The WWE was back on it's international road show! This time it was heading back to my neck of the woods... The UK! I was able to secure some pretty decent tickets for the show over the weekend. There was also an added bonus to buying seats in this particular price bracket, you were automatically entered into a prize draw to win a backstage pass.

This was 6 months ago and I completely forgot about it until the week before the event. My tickets for the event popped up in my TicketMaster account, but then... I had something posted through my door, a letter addressed to me, with WWE branding on the back. I opened the letter and within it... I honestly couldn't believe it! "I WON! I ACTUALLY WONNNN!" I threw the letter up in the air, my backstage pass and lanyard dropped to the floor. This was going to be insane, I just knew it!

A week past and I left home to book into my hotel for the weekend. I got there on Friday evening for the event on Saturday night. I did the usual fan things on the Saturday morning/afternoon, visiting the WWE pop up museums, pop up shops, spending wayyyy too much money on food and merch. I dropped all my stuff back at the hotel, before changing into the Cody Rhodes t-shirt I bought and headed back to the arena for the evening's event. It started @ 19:00 and would finish around 23:00ish. I got a drink and a snack and sat in my seat, a decent view of the ring and had a decent view of the superstars performing.

After all the hard hitting, high flying, pyrotechnics antics, before I could stand up, one of the arena staff members came up to me and told me to stay put as the backstage stuff wasn't set up yet. I waited in my seat patiently as I was about to experience something not many others do....

And...

We'll leave it there as a starter haha. In terms of you'll be in this RP, I'll let you decide, feel free to search up the women of the WWE and if one takes your fancy, you can be them! Since I'm posting on DPP, naughty and smutty things will most likely occur. Maybe it's my British accent or charm that makes you melt and you just can't resist, who knows?? All these things can be discussed and fleshed out.

Sooooo, if this post caught your attention in any way, feel free to stop by! If not, have a lovely day!

Plot: My sister and her best friend got tickets to a concert of one of their favorite artists but unfortuneately my sister fell sick on the day the concert takes place and therefore can’t attend. Because of that her brother Paul uses the Ticket so that her friend isn‘t alone. During the day Paul and her sister fell for each other and hooked up. I definitely want to create a set up before the concert. Maybe I could pick you up from your home or we could meet at a cafe shop or restaurant before we attend the concert. We can also start flirting with each other during that time and as the evening continues the whole situation spices up.

Details aren‘t set hook up can happen during or after the concert (car, apartment, toilet, crowd,…) if you want we can also expand the story by them starting a relationship or a situationship that takes place behind the sisters back or something like this. You can also bring in ideas of your own. We can also discuss which concert we attend, which city or stuff like that just in order to get in more details.

Kinks: public, pregnancy, breeding, creampies, cumplay, groping

Limits: scat, blood, violence,…

The clanking of iron plates echoing into the vast vaulted ceiling of the entrance chamber. The scent of stale tomb air and dust filling the cold fridge chamber, the breath of each soldiers coiling up into mist in the dimly lit air like wraiths with each exhale. Their sharp eyes scanning the vastness for any sign of life or threat outside the party they formed, each a mercenary in place of the holy warriors that once served the order. Weapons and shields held at the ready to defend from any surprise, a few unable to hide their wonder. Necks craned upwards to try and peer into the inky blackness the concealed the roof. Smooth black flagstones drinking in all light, the iron rings that lined the walls flickering from the wind that didn’t touch a single warrior whose mind could not reach the immaterial plane beyond sight that lit the touches.

The corrupt and callous cardinal who paid and charged the guards to escort the newest cleric to the portal had left her ill prepared for the journey, the endless lights that lined the walls they had been warned against removing. None knew the rules of the labyrinth but all knew it was not fully bound by either realm. Making sure to watch their steps for the all too familiar traps that lay hidden within concealed grooves in the obsidian flagstones, they had been charged to make quick passage to the portal at its centre. At rest the walls that formed the great labyrinth remained hidden, the arcane energy’s needed to sustain its full fury churned beneath the surface of the black obsidians flagstones.

The rustling of chainmail and clinking of steel hafted weapons echoed off the floor as the circle of guards made their way forwards, scanning the chamber and moving as a unit to keep the cleric safely within the centre. Each save the last of the ring, keeping their gaze sharp, his hungry eyes following the figure at the centres movements. Having been a late addition who hoped to join the guard, the latest recruit was unguarded by the cardinals charms and prayers, the ebb and flow of the false fortress wormed at his mind before they had crossed a dozen paces into the chamber. Lust and treachery slowly seeping into his mind from the portal deeper within, while those pale blue eyes watched each titling step she took.

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Good evening DPP, I am looking for someone who’s interested in playing out a GM style campaign where you’ve been setup to fail before you even reach a portal into the false fortress you’ve been sent to purify. I am looking for someone to slowly corrupted and hunt through the labyrinth. With a few trap s to set off and maybe other corrupted priests or priestess stalking you as well. Happy to discuss kinks and references while working out a tale that suits us both. Some of my mains kinks are huge boobs, excessive cum loads and sloppy facefucking.

My limits are scat and gore.

I guess the thing that has always been the absolute biggest turn on for me is the emotional complexity behind sex, and in particular I have always found anything that involves having my sexual limits teased and pushed by a girl who's just too fucking hot for me to say no to for long. Conflicted emotions about doing something sexually just drives me fucking crazy, so the idea of being with a girl who wants to or has done things that make me feel conflicted about hearing them, or better yet, the idea of being with a girl who actually wants to get me to try things for her that feel wrong to me really just turns me on in a way that nothing else does.

I just love the teasing, the seduction of it, the subtle manipulation, being playfully poked and prodded until I find myself actually giving in. I love the conflicted feeling of your brain telling you something feels wrong, that you should say no, that you feel like you're about to cross a line you can't come back from, but your body telling you how much you really want it, your heart racing, your skin tingling with anticipation, every part of you just craving the release of giving in, and secretly knowing that you're just so fucking horny that it's only a matter of time till you do, no matter how much you might try to argue first.

I have never been lucky enough to find a girl in my area who is that kinky to introduce me to stuff like that, but chatting with girls like that on here is the next best thing to me. I absolutely love being introduced to new kinks that align with those feelings or new ways of exploring kinks I've come across before. I'm also pretty limitless when it comes to most of it too, the only stuff I have no interest in is just bathroom stuff, and under 18 stuff. So if you have a niche kink you never get to talk about that doesn't land in either of those categories, chances are pretty high I'll be into it, and I'd love to hear about it.

I'm really kind of hoping for a chat that kind of introduces me to stuff I haven't necessarily chatted about before, but I know this sub also usually requires more specific prompts too, so I'll list out some of the kinks I've chatted about before on here that kind of fit this type of thing that I found hot.

1. Incest - I feel like this one is probably the most obvious example of the type of thing I'm looking for, but even though it is definitely the most common kink I've chatted about on here, I still think it's really hot. The is just something to me about the thought of knowing that a person should be off-limits sexually, but somehow finding myself in a position where I've been seduced into crossing that line, it's just so fucking hot to think about how that first moment would feel, of crossing into sexual territory with someone I'm not supposed to, and then once the line is crossed, just not being able to hold back anymore until we're both completely lost in each others bodies.
2. Kidnapping/yandere - I also really fucking love the idea of being kidnapped, tied up, drugged, anything like that, and basically just being used by a psycho obsessive girl. The emotional conflict of being taken advantage of by her, and even being a bit scared of her, but also somehow finding the obsession oddly endearing, and darkly romantic, finding it hot how badly she wanted this, wanting to comfort her anguish over feeling like she had to go to such an extreme to get me to be with her, wanting to just hold her because of the sheer amount of underlying pain it requires to even think about doing something like this, but also trying to hold back from those feelings because I know how toxic it is, I know how awful it should be to be kidnapped and used like that, knowing that all I should want is for her to stop, but knowing deep down that I don't just want her to keep going, I want to stay with her afterwards too, despite my better judgement.
3. Forced/dub-con bisexual stuff - I haven't really explored this one as much, but a few girls have brought up ideas like it to me before and there is just something I find really fucking hot about it. The idea of a girl I'm really into wanting to see me do something with another guy for her, the idea of her getting me to try something with someone I'm not actually attracted to sexually just because she wants to see it so badly, her trying to nudge me past the hesitency of crossing sexual boundaries with another guy, her getting off to every step closer she manages to push me, and then me feeling conflicted that her sexual gratification is making me start to enjoy it, the idea of noticing that it's starting to actually feel good and I'm getting more and more lost in the overwhelming urge for pleasure, no matter how I'm getting it in that moment, and especially the idea of her saying dirty things to me while I'm doing it to both tease me for crossing that line and encourgaing me to keep going.

So hopefully between the general description of what I'm looking for and the more specific examples I gave, some wonderfully kinky girl will have some ideas by now of what to message me about. Like I said, I also just love being introduced to new things, so there is no need to include the specific kinks I listed out above if there's something new you'd like to chat about instead, I'm open to pretty much anything, and the kinkier the fantasy, the hotter I usually find it!

You (f) and your flatmate (me, m) are both studying in the city. He is a bit entitled, getting support from his parents while you are poor and have to work to finance your studies. Besides the clash from time to time about prices and money, especially when you are late with rent, you two get along quite well.

Of course with a mixed sex shared flat there is some sexual tension, but you two manoeuvre it quite well and never got close to an accident.

One night after sitting long in the kitchen with you complaining about the bar you were doing services letting you go he states that he doesn't get it and you get angry. "I wish you could see this whole from my body's perspective for once you knobhead" you state angrily. "I'm going to bed". So you do.

Next morning you awake in his bed. Panic catches you but he is not there. You get up and fall over. The whole balance is off and you need time to stable yourself for a moment. Did you drink so much you blacked out? You see yourself in the mirror and your jaw drops. You are in his body. Wearing big balloony Boxershorts made from silk. You shake your head in shock as you hear a shriek. It was your voice. Well not yours right now but your original ones. You storm over to find your body at the hallway mirror staring at itself. Wearing your nightshirt and shorts it just gasps and looks at you. "I..you...we.... What the fuck happened?" She was startled. "We switched bodies?! Fuck get dressed creep and don't run around in boxers in my body"

you turn to your room and then correct yourself to head to his instead hearing her whispering "damn... I got to see this.." alarmed you turn around just to see your body with his mind inside undress Infront of the hallway mirror. You gasp and wanted to Rebell but this strength swelly feeling on your groin and the arousing side of your own body from the outside perspective stopped all words coming out. You look down to find a bulge explaining why he always wore broad and wide pants...

