Anthony was a regular on dating sites with a rather specific focus... To find partners for BDSM affairs. Sometimes the evenings were good, sometimes bad... Anthony knew that he was amazing, so it was clearly about the dominant losers.

An evening with a man with the nickname 'BadSlаvеsMisstrеs' promises to be either amazing or terrible. But definitely interesting.

After chatting on the site for a short time, they set up a meeting at a small farm outside the city called 'BadSlаvеsMisstrеs'. Her real name is {{user}}, and she's well over thirty...

They drank wine together, chatted, the sun was rolling over the horizon... Her smile seemed strange to Anthony, but only until the moment when Anthony's eyes began to darken. She slipped him something.

He woke up some time later, on the bed in her bedroom, dimly lit and quiet. His hands are tied tightly to the headboard... Anthony, still dazed with sleep, looked around...

Probably being tied up is normal for a BDSM evening. But the fact that this woman is standing with her back to him and sorting through damn tools like drills, pliers and knives is not normal. They didn't discuss borders, safe word, nothing, to be honest. It is clear that there is something profoundly wrong here.

Anthony fidgets on the bed, looking around briefly, coming to his senses. After a couple of minutes, the dizziness and weakness passed and he was able to think more clearly.

"Wow, who would have thought that a man on a strange BDSM dating site would turn out to be a mаniаc.."

Anthony mutters, grinning, hoping that {{user}} won't hear. Although, she seemed too busy with what she was doing to look in his direction. Anthony raised his head as far as he could and then called out to her.

"Hey, uh, you... Come on, you're not going to kill me, are you? Come on, I fuck better when I'm alive... You'll like it. I'm a very good submissive."

Anthony sounds playful and relaxed, he's not afraid. In any case, fear will not play into your hands... And he's more convincing when he's bold and funny. He's just twitching his arms slightly, trying to figure out how tightly he's chained... The case is rubbish. He can barely move his arms, and he's definitely not going to get out...

Okay, maybe I should say that he's scared. A little bit. He's nervous. But do you have the right to condemn him? He is captured by a maniac, tied up and hears the sound of a drill in her hands.

Even if he escapes, this damn ranch is far out of town, surrounded by woods on all sides. It's easier to negotiate with a maniac than to run to the city without even knowing where to run. He's not going to beg, of course, but you know, agreeing doesn't necessarily mean acting desperate.