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It was a quiet day in Hebden Bridge, Mr. Jones was slightly bored and if truth be told, a little horny. The polished wooden racks of Messrs Jones Mens Outfitters gleamed in the afternoon sun; the drawers containing shirts, ties, scarves and other assorted accoutrements looked splendid. The smell of polish weaved with the crisp odour of cotton and silk, it was something that never failed to please Mr. Jones.

His reminiscences were rudely broken by the bell of the shop's door ringing, the sunlight framing a young man who paused at the door as if he had forgotten why he was entering.

Mr. Jones studied the young gentleman, partly sizing his frame for a three-piece suit and partly for whether he was kidnappable...

Kidnap-ability, was as Mr. Jones was often to reflect on over a gin & tonic, hard to define. The victim, male or female, didn't just have to be capable of being subdued; but probably more importantly they had to possess a certain something. That small facet of personality that suggested to Mr. Jones that they were susceptible to his unique charms...

The young man closed the door, the bell ringing again and disturbing the silence that had previously existed within the hallowed environs of Messrs Jones Mens Outfitters. He stepped forward, slightly hesitant, his tall frame encased in a pair of clean jeans and a rugby shirt, short sleeved. The air conditioning in the shop raised goosebumps on the youth's arms.

Mr. Jones enquired as to whether he could help the young man.

The youth replied in the affirmative, explaining that his mother had sent to him to Mr. Jones's emporium for a new pair of trousers.

Mr. Jones learned that the young man was named Peter and he was 21. Through the use of a tape measure, Peter's measurements were noted and several pairs of trousers selected. Peter was steered to the rear of the shop and one of the two changing rooms. Mr. Jones closed the curtain and instructed Peter to call if he needed any help.

Leaving Peter to master the intricacies of several pairs of trousers and their respective hangers, Mr. Jones made his way to the shop's front door. He paused and studied the High Street, a few late afternoon shoppers wandered up and down but no-one seemed to be heading his way. Quietly and carefully, he closed the uppermost bolt on the door and then the lower one, before heading to one of the polished wooden drawers on the side behind a glass case containing a selection of handkerchiefs.

From the drawer he removed four silk ties, from the case two large men's handkerchiefs and from an adjacent drawer a fine pair of black leather gloves. Mr. Jones's impeccably cut tweed suit had been made for him about two years ago, his tailor if he had been measuring him this afternoon, might have detected a slight bulge in his inside leg; but apart from that nothing would seem amiss. Mr. Jones slowly drew the gloves on and watched the curtain covering the entrance to the changing room.

Collecting the ties and handkerchiefs he walked slowly to the rear of the shop. His assistant had been given the afternoon off, so Mr. Jones was quite alone as Peter was about to discover.

Pausing at the curtain, Mr. Jones placed the handkerchiefs in one pocket and the ties in another. He took a deep breath and slipped quietly in to the changing room. Peter had his back to the curtain and was dressed only in his rugby shirt and his boxer shorts. Carefully Mr. Jones stepped behind Peter and pulled him close with one hand while clamping his other leather gloved hand over the young man's mouth.

Peter tried to call out, he could feel how thin the leather was in Mr. Jones's glove but it was tight over his mouth and all he could manage was a muffled sound.

Mr. Jones kept his right hand tight over Peter's mouth and whispered to the frightened young man that nothing bad was going to happen as long as he behaved himself. He was to do everything Mr. Jones asked, when he asked and he was not to try and scream or call for help. Peter was scared but realised he had no choice and nodded his agreement.

Swiftly Mr. Jones removed a handkerchief from his pocket, balled it up and jammed it in Peter's mouth. Taking the other he tied the handkerchief over the top of the balled up one, effectively gagging the scared young man. Pausing momentarily to admire his handiwork, Mr. Jones cut the rugby shirt off Peter with a pair of tailor's scissors. Repeating the same for his boxers, Mr. Jones reflected on how vulnerable victims felt naked and also on what a fine package Peter had been hiding beneath his boxers.

