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My darkness gets harder and harder to stifle. It craves to be released from the confines of my
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Age: 38, Weight: 139 lbs.
Location: North Carolina
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My darkness gets harder and harder to stifle. It craves to be released from the confines of my secretly twisted mind, and the struggle is as real as my existence on this Earth. The vanilla-ness of my life is not enough, nor will it ever be enough. That is a hard thing to admit because I am happily married and very much in love with my husband. However, the thoughts that float through my mind only get more vivid and more frequent. The need for release only intensifies, and at times I feel like I'm on the brink of losing control. My husband cannot give me that darkness terrifies him and it's easier for him to ignore it than to acknowledge it. So, here I am...a tortured soul looking for others who can relate.


I crave the one that will truly own me...body, soul, heart, and mind...the one who knows how to dominate me without ever laying one finger on me because my urge to please him is so intense...the one who makes me wet when he says "Good girl" when I've done something He desires. I long for the one who is gentle and nurturing, but greedy and firm...someone who is understanding and patient but commands honesty and open communication. I need someone who truly wants to know me...even better than I know myself. He is out there, and my life will never be complete without Him in it.


At this time, I only seek online correspondence and interaction. I'm here to make friends and to explore various kinks and interests. I am not into picture sharing, or sharing cams, and things of that nature. Those things are reserved for when I get to know you and establish a rapport. It should come naturally...I should WANT to give you those things without you asking for them.So, if all of that is a necessity for you to talk to me, then move on to the next profile.


In addition, I am a bit of a grammar Nazi, so please keep that in mind if you choose to send me a message. I value intelligence above all else, and welcome intellectual conversation anytime. And I do thoroughly enjoy discussing fantasies and various scenarios, especially if it involves kidnapping and things of that nature.


If there is anything else you'd like to know, feel free to reach out to me. I look forward to making new friends. Have an amazing day!

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12/10/2017 11:33:24 AM



The first thing I remember when I came to was the pain ripping through my head in the form of the worst migraine I have ever experienced. It was so strong and painful that it made me sick to my stomach and I had to stifle the bitter taste of bile rising to the back of my throat. I knew I had to get up and take something or it was going to be a long miserable day, so I threw my legs over the side of the bed and forced myself into a sitting position before attempting to open my eyes. I massaged my temples, resting my elbows on my knees and tried to take slow deep breaths, breathing in through my nose and out of my mouth. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes slowly. My vision was blurry and distorted and the light in my room was blinding. I closed them tightly, rubbed my eyes and reopened them. It was at that point I realized something wasn’t right.

Where in the hell am I?

Panic began to flutter in my empty stomach and I felt the bitter taste in the back of my throat again. I stood up quickly and rushed towards the door in the corner of the room, but something caught my ankle just as I got a few feet from the bed and I hit the floor with a thud. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I vomited until all of the contents of my stomach were emptied onto the beige carpet beneath me. I wiped my mouth and rolled over onto my back to catch my breath. Then, I reached for my ankle and found a leather restraint secured snugly around it and it was chained to the leg of the bed. I frantically started pulling on the chain, but to no avail. I crawled over to the leg and realized that the bed legs were bolted to the floor.

"What the fuck?" I say aloud in disbelief.

I began screaming bloody murder, yelling for someone to help me. I yanked and pulled on my restraints, frantically trying to release myself but only managed to drain what little bit of strength I had left. Completely exhausted, my throat burning, and crying now, I pulled myself back onto the bed, curled into a trembling ball and tried to remember anything that might help me figure out what was going on.



I watched her via the cameras that I had installed in her room as she laid there sleeping. She looked so peaceful and relaxed, which was welcomed after the ordeal we had both just gone through. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her in any way, but I should’ve known that things weren’t going to go as smoothly as I had hoped for.

I met Josselyn Stamos almost a year ago when my partner and I responded to a burglary in progress call. When we got there, we found her barricaded in her room, phone in one hand, handgun in the other. My first thought was how beautiful she was. Her wheat blonde hair fell messily just past her shoulders, her skin lightly tanned. She had on a white racer back tank and baby blue pajama bottoms that sat low on her hips. She was standing barefooted, clearly distraught, trembling and crying uncontrollably. I immediately felt the need to comfort and protect her.

