I stepped out of my car and looked at the small, rustic highway rest area. I'll come clean: I'm a very horny person. Since the breakup with my ex a year ago, I was desiring some release by means other than my hand. I'd done some searching on the internet, and found that this little remote pitstop that sits by itself about a half mile off the highway is popular for its special glory hole. I'd never tried anything of the sort, but I was excited to try. I hadn't masturbated for a whole week in anticipation of this day.

As I walked in the entrance, I noticed the restroom signs to the right and left of the empty information booth. Men to the right, Women to the left. Come to think of it, the entire place was pretty quiet except for a couple of people at the brochure stand, but I didn't notice that at the time because my excited erection was doing most of the thinking. I walked into the Men's restroom and saw nobody there. I bent down looking for feet in the stalls. Nothing. "Damn," I said out loud as I walked towards the last stall, furthest from the entrance. There was about six or seven if I remember correctly. I unbuckled my belt and zipped open my jeans; might as well take a leak while I'm here, right? The restroom was quite tidy, definitely not gas station level gross or anything like that, which surprised me. The stalls were small and only big enough for one person to have proper space. The door was right behind me, and there was a row of thin windows where the back wall met the ceiling going all the way to the entrance of the restroom. As I did my business, I noticed a hole about the size of a pool ball.

"Hmph. So that's a Glory Hole" I thought to myself.

Just then I heard footsteps. They sounded like high heels. A woman coming into the Men's bathroom? Kinky. I was mentally preparing myself for a man, so this was a bonus. My erection, which was starting to go limp, shot back up. The stranger entered the stall next to mine. I sat down on the toilet seat, pants and underwear around my ankles, as they placed a large pink post-it over the glory hole on their side. Fair enough, they wanted to stay anonymous like me. Seconds later, a small slip of paper was slid under the stall. I picked it up and unfolded it. It was typed and printed on standard printer paper, not hand written.

"Strip off all of your clothing except your socks, then put your dick and balls through the hole in front of you. In doing so you'll block any possible vision you could have of me, and we may begin. Do not attempt to look through the hole at any point. Knock on the wall twice if you understand, knock three times if you're not interested."

Needless to say, I knocked twice. My hand was shaking so much I almost knocked a third time out of sheer nerves. I stood in silence for a moment. Then, I began to strip. I first took off my Purple T-shirt, followed by kicking off my jeans, belt, and grey boxers from around my ankles. I left my clothes in a pile next to my feet, so I could grab them with ease when done.

"Here we go," I thought to myself.

I lifted my balls up to my penis and slid it all through the glory hole. It was a snug, but not tight, fit. I felt a hand caress my penis, gently moving up and down the shaft, transitioning into a gentle pulling motion. My cock started to pulse excitedly as it got even harder. I felt a pair of lips kiss my tip. I felt the gentle smudged texture of lipstick cover my penis as she continued to kiss down the shaft, until she reached my balls. I was enjoying every second of having this total stranger handle my dick. It was so naughty. So naughty, that I didn't think anything of the strange hand motions the woman was beginning to perform. It felt like she was making gental ovals with her nail around the base of my cock and balls. As she did this, she licked my tip and caressed the slit with her tongue.

About a minute went by, when she all of a sudden let go.

Within the next few seconds, I felt a strong tightening sensation at the base of my cock and balls, as though something was choking it. I instinctively pulled back, only to meet pain as my genitals wouldn't move back with the rest of my body. She'd tightened rope around my manhood! She must have tied me to the coat hanger above the glory hole in her stall! It felt like a noose made for my penis.

"Hey! What're you playing at? Let me go!" I said with a shooken tone in an attempt to sound tough.

I heard a tap at the top of my stall. Naturally, I looked up, only to see a small hand with pink nails holding a cell Phone. Before I could react in that short second, the flash went off. She'd gotten a picture of me naked at a glory hole, not to mention with my face looking directly at the camera.

I became frantic as I tried to pull myself free of the bindings, which only made my cock and balls more swollen. The size plus the rope was too big to pull back through the hole, so I just stood, waiting. It felt like forever, but it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes.

I heard the stranger shuffling around as she sent another piece of paper, this time over the top of the stalls. It wasn't on printer paper this time, but rather wide rule notebook paper. Shaking, I opened it, and saw that it was handwritten:

"Having a good time? I bet you were so caught up in ecstasy you never bothered to look at the floor."

Before reading on, my eyes snapped the stall floor. My clothes were gone!

"Shit," I thought, "My phone and wallet were in my jeans!" I continued to read the note:

"Here's the deal: I now have everything I need. I've got your clothes, a compromising picture of you, and thanks to your wallet I have your address, credit cards, and your bank account information. Oh, and you probably should have a lock on your phone, because I took a quick browse through your Facebook while I tied up your member. I know all about you, but you know nothing about me. I'll tell you this: I am female. And I'll also tell you this: your life is about to change. For the better, in my opinion. I'm going to hand you a blindfold. You're going to unlock your stall door, put the blindfold on, and put your hands behind your back. I will then walk over to your stall and look inside. Of course, you can take your chances and not put on the blindfold. If you have not put on your blindfold when I check, I will leave with all of your things and you can have fun trying to get out of this situation you're in. Knock twice if you understand, and I'll hand you the blindfold."

