Hello,

The scenario I am about to propose may very well be extremely predictable. But when you have a fantasy, that fantasy just is what it is. So what is a girl to do with a fantasy but to retreat to a subreddit, post her fantasy and see if there could possibly be another kinky redditor who may be able and willing to help realise and live out something of the sort?

I recently had my first, what could be considered, CNC-adjecent or borderline CNC experience, and long story short I am aching for more. This particular scenario I've had on my mind for far more years than I'm willing to admit. Think home-invasion but in a hotel setting.

Are you sticking around? Thank you. May I suggest grabbing a drink and making yourself comfortable, this post will be VERY long. You have been warned.

This is in no way set in stone. I will be laying out my fantasy in great detail, exactly how it goes in my own head. Of course details, titles, settings, etc will all be tweaked. Changes and adjustments will be made, to suit the dynamic, feel, mood and your preferences, kinks and limits. But this post is both for my own satisfaction of telling a fantasy of mine to a bunch of strangers and for you to get an idea of the possible scenario.

The scenario in an unnecessary amount of detail (as it goes in my fantasy):

I'm checked into a hotel for the night. Coming back from a productive day I decide to have a drink at the hotel bar and relax for a bit. I order myself a glass of wine, sitting down with a book and music in my ears, minding my own business. This is when your eyes would pass over me, just a normal looking woman, nothing special really, but sitting all alone and vulnerable in a hotel bar.

This is where the scene can take one of two turns, but ultimately ends up at the same destination.

Either A, you just look at me from afar, slowly sipping your drink, but not making a move to contact or connect with me. Your mind is instead focused on the thought of just how easy it would be to take advantage of a woman traveling alone. If only the perfect opportunity would present itself...

Or B, you decide to come over with your drink, ask if I would like some company and offer to join me. I reluctantly accept your offer of company. You can sense that I am nervous and slightly uncomfortable sitting in such close proximity to a perfect stranger, but we still have a little chat. Perhaps it turns a little flirtatious to try and lighten the mood? Through the slightly awkward conversion with this rather shy girl you can't help but think of how fun it would be to ruin somebody who's so uptight and nervous, to show her a bit of fun. You just need an excuse to get into her room...

...When my wine is finished I (in scenario A close my book / in scenario B politely excuse myself and) retire to my room for the night. I grab my purse and belongings from beside me without noticing that one of my roomkeys had fallen out of my purse and lay as an open invitation for you on the seat I'd just vacated. This was exactly the opportunity you'd been wanting. Without hesitation you grab the keycard and head after me in the direction of the elevators.

Following me into the elevator we end up riding it up together to the same floor. I awkwardly stand there staring at my feet, trying not to get too nervous nor overthink the whole situation. Like a gentleman you strecht out your hand offering for me to exit first. I start walking in the direction of my own room and as I hear you walking in the opposite direction I breathe a sigh of relief. Why had I been nervous? The hotel has hundreds of rooms so why would I be surprised when we end up going to the same floor? Never could I guess your actual intentions...

I use the spare keycard that I always request during check-in to get into my room, not even noticing the other one is gone. You decide to give me 15 minutes, 15 minutes to get myself nice and relaxed. To give me a false sense of safety as the electronic lock had clicked shut behind me. 15 minutes after I'd disappeared into the safety of my own room you use my lost keycard to quietly enter and you see me sitting in the desk chair with my back to the door. You were of course completely ready to spring into action immediately should I have noticed you entering. But with music still in my ears, and being fully engrossed in my book once again, I might as well have been both deaf and blind. Quietly moving to stand behind me you decide to make your presence known to me. In one swift motion you grab me by my hair, roughly pulling my head back forcing me to stare right up at you. You place your other hand on my throat and squeeze tightly in warning when the fear starts to register in my brain and I make to move, to fight, to do something, anything.

