Hello everyone, tried this a couple of times before but didnt realize some of my mistakes. So now Im returning to try and see if I can get it right this time. Last time what I didnt realize was that I was writing too much for my partner and not sharing enough about my character. Hopefully this time I fixed that.

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This morning I woke up like I have for the past several months, year, who knows at this point. In my bed are dozens of toys. Ever since I perfected my brainwashing technologies I havent had to worry about things like money as the leaders of the world all want their women the same. Docile, obedient, and smoking hot. I think I recognize where some of them come from: America, Japan, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Europe. Ultimately it doesnt matter where they came from. what matters now is that they belong to me until I decide to sell them.

Prying myself from their massive tits and bodies that would make playboy models jealous I throw on a pair of swim trunks and stroll onto the balcony leading into the living room where last nights nightly orgy took place. The piles of warm flesh that were there last night have since dispersed into their various servant roles. One of them spots me. "Master has awoken." Immediately all heads turn to look at me before dropping into a kowtow position. Faces are in toys and leftover fluids. Not a one has ounce of dignity left and instead vessels of pure servitude. I smile and wait until Im at the bottom of the stairs before I command them to rise and return to their work.

At once they do as they are bid. Returning to cleaning the mansion and then eventually the rest of the compound. I thought that there were more here last night but in all likelihood they had probably been sent off to perform other tasks like security, training others, the smart ones are in research and development or corporate work, cooking, basic background noise.

I might have a schedule today but who cares what it says. Almost all of the work is either automated or already taken care of. My wife, the angel that she is, handles the majority of the administration and organizing the housework. I dont need to lift a finger if I dont want to. If it needs my attention she will bring it to me. So, why hang around playing videogames, having sex, or harassing the house staff? Instead, I decide that it might be a good idea to get some sun and go for a walk about the Island.

As soon as I step outside I am immediately bombarded by the tropical scents and the sounds of the sea. Once upon a time the island would have been listed a nature and historical preserve but a brainless ministers wife later and it was all mine. Jogging past me I can see a group of cadets. They are easily distinguishable from those who have already been processed and the security staff by their lack of enormous breasts. They are a majority small and middling breast sizes with one even being a flat board with mosquito bites. They have been forced to work out for what appears to have been at least several days in a row now. Endless workouts and no sleep makes the brainwashing cocoons take better. One of the security staff takes note of my presence and bows deeply. The cadets take a second to process exactly what is going on before trying to bow as well. Its clumsy but effective. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence Master?"

I get right up next to her before commanding her to stand at attention. as she stands I turn her to look at the cadets. Some of whom have stood up from bowing and are now standing at attention which has lead to quite a bit of confusion as some are openly wondering if they should be at attention or not. I start to feel up the security guards amazonian body under her uniform that was basically two strips of cloth in a micro bikini. Her massive tits alone at head hieght and bigger than my own could probably knock me out. Fortunately, the brainwashing has made all of them completely docile. "Im here to check out the current crop. Tell me, do you think that this is acceptable?" I point at one of the cadets standing at attention.

"No sir. Its not."

"Sir? Am I a sir to you?"

She immediately breaks out into a cold sweat. "Im sorry Master. I dont knwo whats come over me." I quickly slap her breasts together causing her to yelp in pain. Had anyone other than me done this she would have not felt a thing. But thats a part of the fun when you are a god and the only man here.

"I think you might to be revitalized." Most slaves would have dropped in sheer terror at the thoughts of being revitalized, but she accepts it with stoicism.

"Yes master."

"You can finish preparing these cadets and yourself and then join them in the cocoons tonight." With a quick smack on her ass she and the rest of the cadets are sent off to continue preparing themselves. By tonight, they should be worn out to the point of exhaustion and be ready to be broken in again.

Now that Ive seen some brawn, maybe I should have some brains for today. Its now off to the other side of the island where the offices and training pods were located. At the top of a cliff I can see my wife talking with Elizabeth, one of our resident "Nuns", their backs turned to me. Elizabeths basic tasks involved leading services and performing "therapy" on the compounds slaves to maintain their discipline. It was expensive to break them completely and totally. Sometimes all they needed was a shoulder to cry on and someone to verbally reinforce their servitude. Currently one of her side tasks involved training her mother into a "mother superior" I chuckle to myself given the joke. I could easily break her by shoving her into a cocoon but this was more entertaining. As for my wife, well she was one of my earlier projects and while she wasnt a perfect 10/10 she was still quite beautiful.

Once at the office it was more bowing, more "Yes masters", more toys in hyper sexualized office blazers and suitjackets that exposed their breasts and cunts until I eventually reached me and my wifes office. I dont think Ive stepped in here in months. Chained to my desk are a mother and her daughters. They stand at attention pushing their chests out. "Master, welcome back." The mother begins. "Would you like your cock sucked? Amellia here is an excellent cock sucker." One of the daughters opens her mouth nice and wide.

"No. I want you and your other daughter to give me a nice and slow blowjob."

"Master, she is not quite as goo..." an annoyed glance her way shuts down that line of thinking.

"Yes sir." As I sit down in my chair she and her other daughter maneuver their giant breasts around the desk. They take a minute to get settled given the size. Eventually they get settled in and i give them each a quick slap for taking so long when I gave them a command. The mother gets two.

By this point in time I look out the window and see a transport arriving, offloading a new shipment of cadets. Each one still wearing somewhat decent clothing. I start thinking that I might stop by and watch as they are forcibly stripped and blasted clean with a firehose. Maybe Ill even make some of the guards assault them. Then I get a phone call, its Elizabeth. "Master, sorry to disrupt you."

"You arent disrupting me. I was just getting a blowjob. whats up?"

"Its your wife Master."

"What about her?"

"I think you should speak with her. Shes having some problems and I think that you are the only one who can handle it." And with that, she hangs up.

Irritated that would dare to hang up on me I mutter. "That bitch. The next tie a storm comes around Im going to make her clean the streets with a hand broom." I double check to make sure that im not forgetting either her birthday or our anniversary. Nope. Both of those were a few months ago so Im in the clear.

The Mother looks up at me. "Is it anything I can help you with master?" A quick slap answers that. I continue looking out and see that my wife is actually leading the offloading and categorization efforts. Maybe I should go and have a chat with her. I dont know when the last time was we had a proper dinner date.
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And this is where Id like to leave it off. You know how most mind control porn only covers the building of the harem and not what happens after? Well thats where I want to start. Everything is built perfectly (for me at least). However, this has resulted in our marriage starting to fall apart even though we still ultimately love each other.

If this interestes you please send me a message (chats will be ignored) describing your character and a continuation.

Kinks (bold is mandatory and anything not covered can be negotiated): Domination, Sadism, Mind control/brainwashing, Master/Slave, Collars, Misogyny, raceplay (im white), BDSM, sexy/sexualized outfits/lingerie, incest, MFF threesome, Harem, Forced Female Bisexuality, training, corruption, groping, thick women, gigantic breasts, non con, objectification, amazons, goth girls

Limits: Vore, Gore, snuff, toilet stuff, beast, necro, underaged

Author Note: Hi, first, thank you for reading this prompt. This is the second pass at this prompt, while Ifeel it is better than before, i would love some feedback. The name is also something i am not happy about.

original prompt here

It had been three years since Kylie saw her older brother growing up. The pair had been thick as thieves; where one was causing mischief, the other was not too far behind. The pair had secret nicknames for each other. 

Kylie called him shooter as he was always playing basketball and scoring, using his large frame to his advantage. 

Kylie was affectionately called bunny due to how fast she ran during track. The nickname stuck despite how annoyed it made her at the start, but over time it became endearing and something between the pair.

Kylie had followed her brother to an out-of-state college. The college was the perfect choice for her; it was with someone she knew, and also the professor for her course in PhysioTherapy was the job she felt she would love to do for the rest of her life.

 She felt nervous on campus, she had yet to meet her brother and didn't want to ruin the surprise over text.  

She was invited to a house party nearby, a welcome to the new party for the new freshmen.

Kylie let a smile flash across her face as she made her way through the party, she felt nervous but the good type. She went to the nearby table to pour herself another drink, a whiskey and orange soda. She took a large mouthful of her drink before walking around the house.

Kylie heard a moan from a nearby room and instinctively looked inside. The sight of a brunette girl on her back with a guy's face hidden by her thighs. The soft moans and whimpers she heard captured her focus, the sight of the girl's body tightening up and shaking, her body writhing as her orgasm rushed through her body, the sight…the thrill of watching was intoxicating for Kylie. She then caught a glimpse of the handsome face as the guy shifted up her body….Shooters face.

Her blood ran cold as Kylie stepped back, disappearing downstairs to try to force the image from her memory. Kylie went to the dance floor and focused on enjoying her night. The mix of alcohol, music and attention Kylie was given as her hips started swaying to the music helped her forget about Shooter.

She felt the beat of music reverberate in her chest. She felt a warm body press against her back, and a pair of large hands gripped her hips. Kylie glanced over her shoulder and saw a handsome footballer smirking at her. She pressed back against his body, the feeling of his large frame made her feel small. Her heart raced in her chest when she felt him turn her to face him, his large palm sliding along her spine. Kylie blushed as she felt his breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear, she shut her eyes, and her mind darted back to Shooter, the idea of his breath on her body, to feeling his hand grip her hips…his tongue driving her wild. 

Kylie pulled back and mumbled a small apology, making an excuse about needing a drink. She darted from her partner to the tabletop. Her mind was alight with thoughts, the temptation of Shooter touching her like that, the love they had blossoming into something incestuous. 

She felt her stomach turn at how disgusting the idea should be…she grabbed a bottle of tequila and poured two shots, tossing back the first one to try to drown the thoughts in alcohol.

She heard someone laugh to her left, and her heart stopped for a brief moment. Kylie refilled the shot glass before grabbing the pair of them and turning. A short cough before she speaks to her brother, his brunette lover for the night no longer accompanying him. Her cough caught his attention as he turned to face her. 

“Hey, Shooter, did you miss me?”

Her tone was raspy , her smirk spreading as she tried burying what she saw but the forbidden nature…the forbidden fruit appealing to her at that moment.

Kinks: oral, sexual tension, neck kissing, labia teasing, spanking, breast play, choking, facials, cream pies, breeding risk, risky sex.

Limits: cuckolding, urine, scat, vomit, bestiality

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I opened up Instagram for maybe the first time in two weeks. It was not my favorite app, nor very good for my mental health; I found looking at it too long made me wonder what I was missing from my life. I basically only opened it to get hard at the pictures of the few crushes I followed, feel ashamed at my thoughts, and then take a cold shower. Scrolling past pictures from the architecture and science accounts I still follow from high school, I was about to close the app when I saw her picture.

I must have followed Ruby since orientation week, when she and I first met in the double of my now-distant friend Olivia. I had seen her in the hallways a few times a week last semester, when her class preceded mine. Her freckled, olive skin and hazel eyes were impossible not to try and catch a moment of contact in, but I doubted ever that beneath that mound of black curls she ever thought about that nerd who passed her in the hall every other day, so I never said a word to her. She was friends with all the more interesting people I had managed to eke out a friendship with, so I heard stories of her aloof, self-assured ways, but I didn't really know who she was.

I was, if anything, known as an arch-nerd, and by the way my heartbeat fluttered whenever I did manage to look at her I couldn't get through a sentence with her without stuttering. I assumed she found me arrogant and annoying the few times we had interacted, me leading my study group in the library while she relaxed a table over. That time I had asked to take a chair from her table, I had gotten a snort and a hand wave, but not even a glance more. Sure, I was darling of my department, assured of the best graduate school and the speech at graduation, but whenever I whipped out my record collection I did not get the same swoon from the girls who fell to their knees over my roommate's vintage Beatles shirt, nor did I have the height and physique of the frat brother playing faux-Foucault in her 8am.

This new picture, however, brought all those feelings back, and then some. Staring at my phone I felt a rush of blood to my head and a weakness in my heart. It was not a lewd photo, just a picture of her, but the way she had taken it, the wink she gave to my camera, imitated a sense of intimacy I craved deeply.

In a moment of weakness, I opened up her story. This one was much more lewd, a photo of her in a small outfit, ostensibly ready to head to some party I was not cool enough to get in to. I noticed, luckily, the corner of a poster in her room that I knew to be a Lana Del Rey album. I wrote, "so I assume it's Doin' Time," pressed send, closed my phone, and laid down head-first on my bed, ashamed at my half-assed DM slide, and expecting nothing more.

