Mistress Mir and Sir D dressed in costume at Black BEAT '06

Friday night's after-dungeon party took place in kat and juicy's room directly across the hall from us, and since their room was packed to the gills with people slurping down kat's famous margarita's we had the overflow of people wander into our room. As a result Scourge and I didn't get to sleep until around 5:30am.  Two hours later I was suddenly awakened by the feeling of something powerful pressing down upon me. My instinct was to try to cover my head and I think I screamed. There were no human voices at all, so in my sleepy state I assumed that somehow a wild animal had gotten into our room and was attacking me. I was waiting for Scourge to pull the animal off of my head and save me. I felt him jump off the bed so I knew he was probably in the process of fighting off whatever was on top of me, but time was passing and I was still struggling without his help. Then I realized these were human hands grabbing my wrists and ankles, and I remembered signing that kidnapping consent form. I stopped struggling and relaxed a bit. I figured it would be over in a few minutes so I should just relax so as not to prolong things. I was sadly mistaken again... The entire scene lasted over three hours.

The legendary Mistress Mir

During the first part of the workshop, Mistress Mir and Sir D had discussed several of the countless kidnapping scenarios they had performed in the past, so I had a general idea what would probably take place, although I was unsure how they'd be able to pull off anything too extreme in a crowded hotel without arousing suspicion. I figured they'd be limited to bringing me to a room on the same floor and any type of play/torture would only take place in the room. Wrong again. I was rolled throughout the hotel on a luggage cart, off and on the elevator, through the lobby and parking lot, in and out of a car and left on the balcony of their hotel room. Again I had completely underestimated the depth of knowledge, experience and overall craftiness of these two women.

I counted the *dings* the elevator made on the way down and determined that we exited on the first floor.  At that point I remember being rolled down an incline and I wrongly assumed that we were going out of the back door, but apparently I was taken straight through the lobby. They rolled me down the sidewalk and I could hear the changes in my environment (planes passing overhead, car engines) and feel the temperature differences. I knew the pool was nearby and I was petrified that I would somehow end up falling in and drowning. Each crack in the pavement  made the luggage cart bounce and I had to hold my neck up (as if I was doing an abdominal crunch) so my head wouldn't smash into the cart each time. Every now and then, when they made a turn, the cart would feel as if it was about to tip over and it was extremely unnerving. I heard a car door open and I was lifted up and put into the back of what I assumed was one of those "kidnapper specials", a white utility van with no windows and a dirty bare floor, I was later told it was just a regular SUV, but this is just one example of how your mind fills in the blanks when you are being kidnapped. Mistress Mir sat on top of me and I was driven around the parking lot and up and down the roads near the hotel for about 5-10 minutes. The worst part of this was that there was something over my face and it was getting so hot and humid that I felt like I was going to suffocate and I started to panic and cry. They immediately detected the change in breathing and removed whatever was over my face but I was still feeling panicky.

After we got back to the hotel my captors parked and got out of the truck leaving me alone in the back. I wasn't sure how long they were going to be gone but I was determined to get the hell out of dodge and run top speed back to my hotel room. My fight or flight reflex had kicked in and I was ready to escape.  Since I had been tensed up when they first bound me, I had a bit of slack left when my muscles relaxed and I was able to wiggle enough that I could free my arms from one of the restraints and I had the body bag half off of me and was working on pulling the hood and blindfold off when they realized what I was doing and jumped back into the van (SUV). This was the only time anybody ever spoke to me and I was told in a gravelly, masculine voice, "So you want to play rough, huh?" or something equally villainous. I was quickly secured again and they drove me to the front entrance of the hotel and transferred me to the luggage cart again. While outside I heard police sirens off in the distance. I used my tongue to push the gag as far out of my mouth as I could and loudly mumbled, "They're coming for you!" but I don't think anybody could make out what I was saying. Whenever I made any noise I was smacked on the arms or legs, so I figured it would make more sense to just be quiet.