Taking a tie from his pocket, he pushed Peter in to the changing room chair. Efficiently he tied one of Peter's arms to one chair arm, then the other and finishing with the legs.

Mr. Jones stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Peter looked back in fear.

Mr. Jones reached down and started to stroke Peter. Slow at first and then increasing in speed. Peter panted through his gag and Mr. Jones clamped his free hand tight over the handkerchief covering the hapless young man's mouth.

Then Mr. Jones stopped.

He whispered quietly in Peter's ear it wasn't time yet for his pleasure. Peter could feel how hard he was and how much he wanted release. He had never experienced anything like this, he watched in anticipation and a little fear as he watched Mr. Jones stand in front of him.

Stepping back in to the shop for a moment Mr. Jones confirmed that no-one was stood close by and that what he was about to do would go unnoticed. Taking two silk scarves from another wooden drawer and an additional handkerchief he returned to the bound and gagged Peter.

Peter remained in the changing room bound to the chair, his gag tight over his mouth and his excitement obvious for all the world to see.

Mr. Jones smiled and explained that he was about to reopen the shop. Peter had to be a very good boy and stay absolutely quiet. If he made any noise or tried to escape then Peter would be punished. Mr. Jones stroked his thin leather gloved hand up and down Peter's organ. Peter moaned through his gag.

Mr. Jones noticed how aroused Peter was and squeezed gently. He kissed Peter gently over his gag and on his forehead. Reminding Peter of the rules, he checked that he was securely bound to the chair.

Standing again Mr. Jones admired Peter and realised that maybe he could indulge himself for a minute or two before he reopened. Slowly and carefully he untied Peter's gag and removed the handkerchief from his mouth. Leaning forward he kissed Peter whilst holding his head with one gloved hand, his other resumed the stroking. Peter moaned and Mr. Jones made a shushing motion before gently placing his hand over his mouth.

Continuing to stroke, Mr. Jones could feel Peter's excitement building, and checked where he had left the third handkerchief and the two scarves. Pausing again, he took the third handkerchief and folded in to a square before taking a small brown bottle from his pocket. Ignoring Peter's quizzical looks he dripped a little of the bottle's contents on to the pad before returning it to his pocket.

Moving back to Peter, Mr. Jones pulled the second chair up and sat in front of him. His right gloved hand started to stroke again and this time he was about ready to burst. Peter moaned again and started to buck as he felt himself build towards an explosion from his loins. Mr. Jones was experienced and anticipated this. Just as Peter seemed about to explode Mr. Jones held the handkerchief and its contents over his mouth. Peter was confused, his excitement was at a peak and he could feel the pleasure of the soft leather stroking him but the handkerchief was making him dizzy. He was scared and tried to call out.

Mr. Jones stopped his stroking and held Peter's head still with that hand whilst the other administered the chloroform. Peter tried to call out but it was no use, his head was locked still and the fumes from the handkerchief over his mouth were making him whoozy. The room was spinning and he was so scared, but no-one could hear him. He could feel Mr. Jones's gloved hands and the bindings tying him to the chair. And as he continued to spin with the chloroform he felt a little something else.

Mr. Jones removed the handkerchief and studied Peter. He wasn't unconscious yet, just groggy. Peter tried to call out, but it was just a whisper and his eyes focussed for a moment on Mr. Jones.

Mr. Jones removed the bottle and refreshed the handkerchief. Settling another kiss on Peter's forehead and placing it again over his mouth, Mr. Jones finished what he had started. Peter tried to call for help again, but it was no use; Mr. Jones was in total charge. The leather glove hands clamped tight over his head as the chloroform slowly sent him in to unconsciousness.

One he was under, Mr. Jones dispensed with the handkerchief in Peter's mouth and settled on a simple cleave gag, backed up by a scarf over the top. The second scarf blindfolded the unconscious Peter and Mr. Jones returned to the shop door - unlocking the bolts and slowly removing his gloves.

