Shipping and Receiving

(All Individuals mentioned in this story are over the age of 18+ and consented to the activities mentioned.)

I’d been visiting this dom for over six months, he worked as one of those cross country truckers so we often met up wherever he was home. Then one night while doing a bondage session with him, I let him know that one of my fantasies was to be kidnapped by a truck driver and kept in bondage for a trip across the country. As fate would have it, he would be on the road next week. I had some time off of work due to my schedule being very flexible and we seriously considered doing some sort of long term session. He told me that this trip would be a three or four day round trip, my heart leapt into my mouth as he asked if I would like to fulfill my fantasy and join him on the trip. We chatted some more and worked through some details of what he’d like to do with me.

All the next day at work my mind drifted off into my fantasy, how I would be tied up and kept prisoner by my fantasy truck driver. We talked on the site some more about bondage and my fantasies, I don’t know whether it was intentional on my part or the fact that I felt at ease talking with him but I let slip about a mummification session I’d done whilst at college, how I’d been wrapped up with kitchen wrap and left tightly bound as my then girlfriend played with my bound body, gently stroking me and teasing my sensitive body with his light touch, how incredibly turned on I gotten. I’d spent about an hour wrapped and my climax was well worth the experience. In fact I was now getting hot and bothered just thinking about that time and my thoughts now focused on releasing some of my pent up frustrations. 

My dom wrote that he would love to wrap me up in a nice tight cocoon and play with me for a while. He went on to describe in detail how he’d use me whilst helplessly wrapped and under his control. Whether because it was late or the fact that I was now very turned on, I agreed that we should meet up and secure this plan. I wanted to be his prisoner and see if I could handle something long term.

The next evening I logged on again with him and he went into some ground rules and more details of the trip. He asked me again if I was willing to do this? I had made my mind up to do this considering I trusted him and  it had been a deeply held fantasy of mine. My mind had been in overdrive thinking about the possibilities and what could happen, even the dangers involved in what I was about to embark on. He had only one condition remaining and that was that once in the truck I would be his ‘bondage slave’ for the remainder of the trip. Again my nerves returned if I was doing the right thing, yes I would be living one of my fantasies but could I trust someone to keep me safe the whole time? We chatted some more and he reassured me that all would be safe and I would return at the end of the trip and that site moderators would be informed of our decision both for my safety and his. 

I said that I would come with him on the trip as long as there was a safeword that we could both use in the event of there being something either of us didn’t want to do, I stressed that I was pretty open to anything he wanted to do but felt the need for some safety margin. He agreed and went on to give me the details of where we would meet, what time etc. He’d be driving through on the main interstate highway which was about 50 miles from where I lived. We'd meet in a small town not far from the highway. He also described his truck and himself and said "just to make sure you don’t get in the wrong truck!" 

On Friday at work all I could think about was what was going to happen to me the next few days. Here I was going away with a man to fulfil a fantasy that in reality would be a crime. He was going to kidnap me, tie me up and keep me for the next six days supposedly against my will. Well that was the fantasy. My body began to react to these thoughts and my tummy began to have butterflies. I could feel my cheeks become red and burn as my thoughts drifted off into my fantasy. Just then my boss walked past me and asked if I felt okay? He commented that I didn’t look well; I said that maybe I was coming down with something but would be okay; well this was better than expected as I would be off work the next few days anyway. 

When I got home that night I retreated to my bedroom, took off my clothes and decided to relieve myself of all my frustrations that had built up during the day. Later after a short nap and some needed me time, I wandered over to my computer and logged on to see if my dom was in my Dm’s. Luckily I’d just caught him before he left to prepare for the trip, he asked me what I’d be wearing when we’d meet, as he didn’t want to kidnap the wrong person! I hadn’t thought about what to wear and asked him if he had any preferences? 