They brought me back up to the hotel room gave me a quick spanking on the cart and then I was placed into the bathtub that had about 5 inches of cold water in it. I'm very afraid of waterplay and being submerged, so this had me panicky and I believe I started crying a bit. During this time I had various scents placed under my nose... tabasco sauce, cigarette smoke, vicks, and even had something snot-like rubbed inside my mouth. I had no idea what it was but it tasted nasty as hell, stale, and slimy, and I would have spit it out but I thought that'd be in bad form. My main concern was not embarrassing Scourge. I knew and trusted Mistress Mir and Sir D totally and I knew they would never do anything to hurt me but at the same time it was very difficult to stay calm.

Mistress Mir, Sir D and coffee in the bathtub.

In a situation like this, even though you KNOW you are safe, your mind starts to play tricks on you and I wondered, what if they make a mistake? what if there's a freak accident? what if I slip down and drown or suffocate? what if the cart tips over and I break my nose? And as much as I love and respect both of these women I found myself really disliking them at times, so one part of my brain (the fight and flight side) was constantly fighting the other side (relax stupid, you're not in any real danger and they aren't going to do anything extreme to you anyway. Besides, it's Mistress Mir!).  I also found myself resenting Scourge for letting them do this to me but I also knew that he would never place me in any real danger, so it was like a constant battle going on in my head.  After they dumped a bucket of ice down the front of my body bag (and rubbed it in REAL good) I was taken out of the bathtub, stripped and wrapped in gauze. They tried to comfort me at times by stroking me gently but again my mind would not allow me enjoy these sensations. Even though I have always found both of these women to be extremely attractive and desirable I could not separate my feelings from my current predicament. At one point there was a small gap underneath my blindfold and I saw jeans and white sneakers. It had to be Scourge! Knowing he was there comforted me greatly and from then on I was completely relaxed. They put some dry clothes over me, wrapped my hair up and dumped me onto a chair on the balcony. I'm told that Mistress Max Rulz generously provided a chair and blanket for this part of the kidnapping. I was out there on that balcony for what seemed like forever. During that time I meditated, and slept as much as possible.

After almost an hour, I was brought back inside the room, stripped again and mummified with huge lengths of saran wrap. They placed hand towels under my arms and between my legs to minimize friction and sweating under the plastic, then I was loaded back on the luggage cart and wheeled downstairs. I was placed under a table and a fan was blowing on me to keep me cool. I figured I was behind a partition inside one of the conference rooms because I could hear people coming into the room and seating themselves but I had no idea whether they could see me or not. In actuality I was under a table that was covered with a huge white tablecloth and nobody knew I was under there, except for my captors.

Mistress Mir, Sir D and Smartypants pose near their victim.

The workshop attendees passed right by the table on their way in without knowing I was laying underneath. I meditated some more and tried to sleep a bit, I have no idea how long I was under there. The workshop began with Mistress Mir explaining that they had kidnapped somebody, and then she walked to the back of the room and physically dragged me from under the table. The friction of the carpet on my back was tremendous and I panicked again, sure that my back was about to spontaneously combust into a massive fireball (it didn't). As I was dragged from underneath the table I heard several audible gasps from the crowd. I was lifted onto a table in front of the group, and with the lights dimmed, my captors cut off the saran wrap, took off my blindfold and then wrapped me in a bathrobe. The first thing I had to do was pee, so Smartypants walked me to nearest bathroom and then we returned to the workshop. In all actuality I was totally out of it, and people were asking me questions which, at the time, I just really was not capable of answering. I was allowed to go sit near Scourge until the workshop was over and then I hurried upstairs to shower and change for the group luncheon. Scourge and I had to present awards to several attendees, so there was no time for me to really think about what had occurred until later. I was starving so I wolfed down lunch and then during the luncheon Scourge and I were presented with the Vi Johnson award, which was extremely emotional for me, so needless to say I was totally in a daze at that point.

Mistress Mir and Smartypants hoisting coffee onto a table during the workshop.

