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I am an explorer in the further regions of experience.

I am an unusual Dom in that I ultimately get off on getting the sub off, so my credo is - - Whatever you want. All limits respected.

My experiences range from sensual bondage make out sessions to extreme home invasion fantasy role-play. My personal favorites tend to lean a bit more to The Darkside - - bondage, humiliation, torture, forced orgasms, erotic photography... but I have a softer, more sensual side as well.

Im also interested in just making friends or hanging out. Finding someone to share a moment in time and space with.

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3/30/2023 7:24:11 AM

It's been awhile since I have been on here.

Looking around to see who is still here.

Still looking for adventures.


10/28/2012 4:59:55 PM

 

NIGHT DEMON 2008 - 2012 - 2012


What can I say? I couldn't stay away.


9/6/2012 1:38:06 PM

NIGHT DEMON 2008 - 2012

I'm not going to delete or deactivate my account because I get a stray compliment here and there from people who enjoy my journal entries.

Collarme has been an odd experience. I think that it is overall the best of the sites out there, but oddly enough I have only had one encounter come from using it. True, it was an amazing encounter with a beautiful young woman, but I had equal success with the more mainstream Craigslist (yes, I actually contacted a real person on Craigslist and not a bot) and POF.

I’m going to take some time off from the site. If anyone does want to contact me I’ll be notified at my regular email.

I wish everyone out there success in finding what they are looking for.

- Night Demon, September 6, 2012

 

 


4/27/2012 4:02:34 AM

2010: The Year We Make Contact

Let me finally finish up my exploits for 2010.

My last encounter of the year was with the youngest woman I have ever been with (twenty) and one of the most beautiful - - an evening of bondage and homemade brownies which she had baked. There was some ultra light torture, face slapping, binding her with leather straps and some knife play.

About the knife play.

I had predominantly used a smaller knife that I had used in other encounters. Threatening the young woman with it. Holding it to her throat. Tracing it down her body to between her breasts and slicing off the black satin bra. I then took her and cuffed her with her hands over her head, attached to a large O-ring on a strap attached to the bathroom door. A piece of red duct tape covered her mouth and a spreader bar was attached to her ankles, her legs spread wide. Topless, black panties, black stockings and black pumps.

Very nice.

I took out a new knife to threaten her with. It was a Harbor Freight special. From the Harbor Freight webpage:

Description: If you spend any time in the wilderness, you'll want this combined hunting knife and survival knife in one at your side. Skin game or build a shelter using the precision sharpened 8" stainless steel blade with a saw back. The survival kit stashed in the storage handle includes a built-in compass, sewing kit, safety pins, buttons, fishing line with hook and 6 matches with paper. Comes with a lanyard and knife sheath.

8" precision sharpened stainless steel blade

Survival kit stores in accessible handle

Includes lanyard and knife sheath

Blade length: 8"

Blade material: Stainless steel

Handle material:Aluminum

Overall length: 14"

Shipping Weight: 1.30 lb.

It's just a really big, stainless steel, threatening, Rambo knife to play with.

So I run the blade down her body and bring it to her hip. I slide the blade under the panty material and pull it towards me but it doesn't slice through the material. The material just stretched along with the blade. I apply more pressure and then the blade whizzes through the material and into the base of my thumb on my other hand. The blood starts pouring out. Luckily with the motel room set up I am right beside a sink. I clean the wound. It is deep and the blood just keeps pouring out. Of course, in the mean time this poor girl is just helpless, bound to a door with her panties half cut off.

It was quite comical in retrospect.

I finally just put a wad of toilet paper over the wound and covered it with duct tape (which I had plenty of) making an industrial strength bandage. I release the young woman from her bondage and laugh at the situation. She tells me that she first thought that the blood was hers. When she realized it wasn't, the kinky little girl said, "I wished you had put some on me."

LOL!

When we first started communicating she found my Night Demon persona and contact info of demonnightdemon666 to be too Satanic sounding. I assured her I was no Satanist. It would have been hysterical if I had drawn a pentagram in blood on her chest while she was utterly helpless.