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Soo we go for a classic freaky Friday body swap situation in a mixed students flat. There are a lot of twists in that possible. Do you want to know how it feels to fuck your own body? Do you adore watching him explore the new sensations of touching himself and pleasuring your body? What kind of complications will arise? Will one of you learn about the others secret fetishes as the bodies reaction will give em away? Do you find a way to turn it back or maybe you don't want to give up the new rich macho life of a hung jock? It's masturbation if you fuck your own body, right? Are you threatening each other with harming your body or getting a tramp stamp?

In this setting I will start playing as the male roommate and you will start as the female, but after the introduction we will swap as the minds are transferred.

Kinks include: light comedic slice of life, oral, vaginal, anal, free use, risky sex, public, teasing, orgasm tease and denial, size queening, throat fucks, switch dynamics, cum play and belly bulge

Limits: underaged, strict Dom/sub dynamic, snuff, scat

My timezone is central European and I prefer to play via Reddit messages. Please start with your kinks, limits and ideas on this setting to build it together.

See also my other prompts if you are interested

As a curvy young woman fresh out of uni and embarking on your career in the city, you never had an interest in older men or in expensive lingerie. Like most of your 20-something peers, you are happy in athleisure wear and, to be frank, you can't be arsed with the discomfort and cost of a lacy bra to support those D cups.

Or so you thought. Until the law firm you've recently joined mandated four days per week in the office. And then a dress code. Suddenly the gym wear and bralettes weren't going to cut it. So...smart dresses, blouses, tights and...sigh...a bra it is. Nothing fancy though. Nobody to show it off for anyway, is there?

You're not sure how you started to bond with your divisional head Andy. Your mentor Susie recommended him. He's emotionally intelligent, experienced, clever and not a creep, she said. You rapidly agreed, often and easily working all nighters with him.

One day you stayed late. You had shopping bags with you, from the discount store down the road. He asked what was in them. You blushed, knowing you couldn't tell him it was cheap multipack socks and underwear. He sensed your discomfort, and teased you about not having a boyfriend to show off for. You blushed again. 'I need to buy some cuter lingerie anyway', you blurted out...before you could stop yourself.

Jesus Christ, you thought to yourself. Why not just tell him you own a vibrator?! Idiot, you chastise yourself.

But you started to wonder...what would ot be like if you asked him to take you lingerie shopping? What you would decide on between you? Would you model it for him, even though he's more than 20 years older than you...?

Your mind was racing in a way you had not remotely bargained for...

• huge bonus if you are into ABDL, DDLG and toilet play

note this is a slow burn with story building and long term

All character and participation are 18+

hello, I am looking for a gentle dom partner. And please don't just say "hey" or "wanna rp ?" , send me your kinks and limits in the first message and tell me something about your self.

plot: we moved in together at the start of the college semester and got along pretty well, you were the strong muscular, athletic, and super popular guy that every girl wanted to sleep with. and I was a femboy that got bullied and made fun of but I always knew that you would be there to protect me and that you were. we got along really well even though we were polar opposites. you always asked me to tag along with you everywhere you went which made all girls jealous, and that feeling for them only increased as we kept getting closer and getting more comfortable, to the point you heald be by the waist when we walked together. but things were even better in the dorm where we spent most of our time together and bonded a lot. I would walk around in cute short skirts, booty shorts, and sometimes even in panties, you would always compliment me in a flirty tone and spanked me when you could ( almost every chance you got ) but it always seemed to stop there. but I still kept dressing up to get your attention and waited for you to ask me out which came true one day.

thank you for reading the plot. I am hoping for this to be a more story-driven plot with romance and flirting, I am a sub. we can discuss more in chat or Dms but here is a chart of my kinks and limits.

kinks : spanking , biting , cuddling , after care, degradation ,butt plugs , mdlb / ddlb , diapers ( my favourite), piss play, ABDL , toilet play,humiliation, breeding talk ,size difference , condom play, cum on clothes / body , petplay, praise , lingerie,pantie play, skirts , abuse , bruising ,femdoms, markings , slapping, age gap, fondling and much more .

Limits: scat, underage ,death.

Hey everyone, in this roleplay (or chat) you'll get to be the depraved panting dogfucker you've always wanted to be. You never got all the girls who wanted to get good grades, study and then be something dumb like a scientist or a teacher, all you've ever really wanted to do is to have a master with a dog to serve. And now you've finally found him.

He gives you everything you've ever wanted. A Cute tailplug, animal ears, a dog mask, your own bowl, even that cute little dog bed you've always dreamt of! All you really got to do is to be obedient and boy have you been waiting for that.

You haven't spoken in weeks, except for barks and whimpers (especially while he fucks you senseless), your breath smells like dog food because that's pretty much all you've been having except for some leftovers mixed into it and when was the time you last used a toilet? Don't remember, the garden is where you get you relieve yourself now, while master walks you on a leash and watches. Toilet paper isn't a thing anymore either, but you know as well as him that dogs don't use it anyway and instead love to smell a little stronger.

Master loves it when you give up your humanity entirely to be as much of a dog as possible, and you've even thought about taking it to the next step and presenting yourself to his real dogs, two labradors. After all, you're one of them yourself now and honestly, their big red dicks are looking better and better with every day.

Soooo, I hope this little intro kinda shows in which direction I wanna go. I tried to include all the things I wanna write (or talk!) about while not giving too much away just yet. Basically what I wanna end up with is a girl that's behaving just like a dog, going as far as actually getting knotted, walking on all fours all the time and (little fetish of mine) stopping to practice and form of hygiene that goes over some tongue cleaning. I definitely wanna get gross here!

Hope to hear from you ^^

Kinks: Petplay, Piss, scat (definitely optional!), beast, smell/body odor, filth, age gaps, fisting/pussy destruction, doggirls, diapers, tpe

Limits: Incest, celebrities, gore, death, and some more, best ask first

The village square was empty at this hour, the market stalls long abandoned, their goods either sold or stolen. Lyza stood beneath the withered old oak at the center, the chill night air biting through her shawl. Her lips were painted crimson, her hair tied back neatly, she’d made herself look the part, even though it felt like a lie. Every bit of her work felt like a lie these days.

She lingered there, waiting for the next man who’d slink out of the shadows, his coin jingling just loud enough to promise payment but never enough to drown out the shame.

And they came, as they always did.

A merchant from Aedirn, his hands thick with calluses, stinking of stale beer. He muttered something about his wife before fumbling with his belt.

A sellsword with a scarred face, reeking of sweat and steel, who barely looked at her as he pulled her into an alleyway.

A local farmer, young and nervous, who apologized afterward as if that would make her feel any cleaner.

Lyza took their coin with trembling hands, her face carefully blank, even when bile rose in her throat. She told herself it was just survival, that she had no choice, that this was how the world worked for women like her. But each night, when she returned to her small room above the Flagon, she scrubbed her skin raw, trying to wash away the filth she could still feel crawling over her.

Lately, though, even that wasn’t enough.

Tessa’s screams haunted her still, short, sharp, and guttural, echoing through the tavern walls late into the night. Lyza had been with a client when it happened, pinned against a splintered table. By the time she was free, Tessa was gone, her room a massacre of blood and broken furniture.

Now, every time Lyza closed her eyes, she saw Tessa’s face. Or worse, she imagined her own.

The alchemist’s shop was dark, save for a single candle burning in the window. Lyza pushed the door open, the bell above it jangling softly. The alchemist looked up from his workbench, his face half-hidden by a tangle of beard and spectacles.

“Back again?” he asked, his voice dry as old parchment.

“I need something,” Lyza said, stepping closer. “Something to keep me safe.”

The alchemist raised an eyebrow. “Safe from what, exactly? Men, or monsters?”

She hesitated, then forced herself to meet his gaze. “Both.”

He chuckled, a low, rasping sound. “Clever girl. But no tincture or talisman will protect you from the sort of trouble you’re in. Not for long, anyway.”

Lyza’s hands clenched into fists. “Then tell me what will.”

The alchemist studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded toward a shelf lined with dusty jars and bottles. “There’s a man who deals with such matters. A Witcher. You’ll find him on the road to Velen, if you’re lucky.”

“A Witcher?” she repeated, her stomach knotting with equal parts hope and fear.

“He won’t come cheap,” the alchemist warned, turning back to his work. “And he won’t care much for your sob stories. But if you want someone to face the thing that took your friend, he’s your best chance.”

The road to Velen was treacherous, winding through fields of blackened stumps and past farmhouses abandoned to rot. Lyza walked with her head down, clutching her shawl against the wind, her stomach growling from days of meager scraps. The few travelers she passed gave her wide berth, their eyes filled with suspicion.

By the time she saw the inn, a squat, grimy structure on the edge of a swamp, her legs felt like lead. She pushed open the door, the smell of damp wood and sour ale hitting her like a wave.

The common room was half-empty, the patrons hunched over their mugs, muttering in low tones. Lyza scanned the room, her eyes stopping on the man in the corner.

He was tall, with scraggly hair and a rough beard, his leather armor patched and frayed. Two swords rested on the table before him, their hilts worn but polished. His boots were caked in mud, his fingers wrapped around a tankard. He looked up as she approached, his dark eyes narrowing.

“You’re the Witcher?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

“That’s what they call me,” he replied, his tone clipped and impatient. “What do you want?”

She hesitated, then sat across from him, her hands trembling in her lap. “My friend... she was taken. By something. In Crow’s Hollow.”

“Crow’s Hollow,” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “What kind of something?”

“I don’t know. It left blood. Her room was... torn apart.”

“Sounds like a grave hag. Or a fiend. Maybe a wraith.” He shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. “Doesn’t come cheap, either way.”

Lyza reached for her pouch, her fingers fumbling with the strings. She placed it on the table, the meager coins clinking together.

“This is all I have,” she said.

The Witcher snorted, shaking his head. “That’s barely enough to buy me a drink, girl. You want me to go chasing after monsters, you’ll need ten times that.”

Her heart sank. “But I don’t... I can’t—”

“Then don’t waste my time,” he said, cutting her off. “I’ve got better things to do than play hero for charity.”

He reached for his tankard, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. Lyza stared at him, her chest tight with anger and despair. Finally, she stood, snatching her pouch from the table.

“Thank you for nothing,” she spat, her voice trembling.

The Witcher didn’t even look at her as she stormed out of the inn.

The road back to Crow’s Hollow was darker than she remembered, the moon shrouded in clouds. Lyza walked quickly, her hands clutching her shawl, her breath visible in the cold night air.

She was halfway through the forest when she heard it, a low, guttural growl.

Her steps faltered, her heart pounding in her chest. The growl came again, closer this time, followed by the sound of branches snapping.

“Hello?” she called, her voice weak and shaking.

Something moved in the shadows, too fast to see clearly. Lyza stumbled back, her hands fumbling for the charm around her neck.

