At the beginning of February, one of my subs shyly asked something of me: she was interested in rape play, and wanted me to arrange a scene where she would be caught off guard. The few times we had been together were always very rough, but she was looking for a new game. She’s gorgeous-27 years old, Irish-Italian , long wavy hair, nice sized tits and an absolutely incredible ass. She loves to be used but blushes scarlet pink uncontrollably when she feels like she’s being super slutty. She was flushed head to toe as she asked me. I told her she needed to pick two days back to back when she’d be home alone , with the doors unlocked, and to not have anything on during that period that she was particularly fond of. She gave me a Tuesday-Wednesday the following week, and I instructed her that she must edge at least four times daily until I came to her, but that she was not allowed to cum. Then I ignored her for the rest of the week. That Tuesday night I went over to her house and parked down the street. I walked up in the shadows and peeked in her window, where I saw her sitting on the couch watching television. She knew that the clock had started and had been home alone all day, wondering when it would happen. I could tell she was on edge, nervously looking around every few minutes. I went around to the front door and knocked loudly, then hustled back around the corner of the house. I could see her open the door, and kind of nervously stick her head out and look around past the porch light. She took a hesitant step out, then quickly stepped back in and closed the door. Back at the window, I saw her come back into the living room, fidgeting, holding her arms. She was wearing fitted grey sweatpants and a tight green v neck t shirt. Very obviously without a bra. I could see her face and chest flushed pink. She sat back down on the couch, and slid her hand into her sweatpants, rhythmically stroking her pussy. Her head would lean back and then she’d catch herself and stop for a bit.

She’s a good girl, and does what she’s told.

I used the app on my phone to place a food delivery to her house. Then took some video through the window of her edging herself.

Once I got notification that the driver was close, I ran back to my car and sent her the video from my second number, which she doesn’t know. Of course, I didn’t see her reaction, but from down the street I could see the delivery car pull up, and a young man walked up with Chinese food and rang the bell. She texted back, ”Is this you?” I ignored it and watched the kid at the door. She still hadn’t come to open it, and the guy must’ve figured the bell wasn’t working, so he pounded on the door. She threw the door open quickly, and even from the darkness 50 feet away I could se her eyes widen in surprise that it wasn’t me, and her smile disappeared . She closed the door to just a crack, and, while I couldn’t hear the words, I could hear the tones of voice. Confusion on both parts. Ultimately, she took the food and the kid left. She stood on the porch a bit looking around again, then went back inside. I left my car and went back around the house, near the window again but not so close. It was dark enough that she wouldn’t be able to see me in the shadows. I saw her appear at the window, and then she disappeared from view for a bit. After a few minutes she came back in the living rooms, now wearing jean shorts. She gets really wet, and I’m guessing she had soaked her sweats earlier. I picked up a handful of acorns and threw them one at a time at different windows, still from the shadows. She jumped when she heard the first one, and started toward the room that had been hit. She stopped though, uncertain. Then I hit the bathroom window at the back of the house. She turned wildly and backed up against the window that I had been looking in. She stood there for a few moments, looking in all directions, her tight little ass hanging out of her come-fuck-me shorts right against the glass. She then slowly started walking toward the hall that leads to her bedroom. Just as she disappeared from my sight, I threw the rest at the window she had just left and ran back to my car. I got the text to my second line again “Is this you? What’s going on?” I ignored it, and instead used my delivery app to tip the driver $20. After that, I drove home. I still had the whole next day.

End part 1.