Quote Originally Posted by Neopadinski
I fantasize constantly about breaking into a girl's house, or grabbing her off the street, tying her up and doing lots of things she probably wouldn't like to her. I've actually concocted plans on how to do it. But the only thing I don't consider is whether or not I would actually do it, because under no circumstances would I ever go through with it.
Find the right girl, and you can do it as a shared fantasy. Last weekend I made arrangements with my new gf before I came to pick her up, and when she got into the car she acted like she was just getting a lift. I held a knife to her throat and told her to hold still and not fight, cuffed her hands behind her back with cuffs that were fastened to a chain behind the seat, then drove her to my place while she alternately begged to be let go and told me I'd never get away with this.

At the house I hung a cloak round her shoulders so I could lead her across the street to the door without anyone seeing her cuffed hands. I realised that if I'd prepared better, since there are so many Muslim women in this neighbourhood, I could have put robes and veil on her and she could have been completely roped and gagged underneath!

Once I had her in the house, I stripped her slowly by cutting her clothes off with the knife I had held her up with (thus settling any doubts she might have had about how sharp it was!) I'd arranged for her to wear stuff from the charity shop box which she could afford to lose; she said afterwards that having her clothes cut off her was the most exciting moment.

When I had inspected my prisoner enough, I tied her down to a chair with a nylon bottle brush under her crotch and let her squirm and beg me to let her off it while I explained that she was here to be broken as my slave, that I expected her to resist and I would enjoy it, but in the end she would belong utterly to me. I spent a long happy afternoon beating and torturing her into grovelling surrender and making her do things she had told me she'd never done and couldn't possibly do, and dropped her back at her place exhausted, bruised all over and glowing with happiness.

Like the old song says, "If you ain't got a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true?"