Golden Dawn Case #31:
Sabrina D.
“Is that too tight?”
“It’s fine, and FYI, a burglar doesn’t ask if he’s tying up his victim right.”
“Hey, I’m just making sure I don’t hurt you is all.”
That was just one of many exchanges between me and my boyfriend during our latest roleplay, one of way too many exchanges.
It had started out really good. Ethan had burst into our bedroom wearing a ski mask, a dark sweater, and black jeans that showed off his ass superbly. He even had some decent acting going on at first, but then once he actually got down to business, that tough and assertive character just broke apart. He slowed down his work and started checking with me about whether or not the ropes felt too tight, or if I was feeling okay. By the time I was tied up, I was also dried up.
I get why he acted like that. He’s so sweet, and it’s really endearing how he's so careful not to hurt me, but that was not the time to be sweet. He was supposed to be a burglar! Stopping in the middle of a home invasion to ask how the cinches feel is a really quick way to kill the mood.
I decided to give him another pointer. “Listen, you’re a good rigger. Just trust yourself and do what you think works. You’ll do fine.”
“I’m a good rigger because I always double-check with you,” he said. “That’s what works.”
“Sure,” I sighed. “But your character isn’t like that. You’ve gotta stay in character, babe.”
“I’m trying. It’s not that easy.”
“Sure, it is! You’re a burglar. Take charge, tie me up, threaten me a little bit, and then have your way with me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You do know that’s rape, right?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed again. “Yes, Ethan, I am familiar with the concept.”
“Okay,” he said defensively. “No need for the attitude.”
I should have apologized right away. My snarkiness wasn’t helping, but I just couldn’t help myself. That was some next-level mansplaining he was doing, and it had me feeling pretty frustrated. Not only was I frustrated, but I was honestly really disappointed. We’d been talking about doing this for nearly a month, and I was so excited going into it. You’d feel pretty let down too if you found out the hard way that the love of your life just wasn’t cut out for your favourite kink. In the end, we just abandoned that whole ‘burglar’ angle. At least the sex and the bondage were good, almost good enough to salvage that lousy evening.
I went to go brush my teeth after we were all done, and I found this letter on the vanity. It didn’t have a return address or anything, just a wax seal with an insignia stamp like they used to do long ago. The insignia looked like the sun, and when I opened the envelope, there was nothing inside but this reflective sheet of gold paper. I had no idea what it meant or how it got there. I just assumed it was some silly gesture from Ethan. I didn’t show him the letter or even bring it up until later though, and when I did, he had no idea what I was talking about. The damn letter disappeared, so I never even got a chance to show it to him. I wish I had, but we weren't talking much for the rest of that night.
I was still bummed about the roleplay, and I didn’t really want to talk about it. He would later tell me that degradation and non-consent roleplays were hard limits for him. They made him “feel like an abuser”. That was fair. He always respects my limits, so it was only right for me to respect his, but I wasn’t ready to concede that as we laid in bed that night. I still needed to sleep on it.
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YOU ARE SAFE
SPEAK YOUR LOVER’S NAME
AND IT WILL END
SPEAK YOUR LOVER’S NAME
AND IT WILL END
I don’t know how I heard that message because I didn’t really hear it. Still, those words were all so clear to me. It was like they’d been downloaded directly into my brain.
Those words woke me up, and I groggily rolled over on the bed. After a second or two, I noticed that something was different. Ethan was gone!
“Mn...Wha-- MMPH!”
A hand pressed down over my lips, and terror swept over me. I screamed into my attacker’s palm. I swear, my heartbeat tripled in speed instantaneously.
A low, menacing voice snarled at me from above. It sounded like a middle-aged man. “Don’t you fucking dare scream. Do exactly as I say, and no one will get hurt. Understand?”
“Mmn,” I whimpered. That was all I could manage to say. My adrenaline-charged mind was way too flustered to even consider the proper course of action.
“I said, do you understand,” he repeated!
“Mn! Yhhf!” I nodded my head as best I could and raised my hands to show that I had surrendered. I was running on nothing but instinct and emotion, the strongest of which was fear.
“Smart gal,” he snickered. “Now, roll over!”
He took his hand off of my mouth and shoved me sideways. He was so strong and forceful that I involuntarily gasped as I was rolled onto my belly. I still didn’t scream though. It was dark in the room, and I couldn’t see if he was carrying a weapon or not. One way or another, he was a whole lot stronger than me, and all I had on me was my pink nightwear. I was no match for him, and so I pressed myself down into the mattress and just hoped that he wouldn’t hurt me.
And that’s when I heard the duct tape.
Fear gripped me as I heard that telltale ripping sound behind me. My heart jumped into my throat, and goosebumps formed all over my skin. I must have frozen up because I didn’t resist at all when he pulled my hands behind my back.
He actually started at my elbows, which pressed together easily as he tightly wound the tape around them. With each pass, he wound the tape further down my forearms. However, he stopped before getting to my wrists and said, “Don’t fucking move.”
There was a pause. I heard him stepping away and flinched when the lights were turned on without warning. I could hear him rummaging through something, and then he was back. “Put your hands together, now!”
