You like to keep in shape, but are a little self conscious about your body. That's why you joined a 24 hour gym. It's on a first floor with an office block opposite, but you tend to go later in the day so there are few people in the gym and office opposite.

You use your keycard to let yourself into the gym and head upstairs. The gym is empty so you put your headphones on and get on the running machine to start your workout.

You finish your 2km run and step off of the machine having broken a light sweat. While you were running a guy had entered the gym. It looks like he'd just finished stretching and he nods to you as he walks past you to the cross trainer. You consciously check you gym kit in case it's ridden up between your legs. You lie down on one of the mats and start doing sit ups.

As you lift your body up you notice that the guy has stopped for water and is watching you. You feel like he's staring at your pussy through your tight shorts. He picks up a medicine ball and walks towards you. "Love, it might help if you hold one of these" he says as he offers you the ball. You shake your head as you continue with your workout trying to ignore him. He moves a bit closer to you. "I really think it'll help" he says. You try to ignore him as the typical gym guy who thinks he knows better than everyone else.

He quickly lunges into you pushing the ball into your chest taking you by surprise. You drop to the floor "What are you doing?" You shout at him. He doesn't answer, he pushes the ball onto your chest as he straddles your body pinning you down. "Get off me!" You shout as you try to push him off. He slides his hands under the ball and puts them on your tight lycra top. The ball falls to the side as you try to twist away from him, but your trapped underneath him as he gropes your tits.

He leans to the side and pulls a barbell over. Effortlessly he lifts it up and puts it over your neck. You grab the weight to push it off, but it's too heavy. He gets up off of you leaving you pinned to the floor by your neck. "Get this off of me." You shout at him "This isn't funny."

He stands over you clearly enjoying the sight of you struggling. He pulls off his shorts revealing his hard cock. You panic, desperately pushing at the barbell and thrashing you legs as he moves towards your waist. He grips your tight gym shorts and pulls them off of you. You kick at him as he moves between your legs. He positions himself pushing your legs apart with his cock rubbing against your pussy as you squirm.

Your desperation turns back to the barbell. You keep pushing against it. He spits on your pussy and rubs his spit against your lips with the tip of his cock. You beg him to stop as he slides inside your pussy. As he starts thrusting into you he grabs your top and tears it open exposing your tits. Each thrust makes them bounce as you try to get free.

You beg him to stop as you hit his arms until you strike him in the face. He pauses for a moment looking at you menacingly. You freeze in panic. Your first thought is to apologize, but you don't. He grabs both of your wrists pinning them to the floor. Using all of his weight he pounds his hard cock into your wet pussy. You plead with him and tell him how much it hurts.

He slows down his thrusts and takes his cock out. You feel the relief in your abused pussy. You sigh and start to relax your body. He lifts your ass up, arching your back and he rests your cheeks on his knees. Then he pushes the tip of his cock against your pussy testing the tightness of your hole. He grins at you "We're going to enjoy this." You look him in the eyes shaking your head. "No" you beg "please, no, no, no" as he pushes his cock into your pussy. You scream at him to stop as he relentlessly ploughs into your pussy over and over.

He takes a skipping rope, doubling over the chord and he forces it into your screaming mouth, gagging you. You cry as he tries the rope around your head, holding the gag in place. He smacks your ass, stinging your cheek as he grunts, cumming in your throbbing pussy. You are in shock as to why your body is so aroused even though you tried to fight so hard against him. He slides his cock out leaving some cum to trickle out of your clit as you can see it drip.... drip.... drip.... drip.... drip.... drip for over a minute, just causing you to question how much did he put inside of you?

He walks over to the reception desk and comes back with a marker pen. He begins writing on your chest, vocalizing as he writes "Don't ungag, just use me. No matter how much I struggle." You try to scream but the gag silence you. He pulls his shorts on and walks towards the door "you're going to have quite the workout" he says as he turns out the light leaving you pinned to the floor sobbing.

I know... the world tells you that you need to be "traumatized" by what happened. That you "shouldn't" have liked it. But... you got wet. Your pussy felt good. You might have even cum. Doesn't that tell you something? You're sitting or laying here reading this right now. You're not in any danger right now.

