I'm a 40 year old dominant male with decades of experience. I'm local to the Las Vegas area. Everything here will be safe, sane, and consensual with your safety prioritized. You'll have numerous ways to stop the scenario to include a safe word and a safe signal for use if you're gagged.

Here's a potential scenario:

-The Hotel Intruder:

An old classic. Y

You're returning to your room for the night or to get your makeup ready for hitting the club after midnight. Foolishly, you've failed to make sure your door was secured shut. You're ambushed in the shower. Before you know, I have you pinned against bathroom wall with my hand clamped over your mouth, silencing any attempts to scream. I look directly into your eyes, my cold gaze piercing you as you stand, my warm body trapping you against the wall. You can try to fight, but i'm too strong. Too fast. Too trained up. Too experienced. You're woefully unprepared for me.

'You're going to be a good, quiet girl. Emphasis on quiet'. I growl into your ear. Our faces so intimately close.

I pull you by your hair over to the bed, where you can notice there's an ominous looking bag of black leather set neatly on the bed. Next, you're bent over the bed. You begin to feel the coarse threading of rope being looped around your wrists, behind your back. As you try to say 'please don't tie me up, i'll be a good gi-MMMMMPH', a gag is shoved into your mouth.

'That's better'. I say.

I flip you over onto your back. You see me begin to unzip my jeans as I force your legs apart.

'Remember what I said about being a good girl?'

I'll leave you a mess. Sex hair. Make up running down your face. Hog-tied on the bed. Ball-gagged. Drenched and glazed in cum. Drool running down your mouth. Your ass reddened from spanking. You will believe i've finished, but your ordeal is just beginning.

Variations of this can include 'date gone wrong' where we spend a little time together before you excuse yourself and I surreptitiously follow you back to the room.