When I first posted my request, I was met with a ton of messages. There were many sweet and nice gentlemen and quite honestly it was difficult to narrow it down. Needless to say, organizing and carrying this out was even more tedious and difficult. Especially with my heavy emphasis on safety. So before I get into what happened, I must thank everyone who has been patient with me and reached out. And a big shoutout to my friend who helped me to set this up. (you know who you are!)

Prior to anything, we did some vetting. And the reason Im mentioning this, is because of how it influenced our session. See, I didn't do the vetting myself. Not entirely at least. Once I had decided on a partner, my friend helped to take over the vetting. Or at least parts of it. We exchanged photos, so he got a look at me. But only my friend got to see him. We had a video call with the screen facing away from me and my friend using earphones so I wouldnt hear his voice. That was awkward but we made it work. This was so that I wouldn't see the Redditor or hear his voice prior to the meeting. (Im sure you can see now where this is going and why we did it this way)

On the day of the event, I booked a hotel room for 2 nights(we shared the cost). The idea was that I got to enjoy myself and relax for a day before he came in the next day where he'd enter the room after breakfast. A little treat for myself before a day of being roughed up. But little did I know, he had made other arrangements with my friend. I TECHNICALLY gave consent for him to come in earlier. But I was under the assumption that it wasn't happening since we discussed at lengths how he would 'break in' after breakfast. A little ruse he cooked up with my friend without my knowledge. Asses. I swear if I didn't enjoy myself so much I'd have punched them both. I'd have allowed it to go on, but I'd still have punched them both.

Anyway, he revealed that he snuck in when I was at the pool, enjoying some sun in my cute bikini. I returned to the room in the late afternoon, not suspecting a damned thing. My relaxing time at the poolside having taken off all thoughts about the next day's plans. He didn't immediately show himself. Which further led to me not realizing or suspecting a damned thing. Not when I took a warm bath and slipped into some comfortable clothes. Not flattering or sexy. Just comfortable. I eventually made myself comfortable on the bed, whipped out my phone, and when I least expected it, he came in from the balcony. The door sliding open surprised me, but before I could react, he jumped on me and pinned me down.

I almost screamed. But he very quickly covered my mouth and whispered his name. I remember very vividly being shocked, confused and a little afraid. I immediately knew what it was, but the surprise and sudden escalation didnt give me any time to prepare myself. I struggled, pushing against him and kicking wildly. But he was massive. More than I had expected. His body weight easily pinned me down and with his arms being thicker than my thighs, pushing against him felt like I was pushing against a brick wall. I didn't stop struggling, not even when he slapped me. Multiple times. I might have if I was acting, but that struggle was as genuine as it got. There were tears in my eyes as I looked at him. Deep blue eyes were the only feature I could make out from his masked face. He told me to state my safewords. I did in a whimper. And that was that last safety check I got before it was over. He used that moment where I calmed down to state my safewords to suddenly tape my wrists together. And before I could remember to struggle, my feet were also bound together. A blindfold that followed would eventually stay on me for the next 24hours or so.

I managed to curse at him and protest a little. Managed to squeeze in a few insults in defiance before he ripped my panties off and gagged me. What followed was a very rough and very hot ripping of my clothes. Cheap worn out clothes that didn't matter, but damn they were comfortable. Were. Now they are in shreds and in the hamper as a souvenir. He didn't use any scissors (I prohibited sharp objects. Even as a prop.) Pure brute strength as he ripped the clothes off me. Tossing me around to pull the fabric from me. And once he was done, his first course of action was a sharp slap to my pussy. Which changed my defiant curses into a sobbing whimper from the pain. And if that wasn't enough, I felt his rough hands on my small tits. Squeezing them and pulling them. And then he bit on one hard which forced a muffled scream through the gag.

He took his time to rough me up, pushing me to my pain limits. And when he finally stopped, I curled up into a ball, hugged my knees and sobbed. I was a mess. There were tears down my face and snot on my nose. I looked terrible, especially without any makeup (lol). He fortunately didn't care much about that. My mind was all over the place. Barely able to process anything. Which was probably his plan because I could no longer struggle while he removed the tape which bound me and swapped them for some straps. My feet were spread apart by what I am guessing is a spreader bar. And my hands were locked behind my back. He pulled my soaked panties out which he used to wipe my face clean. Then shoved a ring gag into my mouth.

What followed was rough fucking. Alternating between dildos and his cock. I have no idea how long it lasted. But every time I felt that he was about to cum, he stopped and replaced it with a dildo. When he did finally cum in my pussy, I was more worn out and tired than he was. I had orgasmed several times before he even did. And just when I thought I would get a break, he fixed a wand to my clit and tormented me with overstimulation.

At some point he switched it off. But just when I thought I'd get some rest, he tosses me over his shoulder and carries me off. I find myself in the tub where he had not so gently put me down. (I still have some minor bruises from the knocks.) He yanks my hair backwards and then pisses in my mouth. I was so out of it at that time, the warm liquid barely fazed me.

What followed were many other humiliating and degrading events which I shall not go into detail. More orgasms and torture. He granted me some rest with a e-stim set to wake me whenever he felt amused to do so. Fed me and gave me water. Lots of water so that I would have to hold it in till he allowed me to piss. Writing everything out will take too much time because everything took over a day. And the next day, he untied me, told me to count to100 before I could remove the blindfolds.

I did, and when I removed the blindfolds, my friend was there to cuddle me and give me some aftercare. Thank fuck for him because the subdrop was a bitch. It was the most intense shit I had gone through in a while.

I never got to see my Redditor friend. And that was so fucking hot. Because everywhere I went for the next few days, everyone I spoke to or caught glancing at me, gave me shivers. Especially when I went to the bar the next night and I was sent a drink from a mystery person. I was fucking terrified and wet. And would have rubbed again if I wasn't so sore.

If you are reading this, thank you again. And thank you for checking in over and over. I'm doing okay. I pinky promise. And to everyone who read every word I wrote, thank for reliving my 'fantasy-come-true' with me. I'd love to know (aka PMs open) if you enjoyed it as much as I did.