caught crossdressing

My phone rings. I recognize the name but it isn't golfing season. I've only talked briefly with this guy a couple of times. We play golf sometimes with the same group of men. He asks me if I ever fool around in any gay porn sites. I almost hang up, but I do spend some time there. He laughs and tells me where he saw my profile. He says he is a master dom of sorts and is always looking for submissive tramps like me to play with. This time I do hang up. 

He texts me the link to my profile and tells me he has all the dozen of our mutual friend's numbers. I barely remember this guy. We meet at a bar in Spokane. He tells me to be sure to wear panties and a bra under my clothes. I recognize him better now. He is a big, middle-aged hairy fucker. Before I can sit down he gets right up and back out the door we go. He pulls me aside from his truck and opens the door. "Get in, bitch."

On the front seat are two pairs of police handcuffs, some rope, a roll of duct tape, and a red rubber ball gag. I'm really nervous as it is, and not really excited about getting in this guys truck. Even more, seeing the bondage gear. "If you behave, I won't need to put you in those, and throw you in the back." I quietly slide the items aside and get in. 

We drive for a while, until after dark. He tells me he has been married and divorced several times because he keeps coming back to what he really is. He can't stop thinking about boys who he turns into sex slaves using leather and chains and all sorts of other disturbing things. He tells me I am much older than his usual victims. 

Victims? I'm his victim now somehow? He pulls off the highway and tells me to turn around. He roughly pulls my arms back and uses the handcuffs to lock them behind my back. I remind him he promised not to use them. Before I can let out another word the huge rubber ball pops into my mouth. He pushes it in deep. I'm choking on it. He pulls hard, buckling the strap tightly behind my head. The rope ends up around my ankles, binding them together. He pushes me back into the seat, pulls the seatbelt around me, and locks it in place. "That will shut you up, bitch."

For the rest of the drive, he asks me one question after another. He has read my profile and my posts on the website carefully. 

"So, you like to pretend to be a kidnap victim? Bound and gagged? Dressed like some silly schoolgirl or a maid or something? Are those your perverted fantasies" I shyly nod.

Into a large garage next to a big old house. The big metal door closes behind us. He leans in close. He takes my head in his hands, face to face. "I'm going to fulfill your dreams and fantasies for you this weekend. You're going to be the helpless, submissive girl you always wanted to be. You're going to be my bimbo slut. I'm going to do that for you. Then I'm going to fuck you every which way I can think of. And I can think of a lot of ways to fuck."