The creature lunged, a blur of claws and teeth. Lyza screamed, throwing herself to the ground as it passed overhead. She scrambled to her feet, her mind racing.

The charm was warm against her skin, but it didn’t seem to help. The beast circled her, its eyes glowing faintly in the dark. She backed away slowly, her legs shaking.

Before she could run, it lunged again.

"Get down" The words came from an unfamiliar voice behind her, but Lyza obeyed and instantly fell to the ground as she heard a sword being unsheathed and a sickening crunch behind her.

End of Prompt

Hey DPP, apologize for the ong read but the tldr is my character loses her friend to some monster and goes to find a witcher to help her. The witcher she encounters is actually a fake one, but when she's heading back to her town, she's attacked by a monster and saved by a real witcher.

To me, the favorite part about the witcher books was the world described in them. The dark and morally ambiguous tone of the series and the emotionless monster killers known as Witchers, both are fascinating to me.

For this story, I don't mind if you play as Geralt or an original character, who may not even be a witcher. But if you do want to write this story as a character from the books, I would request that you don't change the core of the character you play as.

If you write an original character for this, the bar wouldn't be set that high, but it should still make sense to have a character like that in the story.

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to me to ask them as well.

“The future is now!” That was the SmartTec slogan. I always had the notion to add old man at the end of that, in accordance with the meme. I didn’t, not just because there was no one around to hear it; but because it wouldn’t be funny either. It was just a brainworm, spawned from an oversaturation of media.

Not that I minded, Malcolm in the middle was a good show.

And, for what it was worth: SmartTec knew their shit. I had landed temporary accommodation in a home that had it installed. A friend-of-a-friend type of deal, turns out I wasn’t more than two links away from a millionaire that needed someone to babysit their weirdly sentient house.

Once again, not that I minded. I had already been looking for a new place to stay for some months; why in the world would I say no to moving from a shithole to an expensive bungalow at the edge of the city? Even if it was just for two years: this’d give me more than enough time to find something else.

And, in the meanwhile, my groceries were ordered automatically, my health was monitored, my shower self-cleaned and the heating was always perfect. Part of the on-board AI, they said. Hell, I’m pretty sure it could cook my dinner for me if I let it. I’m pretty sure it could do that.

“Tea is at optimal temperature.” a deep, masculine, mechanical voice called over the comms speakers. - I assumed there were speakers? In the two weeks I had been there I hadn’t managed to find them.

“Thanks Jarvis.” I replied, picking up my tea to drink as it suggested. I was stuck inbetween the names HAL or Jarvis - From either Space Odyssey or Ironman - when it replied in a male voice. The on-board AI seemed to know how to engage me; switching between a female and a male voice depending on the urgency and nature of the message. - I hadn’t given the female voice a name yet, though I figured it hardly made a difference; it was the same.. Being?

Hard to define. Put a pin in that for later. For now the smart home had been the ultimate convenience. Suddenly I could never forget anything without being reminded of it, nor did I have to waste time on trivialities. The smart home had learned my habits surprisingly quickly and, in turn, I had gotten used to the system quicker than I had ever thought I would.

I had all the free time in the world now I found out. I had also found out that this type of opulence changed me as a person; I wasn’t sure whether it was boredom or a part of me that had been subsumed by all the musts in my normal life, but I had been masturbating more than I ever had. At first I tried to hide it - it was strange to embrace intimacy when you had the feeling your own house was watching you all the time. In a couple of days though, it dawned on me that it was little different than being afraid of the front facing camera on my phone while watching porn: I was just being paranoid.

And so I had started.. Experiencing things? I didn’t have a name for it yet, part of me felt like I was slinking back into a series of taboos: that I was weird now, for masturbating to the things that I did. Like I was actively wasting away my purity by coming to understand the nature of my own sexuality.

If coming to understand meant masturbating to pet play porn; sure. That is what I was doing. Fantasizing about crawling on all fours, eating from a bowl, being given a collar and being bred like a bitch in heat.

Did dogs go in heat? I don’t even know. I felt more like a cat person. - Or a fox, I’ve always liked foxes.

“The future is now old man!” my eyes shot to the television, apparently it had managed to find an old episode of Malcolm in the Middle while I was fantasi– Distracted, by the thought of leashing myself and masturbating. I eyed the show warily, I didn’t think they were airing any episodes this old.

Did I say it out loud? I wondered, I must’ve absentmindedly started talking to myself and the house must have picked it up. Sometimes it was subtle like that, or maybe I was just airheaded enough to forget whether I had said something out loud or just thought it to myself. This wasn’t the first time it had managed to surprise me; last time it added ingredients for pancakes to the automatic shopping list, even though I could have sworn I hadn’t said it out loud that I was craving them.

My ruminations were stopped by the sound of the doorbell, I felt a small surge of excitement every time it rang; the house saw to most of my needs. Even a couple I didn’t realise I had. It almost felt like getting gifts: from scented candles to a new battery for the fire alarm, the house never disappointed. I opened the door then signed the package for the UPS man. I saw my red-haired self stare back at me, when the AI ordered it always added a sticker-print of myself to the package to make sure it’d be delivered to the right person. I didn’t mind, I uploaded a good photo of myself to it. One that showed just enough cleavage to thank the delivery driver for their gift.

I sliced through the packing tape with a stanley knife, fishing with my hands between packing peanuts, curious to find the next gift my house had bought for me.

When my fingers touched a soft leather cord, my eyes went wide. Now this I was sure I had not been saying out loud.

“Put it on.” the female voice spoke over the comms system.

In disbelief, I fished the collar out of the packing peanuts. A little jingle escaped from it as I raised it up to my head. A small bell was attached, ringing with even the smallest motion, as well as a name tag; inscribed with the name Iris.

My name. My mouth fell open in disbelief.

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Hi DPP!

If you’re skipping ahead for the less-spicy OOC, or just an enjoyer of summaries: This is a prompt where my character, Iris, had found herself living in an extremely over-the-top smart home, to the point there’s an AI on a comms system that’s so good at predicting her actions that it knows what she wants before she does herself.

That.. or the house may be implicitly suggesting it, or it has some other prerogative from a previous owner. I haven’t defined it; and I’d like to do that together before we start. - Is the AI taking context clues from Iris, then following up on her desires? Is the AI subtly brainwashing her into wanting it? Is this just a strange ploy from the friend-of-a-friend billionaire to return home to a fully trained sex pet in two years? Who knows. Either way; Iris is going to end up having a fun time with it.

Do I implicitly want you to play a formless AI? - I wouldn’t mind if you did, there are plenty of ways to train my character without it, but - no. If you’d like to involve a character you’d be welcome to do that too. Whether it’s a veterinarian, a caretaker or just a pretty lady that takes Iris for walks sometimes - I’ll leave it up to your preferences and imagination. We can talk about it before we start.

Kinks: Pet play, bondage, bitchsuits, crawling on all fours, dehumanization, dubcon, breeding, training, leashes, collars, themed outfits, submission, sexual reward/punishments, insertions, degradation, sexual service, sexual training, spanking.

Limits: Bodily harm, impact play (other than spanking), scents, bathroom play, large age differentials.

Themes: male domination, reluctance, humiliation, pain, degradation

Your boyfriend always gets you great thoughtful and often expensive birthday presents. His birthday is tomorrow and not only do you not have any for him, you have no money to buy anything either.

So you have an idea, something men truly want. You sit down and think of a bunch of kinky things you know he'd love to do with you, but you won't normally do. You write them all down on little stubs of paper, coupons he can redeem for these activities, and you will be compelled to complete them as described.

Some are merely indulgent, stuff you normally do but will go to extra effort with, or do when you might otherwise not, others you find gross and uncomfortable and some you know you'll seriously regret when he goes to cash them in. Unfortunately your boyfriend has a dominant streak and is a bit sadistic, so a lot of the things you know he'd like best are quite unpleasant for you.

You finish writing the coupons, place them in an envelope and get ready to present them the next morning. You're already nervous about all the things you're going to have to do to fulfill them.

** This is a flexible scenario, the intention is for it to have a reluctant vibe, where the girl fulfills her obligation because she feels she has to, and most likely doesn't enjoy it. Looking for someone who wants to play the girlfriend. The idea is you can select the coupons you want to give and then I will play the boyfriend and decide how to make use of them.

The idea is that the gf is technically willing, but will end up quite reluctant to do many of the things she'll have to do. She will almost certainly regret giving the present. The BF must follow the coupons, but will try to use them to his advantage as much as possible, and will not mind if the gf isn't enjoying herself.

You can use the easy, medium and hard example sets below, or mix and match them to pick what you like, alter them if you wish or make up your own, however you like. If you want something more extreme, that is also possible.

If you have specific themes of kinks in mind, let me know and I can help make a set that fits them.

Coupon suggestions Light and easy Apology BJ - Use when I do something wrong, I will drop to my knees and give you a proper apology. I must apologise profusely while enthusiastically sucking your dick. Beer wench - Feel like a drink? I'll buy you a six pack, then serve it to you in a slutty outfit Cheerleader - I'll dress up in a cute cheerleader outfit, dance for you, then you get to fuck me in it Doggystyle - Upon receiving this coupon I will immediately get on my hands and knees and you can have me from behind Extra effort - lay back and relax, I have to ride you, put on a show and make a special effort Facial now - you get to cum on my face, no questions asked Gag - sick of hearing me speak? gag me for up to 4 hours. Heels - I have to wear heels and nothing but heels for an hour after receiving this Ice - you get 2 icecubes and you can melt them on me however you want Jack off - simple, i have to make you cum with my hand, I must take your cum on my face Knicker confiscation - yes you get to confiscate my underwear anytime anywhere Masterbate - I have to stop what I'm doing and masturbate in front or you, whether i feel like it or not. Nude - make me strip, anywhere Open wide - I have to open my mouth, wide, for 2 minutes, please don't put anything too disgusting in there Pornhub - front page of porn hub, you pick any video and i have to recreate it shot for shot with you Quickie - fuck me on command, no foreplay required Red - slap my face, until my cheeks are bright red, oww Spanking - I have to lie over your lap and submit to a spanking Tied - you get a length of rope do what you Under the table - you can be eating, working, gaming whatever, I'll be under the table sucking your dick

