Imagine going on a nice date with a gentleman. Dinner, roses and all the romantic chiches. But once he takes you home everything changes. He becomes obsessed over your body to the point where he ties you up and uses you. Stretching out each hole, choking you so no one here’s you. And while he’s violating you he whispers in your ears “I’m sorry” then blows his load deep in you, breeding you. Making you his belonging whether you want to or not. And when everything is over and you’re trapped in his house your twisted mind thinks to itself “I’m in love” as you rub yourself waiting for the next opportunity to get violated by your captor and new husband.
no thank you. choking is listed as one of my hard nos.











