deceived by a stranger

[kleinbdsm]

Part l:
One of the events I remember perfectly is one of the first sessions I had. When I recall that event, I'm filled with so many feelings that I couldn't possibly recount them all.
But to this day, I can assure you it was exciting in its own way; of course, I couldn't say the same back then.
Although I like tying up girls, I have no problem being tied up by guys. I enjoy being both the rigger and the tied up, so there's a broader range of options when it comes to sessions with someone.
And that's how it was when I met ****** (for personal reasons, I won't share his name). We established a good rapport and agreed to meet for a session. We were both excited to meet and experience the joys of bondage.

He provided the location: a student apartment in a three-story building. It just so happened to be in the area where I study, so the travel time from my house to the agreed-upon location was less than an hour.
Up until that point, everything was going normally; we had a place where there seemed to be no interruptions. From what the guy had told me, he was renting the apartment with two classmates to make ends meet, so we'd have the place empty for the rest of the day while his classmates were attending to matters at school.
We met at the apartment at exactly four in the afternoon. Upon arriving on time, I found him in front of the door. We exchanged a few words, and after a few seconds of struggling with the lock, we entered.
Inside, it was a simple place with two bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, and a bathroom—nothing special about it. We agreed that once we entered the apartment, the game would begin, with this being an arrest situation.
He would be a suspicious police officer, and I would be the victim trying to avoid arrest. His first move was to order me to put my hands up for a search. He took my wallet and cell phone. He also took my backpack and left everything in the corner of the living room.

He leaned me against the wall and took a pair of handcuffs from the back pocket of his pants. I was surprised at how well he played his role. I tried to approach the situation, assuming a fearful and bewildered attitude about my arrest, making excuses like "I'm innocent" or "you're making an official mistake," while he acted tough, offering no answers.
I only felt my wrists being captured behind my back by the cold metal. I tried to struggle, but the handcuffs were tightened tightly, leaving me with no way out. Then the man blindfolded me with a white handkerchief, claiming it was for security procedures.
Of course, we weren't following a script, so any movement he made was a surprise to me. He took me to one of the bedrooms and had me sit on the floor next to the bed. A few minutes later, I felt a new pair of handcuffs clamping my ankles tightly.
Afterward, my captor simply said, "Wait here and don't make any noise or try anything stupid. I'll make a couple of calls." His footsteps then faded into the living room, while I struggled in my metal restraints. At the time, I was dressed very casually in a black long-sleeved T-shirt, denim jeans, and a pair of blue Converse high-tops.

I didn't want to make the arrest easy for him, so I managed to get up, leaning my back against the edge of the bed, and began jumping around the bedroom. Of course, with my eyes covered, it was impossible to find an escape route, and I could easily lose my balance. But since the room wasn't too big, I was able to leave the room and continue jumping around the hallway.
Minutes later, I heard his footsteps approaching, and within seconds, he grabbed my arm and easily carried me over his shoulder back to the bedroom. He then left me sitting on the bed and began untying the laces of my sneakers.

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Part ll:
The guy, still in his police role, assured me he wouldn't let me escape, only to reveal that this was more of a kidnapping than an arrest. As he said this, he had finished removing my sneakers and began pulling at my socks. I immediately withdrew my feet from his grasp. I knew he would use my socks as padding for a good gag, and I didn't want to taste a pair of worn, sweaty socks. To top it all off, they were long and made of thick material, so my mouth would be completely silenced.
When I objected, my captor opted for another option. I heard him move a few things while I was puzzled by his next move, so I continued my victim-like dialogue, saying things like, "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone, so take your valuables with you," but my dialogue was cut off by his next move. "Don't hurt me, take everything you want... guph mmmph." I couldn't see what it was at the time, but my captor shoved something made of cloth into my mouth. It had a strange taste, but I couldn't tell if it was underwear or just a rag. He then silenced me with a handkerchief between my teeth to keep from spitting out the stuffing.
Now my role as victim was complete; I couldn't see, and all that came out of my mouth were muffled moans. There was a moment of inactivity on my captor's part; I only heard his footsteps moving back and forth. After a few minutes, I heard a zipper being opened and things being stuffed into what appeared to be a backpack. "Okay, everything's ready here. Now I'll put you in a position more appropriate to your role before leaving. I'll need those handcuffs back, but don't worry, I'll leave you a gift," was all he said. I didn't know what he meant by that, I didn't know if he was still acting according to his role, so I was bewildered. Of course, the only thing that came out of my mouth were simple "Mmmph mmmph" as I tried to spit out the stuffing in my mouth.
Everything happened so fast that I couldn't react in time. My captor sat next to me on the bed. I didn't know what he was up to, but all I heard was what appeared to be a glass bottle filled with water. I could hear the liquid bouncing off the material of the container.
My confusion increased, but suddenly the palm of his hand completely covered my nose. It wasn't his bare palm; he was holding a handkerchief over it, and a strong, damp smell permeated my nose. It was too late for me to realize that the liquid wasn't water, but some kind of chemical that plunged me into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds. I stopped struggling and fell exhausted onto the bed.

