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Predator and PreySo, about objectification.. I had a little trip to the state line treating myself to an relatively inexpensive vacation. I wanted to get out and away to find time in femme mode, socialize, indulge and build my confidence. I made the drive down there en femme checked into my hotel, ordered myself room service and kicked my heels off while stretching out on the queen size bed.I took in a long hot bubble bath that I had bought from a boutique in LA. I took extra time in making sure my appearance was all pull together; I ended up wanting to try some new designer leggings I’d recently picked up as well as pair of black pumps. I’m not terribly good with makeup but I gave it my best shot. The heels were new so I wasn’t fully comfortable standing or walking in them. I’ve found that I strut and turn with more confidence when I’m chewing bubblegum but thats just me.First night I sat out in the circular bar in the middle of the casino. I felt a lot of eyes on me equal parts uncomfortable curiosity contempt. Once I settled into my tall chair at a corner table I started feeling more at ease and thats when I started feeling like I was being sized up as prey. I had a few cis girls make mean comments as they passed me at my table I’d see others glaring at me not knowing what to think. In this day and age you wish people would be more accepting. Genetic girls get to date guys and try their best to look good and impress. No body gives a second thought, but I’ll feel sometimes peoples judgement.I talked with lost of guys and had a great time. I didn’t get to dance like I had hoped I would. Seemed like I attracted a bunch more older men. Some of the more “alpha” avcilar escort types were very straight forward in telling me what they’d like to do. Its always a welcomed feeling being touched or held in some manner by a stronger type man. One such guy (told me he was in the military) bought me several drinks and I enjoyed talking with him about random stuff like movies and activities. I flirted with him I won’t deny. I think it was apparent that I was enjoying the attention. I excused myself and left to use the restroom, I head in the direction of the ladies room mincing my way across the casino floor. When I neared the entrance to the women room the muscle boy I was talking to earlier pulled me into the mens room and quickly ushered me into a stall and holding me tight by the wrists.I got really scared and started to babble and beg for him not to hurt me and to let me go. Instead I was forced to remain the the stall with whom I thought was taking me. Few men came in shortly after we had entered so I remained quiet not knowing what to think -not panic but more or less a timid feeling. He had very strong rough hands that he grabbed at my crotch with, holding it tightly thru my leggings and forcing me to stand on the tiptoes of my pumps. Standing there bent forward legs spread wide apart, feeling him press his erection that was growing in his pants against my rear all the while maintaining a fierce hold on my genitals. He eventually let me go but only after having me swear promise to visit him in his hotel room in 2 hr.It wasn’t until I ran back to my car looking to make my escape that I discovered I didn’t have my keys on me anymore. şirinevler escort I could only guess as to where they were and who had them. I felt stranded and lost. Exposed and manipulated. All I really wanted to do was go out and have a good time being the person I want most to be. I dressed cute because of the occasion and made myself up to make me feel good. I felt trapped in my femininity.As two hours quickly passed I decided to arrive slightly earlier than planned. Before going up to his room in the hotel I stopped by an ATM machine and withdrew as much as my bank would allow me. My reasoning was that I could offer this guy money, buy him off as it were in exchange for my car keys. I arrived knocking on the door and was greeted by the sight of this man (still never got his name) shirtless waving me to get inside the room.He didn’t waste time in telling me what to do. Placing my car keys down on a night stand next to him; he sat in the corner of the room slightly in the dark watching me walk and model my designer leggings heels clicking as I tried not to tremble. I had not time to even bring up “buying” my keys back from him, he was in control from that point on. He made me dance and move like some sort of erotic puppet dancing to awful dub step music. I could sense this was a kind of foreplay as clearly this bully boy was rock hard excited as he handled my body. He ordered me to hold onto his cock as he grabbed between my legs roughly taking hold of my package, gripping it tightly and steering me towards the bed head first.I started to panic and I felt a cold sweat run over my body. I tried my best to dig my heels into the carpet taksim escort and to push away from the bed. The more I struggled the harder he squeezed my crotch. In tears at this point I begged him not to do what he was about to do and informed him that I was still a virgin. That fact seemed to stir something within my captor as his cock jumped to attention.Like handling a limp rag doll a quick flex of his strength had me throw forcibly onto the bed. Before I knew it he was there groping me and licking me. I screamed loudly which he silenced by forcing his tongue down my throat. In terror I began to thrash and kick. His grip on me held tight and it was like wrestling with a true predator.Squealing with terror I gathered enough strength to slip his grasp long enough to bolt for the door – snatching my keys from the nightstand. This was more than I had bargained for and had to escape! I never looked back so the last image of this man was him probing my mouth with his tongue and physically dominating me. I felt like an object, a toy for some sexually charged alpha male to play with and break. Throwing the door open and running in a very limp wrested manner I nearly stumbled a few times getting to the elevator finally catching my breath.So in the end I felt awkward and defeated; not really being able to feel totally comfortable with some of the more aggressive men, and feeling ashamed for not wading in deeper. Once I rushed to my car and made my way home I was horrified to learn that in my panic to get free I’d left my new purse in the hotel room. I lost all my cash and cards, much of my personal information was in that purse.In the last few days I’ve been receiving disturbing phone calls in the middle of the night where on the other end I just hear deep heavy breathing. I’ll hang up only to have my phone ring and ting again. I fear this is the guy from the other night trying to scare me knowing my phone number and where I live.

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