He came across some ideas but I said that I would either get arrested for wearing that or pick up some clients thinking I was a hooker! Then he asked me if I had something that made me look like a schoolgirl, I said that I could probably manage that with a skirt and blouse and would he like my hair in pigtails? He said no to the hair but would love to see me dressed as a schoolgirl and that this would work into my fantasy, truth be known was that I began having this fantasy whilst still at school.

The next day I awoke, showered and had some breakfast. Then I walked into my bedroom to get dressed for my adventure. My thoughts turned to kink and I decided to surprise him with something under the uniform, I had just the thing that I’d bought a couple of months back. I dug out a white bodice, it had laces up the front to fasten me tightly inside, suspenders hung down waiting for stockings to attach to, my breasts nicely presented and held together. 

Next I chose some white nylon stockings that went with the outfit. I loved the feel as they slid up over my smooth skin covering my legs in their grasp, and it always turns me on the way they feel as they glide over my flesh. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, the image displayed was of a beautiful woman dressed in white, her hourglass figure enhanced by the bodice as it held her waist and pushed up her breasts, her stocking clad legs seemed very long and shapely, what man could resist her. I picked out a matching set of panties to complete the underwear look. 

Putting on the blouse and skirt I admired myself in the mirror, what would he think of me? The skirt just covered the tops of my stockings, if I bent down this would rise and reveal the tops of my thighs and would present a nice picture for anyone to see. I moved into the bathroom and began to apply my makeup, and then I selected my shoes and had a final check in the mirror. I made sure to pack a bag with some essentials just in case. Satisfied with the way I looked I jumped into my car and began driving to my appointment with fate. 

On the trip I began to have second thoughts about what I was about to do, could I trust him? Visions from horror movies and murders ran through my head and I nearly turned back, but I carried on, at least I owed him an explanation as to why I couldn’t go through with this. As I got closer to our meeting point I began to allay my fears and rationalise them, this was something I’d dreamed of and wanted to do, I decided I would meet up with him and decide what to do then. 

I arrived at the town and drove to the centre, I was twenty minutes early and quickly found the place he had told me to meet him, he said that there would be a bus stop with a bench outside of a motel, I was to park my car in the motel car park and wait for him on the bench. My fantasy was that I was a schoolgirl awaiting the bus when I was grabbed by this truck driver and bundled away in his truck. As I waited for him to arrive I was still in two minds whether to jump back in my car and run off or to stay. 

Just then a truck pulled up in front of me and the driver stepped down and walked over. I looked him up & down, he had blond hair and was well built, in his late 20’s or early 30’s and had a tan. He stood in front of me and said that he was happy to see me out and about, rather than at his front door for a change. He went on to say that he didn’t think I would be here waiting for him, that I would have gotten cold feet or decided that I didn’t want to go through with this. I did confess that I had my doubts and very nearly turned back. He seemed disappointed with this and I quickly explained that after seeing him all those thoughts had disappeared & I would go through with what we had agreed. 

As I stood up I let him get a glimpse of the tops of my stockings under my skirt, he asked me to turn around and show myself off, I did a little twirl and wiggled my bottom as I did so. He then asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this and I could back out now without embarrassment? I quickly thought about this and before I let my doubts creep up inside me again I looked into his eyes and said that I wanted to be his. He told me to turn around away from him and I felt him grab my wrists and the cold steel of handcuffs close around them, I couldn’t pull my hands apart and he moved me quickly to the truck and helped me climb inside. There were a couple of steps to climb and I felt his hands on my behind as he pushed me inside. I was now his kidnapped victim. 

He climbed in behind me and pushed me down on the passenger seat, holding me in place as he reached behind and brought out some rope. He began to bind me to the seat, several ropes went around my body and tightened to hold me firmly to the seat. Next from the glovebox he produced a large navy blue ball gag and inserted this into my mouth, he fastened the straps around my head that held the ball between my teeth and secured them with a small lock. Satisfied with my bondage he moved over to his seat and started the truck's engine.He tossed my bag behind my seat and now that everything was in place,  I was bound securely to the seat and began to move around testing my bondage and getting to enjoy the feel of them, he looked over and asked if I was okay? I nodded my head; I was fine in fact I was loving this. All I wanted now was for my ankles to be tied and I started wiggling my feet hoping he’d get the message. He noticed and said that he’d be fixing me up outside of town, just sit and enjoy the ride. The truck then moved off and I began my adventure. 

