The man who has been filling your head with all the right things finally asked to meet you in person. You’ve been fantasizing about seeing him in person, and you accept a trip to the movies with him. He picks you up, and while you’re together, he does all the right things. He opens doors for you, pays for all of your commodities for the night, and even makes sure he’s standing between you and the road when you’re walking. They say chivalry is dead, but he’s the express image of a gentleman. Once your night is coming to an end, he goes to drop you off, but asks if he can step inside and use the restroom really quickly. Obviously wanting to be considerate, you let him in.

Once he steps out of the restroom, he asks if you can sit and talk a bit longer. Deciding you wouldn’t mind if your time lasts a bit longer, you offer him a seat next to you. As you talk, you notice that he’s getting ever closer to you. Inching closer and closer, he puts a hand around your shoulder. You aren’t sure how comfortable you are, since this is the first time you met, but he’s been so considerate, you decide to let him do it. What you don’t want him to do, however, is lean in and kiss your neck. You push him away, and tell him to get out, but he just looks at you and smiles warmly.

An hour passes, and he has fully taken control. It was reluctant, but he convinced you that it wouldn’t be bad to have sex. What you didn’t expect was for him to have you cuffed to your bed. He’s made use of your trust, and you’ve since come to realize that he was meticulously gaining access to all the parts of your mind that would allow for this. He kisses your body, and slowly slides his hand down your stomach, and begins to pleasure you. You moan through the gag, and try to tell him that you aren’t enjoying this, but he ignores the muffled speech. Before long, his manhood replaces his fingers, and you feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

The night continues on, as he regularly moves your restraints, constantly exploring your body in different ways. Every so often, he stops, and gives you water, or else just a rest, but he doesn’t stop. Eventually, he stops, but instead of leaving, he lays down next to your still bound body, and pulls you in. The night was an experience you did not want, but at least he was kind before you became his victim.

If this is what you’re looking for, then my personal messages are open. I’m open to hear any variations or else any specific things you would want to happen during the meetup.