I was startled when, a few minutes later, I got a notification. I usually didn't get those on Saturday nights, not at least until later, when my friends needed someone to escort them home and called me at 3am. I was even more shocked when it was Ruby.

"good eye" she replied.

"Haha, you know I know my sad girl music."

"i've heard. wish they would play that stuff more at parties"

"lol that's obviously why I don't go to any"

I replied, trying to imitate her style of grammar.

"obviously" she replied, and I figured it was over. I put my phone down and went to go make myself some tea.

When I returned a minute later, however, I realized she had double-texted me, much to my surprise. "speaking of parties, what are you doing tonight? if you have nothing, you should come with me to this one" she had written, and I nearly dropped my phone. Maybe I had a poorer picture of what she thought of me than I had imagined. The only point of confusion for me was simple. She has a boyfriend...

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Heya, I'm Z. I hoped you enjoyed the excerpt above. Have you ever have your DMs slid into? Probably. It's usually not a good strategy of getting with someone, but guys do it anyways, well, because we are guys. I wonder, however, what we really imagine is going to happen when we hit someone up who we see in the hallway twice a week but never actually had a chance with. What if she responds to our half-formed joke with something more than a "like"?

Really, I'm hoping to roleplay a romance that develops out of a girl taking a chance on a guy who she really shouldn't take a chance on. Maybe we are at a party and you come on to me, or we are put into "seven minutes of heaven" and there is more than awkward silence. Maybe you give compensation to you math tutor for no reason he can ascertain. Why do you do this? What sort of relationship are you hoping to get out of it? Is it more than a one-night stand?

I envision fully fleshed-out characters, setting, and plot. I want the smut to be rewarding and romantic, and to be part of the plot. I am partial to longer, more-involved responses, and to facilitate that we should do heavy planning on the direction we want this to go.

You do not have to roleplay the character from my excerpt; I merely created her to illustrate my writing abilities. I have pretty open preferences as to who she is and what she looks like, but of course I have templates you could use if you need inspiration. It is important most of all that you enjoy writing her.

I prefer playing nerdier, less-experienced characters. They aren't new to romance but they are not as good at it as their peers, not yet. They're trustworthy and helpful, but not the most popular. In a sense, their main problem is that they don't get out enough.

Our characters should have history; my perception being unrequited love, yours perhaps something else. Did we do a group project together, and did I ignore all the signs of what an 11pm powerpoint preparation session was supposed to be?

There has to be some obstacle that keeps our characters apart, perhaps even multiple. I suggest a prior partner, but we can come up with anything. Slow burn requires tension, and tension must come naturally and be hard to remove.

In terms of romantic preference, I believe service is key. Giving oral is the most important act in heterosexual sex in my view, and it is one that I find creative ways to describe and offer as a writer. In terms of kink, I have a preference for gentle (or maybe not?) femdom, so if we so choose, we can build that into the story, perhaps as character motivation. I mean gentle femdom in the sense of demanding service of the submissive moreso than any 'mommy dom' paradigm. I don't really like receiving head, but I must admit I find anal quite hot despite my impression that it causes too much pain.

If you are interested, send me a chat or PM!

Charles Cameron was sipping a cup of coffee in the morning, his usual way of starting his day. The driver steering the wheel of his latest Rolls-Royce, a testament to his success in the corporate world. Building up an umpire was hard, with lots of sleepless nights, and ditching late-night parties, but in the end, it was worth it. What's harder to achieve? Keeping yourself fit and handsome after your 40th birthday party. Charles had just turned 40 last week but he did not look a day older than 25. There were signs, of course. A gush of wind through the open window fiddled with his short, straight black hair, where some strands exuded his charming grey hair, proof of his maturity.

Flaunting a diamond face shape, his pale skin and lips moisturized, sporting a lustrous beard groomed to perfection. Again, his grey hair did not leave his beard. A handsome face such as his complimented his physique. Even at the age of 40, he made it a point to visit the gym 5 times a week. The result? A massive chest symbolizing his manhood, a set of abs, and an overall muscular frame, not to such an extent though that he could participate in a male physique competition. Nevertheless, his muscles gave his 6ft3 inches of tall frame a body he could be proud of. 

Reaching his office, one of the tallest skyscrapers in New York City, he stepped out of his car and dashed inside his office. Greeting his employees and their managers, it was hard to keep his head straight to those he knew, closer than others. You see, a man like him is desired by many women, whether it is the MILF CFO who he banged last week in a "private meeting" held in the conference room. Or whether it is the newest employee of his company, his secretary, young hottie he could not refuse to employ. She was ready to work extra hard for this position, you know. 

Or the fact that all his board members consisted of women who could embarrass even the Vicotria Secret Models? It must be no secret as to how these women attained those positions in the first place. These facts were not hidden, moreover, it was discussed freely inside the office. A gossip to know, to talk of, of how these women were left with their wombs filled with virile semen, their constant screaming leaving them parched for a glass of water. How his 7-inch manhood could leave women forgetting how to walk. He loved these "rumors" going. Maybe some woman finds it appealing?

Charles swiftly passed the aisles which led to his cabin. Walking inside and seating himself at his desk, he looked through the papers for his tasks of the day, when he heard a knock on the door. Lifting his head, he exclaimed. 

"Come in"

With that command, you came in, knowing exactly what you wanted out of him. 

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Thank you so much for reading this post! In this prompt, an older man, you could say a DILF is the CEO of a corporation. A man desirable to every woman, your character was not immune to him. So, your character took the chance to visit him in his office. Would he be interested, let us find out! I purposely left your character description and background open. You could play anyone you want. Perhaps you are the CFO wanting a pounding once more, or my secretary, or another woman of your sort. Your character need not be a white woman, I would love to play with characters of different ethnicity as well. Your character could be a petite woman or a curvy bombshell, please, enamor me!

Off to my kinks. None of my kinks are essential. Not all of my kinks are important for this prompt. So please feel free to ask me if you have any doubts. If a king is not written there, please feel comfortable to ask. After all, the worst I can say is that I am not interested. 

• Age - MILFS, Young women(18+ characters only)

• Scene related - Luxury play

• Number of people in roleplay - Harem, Gangbang, Reverse Gangbang

• Height - Amazonian dom, Short submissive

• Dresses - Lingerie, skirts, sundresses, gowns, Sundress, Stockings, Heels, Corsets, Bikini and G-strings, Fishnets, Garnet belt.

• Foreplay - Deep French Kiss, Kissing, Biting, Tongue Kissing, Lap dance, Striptease, Blowjob, Fingering, Hand job, Deepthroat, Gagging, Choking, Ice play, Dirty talk, Flirting, Teasing, Groping, Ripping clothes, Face fucking, Face sitting, Back and Forth Power Dynamic, Teasing, filming.

• Intercourse - Classy sex, Rough sex, Animalistic sex, Elegant sex Clothed sex, Anal, Doggy style, Cowgirl Style, Mating Press, Nelson Style, Grinding, Soft BDSM, Whip, Oiling, Spanking, Hair pulling, Humping, Grinding, Facials, Voyeurism.

My limits are scat, gore, Vore, Poop, Piss, Anything toilet-related, Knife play, Food play, Chubby or fat partners, golden showers, musk, sweat, and Underage.

Thank you for reading!

Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since I’ve been on DPP and the workshop. I’m back with another hucow-esc prompt and I’m hoping I can get some feedback.

I made the prompt pretty vague and I’m not sure if that’s a turn off. I mean, yeah it probably is given it’s not particularly ‘sexy time’ and more ‘world building’ if that makes sense. The aim for the prompt is to build a world around a farm taking in rescues from industrialized farms that use and abuse hucows/anthros and building a world around that.

I know this sort of thing is a rather specific cup of tea but if yall could provide some insight as to whether or not the prompt is good would be very appreciated. I’d love any feedback, critical or otherwise. I’m a little self conscious of my writing right now after writing final papers for college and getting some feedback from my dad about my sentence structures so clarity and ‘is it good?’ are two of my big concerns.

The auctions were always scary. Too much noise, not enough natural light, harsh manhandling, and gentle whimpers of the other livestock. Today was no different.

She was, like thousands of others, brought to the Kensington-Roark Sentient Auction House that October day. The air had rapidly cooled down, fall harvests were due, and farmers from across the Commonwealth had arrived to engage in the ancient tradition of the auctions. Humans had, for centuries, been at war with the Uppers, a derogatory term for animalistic tribes and civilizations. Over the years, many of these groups had been subjugated, broken, and converted into chattel.

The bear people were bred for sexual and labor exploitation, the wolves for acts of violence and defense, cows for sustenance, sheep for wool, and much more. Half-breeds, often known as Hu-(animal)s were common byproducts of this practice. The animal people were livestock used to better humanity and better they had, being used exponentially to increase economies globally.

Bred in industrial farms, most of them never got a taste of what fresh air was outside of the fleeting moments of transport between farms and auction houses. Today, she and a group of other animal people and half-breeds were on the auction floor and today they would be bought by a bidder somewhere in the crowd. Whether or not that man was kinder than the horrors at the industrial farms or not was unknown, but the scars on their bodies showed they could handle cruelty if they had to.

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Hey! I hope this prompt sparked some interest in you. It’s broad and maybe not too… ‘sexy’ but I wanted to paint the scene of where we may start to begin the fun stuff. I’m hoping to find someone who is interested in a RP that, while definitely sexual, has a good amount of world building and character development. I want to have some fun dicking down moments but also moments where our characters bond and go through various experiences.

I have been a huge fan of this sort of prompt: exploring a dystopian society where Hu-animals and anthros haven’t been given the fairest of shakes in the world and a farmer comes along to see if he can take a crack at fostering a better life for them.

I have some ideas for the RP but the idea is not set in stone and we can customize it to our liking! The general gist, a world where anthros and/or hu-animals are used as livestock (not eaten tho, that’s gross) is the main thing but the world around them is up for debate. I’d love to create something with you that we both can build together.

To clarify, this isn’t a prompt indulging in cannibalism or snuff. This is more of a world building one with an emphasis on uplifting formerly enslaved anthros/hu-girls and building the world around them.

I’d appreciate it if you reply to this with a little about your writing style and some ideas for the RP. Personally, I suck at icebreaker replies but as long as you put some effort into it, we’ll get along fine. I’m really looking forward to hopefully hearing from some of you!

Hello everyone. Ive had a lot of fun recently coming up with ideas and I really want to improve what I have. I posted this idea last week and I'd like some more help to make it even better since I rarely get any responses.

This morning is much like any other. You wake up on the couch, splayed and piled bodies of the slaves from last nights orgy still splayed about on the ground. Some who still have toys vibrating within and a couple who are cuddling dildos like teddy bears. You gently tiptoe into the bedroom to find your husband, sorry, master still sleeping. Your marital bed is full of women who would make a playboy model jealous, its so full in fact that you wouldnt be able to force your way into the bed even if you tried. You know better than to try and wake your husban- master but you cant help but think about a time when you not only slept in the same bed as him but you were also the only one in the bed.

You tiptoe back out and start the clean up process. Waking the whores, handing out chore sheets. The one good thing about your husband figuring out brainwashing and mind control is that you never have to do your own chores aside from running the business. You catch yourself. Shouldnt that be something more. Like about how you are so happy to serve such a powerful man and that you love to see him empty his seed into as many wom- whores as possible? Something is definitely wrong with you.

Unnerved by this interaction you decide to take a walk around the compound. This is just another benefit of your husbands work. A large mansion with a heavily fortified compound on a private tropical island. You find yourself following a group of cadets who are being sleep deprived. Forced to constantly run one of the many trails. Given their appearance you know that by tonight they will be slipped into one of the training cocoons and pumped full of body modifying drugs. You glance at yourself a mirror set up exclusively to promote body shame but you dont need it. Even without the funhouse effects you know that you could never compare to these women. You weren't hideous or anything, above average yes, but here you might as well have three boobs and a dick. Perhaps what you need is some solace.

Turning off the trail you head towards the chapel. Once upon a time it would have been an abbey or a convent. Now it serves as a pseudo religious institution where women can go to worship cock and apply themselves better to serving men. Thats its official function anyway. In reality it serves as a way to reinforce a womans training without the expense of fully breaking and sending them back to the cocoons. Inside is Sister Elizabeth, the habit and leather harness jiggling every time she strikes her mother, bound face down and ass up, with the flogger. "Oh hello there mistress!" She calls out as soon as she sees you. Her mother lets out a groan as she begs to be released. Instead Elizabeth gags her mother and turns on the hitachi and straps it to her thigh before returning to you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" She asks escorting you to a pew and inviting you to sit. Possibly the only clean space in this entire church.

