The house is quiet as I walk through the door, my boyfriend must still be at work or something. As I move to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes I smile slightly as I see a note and some bondage gear sitting on the end of the bed, my boyfriend must be planning some kinky fun for us to relax after a long week. After stripping down I walk over and pick up the note.

"I'm working a couple of extra hours, put on the restraints I left out and you can have some fun while you wait for me to get home. X" I love it when he does this, it makes me feel so submissive. Checking the time I see that I have around two hours, part of me wants to just lock myself into the bondage straight away but I also want to be presentable for my master when he gets home to hus captive. I quickly climb in the shower and rinse off the days sweat and the smell of work, the water washing away the stress as I look forward to an evening of bondage, before stepping out and quickly drying myself, not worrying to much as I have two hours to fully dry before he has his way with me.

Returning to the bedroom I pick up the letter and reread the instructions, making sure to not make any mistakes that could ruin the fun. Step one is to lock on the chastity cage, as my master says in his message, he doesn't want me having all the fun before he gets home, and as I've had to fight the urge to pleasure myself since getting home and seeing his instructions he has a point. I sigh slightly as I push the tube over my semi hard cock, slowly crushing it down as I slide the lock in place and click it shut. The feeling of the cold hard metal imprisoning my cock and denying me access to it only fuels my horniness even more as I playfully run my hand over the other items on the bed.

Reaching out I pick up the leather collar and look at it longingly, part of me really wishes that I could wear this all the time, proudly show it off as a symbol of my relationship but unfortunately I doubt my work will allow it and I we can't afford for me not to work but at least i can enjoy wearing it for now. I bring it up to my neck and pull the collar tight around my throat, not to much that it chokes me but enough so that it isn't loose and I can constantly feel it wrapped around my neck. The feeling of my symbol of submission with every breath makes my cock twitch in its small cage and motivates me to continue, to serve my master, to obediently follow his orders.

Next on the list is the large buttplug, I give it a playful lick and slide it into my mouth, running my tongue over the metal plug before I take it out and push the now lubed toy against my ass, I let out a moan as it slowly makes its way inside me, stretching my ass open before sliding into place. As I move I reach for the next item, the plug filling me deep inside moves, causing my cock to start straining, the feeling driving me mad.

I pick up the large ballgag and bring it to my open mouth, my jaw barely opening wide enough as it slides behind on teeth and I tighten the straps keeping it in place. I playfully moan and cry out into my gag, the muffled noise that comes out is like music to my ears, no matter how much I scream and beg no one will hear me until I'm rescued, and that's if he wants to rescue me, I might be unable to speak all night as he plays with my bound body.

I reach out and grab the heavy legcuffs and slowly close them around my ankles, enjoying every click as I tighten the metal around my flesh. I playfully tug and pull on my restraints, feeling the resistance as I try to move my legs, loving how they restrict my movement to small steps, slowing me down and preventing me from running away when my boyfriend returns to have his way with me. As I think of what he will do with me I mumble in frustration through my gag as my hand touches the cold metal where me cock should be, a reminder that my pleasure is now in his hands, wishing that I could play with myself but knowing that I'll have to wait.

I pull my hand away and move onto the bed and lay down onto my front. Picking up two pairs of handcuffs I close one end of a pair round the middle of the other and slide my hands behind my back. Without looking or hesitateing I close the cuffs around both my wrists, the sound echoing pleasantly in my ears. Pulling my legs up I gab the chain of my legcuffs and hold it tight as I use my other hand to hook the remaining open cuff around it and in one quick motion close it, securing my hands and feet together in a hogtie. I'm immediately lost in my bondage as I try to stretch my legs out, pulling my arms back and forcing my back to bend uncomfortably. I tug on my cuffs and roll around on the bed, the plug inside me moving with every wiggle and twist as I struggle and roll on the bed, every now and then moaning for help into my gag, as my cock strains while I struggle.

I moan as I look up at the bedside clock, he should have been home by now. I hope nothing bad has happened. My back is starting to ache and I feel a need to stretch out. I hope he comes home soon and I'm not stuck like this. Strangely though the thought of be trapped this way makes me more horny and I feel my cage grow tighter, maybe he's deliberately being late to toy with me.

I jump as I hear the front door open and close, he's finally home. I cry into my gag hoping to get his attention, I need him to use me, to play with my helpless body, to make me his, to own me and control me. I hear his footsteps getting closer and look up as the door opens, as it does my eyes widen in horror.

"There you are, just as he said you'd be. All tied up and everything, perfectly gift wrapped for me." I struggle and pull against my restraints and scream at him through my ballgag, trying to ask who he was but all he hears are muffled cries, ones he ignores as he moves forwards to look at me. His hands caress my body as he explores me, still in a state of arousal by being in bondage for several hours I can't help but moan as the stranger touches me and my heart races in terror.