I approached her slowly, hands in the air, my voice low and calm. As I reached her, she dropped the phone and gun and collapsed in my arms, clenching to me with a vice-like grip. I ran my hands gently down her silky hair, reassuring her that she was safe. Her burglar had been long gone by the time we were able to reach her countryside home. Emergency response time to that area was extremely slow due to the winding roads and remote location, but she had done well in protecting herself. She had managed to fire several shots at the intruder before locking herself in her bedroom, then calling 911. It was clear that she was a tough woman who could take care of herself.

The medics came in and peeled her off of me so they could check her out and I walked out to join the rest of the circus that had accumulated in her front yard. When my shift ended and I went home, Josselyn Ramos was all I could think about. I wondered what she was thinking, how she was feeling, what she was doing and wearing, and my thoughts went on and on. Before I knew it, I found myself driving by her home at odd hours of the day, following her to work, to the gym, to the doctor among other places that she frequented.

Months passed and I knew everything about her life and I was fine just lurking in the shadows, watching her from a distance until she met David Lassiter at a local night club a few weeks ago. They hit it off immediately and began dating. Seeing them together, touching, kissing and carrying on drove me to the point of no return. I cannot tell you the rage that was burning at my very core. I had to do something and I had to do it quickly. David Lassiter was a prick who would only break Josselyn’s heart in the end. It was up to me to save her from that heartbreak. I had to take her. That was the only plausible solution in my mind. I knew she would be defiant at first, confused and quick to jump at any chance of escape, but eventually she would come to realize how much I cared for her and know that I only want what’s best for her. I was confident she would submit when that realization sank in.


Lassiter left on a business trip yesterday afternoon and Josselyn went down to see him off. While she was away, I used her hide-a-key and let myself in. I quickly acquainted myself with the layout, then went upstairs to her bedroom where I packed her some clothes, shoes, cosmetics, bath supplies and a few other things that she would need. Then, I waited. The sun had just started to set when she arrived home. It seemed as though I had been waiting for her for days. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. I was terrified. I knew her natural response would be to fight back, so I hid the handgun that she had used when her house was burglarized (for my protection, of course), cut the phone lines, and had chloroform readily available to help subdue her quickly if I needed to. The less she struggled, the least likely she was to hurt me or worse, herself.

She came into the room and went straight to the bathroom, turning on the hot water to the shower. She took down her hair and shook the long wheat blonde curls loose and began unbuttoning her blouse. My pulse quickened. She slipped off her heels, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. At that point, I had to force myself to steady my breathing. She was so beautiful in every aspect of the word. Her alabaster skin so smooth and silky, her shoulders lightly peppered with freckles. Those pouty pink lips could make you do anything she desired and her deep blue eyes were honest and alluring. And those curves, so delicate and deliberate. God had no doubt spent a lot of time on forming this earth angel, because she was nothing less than a fine work of art.

She slipped off her lacy white bra and matching thongs and stepped into the steaming hot shower. I then eased out of my hiding spot and made my way down to the basement where her laundry room and panel box was. I gave her a few minutes to enjoy her shower before throwing the switch, cutting off electricity to the entire house. I pulled on a ski mask and I crouched down by the stairs in the dark, waiting for her to come down to flip the switch.

It wasn’t long before the basement door opened and a flash light lit the stairway. I could hear her cursing under her breath as she made her way slowly down to the bottom. A towel was wrapped firmly around her body, her hair still dripping water. When she spotted the panel box with her flash light, she strode over to it and as she opened the door I eased out of my hiding spot towards her, but as I did, a mop fell behind me. She quickly turned around, shining her light directly in my face, momentarily blinding me. She screamed and charged me, pushing me backwards. Needless to say, I wasn’t ready for that reaction and I lost my footing, falling flat against the wall.