We finished up the evening with me getting to do some pretty nice shibari rope work. Unfortunately the batteries in my camera died. Oh. I failed to mention that she let me photograph her throughout the evening.

Spectacular.

I was thinking the other day and actually the majority of the women I have been with have allowed me to photograph them and one even lets me post and share the pictures as long as they don't reveal her identifying tattoo. Even the one I didn't get to photograph (the best kinky/bondage sex of my life - - her with her arms bound behind her back, thick collar on, blind folded and ball gagged, the clover nipple clamps swaying as she road me to climax - - my first encounter of 2010 - - let me "friend" her on Facebook for a year, so I at least got her profile pics. I was eventually unfriended, probably due to her friends inquiring "Who's that creepy masked guy you're friends with?"

We finished off the evening with her homemade brownies and then she left.

She was the only playmate I ever had where I didn't learn her identity. I have always learned the names and addresses of all of the women I have ever played with and none of them have ever learned my identity. It was very strange, not knowing, although...

Full disclosure. When I first had her tied up on the bed - - tightly bound, ball gagged and blindfolded - - I did go through her purse looking for identification. Her purse was almost completely empty except for her car keys. I did contemplate leaving the motel room and finding her car to see if her ID was in it, but all I could picture was me locking myself out of the room and having to get a manager to open the door were he would see a scantily clad young woman, bound and helpless on a bed.

It did actually get me to thinking about checking ID's in that I had thought that the young woman was actually 21. I used to only search for women 21 and up on collarme. I'm not a drinker but if we wanted to meet in a bar the woman is going to need to be of legal age. I believe that she initially contacted me so I guess I didn't notice that on her profile that she was just twenty. I'll have to start having them show ID at the door.

So 2010 was amazing - - great bondage sex, a home invasion with multi-hour struggling, breath play and a bath tub drowning and a bondage and brownie photo shoot. The following year would be the polar opposite - - a year of blown opportunities and near misses.

 
 


6/28/2011 12:54:53 PM

The Home Invasion Blues

Sigh. No Home Invasion action for a looooong time. Since last November!

I did have a wonderful hotel encounter before Christmas with a beautiful young woman. I jokingly suggested making T-shirt that would have been called The Bondage, Booze and Brownies Tour (she made me brownies)! She also let me take pictures of her (for my own personal use). It was a truly, amazing, early, Christmas present.

I had actually become pretty disillusioned about this whole alternative lifestyle (though, really, it’s with all of reality) when I got in touch with a young woman who wanted an ultra realistic invasion / force fantasy - - left in a sobbing heap, all holes used.

Nice.

I found her address and drove the 150 mile round trip for preliminary reconnaissance on her home. We couldn’t work out the details on the first date she was available. I then started to experience some car problems. My joke was I didn’t want to have to wait for a tow truck after I had brutally violated her. After a month of repairs and nearly three grand (God, I wish you could just buy a car with a credit card) I was ready to roll. Unfortunately the young lady had deleted her profiles on cm and FL, emails sent were undeliverable and I got no response from her on Yahoo IM.

Ugh.

I was actually so desperate for contact that I joined ALT for a month… or so I thought. Like magazine subscriptions they have your account set to automatically renew. UNLIKE magazine subscriptions, they don’t tell you this when you join. I caught it just in time. You have to go into your account and uncheck the renew box. Very shady practice.

It was essentially what I once said to a person on ALT’s instant messenger - - I don’t want to pay twenty bucks a month to be ignored. I can be ignored for free on other sites. Which I was for the most part (ignored that is). It was fun being able to check out the profiles and I might sign up again in a couple of months. I did make contact with the incredible milf_teaz_tiff, whose force/abduction fantasy “Cheer Practice Nightmare” is spectacular. She posts it on the “brutal online rape fantasies” group. She’s within driving distance and we’ve communicated via regular email so I’m delusional enough to think that one day we might have an encounter. 


1/2/2011 2:53:17 PM

A Mixed Bag

For my most recent home invasion encounter I drove all the way to Chicago to assist a woman in some Fear Play and Breath Play. On my part, I considered the liaison a complete failure, but we did have a lot of fun.