We’d driven for about thirty minutes when he pulled over to the side and down a dirt track into a small forest, he stopped the truck and switched off the engine, he looked over at me and I whimpered into my gag playing the helpless victim. He moved over to me and began running his hands over my bound body, moving them over my breasts feeling me through the fabric of my blouse. My nipples reacted to the touch and began to swell and stand out as he continued to caress me, then he looked into my eyes, I could see the lust within them as he began to pull my blouse apart trying to expose my sensitive breasts, that’s when he saw my surprise. He looked up and said that I was a very naughty girl and that maybe I should be punished for being so deliciously wicked. I let out a low moan from behind the gag and he began to untie me from the seat. 

Once he’d removed the ropes he pulled me into the sleeper cabin behind the seats and laid me down on the bed. He ran his hands over my body and felt the bodice I was wearing, his hands then drifted down to lift my skirt and reveal my stocking clad legs. He took his time playing with me, bringing me close to orgasm with his hands and then stopping before I could climax.. 

He laid there with  me for a while as we came back down to earth, then he moved to one side and asked if I was okay. I weakly nodded and gulped behind my gag. He asked me if I still wished to continue with my fantasy? After what had just happened and the entertaining teasingI’d experienced I was not about to say no to more of the same treatment. I shook my head to indicate yes I did wish to be used and abused by him. He seemed very happy with this, he said that the agreed safeword should be orange or that I should shake my head if gagged if I was not happy with anything that would happen. 

He then rolled me over in the bed so I was face down and began to re-tie me, working the rope around my ankles and cinching the rope tight he moved up my legs and bound around my knees.  Next he circled rope around and between my thighs and pulled this tight, he reached up and removed the handcuffs still holding my wrists, and he then bound my wrists together with rope. More rope was placed around my chest, in between my breasts separating them as they cut in between them and the rope came back around to form a body harness. Next he grabbed my legs and brought them up to meet my wrists, rope then held them together holding me in a hog-tie position. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and the gag was retightened behind my head forcing the ball further in my mouth, the straps cutting into my flesh. 

Happy with his handiwork he patted my bottom and asked if I was okay, I nodded my head that I was fine, he said good because I wouldn’t be released for sometime, as he had to get some driving done. I would remain bound in some form for the remainder of the trip and I was now his bondage slave to be used by him as he wished. The words sent shivers of delight throughout my bound body as I lay there wriggling against my bondage. He then climbed into the driver's seat and we continued our journey. I was now his prisoner. I had done this to satisfy a deeply held fantasy of mine. I knew there would be a risk but from what I’d seen and experienced so far I knew that the next few days would be amazing. 

Later that day I felt the truck stop, He climbed out of the cab without so much as a word or look in my direction, I remained bound, gagged and blindfolded in the sleeper section of the truck. A short time later I heard the door open and someone climb in the truck, they moved into the sleeper section and ran their cold hands over my bound body without saying a word. The rope that held me in the hog-tie was cut and my legs fell onto the bed, their hands continued to play with my stocking clad legs and move up to the cheeks of my rear. 

I wanted to resist, I wanted to ask questions but I knew my role. I was his toy for his own personal use, I felt satisfied that I’d pleased him. He withdrew from me and lay down beside me, he spoke softly to me, I hadn’t been too sure if it was him at first but there wasn’t much I could have done to stop them touching me while I was all tied up. He then untied my hands from behind my back and re-tied them in front. I was to remain tied this way overnight. He removed my gag and added an OTM cloth gag with no stuffing. It was lame but it served its purpose.