[kleinbdsm]

Part lll:
I completely lost track of time. When I came to, I was still lying on the bed, although the sensation surrounding my body was different. Of course, I was still tied and gagged, not by handcuffs but by meters of what appeared to be rope. My jaw was numb, and my vision was blocked by the scarf.
I tried to get up, but it was impossible. I only managed to lean my back against the headboard; I still hadn't fully recovered. With what little strength I had left, I shook my head from side to side to remove the scarf from my eyes, but I was unsuccessful. Then, using the edge of the headboard, I slowly pulled the scarf away until it fell to the side of the bed.
When my eyes adjusted to the light, the bedroom was empty. I turned my eyes to the mirror on the closet to my left and froze when I saw myself. Meters of rope surrounded my body. My hands, my elbows, even my knees were restricted by the material. The rope also crossed my chest, waist, and crotch. Beneath it, my legs and ankles were tightly bound, and my legs were crossed so that it would be impossible for me to stand up. Looking at my face, my gag was now a red ballgag. The ball was larger than normal, so my jaw was wide open, and the tightly cinched black leather straps prevented me from freeing myself.
And the icing on the cake was my clothes. They were gone; now only my underwear remained. On top I was wearing a white tank top, underneath I was still wearing my black boxer shorts. With my legs crossed, my underwear had stuck together more than usual, even pushing into my butt. Further down, my legs were exposed, and my feet were still covered by my socks. They were above the ankle and made of thick material, which helped me resist the tightness of the ropes. Their white pattern with gray areas at the ankle and toetips matched my new hostage outfit.
Upon closer inspection of the room, some things were scattered on the floor. One of them caught my attention, and as I looked more closely, I began to get nervous. It was a handkerchief. I deduced that it had been used to gag me before falling asleep, but next to it was what appeared to be a balled-up garment. I finally realized that the stuffing that had been inside my mouth was actually girl's underwear, more precisely, pink panties. Bewildered, a feeling of fear began to invade me, my heart beating faster and faster. I hadn't paid much attention to the surroundings of the apartment. More precisely, the things lying on the bedroom floor were toiletries and clothing. And they all belonged to one or maybe two girls.
Makeup, skincare products, jeans, blouses, dresses, and skirts. Not only that, but also women's underwear. Panties, socks, and bras littered the floor.
This was supposed to be the boy's apartment, so I wondered what all this was doing lying in the bedroom. Nerves overcame me, and my thoughts turned to the idea that maybe not just the apartment but the entire building was a girls-only dorm.
I began to moan and struggle desperately until my captor appeared before me. "I see you're finally awake, well everything's ready so I have nothing else to say but thank you for this session, I really loved being able to tie you up and I hope we see each other again soon, that's all from me, I hope you enjoy your stay here" As he said that I froze, my captor was carrying a couple of backpacks including mine, they all seemed to have been stuffed with things from the place, mine was still open, the guy left it on the floor and proceeded to put my clothes away, he also threw my wallet inside, closed it and hung it back up.

[kleinbdsm]

Part IV:
He only approached to leave my credentials and my cell phone on the closet, claiming he still has a good heart. I could only moan desperately, begging him to untie me, but my captor ignored my pleas and before leaving, he turned to say, "By the way, you were unconscious for about 40 minutes, so it's 6:15. At 7 o'clock, the girls from this apartment will be back, or so I think. Hahaha, they might even come back earlier, so your time is running out. Good luck." He finally left the bedroom. I tried to scream for help, but my gag only allowed me to moan. Seconds later, I heard the door close, and so my captor left, along with my chances of escape.
That person took his role as a kidnapper very seriously, so much so that he left his victim tightly bound and gagged. I didn't know how much time had passed but I continued with my useless attempts to free myself until I heard a couple of footsteps accompanied by laughter approaching the place, of course they were girls' laughter, not only the boy entered his role but I had taken the situation very seriously so much so that I had no choice but to continue asking for help like the hostage that I ended up being.

FIN...

[Redman]

Interesting story. Make sure you add the gender tag.