There is nothing worse than being lost. Especially on a night like tonight where you have been having a great time with your friends. Maybe if you had stayed with them like they told you too, instead of wandering off from the club, you may actually know where you should go to get back to the room tonight.

The good new is that you have never really struggled with getting help from anyone, even as you stumble around. You know that you are good looking, you know that you are dressed to kill tonight and you know that someone will help you get back as long as you flash those pretty eyelashes and maybe even play up the helpless, lost, damsel in distress while tonights knight in shinning armour escorts you back, probably after buying you the food you stumbled off looking for in the first place.

Problem is, you can't see anyone around at all. This shortcut that you thought existed, was just a trail taking you.. somewhere and the more you walked the more detached from the city you seemed to become. Then, ever so slightly, you notice what appears to be the shape of someone walking towards you. The person you believe will walk you back, feed you and can ditch with your friends before he realizes you have left. You scream out into the night and you where right, he happily replies that he will get you back on your way.

As you are walking, you ramble on about your night, dropping hints of how hungry you are and even letting your clothes ride up a little bit, just enough to tease and make sure he wants to get you back and buy you what you want. Then it hits you. Before you have a moment to react, the pressure on your shoulders. Two large hands, grasping you tightly, enough that your body can't move out of the pure fear from the strength in this grip. Just as your fight or flight reflex kicks in, you realize your moving... downwards? Your being forced to the ground, its to late to stop it. The ground is hard and cold. The hands have moved from your shoulders? When did they maneuver to your wrists? Your pinned here, the weight of this person is on you, you want to scream but it takes everything in you to draw air into your lungs. One hand is still holding your wrists when the other finally covers your mouth. He tells you to stay quiet.

He explains that he offered to take you back and will still get you food, but he cant stand entitled brats like you. The ones that skate through life getting everything they want. So he is oing to remind you of how the world really works, that nothing in life is free. That there is no such thing as a good samaritan. Tonight you kept saying what you wanted, while showing off what you knew he wanted, so he decided it is the moment to take it.

Looking for a CNC partner in the Peterborough area. Do not waste our time if not actually in the area / willing to travel or interested in meeting. Scene will be scripted ahead of time, safe words are a must, verification of course before meeting, theres no baiting happening here.

First message should include "Samaritan" so i know you read the whole thing or I am just going to ignore. I am fit, 5'10, Long hair, beard. Include your description as well as your hard limits in your first message.