Roll on closing time, mused Mr. Jones and deposited the gloves in his jacket pocket.

Hebden Bridge High Street seemed unaware of what had occurred in Messrs Jones Mens Outfitters, and Peter slumbered on in the changing room dreaming strange dreams of kidnappers and pleasures unknown...

To be continued?
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Continue by all means bt it seems to be a very satisfying, complete story to me.
Stylishly told. Thanks for posting.
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Thanks for the feedback, I shall have to decide what Mr. Jones decides to do next!
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Great start, can't wait for the next part!
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The afternoon had gone quietly, a few customers had visited Messrs Jones Mens Outfitters and each time the captive in the changing room had been warned to stay quiet. Peter had done so and Mr. Jones had been pleased with his young captive. Yet, as the High Street in Hebden Bridge remained quiet Mr. Jones was faced with a small problem. Namely, what did he do about Peter's mother.

Under other circumstances Mr. Jones might simply smuggle Peter away and leave Hebden Bridge CID with a missing person enquiry. However, Peter had been sent specifically to Messrs Jones Mens Outfitters. Scrutiny from the local constabulary simply wouldn't do. The beginnings of a plan had been germinating in Mr. Jones's mind for a little while and as closing time approached it needed to be brought in to action.

The blinds in the front windows were lowered and Mr. Jones locked the front door, closing the bolts and finally turning down the shop lights. The thin black leather gloves that Mr. Jones had worn earlier were removed from his tweed jacket pocket. Ordinarily a gentleman would wear brown gloves with tweed, but he did prefer black and he also felt they added menace when dealing with his young victim. Menace was always a handy tool for a kidnapper. That and chloroform...

Mr. Jones slipped quietly through the curtain and noted the slight start that Peter gave with surprise. Slowly drawing the gloves on Mr. Jones noted the excitement building in Peter's crotch. He bent over slowly and kissed Peter's gag. Shushing the young man, Mr. Jones gave Peter's rising excitement a little squeeze and noted with pleasure the moan that came through the gag.

Mr. Jones explained to Peter that he was not to scream or call for help unless he wanted to be chloroformed again and that the gag was going to be removed. Mr. Jones needed information and once the cleave gag was taken off, Peter was able to provide answers to a few simple questions. Mr. Jones untied Peter's ankles from the chair and his wrists, this was the tricky part but the young man seemed compliant.

Mr. Jones rubbed Peter's ankles and wrists, and as the thin leather gloves passed over his naked body it brought a reaction that the young victim tried not to notice. However, Mr. Jones was very pleased, as this indicated that his young victim might be receptive to his new plan. Continuing to rub and caress Peter, and watching his reactions Mr. Jones took his wrists and gently tied them behind his back. Standing slightly behind him Mr. Jones switched his attention to Peter's rising excitement and slid a leather gloved hand over it. Peter strained a little against his wrist binding but made little noise. Mr. Jones slipped his arm around Peter's torso and increased the rhythm of his other hand. Peter started to gasp and as a precaution Mr. Jones moved his hand free hand from his chest to his mouth.

The leather glove over Peter's mouth smelled strange and exciting to the young man, and as Mr. Jones's other gloved hand lower down soon discovered that excitement brought a result. Mr. Jones was very pleased. Slowly removing his hands, he could feel how the young man had enjoyed what had just happened. Now it was time to initiate his plan for Peter's mother.

Slowly removing his gloves, Mr. Jones tidied them away for cleaning at some other time. He gathered up the ties and balled up handkerchief used during the initial kidnap. Tidying everything together, Mr. Jones realised he would need more supplies. Peter seemed still lost in his thoughts, Mr. Jones sat him back in the chair and did a quick perusal of the shop for the accessories he would need. A fresh pair of black leather gloves was obtained, along with a quantity of scarves and silk ties. Plus some fresh large handkerchiefs,,,

Returning to Peter, he swept the used handkerchiefs and ties in to a laundry bag along with the used gloves. Satisfied that all was well, Mr. Jones pulled on his fresh gloves and taking Peter by the arm he steered him to the rear of the shop. The CCTV showed the rear of the shop was clear, and Mr. Jones was happy to manoeuvre a naked Peter to the rear of his BMW 4x4 parked in the shop's loading bay. Quickly he pushed Peter in to the boot and tied his ankles together. Placing his supplies on the back seat, Mr. Jones extracted a fresh handkerchief and folded in to a familiar square.

