A fellow Redditor asked about the closest to I’ve had to my “rape adjacent” experience I had when I was 15. This is the roughest I’ve had since and happened in very early February this year. I hadn’t seen my Master for a bit and I was missing him so much. I was desperate for him and I believe he was desperate for me as well.

He picked me up at the university and we headed to his hotel. I was dressed normally, just my school clothes as he picks out my clothing when we are out together. It’s something I choose to give him because honestly, I’m often tired of thinking after school. It’s one of the things I try to get away from with him to lessen that pressure on me.

When we got to the room, I saw the clothes he had laid out for me and I changed into them. He had left me a halter top that barely covered my chest (at 19 now, I’m a 36C though I skirt close to a D cup) and a very short, tight denim mini skirt, along with a pair of 5” high heels. He said he had to quickly run out and I lit up, taking some deep drags from the cigarettes he had left out for me. I’m addicted now as he’s had me smoking when we play for quite a while, e-cigs day to day, but for play, it’s always real ones.

After about fifteen minutes, he came back in and smiled at me. It was almost a scary smile, a very hungry smile. Slipping into one of our roles, I yelled at him, asking why the fuck I had to wait around for him. Before I had barely gotten that out, he slapped me, stunning me as he pulled me up and shoved me hard into the wall, and told me that he was sick of my shit.