My “victim” had some very specific fetishes (in addition to the fear and breath play she liked biting, didn’t like being “dominated” and wasn’t interested in sex.

I thought that the encounter would be a short one, because, really, how much threatening and choking can you do? It turned out to be my longest (almost four hours) and most physically demanding encounter ever.

For the fear aspect I really wanted to freak her out - - playing on the trust we had established over an amazingly short period of time. It turns out I’m just not that good an actor.

This was going to be an early morning home invasion (when her significant other was at work) so I drove to Chicago the night before, got a hotel room and checked out the following morning and drove to her home.

The key to her home was under a glass ashtray as she had shown me - - I often ask my victims to send me photos of the interior layout of their homes - - this one posted a video for me online! I left my bag of toys in my van and entered “light” with just a pair of handcuffs, a roll of duct tape and my knife. I pulled my mask on and discovered that I didn’t need the key because the door had been left unlocked.

I entered her room and looked at the figure on the mattress on the floor. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was her. The figure was completely covered with blanks and there was only a small bit of skin exposed by the face. It could have been her boyfriend for all I knew. I then saw a tuft of the red hair I had seen in pictures she sent me. I watched her for quite awhile, almost ten minutes. I thought she might have heard me but she never let on if she did. My heart pounded in anticipation as I watched and I finally ripped the covers off her and announced, “Good morning!” She was clad in black biker shorts and a sports bra. She was wearing ear buds and indeed hadn’t heard me. I slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and put handcuffs on her. I wrapped her ankles and knees with duct tape and then reinforced the handcuffs with duct tape since she had picked the lock on the cuffs. She was weirdly playful and through massive jaw movement she was able to get the duct tape off her mouth. I put a large piece on which she also got off. I finally got all Clockwork Orange on her ass and wrapped the duct tape all the way around her head.

I left her in an awkward position, hanging over the side of the mattress and I went back to my van to get the rest of my “equipment”. When I returned a minute or two later… she was gone!

“Oh... She’s good,” I muttered.

I opened up the closet in her room. Not there. I went through the small house, checking all the closets. Nada. I went back to the kitchen to see if a door led to the basement - - just a pantry. I walked back to the living room and exclaimed,

“Well, I GUESS that was worth the drive.”

I went back to a room I had looked in which was an office. It was much deeper than I thought and full of boxes. She was standing as far back as she could get. She had hopped away and was just standing there. I hopped her back to her room.

She was an awesome struggler, but she was definitely there for fun. Smiling and taunting me. I put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and removed the handcuffs which she was complaining about through her gag. I locked all of the cuffs together so that she was in a hogtie but she proceed to twist and turn and get out of THEM. I unclipped them since they were useless on her and just held her down as she struggled beneath me.

I then pulled my knife and held it to her throat. This was awesome. She totally froze with fear and I could actually feel her heart racing.

Nice.

I had her put on a black bra and panties I had brought (she had requested that I didn’t destroy her meager collection of clothing). I also took the time to carefully remove the duct tape from her hair. It was probably the only time (particularly with a home invasion) where the play date actually felt like an adult version of a child’s play time. We’d take time outs. Resume. We would alternate between her struggling with me and the knife play. What was great about the knife play was that every single time I produced the knife her body would tense up and her heart would race. A total turn on.

At one point she was biting my arm in attempt to get away. I totally sank my teeth into her shoulder. Between the small scratches from the knife play and my biting her, her upper torso was a mess (but all marks e were able to be hidden by a T-shirt (as specified).

I also want to commend my plaything for taking safety precautions. She actually contacted a woman I played with before (and apparently gave me a glowing recommendation) and she had also arranged for someone to call her during the play session. She even had various pre-arranged code phrases - - “I’m fine” - - meant call the police.

I had cut off the black bra I had provided during knife play and had her change into white panties and a white wife beater for our next bit of fun. Some drowning breath play. I had her go to the bathroom at knife point and draw a bath. I took off my shoes and socks and stripped down to my underwear. My mask had remained on all this time.

