Wrong Motel Meeting

Tonight, I was stepping out of my comfort zone. I have been emailing a Dom several times and have been working out the details of an in-person meeting night. I wanted to be bound and used like a dirty sissy whore and he want to experiment with being a Dominate for the first time. We both agree to wear black latex hoods to preserve our identities. We then agreed to meet at a motel a few miles from my house at 6 pm.

I arrived three hours early and immediately had butterflies in my stomach and felt dirty as I paid for my room. Once checked in, I walked straight to my room and texted him my room number. For sixty dollars, I was pretty impressed with the room’s condition. It was clean and provided bare essentials and privacy. I left the door unlocked and propped it open for him, just in case he was early, and I couldn’t hear him knocking while I was in the bathroom. I immediately went to work making myself look feminine. I took a shower, cleaned myself inside and out, then shaved my entire body.

After I was cleaned up, I slipped into a bikini lace panty that is designed to hide my caged clitty in chastity. Then a red bra made for the breast inserts I have that give me an instant “D” cup. Next, I put on a pair of black tights. Followed by a pair of black three-inch high heels with straps, a black and white knee-length maid dress, a black latex hood with open mouth and eye holes, a pair of black opera gloves, and a maid collar. I was completely dressed fifteen minutes before our expected meeting time. I looked in the mirror to admire myself, caressing my curves and praising my ability to look like a woman, a sissy.

I looked at the clock and realized that it was 6:15 P.M. “Shit!”, I thought to myself. “Where did the time go and why is my date late?” I waited 15 more minutes on the bed watching TV and drinking some water. I was stood up again by another guy, I just knew it. All dressed up and no one to play with me. I began to feel tired and decided to change my clothes before going home. Upon standing, I felt light-headed and the room began to spin. Before I could sit down, I blacked out.

Upon coming too, I realized I was hunched over tied to a luggage cart. My arms were tied behind my back and pulled up to the ceiling forcing me to bend over on the cart. My legs were tied to either side of the cart, and my collar was replaced with a locking leather posture collar and it was chained down my back to an anal hook that was impaling me. The more I regained consciousness, I realized that my mouth was gagged in a head harness.

I made several attempts to yell for help. The effectiveness of the gag muffled my cries. I looked around and saw no one in the room. Scared for my life, I began to panic and struggle violently against my restraints. I remained in this position for several hours. I watched the sunset. I couldn’t understand how I got in this situation. I didn’t taking any drugs or drink anything out of the ordinary, other than the water. The Water!!

Exhausted and wanting relief, I struggled again. However, this time, I was met with a sharp pain that came across my ass. The pain caused me to buckle at my knees and I cried out in agonizing pain. Meanwhile, a voice told me to shut up and behave or I would receive more spankings. With tears running down my face, I immediately became quiet and stopped struggling. I couldn’t see this mystery person. I could only assume it was my date. He came in front of me wearing a black mask. Without saying anything to me, he removed my gag and shoved his black cock in my mouth. For several minutes he held his cock still in my mouth. I struggled to breathe. When I felt the room go dark, he removed his dick and allowed me to breathe. He repeatedly did this for several minutes. I had to quickly adapt in order to not lose consciousness again. Once he realized that I figured out his pattern, he began pumping his cock in my mouth. Ensuring his cock touched the back of my throat.

This endeavor went on until the sun rose the next morning. At no time did he cum in my mouth. He would stop short of cumming and hold his cock there. I felt so dirty. Before he left me, I was re-gagged and my head hardness was attached to an anchor point holding my head at obey. Before he left, he tied my elbows together and blindfolded me using electrical tape. I cried. The pain, exhaustion and humiliation broke me down to my core. I begged him through my gag to let me down. He said nothing but spanked my ass six times and left. I was mortified and panic-stricken. I began fighting my restraints and yelling for someone to help me, but my effort was futile. My restraints did not give.