You begin explaining "Lately Ive been feeling off. Ive started to empathize with these women-"

"Whores." Elizabeth corrects. "But I see where you are going. You havent had any training in quite a while?"

"No. My husband-"
"Master." You are corrected again.

"My master has always wanted to do it himself but lately we havent even slept in the same room."

In response Elizabeth reaches a hand up to try and strike you but is stopped only an inch or two away. "He Does love you. See? He took the time and care to make sure that none of us could ever harm you."

You spend a little bit more talking to her and she keeps trying to make you feel better about your situation but in the end you end up being called away to catalogue a new shipment for processing.

As soon as you finish the assignments and have all of the women in the different training facilities, you spot your husband approaching you. He is currently wearing his swimsuit and flanked by two amazonian goddesses with breasts bigger than your head. Each is in a revealing bikini that is more to show off their physique more than to swim in. he looks more than a little worried but tries to play it off. "Hey babe! how goes the assignments?"

"Fine." Is your response. You begin detailing which programs you assigned the random streetwalkers and the whores as well as the different programs the specialty items are being trained with. Finally he stops you.

"I got a call from Elizabeth. Whats going on?" He steps in and lovingly brushes your hair out of your face. "She said that its something I needed to personally attend to but wouldn't give more details." He pulls you in closer, his eyes locked with yours. "We have a successful company, an effectively unlimited number of servants, we have everything we could to make us happy. I dont understand what the problem is." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And this is where Id like to leave it off. You know how most mind control porn only covers the building of the harem and not what happens after? Well thats where I want to start. Everything is built perfectly (for me at least). However, this has resulted in our marriage starting to fall apart even though we still ultimately love each other.

If this interestes you please send me a message (chats will be ignored) describing your character and a continuation.

Kinks (bold is mandatory and anything not covered can be negotiated): Domination, Sadism, Mind control/brainwashing, Master/Slave, Collars, Misogyny, raceplay (im white), BDSM, sexy/sexualized outfits/lingerie, incest, MFF threesome, Harem, Forced Bisexuality, training, corruption, groping, thick women, gigantic breasts, non con, objectification, dronification

Limits: Vore, Gore, snuff, toilet stuff, beast, necro, underaged

Another day, another brutal filming schedule with Valentino, Ends was called in for a 'quick' one-on-one with Angel Dust, but that hardly ever goes as anticipated. Starting at 6AM they'd been at it until lunchtime, and they were barely scratching the surface. Fortunately,  that meant lunch for everyone, including Val, which afforded them the luxury of shittalking him while eating. He never bothered with putting any clothes or even a coat on until the filming was over, because it was just a hassle to deal with when you've got Val barking orders in your ear.

Sitting down, he was talking with Angel. They were sensibly fine friends, mostly due to work, and it was easier to work with someone you liked anyway. "Think you can still go-" Ends jokingly checks his wrist. "-Twelve more hours?"

"Psh, twelve's rookie numbers sweetcheeks been workin' for Val just as long as you. You know damn well it's gonna be 15 hours."

"Maybe if we're lucky, we can go home at a reasonable time." He says while taking a bite out of a donut.

"Aye, y'know, I've been thinkin' how comes you always eat the worst crap imaginable and yet you never look any worse for it? Like seriously, people hit the gym for as long as we do recording porn just to get a body that looks as bulky and toned as you. What's yer secret?..." Angel asked, leaning in and squinting, trying their damndest to find any imperfection in their partner.

"Dunno, I've just always looked like this. Been running the risk of getting fat and ugly my whole life, and yet I've never had to do anything to even get or maintain this body. I like to think it's all the fucking that keeps me in shape, think about it Angel! Every other scene I gotta manhandle your tall ass body carrying you, moving you around, not to mention the cardio that comes with it." He was mostly joking, but admittedly, he clearly had no ideas like Angel. 

"...You ever wonder if Val's fizzbot comes 'fully equpped'? Like, for a guy with a porn studio and several strip clubs, do you think he even sees any action like we do?" Ends asked, moving the topic along to their favorite pastime of shitting on Valentino.

"Fifty bucks says he's a quickshot and wouldn't last a minute if you turned him into a girl and railed him like you did to me."

"Unfair on the first one, you had first-hand experience with that asshat... A'ight bet on the second one, if I can get him to agree to that bs and he cums quickly that twenty-five is as good as mine!" he says retroactively lowering his winnings as he'd only be able to achieve half of what they bet on.

Right as they finished their food, Val barged in and began barking for everyone to get set up again. The two actors just sigh and grumble out their curses as they get up and walk onto the set, back to their positions just before their breaktime. Angel was sitting on top of Ends, straddling his hips, with him laying down comfortably on the crappy couch they had to use. Once they'd been sufficiently shouted at, they finally got into the fun part of a porno.

Things started off slowly, with Ends simply moving Angel along as they rode him, little by little though he'd start to move his own hips, thrusting up into them until the roles reversed. Angel now barely having to do any work, with Ends taking over moving their bodies, and thrusting up recklessly with the couch creaking from the intensity. You don't make a porno by sticking to only one position though, so moments later he now had Angel bent over the couch for support, pounding into them with the same intensity as before. Later on, he held them in a full nelson angled, of course for the camera's enjoyment. This little song and dance goes on and on throughout the day, with Val occasionally chiming in that they'd made some mistake somewhere.

Once all was said and done, he let out a sigh of success (and pleasure) that they'd finally finished recording. God knows how many of those scenes are gonna be edited to shit but at least it was over. He of course checks in on Angel, who was laid out next to him basically glazed with all sorts of bodily fluids. "You need help getting to the showers?"

"Maybe... Not like you've been fucking my legs into jelly the entire day, Jackass. Also, I forgot to ask earlier, what's with the hellhound look? Val put you up to changing your appearance again?"

"Yeah, Val says people enjoy watching you get fucked by hellhounds and told me to adjust. I didn't base the look on anything in particular but went for a more wolfy appearance, you like it?"

"Eah, it's fine enough, looks pretty hot... Dammit, he was right."

"Rare for you to agree with Val... Do you want me to fuck you in the showers?"

"...Yes, are you gonna car-" Before Angel could even finish their sentence, they were carried over the shoulder by Ends who triumphantly walked straight into the showers with Angel.

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I don't know how to naturally fit in this part, so I'll give the sparknotes on my character backstory here: He was abandoned by both of his parents at a young age, forcing him to fend for himself. He preferred not to cause trouble, so he inevitably found himself working in an industry that didn't murder or steal for a living, which of course was porn. From there, he essentially became a stagnant worker, just making ends meet and trying his best to enjoy the time with his co-workers since their boss isn't exactly the best.

So this is basically a plot that me and a friend did way back when that essentially didn't quite take off, but I loved the concept of it too much not to make use of it somewhere down the line. This is edit number 3 at this point, and personally, I think I did pretty well!

So harems, not everyone's cup of tea, and very much an 'imbalanced' type of rp I won't deny that. However, I love it because it's a feedback loop where if the harem is interesting, I personally become more invested, and for my partner they get more character progression. Cause at the end of the day, harem rps are more about character interactions rather than the overarching story, by the end, it acts more like a dating sim with me trying to just get in the pants of various girls, though that's boring, so of course emotional investment goes hand in hand with it (unless you prefer things to stay purely as no feelings and only lewds).

If any of this interests you, send in your kinks & limits and whether you'll be playing OCs, Canon characters, or both! 

[M4F] The hero overcomes the evil Queen but suffers her revenge

The evil queen was defeated. The hero had saved the kingdom and the vicious spell that had taken her over was broken. The queen now ruled as a just and fair monarch, bringing prosperity and freedom to all of the people.

Or so the people thought. The spell was weakened, yes, but the power over remained, needing to be unleashed or it would subsume her again. In the climax of the fight against the minions of the queen the hero saw the misty dagger plunged into the map of the kingdom. Realising the powerful magic he rushed over and drew the dagger from the map and plunged it into his own heart.

The spell inside the dagger burst outwards and all was still. The hero awoke to see the minions reduced to dust on the floor. The queen, on her knees, was weeping at the balcony as she saw what had become of her people. In the pale light of the dawn the shadow of the castle withdrew over the city, and a new day beckoned great things. The hero sat next to the queen anddrew her as she sobbed into his arms. When her eyes, red from tears, looked up, the evil green of the curse had faded into her colour of old.

That day, the queen made great strides in undoing the evils she had inflicted on the people. Laws were undone and new ones made to make the people rejoice. The work was hard and made easier when the people saw the hero by her side, winning their trust back over. By the time the sun set, they were both back on the balcony. When the last flickers of light faltered over the hills, the hero felt a weight around his neck. He reached up and felt something. Panicked, he ran inside and held a candlelight close as he looked in the mirror. Around his neck, in the same ghostly mist as the dagger, a collar sat, tight against his skin.

The queen came in concerned as to why the hero had left her. The hero turned to see, even in the faint light of the candle, the green flecks of the cursed magic flicker in her eyes. Her gaze caught the misty collar. Her hand raised and link by misty link a chain formed from the collar to her hand. An evil grin curled up her lips as her eyes darkened.

This is just a vague premise, I'm happy to work in details that fit your preferences. If you wanted to be a villain from a movie or book that's great (even better if it gets me some more media to consume!) The main concept I'm trying to go for is my character sacrificing themselves to keep the reformed woman’s social graces secure.

I'm looking for someone to match detailed replies and explore both sides of the relationship, ‘day’ and ‘night’ as it were. I'd hope to see a level of complicated romance forming in the day bits, even to a level of innocence. I'm very happy to roleplay/gm some elements of kingdom building during the day sections too

I'd hope to make this a regular thing, and I'm happy to migrate to other platforms if it's easier for you. I'm in my thirties and GMT based but my times are quite erratic. I'd aim to make a reply once a day though.

Kinks: Cuckolding, Edging, Torture, Nipple play, humiliation. I'm more than happy to explore new things with you. If it ends up being a limit for me I'll make sure to include it as part of the conversation.

Limits: Vore, Scat, anything too cartoonishly unrealistic.

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I'm not sure where to go with this. It feels a bit light and the title isn't clicking for me. Any advice would be appreciated.

Author Note: Hi, first, thank you for reading this prompt. I was hoping for some feedback on how to improve this as I feel it lacks something?

It had been three years since Kylie saw her older brother growing up. The pair had been thick as thieves; where one was causing mischief, the other was not too far behind. The pair had secret nicknames for each other. 

Kylie called him shooter as he was always playing basketball and scoring, using his large frame to his advantage. 

Kylie was affectionately called bunny due to how fast she ran during track.

Kylie had followed her brother to an out-of-state college. She was at a house party, her body swaying to the music, enjoying the freedom and letting go of her stresses; it felt like the dancing bodies had all become one. 

Her ass grinding back against the man behind her, the feeling of his hands sliding along her hips and up her ribs. She locked eyes with her brother, and all the complicated emotions flooded.

Kylie swallowed but was unable to look away, her mind going back to all the times she saw him in just a pair of briefs, the way his hands felt touching her as he wrestled her in the family pool.

She freed herself from the impromptu dance floor before going to the kitchen. She picks up two shots and makes her way over to her brother, a smile spreading across her face, a look of barely concealed lust flashes across her face. 

“Long time, no see. Shooter. Let's have a drink.”

Kinks: oral, sexual tension, neck kissing, labia teasing, spanking, breast play, choking, facials, cream pies, breeding risk, risky sex.

Limits: cuckolding, urine, scat, vomit, bestiality

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Born of an affair between a goetian(essentially hell royalty) and a high ranking lust demon, Ends would have been set for life had his father not been a deadbeat who didn't want his position being jeopardized by a half-blood heir and his mother didn't abandon him by leaving him home one day and never returning. It's a miracle he didn't die earlier on because of some jackass or the daily shootouts but seeing as he's never once gone out of his way to cause trouble for anyone nor was privvy to his status he was left alone for the most part.