I had her get in the tub and I straddled her, standing above her. I bent down and pressed her down until her head was under the water. She would keep her eyes open under water so she could see me and it was great seeing the fear in them when she would start to struggle for air. We did this for a bit and then I pulled her up, took off my mask and started to make out with her. We showered together, dried off, got dressed and then played some MORE! More struggling, more knife play, more breath play with my leather-gloved hand covering her mouth and nose (there had been some early pillow suffocating as well). Her athletic body struggling against mine. Finding the precise way to choke her out right before she passes out. Fantastic!

I never dreamed that an encounter with so many limits - - no sex, no domination, has to have her underwear on at all times, major focus being just fear and breath play - - would be so much fun. And long! As I said, I thought, “How long can you scare and choke somebody?” It turns out for almost four hours! And what a work out. Her abs were hurting her from the struggle and my legs were shot from wrapping them around her legs and keeping them from thrashing and kicking.

When I left I could barely walk to my car. The six hour journey home took me over ten hours because I would need to stop every hour and ice up my legs (one of them wasn’t really working at all). By the time I got home I was able to hobble out of my van, and amazingly by the next day I was able to walk.

It was a great adventure but I wished I didn’t have to drive so far to play.

Turns out I would get my wish.

- Night Demon

 


12/4/2010 10:47:33 AM

A Willing Victim

 

After less than three months I had my second encounter of the year. I’m always amazed that these encounters take place at all. This was one of the quickest set up, and via craigslist no less.


I am grateful that the women I have encounters with are so trusting, and I am a person that can be trusted, but I am always amazed at how little it takes to gain that trust. My most recent “victim” asked, “Are you a psycho craigslist killer?”

“No,” I responded.

And that was enough.

This encounter turned out to be what I had lamented that my last encounter should have been.

We were meeting at a hotel and the young lady wanted to “try out some BDSM”. Since it wasn’t an ambush situation I could put wrist and ankle cuffs on her and tie her up in more intricate positions.

I do like the thrill of the struggle and the resistance, but this young woman was simply spectacular. I dressed her up in black lingerie and pumps that I had purchased for her. Though tall and athletic she had the persona of a frightened rabbit which was very exhilarating. I whispered my commands to her, which she followed diligently. I inserted a ball-gag, put a large leather blindfold on her, put her in a hogtie and began to play with her flesh, manhandling and biting at it.

I was able to use the over the door ring strap that I had built for my last encounter. I removed the blindfold and her bra and then cuffed her wrists to the ring over her head. Her perfect breasts were now at my mercy.

The big surprise was what a wonderful pain slut she turned out to be.
I flogged her breasts until they glowed red and then I applied a zipper to her chest along the sides of her breasts. A zipper is a series of clothespins threaded together with twine that are merciless ripped off simultaneously. I actually had an amusing problem with the application of the clothespins. The woman was so young and firm that some of the clothespins would not stay pinned to her taut flesh. Most of the times her eyes were closed, apparently in some sort of subspace. I of course order her to open her eyes when I tore the zipper off. She held my gaze but there was very little reaction to the pain. I was able to push her further than any of the “victims” from my previous encounters. I was also relieve that the thwack of the flogger wasn’t as loud as I thought it would be. It could probably still be heard in the hallway and in the rooms next door… but I didn’t care.

The young woman was also very flexible. She was the first person whose elbows I ever tied together. I then tied her wrists together and pulled the line up to the ring on the door so that her arms were against the door and her ass was stuck out.

I went to work on her beautiful ass with my flogger with the longer fall. I would occasionally elicit a sharp moan, but again she would just take the pain. I stopped early to untie her arms and get the circulation going in them.

I removed the ball-gag from her mouth and tied a scarf-like blindfold around her head. I then tied her to a table in the room that was perfectly built for putting a woman into a compromising position. I tied her legs to the legs of the table, tied her wrists in front of her and then pulled her down over the table, tying the line to the other set of legs.

I put a pair on nipple clamps on her. The chain rested on the table, and as I went to work on her ass it would slightly sway and the clamps would press into the table and she would moan. I shoved a dildo into her mouth for her to lube it up. I then shoved the length of the dildo into her tight cunt, working it till she moaned with pleasure. I then dripped hot wax onto her back.

