This is a true story to the best of my recollection. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it.
This story takes place when Craigslist was alive and a tool to find kinky local hookups. I would put several ads out with varying different kinks, as I have a multitude of interests I wanted to explore. He responded to this ad:
"Very open minded, kinky and submissive bottom seeking a Cruel and Creative Sadist to use and abuse me as he wishes. Very few limits, prefer NO safeword. Want to know more, please ask me ANYTHING, SIR."
I checked my email, excited I had a response. I clicked it open and began reading:
"Hey faggot. Great ad. No safeword, are you sure about that? That means once we start, it only stops when I want it to. What are your limits? Send pictures. -MasterB"
I bristled a little at being called a faggot. At this point in my life I secretly submitted to men while leading a straight presenting life. I never thought of myself as gay... Or a faggot. But the feeling sink in. I reread it. And enjoyed the humiliation feeling of being called a faggot. I knew it was true. I clicked reply and responded:
"Thank you for responding to my ad, SIR. Yes, I am sure about the no safeword thing. I understand what that implies. I don't want to be able to have an eject button. I want to truly submit and take everything you wish to give, SIR. My limits are no one under 21 (I prefer much older men anyways), scat, and just keep me alive, out of the hospital and nothing that would put me in jail. All else is fair game, SIR. Are you from around here or just visiting?"
I attached a face pic and a bare chested with clamps on my nipples pic.
I spent the evening perusing Craigslist while hitting the bong and responding to ads. But what I was really anxious for was an email from HIM. It didn't take long. I excitedly opened it.
"I can work with those limits, faggot. I accept your offer of No Safeword. I've been looking for a piece of fuck meat like you. I'm going to be in your area for a camping trip next week and I need a camp bitch. I think you'd be perfect. Do you agree? This would be Friday evening through Monday evening. -MasterB."
A whole weekend? In the fucking woods?! It excited me, it terrified me. I went back and forth on how I should respond. This was crazy. This was stupid. Fuck... This was HOT! I pulled out my bottle of rum,poured heavy into a glass and mixed with coke. I drank. Then drank faster until the cup was empty, then poured another and slowly sipped on that while I thought.
I knew I could get the time off from work, that would be easy. I clicked reply:
"I think I would make a great piece of fuck meat, SIR. I'm just not sure about our first play session to be way out in the woods. I'm not calling you a serial killer, but I'm also not not calling you one too... lol."
It didn't take long for him to respond:
"Faggot, you'd be just as vulnerable getting tied up by strangers in a hotel room as you would be in the woods. I'm not going to force you into this. You have to make the choice. I me can assure you that you'll walk out of those woods alive and intact. I can make a fuck ton of your fantasies come true. Do the stuff you jerk off to and fantasize about. Make it happen, faggot. I have a very specific plan for this weekend. But it's going to take trust and guts. -MasterB"
I drank the rest of the glass and poured another. Definitely feeling the buzz deep. This was dumb. But fuck, he's right. I fantasize about scenarios just like this one. I responded:
"You're right, SIR. What specific scenario are you planning, SIR?"
He promptly responded. I imagined him sitting in his loving room, anxiously awaiting my responses just as much as I awaited his:
"Ok faggot, I will park in a designated discreet spot. You show up and find the vehicle empty but the back door will be unlocked. Inside you will find a contract to sign stating you are submitting to me completely..no rights, respect your limits, no safeword. The contract is dated through the weekend. During that time you are completely mine. Then there will be an envelope with your next set of instructions. Once you follow them, you'll be blindfolded, I will arrive and claim you and take you to the campsite. Haven't you ever fantasized about being kidnapped? This is your chance, cock sucker. -MasterB"
I knew I was on the drunk side of things, but even if I had been sober, my response would have been the same:
"Yes, SIR. It is a huge fantasy of mine. I will submit to you, SIR. Do I get to see a pic of you?"
He again responded quick:
"No, you do not get to know what I look like. That would ruin the kidnap fantasy, wouldn't it? You'll get to see my face and plenty more when you're my camp bitch. It shouldn't matter what I look like. You exist to submit, to be used and abused. Correct, faggot? Until I say so, you are forbidden to cum. You can edge, you can fuck that tight little boy pussy all you want with toys. But don't you dare empty your balls. Good night for now, I will give you further instructions in a few days. Make this happen, don't be a pussy."
