****trigger warnings and disclaimers. TW: features consensual non-consent, use of illicit substabces, physical violence, etc. All participants are of legal age, consented to the play. *****
I Linked with a girl ("MEL") on twitter discussing the cnc kink. Realized we were close and generally experienced and aligned in the kink, we swapped Fet accounts and continued the discussion.
We chatted for a few months in depth about the nuances, comforts, interests; and limits. Roleplaying quite a bit over text. Eventually, MEL asked if we could play one out. Her ideal scene would be late night B&E, just after the bar, mixed with forced drug use like cocaine or Molly, heavy impact and breath play.
To give you a sense... when asked "can I fuck your ass", she responded "destroy it. Blood is probs where I draw the line but other than that I'm good." Adding another time... "look I just want to be a rape toy. That's it."
A girl I'd only see photos and recorded video of. I was interested, she's dirty, enjoys it rough (an itch I hadn't scratched in some time), is a clear communicator, and didn't waiver on her interests. Not to mention she's pretty attractive, a slim blonde. With relatively nice tits (not Lilly nice tits but still nice), and a tight but smaller ass. I wanted it, but I' really very cautious with these things. I have so much at stake. A kiddo depending on me, a partner in a decent sized professional firm. So I asked her to verify with a call. I asked for a copy of her license and mail to prove it was her address and name. She provided it.
I listed the remainder of my criteria. And provided a copy of my license on google drive. We agreed I'd keep my face off camera so as to help maintain a degree of anonymity for the play.
Remaining two criteria outside of basics like safe words and my 2 marker system. 1) A typed, signed consent form and 2) a recorded affidavit, her stating our names, outlining generally the play we were about to engage in, the dates available for our play, safe words in play, and specifically mentioning that while consent may be withdrawn immediately at any time, that as of that time she was consenting, willing, and enthusiastic to participate and was under no know mental impairment (substance or otherwise) or force coercing her decision.
She docusigned the consent form, and texted the video. Fucking technology is great.
General things we discussed.
The window Friday 8am - Sunday at 10am.
There was a no-go window from 12 to 5pm Saturday; she had an event to attend at 5. Limits if play was initiated before the no go window. She didn't need to go to a public event with cuts and bruises.
To indicate the opening of the play window, MEL was to put her Christmas wreath back on her front door, the 1st marker. The opening of the window also meant that she'd be leaving a door unlocked while the wreath was up. The 2nd marker was a white puffy scrunchie. If worn on either wrist or in her hair, she was open to play.
We opted for a single safe word "Red" rather than a stepped system. If the safe word was invoked, the "spell" would be broken regardless.
In the days leading up to the event, I'd thought thoroughly about the initiation. Son on the day of, I swung by in an über after 10 am, passing her place noting the wreath on the door. My backpack on I wandered Beverly Hills for a bit. Tried working on my laptop, my backpack close full of implements for play. I was a ball of excitement, anxiousness, and sick starved erotic hunter as I usually am before these things. I couldn't do more than really scroll social media achingly watching the time tick by.
Harder still that I'm walking in Beverly Hills with half ounce of cocaine and several grams of Molly. I tried to eat lunch. I barely touched it. The best I could do was drink sparkling water, and I opted to walk in the opposite way of her address... Southbound. I figured the walk would exercise some of that buzzing energy allowing me to run through my plan again and again. I knew everything would change when I got in there so I focused on the big ticket items.
5PM. I waited an extra 15 minutes making sure that between the excess delay and the time to order an Uber and get back to her neighborhood... she'd surely be gone with the car service to her event.
Uber to 2 blocks from MEL's place, I exited the Uber, slung my backpack over my shoulders, and put my AirpodsMax headphones on. Zoning in letting my eyes takeover scoping as I approached her door. No one in sight, I dipped down the driveway, gated where it met the house. I lifted the latch quickly and turned the edge in....inside the gated sanctum of her yard. Careful not to slam the gate behind me I quietly closed it letting the latch settle noiselessly.
A covered portion of the driveway and the sky gray, the sun set, I moved carefully to where we'd discussed the back door was. IDK about other people but this part is always weird for me. The moments finally touching the nob wondering if it's open, feeling reality hit when it is, and the foreignness of entering someone else's home, that you've never been in, and without them there. I'm in her kitchen.
