Our third "session" was an attempt to explore Lisa's fantasy of having someone break into her home and attack her. I've never been one for non-consensual sex, even in a role-playing capacity, but after our experiences to date thought it might be an interesting experiment. We made plans the evening prior… Lisa leaving the key to her front door just inside a down spout's drain. I arrived at 5:10 in the morning, still dark and a bit chilly. I left my coat and hat in the car to facilitate as quiet and efficient an entry as possible.
Lisa lived in a second story apartment and the stairs to her place were creaky to say the least. Her door squeaked mercilessly, making me fear that I had given myself away… or worse, waking one of her sons asleep in the second bedroom. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I walked as softly as possible but the floor continued to announce my arrival to any who were awake. I moved slowly enough, though, to realize that all the noise seemed to be absorbed in the stillness of the room. I stood motionless in the center of the front room and could hear Lisa slide within her sheets in a manner which convinced me she was still sound asleep.
I had been in her apartment once before and even though it was dark knew the short way to her bedroom easily. I decided to move swiftly. I took the five or six steps quickly, landing at her bedside. She was laying face down on a pillow and just starting to realize something was happening. Without losing any momentum I tossed the covers off of her with my left hand and just about jumped on top of her… quickly sliding one hand to cover her mouth, the other firmly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back a bit.
I whispered in a gruff voice for her not to make a peep. It was the first words I had spoken that day and my throat wasn't at all clear… it didn't even sound like me! I could sense Lisa trying to evaluate whether or not she knew exactly who was in the room with her.
Releasing Lisa's hair, I slid my right hand down and rapidly undid my pants and was simultaneously forcing her legs apart with my knees. Pushing my jeans and boxers down my thighs, I grabbed my cock and urgently stuffed it into her dry pussy. She moaned with a fearful pleasure. As ordered, Lisa was wearing the leather collar (with silver letters spelling SLAVE in the front) I had given her the week before. Giving up my grip around her mouth I grabbed the collar where it was snapped at the back of her neck. With a slight twist of my fist I could tighten the collar restricting voice… and breathing if desired.