"You know your boyfriend owes me a lot of money. He said that you're a kinky bitch who'd love to help pay me back. Considering how I found you all tied up and ready for me to take you away he wasn't wrong." What? Pay off his debts? My boyfriend is selling me? The bastard! Why would he do that to me? Oh god, what will he do to me? What if this is just some elaborate roleplay? My thoughts are cut off as his hands slides over my imprisoned cock and he starts to play with my balls, causing me to let out a moan and look up at him lustfully as I continue to struggle. He smiles down at me.

"I think that you want to come with me don't you?" Without being given a chance to respond I feel his hands and arms grip me tightly and I'm lifted into the air. I struggle slightly but mainly in protest as I don't want to be dropped as he walks me to the front door.

Opening it I feel the air move over my exposed body as I'm carried over to the boot of a car. Panic takes me as I'm lowered into the small, dark space, as I'm placed into the boot I look up at my kidnapper with pleading eyes, as I struggle desperately to get out of my bondage and plead into my gag. With a sickening smile he looks down at me as the boot is slammed down, plunging me into darkness as I'm taken away.

Epilogue:

I lay on my front, tied spreadeagle to the bed. I hear the door of my room open behind me and quickly feel the hands of the fourth stranger to visit tonight on my naked body, I groan into my ring gagged mouth, partly in exhaustion but also desperate need. I pull on my restraints slightly as I feel them climb on top of me, the weight of their body, the smell of their sweat and the warmth of their breath against my neck telling me what is coming as his cock uncaringly slams itself into my well used ass. I wiggle and moan as he fucks me, my cock pushing against its cage as waves of pleasure start to build inside me, my hips moving in time with his thrusts, pushing his cock deeper into me. We both moan as his cum fills my with one hard thrust, causing me to cum into my dirty sheets. 

The man lays on top of me breathing hard as his cock slowly pulls out of my ass, his heavy warm breaths hitting the back of my neck as he mindlessly caresses me. I feel my wrists and leg restraints unclip from the corners on the bed and I roll over and allow the stranger to embrace me as I feel his cock grow hard again. I have a feeling that tonight is going to be a long night as I wrap my arms around the new occupant of my room.

Since being kidnapped if only lived in this small motel room, every night, and sometimes during the day, I'd get visitors, some don't stay long, just seeing me for a quick fuck and then having relieved themselves leaving without a word, others like to stay the night, using me multiple ways and sleeping cuddled up to me. Technically I could leave, the door to my room isn't locked, I even did once, only to immediately fall to the floor, clutching my new metal collar and twitching on the ground as it violently shocked me continuously until I was found and returned to my room. Since then I have learnt to accept my life and role as an imprisoned bondage sex slave, giving special services to kinky men who want to fuck someone willing to be tied up. I've even come to enjoy it, I would have preferred living this way with just my boyfriend but there's a thrill with having a new master every day, not knowing how they'll restrain me or how they'll treat me, will they be gentle or aggressive, just fuck me or also slap me and torture me. Right now though I seem to have one who wants to spend some intimate time with me, weirdly this I like the least, they remind me of my life before, of my loving boyfriend who sold me into slavery, of what I've lost, those who use me keep me in the here and now, help me get lost in the lustful moment. I lay with my current lover and close my eyes to get a moments rest before he wants to use me once again.

I kneel on the floor, my hands now secured behind my back as I suck on my clients sweaty morning wood, his hand pushing against the back of my head, forcing me to choke on it as he shoots his warm cum down my throat. Swallowing I try to pull away but his hand holds me in place, understanding I soon taste his morning piss as it flows into my mouth, not wanting to make a mess or drown I gulp down my the warm, bitter drink and suck and lick his cock clean of any remaining piss and cum. Without a word I'm left kneeling in the the floor with the taste of his piss lingering in my mouth as he steps into the shower, gets dressed and exits the room. Left in the quiet I look at the door for a moment and for a brief second I think of escaping, the memory of my last attempt quickly reminds me not to even consider it, as I turn and face the walls of my prison, one that isn't even locked, I can't help but be turned on by that fact, as I feel tge tight, heavy collar around my neck, a constant reminder of my place, my value, my role in life, a sign of my submission, one I wear with pride as I serve my guests.

In an hour or two my food will be delivered and I'll be uncuffed and allowed to shower, shave my body and clean myself as the room is tidied, ready for the next day of my life. As I think of it my cock begins to strain once again, maybe it's best just to stay here and enjoy being a motel bondage whore, why would I want to be free? This is where I belong, part of me feels like I should be angry at my boyfriend who sold me and those who keep me captive here, but instead I weirdly find myself grateful that because of them I can live out my life in bondage and enjoy being a submissive slave, just as I dreamed every day as I struggled through my normal life.