We awoke early the next morning and he removed all the ropes binding me, plus the gag and the blindfold, he gave me a pair of cute overalls my size to wear and helped me out of the truck. After going to the toilet we had breakfast in the truckstop café. When we returned to the truck I climbed inside followed by him. He told me to remove the overalls and lay on the mattress, he quickly re-tied me into a body harness with the rope, crossing over between my breasts as before. Then he continued around my waist and down through my crotch, pulling this tight against my tender flesh tying this off behind my back. He then cuffed my hands in front and bound my ankles together.

He moved me to the passenger seat, he took some more rope and tied me to the seat. Once I was secured to my seat, he moved over and sat in the driver's seat. I asked him if he’d forgotten something and puckered my lips in a mock kiss, “You’d like to be gagged?” he asked. I nodded my head. After he’d fixed the straps behind my head holding the ball gag tightly in my mouth, he moved over and we continued our journey. 

Later that day we began approaching a city, the countryside started to disappear to be replaced by housing, he spoke and said that this was a stop over point and we’d be changing some cargo, unfortunately the place we’d be stopping had high security and they would probably check inside the cabin, he didn’t want them finding a bound naked female in the cab. He said that I would have to be hidden away and shortly we’d stop so he could prepare me. I had goosebumps at the thought of this. 

We found a quiet spot outside of town and pulled off the road. My side of the truck would be hidden from passing vehicles and it would look as though he was changing a tire. He untied the ropes and removed the gag. He climbed out of the cab and suggested that I take advantage of the stopover and relieve myself in the bushes. When I returned I stretched my limbs as he began emptying out the storage locker under the trailer. He said that I would have to be hidden from this point on until he’d finished loading and left the other side of town. He then reached up into the truck and brought out two rolls of plastic kitchen wrap. He told me to stand with my legs apart and began covering them tightly in the plastic, he ran a couple of layers over each leg and told me to place them together. 

Next he started to wind wrap around both legs binding them tightly together, moving slowly upwards he covered my legs and continued over my hips and tummy, then reaching my breasts he started to place the wrap in a cross over fashion over my shoulders and then back over my breasts until all the roll was used. He then began to use the other roll and tightly covered my breasts squeezing them against my body reducing their size. He continued to wrap the plastic over my body working up and down until the roll was used, next he brought out a couple of rolls of dark blue duct tape. 

He started binding my ankles and worked his way over my legs and body until the tape covered all of the plastic wrap. He then started with the other roll and bound me as tightly as he could. When he’d finished I had trouble breathing due to the compression of my chest, he said that once I was lying down it would improve. I was now covered in two layers of tape over several layers of plastic kitchen wrap with only my feet and head exposed. He climbed back into the truck as I tried to maintain my balance, when he returned he held in his hand what turned out to be a latex hood. He explained what it was and then placed this over my head pulling it tightly over my face and the back of my head. He stuffed my mouth with some cloth before applying a few strips of the blue tape to gag me. He placed the hood on me with the back zippered closed while he adjusted the breathing holes below my nose. I could still see through the hood as there were eye holes but my mouth was covered. The latex hood was now stretched tightly over my head and secured at the base of my neck with a small lock. I wished it was my Gwendolyn hood, but this one was okay too I guess.

He grabbed hold of my shoulders and placed me on the ground. He then wrapped the film around my feet and covered them with more tape. I was now covered from head to feet and totally unable to move. He then moved to the storage cabinet and removed a large canvas bag and brought it over to me, he laid it down on the ground next to me and pulled it out. He then rolled me over into the bag until I was face up and on my back; he grabbed the sides and pulled them up over my tightly wrapped body, closing the zipper as he worked the canvas closed. He said that I would be hidden inside this canvas bag and stored away in the locker below the trailer, no one but he would know where I was and I would stay here until he wanted to release me. He was saying all the right words to turn me on, my body was crying out for orgasm, I was highly frustrated and wanted him to play with me here and now, instead he closed the bag over my head blocking out the light and I felt him pick me up and place my bound, wrapped and enclosed body in the locker. 

