When I answered the phone, a slightly drunk male voice said "You need to be tied up and wanked to death! Whaddya think about THAT?" I said carefully "That sounds awful good, really! You want to? I'll try anything once!" Silence, then a surly voice "This some kinda trap?" I said "No! No! Honestly - I'm just desperate! I'm horny as all hell, love to be tied up, and I dream of being forcibly wanked when I can't resist in any way! Listen I got an idea! I'm not a minor, and there's no offense in coming to the wrong door, looking for someone who lives in the building....knock on the door, which will come open, and you'll find me helpless inside. Go from there, depending on how it looks to you...how can that go wrong? I'm desperate enough to suggest this!" Silence, then "What's the address? Maybe I'll check it out!" I told him, and he said that was just around the corner! I hung up and rushed to get ready. I chained the old body-bag round my neck, and let it slip down to the floor, enclosing me completely. Then I laid the key on the end-table, and sat down, with my hold-all open, and half-emptied, giving him all kinds of stuff to check out. Ten minutes or so later, there came a knock on the front door, which slowly swung open, as promised. The same gravelly voice said "Fuck me! It's for real! You did it!" and the door closed and locked. I could smell the alcohol, even inside the bag, and he studied me, it seemed, then pulled me to my feet, and tied a length of rope round my waist, trapping my arms above it. Then he slid open the zipper where my erection thrust into the material, and my goodies burst out into the open. He snugged the zipper tight round the roots, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Cold fingers caressed my swollen testicles, making me gasp. He slid shut the small nylon zipper across my mouth, sealing me into silence, with just enough air through the tiny holes at my nostrils, to keep me alive and well. Then, as promised he started wanking me with casual expertise, bringing me easily to the edge of orgasm, then stopping, as I thrashed and writhed in frustration, moaning with frustration. He laughed, evilly. "You're fucking in for it now, mate! I can do ANYTHING I want now, and you can't do a fucking thing to stop me! You are my plaything now! Maybe for EVER! I will torture everything about you, out of you, and then exploit it, until you think you're gonna die! Maybe I won't ever let you out of there! It's up to me, and me alone! You haven't the faintest idea what I look like, and I won't let you get a look at me! You couldn't recognize me if we bumped into each other outside! All I am is the hand that's gonna drive you fucking insane! You seem to live alone - maybe I'll just move in here, and torment you endlessly! So, that's the way I see things happening! What do you think? "Mmmmmmmmffffff!" was all I could do, which amused him enormously. I was in trouble, of my own making, and I was torn between fear and the most incredible arousal I had ever even imagined!