I bartend at a few places. One caters to tourists, the other place to locals. At my local place, I have a handful of regulars that I like to chat with when they come in.

It was recently at my local’s place that one of my regulars came in on a night where it was completely dead. We get to chatting while I’m serving him. I’ve always thought he was hot. Muscular & Reserved, I could tell he’s a bit dangerous.

It’s getting to be approaching towards closing time where the conversation turns a bit, sexual I guess? I drop some hints about my kinks (being bound and gagged, spanked, hurt, humiliated) etc… and he picks up on them like he’s a shark and I’m bleeding in the water.

One of my fantasies is for me to working alone at my bar at night and to get robbed, tied up and gagged, and then raped.

He suggests we seize the night.

I agree.

I lock the doors and tell him to meet me near the kitchen in the back. We go into the pantry and and I have a roll of silver duct tape and a dirty dish rag for him. I dare him to do his worst.

Soon my ankles are taped together. Then my thighs above my knees. Then my torso. Duct tape above and below my tits. The constriction is practically forcing my tits out of my tank top. Then my wrists crossed behind my back.

Then he shoves the dish rag into my mouth. All the way into my mouth. It tasted so disgusting but it’s so humiliating. By that time I had a lake forming in my pants. Then he started wrapping the duct tape around and around my head. He was nice enough to go under my hair. The sick industrial stench of the adhesive really hammered in the fantasy that I was now helpless. My tits are fondled and removed from my top, he proceeds to squeeze and play with them for awhile.

He drags a bar stool over into the pantry and bends me over it, brutally forcing my pants down just at my knees. My underwear is ripped off and he forces himself inside.

He must have fucked me 3-4 times it was so rough and amazing. My pathetic little gagged grunts and moans was all I could muster.

He finishes all over ass for the last time.

For one last mind fuck, he threatens to carry me over to the pool table, hog-tape me, and leave me bound and gagged for the afternoon crew to discover.

He doesn’t though. He let me out, kissed me on the forehead, and then I let him out of the bar.

The next time I saw him he tipped me $1000.