She was quickly hauling ass up the stairway, the flashlight beam bouncing erratically up the steps. I quickly got to my feet and followed suit. I caught up to her just as she reached the top step. I lunged at her and was able to make contact, hand to ankle. She went down, but she was kicking, clawing and screaming and when her foot made contact with my mouth, I was done trying to be nice and easy. I snatched her ankle with so much force that her small frame was quickly brought underneath my body, her towel snatched away leaving her back and ass exposed to me. I grabbed her left wrist, pulled her arm firmly behind her back and then raised it up as far as it would go. She squealed in pain This was a tactic I used in policing in order to gain compliance. It worked like a charm because she began beating on the floor with her right hand as a sign of submission. Her fighting ceased but she held her body rigid, and begged me not to hurt her….pleading with me to take anything I wanted, and I planned to do just that.

I leaned down and whispered, "Now, if you promise me you'll be a good girl and do as I say, I will release the tension on your arm. Do we have a deal?"

"Please," she whimpered.

I pushed her arm up further, and she tried to move with it but the weight of my body on top of hers didn't give her the relief she wanted and she screamed out.

"OKAY...OKAY! I'll be good! I promise I'll be good!"

I released her arm and I felt her body relax slightly underneath me. 

"Good girl."

I sat up, straddling her nice, firm ass, looking for something I could tie her wrists together with as I'd lost my handcuffs at some point in our struggle. I spotted a phone line on the wall next to us and snatched it out of the wall.

"Put your hands behind your back."

She let out another plea.

"I said put your hands behind your back Josselyn. Do not make me repeat myself again," I said sternly.

She complied, but just as I was about to wrap the phone line around her wrists, she panicked and began to scream at me again and I realized that she wasn’t going to go quietly. I then took the chloroform and a cloth out of my jacket pocket, soaked the cloth with the chemical and then covered her mouth and nose with it. She struggled hard beneath me, trying to turn her head away, her arms flailing around wildly, but her fate was inevitable. She was completely and utterly at my mercy. I must admit, the power and the control I had over her at that point was the needle in my vein. Josselyn Stamos was my addiction and now, I had an unlimited supply of her.  Within a few minutes, her body went limp beneath me. Josselyn was now mine.

Before leaving her house, I put her into a simple knee length, spaghetti strapped black night gown, retying her hands as well as her ankles this time, then carried her down to my truck and laid her across the back seat. Once we arrived at my house, I carried her to her new bed and secured her ankle to the post as an extra precaution. I hadn’t been prepared to deal with the side effects of the chloroform. When Josselyn woke up, she was really sick. I wanted to rush to her side, but I felt it was better to give her a chance to adjust before I made my presence known to her.



I laid there for what seemed like hours sorting through the distorted images in my brain when reality struck me like a blow to the stomach. The last thing I remember was being in the shower and the lights going out. Then I remembered a man tackling me and a weird smelling cloth coming down over my nose and mouth. I could feel the panic filling me again.

What does he want? Why am I here?

Just then my thoughts were interrupted by someone fumbling at the door. I sat up, tense and trembling. The door swung open and in walked a mountain of a man. He had to be 6 foot 2, his shoulders wide and broad. His hair was chestnut brown, his eyes a dark and mysterious. He smiled as he walked in, a tray of food in his grasp. I instinctively backed myself against the wall that my bed was on, trying to put as much distance as I possibly could between us. The food smelled delectable and my stomach growled and churned.

“Good morning Josselyn. How’re you feeling?” he asked after he looked down at the pile of vomit in the floor. “I thought you might need to get something on your stomach. This should help with the nausea and the headache that I know you must have.”

He smiled again as he set the tray down on the table next to my bed. He held out two pills and a glass of water to me. I looked at his hand as if it was a venomous snake.

“It’s okay. It’s just Advil,” he reassured.

The pain in my head was so excruciating that I could barely form a thought of any kind. I was desperate for something to take the pain away, but I was even more desperate to maintain a safe distance from this monster. He must’ve sensed my reluctance, because he didn’t push it.  

“I’ll just set it right here on the nightstand so that you can take it when you want. I brought you some food as well.”

He paused for a minute as if contemplating something.

“Josselyn, I would really like it if you would come and sit over here by me so that we could chat for a bit, while you eat,” he said as he patted the bed next to him as he sat down. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

He must’ve sensed my hesitation, because he grabbed the tray and started to head out the room.

“Maybe you’re not ready to talk.”

My stomach clenched at the thought of him walking away with the food. I was famished.

