“ Um sure, I suppose I could. What do you want to hear?”

“ Tell me your favorite.”

“Well, ok, its simple really, I’m a light sleeper so if I heard someone coming through my window I would know, but my boyfriend likes to kid about coming in one night and surprising me, so if I heard a noise, id pretend to be asleep so as not to ruin it for him.

“The figure would climb into my bed and by that time I would realize something was wrong, maybe his weight on the bed was different or his pattern of breathing was wrong.

I would go from excited to anxious and worried, and then something would wrap around my mouth and my eyes would shoot open, there I would see a total stranger (of course a beautiful one) hovering above me, tying a gag around my mouth, he would see that I was awake and whisper harshly that if I didn’t want to be badly hurt I would stay quiet.

“After he finished gagging me he would bind my hands above my head, of course all this would be done roughly with a presence of danger, in a half asleep confused state i would struggle and try and try and ask who the hell he was, he would glare at me, angry that i had defied him and would begin tearing at my clothes, exposing me in the mild light and cool air, and I would squirm and whimper quietly.

“Oddly the more I would struggle the more excited he seemed, he would grope me shamelessly, tearing away at my underwear and would stop, then he would chuckle slyly, in the dim light he would be able to see the tell tale signs that he wasn’t the only one who was excited…

“…Shall I continue? Its gets graphic from here on.”

“Yes! Don’t you dare stop!”

“Alright”

“Menacingly he would push a thick finger into me, my eyes would widen and a moan would escape my throat, he would bring his lips to my ear and whisper how much of a slut I was and all that lovely dirtiness, I would shake my head in denial, ashamed and afraid of the way my body was reacting, and this would anger him greatly.

“He would push another finger in deeper, harsher, and withdraw them both, he would pull off my gag and growl at me, how could I lie when the proof was all over his hand he would say, bringing his fingers to my lips, ordering me to taste them, to taste myself, and then see if I was still able to deny the fact I was a slut.

“ Tears of shame would form and trickle down the sides of my checks as his fingers pass through my lips and i would force myself to taste them, he would withdraw them and take my jaw into his hand and lift my face up towards his, asking me if now I believed if I was a slut, my lips would quiver my gaze would fall and i would nod weakly

A smile would form on his face and he would chuckle he would replace the gag tightening it over my mouth, he would say it would keep me from the shame I would feel if someone in the house were to hear me moaning like a whore, which I would be doing soon….”