The night ended with her arms tied behind her back and her on top of me, grinding away, the springs on the bed comically squeaking like something from a sitcom or a Jean-Pierre Jeunet film. The nipple clamps still tugged as the chain swayed back and forth and since she was also still blindfolded she would let out a surprised yelp when I would unexpectedly slap her face.

I had a great time and I’m enjoying the variety of the encounters. Though home invasion scenarios are my favorite I definitely got to do things with my willing victim that I wouldn’t with a struggling victim. I currently have four possible encounters brewing: a home invasion/fear play session, a romantic bondage encounter, a rough sex bondage encounter with a pain slut and a possible full on abduction/torture session.

Four amazing encounters to be disappointed in when they all fall through. LOL. Who knows? Maybe one will actually materialize.

I’ll keep you posted.

- Night Demon 


12/3/2010 4:49:33 PM

ATTEMPTED AMBUSH

Realizing that a lot of people don't have the living arrangement for a home invasion, I decided to attempt a hotel scenario where I would meet with a victim and just ambush them the second they walked in the door. I must admit I was partially inspired by local Ohio film producer Silverback and the Hardcore Abductions movies he films in hotel rooms around Ohio.

I actually made a rapid connection with a young woman (less than two weeks), she met my "minimum protective legal criteria" for a meet (sending me a photo of herself holding up a sign stating, "Night Demon, I want you to bind, torture and violate me", and I made arrangements and booked a hotel room.

She was supposed to be house sitting that weekend and had offered to have the Home Invasion take place in the home she was watching. But I felt uncomfortable about performing the invasion in a house owned by a third party.

So I booked a hotel that was near where she was supposed to be house sitting.

It turned out her house sitting gig fell through so it was a good thing we planned on the hotel.

Or so I thought.

I got off work early and drove to the hotel. I knew his wasn’t going to be the typical scenario where I was the villain, did my business and left. I'd be staying. So there'd be down time after the play and I decided I'd just totally shift gears. I'd brought ingredients for the young lady's favorite drink (vodka, tonic and a fresh lime) and had booked a room with a hot tub for two.

It took me over twenty minutes and three different rooms to finally get a room with a functioning hot tub. Then it was one little thing after the other.

The room was conveniently located by a side entrance but my keycard didn't work when I tried to re-enter and I had to walk all the way around to the front of the building.

There were other annoyances and inconveniences (fully detailed in the complaint letter I sent the hotel management) but I called her at the appointed hour when she got off work.

She informed me that she might have to pick up her sister at the airport and needed a way to get a hold of me.

I've always been extremely fortunate in that I have never given out details about myself for encounters... name address, phone number... NOTHING! Thinking fast I told her to call the hotel and ask for my room number.

When I hung up I realized that with all the problems I was having with the hotel, I probably couldn't depend on them to transfer a call to my room.

So I called her and left my number on her phone mail.

She called back to tell me she didn't have to pick up her sister.

Then she called to tell me she was lost. She was not familiar with the area and I only booked this particular hotel because it was near where she was going to theoretically be house sitting.

There was construction all around the hotel and if it hadn't been daylight when I was driving to the hotel, I would have probably got lost too.

She ended up on 1-90, tried to exit, got in the EZ Pass Lane ("What's an EZ Pass!?" she yelled over the phone) and had an anxiety attack. I got on a computer by the check-in and the front desk staff helped me get her directions. It barely helped. She kept getting lost or taking wrong turns. At one point she asked if we should just call it a night. I was insanely mellow and Zen about the whole thing (just what you want in your rapist/violator – laid back and Zen) but told her I thought we could salvage the night. She finally made it about an hour later than her planned arrival time, so she had been on the road for like 90 minutes. At one point she had mentioned needing to severely go to the bathroom, so when she knocked on my door I just had to break character when I cracked the door to ask her, "Do you need to go to the bathroom?" She told me no, I closed the door (and "scene") then we started from scratch... at least I started from scratch. She entered the room and I grabbed her from behind, slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth and shoved her up against the wall. I felt her up and cuffed her hands behind her back and slapped her around. Good times, right?

