A drunken one night hookup with a total stranger

Once as an alcoholic and a depression patient, I was told by my friends that one day, something bad would happen to me if I keep drinking like that. Female alcoholic can be a lot tricky than male, because female can be more easily considered as the disadvantaged group which means we are the one than can be easily targeted by criminals. I love drinking, very much. I know drinking is bad for my health and also my personal safety, so I took some measures. I often went to the same bars and clubs, so that the bar-tenders there could know me and maybe protect me from those bad guys. That was how I thought. Actually, they do have some effect on this. The bar I usually went to is close to my house. I was often sent home by the bar-tender. I think the main reason is that I slept with him three times. He might feel some what responsible for me. With him in this bar, I felt much safer than I was in elsewhere, so I went there a lot.

There are two reasons that drive me to bars. One is drinking for fun, the other it to get laid. I love one night hookup. I had a pretty shitty life. My dad went to prison for drug and my mom left me before my dad went to prison. Unable to finish school, I ended up working in a factory very early with no money and no place to stay. I changed lots of places mainly for the reason that I couldn’t afford the rent. One night dating might be the only one thing that is constant and never disappointing. Even if it was a failure, I was too drunk to notice that.

One day after work, I went to that bar again with the expectation to find someone to go home with. After looking around, there is no one there that caused my attention, so I ordered a few drinks and decided to stay for a while. Half an hour later, still no one came to hit on me, nor did I see anyone available. I brought out my phone and launched the hookup dating app. This is where I usually find my trans hookup partners if there is no one in real life. I used many hookup dating app and they all worked just fine. They can always find me someone within no time. That day, it seemed no lucky for me. As I was staring at those profiles and busy with swiping left and right, a guy came to me. He stared at my phone for seconds until I noticed him. It was quite embarrassed and a little offended. He shouldn’t look at my phone. It was an violation of my privacy. Before I thought of what to say, he started to talk before me.

“Still checking online while you are in a bar, huh? Too shame you are wasting all these”. He pointed at all these drinks before me. It started our conversation. I complained that he shouldn’t peek my phone. In order to apologize, he ordered some more drinks for me. I forgave him, because he was pretty good-looking. He might be the one that I was coming home with tonight.

We started too talk as I shut off the tinder hookup app. He was quite funny. I couldn’t remember how many drinks we had that night. All I remember is laughing, dancing, flirting, kissing, teasing, etc. The next thing was I lying in a bed with my hands and foots tied in a bed.

It turned out that he was a BDSM enthusiasm who likes to torture. Real torture. In other words, he enjoys the feeling of forcing someone sexually and torture them while making love to them. I was tied in that bed for two days until I found a way to escape when he was out for dinner. It was a nightmare. I still would dream of it every now and them. Each time I would wake up from fear. From then on, I decided to quit drinking and it has been one year since my last drink.