However you don't survive in hell doing nothing hellborns still gotta eat and there weren't many 'normal' jobs for someone who couldn't handle a fight, luckily his heritage afforded him a few worthwhile qualities such as a body that was just naturally gifted to being in perfect condition. He looked pretty damn good top to bottom and his body was unnaturally resistant to most conventional forms of violence, however he never once used his strength for it since it just meant more trouble than it was worth. Additionally his goetian blood meant he was predestined to specialize in certain magics, for him it happened to be lust magic as well as a bit of transformation magic whether this was because of his heritage, coincidence, or simply dumb luck it's uncertain why this ended up being his specialization.

What job did he get with these qualities in mind? Of course it was working at a porn studio for an admittedly stellar crew and cast just that their producer and owner was an absolute fuck knuckle. He was pretty good at his job mostly cause he could go on for far longer than most other demon or sinner alike, however he never raked in any serious dough for his work just enough to make ends meet and live in a shitty motel across the street from the studio. However it was better than on the streets with nothing, and his relationship with his co-workers was pretty good though it was mostly banded together by a mutual distaste for their producer. Thus this is where our story begins, a demon with more than plenty of potential simply stuck in the mire of a shitty job, with a shitty boss.

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Hello everyone! So this is basically a plot that me and a friend did from way back when that essentially didn't quite take off but I loved the concept of it too much not to make use of it somewhere down the line.

So harems, not everyone's cup of tea and very much an 'imbalanced' type of rp I won't dent that. However I love it because it's a feedback loop where if the harem is interesting I personally become more invested and for my partner they get more character progression. Cause at the end of the day harem rps are more about character interactions rather than the overarching story, by the end it acts more like a dating sim with me trying to just get in the pants of various girls though that's boring so of course emotional investment comes hand in hand with it(unless you prefer things to stay purely as no feelings and only lewds).

Now for the setting, for the uninitiated the setting is Hell like straight up hell. It is seperated into various 'rings' or circles representing the 7 deadly sins(Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Gluttony) Hellborn demons like Imps, Hellhounds, Succubi/Incubi, Goetias, and somesuch can live in any ring but Sinners are restricted to only live within the Pride ring which fortunately is the largest ring. Of course a place like this has a class system which goes as Lucifer & his family > The deadly sins/primordials > Ars Goetia > Overlords > Sinners > Hellborn > Imps & Hellhounds.

Hell suffers an overpopulation problem as sinners are immortal and are far more plentiful and while they do kill each other plenty enough, year by year heaven sends out 'exorcists' angels who come down and kill large swaths of hells denizens to cull their growing numbers. Thus Lucifer's daughter Charlie creates a hotel that rehabilitates sinners so they can be redeemed and brought to heaven, with that that's all of the framework for you to understand the setting as a whole ofc there are other details but those are nitty gritty stuff to discuss in chats.

If any of this interests you send in your kinks & limits and whether you'll be playing OCs, Canon Characters, or both!

Harem rps are my favorite type of rp, if I've lost you at the title alone I'm not surprised. So for those still sticking around allow me to potentially try to win you over? Harem rps are inherently selfish, greedy, wish fulfillment whatever but it's a bit of a feedback loop. If the harem isn't interesting, then I'm not interested and the rp isn't interesting overall. However when the pieces fall into place it becomes a sort of Dating Sim, with me having to vary my approach for each girl just to get them to join, then once they're a part of the harem it's about appeasing them individually and exploring the relationship between our characters.

However there may be a few asking "What does Jumpchain mean?" Allow me to simplify, jumpchain refers to a variation of the isekai genre. Here instead of being brought to a different world once you're brought to various worlds, once you complete your journey through one world you move onto the next. In essence this rp would focus on one fandom/canon at a time then move on to the next. Of course it's possible to head back to previously conquered or completed worlds but that's the general gist on the overarching rp. It's one thing to explain it and another to play it out so here's a few writing samples while showing the progression of how the rp would flow for one world.

• Password is Gwimbly, gotta make sure my partners at least read my post and not just the title I worked hard on this list dammit >:[.

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Target character Emily from Hazbin Hotel(mostly as this just helps me visualize).

Ends had a bit of free time before the 'trial' on whether the denizens of hell could or couldn't be redeemed and brought to heaven. The rules were lax around here sure but Charlie specifically told him to keep it in his pants, though kind of hypocritical given the stuff he's heard about Adam the first human to be brought to heaven. He spends plenty of time just wandering taking in the sights and enjoying not having to defend himself from murderers, muggers, or just plain psychos like in hell. Like a kid in a candy store he was trying all the amenities that were available restaurants, arcades, parks, anything recreational he was trying out and enjoying seeing as it was the first time he'd actually seen any of this stuff that wasn't a clunky piece of shit.

Enough time passes and he was bound to bump into someone, unbeknownst to him it was one of the seraphim. He apologizes and helps her up commenting on how pretty her wings were and how similar they were to the other seraphim still not quite putting two and two together. Of course she recognizes him and he does sheepishly confirm that he was the other denizen of hell that Charlie brought up with her, he expresses nervousness about the trial despite the fact he's entirely immune to the whole extermination thing as he wasn't a sinner... That's when he learns that nobody up in heaven is privvy to the exterminations down in hell.

(Fast Forward past the trial and the whole defense of the hotel plus Emily getting together with my character.)

Ends had a hand in the repairs, but was more surprised by Emily's surprise visit with her basically jumping onto him and thanking god he wasn't a casualty in the whole battle. Well, of course he wasn't a casualty but how is a different story he greets her and gives her a little cheek kiss before attempting to pull the Seraphim away asking why she was down in hell and if Sera knew as he didn't want her in trouble. Of course she snuck out and wanted to report that their friend actually ended up in Heaven, it caused a bit of disarray up there with angels up at arms about the result but down at the hotel Charlie at least was celebrating their first success. While simultaneously telling everyone that redemption was possible for sinners somewhere down the road, Emily's time in hell was short though as she would have to sneak back into heaven buuuut Ends did ask if she'd like to 'catch up' a little more along with Charlie and Vaggie. There was of course hesitation from the angel but he reminds her he swore no sex or penetration until marriage, so in a hurry she drags the large hellborn into Charlie's room.

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Now that's one character how about a different one? Keeping with the setting let's go for someone like Verosika Mayday

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Ends finished up a recording day with Verosika, of course she was a popstar first but did dip her toes into adult films mostly because the scarcity of her works made any new films sell like hotcakes for her. Outside of these one-offs Ends never actually knew Verosika but he wanted to change that, mostly because it didn't feel right for him to not at least try to be friendly with his co-stars. "Hey Verosika wait!-" He calls out to her as she was preparing to leave, of course he's met with her usual attitude of not having time for the normal folks and asks him to make it quick. "-Right, so we've worked together a bunch but y'know I wanna get to know more about you. So how about a trip to the bar mmmmaybe a quick stop over to my place after? My treat of course though probably doesn't matter to a popstar like you." She scoffs at the offer but decides to humor him plus free drinks? No better offer than that.

At the bar he tells the bartender to just put any drinks they order on his tab but immediately goes for a non-alcoholic drink. Of course the socialite mocks him a little for not drinking but he just responds "Well it just tastes disgusting to me, maybe because I've got a sweet tooth and I'm more sensitive to the taste of alcohol... Enough about that though, let's talk about you. Surely a popstar's got a life outside the limelight." Their discussion went on through the night him making comments and remarks in between stories while providing his own personal point of view to things she experienced, all in all it was a pretty fun night just hanging out.

((Fast forward once more! Relationship established wherein Verosika either calls him up or just visits the hotel to meet him.))

Verosika made a surprise visit to the hotel much to the surprise of Ends who was having a steamy makeout with the bartender, he doesn't stop either just sort of continuing their bout of foreplay as she made her presence known. "Oh hey Verosika, didn't see ya there. So I assume you're here to vent about something either by talking with some drinks oooor while getting pounded in bed... Which is it?" She grabs his collar and pulls him away telling him not to take their little 'agreement' lightly, he kids of course and obliges her apologizing to the other lady as Verosika could get pretty jealous on the idea of him fucking other women.

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Whew! That was a lot, if any of that interests you by all means shoot me a message, I prefer to plot and build up the finer details of rps in chat, I have plenty of fandoms/canons available to which I can post it in chat.

"Fucking hell, Isha, that feels s-so fucking good." Riya panted as I licked and lapped at her pussy, her thighs clenching around my head as my hands reached up to squeeze her breast, earning me a loud yelp.

"Mmm, is it just me, or do you taste better than last time?" I asked, pausing to look up at my elder sister with a small smirk at the edge of my lips. Riya clearly wasn't having it, and pushed my head down to her twat. Fair enough, I had been teasing her the whole day, and had been eating her delicious pussy for a good while now, bringing her to the precipice of an earth shattering orgasm, before pulling away just as she would start to quiver.

It was easy, especially when you consider that Riya and I had been doing this for a long while now. It had started on a family vacation, our parents had taken us on a cruise and had booked two rooms, one for us and one for them. For most of the first night, Riya and I had laughed at how they were probably fucking each other's brains out. I, ever the more daring one, had managed to get us a few bottles of vodka and we were halfway through the second one when I felt the urge to kiss her, and was surprised by how quickly she leaned into me as I kissed her. So, what started as a tipsy mistake turned into a salacious, sapphic affair that lasted for more than two decades and showed no sign of stopping.

We guarded the secret with our lives, nobody knew. For a long while, I lived on the other coast, so we were only able to meet about twice a year during the holidays. However, that changed a couple years back when my husband, Jack, got an offer to move to the same city as her. It was a gift from the universe, and I snatched it eagerly. Jack made more than enough for both of us, and neither of us wanted children, which meant that I was free for most of the day. Counting in the frequent work trips that he took, the house was empty for most of the year, which meant that Riya and I could fool around much more often.

A loud shriek shook me out of my thoughts, followed by her hand digging deeper into my mane as I licked her faster and faster. "Oh god- fuck... fuck!" She squeaked, trying her best to muffle her cries, with one hand reaching out for her own grooling cunt while the other moved down to grip at the sheets. She tossed about and squirmed, pleading to be set free, but I was commited to the job. My hands moved down and coiled around her waist and squeezed tightly, my fingers digging into her hips. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK"

A loud scream erupted from my sister's lips. catching me of guard. Riya was usually more cautious when you were in the house. Even though if it was the dead of night, she would be paranoid and make as she could, saving the screeches and screams for when we were alone. Then again, I guess that having an orgasm dragged out for a good part of an hour would make anyone throw caution to the wind. I pulled away, ducking quickly in order to dodge a swing of her trembling leg that was heading straight for my temple. A fleeting eternity passed with her hands clinging onto the drenched sheets, her body continuing to quiver like a leaf in a storm before the orgasm eventually flowed out of her body. She murmured softly, her eyes closed as her chest slowly rose up and down, it was obvious that she was done for the night.

I shook my head and sighed, I knew she'd make up for it next time, but it was still disappointing to end the night without a happy ending. That's when I heard a creak, and looked up to see a silhouette, peaking into the bedroom. I narrowed my eyes slowly, trying to get a glimpse. The dark figure must've realized that they were spotted, and moved away. I had no doubt who it was, there was only one other person in the house, and that was you. If you really had spotted what was going on, then we needed to have a serious conversation. I got up and pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, before putting on a black robe and heading out, closing the door behind me. You were sleeping in the guest room, and that's where I headed first. Sure enough, the door was closed and was probably locked as well. I hesitated for a second, before knocking. A few seconds later, the door opened up in front of me, and I smmiled at my nephew, "Hey, can we talk?"

Hey, I'm Isha, this is a prompt I've wanted to play out for a while now.

I imagine a list of my kinks would be helpful, so here they are; teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, cumplay (obviously!), messy sex, torn clothing, threesomes (mmf and ffm), light raceplay, bwcs, incest, foreplay, oral, bwcs and anal. On the other hand my limits are mainly petplay, excessive pain, watersports, noncon, underage and toilet stuff.

Check out my DPP Profile as well, as it has a lot more information about me! My timezone's IST (GMT+5:30) and I'm usually active pretty late into the night, so a time issue doesn't bother me. No chats please, pms only. I'd love to move to discord once we've become acquainted as roleplaying is SO much easier there. I hope I hear from you soon <3!

Hello everyone. Ive had a lot of fun recently coming up with ideas and I really want to improve what I have so this is another idea id like your help on.