You were a bit scared at the time, but now you're ok. You even enjoy the thought. Being that weak little girl, unable to do anything but feel good... like being on a roller coaster that's not going to stop until you get to the end. You chose to start it. And now you're happy you did.

You're made for cock. You have holes to spread so men have something to please themselves. Personally, I'll lick and fuck anyone who knows their place. I don't ever want to hear the word no. I want you ready to be taken, like a good girl. If I get rough with you, we're just being passionate. Little girls should see and experience passion.

We all love to hate that we keep coming back here, looking for the most depraved and deplorable acts to be told to us. Men are always having to be careful about what they say so they don't get in trouble, prey always having to be careful about what they say so they don't find themselves in over their head...but...for some reason.... the prey returns secretly craving for more.

You see him over on the pull-up bars and ask him, "Why did you do that to me?" ... and he says, "We all want it, don't we? We want to be told it's ok to be this kind of person. We want to be validated and told that our actions aren't wrong, even though the world screams at us that they are. But why? Why does society tell us we're wrong? Who decided the rules of consent? We have to ask at every step of the way of we're feeling ok? If they consent.

No. No, that's not how this works. When I feel this urge, it's an uncontrollable passion that says I NEED it. I don't want to wait for you to decide if it's ok. I want you now. I'm going to take you now. My cock is hard now. There's precum at the tip, coating the inside of my foreskin now. I want to feel your mouth on me now.

Do you see? This is what makes us feel good. I love the female body. I love seeing it tested to its limits, and beyond. I love the unique taste of every part of it. I love the view of a tiny little hole open itself up around me. I love the way they sound as they feel the pain and ecstasy of me being in them. I love leaving them dripping my cum out of their holes with a smile on their faces.

I don't want to wait for a yes or no. I decide when you get touched, licked or fucked. I decide when we take it up and notch... or two."

Everything we're doing here is ok. You're allowed to be who you are.

You should be part of the solution. Show me your beautiful side.

Submitting isn’t just a fantasy for you is it, it’s something you desperately seek.

I wonder how many times you’ve come across posts such as this one.

I wonder how many times you’ve taken the leap and allowed yourself to submit completely.

Something always stops you, doesn’t it?

Something always gets in the way, is it fear? Or is it all the worries that you can’t seem to let go of?

Through this post, I offer you something simple.

I offer you an escape. An escape from all the things that hold you back.

A sense of complete surrender.

You crave it, don’t you, click on this if you agree: Good girl.

I know how intensely you wish to obey; I know how intensely you wish to be used, Good girl.

You crave attention, don’t you? You have this need to be cherished and humiliated for being the slut that you are, a craving which just keeps getting stronger and stronger, Good girl.

Every time you read those two wonderful words; your mind sends a wave of pleasure down to your pussy, Good girl, just like that.

That is how good it feels to obey and be praised for it.

That is what you want after all don’t you? Good girl. I know you do.

To be the good little slut you’ve always known yourself to be and be cherished for it. There’s my good slut.

Its so much easier to accept who you are, give in and submit. And what you are is just a submissive little slut, am I not correct?

Even right now you might have your fingers buried into your pussy, mindlessly touching yourself.

If you’re feeling extremely aroused right now, do understand that it is so by design and you are exactly the type of person this post was meant for.

If you feel intrigued by my words, feel free to reach out to me and see what I have in store for you as we continue the story. You are the main character now.

Please begin with your first name, age and time zone, just so we can get the usual awkward questioning out of the way. Then share with me what you look like, along with other information I should know about you. Extra points if you could tell me how this post made you feel in intricate detail.

So, what are you waiting for? You’ve already begun your journey into becoming my submissive slut by reading this post, and now you will message me in reddit chat and you will check out my pinned profile posts... after all this one made you feel surprisingly good. It turned out to be quite the warm-up for you. DM me now and even share an image or two of yourself. You can already feel me pull close to you and whisper into your ear, Good girl! as you comply with my commands while still completely mentally disassociated.