Friday night, you're exhausted, and you fall asleep watching TV in bed. In your tired state, you've forgotten to lock your front door. This is a mistake on your part.

Late in the night, you're awakened by a hand over your mouth, a man's threatening voice in your ear. If you try to struggle, he slaps you into submission. Your clothes are ripped from your body; your hands and feet are tied, bound inescapably. He violates and abuses your holes for hours. Eventually, he empties himself deep inside you. But he doesn't leave; he makes himself at home. He keeps you bound while he sleeps the rest of the night in your bed.

You hear him going through your things later, when he wakes up. He helps himself to your food, or maybe he leads you by a leash to the kitchen and makes you cook for him, like a slave in your own home. You get his leftovers when he's finished. You're under his feet while he watches your TV. Whenever he gets bored or takes the notion, he ravages your holes again. His appetite for abusing you seems endless. He's particularly amused at forcing you to orgasm, again and again, your own body betraying you. He laughs and calls you a whore for enjoying the mistreatment.

If you behave yourself well enough on Saturday, he may let you sleep on the bed, but you're still tied up and he'll use you again if he wakes up in the night. Sunday morning he still shows no sign of leaving, nor of losing interest in your ravishment and torment. He tells you this is his house now, and you're his property. He holds your mouth on his cock for hours while he watches porn on your computer. He makes you try on outfits for him from your wardrobe, deciding which to rape you in next.

Sunday evening he starts speaking softly, fondly to you, telling you what a good girl you are for him. He holds you close through the night, and if he wakes up you feel a feel kiss on your head, his arms around you. You're still tied and bound, but -- comfortingly, almost. In the morning he takes the ropes off you, and tells you that he has to leave. He takes a pair of your panties as a trophy, and a spare set of your keys. He tells you that next time he'll stay for longer. You're still lying in bed as you hear his car pull away.

You know that you should probably go to the authorities, should at very least change your locks, install some security. But you know you won't do any of it...because your cunt, it's already wet and throbbing, thinking about what he might do...the next time he comes to use you.

(Hi there! Looking for someone to share the above scenario (and its continuation) with me. Looking for IRL, not just online. I'm 42M, from the western edge of Wisconsin. 5'11", 215lbs, with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beard. Happy to trade pics upon request.

I'm solo poly, and looking for casual friends with benefits, play partners, or hookups. I'm caring, creative, polite, playful, and perverse. DDF, recently tested. I enjoy a wide variety of kinks, including bondage, impact play, light sadism, CNC, degradation, humiliation, orgasm control/denial, forced orgasms, rough oral, anal, and petplay, among others. I also love cuddling, co-sleeping, and aftercare. I love planning out fun scenes, communicating about what we want it to be like beforehand, and talking about it together afterwards. Hope to hear from you!)