Fit male, in shape, with plenty of experience in CNC and some successful encounters from Reddit so far. Looking for an ongoing CNC partner in my area. I am open to a one time scene as I have done with other Redditors, however I am primarily looking for someone that is close enough that we can meet more than once a month without a two hour long drive (Unless you plan to make that trip every time).

Safe words are obviously a must and for those that are inexperienced and interested in exploring this kink, we can go over the scene and discuss in detail long before we meet and run anything. Prefer that you are aware of the type of aftercare that you need as well. A general idea of the scene I would love to run tonight given the weather can be found below and afterwards you can find answers to the questions I get the most from my posts to save you some time. If you make it through the post, find yourself interested and are planning to meet IRL to run a scene, include “Mud” as the first message along with your details, hard limits and experience, so i know you read, understand and are serious.

You still don’t really understand what has happened. The shock has finally worn off and the emotions come flooding back to you all at once. You find your breath shortened as if at the same time you began to feel again, the very air was knocked directly out of your lungs. You try to stand, moments ago you felt light, as if you were no longer in your own body, but watching it from afar. Now, the tense muscles that had given up the fight are screaming in agony. Now you can feel the cold wet ground against your skin. It takes everything for you to pry yourself from the ground, feeling the mud separating from your face that had been so forcefully shoved down to the earth. As you do you feel the wind, it covers you in sharp stinging cold. You had forgotten the tearing you heard, as you look down you realize it was your shirt ripped open, the only saving grace being that you are so dirty no one would be able to notice that you are bare and exposed for the world to see.

It had all happened so quickly. The attack, the storm, almost as if they had conspired to work in tandem to ensure that this went exactly the way he had wanted. As if the world had decided that this was going to happen to you regardless. As if you were a side character in your own life whose fate was decided by those with real power.

It was just a walk, one you had taken many times in your life through a park right by your home. It was a safe place, where you would go when you needed to clear your head and enjoy the gentle and quiet sounds of the world around you. It was your space. Yours as it was almost always empty, as if this park and this trail had been abandoned by the world and left solely for you to enjoy. That’s what made you take note of the man. The one who had invaded your space. Ws walking through your trail. It was unusual, so you had initially kept your guard up, suspicious of anyone who would invade your path. However, he was on the other side of the park and barely seemed to notice you, living his own life almost completely unaware that you even existed. Realizing that you were just being paranoid, you laughed slightly and continued down the path, remembering that although this was a place you considered to be your own, it was still public and an area anyone could enjoy if they wanted, so you decided that you would do the same.

It was about halfway through your usual walk that the clouds moved in, the air changed and you could feel the pressure changing around you. Before you had a moment to turn around, the wind kicked up, spraying enough airborne debris into your eyes that you didn’t see him getting closer, how he was walking towards you with a clear intention and lust in his eyes like a man possessed. The sudden downpour of rain working to disguise his footsteps while you continued to try and rub the dirt from your eyes.

You keep trying to understand what you could have done differently, how your initial instinct was correct, that you should have been more aware of this man. It was only seconds before he had wrapped himself around you catching you completely unaware that he was even there, never mind so close. Before you had even a moment to understand what was happening, before there was a second to fill your lungs to scream he had covered your mouth. You only heard the ripping sound that you had come to realize was his hand tearing the front of your shirt wide open as his weight started to come down on you pushing you towards the ground. The impact had rendered you useless. Any faint form of resistance was immediately proven to be pointless. Every time you tried to protest, a hard hand came down to warn you, leaving a harsh stinging reminder that you are absolutely at his mercy, that it was your choice if it was a kind or harsh mercy. At some point you just accepted it, just resigned yourself to being forced down in the mud.

Now that it is over, now that you feel the pain, the stiffness and you try to process, you remember the worst part of it all. The guilt, the shame you had felt. At some point you began to betray yourself. At some point you had given up and found yourself loving every second of what was happening. You were disgusted to know that you had came, not just that you came but that you had come harder than you could remember in a long time. The overwhelming understanding that you were nothing but a means to an end for this man, that he had completely subdued you and was using you to bring himself his own pleasure in a place that you had believed to be so safe. He had violated you, this area and you found yourself loving it. You're still sore from how violently he entered you and you can still hear him grunting in your ear, still feel how he twitched as he came in you and now you are staring at the mess he left between your legs.

As you pick yourself up from the ground and look at the state he had left you in. How he had discarded you and left you face down in the mud like that before walking off as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't even see you as a person, just something he had used and finished with. As you dragged yourself back, hoping no one had seen you like this, that was when the most intrusive thought had hit you. You thought, you hoped, you desperately hoped that next time you walked through that park, you would see a stranger walking in the distance again.

To save some time, answers to the questions i get the most;

• This is for IRL, safe con non con. I am not interested in online role-play
• If you are not experienced in CNC, not a problem, be clear about that. I will answer any questions you have
• First scene will be discussed and created beforehand for you to read over so you are aware of exactly what is happening and what you are getting into
• I will need you to provide your hard limits ahead of time, if you do not know what they are, take some time to think about them. If you are looking to push your personal boundaries that's fine, but you need to confirm what those boundaries are and we will set a plan in place to properly push through them.
• Safe words are obviously a must. Grips or noise makers will be used in the event that the scene includes a gag that prohibits you from speaking.Yes your discretion is assured
• No, I do not take pictures or videos. If you want to, that's fine, however it will be recorded on your own device, never mine.
• I host in private home, for this scene, there will be a live grab, I have my areas of which I'm willing to do them from that I have spent much time scouting / using and can ensure they are safe
• Aftercare is a must. Be aware of what you need for aftercare
• NO I am not interested in men. No offense, it's just not what I am looking for and I don't have any sexual attraction to men.