As the day pressed on, I became dehydrated, my body cramped several times. I noticed that I had not had the urge to pee, but there was a pressure in my clitty that was not sure what it was. By mid-afternoon, I gave up all hope and made no further attempt to struggle anymore. I was beyond exhausted and in pain but noticed that the pressure in my clitty was still there and figured it must have been a catheter because I have still not had the urge to pee yet. Without warning, I felt a sharp pain come across my ass. I heard the sound of a zipper opening and felt the bottom of my ballgag being removed. He shoved his cock in my mouth and skull fucked me. His cock reached the back of my mouth with forces that caused me to gag. He came in my mouth, slapped me in the face several times and re-gagged me. I could hear him fix his pants and walk behind me. He then untied the rope which held me to the ceiling. I immediately fell over onto the chair. With no energy to fight, I passed out.

Upon regaining consciousness, I realize that I was laying on the bed with my thighs and knees strapped together with my ankles were cuffed to my hands and were still secured behind my back with cuffs. I was still silenced by the ballgag over the latex hood. I seem to have been diapered as my panties are now gone, and the only other thing I am wearing is the my size “D” bra. I can still feel the pressure in my clitty of what seems to be a catheter and my chastity. In fact as I moved the diaper feels wet, as if I already leaked into it. I looked over across the room and saw my tormentor sitting in the chair observing me. I stared at him, thinking about the pain and frustration he put me through. Before I could beg for release, he stated that I was free to go. But only as I am. My clothes had been taken to my car and the key to my release is in the trunk of my car with my belongings. I will have to walk bound and gagged out of the motel room and to my car where I left it but is now unlocked. I looked at him in disbelief knowing that this asshole did this to me. I yelled at him through my gag requesting for him to reconsider. However, my cries went on deaf ears as he left the room with the door cracked. I looked outside and realized that it was night. Walking to my car would take time as it was behind the motel but there was a fence separating the parking lot and the motel. I would have to walk along the sidewalk for a bit, but at least this part of town is quiet at night.

I mustered up the strength to stand. My legs were sore and weak from the previous episodes of being used all night and day. I walked slowly to be door and listened for any human sounds. The last thing I wanted was to be discovered by another pervert that could forcefully take advantage of me. My heart was pounding through my chest. My senses were on heightened alert. Time slowed down as I peeked my head out and took my first step into the world as a bound cross-dressing sissy slut.

The sounds of my high heels echoed through the motel’s outdoor corridor. I arrived at the back of the motel. Without hesitation, I hobbled as quickly as I can with my legs and arms still bound to the edge of the motel parking lot up against the fence line. There were no cars except mine in the parking lot on the other side of the fence and the parking area lights were out, and no one was out fortunately for me I walked as fast I to a bush along the fence and next to the street where I was concealed from the street. I waited a couple of minutes for my heart to slow down so I could hear. Despite being 55°f outside, I was sweating uncontrollably. I stood behind the bush for several more minutes. The possibility of being caught scared and aroused me at the same time. My clitty was aching now from the chastity and the catheter, and the diaper was fuller now, I am sure because I was no longer laying down.

Suddenly, I heard a car enter the parking lot. Not wanting to be seen, I stood still and made no sounds. The car parked in front of the bush I was hiding behind. They stepped out of their vehicle and they both walked toward the motel. I overheard one of the guys mention an easy fuck their friend had left in the room. The men arrived at the room I was in, opened the door, and went in. Seconds later, they came out yelling. “The Sissy couldn’t have gone that far.” One of the guys said. “We must find the cum bucket. Spread out!”, the other guys yelled. I turned towards the street and hobble as fast as my bound legs in heels could take me. Once on the street, I hobbled down the sidewalk where the fence ended and hid behind a bush again. The sound of my heels alerted my pursuers to my location. Before I could catch my breath, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me out from behind the bush. “There you are!”, one of the men stated. “It’s time to have fun with our new sissy sex slave.” Both men picked me up and carried me to their car. I tried screaming and fighting, but my current situation prevented that. One of the men opened the bed of the truck and pulled out a roll of duct tape and taped my hands closed then latching them to the corner of the bed of the truck and then covering my head in tape. Next, they pushed me into the trunk and placed a garbage bag over my head. The next sound I heard was the slamming of the cover the truck bed.

The men laughed enjoying their catch and discussing their plans with one another. I screamed and struggled hoping to get someone’s attention. Several minutes later, the cover of the bed of the truck was opened and a needle was placed in my arm. Within moments, everything went black.