Returning to the car's boot Mr. Jones was impressed that Peter hadn't put up a struggle or screamed, but he couldn't afford to be too generous with his young victim. 'Cautious and Careful' were the mottos of Messrs Jones Gents Outfitters, and Mr. Jones thought they were maxims all good kidnappers should live by.

With an apologetic smile Mr. Jones added a few drops from the small brown bottle to the pad, Peter tried to sit up but to no avail. Pushing him down Mr. Jones held the pad tight over Peter's mouth. Peter tried to tell Mr. Jones that there was no need for the chloroform but he couldn't make the words form. The world became blurry and after a few minutes Peter went limp. Satisfied that his young victim was unconscious Mr. Jones slipped the handkerchief in a handy pocket. A fresh cleave gag was quickly tied in place and a scarf tied over the top for good measure. Mr. Jones was ready to meet Peter's mother...
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Great start, thank you for writing this story

can't wait for more, i love it.
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I'm really enjoying this story so far! I love the narrative style, and the way Mr. Jones so properly goes about with his captive. So excited for whatever you're planning next!
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Nice story, very interesting scenario
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Really appreciate the feedback, I think Mr. Jones will be paying Peter's mother a visit tomorrow...
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The radio provided a small distraction for Mr. Jones as he drove through the outskirts of Hebden Bridge, he had removed his gloves for the moment and was listening out for sounds from the back. His bound and gagged guest seemed to be still unconscious, the combination of nervous exhaustion and chloroform working wonders on young Peter.

As he approached Peter's house on Mr. Jones ran through his plan again in his mind and knew there was risk, but having seen a photo of the mother on his victim's phone the rewards were quite delicious.

Mr. Jones pulled his car in to the side of the cottage that Peter lived at with his mother. As he stepped out Mr. Jones did a quick check of his pockets for his kidnap kit. Satisfied all was well, he crunched across the gravel and rang the doorbell. The game was afoot...

The door was opened by a middle aged woman, medium height and with bobbed brown hair. Explaining that Peter had suffered an unfortunate accident at Messrs Jones Gents Outfitters, Mr. Jones was admitted to the house by a worried mother; whose name he learned was Amanda.

Declining the offer of a cup of tea, Mr. Jones was able to confirm that Amanda was quite alone in the cottage and her neighbours were away on holiday. It was amazing what information people would supply to total strangers, but Amanda was about to discover that was the least of her problems.

Sitting on the sofa Mr. Jones was quite relaxed, he knew that what he was about to initiate would be scary for Amanda but that would not last long and he planned to have her eating out of the palm of his gloved hand by the end of the night...

Reaching in to his pocket Mr. Jones extracted his black leather gloves, Amanda looked quizzically at them for a moment and then she started to look nervous. Mr. Jones smiled reassuringly at her and slowly drew them on and tightened them, watching Amanda's reaction with he had to admit a high degree of pleasure. Amanda started to stand and Mr. Jones quietly asked her to sit back down.

She hesitated and Mr. Jones repeated his request. To his pleasant surprise Amanda complied. She wouldn't look at him, but Mr. Jones could see she was at the point of bolting for the door. Calmly and succinctly Mr. Jones explained to Amanda that she had a variety of choices, some more pleasant than others. It was up to her, but Mr. Jones explained he did not intend to hurt Amanda and that he would much prefer that she allowed herself to be overpowered. That way he would not need to use force...

Amanda asked what that entailed... Mr. Jones said her simplest and least painful choice was to allow herself to be chloroformed...

