Trapped in a Motel Fantasy (M+F/M)

[FearHaven]

A fictional story, written in first person.

Hi I’m Glen, a 26 year old man who was tied up in a motel on two occasions. This is the story of how my life changed forever, and the events leading up to it. However I don’t recommend that anyone attempts what I’ve done, as it was very stupid and dangerous. I’ll start with the first time I was tied in a motel, this is where my story begins.

Is she coming back? I thought to myself as I lay there, bound to the bed, spread eagle. I shouldn’t have left the money sitting on the bedside table. Now that she had her money she was not obligated to release me, like I instructed.

How did it get to this in the first place? Well after making arrangements with a call girl, I tied myself to the bed in a motel room early in the evening. I was completely naked and helpless with all of my limbs spread far apart on a king mattress. To make my situation more helpless I locked a large ball gag in my mouth, and added a blindfold. I left the room key outside the door, underneath the mat, so that she could gain entry without my assistance.

The plan was for her to come in, tease me, play with my cock and leave again. Then come back later and release me before grabbing her money. Needless to say it didn’t go according to plan. She came in and basically mocked me for a good 10 minutes or so. She then used her lipstick to write nasty words on my chest before taking the money and walking out. I was left there with no clue as to what may happen next, though as the night dragged on, I started to get the feeling that she wasn’t coming back.

My instinct was right. She didn’t return at all. An elderly staff member entered the room the next morning and gasped when she saw me tied up and helpless. It was utterly humiliating, and the motel manager called the police. The conversation with the cops was also unpleasant, as I had to convince them that I did not intend for this to happen. They asked for the name of the call girl, and I gave them a false name and appearance. I didn’t want to throw her under the bus despite what just happened. I don’t know why but her decision to leave me tied up really turned me on, when I thought about it afterwards. I knew that I would be found by staff, but aside from that factor, it really appealed to me for some messed up reason.

After the entire ordeal was over, I went home and spent the rest of my day trying to relax. However the thought of a repeat situation was playing on my mind and I couldn’t seem to shake it. I started to wonder if there was a way to relive the same scenario, without being found by the motel staff in the morning. I didn’t want to involve another call girl because my finances had just taken a massive hit. I simply couldn’t afford another session any time soon. I tried asking the only kinky friend I knew, if she would be up for dominating me in a bondage session, but sadly she wasn’t interested, especially now that she has a boyfriend.

After much consideration an idea suddenly struck me. What if I posted an ad on the internet and reached out to strangers? But then I realized that no woman will agree to such an idea without a trusting connection first. It would have to be a man, I thought to myself. It would have to be a really horny man with little boundaries.

The thought of a man having his way with me really turned me on, especially if there were multiple guys involved. It’s something that I’ve never done before as I’m mostly straight, but I guess sometimes you have to explore new territory to keep things exciting. However there was still the problem of eliminating the chance of being found by motel staff. I really had to sit and think about this for a long time before another idea eventually struck me. I’ll just use an electronic timing lock to release myself before the morning. Like a digital padlock.

I ordered myself the padlock online, and within 7 days it arrived on my doorstep. After a few test sessions I was convinced that it would do the trick without failure. Everything was almost ready to go at this point, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest from anticipation. I had also picked out a pretty purple PVC dress and a pair of black nylon panties, as cross dressing was part of this fantasy. The dress was skin tight, and really hugged my body, it was perfect, like having a second skin. Though I couldn’t wear something sexy like this and not include footwear. A pair of black patent leather heels was also purchased to go with the dress and the makeup that I intended on wearing. I wanted to be a real slut for these guys. I wanted to know what it felt like to be a helpless damsel for real.

Once everything was in order I booked a room at a nearby motel, and I made damn sure the room had a spa bath this time. I really wanted a nice bath after everything was over and done.

I then posted an ad on a popular fetish website that read:

“Sissy girl looking for people to have their fun with me. I will be staying at the Lockinheart Motel on the 24th of August, in room 27. I will be tied to the bed and gagged. You may do whatever you like with me, so long as you don’t harm me in any way. The room key will be under the welcome mat outside the door. If the key is missing, then the room will be in use, and you must wait for your turn. When you leave make sure to put the key back under the mat, and don’t bother untying me, as I have a digital lock for that”.

The day I arrived at the motel, I entered the room with a bag full of my stuff and got busy with setting everything up. It was 6pm when I got there and the sun was soon to set, so I wasted no time with getting naked and slipping into my lovely PVC dress, panties and high heels. I applied my makeup afterwards, using a bright red lipstick and black eye liner. Next I shoved a ball gag in my mouth and firmly secured it.

