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I don't know exactly how to tell you this, but it turns out that with a little bit of time, I have come to be profoundly grateful for what you did to me. Some parts of me are still sore, both physically and emotionally, but for the most part, it was an experience I will always remember with a terrible delight.
You raped me. There's no doubt about that. I still feel your hands on my skin, on parts of me no one's touched before, so it seems. My ankles burn with the memory of your strong grip as you bent my legs forward, pinning me to my own bed, my knees pressed into my breasts, my pussy a gaping slash, hungry for something, I didn't know what, yet horrified at the helpless vulnerability of my situation.
I remember your tongue violating my mouth before you forced my mouth open and gagged me tightly despite everything I could do to prevent it. I can feel your tongue on mine now, even as I write this.
In my almost two decades of life, I have never felt as helpless as I did on the night you forced your will on me. No - in all my life, I have never felt helpless, it seems. If ever I did, I know now that it was an illusion. I have never been helpless before, until you took all my power away.
The way you trussed me up like an animal for slaughter - my thighs bound tightly against my body, my wrists tied fast to my ankles, my ass protruding like a rip fruit, my pussy a helpless, waiting victim...
I remember such fear, I thought I would die. I wanted to die. How foolish I was, how ignorant.
Thank you. Thank you for the way you slid your finger into my wet hole despite my tears and protestations. I had never known how hard my pussy could grip, before that fearful, terrible moment of violation. But you continued, first one finger, then another, then another... I thought I was dying, when you twisted your fingers around inside my tender flesh. (I could feel you wriggling inside me then, like a living, alien creature.)
I thought I was dying, but it was my G spot acting up for the first time. I finally understood that when your patient, insistent manipulations resulted in the most explosive orgasm I have ever had, greater than any I had ever given myself, greater than any anyone has ever given me.
And then you continued with another and another and another, all through the night.
I don't know how, Sir, but after a few hours, or it might have been a dozen, I don't know - the sun had come up - I no longer felt like a victim but a willing recipient of your violations. I craved - do still crave - your trespassing actions upon my body. And my soul. It seems that sometime during that night, you had taken me completely, and made me yours.
When you came inside of me, after you had pushed me beyond the bounds of exhaustion (but I was not too exhausted to feel your explosion of hot, liquid ownership deep in my most inner parts, setting your seal on me), I screamed and cried for fear that I might get pregnant. I'm not ready to have a baby, even if it were yours - I'm still in college, after all.
Silly me. When it was all over and I was nursing my tortured body slumped over in the bath with the shower pelting me about the face, I reached into my sore pussy and found a sponge sticky with your cum. I am impressed, Sir, both by how you managed to slip it in me without my realising it and by your thoughtfulness.
It's ironic that I feel that I can trust a man who would break into my room unheard and undetected to have his way with me. And yet, what is that way, Sir? I feel confused, for I realise that what you did was not selfish. What you did was for my benefit, perhaps, as much as yours. Your bonds have set me free from my bonds to convention and - yes - fear. You have set me free to be yours.
I know that you don't answer to anyone's instructions, but, Sir, I remain, with exquisite anticipation
Your willingly violated,
Sara
I derived great joy from my first muse, who suffered delights under my care, within the online fantasies I created for her. Are you in search of your online fantasy? I might have a spot for you - write me to say "Hi!"
