Hi.

We’re looking for anyone dominant (male, female, another couple, whatever) to help us carry out a home invasion fantasy where we would be your captives and held hostage. Something that starts as a routine burglary that quickly goes down a darker path when you notice how attractive my husband and I are.

We’re looking to be tied up with rope and gagged, roughed up a bit, humiliated a lot, and CNC’d until we can’t take it anymore. We genuinely want to feel like powerless and abused hostages, forced to endure this together.

I’m the wife. I’m 34, 5’7, 140 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes. Curvy but still HWP.

He is 37, 5’10, 185 lbs brown hair and eyes, with a muscular build. We’ve been been married for three years now.

We’re looking for an intense scene, so we should meet for dinner prior to acting this out to make sure the vibe and priority is right.

Here’s what we’re thinking— (we’re pretty adaptable and flexible for the pretext about how you came to capture us, so if you don’t like this and have your own idea you’re welcome to run it by us).

You’ve been targeting our house for a while (we’ll use a hotel room for this for added security for everyone). Not expecting anyone home, you figure this will be an easy operation. What you didn’t expect us, we’re still home. But you came prepared for that contingency. You’re a very industrious burglar.

(We’ll provide the rape kit and airsoft pistol)

As you slip inside, you make your presence know. You’re polite, but commanding.

“Hands up. Both of you sit down. You motion to two chairs with the gun in your hand. Sit down and put your hands behind the back of the chair. Don’t scream. I won’t hurt you”.

We comply and do as you say. We’ll try to talk our out of this as you begin to tie us to the chairs. Our hands bound behind the chair. Our ankles tied together. More ropes tethering our torsos to the chair.

Once that’s finished, you lay two ball-gags on the table next to us.

We both begin to protest;

‘Oh those are not going in our mou——MMMPHGG GRRRRRMPH MMMGRR’

Our protests silenced by the ball-gags you just strapped in our mouths. Now we’re starting to get concerned. You can see the indignation on our faces.

“Don’t go anywhere you two, I just need to have a look around and help myself to what I like. Just ask if you need anything”

‘GRRRRMPH MMPPPPHHH’ we both protest. That wasn’t fucking funny.

You come back to find us attempting to free ourselves or the rope, attempting to communicate a plan to free ourselves. This is obviously unacceptable. Maybe you find a suitable punishment for us is to pull my tits out of my dress and fondle me in front of my husband. Our put Halloween pig noses over our faces and take pictures of us trussed up and helpless like swine.

After humiliating us and reasserting your dominance once again, you inform us that you decided you’d rather have some fun mostly at our expense. You gloat that you found some interesting sex toys in our bedroom and that we’re going to be your bound and gagged slaves for the night.

If you like where this is going send us a DM and we can flesh out the rest and set a dinner date.