There was no resistance, whatsoever. No struggle, no fight. Her eyes dreamily shut, her body practically limp. Afterwards she said it was due to anxiety and exhaustion.

We had a drink afterwards. She had to work the next day so she didn't have time for the hot tub (which I found amusing with all the trouble I went through to get one that functioned).

I did have fun but it wasn't remotely what I planned on. I did some decent ties, took a few pictures, made her cum with a perv/mod vibrator I made out of a battery powered electric toothbrush. But I didn't use a single torture implement on her or tie her to the door with the ring attachment I made especially for the occasion. But it showed me that a hotel does have potential and is a viable alternative to the home.

Better luck next time.

- Night Demon

 




11/26/2010 5:57:03 AM

Some of my further adventures:

THE SCRIPT

So for my next encounter I wrote a script to follow. I broke it down into various scenes and actually followed quite a bit of it. When you've got a bag full of toys and a bound woman, it can turn into a "kid in a candy store" situation.

THE SCRIPT - - Round 2

SCENE ONE - - HOGTIE Enter. [Mask; belt with handcuffs, knife and duct tape; sleep blindfold in pocket]

Grab her by the hair and start slapping her.

Force her to the ground and handcuff her.

Pull her up and make out with her, slapping her face and manhandling her.

Tape her mouth shut.

Blindfold her.

Put back on floor.

Bring in duffle bag.

Bind legs together with leather strap.

Put on ankle cuffs.

Put in hogtie.

Have dinner (that I told her to cook for me).

Explore house.

SCENE TWO - - STRAPPED

Bind with leather straps.

Apply vibrator.

Enjoy the show.

SCENE THREE - - CHAIR TIED

Remove straps and get her to a chair.

Tie legs to chair.

Remove blindfold.

Remove tape.

Make-out some more.

Put ballgag in mouth.

Repeatedly throw cold water on her shirt and face.

Slice open shirt.

Mercilessly slap tits and face.

Do basic tie job on tits. I FORGOT TO DO THIS.

Slap them around some more.

Apply ice to nipples.

Get a cup of ice. FORGOT TO DO THIS BUT PUT ON A COLLAR WITH A LARGE O-RING.

Untie feet.

SCENE FOUR - ABUSE

Take to the basement. I PULLED OUT A LEASH, BUT THE FUCKING CLIP WOULDN'T GO OVER THE LARGE O-RING ON THE COLLAR. HAD TO ATTACH IT TO THE D-RING THAT HELD THE LARGE O-RING.

Remove shorts.

Cuff hands in front of her.

Attach hands to ceiling hook.

Attach spreader bar between legs.

AND THIS IS WHERE THE REST OF THE SCRIPT FALLS APART. WILL SWITCH FROM ALL CAPS AS I ELUCIDATE.

I'm bringing stuff from upstairs and back to the basement (ropes, dildos, vibrators). As I come back into the room where she's been cuffed up, I see that she has broken the chain from the cuffs, had removed her ball gag and is about to remove her blindfold. I've learned from the last time where I was masked for 90 minutes. So while she is blinfolded I took my mask off - - today the temperature was in the 70’s so I wasn't gonna stand for any of that. I quickly bound her wrists together with the chain of the dog leash and clipped her hands back above her head.

I get to resume a part of my script. I DO put my mask back on, because for the next bit of torture I want to see her eyes.

I use a flogger on her body - - tits, stomach, pussy.

I apply a zipper.

For those who do not know, a "zipper" is a series of clothespins connected with a piece of thin rope. I pre-threaded together a dozen and applied them to the edges of her breasts and her rib cage. I let the clothespins bite into her flesh for awhile and then I pulled them all of with a single tug of the rope connected to the middle of the zipper. She is quite the pain slut so the reaction was a bit less than I was expecting, but enjoyable none-the-less.

I put nipple clamps on her tits and lift the chain between them causing her to wince.

Remove the ballgag.

Furiously kiss her and slap her face.

Put ring gag in mouth.

AND MY SCRIPT FALLS APART AGAIN. SWITCH TO LOWER CAPS.