 “NO! I want to talk,” I quickly blurted out, sounding way more desperate than I’d intended.

I slowly slid to the edge of the bed and looked at him, all but begging him to bring back the plate of food. He stopped just shy of the door, turned and came back over, sitting next to me, handing over the tray of food. There was mixed fruit, cheese, crackers and water. He had even put a freshly picked rose on the plate, which I found unsettling. This was not the way a captor would treat a prisoner. This made me curious as to what his motives were.

“So I’m sure you have a million questions playing in your mind. You can ask me anything you’d like,” he said, still smiling.

He was so well composed given the situation, like we were just two people sharing a nice conversation.

“Who are you?” My voice came out hoarse and weak and I instinctively cleared my throat.

“My name is Braiden,” he replied.

He offered nothing more.

“Where are we?”


I almost choked on my cracker. I didn’t exactly know what it meant yet, but I knew I didn’t like the sound of it. I quickly opened the bottle of water and drank a few sips, trying my best to keep calm. A few extremely awkward moments passed by before anything else was said. I sat there quietly, nibbling at the food. I could feel his eyes on me and I felt so uncomfortable that I wished I could disappear. I could feel the panic building and it was getting harder and harder to swallow my food because I was holding back the tears. My throat was raw and felt as though it were closing, cutting off my air supply. The silence, the tension and his close proximity finally pushed me over the edge.

“What do you want? Why am I here? Is it money…is that what you want? If that’s what it is, I can give that to you. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to keep me here and you don’t have to hurt me. Please don’t hurt me…just let me go. Please! Just let me go!” I was crying uncontrollably now, my body turned to him, pleading.

I watched as his demeanor changed. He was no longer smiling and relaxed as he stared at me He looked strained and his eyes turned dark and probing.

“Hurt you? After all I’ve done for you Josselyn… think I want to hurt you?”

He was obviously offended and seemingly hurt and when I tried to interrupt him to apologize, his hand came up quickly, covering my mouth as he pushed me hard to the bed, pinning me there.

“Enough! I don’t want your damn money, Josselyn, and you’re not ready to hear what I do want. I don’t want to hurt you. If you just do as I say, everything will be fine. Do you understand?”

I was so confused and had no idea what to say or do so I just gave a quick nod.

“Good girl,” he said uncovering my mouth.

He returned to the sitting position he’d been in before he jumped on me.  I was too petrified to move or talk. I tried so hard to fight back the tears, but it was hopeless. My breathing was shallow and my throat was on fire. After a few minutes, he got up, grabbed the tray and walked out of the room without another word. I heard the door slam and the locks click behind him. Before too long, the tears that had been silently slipping down my cheek turned into uncontrollable, body-racking wails. I allowed myself the release and after a few minutes, the tears stopped and my screams faded to hoarse pleas to God that dissipated into the thin air. I turned onto my side, pulled my knees in tightly to my chest and gave into the sleep that I so desperately needed. I knew I would need all of the strength and energy I could call upon, because I was going to get the hell out of here or die trying.









I’m not sure how I thought this would go, but I know it’s not the way I was hoping it would go. I had expected Josselyn to lash out at me…claw, scratch, bite and physically fight me if I got too close and I had prepared myself to deal with that, but she did none of those things. She was scared, frail and docile. Perhaps it was the after effects of the chloroform. I realize this is only day one and that it will take time, possibly months, for her to come around to my way of thinking but that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m a lot of things, but patient is not one of them.

I sat down in front of the television monitors in my room and watched her. It was hard to see her so distressed just a short while ago, but now she looks to be sleeping peacefully. I know she must be exhausted from this crazy day because I sure am. I get up and make my way to the bed, stripping down before climbing between the silk sheets. As my eyes close, my mind wanders back to the moment I captured her and then to the moment I silenced her in her room. I can still feel her quivering lips pressed firmly to the palm of my hand and her small frame shivering and taut beneath the weight of my own body. I can see her light blonde hair splayed across her pillow and the fear and worry etched in her eyes and furrowed brows. Thinking back, it would’ve been easy to lose control, rip her panties off and take her hard and vigorously. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. She’s special and because of that, she’s worth the time and effort. Besides, I plan to make her want me so badly that she’ll be begging me to take her.

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