I was new to Reddit and as I read the posts I became warm and flushed. The thoughts and idea were very intriguing along with the anonymity of hiding behind technology. I could explore and learn in the most private and safe setting of my own bedroom.

I didn’t even know what CNC meant and I had to look it up. Then I remember the sensations that went through my body when I read his post. It was like he was in my head. Yes, I do know what it feels like walking across a dark parking lot looking over my shoulder. I know what it feels like to feel someone come up behind me while hiking in the woods alone. I know what it’s like to have a man of authority put me into an uncomfortable situation where I can’t defend myself.

These types of instances have always stricken fear into me. How did this stranger, who wrote this post, know I have had these exact feelings of fear? The bigger question is why did reading this give me such sensations of arousal? How could such an invasion of my privacy and safety be arousing to me?

I couldn’t help but read his post again and again. I do know the effect I have on men. I do want to feel the primal, animal lust of a man taking control of my body over my objection. It’s so confusing that the more I read his post the more I burned with the desires, the very desires he wrote about to entice me.

Was it the desires inside me that encouraged me to write him? What was I thinking? It was like I was in a trance. This trance gave me the courage and need to reach out to him. I needed to hear more of his words.

I did just that, I messaged him introducing myself. I was open but not forward. I was honest and myself. I did not mention his post as I was scared, excited and shy. He replied and was warmly reciprocating. We communicated often getting to know one another.

I had no idea who he could really be and I had no intention of meeting him in person so what harm was there in answering his more intimate questions? Our conversations began to take a turn into a more sexual nature.

It was less than two weeks later that I met him in person for dinner. I can’t believe I did that. He put me at such ease but it was still against my better judgment. The evening was lovely and polite. I was afraid so I sent my girlfriend his information, the information he provided. I sent her my location. It was a public establishment. I took a photo of his car in the parking lot. All of this could not stop him from harming me but it could stop him from getting away with it.

A short time passed from that night at dinner and I found myself in a hotel room waiting for him to arrive. It was the middle of the night. Yes, I had agreed to meet him for an overnight rendezvous. What was I thinking? He was traveling into town to meet me. I checked into the hotel room that he secured. I was so very nervous. Why was I here? What was I doing? This is crazy and dangerous!

He arrived in the middle of the night. I woke and was rather groggy. I let him in but before I knew it this huge muscular man was on top of me on the bed. He was intent to pleasure me before he took me for himself. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t resist him. His body weight holding me down would have made it futile. I felt his mouth and tongue all over me, heard his hot breath as I breathed in his scent. The pleasure was too intense and all I could do was give in.

The next day I found myself bound in his rope. This man I had only met once before, this man I met online, this stranger had his ropes wrapped around my helpless body. I had never experienced anything like this before. I could not struggle or it would hurt. I didn’t understand why it was so pleasurable as the rope glided against my skin and gave me such sensations. The silky feel of the rope combined with the sound of it being woven around my body, rendering me absolutely helpless put me into such a state.

It has been over a year since I first felt his rope binding and rendering me helpless, since I felt him take my body for himself that morning and use me. He’s so muscular and strong, so confident in what he wants and how he takes it. He’s also so gentle and romantic when he restrains me. A man who reads me poetry as I’m locked up in his arms. A man who professes his undying love to me. He is a man that alway makes my pleasure his priority. I have fallen so madly in love with him. I have given myself over to him, all of me. It’s the least I can do for him in return as he has given himself to me. We are in a committed TPE relationship. He is my Master, my gentle loving Master and I love him so.

We are in a state of euphoria. I signed his contract. He has free use of me to do as he likes. In reality he doesn’t need a contract because I am all his, I am only his. He takes my body but I have given him my mind and my soul.