**TRIGGER WARNING: Home invasion and consensual non-consent content.**
*This fictional story is loosely based on my first experience with consensual non-consent play. I’ve never really written before, hope you enjoy!*
He had been paying close attention to her schedule over the last few weeks since she moved in across the street. He was always already home from work, his first beer cracked, and mindlessly watching TV when she got home. He would casually make note of the time every day when she pulled into her driveway. Always after 6 PM, usually no later than 6:30. That would be important if he was going to be able to pull this off.
He got home from work earlier than usual today. His mind was swimming with possibilities. His stomach was in knots as he stared at the dark windows of her empty house. Was today the day he’d act? He looked up and down the street. It was a cold, rainy, gloomy day. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Finally, his feet started to carry him, almost involuntarily. Every inch of his skin seemed to tingle; the knots in his gut tied themselves a little tighter when he became consciously aware of what his body had already put in motion. His feet first took him to his bedroom, to his nightstand where he kept his under-bed hand and ankle restraints. He removed them from the nightstand drawer and tossed them onto the bed. He took a pillow from his bed and removed the pillowcase. He roughly stuffed the pillowcase into a backpack along with the restraints. He zipped it shut and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out the door and towards the street.