boarded the outbound flight to America last year, my target was truly in my sights. A two continent, multiple Mistress, no-expense-spared BDSM-based kidnap – well that’s truly the stuff of fantasies for a cruel and calculating Mistress such as myself. Would you…could you survive such a high-octane adventure?

My inescapable and inimitable gloved clutches await.

N.B. No kidnaps without full and explicit consent. What irony?