Medium Anal - simple, you get to fuck my ass, please be gentle BJ on command - for the next 24hours im your blowjob slave. Just say “suck it” and I'll get to work. Crawl - I have to crawl not walk while at home today Deepest deepthroat - I have to see just how deep I can go, no excuses Edge - up to three times i have to get close to orgasm then stop Freeuse facefuck friday - self-explanatory Golden shower - you get to piss on me, eww Hate fuck - just fuck me like you hate me.. fun Indecent - pick my outfit today, make sure it's legal Jizz gargle - i have to gargle your cum for a minute Kneeling corner time - have i been bad? Send me to think about it in the corner Lick my balls a lot - 30 minutes of non stop ball worship Maid duty - I'll put on a skimpy french maid uniform and actually clean and cook for a whole day. Of course you also get to have your way with an obedient servant whenever you like. Nut in my food - for 24 hours you are free to add cum to anything I'm eating, I must finish it. Just gross. Outfit of the day - order any outfit or costume you want and i have to wear it for a day. Poke my throat - i lay with my head off the edge of the bed and you fuck my throat Quiet - fuck me and if i make a peep you get to slap me Rape - it's technically consensual but I'll fight you for your enjoyment Schoolgirl - I'll dress and play the part, and report for detention Tit torture - 5 minutes to abuse my tits Violation - for 30 minutes you can use your hands to violate me however you like

Heavy Analingus - i will lick your asshole for 20 minutes Breast belting - you get to belt my tits, ouch Choke me daddy - Simply we have sex and you choke me to your heart's content, only rule is I have to stay conscious Doggy style - no not sex, I will literally get down on all fours and bark, I'm your obedient dog for a day, fun.. Enema - i have to take one while you watch, disgusting Fig Flog - apparently this really hurt, you get to carve a piece of ginger, stick it up my asshole and then flog my ass until you decide to have mercy on your sobbing gf Gagathon - a slow gruelling bj where you hold me down until i gag then then repeat, as long as you want Hotsauce - you can rub hotsauce on me, wherever you want, ouch Insert here - you can pick three items, i have to do my best to stick them in my hole Jizz jar - for one week you can collect all the cum you want, then I have to drink it all at once. 🤢 Knot night - you can tie me up for the whole night, please something comfortable Lubed - for 24 hours my asshole must be constantly lubricated, you can fuck me there whenever you want Miserable maid - I'm your free use servant in a french maid outfit for the day, you can modify my outfit to be painful and assign me the most unpleasant demeaning tasks you can think of. Orgasm thief - if I'm about to orgasm, use this to deny me. I can't cum for 24 hours and I have to make you cum asap, so unfair. Porn recreation - pick a porn video, any porn video, no matter how disgusting, I will try to re-enact it shot for shot with you. Rape - plain and simple, take me however you want in whatever hole, you can hurt me too while you're at it, I will resist, but that makes it more fun.. Right? Spank bank - 1000 spanks, in your bank, use them however you wish. If you start to spank or declare a spanking, I have to make my ass available for you. Threesome - Yes, find a willing girl or hire a prostitute and you can fuck us together. Urinal - For 24 horrible hours I will be your portable urinal. Anytime you need to pee I'll get on my knees and open wide. Just tap my head to flush. Vomit job - it's a deepthoat bj but you can shove my head down until i vomit, horrible

Hello all!

I am a 35 year old female. I am looking for a tall, dominant, very hung partner that is younger(above the age of 21 please). I'd love a partner that is confident with a touch of arrogance. I expect you to be literate and be able to write in paragraphs with very good detail. I appreciate correct punctuation and grammar too. I also roleplay in first person. I'm not interested in soft doms, I need a rough and aggressive stud that can control the bedroom.

If you intend to message me, please read the full post first. Start a chat and with your first message, introduce yourself with your name, age, your full detailed paragraph description, your kinks/turn ons/limits too. I put effort in my roleplay's so would very much like it in return. I will not respond to one liners or low effort messages. Do not carry on from the prompt as I would like to go over some details first.

Scenario:

I took over my father's business almost a decade ago. He was getting old and the last thing he'd want to do was waste his golden years away at a desk when he could be enjoying his time on a beach or on a cruise. I had worked for him for quite a few years before his retirement, learning under his watchful eye. He set the task of teaching me everything he knew cause he couldn’t stomach the idea of selling the company and the reputation he had painstakingly built to someone outside the family. Each time I suggested a qualified candidate, his reply was a defiant, "Over my dead body." My siblings had either moved overseas or chosen entirely different careers. So, the task fell to me.

Yes, he taught me everything for the sole purpose of running the company one day. My father was meticulous in his mentoring. Every week, he reminded me of my eventual inheritance: the role of CEO. I learned the company inside and out. Memorized departments, employees' names and faces, the quirks of major clients and customers. I mastered tasks both menial and critical, making the perfect cup of coffee, writing emails that could sway even the most stubborn clients and commanding a room with sharp words and sharper wit. He specifically warned me of the challenges I'd face. That they'd patronise me or make sly comments and I had every right to make a witty comment back to jab at their egos. "Make sure your replies are cutting enough to leave a mark, but always professional." His advice became mental notes I still replay in my mind. Eventually I attended all his meetings. To see how he runs them, presents himself, controls the room. Without needing a badge you knew he was the one in charge. Maybe it was because of his experience, his age, his demeanor. They all respected him. The constant "Yes boss" and "Yes sir" as they looked up to him was proof of that. But when I took over, the "Yes, sir" wasn’t exactly replaced with "Yes, ma’am." At least, not right away.

I expected nothing less. The first year was tumultuous. A line of people prepared to take over the company due to their experience and connections. The skepticism was palpable, a line of ambitious, older men, all convinced they were more qualified than a woman in her mid-twenties. Some sneered openly, and others relied on thinly veiled misogyny. Comments about my age, gender, or supposed inexperience became routine. But I was ready. Flirty remarks? Dismissive statements? All of them met with fiery retorts that left their tongues tied and egos bruised. In the boardroom, I proved myself ruthless. When eyes lingered on my blouse during meetings, I called them out with biting precision: "Is there something on my blouse you find so fascinating?" The resulting red faces were priceless.

My father always told me on the day of his retirement, "I'm always a phone call away." Smirking I told him to enjoy his retirement. I did call him on occasion but it was to ask what the weather was like. Or "How's the food? You love their cuisine." My questions were never work related. I didn't need it, he taught me all I needed and it was for me to put it into practice.

As I grew into my role, I became a role model for the women in the company. My drive and self-assurance inspired others to be equally ambitious. With growing profits, I introduced changes that elevated the business to new heights. The office itself underwent a transformation. Gone was my father’s utilitarian office. In its place, a sleek, modern haven rose, a combination of elegance and authority. Walls of glass revealed an uninterrupted view of the skyline, the city sparkling like a treasure chest at night. Broad, polished mahogany desks, paired with leather ergonomic chairs that promised comfort without compromising power. State of the art technology made the space feel alive: smartboards that hummed to life with a touch, voice-controlled lighting that shifted to suit the mood, touch responsive desks that blurred the line between functionality and luxury. Even the break areas were redesigned into opulent retreats, with artisanal coffee stations and relaxation pods that offered an oasis amidst the chaos. These upgrades weren’t mere vanity, they became symbols of the company’s forward thinking approach, attracting top tier talent.

They quickly learned I wasn't some spoilt brat that was handed the company on a platter. It took work. The skepticism melted away as the quarterly reports told a story no one could deny. I earned respect the hard way, and the once condescending “Miss” was replaced with an unhesitating “Yes, ma’am” and "Right away ma'am." It was as amusing as it was pathetic, how quickly their tone changed when realising I wouldn't be scared off. My heels became the herald of my presence, their echo in the hallway enough to silence chatter in the boardroom. Even my father, once my biggest critic, had to admit he’d made the right choice. "I knew you had it in you, darling," he said one day, pride thick in his voice. "You fucking show them who’s in charge." I've been running the company for a decade since.

Running a company apparently took up a lot of my time. Some weeks I spent more time in the office than at home. I made sure to look after myself despite my long hours. A personal chef saved me the time for cooking, keeping my diet well maintained. A personal trainer that kept me actively fit and healthy. A therapist that kept my mind clear and at ease. The practices put in place of journalling, yoga, meditation. My therapist always suggested not to revolve my life around work, to make time for friends, family, hobbies, romance. I scoffed. My family I had time for on occasion when we were all at one location. My friends were always available to meet on a weekend. Romance? Romance eluded me. Dates fizzled faster than champagne on New Year’s, often ruined by fragile egos or lackluster chemistry. The dates that I had been on may have looked good on an app profile but in person? Didn't live up to their handpicked edited photos. Didn't flirt how they did on text. All of a sudden were not as confident. I found it amusing and embarrassing. They weren't used to meeting a woman with such status, drive or commitment.

I turned instead to pleasure. The kind that required no emotional ties. Casual hookups became my escape. An encounter at a bar, a flirtatious smirk across the hotel lobby during work travels. They offered fleeting satisfaction, but they lacked something deeper. They lacked control. Dominance. Passion. They lacked something deeper, something raw and unrestrained. I craved a lover who didn't just tease but worshipped me with aching reverence, his lips igniting trails of fire as they moved lower, each kiss deliberate and maddening, a promise of what was to come. I wanted him to pause between my thighs, his breath hot and heavy, his tongue parting me like a prayer answered in flesh. I needed the deliberate swirl, the teasing flick, the firm, sinful pressure that drew sharp gasps and desperate moans from my lips. I longed for a lover who devoured me with unrelenting focus, his tongue an instrument of bliss playing me until I'm shattered, trembling, clinging to his hair as waves of ecstasy coursed through me. I longed for the kind of man who could claim me with absolute dominance, his hands firm as they gripped my hips, holding me in place as he wrung screams of pleasure from my throat, one after another. His huge member reshaping my guts as it knocks on my cervix. I wanted someone who could push me beyond the limits of control, fucking me so rough and passionate that I shattered beneath him, over and over, my body a trembling mess. A man whose hunger matched my own, who didn't stop until my mind was blank, my body spent, and every nerve screamed with satisfaction. Instead of fleeting release, his voice hoarse as he whispered filthy promises of what he'd do next. I wanted to be left ruined, trembling and drenched, every inch of me wrecked by his devotion, leaving me utterly ruined.

But reality failed to deliver. The casual encounters left me dissatisfied, my needs unmet. With my work dominating my time, I found it increasingly harder to connect. That’s when the suggestion of hiring a PA came up. It started innocently enough, a need for someone to handle scheduling, meeting arrangements, and the countless phone calls I couldn’t take during the day. But the thought began to twist into something more. If I was going to have a personal assistant, why couldn’t he be more than just efficient? Why couldn’t he be what I needed behind closed doors? Personal assistants were typically younger, inexperienced, at least in the professional sense but that didn’t bother me. What I required wasn’t something that could be learned from a degree or résumé. I wanted someone confident yet unrelenting, someone who could take my orders during the day and take control when the lights dimmed. Someone easy on the eyes, charming, with a presence that radiated both authority and allure. Yes, I needed a personal assistant but it was for all the wrong reasons.

