The Most Embarrassing Thing That Ever Happened to Me
Shyla and I had been talking about doing a rape fantasy roleplay for a while before I finally agreed. I had been wanting it for some time after watching a lot of porn. I guess you can say I let my porn addiction get out of control until I was wanting things I had never wanted. I wanted a female to take control of me. I wanted a rape roleplay. The woman I was dating at the time, Shyla, was the perfect girl. She was strong, aggressive, and capable. She was the first woman I had dated that was truly strong enough to give me what I wanted.
I had been begging her to do a roleplay with me since we'd started dating and she always told me, "Maybe sometime." I tried not to be too obnoxious with my begging but I really wanted her to do it and I didn't know how to get her to do what I wanted.
"You have to be a bitch," she told me one night when I asked her what it would take. "You can't go around ordering people to rape you. You have to be a little bitch and then I can take what I want."
"How do I do that?" I asked.
"I know it's going to be hard for you but you have to give up control. As a man, you're used to taking control of situations. This is one situation you won't be in control of. Are you okay with that? I'm not going to let you do what you want. You're going to have to go along with everything I want to do and you are going to have to take it. Can you really do that?" She was sipping coffee but there was a seriousness in her eyes that made me understand what she was asking of me.
"Yeah. I'll do anything you want. I want to be raped," I told her. "I want you to rape me."
"Well, it just so happens today is your lucky day," she giggled.
"It is?" I asked.
"Yeah, you've been bitching so much about this I finally put something together for you. Take off your clothes." From out of nowhere, Shyla pulled out a gun and aimed it right at my face. She cocked it and giggled. "Get naked."
"Shyla put the gun down! There's no need for that," I tried to stay calm but this was a little extreme. I hadn't been expecting this. I hadn't realized Shyla knew how to handle a gun."
"Shut the fuck up and get naked," she moved the gun down so it was pointing at my dick. "Do it or your cock gets it."
"You wouldn't."
"Test me and see." Her eyes looked crazed and so I did as she asked. I took off my clothes for her and next she pushed the gun into my back and led me down to the parking garage of our apartment building. I was butt ass naked in the elevator while she wore her workout outfit from her morning exercise class. We passed an older couple and their mouths gaped open with shock as they saw the gun pressed into my back.
"It's a roleplay," I screamed to them and they looked bewildered as they stepped into the elevator, which Shyla pushed me forward with the barrel of the gun in my back until she found a spot she liked.
"Stop right here!" I watched as she tried to take off her backpack while still holding the gun and aiming it at me. She pulled out ropes and chains and before I knew it, she had bound my wrists in both ropes and chains. She obviously had no clue what she was doing but it didn't matter. By the time she was done, I couldn't move my hands. She hung the chains around my wrists up above my head from a hook I hadn't noticed being there. I wondered if she had scoped that out ahead of time by chance or if she had put it there herself.
"Shyla, did you put that hook there?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Shut the fuck up or I'm going to shut you up."
