It had been a little over a year since that horrific night. I had been home alone. When I awoke it was to a figure in a ski mask and dark clothing, with his hand on my mouth and a sharp object on my neck.

He told me if I did everything he said that I would live, that he would disappear. And I did…for two days…before anyone noticed I hadn’t shown up for work.

But the things he made me do…endure…he didn’t take pleasure in me actually succeeding.

I had never reported it. It was too much…to dark…too shameful. No, I wasn’t ready to be that vulnerable with anyone.

I had grown up in a very Catholic household, and so slowly I began to confide in my priest, as well as my therapist. Slowly, over the course of a year, I opened up to them both, separately, about the horrors, physical and emotional, I was made to endure.

I had moved, installed new locks, and felt safe. So, over a year later, I was asleep, soundly, for the first time in a very long time as someone stood silently above me…

His eyes were different, but the same. Filled with the same hate and anger as the first time, but also with an excitement and desire I don’t remember from before. The ski mask covers everything but your eyes as your gloved hand grips my hair, my wrists taped tightly behind my back as I beg and plead…

Are you my therapist or priest turned on by all the dark and twisted things I’ve confessed he made me do, and now you want to live them out? Have you been touching yourself behind the confessional screen? Have you been trying to hide your erection while I tell you about having my hands tied behind my back, and how he used my throat like it was his personal sex toy?

Have you been returning home after each session or confession and fucking your own wife excitedly? Has she been complaining you aren’t treating her with love and passion, but rather as a play thing? A toy? Like I had been used?

Did you try an escort only to have her complain and push you off her because of how rough you became?

Am I the only outlet? The source of your desire and the explanation?

My kinks are clearly very dark and twisted, I want no romance or cuddling. I want to be degraded, abused and tormented.

My only limits are scat, blood, incest and underage.

I’d like to build our characters together (ages, backgrounds and such). For instance am I a student, a young professional, a divorced mother, or am I still married?

I look forward to hearing from all you depraved men. I only play in PM’s, no chat