I pre-lubricated my ass and proceeded to fasten 4 leather straps to the legs of the bed. I then attached a set of metal handcuffs to each of the straps, and laid down on the bed (face up) ready to bind myself. I used the time lock to link the set of cuffs on my right to the conjoining leather strap. I then stashed the keys to all of my handcuffs under my pillow. The idea was that when the timer is up, the lock will open itself, releasing my right set of handcuffs from the strap, and allowing me to fetch the keys tucked under my head pillow.

With everything set and ready to go I spread my legs far apart, and locked my feet into their cuffs. I then proceeded to do the same with my arms, locking my hands in their cuffs as well. This is it! I thought to myself as I lay there, spread eagle and totally helpless. I set the lock to open at 3am, giving me about nine hours of bondage fun without having to worry about motel staff. The only thing that concerned me at this point was the possibility of being treated really badly by whoever decided to come here. My heart began racing as the reality of the situation started to sink in further, and I was starting question my decisions. Fuck! I thought to myself.

On the inside I was panicking, for a quite a while, until I slowly managed to calm myself down. Finally, my head fell completely silent, matching the ambience of the room. It became a little boring to be honest, just laying there, waiting and wondering. Watching the curtains move gently and ever so slightly as the breeze swept across the room from an open bathroom window. For a while there it was quiet and peaceful.. until I heard a key in the door.

My heart rate began to skyrocket once more as I watched the door handle turn, and saw a rather tall man enter the room. He was wearing a light blue shirt covered in oil stains, with dark blue jeans and dirty black boots. I closed my eyes, as I couldn’t stand to look at him. Maybe it would have been a good idea to wear a hood, or better yet, not be in this situation at all. However it was too late to rectify the mistakes of my stupidly impulsive brain.

The man closed the door behind him and approached me, before gently running his hand over the exposed skin on my foot. I flinched a little and tried to pull away, but my cuffs would only allow me to move so far. He just smiled and continued stroking my foot in a slow motion, until he started to run his fingers gently up my leg. When he reached the bottom of my dress, just above my knee, he bent over the bed and continued to slide his hand under my dress, and over my crotch.

"Oh, you're pretty," he said while staring straight at me, still holding that smile on his face. As his hand started to firmly rub my crotch I tried to pull away again, but it was no use. My limbs were spread too far apart, and I didn't have the leeway to escape his touch. Without any other option I just submitted to what was happening, and I could feel my cock trying to grow hard, pushing against my panties. The rubbing sensation from his hand was starting to turn me on, in a way that I had never felt before, and the fact that I was trapped just increased my arousal even more. However the rubbing soon stopped, and he stood up to remove his boots, followed by the leather belt that was holding up his pants. He then took off his pants entirely after grabbing a switch blade from his pocket.

I looked at the blade with my eyes wide open as it immediately caught my attention. Why fuck is this guy carrying a knife in his pocket? I thought to myself, as panic began to set in once more.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to cut you," he said.

"Mmmph," I moaned through my gag, not knowing what to expect.

"It's a good thing you're gagged, I wouldn't want you making too much noise."

I lifted my head from the pillow and gave him a worrying look, before staring at the ceiling in despair. He's going to do whatever he wants with me, I thought to myself. Of course he is, permission was granted in my advertisement. What a stupid fucking I idea this was.

The man then climbed on to the bed with the switch blade still in his hand. He pulled at my panties and then cut them with the sharp edge, before throwing them on to the floor.

"Now that's out of the way, we can let the fun begin," he said as he spat on his cock and began to stroke it. He then placed the tip against my ass hole, and rubbed it up and down in a mocking gesture. I moaned loudly through my gag and shook my head side to side in protest, as I knew exactly where this was going. Before I could even process my thoughts, he slid his cock into my ass and began to slowly thrust, back and forth. This was a little painful and I was starting to really wish this whole thing wasn't happening right now. If I thought the slow thrusting was bad, the harder thrusting was worse. He drove his cock in deeper and started to really put his weight behind it. I could feel his cock violently hitting my prostate, as it rammed me hard without mercy. I started moaning loader and louder into my gag, when he suddenly put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Being fucked so hard by a stranger, a man, was simply overwhelming, and I began to cry a little. Yet despite my suffering he only seeming to go harder and deeper. My protests seemed to make him more horny, and I couldn't find any way of stopping him.

However as the tears slowly streamed down my face, I could feel a good sensation building deep inside of me. I could feel his girth and flesh stimulating me and starting to make me feel good. Like really good. I couldn't understand why, but eventually I was getting close to having orgasm. Like holly shit this was out of my control, I couldn't even stop myself from feeling this way, and it just made me feel like a slut. A dirty, pathetic, useless slut that was being raped.