I awakened from my forced slumber laying face down, tied spread-eagle and ball gagged on a bed, I had been stripped down to my bra, chastity, and tights. I tested my restraints hoping one of them would be loose. Unfortunately, my hope was destroyed by the reality of being trapped in this compromising position. The room was dark and cold. Based on my other senses, I was bound and gagged in a basement. Not wanting to inform my capture that I was awake, I remained quiet and began I formulating an escape plan. None of the ideas couldn’t get passed the bed. The two men that kidnapped me knew exactly what they were doing. Without warning, an electrical pulse went through sissy clitty and sissy pussy. The pain was so excruciating that I yelled out in my gag. The pain went on for several minutes.

Afterward, I heard a male’s voice across the room laughing at me. Commenting on what a stupid sissy sex slave and cum bucket I am. As he berated me, I struggled against my chains. Until the next wave of the electrical pulse, more intense than the first, tormented my clitty and pussy. In conjunction, my capturer began whipping my ass, thighs, and back with a flogger. The experience was horrifying. I was beaten to the point of exhaustion. My capturer realizing that I am exhausted stopped beating me and left. He returned several minutes later and rubbed icy hot all over my caged clitty and on my pussy. The pain caused me to black out again.

Upon regaining consciousness, I find myself laying down on the floor of a bathroom. I slowly picked myself up from the floor and saw a note written on the walk. It read the following.

“You stink Cunt! Take bath and get dressed in the clothing laid out for you. Once you're done, knock on the door three times and wait with your back turned and kneeling on the floor. Failure to obey will result in pain.”

I followed the instructions, got a shower, and cleaned everything I could as I was already naked. I was still wearing my chastity, but the lock and catheter were missing. Now there were what looked like cat bells attached to either side of the cage and a rivet holding cage to the base of the chastity, and now every time I move it rings, there was no escape from this. After I cleaned up and dried off, I got dressed in a pair of pink tights, black long sleeves leotard that covers my neck, a black latex hood with only an opening for my mouth, and locking 5″ high heels. The heels were difficult to walk in. I’ve never walked on my toes before. I slowly walked to the door, knocked three times, and kneeled with my back turned towards the door.

Several minutes later, two men entered the room. They handcuffed my hands and elbows behind my back. Then they applied a locking posture collar around my neck. They stood me up, attached a leash to my collar, and instructed me to walk. While walking the man who stood behind me would spank my ass with a riding crop instructing me to walk faster. I struggled to keep pace but would fall short after a couple of steps. This torment continued until I made it back to what I could only imagine was a prison cell.

The men placed my back against a metal pole in the center of the room. They un-cuffed my hands and elbows and re-cuffed them behind the pole. I was now bound to the pole. Next, they locked my ankles to a spreader bar that was locked in behind the pole. I was bound, gagged, and forced to stand in high heels with my feet spread apart. My hands and arms were going numb and my feet were starting to hurt. Before the men left, one of them flogged my sissy clitty several times. I screamed out and cried through my gag. For several hours I was left in this position. I could only move an inch, even displace the weight between my feet.

Suddenly, I felt the hands of a man caress my body. he rubbed my chest and clitty making me aroused. I felt him kneel down before me, remove my clitty from my tights and leotard and begin flogging it. My body shook as the sexual tension of a leather flogger hit my very sensitive clitty. Without saying a word he placed my clitty back in tight under my leotard. For several minutes, I stood still with my body fully tense in sexual tension. While I savored this short-lived moment. My new capturer un-cuffed my ankles, arms, and hands. I immediately fell to the floor. He pulled on my leash and instructed me to crawl. I complied and crawled several feet to a bench where he had me lay down on my stomach with my feet straddling both sides. I dare not to move or muffle a sound as he handcuffed my hands and ankles to each corner of the bench. He then tied some chains through the harness and secured it behind me, forcing my head into an elevated position. He moved to the front of me, removed the lower part of my ballgag, and shoved his cock in my mouth. Without instruction, I sucked his cock until I felt him explode in my throat. He then instructed me to clean his cock. Eventually, he removed his cock from my mouth and re-gagged me. But before leaving, he spanked my ass several times and left. I remained bound, gagged, and blindfolded on the bench. I didn’t struggle or make any attempts to scream through my gag. I was exhausted and spent, I could not think about anything and I dozed off.

