I always spent hours coasting through online forums and chatrooms looking for some fun conversations and roll-plays. I had always known I had a major infatuation with bondage, and had been tying myself up for a long time. It excited me so much. I talked to all sorts of different people online, ones that like to tie people up, others that are like me and want to chat about ways we like to be tied. Sometime's I'd read stories about tie up and games and encounters. I also had one or two friends online that I talked to regularly.
One of them was a truck driver from interstate. I had stumbled upon one of their short stories one day about how they had kept a lady bound and gagged overnight in the cabin for some fun. The idea of it excited me so much, and I couldn't help send him a message and ask him more details about it. What he did, how they organised it, what kind of ties he had done. We spoke for a few weeks on the subject, when one night he straight up just asked would I like to try something like this? He could facilitate the whole thing and completely make my fantasy come true. Now I knew this was quite a risky venture I was signing up for, but just thinking about it made my dick so hard that it was doing a very good job of overpowering my decision making side of the brain.
In the end, we had come up with a plan for the next time he was driving through my state that filled all my needs and some of his too. We would meet up just after dark in one of the local side stops off the highway. He was going to park his truck in one of the far corners, positioning it so you couldn't see anything happening on the far side of the truck in the corner. All I had to do was stand in the blind spot facing away from the truck, and wait. From here he would start the fake kidnapping scenario.
This next little detail was kept secret from me, he said it would add to the experience, so who was I to question that. From there I would be tightly bound and gagged in the passenger seat and we would set off on the long journey ahead. He would periodically stop and change my ties, swapping me from the passenger seat, the sleeping cabin behind or the storage locker under the bunk. I had said that he can have his way with me in any sense other than penetration, as that just was not my thing, I didn't like it. We would have to stop for a overnight for a few hours in one of those motels in the middle of nowhere, and then would manage the rest of the journey and back again the next day.
Everything was agreed upon and organise down to the exact details. This was going to be so much fun! I wasn't even thinking of the consequences, I just wanted real tight bondage, and I'd do anything to get it.
The day finally came and I spent all day quietly pacing around the house preparing myself mentally. I had told my parents that I was staying with a friend overnight because we were getting up early to go on a hike up the local hills. The usual weekend activity for us, so nothing was questioned at all. I packed a bag with some warm clothes and a few essentials and left for the highway stop. It was only about a 20 minute walk from home through the back roads and a little stretch of forrest.
By the time I got there my heart was racing, I was minutes, metres, away from complete helpless bondage at the hands of a stranger off the internet. The massive bulge in my crotch was betraying my mood entirely. I really hoped I didn't cum immediately or too easily, that would be embarrassing! As the stop came into view, I could see 3 trucks parked in different spots across the carpark. Sure enough, there was one parked in the far corner, white cabin and blue trailer. With 2 small black strips on the exhaust stacks. Thats the one!
I was so close, there was no backing out. It was very dark in the carpark so nobody would see me anyway really. I walked around the edge of the carpark until I reached the truck, and then made my way to the blindspot in the corner. Completely hidden from view of the rest of the carpark, and the moonlight was blocked too, so it was almost completely pitch black. I stood just a few meters from the cabin and looked out at the large bushes in front of me. I had no idea what to do from here, this part was the surprise.
How long do I wait? Will there be a sign? I had no idea, all I could do was stand and wait for my fate. I was shaking from nerves. Excited nerves, but still trembling throughout. I had been stood here now for about 5 minutes and nothing had happened. Not a sound, nothing. What if this had been a joke and wasn't really going to happen?
Suddenly I felt myself being grabbed from behind, and a damp rag violently clamped over my entire face. My head was pulled backwards and my body was held so tight I couldn't move my arms at all. It caught me completely off guard, I must have been daydreaming.I half struggled but suddenly the world around me felt so blurry and fuzzy. Was I being chloroformed?! I could feel my arms and legs slowly getting heavier and heavier, it was almost impossible to move them, what a strange feeling it was. My eyes got droopy and I wasn't able to do a thing against my captor. After a feeble attempt at a struggle my world went black and I was out.
I slowly started to regain consciousness. My eyes felt heavy as I tried to open them. I could feel some sort of fabric wrapped tightly around them, my eyelids struggling to open against it. My senses started to come back at an alarming rate, and gave me a much clearer picture of the situation I was in. My jaw was aching, and was completely filled with a massive ball gag that would not budge at all. It completely enveloped my mouth, and I could feel the leather straps reaching around not only the back of my head, but underneath my chin, around my neck and over my forehead keeping it very securely in place. I tried to move my hands and felt them positioned behind me. I had been tied in a tight arm binder, with rope around my wrist, my forearms, my biceps and finished off around my chest and shoulders. My wrists had then by feel of it been tied to a piece of rope around my waist, cinching me tightly and keeping my arms locked in place.
There was definitely no getting out of this part. I could feel my legs move as one piece, with rope coiled tightly around my ankles, below and above my knees and another coil around my upper thighs. Even my toes had been tied! I felt the tight rope around my two big toes keeping my feet together. This was the tightest I had ever been tied! I regained some more feeling and realised that I was sat down in a chair, and was definitely sure that I was completely naked except for a pair of pants. But they didn't feel like mine? They felt like speedos. Thin cotton ones, which were by now struggling to contain my hard from pushing through.
I let out a small muffled moan through my gag and tried to move slightly in my seat. I couldn't move much, and tried to stretch myself a bit to wake up, I still felt a little dizzy. This was so hot, so insanely hot. I'd just been chloroformed and kidnapped, woken up in the tightest bondage I'd ever experienced and all I had to answer to it was a monster of a hard on and a few muffled sounds through my gag.