Suddenly he took his hand off my mouth and wrapped it around my throat instead. Gripping tighter and tighter with his large fingers, until I was seeing stars on the ceiling above me. Just when I thought I was going to cum, he beat me to the finish, letting out a loud growl as he blew his load deep inside of me. His hand still wrapped around my throat with a vice like grip, until he pulled out.

"See you later, whore," he said as climbed off the bed and put his pants back on, before leaving the room.

I was stunned. Did that just really happen? I Thought to myself as I laid there in silence, unable to move, both physically and mentally. The room was quiet once more and all I could do now was reflect and think. Another breeze swept through the room and hit my exposed legs with a slight chill. Finally I was able to calm my body down and begin to relax again. However it was short lived, as I could hear yelling and banging coming through the wall, from the room next to mine. It sounded like a domestic violence situation at first, but I shouldn't be so quick to assume. Perhaps they're just roleplaying, I thought to myself. Perhaps its just a misunderstanding.

The yelling and banging continued for a few minutes longer before the place fell silent. I still have no idea what was going on over there, but the thought of danger had made me start to worry once more. All different kinds of scenarios started going through my head. What if the next guy hits me? Or even worse, stabs me? What if he decides to get really sadistic? My irrational thoughts weren't too far from reality however, because the next guy was indeed a sadist.

After a few hours of laying there, the doorknob turned once more, and in walked mister sadistic. He was dressed in all black, with a balaclava covering his face. I could only see two eyes staring back at me through his mask. Two hauntingly blue eyes, piercing my soul. The man stood there and stared at me for maybe 5 minutes without saying a word. It was really unnerving to witness, especially while I was bound in such a vulnerable position. The man then pulled a single tail whip from his bag and walked towards me, still without saying a word. I tensed up at the sight of this implement and frantically shook my head side to side. With a swift stroke of his hand he kissed my thigh with the tail of the whip. I let out a loud yelp, and tried my hardest to move further away from him, but of course, it was futile. He didn't strike me particularly hard, but it still hurt like a fucking bitch regardless.

I could tell this thing is going to destroy me. I shook my head frantically once more and let out a loud cry, but before I could do anything else he shoved a plastic bag over my head. Every time I took a breath the bag would expand and contract in response. This went on for a short while until the plastic was being pulled against my face. I tried to exhale, but there was simply no more oxygen left in my lungs. This is where I started freaking out.

I started gasping desperately for air, with the bag pulled taught against my mouth and nose. I started thrashing around and trying to make any noise that I could muster, but it was of no use. I can't scream without oxygen, and I think he knows this. I think this was the reason he carried a bag with him in the first place. Only when I felt like passing out did he finally lift the bag so that I could inhale fresh air. But it was short lived, as he pulled the bag back down again, and this time locked it around my neck with a ziptie.

I tried breathing very slowly and calmly, hoping to conserve my oxygen and last a little longer. Then suddenly I heard a loud flick, followed by a searing pain on my right thigh!

FUCK! I thought to myself, that one really hurt.

And then I felt it again, more painful than the last strike.

And then again in quick succession.

The lashes on my legs were excruciating, and I have never felt agony quite like this, not by a mile. I was screaming, truly screaming, but in reality there was no sound to be heard. Only a swift flicking noise and the sound of plastic being inhaled.

It went on again, and again, and again.

When I had finally run out of oxygen I started to feel sleepy. My world was slowly fading away, and for a moment there everything seemed to be calming down. Then I blacked out.

When I regained consciousness, the bag on my head was gone, and so was the man.

When my head caught up to my body, I looked around the room, trying to find any sign of him. But there wasn't any. He was truly gone. Thank god, I thought to myself.

However the pain in my legs was not the only thing I could feel. Upon looking down at my chest I could see two clover clamps attached to my nipples, gripping them tightly, and pressing into my flesh.

Shit! I Thought to myself. Shit, how am I going to get these off?

It was 11pm, and I knew my digital lock wouldn't open until 3am, which was still 4 hours away. I started getting concerned that my nipples would be completely dead by that time. I've never had nipple clamps attached for more than 20 minutes tops. This was really bad. What an asshole this guy was. As if torturing me with the whip wasn't enough.

Im assuming he left the clamps on knowing that I can't take them off. I guess he doesn't have to be here to get aroused by that. He probably walked right out of here with a big fucking smirk on his face too. What a dick!

One thing I was happy about is the fact he was gone, and the whipping didn't last for very long. But now I have a new problem on my hands and that problem is time. I feared what the next person may bring, and I dreaded being stuck there for any longer than I already had been. At that point I really wanted to get out, and be free of my binds, free of this terrible nightmare.

After two more hours of being tied to that bed I felt the urge to pee. Fuck! I didn't even plan ahead for this! I thought to myself. I'm not sure I can hold it until 3am. Its only 2 hours away but I really need to pee.

