Trying your front door, I find it unlocked. Easing myself in and heading for the kitchen I can hear you upstairs. Just to scare you I get a knife, nothing sharp but I want you to feel the cold steel.
As slowly as I can I make my way up the stairs. My timing is perfect, because as I look around the corner of your door I see you bent from the waist pulling up a very small thong. Standing there with my cock growing I remember why I'm there.
Quickly rushing into the bedroom I grab the back of your head. "DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!" I yell as I pin you face first on the bed. You start to struggle but you stop when I slap your ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.
Leaning over your ear I whisper "Now I'm going to do what I want to you and you aren't going to fight me." You don't move until I touch your back with the knife. You flinch at the touch of the cold steel, but then start nodding yes.