This morning is much like any other. You wake up on the couch, splayed and piled bodies of the slaves from last nights orgy still splayed about on the ground. Some who still have toys vibrating within and a couple who are cuddling dildos like teddy bears. You gently tiptoe into the bedroom to find your husband, sorry, master still sleeping. Your marital bed is full of women who would make a playboy model jealous, its so full in fact that you wouldnt be able to force your way into the bed even if you tried. You know better than to try and wake your husban- master but you cant help but think about a time when you not only slept in the same bed as him but you were also the only one in the bed.

You tiptoe back out and start the clean up process. Waking the whores, handing out chore sheets. The one good thing about your husband figuring out brainwashing and mind control is that you never have to do your own chores aside from running the business. You catch yourself. Shouldnt that be something more. Like about how you are so happy to serve such a powerful man and that you love to see him empty his seed into as many wom- whores as possible? Something is definitely wrong with you.

Unnerved by this interaction you decide to take a walk around the compound. This is just another benefit of your husbands work. A large mansion with a heavily fortified compound on a private tropical island. You find yourself following a group of cadets who are being sleep deprived. Forced to constantly run one of the many trails. Given their appearance you know that by tonight they will be slipped into one of the training cocoons and pumped full of body modifying drugs. You glance at yourself a mirror set up exclusively to promote body shame but you dont need it. Even without the funhouse effects you know that you could never compare to these women. You weren't hideous or anything, above average yes, but here you might as well have three boobs and a dick. Perhaps what you need is some solace.

Turning off the trail you head towards the chapel. Once upon a time it would have been an abbey or a convent. Now it serves as a pseudo religious institution where women can go to worship cock and apply themselves better to serving men. Thats its official function anyway. In reality it serves as a way to reinforce a womans training without the expense of fully breaking and sending them back to the cocoons. Inside is Sister Elizabeth, the habit and leather harness jiggling every time she strikes her mother, bound face down and ass up, with the flogger. "Oh hello there mistress!" She calls out as soon as she sees you. Her mother lets out a groan as she begs to be released. Instead Elizabeth gags her mother and turns on the hitachi and straps it to her thigh before returning to you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" She asks escorting you to a pew and inviting you to sit. Possibly the only clean space in this entire church.

You begin explaining "Lately Ive been feeling off. Ive started to empathize with these women-"

"Whores." Elizabeth corrects. "But I see where you are going. You havent had any training in quite a while?"

"No. My husband-"
"Master." You are corrected again.

"My master has always wanted to do it himself but lately we havent even slept in the same room."

In response Elizabeth reaches a hand up to try and strike you but is stopped only an inch or two away. "He Does love you. See? He took the time and care to make sure that none of us could ever harm you."

You spend a little bit more talking to her and she keeps trying to make you feel better about your situation but in the end you end up being called away to catalogue a new shipment for processing.

As soon as you finish the assignments and have all of the women in the different training facilities, you spot your husband approaching you. He is currently wearing his swimsuit and flanked by two amazonian goddesses with breasts bigger than your head. Each is in a revealing bikini that is more to show off their physique more than to swim in. he looks more than a little worried but tries to play it off. "Hey babe! how goes the assignments?"

"Fine." Is your response. You begin detailing which programs you assigned the random streetwalkers and the whores as well as the different programs the specialty items are being trained with. finally he stops you.
"I got a call from Elizabeth. Whats going on?"
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And this is where Id like to leave it off. You know how most mind control porn only covers the building of the harem and not what happens after? Well thats where I want to start. Everything is built perfectly (for me at least). However, this has resulted in our marriage starting to fall apart even though we still ultimately love each other.

If this interested you please send me message (chats will be ignored) describing your character and a continuation.

Kinks (bold is mandatory and anything not covered can be negotiated): Domination, Sadism, Mind control/brainwashing, Master/Slave, Collars, Misogyny, raceplay (im white), BDSM, sexy/sexualized outfits/lingerie, incest, MFF threesome, Harem, Forced Bisexuality, training, corruption, groping, thick women, gigantic breasts, non con

Limits: Vore, Gore, snuff, toilet stuff, beast, necro, underaged

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After almost a year of soul-crushing training, the day had come for me. I had gone from just another conscript to a glorious Grenadier of the Empire. The best training Kaladia could muster was given to me in order to turn myself into one of the finest warriors mankind could muster. A chance for me to fulfill my duty, to make my family proud, and to protect my homeland from the elven invaders. As an added bonus, the payment was nice, and all the retirement benefits, plus the sick muscles and uniform made me popular with the ladies, which should help according to the rumors of the…other benefits given in order to keep a steady supply of manpower flowing.

I quickly leaped out of my bunk bed for the last time, being greeted by my squadmates doing the same. Lana, the ashy-haired girl who always kept my spirits up, Markis, the juggernaut who was always in either a wrestling match or in trouble, and Petr, always thinking about something. We were not only mates, but friends, brothers even, we grew up around the same neighborhood deep within Inner Kaladia, and we were all the same age, getting us conscripted at the same time and shoved into Fort Folrem. It was rough, but our sense of duty got us through, we trained together, we fought together, we fooled around together, and we were going to be deployed together, so we could fight alongside each other for the greater good, standing against the elven threat.

We talked towards the podium set up for one last ceremony, officiated by none other than Princess Sarana herself, the most feared and desired woman across all Kaladia, if not the entire continent of Praava. Seeing the daughter of Emperor Kaladan V herself coming to deliver a motivating speech was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and exactly what I and my mates needed to calm down our worst fears, if the princess was with us, who could stand before us?

“You are the finest of the finest, la crème de la crème,” she spoke with her famous fierce tone. “Among the youth of Kaladia, no, the youth of mankind, you stand above all the rest. No one can match your determination, and no one can fault your will of steel. You are now not mere soldiers, but the anointed warriors of the Empire, and it falls upon your shoulder the burden and the privilege of fighting for it, for your homes, for your families, and for the future of all of mankind. Those months have been the hardest of your lives, and the next ones will make these look like paradise, as fire and flame rains above your faces, remember not only your training but what you are fighting for. Hail the Emperor! Hail Kaladia! Porla Gran Kalada!”

I couldn't help but “URAH!” once Sarana finished her speech. This was what everything was leading towards, the turning point of my life, where I would become a man, and find purpose in my existence. Once she said goodbye with a salute, I entered the train taking us to the frontlines together with my comrades, and sat down in the rather comfortable seats beside them. Everything felt perfect, the view of the countryside relaxed my worst fears of facing the battlefield, and I decided to just relax and doze off, enjoying my last moments of peace.

I didn’t realize how short they would be.

Just after I fell asleep, I wasn’t greeted by Lana reprimanding Markis for doing something stupid, or Petr doodling or taking notes about some random tree he saw in the distance, nor by some officer parading around the carriage talking about how improper everyone was being and how our behavior was “unbecoming of Grenadiers.” All the while they were silently mocked by some soldiers who somehow survived training sniveling in the far corners.

I was instead greeted by the collapsed carriage ceiling, the sounds of distant explosions and gunshots, and the foul mixture of dirty, blood, and human parts. I stared in disbelief once I recognized the remains, Lana’s severed arm right above the dirt, with her unmistakable fair skin, Petr’s torso impaled on a piece of wood, his lifeless eyes perched downwards, while Markis right beside me, his head swimming in the pool of his blood. It was a nightmare, a total nightmare, one that was unfortunately very real, and one I couldn’t wake up from. I screamed in broken grief, trying to wrestle myself free from the pieces of wood crushing my body, threatening to make me join my comrades by destroying my ribs, to no avail. Despite my best efforts, everything pointed my story was going to end there, without firing a single shot.

Instead, my fate was subverted by a sudden flash of light, not from another explosion, but from sun rays once obstructed by the remains of the carriage. All I could see then was your face, your beautiful face, as I saw your eyes stare at my own, your long flowing hair mixing with your reassuring words and expression to soothe me, and your soft, yet surprisingly strong hands grabbing hold of me as you took me out of the dirt and into relative safety.

You reassured me, saying how I wasn’t supposed to be there, and that everything would be fine from now on. I was shocked, still reeling from the carnage I just had escaped from, one that was desperate to claim me as well, only to be saved by you.

However, we weren’t out of danger yet, the gunshots and explosions were much closer than expected, and it became clear we were going to fight our way out. You gave me a Magic Template and a rifle and asked if I could still fight.

I wasn’t sure if it was out of anger for my friends, or to impress you, but I accepted right away, and little did I know it would be the first of many battles, battles that would change the world, and forge a bond in the hellish flames of war…

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Greetings! Thank you for taking the time to read this prompt! I came here in hopes of finding a good partner to play a plot-heavy story with many romantic undertones laced with a nice dose of smut!

I won't mind anyone as long you can write good replies and play the girl in the prompt. Her nature is kept vague as to allow for many possibilities, is she an older officer looking out for her underlings? A fellow grenadier fighting for her comrades? Or perhaps an elf girl who changes the views of the male lead? I'm very open to all the possibilities!

If this interests you, let me know! I am mostly interested in story suggestions and ideas, but I won't mind a couple of kinks that could be integrated with the story, especially when the romance leads into sex. I have a couple of hard limits, the usual stuff like scat, watersports, diapers, etc. As well as other stuff like MxM, extreme BDSM, fisting, and sounding, though I am rather open to stuff like clothes(girls in uniform are rather nice and are obviously plentiful here), most sexual acts possible between two people, cum play, and perhaps even gangbangs. Slavery is also an option that could be easily integrated into the story, though I have some reservations about extreme BDSM as previously mentioned. I’ve got a kink list if you are interested in that.

Once again, thank you for your time!

Hey, I posted this before, but nobody gave me any feedback. I got some responses to this one already, but always looking for ideas on how to improve.

Matt washed his mixing bowl. He had just finished making a pan of brownies for his best friend (and crush) Amy. He put tin foil over the pan to keep them moist and went off to have his shower.

Being blind, Matt often thought and found that he could take a lot better care of his looks and appearance than he did. He stood at 5 feet 9, his caucasian skin neither tatooed nor pierced. He had brown shoulder length curly hair, and hazel eyes. He usually had a full beard. He was overweight, see comment above about home made brownies. A friend had once generously described him as having a comfy teddie bear aesthetic.

He wandered over to his shower and put Matchbox 20 on. While he showered, he thought about Amy. They had known each other for a few years and always got along well. She was funny, cheerful, always encouraging Matt to go out instead of having a quiet evening in. She introduced him to her favourite music, favourite shows and movies, they liked all the same restaurants. They sometimes hung out in a group and played poker or went questing in Dungeons and Dragons. They occasionally hung out at Karaoke or at the local stand up comedy club. Tonight it would be relaxing just the two of them. All of the friends had cancelled on them last moment, Matt idly wondered why? Maybe they would grab a pizza, watch a classic romantic comedy, or just gossip about the group and about life in general.

He put on some cinnamon vanilla cologne, shaved, and put on his favourite aftershave, and donned his favourite textured Hawaiian shirt and khakis. He wanted to invite Amy to stay the night, to even share his bed, but that would ruin the friendship.

Tonight was the night, thought Amy. The women of their group had dared her and she thought it would not only be a great prank but would bring Matt out of his shell. She was going to be naked for the entire evening, and see how long it took blind Matt to notice. Would she maybe help him along in recognising this fact? What would happen between them once he did, she was sure their relationship would change, but she was certain that he would still think of her as his best friend. (with benefits?!]

"Amy, come in, so great to hang out!" Matt hugged her and they felt brief sparks pass between them.

As Matt prepared drinks, Amy snuck off to the washroom. She slid off her top, wiggled out of her skirt, and was completely nude. Let the games begin, she thought.

Kinks: humour, romance, flirting, double entendre; mutual body worship; being guided; dirty talk and nicknames.

limits: anything too BDSM, incest, water sports, scat.

I hope you can imagine the playful humorous teasing side to this and can imagine a few directions for this prompt, cheers and have a great evening.

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After almost a year of soul-crushing training, the day had come for me. I had gone from just another conscript to a glorious Grenadier of the Empire. The best training Kaladia could muster was given to me in order to turn myself into one of the finest warriors mankind could muster. A chance for me to fulfill my duty, to make my family proud, and to protect my homeland from the elven invaders. As an added bonus, the payment was nice, and all the retirement benefits, plus the sick muscles and uniform made me popular with the ladies, which should help according to the rumors of the…other benefits given in order to keep a steady supply of manpower flowing.