I pretty much build everything I use - - cuffs, collars, dildos with handles, spreader bars. I had a ring gag, a 2-inch ring wrapped in cloth tape with leather straps to attach. My "victim" was a fighter and she was always incredulous of the concept of the forced blow job. So even in the context of play where I might threaten her with my knife, I just didn't trust her enough that she wouldn't sink her teeth in. Half the fun of playing with her is that she struggles. So to "keep it real" I had brought the ring gag. Mother fucker if it didn't fit in her mouth. I test everything on myself but I guess I have a big mouth because this thing didn't even remotely fit in her mouth. And any smaller and my cock isn't going to fit! I'm not gigantic, but I am pretty thick. Next time I'll have to bring the dental gag that I purchased.

So I didn't get a forced blow job, I didn't put her in a strappado position because the handcuffs were broken. I put her back on the floor, tying her hands behind her back and attaching them to the spreader bar.

I removed my clothes and pressed my flesh against hers.

I taste her flesh, biting at it.

I forced a dildo into her mouth making her gag.

I then slapped the dildo against her thigh and started to put it in her.

She struggles away.

I get up and put a rope around her waist, threading it between her pussy lips and back through the loop around her waist.

I tug at the rope and it bites into her cunt.

I watch her squirm and I slide a vibrator beneath the rope and let it play against her clit.

She moans and writhes and I enjoy the show.

I remove the rope and vibrator and I am inside her, thrusting away.

The spreader bar makes things awkward and I remove it while remaining inside her.

I get on my knees and pull her towards me. I lie down so that she is on top of me.

She rides me and I slap her breasts. I pull her head down to my face to kiss her and slap her face.

She rides me till she cums.

I grab her throat and pull her down for some more furious kissing and face slapping (she has told me she LOVES to have her face slapped, and I LOVE slapping it).

Such fun.








11/18/2010 11:24:52 AM

I am always amazed that I don't have more success with collarme. It's totally free, and you'd think people would make contact here. And yet I have never successfully set up an encounter through here, but have with the pay sites with the limited free memberships and of all places craigslist!

I then realized that even I don't utilize this site to my full advantage. I have bogs and groups that I lead at the other sites that reveal more about me, so I've decided to start using my journal to repost those blog entries. Here’s one about the first time I performed a home invasion.

My First Time

I had been in contact with a young lady for probably almost a year. She had a blog over at ALT and we communicated through that and eventually I got her Yahoo ID where we would frequently chat. We eventually set things up for me to "break in" to her home and attack her.

There were some... complications.

For some reason I seem to predominantly attract middle-aged married housewives. This time she wasn't middle-aged (early twenties!) and she wasn't a housewife (she had a job) but she WAS married... to a cop. BUT she said that he knew all about her extra curricular activities and she just needed to find a time when he was working or when she could kick him out.

Oh... and that job she had? SHE is a cop, too!

So, I'm totally paranoid, thinking that the whole thing is a "To Catch a Predator" type set-up. The masked man enters the house and then BAM! I'm blown away. In one of our last IM communications she's like, "Oh, and don't freak out but my police cruiser's going to be parked in front of the house."

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I'm amazed I went through with it.

But I did.

I did lots of prep work. A month earlier I drove the 2 hours to her house (for an experience like this, you bet your ass I'll travel) to check out the neighborhood. She had a neighbor with a huge picture window I didn't like. Houses close but not too bad. I also had my victim send me photos of the interior of her house so I could get the layout.

I then prepared the costume for my evil intruder.

I had made a mask for an encounter that fell through the year before. I modified one of those Halloween hoods with the black mesh that obscures your face. I cut out an area so I could use my mouth but kept the rest of my face covered. I also trimmed and sewed the back so it wasn't so pointy. Black turtle neck, slacks, black gloves, black combat-style boots and a black hoodie that even had a black zipper.

