shins
09-13-2006, 06:33 AM
So last night, I subjected angel to our first play rape scene. I startled her with it out of nowhere. I had left the room, retrieved my old, black Pink Floyd bandana, told her to close her eyes upon my approach, and I applied it as a blindfold. From there, I adopted a 'rapist' attitude and tone of voice. She attempted some resistance, whimpered and begged, and then submitted in 'fear' when I grabbed her hair and laid the dagger against her skin. We played for perhaps an hour, and as the rapist, I discovered how wet she was getting. She was sitting blindfolded in the floor as I belittled her 'vanilla husband', and I forced her to confide that her rapist was giving her something that she didnt get from him. She came on demand without touching her or her touching herself. Funny thing is, near the end, I suggested that I take her away from her nilla husband, and she agreed to go :icon176: Of course, I told her I didnt want her with me, but I would certainly pay another visit in the future. I made her count to 30 as she heard the door to the house open and close as the 'rapist' exited.
After waiting a couple of minutes, I, the nilla husband, entered the house with a 'honey, I'm home'. I'm smiling as I'm writing this, recalling how I heard her scrambling to remove evidence of the rape before I joined her in the room. I could smell her scent as I approached her, and I assumed that she had been watching porn while I was out. When I told her to hit 'play' on the dvd, there was no movie to watch... She confided that an intruder had taken advantage of her, but..she wasnt crying, she was wet and flushed... As I exited the room, I told her she had 5 min to pack her bags and get the hell out of my house.
I stepped back into the room with a smile on my face, grabbed her and we held eachother with lots of laughs as we discussed the scene. She confided that she had gotten into it so much, when I told her to get the hell out of my house, for a second, she thought I was serious. Needless to say, the rapist will certainly be making an appearance again. :)
After waiting a couple of minutes, I, the nilla husband, entered the house with a 'honey, I'm home'. I'm smiling as I'm writing this, recalling how I heard her scrambling to remove evidence of the rape before I joined her in the room. I could smell her scent as I approached her, and I assumed that she had been watching porn while I was out. When I told her to hit 'play' on the dvd, there was no movie to watch... She confided that an intruder had taken advantage of her, but..she wasnt crying, she was wet and flushed... As I exited the room, I told her she had 5 min to pack her bags and get the hell out of my house.
I stepped back into the room with a smile on my face, grabbed her and we held eachother with lots of laughs as we discussed the scene. She confided that she had gotten into it so much, when I told her to get the hell out of my house, for a second, she thought I was serious. Needless to say, the rapist will certainly be making an appearance again. :)