The cold feeling of lubrication awoke me from my sleep. My leotard has be ripped open and my tights were pulled down just below my checks. The person applying the lubrication stuck his fingers in my sissy pussy. I tried to remain as relaxed as possible, knowing that resisting will hurt. Shortly afterward, his finger was replaced with his penis. He pushed his cock slowly into my sissy pussy. I relaxed and accepted his girth. He was bigger than anyone I have been with and was wondering if this was my moment, the moment I would be a big black cock sissy sex slave. Upon entering me, he began to pump slowly and apply more lubrication. I didn’t want to enjoy the thick sensation of his cock in my pussy, but the way he fucked me in a gentle manner and my response displayed otherwise.

He fucked me for several hours. While I lay bound, gagged, blindfolded and bent over the bench with my head in a box. His strokes were long, soft, and meaningful. At no time did his action hurt me, but only gave me sensational pleasure. As he stroked in and out my tight pussy. I began to get lost in the poetic manhandling of my pussy. My sissy clitty leaked out sissy cum several times through the ordeal. Each time I released sissy cum from his milking, the more intense and better it felt than the last. When I thought my body couldn’t take anymore, he pushed me to a whole new level of ecstasy by taking a vibrator and pushing on my clitty. I exploded over the vibrator and his hand. He took his cum and wiped it over my face. Several minutes later, he ejaculate in me and collapsed on my back. The smell and feel of this type of man on my back, drove me to hump against his semi-soft penis still inside me. Before I could get any ground, he pulled out of me. I whined and shook my pussy causing the bells to ring, encouraging him to continue. I felt a pinch in my cheek and blacked out.

I regained consciousness bound and gagged on the same motel bed where this all started. I was bound in the same clothes and manner just before I was captured, diaper, bra, heels, and hood. The chastity was still there, and the catheter was back inside of me. I looked around and in the corner of the room where there was a man dressed in a mask. He thanked me for a wonderful time and said he will see me soon. He warned me not to call the police as he knew who I was, but reminded me that I did not know who he was.

Despite being missing for four days, no one had been looking for me. I remembered it was a Wednesday night and I was off until Monday. He gave me an ultimatum. Leave as I am to get those keys in my car, or wait for room service and the humiliation that would follow. I stated that I would leave as I am. He walked over to me helped me to my feet and told me to start walking. I hesitated to walk outside because it was still light out. The man pulled out a riding crop and proceeded to strike me with it on my cheeks and thighs. I walked outside humiliated by the number of eyes watching me in this predicament. To my surprise, no one was outside. He continued to spank me until we crossed into the other parking. Once there he left me bound, gagged, and by myself. It took me a few more minutes to get to my car and try to open the door to pop the trunk. Cars would pass on several occasions causing me to stop and hide behind the car. Eventually, I made it into my trunk, but it only had a set of keys for the car and the cuffs, no other keys were there, and none of my clothes. I didn’t want to go back to the room looking like this, so I released my cuffs and removed the latex hood, got in my car, and carefully drove home with my legs still bound. Once I got home, I noticed that my garage door opener on the visor was missing. I would have to sneak around through the back door with a spare key I keep in a hidden spot.

Once I entered my house, I found a note on the kitchen table stating that my key for release have been frozen in a water bottle and was in the freezer. I walked over and open the freezer to find the bottle as stated. I pulled the jug out of the freezer and placed it in the sink. Still exhausted, I turned on the water to melt the ice, went upstairs, and laid on the bed to relax as much as I could until the ice melts enough to get the keys out, which I was certain would take at least 30-45 minutes. I must have fallen asleep, was when I looked outside, I saw that it was dark. I traveled downstairs to the kitchen to check on the bottle. It was completely dark and I could barely see five feet in front of me. I slowly walked to the kitchen sink, reached down to check the bottle, and noticed that it was gone, and the water was off. I looked around frantically and double-checking the sink and freezer. The bottle of water was no were in sight.

