[F4M] Turning rape fantasies into reality

Joyita stretched luxuriously in her soft, pillowy bed. She woke up slowly, sipping a cup of water from her bedside table and blinking in the filtered light coming in through the sheer curtain of her bedroom. She lived so far out in the countryside that her neighbors couldn't see through her windows, so it only seemed logical to keep them open for natural light. She reached one hand out from beneath her mound of blankets and snatched her phone from her bedside table, her nipple stiffening in the puff of cold air that came with it under the sheets.

As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she checked her calendar and planned out her day: pack lunch, go to work, go to ballet practice, make dinner, wash her hair, maybe get raped at some point.

The thought of it sent a naughty little thrill through her, and instead of getting up in time to make a proper lunch for herself she wound up staying in bed with her vibrator, rubbing herself to orgasm not once but twice at the thought of today being the day. She had been talking with an online Dominant for months, sharing all of her naughty thoughts and fantasies. One in particular they shared was a rape fantasy. Eventually she came to trust him enough to share some details, and over time they had begun to develop a plan together.

He seemed sane. He seemed respectful. He assured her that he would do nothing she had declared off-limits and that she only need to say the safeword to make him stop at any point. He promised he had been STI tested recently, and that he would wear a condom anyway. So many promises. So many hours talking. So much trust between them - and yet it was just that, trust. He could choose to do whatever he liked to her, and she would be powerless to stop him.

As she dressed that morning, Joyita chose a matching set of pale blue lingerie, a thong panty and a lacey balconette bra which was more to decorate her dainty a-cup breasts than support them. She had a petite and fit figure from years of ballet, with a rather flat chest but shapely legs and hips. Joyita's grandmother was from the Philippines and her genes ran strong, giving her a demure stature of only 5'1, long chocolate brown hair, and monolid eyes that resisted most makeup except for a quick swipe of mascara. She leaned into her natural look, applying only chapstick and a light sun cream to keep her from tanning too much on the bike ride to town. She wore black thermal leggings under a loosely fit cream sweater dress that hung just right off of her curves.

A pair of black leather booties completed the look, tugged on as she hurried out the door with her purse and a backpack full of ballet gear. It was only a ten minute bike ride into town down the quiet country road, but instead she would take a path that led her through the woods and over an isolated bridge, not far from where there were a few isolated cabins rarely rented out this time of year. She couldn't help but wonder every time she passed them if today would finally be the day some man would come bursting off the trail and spirit her away into a cabin to have his way with her.

Once she got into town she would lock her bike in the isolated lot behind the florist shop, where she was scheduled to work until six. An attack there seemed unlikely, though she was meant to work alone and sometimes fantasized about an oddly familiar customer coming in, locking the door behind him, and flipping the sign to closed. After work she would take her bike a few blocks down to the train station, where she could catch a ride into the city, wondering if any of the men aboard were her secret Dom. Another ten minutes of biking would lead her into the warehouse district, where an affordable ballet studio would provide her with a few hours of distraction before she pedaled slowly back to the station, both due to exhaustion and the hope that one of those dark alleys might be the place.

Her ride up home would be along much the same route, though sometimes she liked to stop by a little restaurant along the way for a bowl of soup and a glass of wine, the perfect way to unwind after a long day. Then, a little tipsy, she might take her bike up the main road after all. Back to her house, where her Dom knew the spare key lived in a flower pot on the porch If he broke in tonight, she might not know until she was already naked and in the shower, wet, vulnerable, her cell phone left charging in the other room...

Or maybe he would keep her waiting. Another day? Another week? Never? Maybe he was all talk and no game. Joyita couldn't rule it out, and a part of her almost hoped that he was. This was insane, after all. A rape fantasy was bad enough, it was quite another thing to actually conspire with a complete stranger online to enact it. And yet she hoped.

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I also write first person perspective, just ask if you prefer that. :)

Please bring a solid character concept! This is way more fun when you're not just playing some faceless boogeyman. I'm fine with the kind of respectful and consensual Dom that Joyita thinks she's getting... and I'm also fine with the bad kind, the one that fully intends to break her limits. Just keep in mind that my limits, as the writer, are firm: no scat, no incest, and no necrophilia.

My kinks include CNC & actual noncon, sadism, anal virginity loss, painal, spanking, orgasm control, choking, hot wax, toys, drugs, breeding, petplay, needles, chastity, teasing & denial, heavy bondage, permanent bondage, enslavement, impact play, fucking machines, medical play, sounding, piercings, enemas, lactation, branding, orientation play, and sexual torture (especially when focused on the clitoris). You don't need to share all of these kinks, but it should give you a good idea of how extreme I'm willing to go.