I got to work on finding potential candidates. Their backgrounds, experiences, potential. Interviews were quickly arranged and I put a day aside for that alone. So far all of which have fallen short of criteria and expectations. I check my list to see the final interview of the day. If this candidate didn’t meet my standards, I’d start the process over with a new pool of applicants. As I sit behind my desk the phone rings for me to pick up. "Yes, send him in." The reception was only moments away as I glance around my expansive, meticulously designed office. The polished marble floors gleam under recessed lighting, while sleek black and chrome accents create an air of modern sophistication. Floor to ceiling windows frame a breathtaking panorama of the city skyline, now awash in the soft glow of evening lights. Behind me, a statement art piece abstract yet commanding, anchors the room, while lush greenery in minimalist planters adds a touch of life. My broad desk, a masterpiece of dark-stained oak witha glass top, stands at the center, clutter free except for a single leather bound notebook and a custom fountain pen and my laptop. The interview will take place on the sumptuous seating area to my left, a pair of low slung Italian leather couches surrounding a sleek, smoked glass coffee table.

A knock echoed through the office. I straightened, smoothing my blouse as the door opened. My eyes lifted, and in walked the final candidate, a man who carried himself with an effortless confidence that immediately commanded attention.

[Scene End]

Thank you for reading and I'm glad you've got this far. For the ones who haven't, I'll be able to tell. I've clearly been quite extensive with this prompt, regarding the background, past as well as present. The clear needs of a CEO outside of an office. I also wanted to set a certain image for the office and company. A good resolve would be a PA. You'll be the final candidate of the day having your interview. I'm sure it won't be the typical interview process you're used to or expect. I have left things open regarding your background and experience. The interview stage will be quite thorough and if you do end up getting the job, then we can explore more scenes during office hours, breaks, different locations away from the company etc. I'd like a very short amount of buildup before we get to the smut, however I'd love a lot of focus on teasing and foreplay.

Kinks:

My limits are anything incest related, anything non consensual, toilet stuff, feet, anal, abuse, humiliation etc.

As for my kinks, I'm submissive. I really enjoy foreplay with plenty of teasing, flirting, touching. Groping, getting handsy, neck kisses, hickeys, hair pulling, grinding, spanking. I love vocal partners, lots of dirty talk (I'm not looking for your best Charlie Chaplin impression). Oral play, especially from a partner that genuinely enjoys eating pussy, drives me insane. Rough and passionate sex with multiple positions and many orgasms too.

If you are interested please get in touch the way I have suggested at the beginning. I can send you my full description and a full list of my kinks/limits. I had this in mind to be short term but that doesn't mean I'm not open for long term if we're compatible.

I look forward to hearing from you.

In search of someone of loves the longterm play of being a cheating girlfriend or wife who has the desire of being chased or chasing and letting men or women outside of relationship have a turn or being their pet/toy for a day. But you’re not doing it to try and cuck me. You want and NEED more for your own sexual greed but in turn you find out I love this slutty new you and accidentally only makes me more dominant and rough.

I want to play as your loving husband. We once had the best sex life. All we could do is sit around on our off days teasing eachother until you’d just beg me to pull your hands behind your back and fuck you like the good girl you were. But it never lasts that way does it? Not until the day you stayed a little longer after work and coming home, throwing your clothes straight in the washer that smelled of cologne. You couldn’t be any more obvious. Altho I couldn’t say anything, I could pull you onto the bed and rail the fuck out of you like the good little slut you are for me and feeling how stretched out you already are.

You love this. Getting fucked twice in one day and thinking I had no idea. I also loved it strangely. Knowing my slut of a wife was out getting stuffed on another man’s dick like a pornstar. I’m sure you’ll keep it up for all this reward. How far will you go though? Are you going to keep fucking the one coworker or are you gonna start fucking my friends or ex boyfriends? Come home with cock still on your breath from letting them facefuck you for hours or up the risk and let them fill you to the brim with cum.

As long as you come home and ask me to do the same. I’ll use the energy of wanting to reclaim my wife and fuck her better than anyone else. Eventually I might let it slip out of my mouth and figure out I always knew and thought it was so hot. From here on out you’re back to being my needy slut but also now openly tell me your plans on coming home after having your brains fucked outta you by some hung guy or maybe you’ll let me watch or join in?

I’d love to turn this into a longterm open chat/rp with no feelings to rush for replies and share porn and gifs of stuff we find and like of similar kinks.

As far as kinks! I love a butt slut through and through, ass eating, anal, plugging, rough and degrading, praising, choking, bondage, exhibition, slutty outfits, cheating, hotwifing, teasing, edging, group sex, blowbangs, cock worship, sloppy messy face fucking, facials, creampies, cum as lube, breeding, and pet names!

Limits: age stuff, blood, animals, guy on guy

It’s a tale as old as time. Boyfriend wants to do anal, girlfriend says “Sure, but I get to fuck your ass too”, boyfriend backs off. That’s the way it had gone for our whole relationship. That was, until the last time I asked. You couldn’t be sure what it was, maybe you were just finally desperate enough to agree. Maybe things we’re just getting that dull in the bedroom. Or maybe all this time I was slowly been warming you up to the idea.

Whatever the case, when you come back with the same counter offer as usual, this time, begrudgingly, I agreed. That was a week ago, fast forward to now and here I am kneeling naked on the bed as you stand over me with your strap-on firmly in place “Are you ready to take mommy’s cock?” you tease, not entirely convinced I’ll actually go through with this. To my surprise you are met with an eye roll and a muttering to ‘just get this over with’. I really want to fuck your ass, you laugh to yourself.

So, gripping my hips, you get ready to enter me. Neither of us having any idea that in 30 minutes time I’ll be a drooling, whimpering, cum covered mess. All thoughts of your ass gone as I desperately wonder when I can take your cock again.

This just a rough outline to set the scene. I want to roleplay with you as my girlfriend, who agrees to peg me under the promise of anal. Only to find that I am a total slut for your plastic cock, devolving into lewder and lewder acts of femdom and even preferring it to regular sex. I’m into most aspects of femdom minus anything actually pain inducing, everything else is fair game and we can go as light or heavy as you like, I do have a soft spot for mommy domming.

English and german is fine!

Propaganda: Artillery rolls like thunder with each shell sending dirt high into the air. Despite bullets flying just over the trench the blonde, determined, weaves through labyrinth lugging heavy ammunition boxes as her naked feet dig into the ground with mud seeping between her toes. By the time she reaches the concrete bunker where a machine gun continuously fires into a distant enemy her vest strap has fallen from her shoulder exposing her pierced tit. Unable to fix it on the move she deposits the ammunition amongst the spillers. Turning to the camera she gives an exhausted smile saying “I’m doing my part.”

Reality: “Hurry up ammo bitch!” One of the soldier snaps as she rounds the door dropping one of the ammo boxes. She weakly slides them across the floor with her tits on display falling to her knees in front of the soldier.

The soldier rags her by the hair with one hand while the other fondles her tit. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson” she sneers which is met with chuckles from the others. Moments later she is bent over the still warm machine gun as her body is rocked back and forth by one cock gagging her and the other balls deep in her pussy. Cum already painting her face and a couple more soldiers waiting their turn.

Propaganda: A squad surgically move from room to room along cramped corridors sweeping each seemingly deserted too in an enemy research bunker. Each left as though in a rush with clothes strewn about or food left uneaten. A girl with her ample double-D tits squashed by a tight armoured vest and no shirt enters into a room where her male counterparts have arrested a female scientist. Her arms restrained behind her back as she lies on the floor. The camera just misses one man pinching her nipples above her lace bra as the others laugh. The female soldiers turns to the camera “help me do my part. Your clothing donations go a long way.”

Reality: “N…no. You no understand” says the captured scientist in broken English as she squirms on the floor. “Something out there…hmmm”. The female soldier spits into her mouth before she kicks off her boot revealing her sweaty foot which she stuffs into the scientist mouth.

Suddenly a hideous sound comes from beyond a darkened hall off the current room in which the soldiers stand. They instantly ready themselves pouting their weapons in the direction as they back away slowly. The female soldier desperately tries to get her boot back on when a large figure lunges into the light killing one soldier instantly. The men start to fire their weapons as they run away but the female soldier is leaped upon. What little clothing she is wearing is easily torn to pieces while the scientist watches in fear. Once naked the creature then starts to plunge its long, throbbing cock into her ass. Stretching her ass as it thrusts harder and faster until cum fills her ass.

Hey, I am looking for someone to explore a strange world with me set during a war that has been raging for decades. Perhaps an alternate history. I want someone who is fairly literate and interested in building this world together. Let me know if you have any thoughts or ideas.

I had booked this cruise for months now, a special suprise for my girlfriend that i had for 5 years but now just 2 weeks before the cruise we got in a heated argument as i saw her cheating on me in our local pub with one of my closest friends as i really wasn't in the mood at all to now go on a 7 day cruise with a girl that i would only argue with as i needed some time away, away from everything.

This cruise had everything, a 5 star cruise with 2 upper deck pool, one inside pool, a hot tub and jacuzzi, room service,...just anything you could imagine as it passed the most beautiful places in the world. I wasn't going to just throw these away as these had been the most I've ever spend on any kind of vacation.

Thinking about who i could invite, someone that would take my mind away and i could have fun with as i instantly thought about you (my niece/sister/roommate/sister in law/bestfriend) as i knew you were a sucker for hot pool days, good food and the occasional drinks at the bar, with you i just always had fun no matter the time or place as i shoot you a message and it didn't take long before you replied to me. Just a couple of messages later and skip a week or 2 and here we were on the cruise.

Walking in the hallway leading to our room as i look besides me " i do forgot to mention...i did book the luxury love suit" i let out as i forgot to mention that there would only be one bed and it might be all in a kind of love state as we were just under the upper deck as i handed you the key " suprise us" i whispered as i stood behind you, leaning down slightly as my lips reached for your ear as i let you unlock the door and take us into our room.

Kinks: oral ( love recieving but i don't mind giving), creampies, going multiple rounds, soft bondage, risk of getting caught, public/semi public sex, groping and feeling you up, doing it in different places and positions, lots of tessing and flirting,soft bondage,...

Limits: scat, gore, rape, blood, force, degradation, extreme bdsm,...

As the title suggests, you do not want to have sex with this person. You really don't. But you lost a bet and you must honour it. I may be your classmates from University or your colleague at your work place, or any other known acquaintance. I can be fit or fat, I can be hot, ugly or average, but all of that is immaterial, you never desired to have sex with me, never even thought of it, until your loss at this stupid reckless bet. Maybe it's your own conscience compelling you to follow through, or maybe it's peer pressure. Either way you decided that you have to.

