You've needed a break for a while, some time away from work, family, friends, and just everything in general. So you carve out a little time for yourself; you told work one thing, friends another, you reason that no one really needs to know what you want to do. And that's find a little Airbnb someplace where you can spend some time alone, eat and drink what you want, watch some movies and binge some shows, get a little buzzed...basically just drop off the grid for a while.

And you found that place, setting it up with the host was smooth and easy, and you arrive day of, packed and ready for some of that blessed solitude. But as you're pulling up, you see the host in the process of leaving. He apologizes profusely, saying he had planned to be out well before you arrived, but he'd be more than happy to show you around before he goes. You know, the little stuff like which remote works which thing in the home theater, and where he keeps the good Scotch. He seems pretty friendly, so it doesn't sound any alarm bells. But once he closes that door behind you, you find yourself in an increasingly uncomfortable situation, one that you won't be leaving anytime soon.

I like to play rough and realistic, but safety is always the priority. This is something where a safeword and gesture have to be in place, no exceptions. Aftercare offered and recommended. Hard limits are scat, blood, serious trauma. Owing to the nature of the scene, there's going to be a heavy psychological component to this, something we should likely discuss. I'm white, 6'0, 200lbs, take care of my appearance, and have pics to trade with the right woman. I live alone in a suburban home, more than suited for a guest of your nature, and yes, there really is a home theater.

Let me know if this is something that might interest you.