Me: 28 year old female. Scandinavian by origin. 5’8, 155 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes. I work out a lot. My ass is a testament to that.

Logistics: We’ll have to do this at your place. Emphasis on place. We can’t do a hotel room, but an AirBnB could be acceptable. My place is… not an option.

We’d have to meet in public once, mostly for my safety. I need a good vibe from you. I’m not looking for it to be ‘date-y’. So no drinks or dinner. Starbucks during an afternoon is acceptable. I’ll pick the location.

Limits: No butt stuff. No permanent marks. No bathroom stuff. No animals or children. I can get into a little pain from impact play, but I want this to be more of a psychological, dark and shamefully sexy mind and body fuck.

So. I’m a cop. Yes, really. That’s all I’ll say about it, only so my fucked up fantasy makes more sense.

I’ll show up at your place, under the guise of it being a routine disturbance call. I’ll find the door ajar and open it up. I’ll be wearing my patrol uniform and duty belt without any weapons on it. (I guess it makes more sense to change in your place, I can’t be seen like that anywhere near public)

Suddenly I’ll be grabbed. The fight is on but you’ll win. You will tell me that you’re going to kill me if I don’t stop being a feisty little bitch and let you tie me up.

I relent. You tie me up with rope. My ankles. My thighs. My chest and arms and of course my hands behind my back.

This whole time I’m talking shit to you. Calling you disgusting, an evil person, you better not get any ideas about touching me etc…. I’m mid sentence telling you how I’m going to take you to jail——MMMMPHH. GGGRRRRMPH HMMMPH! I won’t struggle too much while you’re tying me up because I want you to do a good job. My mouth will give you problems, so hopefully you can still concentrate on the task at hand.

You took a package of medical gauze from a pouch on my belt and stuffed the gauze into my mouth.

Next I hear duct tape being ripped from the roll. I smell the sick industrial stench of the adhesive as you begin to tape my mouth shut with the gauze partially hanging out, before beginning to wrap my head completely with the duct tape. (Don’t worry about my hair, I’ll put it in a bun or pony tail).

“MMMMMPH GGRRRMPH NMMMPPHMMMTTFUCKKKKKKRRRRR MMMPH!” I spurt out in a rage despite the gauze and duct rape.

Next, you take a black sharpie and write on the tape over my lips you write

‘PIG’

You take a few photos of me kneeling in your house. Completely tied up and gagged.

“GGGGGRRRRMMPH MMMPH MMMMMPH GGRRRMMMP”.

More incomprehensible rage. More futile struggles against the rope.

Then you put a Halloween pig nose over my nose

More photos.

Now, I must do as you say, if I don’t want these photos getting out to my dept and family…

Im glaring daggers at you. Pure hatred and malice. I’m visibly huffing and puffing. My bosom heaving despite my uniform and body armor concealing my now vulnerable, well sculpted body.

My face is red with anger. You gently stroke my hair. My face. All those places only my boyfriend is supposed to touch…

What’s next for me?

Thoughts?