Mr. Jones could see her dilemma playing itself out on her face, but she came to a decision remarkably quickly and to his immense pleasure she nodded her acquiescence. Removing a large gentleman's handkerchief from his pocket Mr. Jones explained quietly what Amanda was about to go through and that there was no need to be worried. A few drops of chloroform on to the handkerchief and Mr. Jones was ready.

He settled down a little closer to Amanda on the sofa and asked her to lean back against him. Amazingly she complied and under other circumstances Mr. Jones would have been tempted to steal a kiss. Maybe later...

Without waiting for fear to take hold, Mr. Jones slipped his left arm around Amanda and at the same time clamped his right hand over her mouth. She of course screamed, in fact she screamed quite a bit for a couple of minutes; but the sound was muffled by the large gentleman's handkerchief being held firmly in place by a thin leather gloved hand. Mr. Jones could see Amanda's face and tried to convey a sense of reassurance as he felt her fight the chloroform. Eventually her cries subsided in to little whimpers, and even if the neighbours had been at home Mr. Jones was satisfied that no alarm would have been raised. Once Amanda was unconscious Mr. Jones removed her sweater and proceeded to tie her ankles with silk ties and bound her wrists behind her back. For the moment he left her ungagged and Mr. Jones's thoughts moved to Peter.

Returning to the car all was quiet, no one had heard Amanda's muffled screams and it appeared that Peter was quiet also. Opening the boot Mr. Jones was pleasantly surprised to see that his young victim was awake and watching him. Untying his legs was the matter of a moment and soon a naked Peter was frogmarched in to his home. Avoiding the living room where a bound and unconscious Amanda might alarm Peter, Mr. Jones firmly directed him upstairs and in to a bedroom.

Sitting him on the edge of the bed, Mr. Jones explained the ground rules again. No screaming, calling for help and no trying to escape. As he did so it was evident that Peter was getting a little excited again. Mr. Jones slowly removed his leather gloves and pulled out a pair of black nitrile gloves, he had them in the car for mechanical issues - not the emissions of young men, but needs must. Swiftly pulling the nitriles on, Mr. Jones sat next to Peter on the bed and untied his gags. A soft kiss on his forehead was followed by a gentle application of a nitrile glove over Peter's mouth.

Mr. Jones told Peter that it was lovely that he was excited again, but he needed to be good whilst he carried on with his work. As he spoke to Peter it was becoming even more obvious how excited he was, and Mr. Jones slipped his nitrile fingers over it. Slowly and tenderly. The moans that Peter made through Mr. Jones's gloved hand were quite delightful, and it wasn't long before he reached his climax.

Snapping the nitriles off and disposing of them, Mr. Jones was all efficiency as he jammed a sock from a drawer in to Peter's mouth and secured it with a scarf. Ties were then employed to secure Peter to his bed, speadeagled and naked he made quiet a sight thought Mr. Jones. However, there was no time to waste and with a quick smack of Peter's balls and a kiss on his gag to remind him that Mr. Jones was in charge, the tweed clad kidnapper headed back downstairs.

Upon returning to the lounge Amanda was starting to wake up, Mr. Jones pulled out his leather gloves once more and settled in to an armachair for the next phase of his plan...
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I love this story. It is very well written. I can’t wait to see what happens next. And, I can’t even imagine what will be running through my mind the next time I visit my men’s clothing store.
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Thanks Danny, I appreciate the kind words.
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I just read this story in its entirety. It is fabulous. Everything in it has hit what I like in an abduction story! AND it is so well-written too.

Please continue and keep continuing!
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Thanks Trickster, in fact when I re-read it I'm enjoying it too - so I hope that's a good sign.

I think Mr. Jones may have a little session later today with Amanda once she's fully awake...
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As Mr. Jones watched Amanda come round from her drug induced slumber, he took a moment to relive her screams and whimpers. He wasn't a sadist, far from it, but there had been something quite delightful about hearing her scream for help beneath his gloved hand. Of course, she hadn't screamed for long because his gloved hand had held a large man's handkerchief with a few drops of chloroform...