I quickly leaped out of my bunk bed for the last time, being greeted by my squadmates doing the same. Lana, the ashy-haired girl who always kept my spirits up, Markis, the juggernaut who was always in either a wrestling match or in trouble, and Petr, always thinking about something. We were not only mates, but friends, brothers even, we grew up around the same neighborhood deep within Inner Kaladia, and we were all the same age, getting us conscripted at the same time and shoved into Fort Folrem. It was rough, but our sense of duty got us through, we trained together, we fought together, we fooled around together, and we were going to be deployed together, so we could fight alongside each other for the greater good, standing against the elven threat.

We talked towards the podium set up for one last ceremony, officiated by none other than Princess Sarana herself, the most feared and desired woman across all Kaladia, if not the entire continent of Praava. Seeing the daughter of Emperor Kaladan V herself coming to deliver a motivating speech was unexpected, but not unwelcome, and exactly what I and my mates needed to calm down our worst fears, if the princess was with us, who could stand before us?

“You are the finest of the finest, la crème de la crème,” she spoke with her famous fierce tone. “Among the youth of Kaladia, no, the youth of mankind, you stand above all the rest. No one can match your determination, and no one can fault your will of steel. You are now not mere soldiers, but the anointed warriors of the Empire, and it falls upon your shoulder the burden and the privilege of fighting for it, for your homes, for your families, and for the future of all of mankind. Those months have been the hardest of your lives, and the next ones will make these look like paradise, as fire and flame rains above your faces, remember not only your training but what you are fighting for. Hail the Emperor! Hail Kaladia! Porla Gran Kalada!”

I couldn't help but “URAH!” once Sarana finished her speech. This was what everything was leading towards, the turning point of my life, where I would become a man, and find purpose in my existence. Once she said goodbye with a salute, I entered the train taking us to the frontlines together with my comrades, and sat down in the rather comfortable seats beside them. Everything felt perfect, the view of the countryside relaxed my worst fears of facing the battlefield, and I decided to just relax and doze off, enjoying my last moments of peace.

I didn’t realize how short they would be.

Just after I fell asleep, I wasn’t greeted by Lana reprimanding Markis for doing something stupid, or Petr doodling or taking notes about some random tree he saw in the distance, nor by some officer parading around the carriage talking about how improper everyone was being and how our behavior was “unbecoming of Grenadiers.” All the while they were silently mocked by some soldiers who somehow survived training sniveling in the far corners.

I was instead greeted by the collapsed carriage ceiling, the sounds of distant explosions and gunshots, and the foul mixture of dirty, blood, and human parts. I stared in disbelief once I recognized the remains, Lana’s severed arm right above the dirt, with her unmistakable fair skin, Petr’s torso impaled on a piece of wood, his lifeless eyes perched downwards, while Markis right beside me, his head swimming in the pool of his blood. It was a nightmare, a total nightmare, one that was unfortunately very real, and one I couldn’t wake up from. I screamed in broken grief, trying to wrestle myself free from the pieces of wood crushing my body, threatening to make me join my comrades by destroying my ribs, to no avail. Despite my best efforts, everything pointed my story was going to end there, without firing a single shot.

Instead, my fate was subverted by a sudden flash of light, not from another explosion, but from sun rays once obstructed by the remains of the carriage. All I could see then was your face, your beautiful face, as I saw your eyes stare at my own, your long flowing hair mixing with your reassuring words and expression to soothe me, and your soft, yet surprisingly strong hands grabbing hold of me as you took me out of the dirt and into relative safety.

You reassured me, saying how I wasn’t supposed to be there, and that everything would be fine from now on. I was shocked, still reeling from the carnage I just had escaped from, one that was desperate to claim me as well, only to be saved by you.

However, we weren’t out of danger yet, the gunshots and explosions were much closer than expected, and it became clear we were going to fight our way out. You gave me a Magic Template and a rifle and asked if I could still fight.

I wasn’t sure if it was out of anger for my friends, or to impress you, but I accepted right away, and little did I know it would be the first of many battles, battles that would change the world, and forge a bond in the hellish flames of war…

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Greetings! Thank you for taking the time to read this prompt! I came here in hopes of finding a good partner to play a plot-heavy story with many romantic undertones laced with a nice dose of smut!

I won't mind anyone as long you can write good replies and play the girl in the prompt. Her nature is kept vague as to allow for many possibilities, is she an older officer looking out for her underlings? A fellow grenadier fighting for her comrades? Or perhaps an elf girl who changes the views of the male lead? I'm very open to all the possibilities!

If this interests you, let me know! I am mostly interested in story suggestions and ideas, but I won't mind a couple of kinks that could be integrated with the story, especially when the romance leads into sex. I have a couple of hard limits, the usual stuff like scat, watersports, diapers, etc. As well as other stuff like MxM, extreme BDSM, fisting, and sounding, though I am rather open to stuff like clothes(girls in uniform are rather nice and are obviously plentiful here), most sexual acts possible between two people, cum play, and perhaps even gangbangs. Slavery is also an option that could be easily integrated into the story, though I have some reservations about extreme BDSM as previously mentioned. I’ve got a kink list if you are interested in that.

Once again, thank you for your time!

Salutations,

We're so excited to have you at Noxon School of Magic for your post-secondary education this fall!

As you well know, Noxon is one of the premier magic colleges across all of the continent. Our students graduate to become the best mages of our time.

You've likely selected us for our high quality professors, who must compete with others in their field to teach here. And we have a wide variety of opportunities to get practical experience with your magic, mainly via our well kept dungeons, filled with magical artifacts and monsters.

Before beginning your education, one of the first decisions you'll need to make is which dormitory you'll be residing in. We've asked the stewards of each house to write a bit about what makes their abode unique.

First is an elf, his blonde hair shaved high, showcasing his ornate earrings. "While I know I need no introduction, my name is Castien Ravenfall The Third, and I am the streward of Crescent Keep. Truthfully, I'm not sure there's much point to tell you about our house, since you likely already know if you're to be a member. Whether you're wealthy, a legacy student, or perhaps royalty such as myself, you likely know of the quality of our lodging, including the impeccable service. Our chef in particular makes a sautéed star elk to die for. Of course, if you're not part of the elite, well, I'm sure we can find some way to make you useful..."

Next is a Tiefling, their eyes comfortably drowsy, tattoos creeping up their neck. Their skin a fiendish red with horns adorned with jewelery. "Hey, I'm Damvir, of the Daydream Den. In our house, I feel I've found a real community. There's always some one around I can study magic with. We have a little nook we store common spell components in. And in the evening we all work together to make dinner! Afterwards, we often spend time together in our common space, playing music for each other, performing magic for each other or... Wherever the night takes us. If that sounds good to you, we'd love to have you!"

Finally, a Gnomish man, with brown hair, freckles, and thick glasses. "Tobis Whistlegem here. There's one reason and one reason only to attend this school: to learn magic. And there's no better place to learn magic than at The Winged Spire. The whole tower is lined with books, themselves lined with countless spells and rituals that you could spend a lifetime learning. Okay, so, yes, maybe sometimes we cast a spell with... unintended consequences. But our house is the most learned of all the houses! We always find a way to use spells effectively... and fix them when they go wrong, of course."

Upon arrival, you'll have time to meet with your fellow dormmates and set up in your room before classes start. We encourage you to find classmates you connect with. We'll also have some time for you to meet professors to figure out which courses you're most excited to take, as well as to explore the nearby territory for dungeons and test your magic on the monsters that inhabit them, as suits your desires. We look forward to your addition to our community of mages!

Hey horny people. Looking to run a slice-of-life magic college setting! I imagine the world as more sexual than ours, but not so much that it removes all our character motivations and desires. 40/60 sex:story ratio. Possible sexual partners I'd play are fellow students, professors, and monsters, and I'd like to play with some one who desires a healthy mix of at least two of these. Attend class to learn erotic spells, explore the dungeon to find sexy magic items, and meet folks you can try them out on throughout (and who might cast a spell or two on you ;P)!

Gameplay-wise, once classes start, we'll play with a Morning, Afternoon, Evening system, where I'll set up a few options for activities you can do, and a few folks present that you can give your attentions to as you please. I wasn't thinking of doing stats or dice rolls, just a spell list and a magical item inventory.

Kinks I'm interested in are: Erotic Magic, Creampie, Impreg, Pregnancy, Monster Fucking, Bondage, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism.

You can read more about me here, and find my full kinklist here.

Prefer discord for this.

Looking for some one who can write a few paragraphs for each reply at least once a day, who is definitively interested in both having sex with folks at school as well as developing their character and their relationship with my characters.

If that all sounds good to you, I'd love for you to reply with the character you'd like to play! What's their race? Experience with magic? What are they hoping to gain from school? What kinds of sexual scenarios are you interested in? (and also share your kinks/limits!)

Okay, take two! I have added descriptions of characters to help give the world more life, while trying to keep the general setup that I had. Also included some gameplay descriptions so readers have a better idea of what they're in for. Do we think this is ready to go live, or does it need more work?

Also thank you to anyone who reads the whole thing, I did end up writing quite a bit more :3

He had moved to a new apartment complex two months ago for work. The only new friend he made was the old lady two doors down. They met by chance as she was coming out to get her mail. She greeted him warmly, welcomed him to the neighborhood, and told him to let her know if he ever needed someone to talk to. What a sweet old lady.

His other neighbors noticed them spending time together and approached him with warnings and rumors. She supposedly used to be an escort. She supposedly had three husbands and took all their money. She supposedly spreads her legs for any man in the complex. Bullshit, he thought. If she had all that money, why live in an apartment complex? Plus, the only man he had ever seen coming out of her door at night was some delivery guy. Packages come late sometimes. So what?

He went to visit her one Sunday morning. She opened the door wearing a vibrant nightgown. He tried to keep his attention on her face.

“It’s a bit early to be going to bed, isn’t it?” he joked.

She smiled at him. There was a certain provocativeness to her smile. Something inviting. Something… seductive.

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I’m looking for a partner to play a mature, older woman for a neighbor RP. Let’s talk about our characters and their backstories. Is the woman a lonely widow needing companionship? Maybe her husband is still in the picture and leaves her unsatisfied? Maybe she really is a raging slut who never grew out of her promiscuous ways? Let’s see what we can come up with.

Kinks: Maledom, hidden sex, muffled sex, cheating sex, creampies

Limits: Piss, scat, blood, snuff

DMs are open. Let’s have some fun.

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I've yet to get any takers for this one. I'm not sure if it's a timing issue. Any issues here that I'm not seeing?

I'm considering a few different headlines and was wondering which is more gripping:

• Sweet old lady has a secret

• MILF Neighbor was once a whore, supposedly. Let's find out.

• MILF thinks she's still got it. New neighbor finds out for himself.

Constructive feedback is welcome. Thanks.

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The day had come for me, after almost a year of soul crushing training. I had went from just another conscript to a glorious Grenadier of the Empire. The best training Kaladia could muster was given to me in order to turn myself into one of the finest warriors mankind could muster. A chance for me to fulfill my duty, to make my family proud, and to protect my homeland from all invaders. And, as an added bonus, the payment was nice, and all the retirement benefits, plus the sick muscles and uniform made me popular with the ladies, which should help according to the rumors of the…other benefits given in order keep a steady supply of manpower flowing.

I quickly leaped out of my bunkbed for the last time, putting on my dress-uniform, and packed my things. Today was my last day in Fort Folrem, the first day I was going to leave Inner Kaladia, and the day I was going to be deployed to the frontlines.

I greeted my fellow recruits, some with waves, others with salutes, and others with laughs. I had made many friends, and while it was sad to see them go, it was still an exciting, if terrifying prospect to go and see the world for the first time, armed with nothing but our training and our magic. To face the dreaded elven threat directly and not through the pages of a book.

Sergeant Karina, the most feared and desired woman in the Fort, and our drill sergeant, delivered a short speech to all those who had completed training and were about to be deployed. Her brown eyes armored by her glasses darted around the open-air assembly, meeting everyone’s eyes including my own.

“You are the finest of the finest, la creme de la creme,” she spoke with her common fierce tone. “Among the youth of Kaladia, no, the youth of mankind, you stand above all the rest. No one can match your determination, and no one can fault your will of steel. You are now not mere soldiers, but the anoited warriors of the Empire, and it falls upon your shoulder the burden and the privilege of fighting for it, for your homes, for your families, and for the future of all of mankind. Those months have been the hardest of your lives, and the next ones will make these look like paradise, as fire and flame rains above your faces, remember not only your training, but what you are fighting for. Hail the Emperor! Hail Kaladia! Porla Gran Kalada!”