Afterwards, the one thing people kept asking me is, "Did you like it?".  It's a tough question to answer. On the one hand it was such an honor to be a part of a scene of this magnitude with, of all people, the legendary Mistress Mir and Sir D.  This is something I'll be able to talk about and remember fondly for the rest of my life. Mistress Mir is one of the women I respect most in the black bdsm community. She is a diva, a legend, a celebrity. She has reached a status that most Dommes can only dream of coming close to achieving in this lifestyle. On the other hand, I am one of those subs who does not enjoy scening with anybody except their own Sir, so again it was a total conflict going on in my head. A mindf*ck to rival all mindf*cks.

Scourge said I seemed somewhat indifferent during the workshop, especially with the responses I attempted to make, but in all actuality I was just trying to hold it together and not start crying like a baby. Your mind becomes flooded with so many thoughts after a scene like this, and my coping mechanism was to push back all my emotions, so that on the outside it may have appeared that I was unaffected, but internally I was having a mini mental meltdown. There was no time for aftercare since as soon as it was over we had to rush to get ready for the luncheon. In hindsight I wish there had been more time for me to come down and rest. I felt like I could have slept about 12 hours after this scene. It was an extremely powerful experience for me.

Some things I found out afterwards:

-I found out that after my captors had snatched me from my room, Scourge promptly rolled over, stretched out, and went back to sleep, only waking 10 minutes before the actual workshop began. His level of trust in Mistress Mir and Sir D was so totally encompassing that he did not once have any concerns regarding my well being. He had no part in the kidnapping other than handing over the room key the night before. I'm still not sure if the brief glimpse of jeans and sneakers I saw during the kidnapping, that I assumed was Scourge,  was just my mind playing tricks on me or not.

-The slimy substance rubbed inside my mouth was actually salsa, a food I enjoy immensely when not bound and blindfolded in a tub of ice water. Why my mind was not able to identify it as salsa at the time is still a total mystery.

-I was told that one of the reasons I was selected is because of my size. When you have a person bound and they are unable to use their legs and arms for leverage it is extremely difficult to move them. They basically become dead weight and it does take several people to move them from one location to another, so the fact that I was the smallest volunteer, and also that I was not a total stranger to my captors, played a major part in why I was selected as a victim.

-I found out that one of the hotel maintenance men had spotted my kidnappers rolling around the cart and although he was uncertain what was going on, he was suspicious of their behavior and was vigilant enough to follow them upstairs to their room and wait around in the hallway to see what would happen next.

-One of the black BEAT attendees saw me out on the balcony and assumed I had spent a little bit too much time at the dungeon the night before and was out on the balcony trying to sleep it off.

-I was told Scourge's first instinct was to jump off the bed and reach out to pull me away from them before he realized what was happening. Knowing his first response was to protect me, means more to me than anybody will ever know. 

If you are considering being involved in a kidnapping scene, there are the 12 essential steps Mistress Mir and Sir D recommended during their workshop:

1. Realize that this is advanced play, not for novices.

2. You must have accomplices. This is a scene too great for one person to attempt alone. At least one accomplice should know first aid.

3. You should know as much about your victim  as possible. (personal history, turn-on's, health considerations, etc)

4. You must first plan every detail from start to finish. Every single aspect must be planned and you must be prepared for unexpected detours in your plans.

5. Rehearse with accomplices before hand. Physically walk through all steps. Plan a theme if you intend to have one.

6. Mentally rehearse and work out bugs by talking through your plans and considering alternatives. You must have a plan B.

7. Organize all equipment before the kidnapping and make sure it is in good working order.

8. Initiate contact with victim. The victim should be totally unaware of the time and place they will be captured.

9. Execute kidnapping.  Remember safety factors involved in transport of victim. Do not draw attention to yourself in public situations.

10. Holding time. During holding, often physically check victim for signs of unwanted distress.

11. Release victim. Return the victim to a safe place or leave them to find their way home on their own safely. Never leave a victim in public unclothed or bound. Use good judgment in public venues. Keep the kidnapping in controlled areas.

12. De-briefing. Re-initiate contact with victim after release so you can share experiences, answer questions and give aftercare.