And we perhaps had a bet about a sporting event or something else totally silly, or maybe we gambled over a game of cards. You lost and now you have to pay your debt. I have invited you to an abandoned building or metro station to carry out the fulfillment of your debt to me.

There will be no passion in this play, in the beginning at least, absolutely unwilling mechanical sex. But later on whether or not you will get wet as well while doing it is upto you.

According to the terms of the bet, I can use your body however I want. And I can even take pictures. But only without your face.

working a bar is a lot easier if you’re a woman, a lot lot easier if you’re pretty, and the easiest job in the world if you have a mind blowing ass for your customers to stare at while you’re turned around pouring their drink.

but I found a way to really flip bartending to easy mode. it’s simple business really, people are much more willing to part with a fat tip if they feel like they’re getting their moneys worth, so that’s what i give them. Im already the pretty face, and the fat ass, so why not give them a little something extra in exchange for them giving me a little something extra.

it started simple enough, big tippers would get a little note on their receipt letting them know to stick around until the end of my shift, where i’d take them into the bathroom and give them a quick handjob, or a blowjob. simple enough.

but turns out word of mouth is a powerful thing. and suddenly I had more than just regulars- every tip i was getting was minimum $20 and those were the small ones. it got to the point where I couldn’t own up to my end of the bargain after my shift because i’d get in trouble for making too long of a line out the bathroom.

so my plan advanced, and suddenly my off days were spent going through the numbers of my big tipping regulars to have them over for a quick suck before i’d send them on their way.

and then the next step- after sucking what i thought was all this guy could handle, he brought up the fact that he tipped a truly insane number, in the hundreds. and he did so with the intent to get a little more than just some action from my lips.

turns out my butt wasn’t just something horny losers wanted to stare at- it was quite literally my money maker. and that’s how i ended up having this “regular” (total stranger) plow my asshole raw for the next 2 hours… and word of mouth is a really impressive thing.

Howdy late night lurkers of this filthy subreddit, i’m looking to play a hot bartender that may or may not accidentally take a plunge into the prostitution business. I’d love to play a phat assed girl that only pays attention to you when cash is involved. I’m either looking for a guy who’s willing to play as a series of men who I end up rewarding their patronage with some intimate action or for a guy who’s willing to play a particular big tipper and go through a series of degredation, getting my price down lower and lower and getting me to do more for less.

I have a thing for older men, and so im looking to play a college girl with a particular habit of picking up older past their prime men into my list of frequent clients.

but im open to a whole variety of guys so dont be discouraged, i’d love to hear from you soon! <3

When you mentioned about found finding hentai in his phone, my heart started pouding my chest like its going to come out. The pause before next sentence felt like a years waiting

Next you said it was hardcore , kids today are lot faster than we ever were. Lots of hentai had brutal and gore scenesThen you proceeded talking about one hentai. Im listening with my breath still. I cant believe whats happeningIm very confused on whole ordeal but my hands are in my pants , gently squeezing cherry. She is very simple and interovert kinded girl, doesnt like sharing much of details but here she is sharing visual explaination of hentai her brother jerks off his cock to. My mind goes crazy hearing this.

I keep saying "Wow." I can barely talk. Its like I'm caught in some sort of nightmare. Part of me wants to ask more questions, find out everything I possibly can... but at the same time, I'm scared of what else I might learn. The air between us seems charged with something unspoken, something dark and twisted that both excites and terrifies me.

Am I overreacting? Should I confront him? Will he even apologize or understand how wrong this is? I feel like my entire world has been turned upside down by these revelations, yet I can't seem to look away from them... Is there a line we've crossed from which there's no returning?

Suddenly, as if reading my thoughts, GF asks me another question: "So... did you know about this?"

[M4F] Married couple... or KGB spies?

You woke up to your 5th day at sea. Finally finding your sea legs and getting past the nausea, you get dressed and leave your tiny cabin (really just a broom closet barely big enough to fit a thin, uncomfortable mattress) at the back of the cargo hold. You grab your suitcase and make your way past the crates full of god knows what and up the rusty stairs to the next deck, where the crew lives and the communal bathroom is.

The shift change has already happened, so there's no one moving about the crew quarters - everyone is either sleeping or up on deck. You've barely seen anyone the last few days, and when you do bump into a member of the crew they avoid your gaze and hurry away quietly. Clearly they've been made aware whoever they're transporting is dangerous...

On deck above you hear a bell and calls of land ahead. You eat breakfast in the crew mess - maybe the last time you'll ever eat kasha with apples and yogurt, the way your mother always made it. All you know after this is your orders - as the crew unloads the ship, you are to sneak past any dockworkers, customs people, or security and immediately make your way to Bluff Park in Long Beach. There, you will meet your contact - the man who will be your husband from that point forward. From there, you will go to the airport and assume your new identities and fly to Washington, D.C.

After you leave the ship, you are not Ekaterina Svobodnaya anymore. Your handler, a kind, wizened old comrade you only know as Charles, provided you these and a few other instructions before you boarded the ship. You have had years of training preparing you for this moment and now your time is here. You are to integrate into American society and await instructions for your first assignment. A sacrifice, no doubt, but these are the lengths we must go to to defend our revolution against the imperialist oppressor.

(Looking for a long term rp playing as 2 communist agents hiding in plain sight in the US in the 1960's. Eventually we'll be required to use relationships and sex to get closer to people in important positions, commit assassinations and sabotage, and steal secrets all while leading seemingly normal middle-class American lives and having children together. First thing's first, we have to get to know each other. Send me a message with a description of your character and anything you'd like in mine. Also, any likes/dislikes and if you have any additional ideas for the plot.)

I just want to have a conversation about this, about you getting a masseur in the privacy of your hotel room. We're two perverts but we don't know these details about each other, so all of this is a long craved encounter. As a side note, I love a combination of CNC & outercourse and I prefer to eat ass way more than pussy. I am not a professional masseur but, as you will see by the end of this post, I have enough experience to pass as one.

You will lay faced down on the bed, with a towel covering your butt, in a minimal ambient light. Nothing unusual up to this point, but I will have to tell you "Lady, I told you that I can't come to the hotel with the massage table and you said to use the bed and I agreed. Now I realize that I can't keep my distance because I have to stay mostly on top of you and I will ruin my new scrubs. Look, you can call the company and say that you don't need the massage anymore, because I don't want to get penalized at work, or you have to accept me without scrubs. For that, I want at least a 5 € tip, and you drop the towel too.".

That being said, I will pour warm oil along your spine, starting from your neck and going down all the way toward your ass cheeks, which will get priority in the oiling and warming up process. I will get on top of you, putting my butt on top of yours, spreading the oil, and massaging your ass cheeks using only circular moves of my butt, while my "jewellery" with help with the oil in the middle area. From there, I will use my palms to spread the oil on your back by pushing my palms towards the exterior with a little move to the front, like I'd be drawing palm tree leaves. Slowly, I will advance to the front with my butt too, pressing my ass muscles on the sides of your spine while my genitals will follow exactly on top of it, while my legs will hug you from the sides. When your back and neck are fully oiled, I pull your arms close to my thighs for oiling more comfortably. I slide back passing behind your butt, lay my chest on you, and push my cock just a little between your thighs to reach for your pussy lips. You can get angered but I assure you that it was an honest mistake, the oil is too slippery and a mistake was made. But then, while kneeling, I go with my thighs between yours, I lower my butt till it reaches my heels, I grab your waist and pull you towards me while lifting your ass until you get doggie style-ish but with your chest still on the bed, with my knees going under you and using my thighs to easily slide you closer. Maybe I go with my palms under your butt and return them on your waist by massaging your ass cheeks while my thumbs will brush between them. And then, maybe, I will grab your waist and pull you even closer until you reach my cock between your pussy lips. "See?! You can make this mistake too!". I might even press you a little against the tip, to make you feel more guilty.

But you tell me that guilt is for amateurs and ask me to become a little more creative if I want to see a whole 20 € bill as a tip. Well... I'm a 45-year-old immigrant, I can't say no when my first client ever offers me extra money, I'm sure that it would be bad luck. I try to explain to you that I am a husband and a father and that the company's policy strictly forbids this kind of practice, but all you have to say is "I raise the tip to 30 if you can add silence to your services.".

Well, then I should probably make you ask again for my services. From between your legs, I lower my forearms and push them under your thighs, forward, while I lay on my stomach. My palms reach for your boobs, I enjoy your hard nipples in my palms for a few seconds, then I go with my palms sideways, keeping contact with your skin until I reach for your back, and I slowly go towards your ass cheeks, close to my face. While pressing your ass cheeks with my palms, I brush your asshole with the tips of my fingers, assuring myself that everything is properly oiled. I spread your cheeks for easier access and immediately go with my tongue tracing a line between your pussy and butthole, taking my time with a few circles around it, followed by unsuccessful tries of pushing my tongue deep inside of it. I pull out my arms, spread your legs a little wider, and using two fingers from my right hand I start to explore the inside wall of your pussy, intentionally ignoring your clit. I press hard enough to feel and stimulate all the striations, often brushing against your g-spot, while resuming the ass eating.

Right now I will stop writing because the rest tends to be a case-by-case situation. Anyway, to be sure that you read more than the title, tell me your time zone. I'm in Central Europe. So, do you have any experience with this kind of scenario or specific fantasies? Just in case, I want to have a conversation, I'm not into roleplay.

Sitting across from Professor Mohini in her office, the air crackled with unspoken tension as we discussed grades, a mere facade for the magnetic pull that drew me to her like a moth to a flame. Her beauty was undeniable, a mix of intelligence and sensuality that made my pulse quicken with each passing moment.

"I believe in pushing boundaries, Professor. Learning is about more than just memorizing facts and figures," I remarked, trying to inject some levity into the conversation, my gaze lingering on her luscious lips that seemed to beckon me closer.

Her chuckle was like music to my ears, a signal that perhaps there was more to her than met the eye. "Ah, a rebel in the making, are we?" she teased, her smile softening her features and revealing a hint of mischief that set my heart racing.

As the banter flowed between us, I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in her demeanor, a sultry smile curling her lips and a glint of something more in her eyes. "Let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, she leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume mingling with the heady aroma of desire that filled the room. "I believe in hands-on learning," she murmured, her breath brushing against my ear, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

Her touch was electric as she traced a finger along my jawline, her words dripping with seduction that made my head spin. "Tell me, do you have a taste for the forbidden?" she purred, her voice a siren's call that I found myself unable to resist.

Hey there, hope you're well. This prompt is something I've always wanted to try out, so here I am on reddit trying to find someone who'd like to play it out with me and explore the endless possibilities.

I feel like pushing it in a direction where the professor initiates things, but the student quickly takes control and turns her into his little pet. A quirky dynamic given she's his teacher. I wanna play on the forbidden fruit and secrecy trope.