I couldn't help but “URAH!” once Karina finished her speech. This was what everything was leading towards, the turning point of my life, where I would become a man, and find purpose in my existence.

Then why couldn't I feel anything and why was everyone dead?

Just after I fell asleep in the train carriage take me and my future squadmates to the frontlines, I was woken up not surrounded by my fellow service men and women, giggling, toasting, and thinking about the future, with a couple of sultry comments about the female soldiers and a bunch of mention about how they would slaughter those “filthy knife-ears.”

I was instead greeted by the collapsed carriage celling, the sounds of distant explosions and gunshots, and the foul mixture of dirty, blood, and human parts. It was a nightmare, a nightmare I wanted to wake up from, instead I couldn't move, and all the energy I could muster was to cry over seeing the mutilated remains of my friends while my mind slipped in and out of consciousness, threatening to take me to soon meet them.

Instead, my fate was subverted by a sudden flash of light, not from another explosion, but from sun rays once obstructed by the remains of the carriage. All I could see then was your face, your beautiful face, as I saw your eyes stare at my own, your long flowing hair mixing with your reassuring words and expression to soothe me, and your soft, yet surprising strong hands grabbing hold of me as you took me out of the dirt and into relative safety. You had helped defy my fate, and it was love in first sight, especially once I gazed upon your…assets, triggering a more inappropriate response.

We werent fully safe however, but with you, I wouldn't cry anymore, but instead I would fight out of hell itself if it meant being with you. Such an opportunity came sooner than expected when you handed over a Magic Template and a rifle and asked if I could fight.

“If I am with you, I can fight the gods themselves,” I replied.

And perhaps, that wouldn't be just a corny hyperbole…

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Greetings! Thank you for taking the time to read this prompt! I came here in hopes of finding a good partner to play a plot-heavy story with many romantic undertones laced with a nice dose of smut!

I won't mind anyone as long you can write good replies and play the girl in the prompt. Her nature is kept vague as to allow for many possibilities, is she an older officer looking out for her underlings? A fellow grenadier fighting for her comrades? Or perhaps a elf girl who change the views of the male lead? Im very open to all the possibilities!

If this interests you, let me know! I am mostly interested in story suggestions and ideas, but I won't mind a couple of kinks that could be integrated with the story, and especially when the romance leads into sex.

Once again, thank you for your time!

I ran through the mist, deserting my village and the life I had once known for so long. The blood... all of it was practically all I knew since childhood, battles and wars, battles and wars, battles and wars, BATTLES AND WARS! I fought back the thoughts, feeling the subtle anger beginning to stir inside my stomach as I left the village hidden in the mist. I wished that I could feel pain and sorrow from leaving my home, but... I didn't, in fact I felt more alive and freer than I ever did in any other point of my life. A wide smile came on me before I finally escaped the land of water, traveling wherever my heart took me.

My ears came to life as I caught onto some noise nearby... something was trailing after me, I looked down at my stomach, seeing the seal covering my stomach and rubbing it with some hidden shame in my heart. I glanced back at the source of the sound, tossing a paper bomb and letting it explode, and like clockwork my pursuers made themselves known, jumping out of their cover. I unsheathed my Kiba blades as I finally got a good look at them all, Hunter Nins from the Mist, just my luck eh?

"Well then, I suppose you all won't let me go if I say please, right?"

I smirked at them before performing some hand seals and shooting out a water dragon right at the squads, meanwhile one of the nins came at me, letting us clash blades before a flying kunai narrowly missed my head. I pushed them back, throwing some smoke bombs for a distraction before disappearing from the scene, jumping from tree to tree with haste in each of my steps, not looking back to see if they were on my trail or regained sight of me.

"Damn it, guess I'll need to hide out somewhere or else they won't ever let me rest."

I traversed through the forest making my way out of it before reaching a village or town to be more exact, wandering its empty streets before I could hear someone following after me from behind. I looked back only to see nothing, but I didn’t risk a single second, moving like the wind throughout the street and already hearing my pursuer give chase as it didn’t take long before I was trapped against a wall and no way out. I could hear it, the clacking of sandals before I heard a voice call out to me.

“Ha ha! Did you think you could escape?”

I turned around to see a woman with white hair, a red jacket and green clothes underneath proudly stand there, her sandals cracking against the ground with each step she took.

“Apologies, but I can’t ever let a handsome boy such as yourself leave my sights, as the Great Toad Sage herself, Rei of the Sanin! Now what’s the name of the young man who caught my eye?”

I froze in utter terror and shock that I was in the presence of one of the Sanin, and no less the most perverted of them all as well. I looked for an escape route only to come up with nothing and back myself against the wall, sighing in frustration. “My name? It’s. . . Nobody!” I threw a smoke bomb to the floor and began running upwards and jumping from roof to roof away from the Pervy Sage. “Ahhhh, hard to get. . . I can work with that.” I heard her whisper as she followed after me, groaning in frustration with a new pursuer Erin my tail. . .

If you've read this far then thank you for your time and reading my little prompt about the story, Naruto Hiden: Roaring Waves! To start with some background information, I’m 20M and in CST, about rping I’m looking for a long term story and not just a quick scene or 3-5 posts and poof done with. I’m pretty active throughout the day so send a response and you can probably expect to post back within the hour if I’m not busy, as for literacy I want someone that can write at least 8 lines a response, sometimes more or sometimes less depending on the scene and what’s going on of course. I’m also fine with third person or first so just use whichever is more comfortable. Now onto the rp!

This rp is set during early Shippuden, the akatsuki beginning to hunt down the jinchuriki and of course my character "Shingetsu Hozuki", being the host of none other than the three tails itself, ISOBU! I do plan on giving some attention to action in this rp but that's not all of course with some slice of life, drama, and even romance sprinkled in for some extra flavor. As for you, well you can play anyone you want, perhaps a fellow OC jinchuriki he meets along his travels and they fight to survive in a world that hates them and has the Akatsuki on their trail, or maybe even a former/current Akatsuki member who has yet to figure out his great secret, or if you'd like to play a canon character that's completely fine and there's a variety to pick from (bonus points if you play multiple)...

My Favorite:

• Lady Tsunade

-Kaguya Ötsutsuki

-Mei Terumi

-Anko Mitarashi

-Samui

-Karin Uzumaki

-many more!|

Note: I want this to be both a story and smut based rp either something like 70/30, 50/50 or 60/40 is completely fine with me as long as we don’t lean too heavily into one and ignore the other. Without further ado, these are my kinks/limits.

Kinks: Hair pulling, Bondage, Multiple rounds, Hair bun/ponytail coming undone due to rough sex, Spanking, Tit jobs, Hotdogging, Outfit descriptions for bodies (also if your character has a tattoo I love descriptions of those), Fake innocence (characters acting dumb or naive while knowing exactly what’s going on), public places, Thigh jobs, Muscled characters (from them simply being thin to toned nicely to being built like a body builder), Love bites, Worldbuilding and many more

Limits: sounding, Vore, Smegma, Bad hygiene, Poo, Vomit, Extremely underaged characters like toddlers, Excessive use of feet, Excessive body hair isn’t too bad but still weird, Inflation, Diapers/Characters acting like babies, Necrophilla, Nipple fucking, Farts, BBW, STDs, Pegging, and rimming (possibly more I’m missing but that depends on what you also want to add in).

This was a silly idea I had that I made into reality. The name says it all. It's a choose yoyr own adventure ture style prompt, all focused on lesbian d/s.

A few disclaimers right up top, so the comments aren't flooded.

1. Yes, I know this is ridiculously impractical, and inefficient. It's way too long, it's much too niche and it requires a lot of legwork before we've even spoken. I just wanted to make it to see if I could, and prototype it a bit for more streamlined iterations.
2. I know the point values are ridiculous. I haven't balanced this in the slightest, so most numbers are just placeholders.

With those out of the way, while this is an undeniably silly idea, I thought it would be neat to try, and i hope it finds you all well! Just humor it and give me some feedback on the design, what could be added/taken away, etc.

Thanks for all the help, people!

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Congratulations! You've been "invited" to live out your wildest fantasies as a lesbian submissive! Luckily for you, you've been granted the ability to fashion your new life and fantasy to your liking using our handy dandy system! To use this system, you'll start out with 20 points, and use these to buy and gain points as you make choices! (Or ignore the point system altogether and just make decisions you like. Either way is fine by me).

Without further ado, let's ask some questions!

Question 1: Your attitude towards lesbian submission could be best described as...

(Choose one primary attribute from this set, and add the relevant points to your score. A second attribute can be added to your character, but without the points bonus.)

• Timid (0 points): You're shy, scared, and easy to push around. You won't cause a domme much trouble in the moment-to-moment, but may struggle to keep the attention of some for very long.
• Bratty (+5 points): You're a spitfire, you talk back even though you know it's going to end in punishment. That's just how you like it.
• Reluctant (+5 points): You're unsure about all this. Is it being with a woman? Or the submission that puts you off? Either way, you've finally met someone that holds all the cards, even if you make it difficult for every step of the way.
• Eager (+5 points): You're absolutely down for whatever comes next. You want this, you need this and you're ready for more!

Question 2: Your sexual history could be described as...

(Choose one primary attribute from this set, and add the relevant points to your score. A second attribute can be added to your character, but without the points bonus.)

• Balanced (0 points): You had a fairly average sex life. You may have experimented with women, maybe you even came out, but you haven't ventured much beyond your vanilla comfort zone.
• Chaste (+5 points): You never did much with sex, didn't experiment and hardly dated, but that never really bothered you. You'll attract dommes who like your discomfort.
• "Straight" (+5 points): You never fooled around with another woman before, and while you're still not sure about it, you're here now.
• Slutty (+5 points): You were always down. You've bedded anyone that moves, and you've loved it. But are you ready for something a bit more intense?
• Kinky (+5 points): You were always willing to explore sexually, and didn't shy from a challenge, especially when it lead to something new and decadently depraved.
• Crowded (+5 points): You never understood monogamy. You've gleefully shared the bed with multiples almost every time you could, and you think you're better off for it.

Question 3: Your fall into submission involved... (Chose only one attribute from the list)

• Online Meeting (0 points): You found your new domme online, discussed your wants and limits in a well-lit, public place, and after deciding that you two would be good partners, arranged a time and date for a first session.
• Slow Seduction (+5 points): You were the victim of a slow, ensnaring plot. By the time you realized you were caught, you didn't really want to escape anyways. She touched you too well, and made you feel things you'd never felt, with just words.
• Blackmail (+5 points): She has dirt on you, dirt you can't afford to let out in the open. Fortunately, she has a very comprehensive plan on how you can keep this information from being released publicly.
• Indebted (+5 points): Things aren't going your way. Debts are piling up, your drug problem is out of hand, your grades are slipping, no matter the problem, she's here to help you out of it. For a unique price..
• Chance Encounter (+5 points): Flirting at the bar, grinding up on the dance floor, making out on the couch after a great date, or seeing someone in a sexy situation you werent supposed to. However it happens, it happens fast and it happens hard. You'll be in a whirlwind once it's over, but you'll savor every moment for a lifetime.
• Taken (+5 points): Whether you're stuffed in the trunk of a car and sped off, or wake up tied in a basement after being jumped outside the club, things haven't gone your way, and they aren't about to get any better!

Question 4: The nature of your relationship with your domme is... (Choose only one attribute from the list)

• Strangers (0 points): You've never been introduced before. Maybe a brief word, or a conversation online, but you hardly know a thing about one another, and there is so much to explore..
• professional (+5 points): You hired her for a session, or vice versa. Whether you know what's coming or not, it's going to be hard to keep things cordial after the fact..
• long-term partner (+5 points): Whether she's a lifelong best friend, or a long-term lover, this is the first time she's gotten to dom you, and my is she good at it..
• personal authority figure (+5 points): The kind of woman who holds control over your personal life. A boss, a professor, a coach, yoyr therapist, even your OBGYN. Someone who's used to exerting control, and translates that nicely to dominating you..

-"Family" ( +5 points) Sometimes it's the people closest to you who know you best. A step-mother you've always relied on for support. A step-sister or cousin you confided in. Even a close family friend or neighbor. How many women have you seen come and go? Have you peered into her room, or through her window, and watched what she did to them? Maybe you heard them through the walls...Well, fortunately for you, she's had her eye on you too, and she's ready to claim her prize.

