Fit male, 29, 5’10, long black hair, tattoos and well trimmed beard, experienced in CNC play. Scene will be provided to those that are SERIOUS, general idea can be found further below. If you are not interested that's fine, but don't message and waste both our time if you are going to ghost.

To weed out the many questions that I tend to get and hopefully save you and I some time;

– If you are not experienced in CNC, not a problem, be clear about that. I will answer any questions you have. – First scene will be discussed and created beforehand for you to read over so you are aware of exactly what is happening and what you are getting into. – I will need you to provide your hard limits ahead of time, if you do not know what they are, take some time to think about them. If you are looking to push your personal boundaries that's fine, but you need to confirm what those boundaries are and we will set a plan in place to properly push through them. – Safe words are obviously a must. Grips or noise makers will be used in the event that the scene includes a gag that prohibits you from speaking. – Yes your discretion is assured - No i do not take pictures or video. If you want to, that's fine, however it will be recorded on your own device, never mine. – I host in private home, for this scene, there will be a live grab, I have my areas of which im willing to do them from that I have spent much time scouting / using and can ensure they are safe. – Aftercare is a must. Be aware of what you need for aftercare – NO I am not interested in men. No offense, it is just not what I am looking for and I don't have any sexual attraction to men.

This is it, the moment that you have been building towards for as long as you can remember. The fantasy that has played out in your head over and over and over. The feeling of loss of control, the sense of fear, the helplessness. The idea of it itself is something that you have always been so ashamed of. It really is one of the worst kinks that you think you could have, yet here you are. You have discussed all the details ahead of time, every moment has been planned, you just need to finally take the last step, put your feet out the door and start moving.

You are wearing exactly what was agreed upon for you to wear. You have parked in the exact spot you were told to park in. He told you minutes ago that he was already there and waiting for you. You can not see a vehicle anywhere, but he advised that is exactly how it will go. You wonder how someone is able to hide a vehicle like that in such an open space. You follow the path to the left as instructed. Everytime you hear a noise you jump a little, out of fear, out of excitement. You're literally dripping with anticipation and every jump from every rustling of the trees just builds this tension. Your heart is beating faster and faster, your head is telling you that you should turn around and leave, but your body is advising, no, demanding that you continue forward. That this is the night you finally get it all out of your system. It is almost as if you are no longer in control of yourself, your legs are moving all on their own, dying to finally realize the scenario that has played out in your head for years, to enact the scene you have spent all this time discussing with this man. Just one night, one terrifying, trembling, pleasurable night.

Footsteps. You hear them behind you, your body aches, your hands tremble, but you have been walking down this path so long that you tell yourself again, it's just the tree’s, he said you would be half way down before he grabbed you, so confident in this that you don’t bother to look, you are still on autopilot, scanning the environment around you, hoping to catch a glimpse. Suddenly you realize that you are no longer moving forward. Your chest feels heavy, it's almost hard to breathe. In your daze, you didn't notice that there is an arm wrapping around you, within a fraction of a second, you find your mouth covered, a hand, first cold from sitting outside, quickly warming as you panic, the tightening arm around your chest making it harder to breathe, you can’t even let out a scream. It is finally happening, the moment that you had been waiting for, he finally grabbed you. He was right, no matter how much you prepared for this moment, no matter how much of it had been planned in advance, your reaction was still very real, this moment feels very real. Time seems to have frozen in place, you feel yourself falling to the ground, no not falling, being pushed? Dragged downwards?

You finally hear his voice, you have heard it before, but this time it's colder. More direct. You can’t even make out what it is that he is saying, but you know that it sounds threatening. You try to pay attention but so much is happening all in these few moments. You realize that you are cold, not completely, but a part of you is cold. Your shirt, it's been ripped. You don’t know when or how, but you are completely exposed on one side of your body. The little snow that is still on the ground burns just a little. The weight of the man on top of you makes it impossible to move. When you try, your exposed skin rubs harder into the snow. You attempt to push up for comfort and realize that your arms are bound behind you, you manage nothing more than a wiggle of your shoulders, moving your skin more across the ground. Your head is lifted, you're now staring down the path. You feel that he has grasped a handful of your hair, and as quickly as you found yourself looking upwards, your mouth has been covered again with something new. Tape? You can’t scream, your shallow breathing further intensified by this moment. You focus hard on sucking air in through your nostrils. The hair in his hand is pulled back further, your neck is as far back as it can go, your spine follows and your torso is finally removed from the ground, the soreness you feel, now exposed to the cold harshness of the wind, but there is no time to focus on this, your body continues to lift upwards. Your feet have left the ground and as quickly as they left they are planted firmly again. Now that you are on your feet, you’re spun around and in one quick motion find yourself hoisted over his shoulder and staring back at the exact spot you were just lying in. A moment that felt like hours, over in a few seconds. You hear the rip of your leggings, again exposed to the cold as you bounce with every step he takes. Lights flash, you see his vehicle. Just as discussed ahead of time. You know he is going to throw you into the back of it, you know that by continuing to walk forward, by not turning around you agreed to this, you can not stop shaking, but can not tell if it's from fear or out of pure excitement. All you know is that you can not wait for what comes next.

He tosses you in, strangely. It was rough, but safe, you realize now the extent of the damage to your clothing and find yourself worried about the interior lights now that the door to the vehicle has been unlocked. It feels as if the entire world can see and is staring at you right now. You hear the engine start. Music comes next, turned up so loud that even if you had screamed as you had talked about doing, you don't think anyone would ever actually hear you. The weight of the car has shifted, you feel him reversing before being rolled backwards by his quick shift into drive and the speed of which he took off. Now its all in his hands and you have never been more excited.

If interested in CNC, the first message should include “Walk forward” followed by your location, age and limits. Without “Walk forward” I will not accept the chat / delete the message.