The sudden pressure on my throat gives me pause for a moment as you lean down to my ear. You release my hair but keep your other hand securely wrapped around my throat as you remove my headphones and in a stern voice that does not leave any room for argument you lay down the rules. "Here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you in whatever way I please, and you're going to take it and love it." As I open my mouth to protest or scream for help you shush me and continue "Ah-ah-ah, I would keep quiet if I were you. This is going to happen whether you want it or not. Just know that the more you fight and scream, all the better it will be for me and the worse it will be for you. Here are the rules, it's very simple: You will adress me as [insert title/name/etc], and you will do as you're told. Do as you're told and you shall recieve praise, refuse and there will be consequences. Do you understand?" I tightly squeeze my eyes shut, letting out a whimper and slowly nod a yes. Not good enough. You take a forceful hold of my hair and pull me around the chair to kneel infront of you. "Say it!" you growl in demand. Still holding tight to my hair you grab me by the chin and bring my focus on you. "Look at me, and say it. And don't forget who I am. Do you understand?" Taking a slow and shaky breath, I muster up some courage and look right at you. Externally I confirm. "Yes, [insert title/name/etc]. I understand." Internally however I'm still trying to wrap my head around the situation working through the brewing dilemma. Shall I opt for fight, flight or just simply give in?

There you have it. Are you still here? Colour me surprised! I honestly didn't expect anyone to sit through all of that on this particular subreddit. I would just like to end this with three little sections and then we're done. May I please keep your attention for the last little bit as well?

SFW:

I'm a 26 year old, white female (since birth) who on her days off enjoys reading, binging series/movies and cuddling with my cat. I live pretty much smack in the middle of the Netherlands. Like most bookgirls I am rather introverted and enjoy my own company. This does also mean that I used to be extremely shy, a walking nervous disaster and awkward in any and all social situations. This is something I've worked on through all of my adult life and can happily inform is nowadays a lot better. But I will warn you, I am still shy and awkward at first when meeting new people IRL, but that initial nervousness does disappear the longer of a time that I spend around someone. As a short physical description: I'm 175 cm tall, 65ish kg, blonde/brunette hair, blue/gray eyes and with what I would consider a rather averagely shaped body.

I am not originally from the Netherlands. I understand Dutch perfectly fine, but my own written Dutch is in serious need of work. Speaking I do alright enough to get by at work and in my day-to-day life, far from great but good enough to survive.

NSFW:

If you hadn't already guessed it I would categorise myself as submissive. Due to my slightly awkward and shy persona I don't have too much experience yet, but I am working on building that up slowly but surely (babysteps). Some things I have experienced and know that I do enjoy (in no particular order): Degradation and slight humiliation, Nipple play/torture, Face slapping, being restrained or pinned down, choking, hair pulling, being generally manhandled/bullied/tossed around. Most of all I just enjoy the mental aspect of feeling completely helpless, weak, vulnerable and utterly overpowered.

Limits, safewords and other kinks or fantasies to be discussed in chat.

About you:

I don't have much preference but like anyone else there're a few things I would ask. So here's a list of requests and wishes and things I see as a nice bonus, this is not a "must have" checklist in any way, shape, or form. - Basics: Please just generally be a normal human being, don't be a creepycreep and just be respectful when contacting a stranger on the internet. - Since I have a bit of a size kink and a thing for feeling weak and overpowered it would be a huge plus for me if you're both taller and stronger than myself. - Must be DDF, clean and be able to provide a recent STD test. - Age is of absolutely no importance but I would prefer someone 25 . Significantly older than myself is also not a problem (may even, with the correct tweaks to the scenario above, be a turn-on...) - If you happen to be Dutch that is a huge plus. Dutch is generally not a sexy language but being degraded and ordered around and talked dirty to in Dutch during a scene is an incredible turn-on for me. - Please do be located in the Netherlands, Belgium or in the western side of Germany (not too far from the Dutch border). - Be willing and prepared to verify with a photo quite early on.

Did you get all the way to the end? Wow! I applaud your efforts! Truly, I am very grateful to you for giving me so much of your time and attention. Seeing as you made it here, would you perhaps fancy a wee chat? I'm not expecting a novel, but please do write a bit more than just "Hey". In your chat message please provide ASL and what your thoughts are on the options at the end of the scenario written out above. Fight, Flight or Give in? If you can also tell me what your favourite pasta dish is, that would be much appreciated 😊 Mine is fettuccine carbonara.

Speak soon?