Hello,

I'm looking for a CNC situation that ends with you realizing that indeed, the situation you're in is all your fault.

“Dressed like that, she's just asking for it” - Perhaps, we are out on a date. You obviously dressed yourself the way I like it, on purpose. Short skirt/dress that displays your legs, even in this cold weather. Your top, advertising succulent cleavage. How can I not expect to be getting some later? Your toes polished, your pussy smooth and bald. Lacy lingerie underneath your outfit. All the small details, that as far as I'm concerned, is all the consent I need.

And should you decide to “change” your mind when I'm ready to end the date on a high note. It's not my fault your skimpy clothing provides no real shielding. It's not my fault I can so easily slip my hand underneath your top and bra. If you didn't want me to grope and squeeze those tits, like I have ownership of them, why did you show them off so much? I can't help it but assume that you wanted me to suck on those nipples of yours. Lashing them with my tongue or biting them lightly. “Did you just hold back a moan?” And that short dress/skirt, can you blame me when I press against you and shove my hand beneath your thong or g-string? Maybe, I can just push them to the side before getting my fingertips on your pussy. Rubbing your clit in a deep circle, as I feel the heat radiate between your legs. “Did your back just quiver?” Your wet hole is all I need to know that you intended for me to be inside of you tonight. So regardless of what you do next. Regardless of what you say, or how you resist. You're going to get fucked on the first date.

Secret used against you - For this, you're going to tell me a secret. Perhaps the scenario is more roleplaying. For example, I'm someone you trust. The person you lean on for support. You didn't give a second thought to confess that you recently found out your husband is sterile.

So, it's not my fault that I'm someone that wants to be there for you. I'll offer to make you a mother, myself. And when you decline, it's not my fault that I can't accept that answer. You have a void in life, and all I care about is filling it. As the person you trust, I know what you need. So, when I'm pinning you down on the couch, with your hands held above your head. It's what best for you. It's not my fault that your clothes need to be forcibly removed. Nor, if I have to throw your body around or give you pain. I'm sure I read somewhere that rough sex increases sperm count. So, you can't hold it against me that I'm slapping your ass red. That, I'm pulling your hair taught. Oh, and obviously it won't just be one time. I'll give you plenty of time to reflect, that your body has become the toy of the person you trust. You know I don't really mean it when I call you a fucking slut. Or tell you how your pussy is gushing on my assaulting cock.

Or

You tell me something you shouldn't. You release your secret that you'll do anything not to have released. With such power and leverage, can you really blame ME that I decide to use it? Is it my fault that I want to put your wrists and ankles in restraints? No. It's your fault that you have to live out my fantasy now. That every square inch of your body is mine to do with as I please.

Photoshoot - Look at my previous CNC post for this.

If interested and local, send me a message with more than just "hey." Let's discuss becoming depraved.