…teach me that it isn’t difficult to catch your attention with tight clothes accentuating my curves, dark makeup, and cinnamon-toned perfume, but that once I do, it ends badly for me. (This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now. I’m looking for someone to act this out with me IRL, fully consensual, of course. Please DM if you’re interested, also feel free to continue where I left off in my story. I’d love to hear how you’ll use me.)

We meet at a bar. You buy me a drink and tell me that I’m beautiful; you make me think that for once, I’ve found a man who wants to get to know me and build something real, not just trick me into a one night stand. We talk for an hour, and I tell you it’s getting late, give you my phone number, and leave the bar to walk back to my car.

It’s cold and windy out, and not a soul is in sight once I’ve left the glow of the bar lights. I had decided to save on parking and use the parking garage 3 streets over, and against better judgment, I went out alone. As I walk, I begin to shiver from the cold air blowing against my bare skin. I knew better than to wear a crop top and leather skirt in January, but after all, it had scored me a free drink. Just as I accept that I’m going to deal with the cold for the walk, I hear rushed footsteps approach me from behind. As I turn around, you’re rushing towards me and you say “I didn’t realize you parked so far! Let me walk you to your car, it’s not safe out here at night.” I hesitate, knowing you’re still a stranger, but you’ve offered me your jacket and something about you feels… safe.

We walk for 10 minutes and talk more about our lives, how we ended up in this city, and our experiences. We bond over the fact that my dad left when I was young, and you never had a father either. You seem so genuine that I can’t help but fantasize about the prospect of seeing you again.

We finally reach my car and I thank you for walking with me and keeping me safe. As I look around, I notice that the 40 cars that had been parked here earlier have dwindled down to only a few & I’m the only car parked on this level. I take off your jacket, once again exposing my bare skin to the cold night air. “I think I should get home now,” I tell you as I click the unlock button on my keys. You nod and open my car door for me like a true gentleman, but as I start to get in, you grab my shoulder and say “…wait, I’d really love to kiss you.”

I wouldn’t usually kiss a man I’d just met, but you’re so warm and inviting. I lean in to give you a gentle kiss but you grab me hard. I feel your tongue entering my mouth and your firm hands gripping my ass. I try to pull away but you’re so strong; your lips trail away from mine and begin biting my neck. I feel myself wedged between you and my car. I whimper, “please stop! I really need to go.” You continue and I begin to struggle, “Stop, right now! I don’t want to do this,” I yell as I’m trying to push you off of me with as much strength as I can. You reach up and place your hand over my mouth, locking your gaze to my fear-filled eyes, “I know you want this,” you say, “but even if you don’t, you knew what you were inviting when you walked alone at night to a deserted parking garage dressed like a complete whore.”

I begin to cry and you smirk, “just let go.” I feel myself losing strength, and as I fade, I feel my black lace panties slipping off, your fingers shoving them in my mouth to serve as a gag, my body being pushed into the backseat, and your voice saying, “you didn’t think that drink was going to be free, did you?” As I fade to black, realizing you’re choking me and the air is leaving my lungs, I feel you force your hard cock into my wet, exposed pussy.

I come to a few times while you use me, but each time I start to scream, you grasp my neck and choke me until I fade out again. Finally, I wake up, hours later, but I’m no longer in my car. I’m naked in a dark room, chained to a bed. As I lift my head, I see you sitting in a chair next to me. You smile and say, “I need more of you. You’ll be going home, but only once I have you trained to take me willingly whenever I want it.” I begin to cry and you stroke my hair, “you wanted this.”