He'd left her ungagged, but her wonderful ankles were bound in a silk tie and a matching tie secured her wrists. She looked divine, but a kidnapper's work was never done and Mr. Jones checked his pockets before slowly drawing on his black leather gloves again from their resting place on the chair's arm. Snugging the leather over his fingers, Mr. Jones felt a familiar thrill of arousal and wondered how Amanda was going to react once she was fully awake...

Amanda's mind slowly became aware of her surroundings, she was on her deluxe Laura Ashley sofa and... there was a man watching her from the matching armchair... The man appeared to be smartly dressed in brown brogues and a tweed suit, though the tight fitting black leather gloves didn't go with his country attire... As she tried to shift position, she realised that her wrists were bound tight behind her and her ankles seemed to be tied also, and that's when she remembered the tweed clad cad overpowering her with chloroform.

The experience had been quite terrifying, partly the loss of control and partly fear of the unknown. Well she had got through it ok, her clothing seemed to be intact despite the removal of her sweater and she was alive. The question she asked herself now, was what had this fiend planned for her and where was Peter?

Mr. Jones saw all this play out across Amanda's face, he saw her test her bonds and knew she was wondering where her son was. Probably better she didn't know that he was spreadeagled naked upstairs, bound and gagged, having been chloroformed twice and milked... Such things were best left unsaid in polite conversation was how Mr. Jones had been taught. At least, until he and Amanda were better acquainted...

Sensing this was the time to lay out the rules for Amanda, Mr. Jones stood up from the armchair and crossed the Turkish rug to the bound and delectable woman he had kidnapped. This was one of the times that Mr. Jones enjoyed, explaining to the victim the circumstances in which they were being held and how no-one was coming to rescue them. It could be a scary moment, but sometimes it could be also be liberating. A lifting of pressure, an establishment of trust, an acceptance of who was in charge...

Mr. Jones settled himself down next to Amanda and brushed some hair from her face, she was really quite delightful he mused, but duty called. So the familiar script was explained, Amanda was not to try and scream or call for help and she was not to try to escape. Removing a large handkerchief from his top jacket pocket, he saw a moment of alarm from Amanda, but Mr. Jones reassured Amanda that she was not being anaesthetised again. Securing the handkerchief in a simple cleave gag, Mr. Jones admired his handiwork for a moment and asked Amanda to excuse him for a minute or two.

As he headed back upstairs, in a manner that a bystander might have described as a skip, Mr. Jones pondered how he was going to crack this particular nut. But before he got to work with Amanda he needed to ensure that young Peter was behaving himself. Noise from downstairs might alarm Peter, so a couple of precautions were now needed before Amanda's education got underway. Peter had proven an attentive pupil, but he was younger and there was probably an underlying proclivity for certain submissive acts that Mr. Jones knew had made his job easier. Amanda on the other hand was going to need a degree of coaxing...

With that in mind, Mr. Jones re-entered the bedroom to survey Peter's body tied to the four corners of his bed and sporting a nice silk paisley scarf across his mouth (and securing a sock as a gag). Peter's nakedness seemed to be glowing nicely in the evening sunset and as for his excitement, well that was manifesting itself again for Mr. Jones to see in all its glory. In fact that proclivity was, it seemed to Mr. Jones, to be not that underlying at all. Now that he had been kidnapped for several hours, chloroformed, handgagged, milked and tied to his bed; Peter seemed to be having the time of his life. Well, it didn't do for his victims to enjoy themselves too much; otherwise he'd never get them rehomed... it was like hounds, you had to show them who was boss or they would run amok...

Slowly removing his gloves, and extracting another pair of nitriles from his pocket he could see that Peter was eagerly anticipating what was to come... no pun intended chuckled Mr. Jones to himself. Snapping the black nitrile gloves on to each hand, drew a low moan from beneath Peter's gag. Sometimes this young man was too easy, he didn't expect such a pushover with Amanda; anyway to business. Without warning Mr. Jones gripped Peter's Crown Jewels in one hand and gave them a good squeeze. Peter, to his credit, didn't make too much noise but Mr. Jones didn't care and clapped his other hand over the top of scarf gag.

