I walk into the the small and quiet hotel, one cheap and out of the way of anything, the strange smell that are always in those sort of places immediately hitting my sense as I open the door, like damp dusty carpet. The man behind the desk looking completely disinterested in their job, not even hiding the fact that he is playing a game on his phone, the sounds audible and the screen clearly visible. Another man looks at me as I walk up, I'm guessing he is another guest, although his stare lingers uncomfortably as I try to get the attention of the hotel staff so I can get to my room, every second growing more uncomfortable as the other man continues to watch me. Maybe I should go somewhere else?

"Hello sir, how may I help?" I feel slight relief as he finally notices me.

"Yes I need a room for two nights." He gives me a forced and clearly well practiced friendly smile.

"Are you here for anything in particular?" I know he doesn't really care and is just making polite conversation so I'll keep it brief, plus I can still feel the other guest's eyes on me and I just want to get to my room.

"Just a weekend away, nothing special." The man behind the desk smiles at me, both of us knowing he couldn't give a crap. I quickly take the key card and leave round a corner, not seeing the other guest reaching over and taking a key card as the hotel staff gets distracted on his phone again. 

The hallway is lit with a dull yellow light, one that at one point was likely a lot warmer and brighter but aged over time and neglect, the thin carpet doing nothing to dampen the stand as I walk up to my room and swipe the key card, the door clicking and beeping allowing me to open and enter my room. I sigh and look around the small room, the tiny bed, the worn carpet, the 30 year old boxy TV, and the wonderful view of the carpark outside. I put my bags down and walk back to the door, taking the do not disturb sigh off the inside and opening the door slightly hooking it on the outside handle, quickly closing it. I smile as I move to the bed and place my bag onto it, finally time to have some fun, some that I can't have in my shared accommodation, most of my flatmates never leaving, none at the same time, every couple of months I save up and travel to some cheap hotel, just to get away, get some space, to be free to do what I enjoy, I never even tell them where I'm going, they probably think that I live some secret double life or have a secret relationship or something, all I really want is space and privacy. I unzip my bag, the clothes for my return trip covering the rest of the contents, I remove the clothes revealing all of my bondage equipment that I keep hidden at home, part of me wonders what my flatmates would think of me if they knew my actual secret. I pull out two pairs of handcuffs and place them onto the bed, quickly followed by legcuffs, a collar, a ballgag, chastity cage and buttplug. I quickly strip, placing both sets of clothes into my bag and pick up the chastity cage, quickly sliding the metal ring behind my balls and the small tube over my cock, which is already starting to get semi erect at the sight of my bondage gear, excitement and anticipation building as I click the two pieces together, preventing myself from getting to excited to early, my cock already getting hard several times on the trip here as I thought about my weekend of bondage. I then pick up the collar wrapping it tightly around my neck, locking it in place with a small padlock. I pull out a long chain, long enough to just about reach the toilet and almost reach the door, I lock it to my collar with another padlock and wrap the other end around the leg of the bed, connecting it together with a padlock, securing me to the bed, preventing me from getting out of the room if I tried, my cock already straining as I tested the chain leashing me in place like an animal, trapping me in the room. I pick up the ballgag and open my mouth as it presses against my lips, pretending that someone else is forcing it into my mouth to muffle my moans, as I tighten the strap and lock it in place, clicking the padlock shut, sealing in my moans of pleasure, drool dripping over my lip and onto my chin as I test my gag, moaning and pulling on the chain holding me, pretending to be desperate to escape, to get free from my invisible captor who has me chained to his bed. 

After a few minutes I sit on the bed and cuff the legcuffs around my ankles, enjoying the feeling of the cold and firm metal as it clicks tightly closed, preventing me from moving fast and running away from my pretend captor who has imprisoned me in this hotel room. I moan into my gag as I pull on my leg restraints, testing them, tugging on the unyielding chain. I pick up the buttplug and push it up against my ass, I moan and drool uncontrollably as it slowly slides in, stretching me open as it forces itself inside, filling me as it pops into place, my ass tightly closing around it, holding the intruder in place. I slowly walk over the my bag, the legcuffs reducing my movement to a slow pace, while the plug buried in my ass gently moves with each step causing my cock to twitch uncomfortably in its cage, I pick the remote out of my bag and set the plug to a low setting, moaning as it comes to life inside me, placing the remote back into my bag along with the keys to all of my restraints, pulling out a small box before zipping it up and locking the zip with a padlock. Opening the box I place the padlock key to my bag inside and set the timer for 3 hours and close it, the magnetic lock engaging and preventing me from opening it until it switches off when the timer reaches 0:00:00. 

