my coworker (also my classmate) n i started bonding recebtly n like we were playing a game today but i could barely focus cuz his stupid fucking hot sexy raspy voice of his kept distracting me n making feel some way ughhhh not another yt bot taking a spot in my brain
Thinking a lot lately about kidnapping someone from a concert. Grabbing them in a dark alley or hallway from the venue, whispering in their ear how good they did dressing up so slutty for me tonight as I finger the holes they ripped in their own fishnets to look fashionable at the show. Gripping their ass under their miniskirt with both hands and pulling the fishnet apart until it rips as they meekly let it happen out of fear. Pulling a knife and sliding it across their body, asking them if they like the bands here tonight as I use it to cut off their freshly exposed panties and top. Ignoring their muffled gasps when I pull the ruined clothing off their body and push them against the wall. Gently running the blade of the knife along their wet slit and gathering their mess on the metal before holding it in front of their face with one hand while the other grips the back of their head and forces them to look at it. Asking them if they’re enjoying this, and when they shake their head no in panic, telling them that the evidence is right in front of them. Ordering them to stick their tongue out and wiping the mess on the blade onto it as they start to cry in fear. After the knives cleaned of their mess and covered in their drool, pulling it down to their throat and holding it their as I finally slide into them from behind. Taking my time as I use their hole to get off, telling them how good they feel and how thankful I am they showed up to the concert tonight, that it’s been a while since I’ve had a concert slut to use. Filling them up with cum, watching it drip out of them onto the backs of their fishnet covered legs and the floor beneath them until they collapse onto their knees on the floor and I stand above them.
Talking down to the lifeless mess underneath me, telling them how good they were and how they’ll feel better when we get home. Asking them if they’re to move and ignoring them when say no, wrapping my arms around them and pulling them to their feet. Telling them not to worry about their outfit, that I’ll let them borrow this and pulling the oversized concert tee I bought for myself over them, long enough to cover even the hole I ripped in the ass of their fishnets. Guiding them out of the concert venue in their stupor, only stopping to pick up the panties I cut off them on the floor and pocketing them, walking them back to my car before they even remember they should be kicking and screaming to get away from me. Picking them and placing them in the trunk, telling them at its okay as they start to fall asleep, too tired from the concert and the panic and the adrenaline to do anything except fall unconscious in the back of my car. Taking the opportunity to use my knife to finish cutting off the rest of their fishnets, then gagging and tying them up in their sleep before I close the trunk over them and start driving us to their new home.
Nevermind bondage, I want to be pinned down with knives on the edges of my clothes and have holes cut for whatever parts of my body they want access to, make me look like a worn out doll since I’m yours to use anyway
