Imagine the scenario of being helplessly trapped in another vehicle due to a prior arrangement with someone. That was something that I always wanted to experience, but had not had the privilige to doing so until the moment that fate brought me in with a partner who is interested to me. It all started when I got a random text from a guy I had only briefly talked with on the internet. He said he wanted to introduce me to being kidnapped and put through hell, so I naturally had to get him to expand on what he is saying, but he insisted that it would be a surprise if he did not disclose the information. All he wanted me to do was to leave my house address with the intent of leaving the door open for him so he could kidnap me. So, I requested that he does no pain related things or sexual acts, so he agreed to my demands. I took a nice shower, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant, flossed my teeth, and even cleaned my privates by shaving off my body hair in order to make the experience worth his while because I know people are disgusted of other people who are not clean. So, I then put on my favorite set of clothing which consisted of blue jeans, long sleeved striped shirt that was blue and green, nike shoes and white ankles socks. I had put on my bandana and wristbands, then finished off with a baseball cap. I waited for him to come and then received a text from him to be pepared for an experience that would be a tortorous scene without mercy so I did not get a safeword and will have to let it play out.
About 1 hour after I received his text, I lay on my couch when I heard the door open in the distance. There was a man in a hodded mask and coming out with a rope, handcuffs, and duct tape. He tackled me and I could not move. Indicating my playing along with the scene, I started to scream, but was unable to attract the attention of the other people in my apartment because they were heavy sleepers and did not hear me as my hands was pulled behind my back and the metal of the handcuffs clicked around my wrists and I knew that my fate was sealed when he got my ankles tied up with rope. Then, he put his duct tape over my mouth, and eyes. He was very good at what he was doing and it pleased me because it was the first time in which the person kidnapping me was an expert. Then, he carried me into his trunk of his vehicle and drove off in the distance. About a couple of hours later, I heard the vehicle grind to a stop. He then popped the trunk and carried me out into a building which I could not identify. He then used another piece of rope to connect the handcuffs to my ankles and it effectively hogtied me. Without the ability to protest due to his tape over my mouth, he set me down hard then used a pair of scissors to cut my clothing off so I was now in front of him naked and exposed to vulnerability. This was not pleasant because it was the first time in which someone had tied me up naked and it was starting to become cold.
Something could not explain why I was feeling happy despite my uncomfortable position and the weight being put on my hands and feet. For a moment, he did nothing, but it quickly escalated into something new. He used his hands to massage my body from head to toe. He clearly had experience as a massage therphist because he used his knuckes, hands, and used light, firm, and hard pressure that reasonated in my body. There was a sense of energy that flowed in my veins. I knew that he was using the massage to move me into the torture scene which I had no idea what it was going to be until he completed his massage and started to tickle my underarms which caused me to explode with uplifting laughter that most people would start with. He circled my underarms with his thumbs, and then plucked the hairs from my armpits which caused me to scream. I remember when I told him that I did not accept pain as part of the deal, but I realized that whenever you ask to be tied up, you are essentially giving up control to a person so there was nothing I could do about this dreadful situation even if I wanted to. It was painfully obivious that he was really a kidnapper with a sadist attitude and it would show on the new tortures he planned to use on me. After plucking my underarms hairs from my body, he put shaving cream on my legs and chest and it was cold so by iteself it would have been a form of torture, but when I heard the sound of a razor, I knew that my masculine image was going to be gone. Then, he untied me from my restraints, and I immeditely tried to bolt away from the scene, but I tripped over a set of toys and fell. He picked me up and he tied my wrists and ankles to a table in what feels like velcro restraints.
He opened a bottle and painted my fingernails and toenails in a unknown color. Then, he implemented fake breasts on me. For the first time in my life, I was being treated like a female. Then, the most dreadful thing happened when he started to pierce my ears, which caused me to sherik in horror when I realized that his true intention when he texted me was to lure me into a world that was much scarier then I imagined. He then put on eye shadow, mascura, lipstick, and blush on my face. Then, for a moment, nothing happened, and I was given a nice breather. All of a sudden, I felt his fingers digging into my belly and I went overdrive on my giggling because he hit the jackpot on my most ticklish spot, but the highlight of my experience was him blowing raspberries on my stomach and I started to squeal like a little boy and he wrote something down on a notepad which I assumed was him remebering where I was ticklish in case he wanted to do it again. He lightly grazed my sides with both hands which stimulated my nervous system to laugh in multiple intervals from low to high. Finally, he was adament in tickling my feet so he used a feather which delivered the final blow to my body in which it seemed like minutes had gone by, but in reality, hours had passed and I passed out. The memories of a couple of hours had not been able to be recorded, but something was admiss when he did not torture my body for what seemed like indefintely.
After thinking of what I had done in the morning of the incident, I decided that no one would ever kidnap me again. So, I started to develop a feeling of distrust for other kinksters all because one person had lied to me. Then, I felt him playing with my cock and balls when he used a feather to lightly tickle me and I giggled under my breath. He then introduced me to CBT when he started to slap my cock and it was painful enough for me to warrant crying so I did in hopes that he would stop, but instead he did not discontinue his torture. Then, he decided to squeeze my cock and pinch it which caused me to wail in agony. When he finished with CBT, I heard his footsteps leave the room, and when he returned, he undid my restraints again, but as for me, it was not the end of my torture because he wrapped ropes around my wrists and ankles, and then strung me up in suspension bondage.
To be Continued