Before I could go to my garage for tools, a pair of hands grabbed me from behind, threw me on the floor, and chained my ankles and wrists into a hogtie. The individual laughed at me and stated that my time wasn’t up. Before I could make out his face, he blindfolded me with duct tape and stuffed the panties that I was wearing earlier in the weekend in my mouth, and covered my mouth with duct tape as well. I was left on the floor struggling and screaming through my panties in my mouth. My intruder walked around the house as if knew where everything was. He cooked himself food, took a shower, and watched TV while I remained bound and gagged.

Once he was done having his way around my house, he sat down to where my head was straddling between his legs. He removed my gag and shoved his cock in my mouth. I choked and gagged on his massive cock as he continuously skull fucked my mouth. To make matters worse, he would hold my nose making it hard for me to breathe. Once he was finished with my mouth he cuffed my ankles to my wrists. He then proceed to pull the diaper to the side and he spread my cheeks, hacked up several times, and spit on my hole, then shoved his cock in me. The pain paralyzed my body and tears began running down my face. The sounds of two male adults slapping skin echoed throughout my house. The fuck fest he endured on me felt like an eternity. After he exploded in me, winced a bit then a flood of warm fluid fill me as he pissed inside of me. The pulled his cock out and then quickly replaced it with a huge anal plug which started to grow inside of me. He then moved the diaper back in place covering my sissy clitty and pussy. He moved back around to the front of me and instructed me to clean his cock. After a few moments of cleaning his juices off of his cock, he got dressed and left the house.

I was left on the ground bound, gagged, blindfolded and partly nude. Instead of falling asleep from exhaustion, I struggled to my feet and hobbled over into the garage, franticly looking for my bolt cutters in the toolbox while still blindfolded. I was able to find them and cut the chain connecting the handcuffs. Once my hands were free, I started with shimming the elbow cuffs as well. I cut my ball gag off, removed the blindfold, then used the bolt cutters to cut the rest of the cuffs off. There was one problem, I didn’t have a way to get the chastity off now that it was riveted on. I decided to go to the bathroom and at least get the catheter out and get out of the now-soaked diaper from my piss and his piss and seed. I got into the shower and took the diaper off and to my dismay, the catheter was attached to the chastity from the inside. I had no way of taking it out or getting out of the chastity.

As I fished cleaning up, I was looking around for a towel, I noticed that there was a stack of diapers by the sink and a note on top,

"The chastity will not come off without cutting it off with a diamond tip saw and you would probably cut yourself, and the catheter has been inserted deep into your bladder and is held in place by specialized inflated balloon. The only way to get it out is with a special device that I will send to you in a few months, so until then expect weekly packages of diapers at your door as you will need them, and so you might as well accept your fate Sissy Slave.  I also have a key to your house and will stop by anytime to inspect your body and and use your holes as I wish.  You told me you wanted this, and so you shall have it."

While sitting in the bathroom, I reflected upon my adventures. My body was sore, bruised, and exhausted. I stood up and looked in the mirror, still in chastity on my now emasculated sissy clitty. Unbelievably, I smiled at myself because, in the end, I had a great time. I grabbed a diaper, put it on, and went to lay down in bed where there was another note and a collar. The collar was a small circular collar, made of solid steel. The note said.

"Put this collar on and insert the pin. Once the pin is in, it can not be removed with any amount of force. It will self weld into the collar. If you ever want to get the chastity off and stop using dieapers, you will put this collar on. After it's on you will put the clothes on that were left on the nightstand. You may want to call into work tomorrow, you will probably be too tired."

I put the collar on and went to the nightstand and found a black and blue nightie that I was to put on. I slipped it over my head and it barely covered half of the diaper. Looking back at the nightstand, there were diaper panties. They were pink and made of latex and said sissy on the front. I then found my phone and called my work and told them I was not able to come in, I was sore and tired from the work that I volunteered for this weekend.

With the collar securely around my neck and the nightie on with the latex panties covering my diapered chastity, I figured it was time to get some sleep, as it was now 10 pm and I was exhausted.

I was awakened at 5 am with a wet feeling. My diaper was full, and I needed to change it. It was at this moment that I realized that I was bound to this predicament for at least the next two months. Having to wear diapers to work, and what about the color?