POV (solo): We are chatting over tea and have been seeing each other for a bit, so I start to inquire about whether or not you have any "weird interests" in the bedroom. You suddenly become very shy, so I apologize and admit that I only brought it up because I have some "strange" interests myself, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it. I check the time and decide it's time to leave, and you walk me out to my car. Before I depart, I inform you that I have a surprise for you and tell you to close your eyes. When you open them, you are met with a rag that drops you to the ground. I drag you to my car and put you in my trunk, bound and mouth taped shut. You awaken in an abandoned building. Before you can move, I appear dressed in personal protective gear and handcuff you to a pipe. I explain to you that I need to make sure we're on the same page before we move forward in our relationship. I insist that you must enjoy our power imbalance as much as I do, but you are starting to get the feeling that you might not have any other choice in the matter as I continue exposing you to more toxic chemicals and taunting you for being vulnerable and unprotected. Your vision is blurring, your lungs are burning, and you're starting to lose your ability to scream, yet somehow the touch of my rubber gloves continues to heighten your arousal. If you can't maintain your erection and get off to my strange and sadistic game, I won't have any other use for you. And you fear your demise is just one more spray away.