gone horribly wrong.

He was very mean to her, slapped her around way more that a little rough sex. It was the kind of thing that turned him on, and when he finally came, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep soundly on the bed there in the hotel.

She handcuffed him, chained him to the headboard by the collar that was now around his neck. By the time he woke up, she had already gone through his wallet to copy whatever usable information she might find about his job, his bank, his family…

He was trapped. She would blackmail him into paying her from now on. There was no way out.

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She was sent by the agency to be a model, unaware that the high-paying job would result in her being “bondage girl” in stocks at a 24 hour BDSM party charging a fee for her use and abuse. Luckily, the first few visitors were women who realized that the circumstances could easily be turned around, and the party would be a smashing financial success – for them – if instead it was “bondage boy” who was the main attraction.

They were flirtatiously enjoying each other’s company in the almost-empty bar as closing time approached. But he had devious plans. When the bartender left the room to check a keg, he drugged her drink and half-carried her out to his car, where he handcuffed, gagged, and hogtied her.

The plan was to drive her to his house and imprison her there. But like a dumbass, he had forgotten to check the gas gauge. And the carload of lesbian weightlifters that discovered her in the car and rescued her had no sense of humor about it at all…

Sometimes a guy just is overcome with the feeling that he needs to have sex with that woman.

Waiting in the hall after the church meeting let out, he realized that he was alone with a young woman he had been attracted to for years. He nonchalantly pulled open one of the other doors in the hall, grabbed her, pulled her inside, and closed the door.

He had his way with her.

He was looking for a vulnerable woman to abuse and manipulate.
Her car was broken down on the side of the road. She was not looking to be anyone’s sex slave.

All her pleading and crying made no difference. What it took was the state of natural torpor called the afterglow, when the male is napping and unaware. She not only got free, but turned the tables on him. He was one sorry dude.

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