With a pounding heart, I unlocked the door to my stall and then knocked on the wall twice. The small hand waved over a pitch black blindfold. This wasn't some cheap cloth, this was designed to make sure I didn't see anything. I quickly put it on to avoid the severe punishment the note described.

Darkness. I couldn't see a thing. What I guessed was about a minute went by. Then again. And again, and again.

Finally, I heard the creek of a stall door and the subtle clack of high heels slowly make their way to my stall. I heard the door push open. Silence ensued, as I felt I was being examined. The high heels walked into the stall behind me, and I felt cold metal around my wrists. Again, before I could react, the woman had secured what felt like police grade handcuffs around my wrists. As if that wasn't enough, she opened my mouth with her hand and started to insert something. I pulled back at first, but then remembered her threats. It went about 4 inches deep and felt like some kind of gag; I realized it was a dildo mounted on what must have been a strapon harness, which was secured tight to my head and over my mouth. It was really keeping my jaw open wide, so couldn't talk, but I could breath due to holes in the fixture. I waited as I heard her walk back to her own stall.

She must have stood on the toilet in her stall, because I felt her hands on my head, untying the blindfold from above. By the time it fell down, she wasn't visible, only her hand retreating over the stall divider. I felt the pressure on my cock releasing, but I didn't dare move in fear of what she might do.

More time passed. I assumed she was writing another note, and I was right. This time she simply held it over the top for me to see:

"So obedient, you're perfect. What a cute little ass on you, too. Anyway, you've no doubt noticed your member is more relaxed. I took off the rope, so any swelling should go away soon. However, this does not mean you can pull your cock out of the glory hole. If you do so before I say, I will leave. You came here to get release, right? Well, you'll get plenty if you follow my instructions. If you understand, do your best to say 'Yes Ma'am.'"

"Yech Mmm" I chokingly uddered, not wanting to be left alone.

I felt a quick surge of pain as the woman slapped my penis with what felt like a belt. My belt. At first I thought she was just sadistic, but then I realized what she was doing. My erection quickly disappeared as my penis shrank from 6 inches to 2 inches, yet still hanging in the glory hole with my balls.

I felt my balls being slid into a loop of cold metal. After this, my penis was slid into some sort of metal container that felt attached to the loop. I heard a click as whatever it was tightened.

After a minute the woman held over another note, much shorter than the others:

"Good girl, now take a step back and look at your clit."

"Girl? Clit?" I thought to myself, "What kind of weird joke is this?"

I stepped backwards and realized what she'd done: my cock and balls were in a small steel Chastity cage! My penis was basically inoperable, with the exception of one small slit at the tip for peeing out of. On the side of it was a small master key lock. I began to shake, thinking of what this woman was planning to do.

Another note came, but since I had free movement now, the woman slid it over on the floor. I bent over to read it:

"Your clit looks so cute, doesn't it? Now, I think it's time for some release. Put your pussy up to the glory hole, and keep it there if you have any hopes of gaining any sort of pleasure today - oh, and all of your things back."

I did as she instructed and aligned my asshole (which is what I could only assume that she meant) with the glory hole opening. I heard her zip open a bag and ruffle some things around. She put a large plastic tub underneath where my caged penis hung. She zipped the bag closed. She must have put all my stuff into a duffle bag or something. Shit, where is she going to put it? Then, as she opened her stall door, I finally heard her sweet yet confident voice:

"I'll be back tonight sweetie. If you need to use the bathroom, you're already there. It's 1pm now, I'll be back by 10. Should give you enough time to empty those balls."

I heard her strut away in her heels and leave the restroom.

I waited, nervous and afraid. I tugged on my handcuffs a little, maybe I could slip out of them and... and... What would I do? I was naked, that woman had all of my possessions, and I'd likely be arrested for indecent exposure if I left this room. Who would believe me? How would I explain all of this? Planning escape was suddenly deemed futile, as I gazed up at the corner of the room to see a small camera pointing over my stall and the one the woman was in. It wasn't a security camera, it was definitely personal. She was recording my movements to make sure I obeyed.

Before I could think any further, I heard footsteps. This time, they sounded like heavy rain boots squeaking against the tile floor. The person walked into the stall next to mine, my asshole still pressed up to the glory hole. I felt them spit on my asshole, and start prodding me with a finger. It felt... surprisingly good. My penis pulsed in its small metal cage, wanting to grow but unable to do so. The new stranger slowly inserted the finger far into my asshole, and pressed down towards my penis, rubbing gently. A little semen dribbled out of the slit in my cage. I quickly realized what I was going to be doing all day as the man removed his finger, and replaced it with a very thick cock resting against my asshole...

To be continued...