So here's an interesting story. This happened to me in 2021. A bit of background, I have a risky sex fetish. I regularly engage in very risky sex and enjoy being in sexually risky situations. I've had sex with convicted felons, sex offenders, I've let guys roofy me, etc.

I'm 2021 I was into something unique. I would cuff myself, feet first then hands, while in a seedy motel room with the door unlocked. Before doing this, I'd post my address on local sex forums, and even some rape kink forums. I'd essentially invite guys to come use me as they wished. I had some very satisfying encounters. Ranging from guys peeing on me, to hitting me, to licking my eyeballs. Weird stuff, but I truly enjoyed it.

One time, in the summer I did this at a very, very seedy motel right outside of Houston. I went through the same process, bound myself, and waited for guys to come. About an hour after I tied myself, the first guy came. He walked in wearing a mask, which some guys do, but I immediately know something was off because after closing and kicking the door, he ran up to me with a roll of duct tape, and immediately placed it over my mouth. I was fighting,, but he wrapped almost the entire roll around my mouth and head.

He then stood up, and started at me for a while. He left the room, I was panicking at this point, rolling around and trying to knock things down to make noise. He came back in the room with a bag, and he opened it, and took out what looked like ropes and tie downs. I was almost crying now.

He moved me to the bathroom. I heard a knock on the door, likely from another guy with the address, and because he left the faucet on I couldn't hear anything...

The guy came back into the bathroom, and began tieing me up. He folded me forward, and bound me so tight. He literally folded me up like a suitcase. Then, he put what felt like a large suit bag over me, closed it around me. I could feel him carrying me around.

I felt him take me outside, and I was put into something, and I heard a trunk close. He drives aroind for what felt like forever. Turns out, it was over 2 hours. I heard him stop every now and then, and I could hear him crying. I was terrified.

Then, the car stops. I hear him get out, I feel myself get lifted out, hear a door open, and I get thrown on what feels like a mattress. The bag in in opens, and he is looking at me with tears on his face. We're back in my motel. He tells me that he will untie me if I "kiss him like I love him". I just nodded, he untied me then started kissing me.

He kissed me, while crying, and masturbating, for another hour. Then, he got up, told me I had a light in my eyes, then left.

I ran and closed the door. This incident caused me to defer from my lifestyle for months.