I complied without a word, and I soon felt a soft fabric stretching over my hands, enveloping them. He’d put a sock over my hands! This guy wasn’t messing around. He finished wrapping up my arms, stopping at my wrists. I was well and truly stuck at that point. The sock prevented me from handling anything with my hands, and his tape had partially wrapped over the sock, so there was no way I could get it off my hands!
I’ll admit that I got a bit turned on at that point. It was involuntary. Tied hands mean wet Sabrina. It’s just automatic, even at times like this apparently. I silently cursed myself for being such a hopeless sub and tried to calm myself, but my captor grabbed me and forcefully pulled me up on my knees before I could calm down.
“Sit,” he commanded.
I sat still and allowed him to wrap my arms to my torso. He wound the tape around my waist, below my breasts, and above them too. That just got me more riled up, and I hated that. I heard him say, “Get on the edge of the bed,” and so I did.
For the first time, I was able to get a good look at my captor. The first thing I noticed was his black ski mask. It covered his face entirely, leaving nothing but his tight lips and his brown eyes visible. He wore a grey wool sweater with long sleeves and long black pants. He wasn’t wearing gloves though. In fact, I could this gold ring on his finger that had a sun on it. His outfit covered him up quite well, but it was still kind of revealing. I could see the shape of his big arms and his wide chest through the stretchy fabric. The same went for his perky ass. It was just as I’d feared. I was being robbed!
I took a long, shaky breath and said, “What have you done with Eth--"
“Shut up,” he snapped. “I’m the one asking questions here. You’re gonna tell me where you keep the valuables, or else!”
I shook my head. “Please, we don’t have anything valuable here!”
He reached behind his back and pulled out a giant knife. “Like hell you don’t!”
“THE TV,” I cried. “MMPH!”
He pressed his hand over my lips. He pressed hard enough to send me falling back into the mattress. It was there that I cowered beneath him, staring up at those intense eyes. I hated myself right then because, despite everything, I was wet. I was wet, and I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re gonna answer my questions, and you're going to it quietly,” he growled. “Now, where’s the good stuff?”
He pulled his hand off of my mouth, and I swallowed hard. “Take, the TV,” I said slowly. “The Xbox is worth something too!”
“Bitch, do I look like I want your damn TV,” he asked?
I was confused. Thieves always took the TV, didn’t they? He leaned in and said, “Where’s your jewelry?”
This was bad. Most of my jewelry had come from boutiques at the mall. The most expensive necklace I had was only worth forty-five bucks! I knew that the burglar wouldn’t be satisfied with that answer, so I just motioned to the dresser. “It’s all over there.”
He pulled away and started rummaging through my stuff. I was relieved to not have him all up in my face, but I knew that he’d come back for me when he didn’t find anything good. My mind raced and I thought hard about what I had that could appease this psycho. Unfortunately, he could search faster than I could think.
“This is seriously it?!” He sounded furious. He spun around and threw one of my bracelets against the wall, where it bent from the force. “Are you kidding me?!”
“I’m not,” I whimpered. “Please, just take my purse and let me go. We don’t have anything valuable here!”
I was desperate to get out. I was scared, I was excited, and I wanted out. I would have told him anything. I hoped that he could see that, that he would take pity on me and leave, but that just wasn’t meant to be. Even with his mask on, I could see the predatory glare in his eyes as he loomed over me and brandished his knife. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong.”
He pointed to my chest using his knife. “You see those?”
I looked down and immediately started to blush at what I saw. My nipples were bulging through my clothes, leaving a clear outline.
“Someone’s enjoying herself…”
“No, I’m not,” I cried. I struggled to escape, but that didn’t help at all. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more helpless and embarrassed in my whole life. “Just please let me go!”
I flinched and made a little scream as his hand shot at my breasts. He squeezed my boob and held it up while he ran his knife below it. The blade tore through the fabric of my nightwear, carving the chest open and exposing my breasts.
“If there’s nothing worth stealing, then I’m just going to have to make this worth my while some other way…”
I panicked. “HELP! ETHAN!”
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“What?”
That was Ethan’s voice! I was back in bed. No lights, no cuts in my shirt, no burglar. I was panting, and I heard Ethan starting to get worried.
“What is it,” he asked? “What’s wrong?”
“I…”
I calmed down the instant I realized that it had all been a dream. That’s actually a bit of an understatement. I was so damn relieved to find out that I was safe. None of it was real! But there was still something that didn’t sit right with me. I remembered that weird message from the start of my dream. It told me that it would end if I spoke the name of my lover, and that’s exactly what happened. I typically have unusual and nonsensical dreams, but that, that was something else. It was so strange that I didn’t even know what to tell my boyfriend, so I just didn’t.
“I had a nightmare.”
He kissed me tenderly and asked if I was okay. Such a sweetie. I told him that I was feeling a lot better, and it wasn’t long before he was sound asleep again. I laid in bed wide awake for the longest time. The dream was like a fantasy of mine, the same one that I had tried to act out with Ethan; and his name… it was kind of like a safeword!
“You are safe.” I quietly repeated the message to myself. “Could it be?”
I had a theory, and it was crazy, but I knew exactly how to test it. I closed my eyes, sank into my pillows, and went back to sleep.
