doped-roped-groped: The intruder tied him up, gagged him and forced poppers on him. His head w
doped-roped-groped: The intruder tied him up, gagged him and forced poppers on him. His head was swimming from the drug and from the panic of being tied up by a stranger. Then the intruder climbed on top of him and forced his way in. Taking someone who is tied up and helpless is still taking control, that’s true enough, but for amateurs. Taking real control, the kind I need, is more than simple strength; strength can be the beginning, but it shouldn’t be the end.First, catch me off guard. If you are strong enough to capture and restrain me without any assistance, that’s great. Maybe you stalk me until the opportunity presents itself to add a little something to my next meal or drink, then helpfully make sure I ‘get home safely’. Perhaps you even invite me to your place under some pretext or another, only for me to find myself being taken down by some other creative means. Next, make sure I fully understand my situation. Dressed (or not) as you wish, bound heavily, hooded, completely helpless. Maybe I haven’t even seen your face yet. Perhaps as you explain the things that will be done is the first I’ve heard your voice. Tell me each and every thing you want to do to or with me, letting my struggles die out before the next revelation, each of which is more intense than the last. When you’ve fully detailed my future, tell me how long I have to escape before you make me want every last bit of it, then let me struggle as little or as long as you like, regardless of how long was offered. After all, my sense of time should be totally gone by now anyway.Once my helplessness is fully evident to me, that despite knowing everything you have told me, that despite any desire to escape what is planned that I have no chance to escape, then you begin. Administer whatever you need, play my body like a fiddle; muddle my mind, bring my body to such desperation that I beg for it. Repeat the things you want to do; tell me what you want to do to me, and what you want me to do to you. With each telling, bring me closer to what my body needs, push my mind a little farther. Pump things up and along until I begin to want something, push until I want it all. When I’m finally begging to do each and every thing you’ve planned for us, decide if you believe me. If so, then I am ready; make me beg, plead, and grovel for it. If not, perhaps it is best to leave me in frustrated helplessness for a good while to ponder. Come back in a few hours and start again. Hopefully you’ll be able to achieve true control, the magic balance where I both desperately do not want to do something, yet beg you for it anyway because I cannot help myself. Should that happen, you’ve found the perfect time to make me cum. Force me to have the strongest, most intense orgasm you can wring out of me. Then do it again, and keep doing it until I become so conditioned to feel pleasure from that thing that I genuinely want to do it. Then you have truly controlled me; not simply overpowered me, nor just a quick bargain to fulfill an inescapable biological need, but have controlled and molded who I am, what I need, and bent both away from my will and into yours. -- source link