Before long I ended up pissing myself and the mattress. I then had to lay there in a big stinking wet pool of urine, and there was nothing I could do about it. My wrists and ankles were rather sore from the cold steel cuffs, and my jaw was getting sore from the ball gag that held my mouth open. I only had two more hours until freedom, and this was the only thing I tried concentrating on. Thinking about anything else would only make me worry again.

Two more hours, just two more hours, I kept repeating in my head. Just two more hours until I can take a relaxing spa bath and feel safe.

Another hour went by, then I heard a key in the door once again. I started to panic. Oh dear god, please no! I Thought. Please let this be the end of it. I cant take any more.

Suddenly my eyes lit up, as I witnessed a woman step into the room. She appeared to be in her late 40s or early 50s. She had long brown hair, dark red lipstick, and was wearing a leather dress, under a brown cardigan.

"I hoped you might still be tied up," she said as she closed the door.

I raised an eyebrow at her to show my confusion.

"I bet you weren't expecting a woman to show up to your sad little game," she continued.

I was surprised, truly surprised that a woman did show up, and a rather attractive one too. Her eyeshadow was black to match her dress, and her silver dagger ear rings sparkled as they caught the light. She had a thick, curvy body, killer boots, and a shiny moon necklace that sat nicely on her busty chest. Very witchy looking indeed.

She walked over to the right side of the bed and pulled a hammer out of her bag. My eyes went wide open as I saw the hammer and assumed the worst.

"You know what I don't like about digital timing locks?" she asked.

She then raised the hammer high into the air, before slamming it down on the lock, forcing it to smash open.

"They have a weakness, hit them in the right spot and they pop off," she continued.

I breathed a sigh of relief. However the feeling was soon gone when I saw her remove a huge padlock from her bag, and lock it between my cuff and leather strap. She essentially just replaced my digital lock with a thick steel one.

"Your not getting out any time soon, unless you can prove your worth."

She then covered my mouth with her hand, and removed the clover clamps from my nipples. I let out a muffled scream as they came off. The pain was next level, though I was glad to have the bastards finally removed.

"Thank you," I tried to tell her with the large ball gag in my mouth. My words were rather unintelligible but she must have guessed what I was trying to say.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm not done with you."

She pulled the pillow out from under my head and saw the keys to my handcuffs hidden there. She threw the keys across the room and then emptied my pillow case, before shoving it over my head. I could barely see a damn thing and I was starting to get concerned.

A few minutes of silence passed before I heard the sound of running water hitting a basin. Then it suddenly occurred to me... she's using my spa bath.

MOTHER FUCKER!

I was pissed. How dare she? That was suppose to be my thing!

"I can hear you grunting over there," she said from across the room.

"Your ad said that I could do whatever I like, and so that's what I'm doing".

I let out a massive sigh and just laid there unhappy. I had no idea why she wanted to keep me tied for longer, nor did I understand why I had to prove my worth. But I did have a better feeling about her than I did the other two guys.

After another hour had passed, the clock struck 3am, and I started to wonder when I would actually be set free. I started to think, maybe in another hour, or maybe after sunrise? I just really hoped that she wouldn't leave me here for the motel staff to find. So help me god, Im not doing that again.

The next thing I knew, I could hear her stepping out of the tub. Through the pillow case on my head I could vaguely see her walking towards me, before she sat down on the bed and removed it.

I looked at her naked body with with awe and excitement for a brief moment, until she started to speak.

"You know how stupid you are, right?"

I nodded my head in shame.

"This is a very dangerous situation to be putting yourself in. Anyone could seriously harm you."

Again, I nodded my head slowly in shame, agreeing with her.

"You don't have a Mistress do you?"

I shook my head.

"Would you like one?"

I tilted my head to the side, giving her a curious look. Is she serious? I thought to myself. No, she must be toying with me.

"If you can prove to me that your not completely brainless, I'll release you and show you what fun really is. Sound good?"

I nodded my head in excitement. I felt so bloody relieved to hear those words.

Next thing I knew she removed my ball gag and climbed on top of me, with her pussy hovering above my face, and her knees on either side of my head.

She looked down at me, straight in the eyes and said, "Use that tongue of yours, and use it well."

She then pressed her pussy against my mouth and kept it there for me to do as I was instructed.

"Show me what your worth, and ill show you what I can do," she said.

Needless to say, I did show her my worth. I worked really hard on pleasing this woman, in hopes to be set free and it took me forever. But in the end she kept her word and let me go.

About a week after the ordeal, she sent me a message online.

It read:

"My dear Glen, I hope you have been doing well since the motel. If you are free this weekend I would like to meet you in the park for a coffee. Lets see how well we click on a personal level. And if you can make me laugh, the next ones on me. Yours truly, Mistress Marcia."