My bound body was pushed to the rear of the storage locker and he started to reload all the items he’d removed including a large canvas tarpaulin that he placed on top of me pushing me down against whatever was below me, if I could have had limited movement before now it would be impossible. Several other items were placed back in the locker and I heard the door close and the bolts lock into place, I was now trapped within several layers of wrap and tape, enclosed within a canvas bag and locked away until further use. I felt the truck move and we headed off into the city and thereafter to the warehouse. I let my thoughts run wild and wondered what people would think if they knew I was here as we passed by them.  

I’d lost all track of time by now the truck had stopped moving and I could hear movement above me in the cargo area, it must be the workers changing the load and I had visions of what they’d do if they found me here. I got excited and scared as my mind drifted off into fantasy of being found and toyed with by several men at once. I also wondered how long I would remain bound like this and my thoughts drifted off into me being permanently bound this way, I’d been kidnapped by an Egyptian cult and they’d mummified me as part of some ancient ritual, I would remain this way for all eternity. I didn’t care as I was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. 

I was awoken by the truck moving, we must have finished loading and were now heading off, I lay there tightly wrapped and horny as hell as I felt the vibrations rumble through the truck. My dom carried on driving until we were safely outside of town. He found a nice quiet spot surrounded by trees and pulled over. After hearing the truck stop I hoped that it wouldn’t be long before he came and got me. I heard the locks being opened on the cabinet and some things being removed, then I felt his hands grab hold of the canvas bag containing me and he pulled me out onto the ground, next I was picked up over his shoulder and carried for a short distance, I didn’t know where I was as I couldn’t see. He dropped me down onto the ground and began to open the bag. Satisfied with his work I felt him pat me all over, appreciating his tape work. I thought about how he could totally take advantage of me right now. I’d be helpless, I couldn’t move at all as I was still tightly wrapped and had to wait until he moved off of me. 

I felt him ease himself out of me and he stood up, he admired his handiwork as I lay there wriggling like a blue fish, covered in duct tape. He said that I wouldn’t be released just yet. He pushed my head back down and rolled me back into the canvas bag. He quickly fastened up the zipper and secured me inside again, I was carried back over to the truck and again stored in the locker, all the contents were thrown back inside with several landing on me and the door closed and locked. I was now just his bondage toy to be taken out and used as he wished, I was in my fantasy as the truck pulled away with its hidden cargo.

We eventually reached a Motel. I was carried into a room he had reserved for me (how gentlemanly) where he released me from the tape and brought my bag. I had barely eaten anything and he offered me whatever I wanted from a nearby fast food place. Once I was changed into some normal clothes which consisted of a pink blouse and white skirt, we walked over and ate dinner. Once I had my fill, I asked what else he had in store for me and he told me my prize for reaching the halfway point was some well deserved rest. I was surprisingly bummed but it made sense. I was already pushing myself, no need to overdo it.

I slept like a rock and we had to leave early in the morning. After a good night's sleep and well needed shower I waited by the truck while he checked out. I decided to wear something cute for our final drive back to where he picked me up and went with some very torn jean booty shorts and a crop yellow shirt. Once in the truck, He tied me up with more rope, securing me to the chair and keeping me extra secure. I asked if he could plug in my vibrating wand so I could finally get some release, he agreed and set it up between my thighs. He set it to level five, which goes from high to low vibrations every so often, which drove me crazy and helped me get my own climax for a change. He taped my mouth closed with the remaining tape used in the mummification and we hit the road.

It did not take long for the wand to work its magic and get me to climax. He turned it off as we drove and waited about 40ish minutes before turning it back on again, sending me back into my torture. After four hours of this, we were close to where we met up and he decided to let me catch my breath. He undid my gag and we discussed our feelings and thoughts on the trip. I enjoyed getting to do some more long term bondage and he really enjoyed the company. He told me it can get lonely on the road, so I promised I’d travel with him again in the future. When we arrived at the original pick up spot, he waited for me to go use the restroom and change undies before we said our goodbyes. I got in my car and thought about what a bondage road trip with multiple girls could possibly look like…