Pt 1- The initial meeting

So! Here's another part of the chronicles of emmie, with two bonus photos. IDK how so much of this rape stuff happened in my short life already but I'm not mad about it (albeit I might be psychosexually traumatized but w/e I still get off on it so IDGAF). This short story is about a date rape.

This happened 2.5 years ago. I had been 22 for a few months and was trying to explore the local BDSM scene a bit. I met a guy on FL- he seemed attractive, nice, complimentary, and he seemed to have a really good grasp of what I liked. I told him I liked rough sex. I told him I was shy. We arranged to go to a casual late dinner. I wore a knee-length skirt and button-up shirt with a pair of flats. He came to my apartment, picked me up in his truck around 12:30-1 a.m.

LA is full of random districts next to one another, and I wasn't really paying attention to where he was driving. I know that when he pulled over, we were still in DTLA and pretty close to Santa Fe Ave. It was warehouses for the most part- there was a giant party going on about half a block down. He put the car into park and I realized we were definitely not going to dinner. I didn't understand what was going on at that point, asking him "What are we doing here? Are we attending that party?" and he didn't say a word. I was nervous and completely underdressed. I kept talking.
"If I had known this is what we were doing..." I protested, but as soon as the car shut off, his hand immediately pushed my head down onto his cock until I couldn't breathe anymore, drool everywhere, my hair was frizzy and makeup running down my face.
"We are not going to that party," he said. He pulled my shirt off of me halfway, and ordered me to take it off. I numbly just followed his orders and I'm left with just my bra and my skirt. The seatbelt was cutting into me and I didn't understand what was going on.

Then, he started slapping the shit out of me. First he hit my face and when I tried to block him with my hands, he'd land blows on my tits. I'm sitting there gasping. I remember feeling the sting of his slaps and how GOOD it felt. It was warm and satisfying, like a runner's high. As soon as I stopped resisting, he told me to unbuckle my seatbelt and take my bra off. I did, and he got impatient and kept trying to yank my bra off. He lowered the seat back and started slapping me.

"You like it when I hit you, don't you?" he asked me. When I didn't say anything, he'd slap me again. "Yes Sir," he's say sternly. I couldn't call him Sir- to me, even in that state. I shook my head and he told me to move to the backseat facing the window. The act of crawling over the seats in just my skirt was humiliating and I felt so exposed.

He got out of his car and moved to the backseat and started spanking me hard on the ass. Then he pulled my underwear roughly down, shoved his cock into me, grabbed my nipples and twisted hard on them. Each thrust in he seemed to sink his fingers deeper into the flesh of my tits and he used that leverage to keep thrusting me back onto his cock. The pain was excruciating and no matter how many times I told him to stop and that it was too much and I couldn't take it he kept going. I came hard and when I did, he laughed and fucked me harder.

He came deep in me, and then as he pulled his dick out of me laid one last, stinging slap across my ass and moved back to the front seat while I laid on my stomach in the back seat, shocked and broken. 15 minutes later when we reached my apartment, he opened his truck door, kissed me hard on the mouth, told me he'd text me, and left me in front of my apartment building.

The bruises that he gave me during those two hours were the most beautiful bruises I've ever had. I'd share photos but I can't find them anymore! I'm really sad that I deleted them. You have no idea. But here's an old photo of me with a boobs & a ball gag to make me feel a bit better since I had my heart set on posting at least one photo with this post, taken by a guy that used to tie me up in his garage. Aaaand since you can't see very much other than tits, here's another photo of my ass & back dimples because I've been going to the gym a lot and I'm proud of 'em. Sorry there's no verification, neither of these photos were intended for reddit haha.

I'd love questions, thoughts, literally anything. I really need attention right now from you lovely pervs <3

TL;DR- Did not end up going to what looked like a super-hip, cool warehouse party.