Placing the box down on the floor by my bag, I move back to the bed, pick up the handcuffs and lay down on my front, quickly putting my arms behind my back and snapping the cuffs around my wrists, moaning as I close them tighter, the wonderful clicking sound echoing in my ears. I pull my legs back and hook one end of the remaining handcuffs around the chain, the other end around my handcuffs and arching my back quickly close both end, locking my wrists and ankles together in a hogtie. 

I struggle and roll helplessly on the bed, my back arching back as I test my bondage, moaning and drooling, my cock straining as the plug mercilessly teases me, as I enjoy my bondage, pretending that I'm the helpless kidnap victim of a cruel master, one who wishes to keep me prisoner as the bound sex slave. 

I moan and struggle in my hogtie, my back aching and my cock strain desperately against the rigid metal of its prison, my mind slowly going insane with desire, frustration and need, wishing that I could touch my desperate denied cock. I see the box on the floor, its glowing screen still counting down. 0:05:47. So close. Although even when I'm free I won't allow myself any relief, my plan is to undo my bondage except for my cage and plug, leaving the chastity key inside the lock box for an hour while I head out for dinner, treating myself to a takeaway while my cock strains in frustrated desperation, leaving me horny and ready to return to my room for a night of bondage tied to the bed. 

I roll around, eager to be free, the rattling of my chains only making me more turned on, as I watch the counter slowly tick down. 

My breathing stops and I freeze in terror, did I just hear the sound of a key card? Did the do not disturb sign fall off the door? How will the hotel staff react to seeing me like this? What if they think that someone did this to me and call the police? I'd be so embarrassed. What if in doing that I make the news? Then my secret would be out. My heart races as I hear the beep and click of the lock, followed quickly by the turning of the door handle. As it quickly opens I see the guest who was watching me as I booked my room, his creepy gaze staring at me hungrily as he quickly shuts the door. Fear and horror fill me as I hear the door close and the lock automatically click into place, trapping me inside with my unwanted visitor. I begin to panic and struggle in my restraints as he calmly walks over to me, I cry out into my gag and try to roll away as his hand gently touches me, my helpless and vulnerable bound body unable to get away as he caresses me, running his hand over me, I shamelessly moan slightly as his hand touches my aching and needy balls, my cock straining hard from the warm stimulation. Humiliation flows over me as I see him smile at my response and I try to wiggle myself away from him, only to freeze as I hear the beep from the lock box, informing me that the timer has reached 0:00:00. I watch helplessly as my uninvited guest moves over to the box and smiles sadisticly as he picks it up and opens it to find the key. I looks over at me with a knowing look as he bends down to unlock my bag. I watch in fear and try to get free of my restraints as sees all of the keys to my freedom, not to mention a lot of additional bondage gear that he can use on me. I struggle desperately in terror as he approaches me, a disturbing joyful smile on his face.

"Struggle all you want my little bondage slave, you know you can't escape, you made that impossible all by yourself." I cry out into my gag, hoping that someone would hear my muffled cries for help, flinching as he gently strokes my teary cheek.

"Scream all you want, and you will be screaming, I'll make sure of that, no one will hear you, I was in the room next door, I enjoyed listening to your quiet muffled moaning but I'll definitely enjoy hearing you muffled screams more." I continue to struggle and scream in terror as he roughly rolls me over. I hear the cuffs holding my wrists and ankles together click open and my legs drop weakly to the mattress, my back thankfully straightening after hours bent back. I feel the bed beneath me shift as weight is added to it, my now straight legs pinned down by it, as my plug is uncaringly pull out of my ass, leaving it stretched and feeling empty. 

I scream into my gag and struggle against my cuffs as his cock quickly fills my empty ass, painfully forcing himself into me, aggressively thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, my flailing body pinned down, my hands uselessly struggling behind me against the cuffs, my cries muffled by my gag as he continues to use me, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as to my shame and humiliation my cock strains painfully against its chastity cage, my cries slowly turning to moans as hours of built up frustration bursts out of me, my cum dampening the sheets beneath me as my captor continues to use me, the twitching and shaking of my body as I am forced to orgasm bringing him over the edge, his warm cum filling my insides. 

I breathe hard into my gag and lay my ashamed and humiliated face down into the sheets, as he pulls out and climbs off of me, his cum slowly leaking at of my ass, as he calmly starts pulling out other items from my bag. 

While he is distracted I suddenly get a burst of energy and bravery, no longer hogtied I roll off the bed and to my feet, moving as fast as I can to the door. As I reach it I suddenly feel my collar tighten around my neck, choking me, as I'm pulled back hard, throwing me stumbling into the side of the bed and slumping to the floor as I desperately try to catch my breath. 