With the smell of nitrile through his nostrils, and the touch of nitrile on his balls Peter was informed that he was to remain absolutely quiet while he was on the bed. Any noise, would be met with punishment... an accompanying squeeze reinforced Mr. Jones's point.

A sudden thought occurred to Mr. Jones... carefully untying the scarf and removing the sock from Peter's mouth, he enquired whether anyone was due to visit the cottage this evening? Peter informed his kidnapper that his girlfriend Carol was coming over for dinner. Mr. Jones was astounded, how could he have been so remiss? Quickly gathering his wits, he realised what he had to do and there wasn't much time. Confirming the time of Carol's arrival he swiftly drew out his handkerchief and bottle. Ignoring Peter's protests he gave the pad a few drops of liquid and clamped it over his mouth. Peter's whimpers lasted a few minutes, and under other circumstances Mr. Jones would have derived a little pleasure from his feeble attempts to fight the chloroform, but not now. Once Peter was under, Mr. Jones dispensed with the sock and gagged the unconscious youth with the scarf and skipped back downstairs.

Still wearing the black nitrile gloves and holding the pad, Amanda immediately screamed through her gag on seeing Mr. Jones. Realising that time was of the essence and normal kidnapper decorum was going to waste vital minutes, he quickly refreshed the pad and removed Amanda's gag. Amanda's scream was cut off as Mr. Jones clamped the pad over her mouth and then her struggles were curtailed as he pushed her back on to her prized sofa. Using his weight to hold her down helped ensure that Amanda wasn't able to fight for too long and soon the only sound she was making was soft murmurings. Once she was fully under, Mr. Jones quickly regagged her and carried her carefully in to the sunroom at the rear of the cottage.

Stripping off the black nitriles, Mr. Jones regretted the surprised chloroformimg but it couldn't be helped. If he was to meet Carol at the door and not create any suspicion then both Amanda and Peter needed to be napping. Depositing the nitriles in a handy bin, Mr. Jones did a quick survey of Amanda's boot room.

Equipped with several Hermes scarves and his trusty black leather gloves secure in his pocket, Mr. Jones felt a level of equilibrium had been re-established. Which was just as well, because as he passed back in to the lounge he heard the sound of the doorbell, Carol had arrived...
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I've been loving this story so far, especially how Mr. Jones has been handling Peter! I can't wait to see what you have in store for us next. Keep up the amazing work!
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Thank you, that's very kind and much appreciated.
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Mr. Jones took a deep breath, checked his attire and opened the door to be greeted by a young woman of curvy build and wavy red hair. The surprise on Carol's face soon disappeared when Mr. Jones explained that he was a friend of the family and he had been invited to join them for dinner. Gazing at her lovely figure as she entered the living room, Mr. Jones was wondering if he was about to bite off more than he could chew.

With Amanda unconscious, bound and gagged in the sunroom and Peter unconscious bound to his bed; Mr. Jones was juggling a lot of balls and Carol would need careful handling to avoid alerting anyone close by that anything was amiss.

Sitting on the sofa, Mr. Jones admired Carol's knee boots whilst learning she was 19 and had been dating Peter for a few weeks. Trying to keep a straight face required a degree of effort on Mr. Jones's part, it was clear that Carol had no idea that Peter was fond of having his balls squeezed and milked by gloved men. Though, in Peter's defence he had been kidnapped and chloroformed so perhaps his inhibitions had been loosened by Mr. Jones...

Speaking of which, Mr. Jones wondered how he would go about uncovering Carol's inhibitions. Suggesting a cup of tea, Mr. Jones was able to head to the kitchen and check on Amanda in the sunroom. Surprisingly she was fully awake and alert, leaving the kettle to boil Mr. Jones crouched down to Amanda and explained the situation. He could see Amanda thinking behind her gag and taking a gamble Mr. Jones loosened it.