I talked with my work, arranged to take vacation that long weekend. And I waited, checking my email often. Wanting so badly to receive instructions, clicking refresh in my email over and over desperate for contact. The week was brutal, going back and forth mentally on whether or not I was actually going to follow through with this. He reached out the Wednesday before submission time. I eagerly read his email, knowing full well that I was going to show up on Friday, no matter what. The message read:
"I know you've been squirming, faggot. This weekend has consumed your thoughts. You're going to make a fine camp bitch. Here's the plan. I will park behind the old vacant shopping mall. At 8pm You will approach my vehicle, find, read and then sign the contract. Put it back into it's envelope and put it on the driver's seat. Then there will be another set of instructions. Follow them completely. I will be back to come claim you and take you to camp. You don't need to pack anything. Do not back out. -MasterB"
I read it several times, fantasizing about what could happen. I knew exactly what mall he was talking about. All the stores closed down leaving the entire place vacant. Perfect place to get kidnapped, I supposed.
Friday finally came. I was anxious. Scared. Excited. I needed this to be real. I needed this to happen. I purposely didn't tell anyone where I was going, just that I was leaving town for the weekend to visit relatives. I knew this was also stupid, but I didn't care.
I parked near the mall and walked to the place he said he would be parked. His SUV was easy to find because it was the only vehicle there. I approached as he ordered and found the contract. I read every word, realizing just exactly how fucked up things could get. And I was literally asking for it. I signed, put the contract back in the envelope along with my ID as he also ordered in the contract, and then tossed the envelope in the front seat.
I found another envelope labeled "faggot" next to a bag. The letter read:
"Good job, faggot. Make sure you sign the contract first, then empty out the bag. You are to strip completely naked outside of the vehicle and put your clothes in the bag. Inside you will find a water bottle. Put everything from the bag on/in you except the gag, hood and handcuffs. Then you are to open the water bottle and completely chug it down, as you will need hydration. Then quickly put in the gag, the hood over your head and then cuff your hands behind your back. Lay down and wait for me. Hopefully I find you before someone else does. Good luck, bitch."
I poured out the bag. And my eyes took in every item. Out poured the water bottle, a cock cage, butt plug, nipple clamps, ball gag, blindfold, ear plugs, hood, cuffs for my ankles and cuffs for my wrist. I looked around, aware of the darkness, how vulnerable I was. Anyone could have been watching. Was HE watching? I looked around, not seeing any obvious movements. I shuddered, then removed my clothing, putting them and all my belongings in the bag.
I started with the cock cage, locking my cock up tight. I noticed there were no keys in any of the locks. I prayed he had them all readily available.
Then I lubed up the plug. It made me nervous because it was significantly larger than the ones I used on myself. I started to fuck my ass with it, pushing it a little bit deeper and a little bit deeper. I started to feel resistance. I was terrified I wouldn't be able to get it inside of me and fail my first order. I squirmed and wiggled, it hurt but I pushed through until it popped into my ass, settling in tightly. The pain was shocking, I yelped and cried out, hopping from foot to foot, until my ass got used to the large toy. Fuck that hurt good. I wondered if he saw that display of weakness.
I held the ankle cuffs in my hand. I stared at them breathing heavily trying to calm myself. None of the locks had keys. Once I locked them on, there was absolutely no going back. This was stupid... This was dangerous... This was exciting and everything I have fantasized about. Before I knew what I had done, the cuffs clicked locked around my ankles.
My head spun. This was really going to happen. I put the clamps on my nipples, giving the chain between them a couple tugs for good measure. My cock throbbed, trying to get hard but pressing up against the small cage.
I crawled into the back of his vehicle and closed the door behind me. I opened the water bottle, noticing that the tampering seal had already been broken. I took a chug, the water tasted bitter. I looked at it more closely, and it was definitely cloudy colored. What the fuck did he put in it? I knew I had to keep drinking it. The thought of him coming back and finding that I had not followed every order completely had me terrified. The contract. The fucking contract. He could do anything to me. I had asked for it and I signed. My fate was sealed. I tipped the bottle back and chugged the rest of it.
By the time the last drop went down my throat, whatever was in it was starting to kick in. My mind started to get foggy, I had a dumb ball gagged grin on my face. I focused myself to put the plugs in my ears, pull the hood over my head and then cuffed myself behind my back.
I laid there, naked and exposed. I kept imagining scenarios where other people but Master would find me. I imagined a cop rolling up, flashlight illumination the car. Then him calling his cop buddies to make fun of me. Then the drugs really hit, I fell into it in darkness. I don't know if I was passed out and dreaming or awake and just experiencing weirdness. I felt compliant and ready to lose myself. The hallucinogens took over. I felt great.
I have no idea how long he left me like that. I swear it was well over an hour. I found out I wasn't alone when the nipple chains went taught and then tugged on. My senses tried to take in what was going on around me the best they could with the limits that were put on them. It wasn't much. The drugs kept trying to pull me into myself, into my mind and get lost there. I felt the shifting weight of him getting into the vehicle. The vibration of the engine being turned on, and the momentum of finally moving. Destination unknown to me.
A complete stranger was kidnapping me. I was completely at their mercy. That dread lingered. A part of me was completely sure I would never make it out of those woods alive.
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