Tougher still trying to walk around without light so I put my cell flashlight on low and, kicked off my shoes and tucked them into a cabinet next to some kitchen appliances. We'd always talked about the scene like I'd come into the house while she was already inside. I'd purposefully not discussed the idea that I'd already be in there. The only clarity was when play was or was not on.
I was so careful to touch nothing, move nothing out of place and leave nothing out. She'd warned her event would go late. I had no concept what that meant. Midnight? 1am? 2? I prepped by implements hiding them in her bedroom near her bed but out of sight. I located the spreader bar she had on hand, as she said, in her bedroom closet. And then I walked around the house. My flashlight low, I just learned the layout. I spent an hour moving slow and fast, trying to figure out the creaks of her floor, places I could lean against walls silently in a few spots not knowing how the initial encounter would play out. Finally, I prepared a couple bullets (dosing mechanism to deliver some cocaine, tucking them into my black sweats. I swapped my gray sleeveless shirt for a black one and around 10pm, moved to her bathroom where I'd decided I wanted the play to start. Her bath/shower was built in the curtains drawn, a heavier tan cloth. I thought it an ideal space to wait.
I checked my phone one last time, and turned it off as I skirted the curtain to step into the tub and lie down. A coiled length of rope in one hand and a bullet bump device in the other, I lied down. Nerves eventually settling, I actually dozed off...
This chick got home at 3:20 am. The only reason I know having shut my phone...was the text she sent that I saw the next day "just getting in."
I'm a light sleeper and I don't need much as we've discussed, but it must have been some spidy sense because my eyes snapped open, my mind reeling a second in this unfamiliar surrounding but quickly orienting. And then I heard the door open. I had to piss.... Lol
I heard her. Moving around putting things down, doors opening and closing, the light flared on in the bathroom, she came in and I listened as she hiked up her dress to piss. And as she was clearly doing bumps of cocaine on the toilet. She wiped, flushed stood up and left the bathroom, leaving the light on. Listening as she went towards the bedroom I shifted into more of a crouch. She's a girl she had to come back to take off makeup wash her face for sure no? I started to think high drunk her might not do that.... But decided I had to be patient either way. No phone on meant I just listened and felt the flow to the air.
She came back.... And I heard her at the sink water on. Pumps of something being dolled out as she scrubbed her face I listened as it splashed and peaked to the edge of the curtain my hand reaching for it with the hand holding the bullet, as I saw her head dip, my eyes raced over her body looking for the second marker....in her hair in a pony tail.
I ripped it aside her face shot up screaming I hesitated a nanosecond but willed forward grabbing the rope between the other hand flipped it over her head it whipping over and back into her neck and then pulling yanking her back into me moving it up to shove it in between her teeth as she started to kick and slap back at me I pulled the rope together behind her head gripping it in one hand like a horse bridal and shoved her head forward into the sink letting water splash her face and shoving a knee between her legs lifting her up at the crotch on my thigh. My weight pushing down and her and pulling her head out to the side so she didn't choke she's gasping and fighting with her hands as I shove the bullet to her nostril and pull my other fingers under her chin making her bite harder into the rope closing her mouth as much as possible.
I held her down and Pinner her thighs open with my waist pressed into her, her face held down sideways on the bathroom counter. Both breathing hard little moans and fighting sounds from her mouth. Not like hot moans just the Feist someone has as their frustrated and stuck. I dropped the bullet on the counter and started talking to her. the general sense was, sexy girl like you home alone, I heard you taking other drugs when you came home. I bet you were settling down to probably rub your cunt while you got high. But don't worry, now I'm here you don't have to rub your fuck holes anymore. I'll get you high and coked out like a good little whore and let you throat fuck daddy's cock till you pass out. Then I'll breed your little holes like a good little fuck whore.
I used my free hand to pull her waist back a little more off the counter forcing her pussy down to grind into my cock as I pressed it into her. I was pretty chubby with all the adrenaline and commotion. Her hands were till now on the counter she tried to hit backwards and caught me in the side below the ribs. Pretty good shot I pulled back for a second and spanked down hard on her pussy as she slid towards her feet on the floor and then slammed my body back onto her as she wailed through the rope.