Now. I did do one thing that many might consider very dangerous and very stupid. But at the time I think I may have had a bit of a death wish going on any way so I went for it. I did NOT meet with my victim ahead of time. This is obviously dangerous for many reasons. I've had people lie to me online before. In my early days I was setting up a meet with someone and they sent me their email address which I noticed was something like "Bob@hotmail.com". I asked, "Uh... are you a guy?" They admitted they were and I was astounded. I can't imagine pretending to be a woman and then thinking when I met with the person I had fooled that things would go swimmingly. Sounds like a good way to get killed if you ask me. So, true, online anyone can pretend to be anybody. But I had been chatting with her for a year and that would have been a hell of a long time for a masquerade. Plus I had seen her on her webcam and as extra insurance (in addition to my archived IM conversations) I had her take a picture of herself holding a sign that invited me to use and abuse her.

 

So the day finally arrived. 

I stopped in the parking lot of a closed car dealership a few blocks from her house. I had a utility belt with a sheath holding a knife, a case holding my handcuffs and a special metal snap on attachment that held a small role of red duct tape. I had two small shoulder bags that held rope and toys that I slung across my chest. I then covered everything up with my extra-large black hoodie. With all the equipment underneath I looked like Fat Albert. I put on my modified mask and rolled it up so it looked pretty much like a ski cap.

I pulled into her driveway at dusk, just as I planned - - enough light that I can see going in and dark when I leave. I walked up her back porch and found the door unlocked. I pulled my mask down and entered the house.

 

The scrim in front of my eyes made things a bit darker but not enough to explain why I couldn't see shit. Then I realized that every fucking light in the house was off. Fuck. There was just enough light from the gray sky outside that I was able to find her room where I found her in bed, passed out. 

I turned on the lights and she didn't stir. She awoke with the weight of my body on her. I covered her mouth with bright red duct tape to muffle any cries. I turned her over and temporarily handcuffed her, giving me time to break out my ropes.

 

Threats were made with my knife against her throat and I used the same knife to slice away her slip, bra, and finally thong. I got her hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied to her thighs, though she was quite good at clawing at her bonds and nearly escaping them. 

Face slapping, hair pulling, biting and mauling her sensational breasts. My fingers finding their way inside her. All at her request, of course. Then, in the middle of everything, the phone rang.

 

"J_____, this is your mother. Are you there? (pause) Huh..." 

click

 

She called again. 

"I was checking to see if you were there."

 

Holy shit! Was her mom going to stop by? Was I literally going to have to answer the door and say, "Sorry, J_____’s all tied up at the moment." 

I continued my fun. Between bondage and molestation sessions I would have one of the Seagram’s Green Apple wine coolers in her fridge. I had several. I also took a few pictures as mementos.

 

I applied a vibrator to her wonderful, tight twat and then inserted it into her, making her cum several times. She was breathing heavy. And so was I! Ninety minutes with a mask on, tormenting my new toy? I'm not a young man anymore. 

It was much fun but I felt things were rushed (even thought it was a half hour longer than most of the "Hogtied" or "Sex and Submission" clips I've seen).

 

I ended the session packing things up. I used the thought process of a criminal and even took the wine cooler bottles with me so there were no finger prints or DNA. She didn't want the scene to end, so as pre-arranged I tied her up with duct tape. As I said earlier, she was quite good at clawing at the rope so the duct tape shouldn't pose a problem. I called her shortly after I left to make sure that she had escaped her bonds. 

There was no answer.

 

Driving home I actually lost my cell phone signal (just like in a bad movie). I finally reached her via IM and she had escaped fine and had a great time. I told her about my criminal thought process of taking the bottles home and she said, "Yeah. But your finger prints are all over the duct tape." 

The duct tape! Damn.

 

LOL.

 

So a great time was had by all. But I swore that next time I would have a more succinct plan (and in fact I went so far as to type up an actual script which I was able to follow with only a few things going astray). I'll publish "The Script" shortly.

So that was my first time.

- Night Demon



 


12/29/2009 7:17:57 AM

I had a multi-day home invasion planned with someone for the day after Christmas but it fell through… which 90% of them do. A lot of curiosity seekers who just can’t go through with it. But the ten percent who do - - a spectacular time is had by all.

 

Hope everyone has a prosperous and happy New Year.

 

- Night Demon


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