"We aren't finished yet my little bondage slave. Besides I know that you are secretly enjoying it so far." I look up in fear, humiliation and defeat at my captor as he smiles down at me, both terrified dread and aroused excitement flowing over me as I wonder what he has in store for me next. 

2 days later: 

I choke and struggle helplessly in my restraints as my head is moved back and forth, forcing his cock down my throat, my eyes watering as my lungs burn for air and my cock strains. I gasp in a deep breath as his cock pulls out of my mouth and rests on my tongue, his warm cum spraying down my well used throat as I swallow it down into my empty stomach, one that never got the takeaway I had planned to eat, only ever fed cum and piss over the last two days of my stay in the hotel, one where I'm constantly bound and restrained, regularly used and never allowed to leave my room. 

"Pleas..." my quiet weak pleading voice is cut off as a large ballgag is stuffed into my mouth and tightly locked in place, my mouth no longer needed, having fulfilled its primary function.

"It looks like your stay here is over, today is the day you're due to leave. So I guess this is it. It's been fun slave." With that he casually walks over to the door. Panicking I call out to him, not wanting him to leave me alone here like this, to give me at least some dignity, not that I have much left after cumming on his cock so many times. My desperate cries are ignored as he opens the door and leaves, leaving me alone, still naked, still cuffed, still gagged, still chained to the bed, filthy with sweat, piss and cum over my body, my cock straining in its cage as the taste of his cum lingers. 

I sit exhausted against the bed, my body tired from being used over and over again, my plugged ass twitching, sore and full of cum. Although I hate to admit it part of me actually misses my captor. I shake my head, no, I need to get myself free before anyone finds me like this, maybe I can even call the police before he gets away. I weakly get to my feet and slowly stumble over to my bag. With my hands cuffed behind my back I have to lower myself sitting away from the bag and feel around inside, rummaging through my belongings for the keys. Fear slowly builds inside me as I look for the keys. Where are the keys? Did he take the keys? How will I get free? I feel my cock straining in its prison at a sudden realisation and I cry out into my my gag in horror at not being able to remove my chastity. 

Panic overtaking me I shakily get back up to my feet and move towards the door, as I reach it my chain tugs on my collar, my cuffed hands reaching out for the door handle, my fingertips barely touching it, muffled whimpers escaping my mouth as I desperately try to open the door, wishing that it would open. 

I jump as I hear it unlock and step away, the door nearly hitting me as it opens, sending me stumbling back. I stare in confusion as my captor returns, wheeling in a large suitcase. 

"Time to pack all your belongings away to leave." Realisation dawns on me and I shake my head and back away in terror, while he calmly follows me until I bump into the wall behind me. Tears of dread fill my eyes as he raises a soaked cloth up to my face, the strong smell fills my sense before it clamps over my nose and mouth, forcing me to breathe in the fumes, my panicked heart rate slowing as my legs weaken and buckle, my terrified mind going numb, my eyelids growing more and more heavy, the room fading into darkness as I lose consciousness, ready to be stored away in the giant suitcase, wheeled out as nothing but luggage and taken away from the hotel. 

Epilogue: 

1 year later:

I lay on my master's bed, the thick chain linking my heavy metal collar rattling as his cock slams into me, muffled moans escaping my gagged mouth, while my caged cock strains inside its cage, my hips moving in time with his thrusts as he grips my bound wrists, pulling on them as he rams his cock deeper, his balls slapping against me, my own full and aching balls swinging uselessly beneath me, my heart racing and my mind happy to be used after a long day of being restrained, of endless denial, waiting for my master. I moan loudly as I feel my master cum deep inside me, my own body shaking in a blissful orgasm, before master let's go, leaving me to drop ungracefully onto the bed, feeling my fresh cum underneath me, while my master's leaks out of my ass. 

As I rest part of me vaguely remembers a life when this was just a pretend scenario I was playing out in self bondage but now it is reality, I'm grateful for my master making my silly make believe bondage a reality, to let me live out my bondage dreams, to give me a place to live where I can openly enjoy my bondage without any interpretations, especially after the authorities gave up looking for me, not that they had much to go off of, no one knew where I was or what I was doing, and once I learnt to behave and not try and escape from my master I never tried to be found. Why would I want to be found or taken away from here? Master gave me something I've always wanted, he with him I never have to hide who I truly am, even when he has guests over, I can live out my fantasies with him, no longer hiding them. I'm grateful for his firm hand and guidance, grateful for his training, grateful to be chosen to be his slave.