Maybe you saw my advert for a babysitter online, and decided to answer it. Or maybe you’re just a girl looking for somewhere safe to wait for your taxi, or simply to use the phone. Whatever reason it is that brings you to my door, I smile and invite you to step inside.

Tall, broad, slim and fit I quickly and easily overpower you once the door clicks shut behind you. You struggle to no avail as I drag you to the bed, before restraining you.

I strip you naked, lock your clothes away, and pull up a chair, sitting next to you and admiring your body. I wait patiently for your panicked begging to stop, subsiding into quiet sobs.

“This is how this is going to work” I say, putting a counter displaying ‘10’ on the bedside table. “In a minute, I’m going to undo your restraints. Your clothes are locked away, and the door is locked. Only I know where the keys are hidden, so you have no way to escape. Tell me you understand.”

Wide eyed and fearful, you nod, sobbing breaths robbing you of the power of speech.

“I am going to fuck you ten times. When the counter reaches zero, you are free to go. There’s nothing you can do about the fact I’m going to take you. Do you agree?”

Moaning in sick terror, you nod again, tears rolling down your face.

“There is something you have control over though. If you fight me, i’m going to overpower you and take what I want, and tie you to the bed again. I’m going to use you twice a day, which means you’ll be my guest for 5 days. But……. If you choose to be willing and enthusiastic, you could get all 10 done today and make your way home. With one caveat - if you don’t cum too, it doesn’t count, so you’re going to have to be enthusiastic. I’ll give you some time to think about it.”

I stand up, unlocking your restraints before leaving the room. You hear the sound of me opening a beer and turning the tv on, leaving you with your terrified thoughts. You have a clear choice to make, but what will it be - resist and be forced but retain your conscience, or embrace and behave like a whore? You’ll earn your freedom quicker, but will have to pretend to be a willing participant, becoming complicit in my twisted game. Time is running out before I come back expecting an answer. Are you going to fight me, or wait on your knees in willing submission?

So this is very much an outline concept, but I’m visiting central London next month with a nice hotel room at my disposal.

I’d love to develop this idea with you, and perhaps add some elements such as domestic slavery or forced orgasms. I’d even be open to including some form of blackmail as the precursor to getting you through my door. I’d love to hear some of your ideas, and establish some boundaries/limits to ensure you enjoy the experience as much as I will. I look forward to hearing from you!