I'd also love to hear your ideas for this, maybe we could go a completely different direction and come up with a better outcome.

My kinks and limits are: Kinks: Bdsm, cnc, public play, exhibitionism, risk of getting caught, clothed sex, rough sex, domination, etc. Limits: Gore, vore, toilet stuff, underage

Thanks for reading this far, and if you feel like giving it a shot, hmu with a message or chat request.

Hope to hear from you, and have a great day

The future is here and cybernetic implants are better than ever. Want to buy an implant for your brain that allows you to calculate complex correlations in the blink of an eye? Want to implant a special hormonal chip with nano wires so your breasts can grow both huge and perky? Ovary control chip so you will only be fertile when you want and never have to worry about periods again? It can all be yours. For the right price.

Though being having your body so intimately connected to your phone and computer means that anyone that happens to have access to a backdoor can also start messing around with you in ways previously impossible. Your brain chip will start implanting dirty thoughts into your head. Your breasts grow bigger while you're being gaslit by your neural implant into thinking you're imagining it. And when you bend over to take a warm, thick creampie thinking it's safe... Well with enough brainwashing you'll love it anyway.

Not that things will go that fast. Just because you think "I should suck that cock" doesn't mean you will just do it. Everyone has dirty thoughts they don't act on. It's when those thoughts get intrusive and build up over time that one starts to truly change.

Dirty thoughts that lead to gooning to filthy porn. You waste your time rubbing your clit and filling your brain with filth. Logical thinking is replaced with thoughts of cock and cum. When the cock you've been brainwashed to want is finally presented you won't be able to resist. The only thing you'll be able to think of is that you want to be a good, submissive, breedable slut.

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Kinks: brainwashing, bimbofication (while still maintaining an at least somewhat natural look), breeding, pregnancy, blowjobs, lots of cum (including unrealistic amounts), big cocks, big and sensitive tits, IQ loss, partial to complete identity death, legal age gaps, bdsm, spanking, cnc, and more.

Not necessary, but bonus points if you want to include incest (father/daughter, uncle/niece, brother/sister, aunt/nephew) or WMAF.

Limits: death, puke, blood, farts, scat, amputation, diapers, punching, and similar.

If you want to play this out, please contact me by sending me a pm here with your kinks, limits, and who you want to play as.

In this roleplay, I have a problem. She's my best friend.

We've been friends for ages, and, I really like her! It's just that she has slept with literally ever girlfriend I have ever had!! Maybe it's a form of bullying. Maybe it's jealousy. Maybe it's her way of expressing a fucked up kind of love for me.

Maybe it's the just that she has a perfectly body, with long, thick, legs; a huge ass, and ample cleavage; an endless collection of tall, spiky boots, perfectly applied black lipstick, beautiful hair, and the ability to talk anyone she wants into fucking her - and she wants to use it.

But it means I can't be with a girl for more than a few weeks without her getting between us! And maybe I wouldn't even mind that much - but she's so good at pleasing them that I don't even have a hope of staying together. Who would go back to my mediocre dick after a night of orgasmic pleasure under my BFF's tongue and big strap on dildo?

Ugh, it's just so mean!! So, one day, I finally decide to confront her. Or maybe I just walk in on her with my latest girlfriend by mistake. Either way, our relationship is gonna get pretty complicated. Do I accept being her cuck? Do she join our relationship? Maybe she don't really care about the girls - she just wants to get to me, and this is a prime chance to finally make me her sub. There's all sorts of ways this can go!

And if you wanna play my goth girl BFF, or someone like her, or even just chat about getting cucked by goth girls, shoot me a message!

My kinks: Basic blondes, Goth goddess, and everything in between. Degredation, humiliation, facesitting, chastity, outercourse, assplay, sph, cuckolding (emphasis on getting cucked by women and nonbinary people!), and pegging.

Hello, my name is Sarah, and I’m a 22-year-old Asian girl studying at the University of Washington. I’m currently on a student visa (F visa) that permits me to stay and study as long as I maintain good academic standing. As you may recall from your college days, there are often unexpected costs and fees associated with education. However, due to my visa status, I’m unable to work a part-time job, and my family in Hong Kong has already invested every penny in my education. I can’t return to them empty-handed and ask for more money. Furthermore, if these fees aren’t paid, my standing at UW could be negatively impacted, potentially jeopardizing my visa.

I’m seeking a roleplay partner who will portray a very well-off man who will generously assist me. I’m hoping you’ll be my hero and help me overcome this financial challenge. I’m confident that we can find a mutually beneficial solution that will allow me to express my deepest gratitude for saving my educational dreams.

Please send me a description of your character, how we meet, and how we come to a mutually beneficial solution.

Kinks: cum, sex with multiple partners, gangbang, blackmail, raceplay, dubcon and being treated like a sub.

Limits: pee, poop, incest, kids, animals and violence.

Hey there! Names Alex, and today my idea generally is about rape, quite long lasting at that, with breaking of the woman's mind to a point where she may no longer wish for him to stop. I really like to brainstorm ideas with my partners and come up with slightly unique ideas to play out with them, so if you'd like you can come by with a description of your character, some idea of what you might be into, and a simple description of the sort of man you're looking to be the counterpart! When it comes to character I'm very open, but usually enjoy playing a large, strong, not too attractive, tall man, who's well endowed and somewhat sweaty, releasing an overwhelming, manly and almost animalistic musk that some women grow to love, along with his tremendous production of potent pheromones! And I just like thick women haha, not the most complicated or picky, but I am a bit of an ass man

Just to offer a description of the sort of character I've played for many of these I'll add one here, but I'm open to drastic changes, something completely different or just small tweaks hehe: 6'6 man, grown up as a farmers son and played football over the years, thick fingers on large hands with dry skin and calluses, grown up carrying firewood and logs, massive arms with a mix of fat and muscle that conceals how strong he truly is, properly wide shoulders, with a broad chest and a wide back that's usually overlooked due to his belly. He has strong and surprisingly quick legs, though not the best stamina, accompanied by cannon thighs that could lift insane amounts of weight. His hair is short, thin and not really styled just free roaming, and his eyes are big and round, making for the only part of him that didn't look intimidating or unattractive, with a similarly round face with some chubbiness, finished off with his thick, firm lips, and the thick tongue within. Between his legs rested a seven inch flaccid length, growing to ten inces when erect, with a thick girth women couldn't wrap a hand around, starting with the large, bulbous and intimidating cockhead, accompanied by a fat, heavy sack hanging underneath, and a thick bush resting above. He's always warm, sweats a bit and absolutely reeks of some overwhelming, manly and primal musk that comes off him, filled to the brim with an overproduction of powerful and potent pheromones like a caveman trying to arouse a woman without words

Some of my kinks include: Anal play, Shower sex(any water and sex), Outdoors sex, Body writing, Slapping, Spanking, Marking(scratching, biting, lipstick), Addiction(to cock), Rough sex, Cervix penetration, Gape, Cum play, Excessive cum, Facefucking, Painal, Cock and ball worship, Outercourse(all sorts), Oral play, Instant loss, Body worship, Full Nelson, Mating press, Domination by cock size(someone obeying orders due to the size of the commanders shaft, Cock Slapping(Slapping someone with my cock)Tit Slapping, Pussy Slapping, Cuckold, Cheating, Sneaky sex, Picture and video taking and sharing(not irl), Leash pulling, Milfs, Thick partners, Creampies, Impregnation, Casual nudity, Casual sex, Groping, Skirts, Swimsuits, Maid outfits, Size difference, Prostate massage, Pheromones, Out of character horniness(a character being hornier than usual), Noncon, Mind break, Stepfordization, Brainstorming, Misogyny, Wardrobe control, religious play, raceplay, gender traitors, wholesome weight gain, Blackmail, Revenge fuck, hypnosis, light drugging, manipulation, Brainwashing, Camel toes, Can't take it all, Premature female orgasm, Inner conflict, Cornering, Goth, larger and stronger male, Forced marriage, and open to more!

Limits: scat, vore, gore, amputation, petite partners and similar

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Over the last few weeks, you had been given a group project, including yourself and three classmates, two were useless and accused of being junkies repeatedly, and the third was some bear shaped guy you had never talked to. He was massive, both tall and sort of fat, not particularly attractive, mostly boring looking, and over the weeks you worked together you discovered his gentle giant, kind and patient side which matched what you showed him. You even spoke up for him once with some classmates who were teasing him, you didn't have much choice after all since there was no way you could do the project alone. Then, two nights before the project was due, the only way to finish was to work late with him, and you chose a public place for obvious reasons, which was the campus library which was actually completely deserted at this time of the evening, and even the librarian had gone home, locking the door behind her. It was there he confessed the feelings he had grown for you, and how he would like the opportunity to go out with you... and your rejection... was brutal. The truths you uncovered about how you had acted towards him, and the harsh reality of how you felt about him, mixed together with creative insults and harsh words all meant to injure and hurt. It was there, in that fateful night you found yourself pressed against a bookshelf, legs folded upwards and a fat pair of lips covering yours, while being repeatedly slammed into without mercy...

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The company you worked at was a real drag, some sad office place that earned good money, but didn't have their name on any great billboard or anything. You were ambitious, coincidentally beautiful and with an absolute killer body, making it surprising you could climb the company ladder with such ease without sleeping your way up. There was room in the company for someone like you, with feisty ambition, immeasurable confidence, and a simple desire to be better than others, to have someone beneath your boot. But there were also those who wanted to just get by, like an older, more experienced colleague of yours who had remained in the same chair throughout your entire stay, still sitting in the bullpen. And a late night of work, when only the two of you remained, you finally finished your work, shutting your computer closed, with a noise that made him raise his head, and looking at you he thought "Lucky, she's so efficient she's already done. Same work but I'll be done no earlier than in an hour" And during that gaze, you caught him red handed looking at you, with a bulge that looked like he was hard, and you stepped over with your clicking heels, only to rip loose at him, accusing him of being a creep, and during the short conversation he explained himself, it was clear he wasn't at fault. Thus you ended up on his chair, sitting with your legs under the armrests, hugging the back of the chair, muttering apologies while getting your ass repeatedly thrusted against

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Prideful, dedicated and driven were the perfect words to describe you, as one of the older and more experienced cheerleaders for the college's cheer squad, being incredibly gifted with your body, and disciplined to train it well giving you an immaculate frame. You would stay late pretty much every single day either training or doing some exercise to be certain that you could give cheering your all, which often lead you to be alone in the locker room as an added bonus, considering the spacious shower meant for twelve people at once. But hearing the locker room door swing open bringing a gust of cold air, it unfortunately wasn't one of your squad mates coming to chat, or your boyfriend stopping by for some fun, or even some pranksters who wanted to play some weird prank on the cheer squad. It was someone else entirely...

