A Mixed Bag
For my most recent home invasion encounter I drove all the way to Chicago to assist a woman in some Fear Play and Breath Play. On my part, I considered the liaison a complete failure, but we did have a lot of fun.
My “victim” had some very specific fetishes (in addition to the fear and breath play she liked biting, didn’t like being “dominated” and wasn’t interested in sex.
I thought that the encounter would be a short one, because, really, how much threatening and choking can you do? It turned out to be my longest (almost four hours) and most physically demanding encounter ever.
For the fear aspect I really wanted to freak her out - - playing on the trust we had established over an amazingly short period of time. It turns out I’m just not that good an actor.
This was going to be an early morning home invasion (when her significant other was at work) so I drove to Chicago the night before, got a hotel room and checked out the following morning and drove to her home.
The key to her home was under a glass ashtray as she had shown me - - I often ask my victims to send me photos of the interior layout of their homes - - this one posted a video for me online! I left my bag of toys in my van and entered “light” with just a pair of handcuffs, a roll of duct tape and my knife. I pulled my mask on and discovered that I didn’t need the key because the door had been left unlocked.
I entered her room and looked at the figure on the mattress on the floor. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was her. The figure was completely covered with blanks and there was only a small bit of skin exposed by the face. It could have been her boyfriend for all I knew. I then saw a tuft of the red hair I had seen in pictures she sent me. I watched her for quite awhile, almost ten minutes. I thought she might have heard me but she never let on if she did. My heart pounded in anticipation as I watched and I finally ripped the covers off her and announced, “Good morning!” She was clad in black biker shorts and a sports bra. She was wearing ear buds and indeed hadn’t heard me. I slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and put handcuffs on her. I wrapped her ankles and knees with duct tape and then reinforced the handcuffs with duct tape since she had picked the lock on the cuffs. She was weirdly playful and through massive jaw movement she was able to get the duct tape off her mouth. I put a large piece on which she also got off. I finally got all Clockwork Orange on her ass and wrapped the duct tape all the way around her head.
I left her in an awkward position, hanging over the side of the mattress and I went back to my van to get the rest of my “equipment”. When I returned a minute or two later… she was gone!
“Oh... She’s good,” I muttered.
I opened up the closet in her room. Not there. I went through the small house, checking all the closets. Nada. I went back to the kitchen to see if a door led to the basement - - just a pantry. I walked back to the living room and exclaimed,
“Well, I GUESS that was worth the drive.”
I went back to a room I had looked in which was an office. It was much deeper than I thought and full of boxes. She was standing as far back as she could get. She had hopped away and was just standing there. I hopped her back to her room.
She was an awesome struggler, but she was definitely there for fun. Smiling and taunting me. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and removed the handcuffs which she was complaining about through her gag. I locked all of the cuffs together so that she was in a hogtie but she proceed to twist and turn and get out of THEM. I unclipped them since they were useless on her and just held her down as she struggled beneath me.
I then pulled my knife and held it to her throat. This was awesome. She totally froze with fear and I could actually feel her heart racing.
I had her put on a black bra and panties I had brought (she had requested that I didn’t destroy her meager collection of clothing). I also took the time to carefully remove the duct tape from her hair. It was probably the only time (particularly with a home invasion) where the play date actually felt like an adult version of a child’s play time. We’d take time outs. Resume. We would alternate between her struggling with me and the knife play. What was great about the knife play was that every single time I produced the knife her body would tense up and her heart would race. A total turn on.
At one point she was biting my arm in attempt to get away. I totally sank my teeth into her shoulder. Between the small scratches from the knife play and my biting her, her upper torso was a mess (but all marks e were able to be hidden by a T-shirt (as specified).
I also want to commend my plaything for taking safety precautions. She actually contacted a woman I played with before (and apparently gave me a glowing recommendation) and she had also arranged for someone to call her during the play session. She even had various pre-arranged code phrases - - “I’m fine” - - meant call the police.
I had cut off the black bra I had provided during knife play and had her change into white panties and a white wife beater for our next bit of fun. Some drowning breath play. I had her go to the bathroom at knife point and draw a bath. I took off my shoes and socks and stripped down to my underwear. My mask had remained on all this time.
I had her get in the tub and I straddled her, standing above her. I bent down and pressed her down until her head was under the water. She would keep her eyes open under water so she could see me and it was great seeing the fear in them when she would start to struggle for air. We did this for a bit and then I pulled her up, took off my mask and started to make out with her. We showered together, dried off, got dressed and then played some MORE! More struggling, more knife play, more breath play with my leather-gloved hand covering her mouth and nose (there had been some early pillow suffocating as well). Her athletic body struggling against mine. Finding the precise way to choke her out right before she passes out. Fantastic!
I never dreamed that an encounter with so many limits - - no sex, no domination, has to have her underwear on at all times, major focus being just fear and breath play - - would be so much fun. And long! As I said, I thought, “How long can you scare and choke somebody?” It turns out for almost four hours! And what a work out. Her abs were hurting her from the struggle and my legs were shot from wrapping them around her legs and keeping them from thrashing and kicking.
When I left I could barely walk to my car. The six hour journey home took me over ten hours because I would need to stop every hour and ice up my legs (one of them wasn’t really working at all). By the time I got home I was able to hobble out of my van, and amazingly by the next day I was able to walk.
It was a great adventure but I wished I didn’t have to drive so far to play.
Turns out I would get my wish.
- Night Demon