Even more surprising Amanda didn't scream. Never known to ignore a golden opportunity, Mr. Jones sat Amanda up and untied her ankles. As he untied her wrists Mr. Jones explained that it would go better for her and Carol if Amanda helped create a calming atmosphere. The irony of what Mr. Jones was proposing wasn't lost on Amanda, but she also knew how scared she was being overpowered, so anything she could do to help reduce Carol's anxiety was worth it...

Quickly finishing the tea tray and eliciting Amanda's help in sourcing some biscuits (cookies to you heathen Americans); ensured that Mr. Jones was back in the lounge admiring Carol's red hair before she became suspicious. A refreshing cup of tea and under the bizarre circumstances quite a pleasant conversation later, Mr. Jones knew it was time. Amanda seemed to sense this and with a small nod of approval from Mr. Jones walked to her handbag and extracted something he couldn't quite see.

Reaching in to his own pocket, Mr. Jones pulled out his trusty black leather gloves and slowly drew them on. At the same time Amanda showed what she had got from her own handbag, an unlined pair of brown leather gloves. As Amanda drew her own gloves on, Mr. Jones could see the alarm growing in Carol's eyes and knew he had to strike now. Clamping a gloved hand over Carol's mouth and pinning her arms took a moment; and Mr. Jones heard the reassuring and thrilling sound of a scream from beneath his hand. Amanda waited watching and for the first time Mr. Jones saw her not as one of his victims, but perhaps something else...

Carol screamed again and Mr. Jones knew she needed anaesthetising pretty quickly, as enjoyable as frolicking on the sofa with a curvaceous 19 year old was; decorum required some peace and quiet before the alarm was raised. Amanda seemed to sense this and slowly reached across to Mr. Jones's pocket.

Pulling out the handkerchief and bottle was done slowly and carefully, Amanda's eyes glued to Mr. Jones. He had never experienced this, whatever was happening to Mr. Jones was new but not unpleasant. A small nod to Amanda from Mr. Jones saw a few drops of liquid added to the folded handkerchief and Carol gave a distinct whimper as she what was happening.

Shifting his position Mr. Jones kept hold of Carol, but prepared to remove his hand. Carol gave another whimepring moan and Mr. Jones felt the thickening of his loins in response. Amanda move closer and at a another nod from Mr. Jones she crouched next to Carol. The whimpering reached a crescendo and Mr. Jones removed his hand to be replaced by Amanda's gloved fingers grasping the pad.

Carol bucked beneath them both but to no avail, Amanda said a few kind words and as the chloroform did its work Mr. Jones listened as the whimpers died down. After a few minutes Mr. Jones and Amanda stood. Pausing for a moment, he held out his hand for the handkerchief and the bottle before returning them both to the pocket of his tweed jacket.

Working together, and with almost no words being exchanged Mr. Jones and Amanda stripped Carol naked before binding her with the Hermes scarves and gagging her.

Carrying the unconscious young woman upstairs only took a few minutes and soon Mr. Jones was back downstairs with Amanda on her prized Laura Ashley sofa. Time for a tête-à-tête thought Mr. Jones and perhaps a Gin & Tonic...
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Another fantastic chapter. And an apparent co-conspirator. Interesting turn of events.
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I'm glad you liked it Trickster, I was worried that the heat and the cricket had put me off my game...

Yes, I thought about the dynamics and Amanda seemed like a suitable candidate for recruitment.

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I wish I was Peter! Is this going to continue?
You gag me, I'll gag you. MMMPH! 🤐
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Wrappedmouth wrote: 2 years ago I wish I was Peter! Is this going to continue?
THAT is an incredible story! You're 100% right!

Welcome to the board.
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Excellent! Awesome story. I want to  more, similar to this ... Please ... Now ;)

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I hope you continue this at some point. Its amazing.😍
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I will pick it up gain, at some point. :D
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