You used to kidnap guys and make them cry and beg. Even going as far as locking them up in your basement. Most would not last that long but you were able to make them “disappear”. Gone without a trace once they were no longer breathing. Things were going ok for you until one of the guys escaped. Going to the police and you were in jail initially. However, you pleaded insanity and went to a psyc hospital. You were making so much progress that the judge was merciful and he said that you can be released but have to move far away as the town you were in didn’t like you. You decided to move to countryside Oregon to start a new life. Things were going well and you even began to date. However, all of the guys you meant didn’t pique your interest. You were in a coffee shop and drinking some coffee as I saw you from afar. I was nervous about dating and decided to take a risk. Getting one single flower and giving it to you as I was a bit flustered then walked away. You smiled at the flower but it reawakened something inside of you. When you got home, you pleasured yourself and as you did, you thought about me, all tied up. Normally your orgasms are not that intense. However, you envisioned me tied up and forced to live with you. Leaving marks on my body and thinking of my begs and pleads as music to your ears. However, you were taught in therapy to restructure those thoughts. But those thoughts of me being under your will and you deciding my life and its choices. Seeing my flustered and shy state as you let out a loud yell. Collapsing on the bed as you came on yourself and realized to yourself, “Fuck, I want him. I need him. I’ll break him if I have to.” You said as those thoughts were all coming back. You lived in a rural area where no one knew you and they people were gullible enough to believe in you. You were going to have me no matter what.