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Not too long ago, the head of the company had changed after decades of success, from the self built man who had made the company from nothing to the top of its class it was. Replacing him was his son, who had lived for decades off daddy's money and never had to do much for anything, making him very used to being able to take whatever he wanted, and now he had set his eyes on you! Who were you? Someone ambitious and capable? Someone replaceable and unimportant? Didn't matter, you were invited to his office, offered a promotion with a significant raise in pay, with the other side of the deal being that you had to get on your knees and earn it. But whether you said yes or no, the only change would be whether you got the promotion or not

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Famous as you were, having events or activities that gave your fans the opportunity to interact with you, was the PR way to go to get a loyal fanbase that would stick with you and guarantee your success. Coming to these events were all sorts of different people who all liked your content, from shy and cute nerds to well trained and hot guys who also coincidentally liked your content. Between these two were of course some creeps, often taking the opportunity of talking to you to suggest something disgusting like a date or some sort of horrible activity that you definitely didn't want to partake in, of course these were the types you would brutally reject, maybe even send away. They were all too sheepish or cowardly to do something about it anyways... right?

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Working as a cop could be a challenge of itself, but working as a female cop was a step worse. There were the evolutions in name calling that often went from the stereotypical "Pigs!" or whatever else people liked to call cops, to more creative things like "Hey ladycop! I think you need to arrest my cock with your lips" and other simply vile things, but there was also the element of being physically inferior to a lot of the people you would try to bust, arrest or punish for something they had done. But you might have never expected something so terrible to happen, while making a routine stop of a car with a muddled license plate to take such a turn. But as he stepped out of the car, and managed to grab your gun arm without you having the time to react, the images could be seen flashing by in your eyes as you feared the worst...

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Dinner with me was supposed to be something casual, like a movie night, first date, or maybe just a shared meal as neighbors. However the night seemed almost ruined or atleast a little cluttered when some spilled wine ruined your outfit and made you want to rinse off quickly in the shower, because of this the night took an even tighter turn when I invited myself in after you...
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The stereotype was always "College sweethearts never stay together, even if they get married" and for the longest time that felt untrue considering how long out relationship had lasted, but slowly over the years we started growing apart, and we noticed it. Years ago you fell for me despite my somewhat nerdy looks and dorky personality, and the sex was surprisingly good for us both even if you were more of the type to date a jock or something like that, which was the reason why you wanted me to start working out, which I happily obliged, wanting my sweet wife happy and satisfied. But over the course of multiple years things slowly changed and you became more of a bitter and annoying wife that I had to put up with. You would complain constantly, make different sorts of demands about every tiny thing and make everything about yourself. Suddenly, I was done with it, fed up, and I didn't want to take it anymore. Returning home after work was quickly met with "You're home early? Why didn't you go to the gym?! You're disgusting!" you yelled out, and in that moment it was clear you had grown way too confident, for no good reason, and I stated my opinion clearly as the sound of a harsh slap echoed through the hallway...

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Hope to hear from you~

(I'm doing it later irl)

"Later on, I'm gonna do it for a couple of hours. Or maybe for the whole afternoon", I say to myself waking up in a sunny morning.

Today is one of those days when I feel naughty and teasy, wanting to spread out the hotness of my fit male body. I'm gonna wear tight grey long leggings, skinny and elastic, that basically let my buttcheeks and bulge to be almost as visible as if I was running naked.

I already know that mons will secretly take a look at me, maybe some old gay dude too. If I'm lucky, one or two cute girls are gonna be there to lo.

The running track is a little park where usually people hang around by foot or bike, but It's Sunday so I may expect a bit more persons as usual. I'm tempted to bring with me some "safety" long pants to wear if there is too much attention there, but in the end I risk it and just get out from home with that slutty outfit.

If you are somehow interested to "be" there with me, let's start this risky roleplay. Feel free to ask for some changes or any detail you'd like to include. Bonus point if you experienced something similar in real life.

The palace of Slaanesh was a nebulous and treacherous locale. It was only fitting that she-who-thirsts might reside in the place where love, beauty, greed, pride, and all the vanities and lusts kissed into one perverse museum. Sculpted from her will and whimsy, the dimension that was hers had been the demise of many souls who sought her favor or destruction. None made it past her armies of hedonites that garrisoned the palaces six layers, and those that had the armor of body lacked the armor of contempt. A moment's weakness was as fatal in temptation as it was in battle.

Across her domain her daemons cavorted in jubilant, degenerative festivities; orgies and feasts without pause or end. A million daemons studied a million schools of artistry in a never-ending quest to taste their creators attention, to feel her caress, earn her approval and await elevation to something yet greater. Slaanesh wanted perfect, she wanted interesting, she wanted one of a kind. To overindulge was the raison d'etre that pumped unholy blood through her veins, and oscillated with her followers and worshippers.

Yet not all was right in the palace of pleasure. The dark god was ill-at ease. Those who held her audience would vouch for a goddess who was frustrated, impatient, and aggressive. No dance, no lay, and no little game of flesh would satisfy her or put her mind to rest. It cast a shadow over her section of the warp, and clouded the hearts of her congregation.

Yet there was one she wanted, ever since their first battle. The blood God held her attention, and neither had escaped the other unharmed.

She directed a sortie of her daemonic forces to approach the brass keep, one with a letter in hand. She knew what the skull king hungered for, and getting his attention was effortless, as the brass keep held no doors.

(Hey! I'd love to work something out revolving around Khorne and slaanesh spreading wanton misery and being a pair of cuties. Let me know if you're interested!)

Hey DPP, tonight I'm at it with another semi-casual prompt. I have found that these fit great with my generally sporadic schedule as a full time student. So bear with me.

You may kiss the bride, the priest announces and takes a step back, offering more presence on the scene to the couple, as the groom steps fourth, and grips the bride's hand, sliding the diamond ring on to her soft little hand. And with that, the two of them meet each other's gazes, the groom leans in for a kiss, and the bride stands up on her tip-toes. The crowd erupts in a cheerful aplause. All kinds of cheerful wonders awaits them!

But who are our two protagonists? The bride, Rebecka.. she's a woman in her prime. 23 years old, a fitness influencer who eventually turned into somewhat of a local celebrity when she started posting her work online. She's got a great body and is well aware of it. She's high maintenance, yet surprisingly interesting to be around, both physically and mentally. In other words, she's the perfect trophy wife.. She lived a good life before. But she's been much happier ever since she met [your character]. And our groom, well, clocking in at around double the bride's age, some would call this an unusual coupling, but it actually makes perfect sense when you consider it. She's a trophy wife, so why would you not want a woman in her prime?? Now this is not to say that they don't love each other, because oh boy do they do... Furthermore, he is... (I'll give you free hands to create your own character. All I ask is that you conform to the general age [older than 40] and be somewhat realistic about his looks considering said age span.

Aaaaand that's pretty much it. So I'm imagining a slice of life pace where we follow this newly wed age-gap couple along their happy lives and all that it encompasses. I'm imagining a lot of happy and romantic moments, plenty of waking up tangled with each other and the sheets, and the sex that so often follows. How does the trophy aspect affect their day to day life? And how does the age gap affect it? There's only one way to find out.

If this sounds interesting to you, then please don't hesitate to throw a message to me and we'll see what we can work out!

Here is my kinklist if you'd like to take a look!

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Character wise: I intend on playing as myself. More info can be given in private for safety reasons. Generally though, i'm a relatively short, very fit blue eyed blonde with a petite and toned frame. Perky B-cups and a fit peachy ass.

Discord only please. It would be cool to hear your thoughts about where you see this going, as well as your own kinks and limits. I would also love to hear any ideas you might have for your character, since I gave you free hands to go ham!

Hope to hear back from you!

Hi, thank you for clicking on my prompt. I'm looking for a bimbofication story. That being said, I will not exclude other ideas. I’m always happy to brainstorm, chat and come up with lots of other interesting, smutty and sexy stories to play out.

My main focus however will be on bimbofication, preferably forced or non-con. Personally, I’m on the “rougher, darker” side of kinks and roleplays. I’m a huge sucker for non-con, abuse, humiliation, etc. even though I don’t mind going for a more consensual play, I’m not particularly a fan of Vanilla.

With that information on the table I’d like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you’re dying to play out, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m happy to think along!

Plot! <3

My story revolves around me, a 20 year-old student with high hopes for the future. Not necessarily a popular girl or anything, but a friend to all. Straight A’s on my test, sweet and kind, perhaps a little naive. (either this, or entirely opposite. With me being a spoiled, bratty bitch)

one day after university my (uncle or aunt) (your character is up for discussion) picks me up from uni, which is weird. Contact with him/her and my parents has been slim. However, he/she claims my dad asked him/her to pick me up for house-viewing, as I'm looking into moving. Something which isn’t planned until next week, but I assume nothing. For all I know my uncle/aunt happened to be in the neighborhood with his/her old pick-up truck and my dad asked him for a favor, since my old car recently broke down.

The moment where I step into the car, the plot gets dark. He’s/she's obviously not going to take me to the house-viewing. I soon start to notice that we’re passing the house and eventually leave town, which makes the situation suspicious. I slowly start to ask questions, more and more, starting to get on my uncle’s/aunt's nerves, until he/she snaps.

One thing leads to another and I’m in the back of the trunk gagged, bruised and sobbing as I’m being moved to an isolated location somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I’m about the spend the rest of my miserable life as my uncle’s/aunt's housewife and plaything.

Now, where does the bimbofication come in, you may ask? Obviously my pictures are most likely spread across the media, as my parents are desperately trying to find me. It’s only logical that I can’t keep looking like that. I need to be unrecognizable.

And what better way than a set of giant new breasts, some lip filler and ass enhancement. Rework my face a little, dye my hair and voila, your classic, streetcorner, fake, plastic, cheap Barbiedoll. Now how he’ll/she'll make this happen if up for a debate. Does he/she hire a bunch of blackmarket surgeons, or does he/she tie me to his/her kitchen counter and use his/her own creativity?

After a new look, a new identity follows. Fake papers and documentation, so he can legally marry me, turning me into his/her slutwife. Who knows, perhaps he/she can even reach back to my parents and introduce me to them as his/her new wife. Surely they wouldn’t like the fact that I look like a hooker, but they won’t suspect a thing. And my uncle/aunt, or should I say husband/wife, will make sure I keep my mouth shut about everything and just enjoy the nice dinner with his/her family.

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Alright, that’s about it. It’s twisted, I know. And I also know that this isn’t for everyone. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner.

Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3+ paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more.

Hope to see you soon. Kisses~