I've had the biggest fantasy to be chained up and abused and throat fucked in my basement and met someone from this sub who help out. (This scene happened last year and I wrote this up then...really pleased with how my scene went. Safety tips at the end!)

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The logistics of my scene were detailed; the supplies were set in advance; specific safety parameters put into place. The setting of the scene was my derelict basement, complete with an unfinished dirt floor, right out of a horror film. There were several wooden pillars, boarded-up windows, and plenty of cobwebs.

The story was low concept, but exciting. I'm a sweet, slutty girl on the way to school, when all of a sudden I feel a rough hand my wrist and a rag on my mouth and nose, smell something sharp and sweet, and the world goes dark. I wake up hogtied, chained, gagged, hooded in a basement. The door to the basement is left ajar. Luckily for me, I'm "discovered" by a good Samaritan. Unluckily for me, he turns out to be not so good after all.

On the day of, I wore red flannel pleated skirt, white crew socks and sneakers, a white collared button-down shirt with a school crest on the front pocket, the fabric stretched taught on my large breasts. His fetish, not mine, but I obliged because I like costumes. Besides, I thought I looked cute. I'd spent the morning before the scene taking a long bath, shaving my legs and cunt, and dolling up my face with shiny pink eyeshadow and thick, black winged eyeliner.

The scene began with me in my silly school girl outfit, laying on a table on my stomach, hogtied with cuffs and chains, gagged and hooded. I could only see the outline of things and while I could breathe, I couldn't speak. I could only struggle and wait. My cunt was already wet in anticipation and I was drooling, literally.

"What do we have here?"

I heard him walk to the table, and felt his strong hands gripping my legs, thighs, my ass. I was fully freaking out and so turned on.

I heard him take out a knife, and he slices off my panties and started inspecting me, thumbing my ass roughly. I heard him walk to the side table of toys I had prepared nearby, and he picked something up but I can't tell exactly what it is until THWACK--I felt the burning sting of a rattan cane on my ass. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. My body jerked I tried foolishly to dodge his swings by writhing. I bolted, kicked against my chains, but I was stuck like a trussed up turkey.

"Fuck you," I try to say.

"What's that? I can't hear you. Do you have something in your mouth?"

He walked around to the front of the table. My head was leaning slightly off the edge, conveniently at hip-level (and I had placed a bowl on the floor to catch any drool).

"Shh, I'm gonna let you go. It'll be ok," he said, unzipping his pants.

I thought he was about to take my hood off when he only pulled it up for him to take my gag out and shove his cock in my mouth. He held my head down, and my air started to run out. He pushed his cock so deep, the zipper of his jeans pressed painfully into my nose. I gagged and spat up a mix of water and snot, which dripped into the bowl on the ground.

I cried out and he slapped me hard. He started pumping his cock into my mouth fiercely and I tried to open my throat for his dick, tried to find space for it. Soon I was in a puddle of my own slime and my hood was soaked; I was being waterboarded by own spit. Using his knife, he tore open a hole for me to breathe for a moment before filling my mouth again with his gorgeous cock. In between thrusts I called out for him to stop.

"Shut up and puke."

In and out, it felt like his dick was practically in my neck, and time stopped as I gagged and spat up, over and over, juicy and wet. I could barely breathe through the slime. When he pulled his cock out, I knew it can't be for any good reason...

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The rest of the scene was as amazing, hot, mean, and nasty I hoped for! (Anal, clothespins, drinking whatever was caught in the bowl and puking that up...) The dude and I are still friends to this day.

SAFETY TIPS FOR THE GIRLS:

-I did this scene after a few rapey but less extreme scenes with the person from this sub (after chatting and vetting him, meeting him in a public place).

-Set up a safety plan with people who you trust (ie "call the police by x time if I don't text you etc.")

-I had friend help me set up the scene and also meet/greet the dude at the basement scene.

-Be exceptionally clear on safewords and boundaries BEFORE the day of the scene and review it many times.

-Meeting people on this sub and apps is inherently dangerous, and there also safe and freaky people out there. In addition to vetting other folks, make sure YOU are in a physically/emotionally safe place to do intense kinds of scenes and have a plan/support for the day of and after, because you will experience some kind of drop.