• Public authority figure/idol (+5 points): She's on top of the world. The supermodel inviting a cute photographer backstage, the CEO who's a bit too friendly with her assistant, the actress who needs to relieve stress between takes. They all get the best there is, and they can fuck you up in more ways than one..
• Rival (+10 points): Karma catches up with us. Such is how you ended up here, being dominated by.... who? The old valedictorian nerd whose grown into her looks? The hot cheerleader whose Calc homework you sabotaged. The girl who placed first on the team. Or are YOU the CEO, undone by your subordinate? Someone who should by all rights be beneath you, yet you find yourself crawling to their feet nightly to attend to their every whim...She's really going to delight in having you at beck and call.
• Crush (+5 points): After months of swooning, you finally worked up the courage to ask out the pole dancer who lives down the hall, to give the girl who takes your order at Starbucks your number, to ask that streamer you like if she's single, and to your surprise, she agrees! However, her desires for the relationship are a little... unorthodox.

Now is the time to take all those points you accrued, and use them to craft the owner of your dreams! Get ready, and if you run out of points before you reach the end, go back to the start and try again!

Question 5: How many people will be in the dynamic? (Choose however many you would like. For this version of the CYOA, assume I will be playing all dom roles, and you all sub roles when making your choices)

• One-on-one (0 points): The baseline; intimate, sexy, and fun. Nothing wrong with a good meeting of two people, but maybe you want a bit more?
• Double dommes (-40 points): Looks like you've lucked out, and find yourself in the enviable position of having two women dominating you together. I hope you can handle all that power. If you choose this option, finish questions 6-8 for your first domme, then go back and add 20 points to your total, and complete 6-8 again for the second. If you dip beliw zero points, you can always enter the punishment zone.
• Double subs (+25 points): You're not alone in this lifestyle. Your domme owns another sub. Maybe you brought her in with you, maybe she was there first. Either way, there's a sense of solidarity in serving together. If you choose this option, finish questions 6-8, then go back and complete questions 1-3 again for the other sub.
• Domination orgy (-100 points): You're lucky enough to have found yourself in the center of a gaggle of doms and subs, all eager to play together. Ownership is lax, so long as you remember your place, and embrace the hedonistic pleasures abound! (If you somehow manage to take this without bombing out your score, congratulations! Finish the CYOA, take your final score, and add 50 bonus points, then start again from the beginning, with all negative point values cut in half [rounded up to the nearest multiple of 5]. Repeat this process until you're happy with the number of people involved, and bask in your rabid degeneracy!)

Question 6: What is your domme's body type? (Choose as many attributes as you'd like)

• Normal proportions (0 points): Your domme is of average height and build. She's still beautiful, and she'll still fuck you up, but she can blend in quite well in public.
• Tall (-5 points): She towers over you with ease, reminding you at all points that you are beneath her.
• Small (-10 points): Good things come in small packages, and while she may be diminutive in height, she's more than capable of exerting her will on you!
• Athletic (-10 points): Your domme is fit, built well but not bulky. She'd probably love to feel you caressing her abs, or putting your head between her strong thighs..
• Muscle Mommy (-20 points): Your dominant definitely embodies the word. She can lift you like a baby, she's cut like a marble statue and she is magnificent. There's nothing quite like being held in her muscular arms, but God help you if you earn a spanking..

Question 7: What else is she like, physically? (Choose as many attributes as you'd like)

• Big breasts (-5 points): Sometimes the best way to deal with a rowdy sub is just to smother her with a nice big pair of tits!
• Big ass (-5 points): What better way to relax than to have your loyal slut worshipping your fat ass, whether she wants to or not..
• Tan/Tan Lines (-5 points): Your domme is clearly an outdoorsy sort, and it shows. Maybe if you behave, she'll let you apply the sunblock.
• Tattooed (-5 points): Whether it's one or two smaller pieces, or a whole sleeve, you can't help but blush when an inked woman looks your way!
• Nipple/Clit Piercings (-5 points): You're domme really loves bringing attention to where it matters, and what better way to do that than with a little jewelry..

Question 8: What is your dommes attitude like? (Choose as many attributes as you like.)

• Strict (-10 points): Your domme knows what she wants, and expects proper results from you. While anything less than perfection is met with punishment, she's more than willing to reward good behavior.. (cost is reduced to -5 points if you already have the "eager" or "timid" traits. Cost is increased to -15 if you already have the "reluctant" trait)
• Cruel (-10 points): Your domme loves watching you squirm. Hearing you beg and scream is her symphony, watching your body mark and your pussy leak is a form of art in and of itself. She'll jump on any opportunity to punish you, whether it's earned or not.. (Cost is reduced to -5 points if you already have the "bratty" or "kinky" traits. Cost is increased to -15 if you have the "timid" trait)
• Hedonistic (-10 points): You live to serve her, quite literally. There's hardly a moment of your day where she's not holding your head against her pussy, or making you suck on her nipples. The rest of the time, you're probably in the midst of a prolonged forced orgasm session before the whole thing starts again! (Cost is reduced to -5 points if you have the "slutty" or "eager" traits. Cost is increased to -15 if you have the "reluctant" trait)
• Sweet (-10 points): Your domme is surprisingly kind to you. She lets you sleep in her bed, she cuddles with you alot. Sure, you're still her submissive, but some days the aftercare lasts twice as long as the actual session..
• Narcissistic (-10 points): You never knew someone could be so enamored with themselves. It makes sense, your domme is perfect in almost every conceivable way, but does she really need to be so forward about it?
• Sensual (-10 points): This is domination in a form you never knew was possible. Silk ribbons instead of ropes, long sessions of sensory-play and the most earth-shattering orgasms of your life! How can you not want to serve her when this is what she offers!

Optional Question: PUNISHMENT MODE Oh no! Looks like you've ran out of points! Or maybe you hopped down here because you're just that much of a needy little thing. Either way, this is the place where you go to make your situation worse, but earn back points. Choose as many of these attributes as you need to finish the game, but you can only take any individual choice once per run, so choose wisely, and try not to dip into the red again. Unless you want to?

• Rough Start (+10 points): Before the start of the scene, you've managed to upset your owner. Perhaps you start the story being punished, or maybe you'll need to work harder to earn back their affection, or even to save your skin from an auction block. Either way, you have a very tough road ahead of you.
• Second Fiddle (+10 points): You're not the favorite of the house. Your fellow sub seems to get all the credit, all of your owner's attention and affection, while you're left to do the chores and take the brunt of the rougher play. Maybe you can come back from this unenviable position, but it's hard to say.. (only available if you have the "double subs" trait.)
• Long-term Denial (+20 points): Your owner believes in the value of self-control, especially when it comes to your body. You haven't had an orgasm in at least a month, but that hasn't stopped her from teasing and edging you, and it certainly hasn't stopped her using you to make herself come. Maybe she'll let you orgasm soon. But whether she keeps you free, or locked in a chastity belt, you're going to have a rough go of it.
• Masked (+5 points): Your domme hasn't called you by your name in a long time. Not since she started keeping you in that hood. Whether leather or latex, your identity has boiled down to "slave" and little else. It could be worse though, you suppose. At least you're not being kept as a...
• Gimped Sub (+15 points): You look best in latex or leather. At least, that's what your owner claims. She loves having you totally at her mercy, and presentable as little more than a servant and a toy to be used. Regardless of how you feel about this setup.
• Total Power Exchange (+15 points): Your bank accounts were emptied awhile ago, your assets given over to her, and a power of attorney document being drawn up by a very corrupt lawyer who you'll be serving some weekend as part of the payment. Any sense of freedom you had is gone, all given to your owner. Better hope you can keep her happy, since she's your only lifeline now..
• Partial support (+10 points): One of your dommes is enamored with you. The other, not so much. She tolerates you because of her partner, but life is difficult when she's in charge. It will be hard fought to suffer her wrath, but maybe you can ingratiate yourself somehow.. (only available of you chose "double dommes" trait)
• Domination Gangbang (+25 points): Your orgy hasn't gone as planned. You're the star of the show. A lone sub in a room full of horny doms, poised to tear you apart (in a sexy way). If you make it, you'll be going home with a very happy domme. If you fail to meet expectations, who can say what might happen.. (only available if you choose "domination orgy" trait).

Alright subs and switches, you've completed the beginning of the journey! Tally up your score, make sure you're above zero (if you're not, might I direct you to the punishment zone to bump you back into the green?) and see the prompt you've created!

For all you eager to write with me, send me a message with your total score, and a list of all the traits you chose, and we can build out a scene and an RP together from there! Hope to hear from you all soon!

// Okay third time is the charm. I tried my best to shorten in up while keeping what people told me they liked about it. Still may be a bit long might make an even shorter version at some point.

Susan Lockett gasped sharply as if waking up from a nightmare. Her eyes popped open to find the purplish hue of the starry night sky above. Every muscle in her body tensed up feeling a cool breeze brush over her. “Wha, where am I?…” she asked as she sat up feeling the soft sand underneath her. She looked around finding herself in a desert next to a road that led to a strange-looking city in the distance. She tilted her head in confusion “Is this a dream?” she pondered as she went to stand only then noticing she was completely naked.

“GAH?!?” She shouted as she tried to cover her curvy figure with her arms and hands the best she could. “What the hell?!?” She asked in a panic as her cheeks grew flush. She then slowly made her way down the road toward the city in the distance.

Just moments ago she had been rushing down another street to her mundane office job. The day before that her boss had asked her to stay late and out of frustration she had stayed up even more after work to play her favorite video game. All this made her sleep through her alarm and in a rush to make it in the next morning she tripped and fell onto the road. The last thing she remembered was the sound of a truck horn.

Eventually, Susan’s feet touched the concrete of a sidewalk as she reached the outskirts of town. She spots what looks to be a dinner with cars from the 1920s parked outside. It didn’t look too busy so Susan walked up to the front door opened it a crack and stuck her head inside. Her jaw dropped at what she saw. The patrons were clearly not human with a large orc man sitting at the bar, a lamia waiter slithering around, and a centaur sitting in the corner booth.

A goblin woman manning the bar noticed Susan and called out to her. “Hey! You gonna come in or what pretty thing?” “Oh!!! I-I can’t… I’m naked.” The goblin scoffs. “So? Never knew you elves to be the modest types.” “Elf?” Susan asked confused as she reached up and felt her long pointed ears. A shiver shot up her spine as she shouted. “Holly shit!!!” This caught the goblin off guard. “Um… you feeling okay beautiful?” The orc glanced over his shoulder at Susan for a moment. “Probably an escapee, those spices they drug the sex slaves with can really screw with your head.” “Sex slaves?!?” Susan’s cheeks turned bright red at the theory. “Oh no, nothing like that I’m just um, from out of town is all.”

The goblin just nodded her hand as she asked the lamia to grab a shirt for Susan. The lamia does so and Susan thanks her before pulling it over her head and stepping inside the dinner. The shirt was long enough to act as a short dress for Susan. The goblin gets Susan some coffee as she sits at the bar and explains her situation. The goblin didn’t fully believe every detail but keeps her mouth shut to be polite. She then grabs a napkin and scribbles down a name and address. “Well that sounds a little above my pay grade beautiful, but find her downtown and she might be able to help you.” She puts the napkin down in front of Susan along with some silver coins. “Here’s some cash for the fair, station is down the street.” Susan scoops up the coils and napkin in her hand. “Oh thank you so much.”

Susan stepped out of the dinner and made her way down the street to a shabby-looking station. There was on one around except for a woman with red skin and horns growing out the sides of her head. She was manning the ticket booth. Susan steps up to the counter and drops the coins “One ticket downtown please.” The horned woman looks Susan up and down as a sinister smile creeps on her lips. Without even looking down she replies. “It’s not enough.” “But you didn’t even-“ “It’s not enough knife ears. But if you come around the back I think we might be able to work something out.

Susan breaks a sweat unsure of what to do. The horned woman then slams her hand down on the table. “Go around the back and wait.” She commanded sternly. Susan jolted a bit before quickly running around behind the booth where she found a door.

The horned woman stood up and chuckled as she walked to the back. As the door swung open Susan found a strong hand grab her by the throat and throw her inside the booth and underneath the counter. “Gah!!!” Susan groaned as she rubbed her sore neck. The horned woman smirked as she stood over Susan. “Haha oh, I love it when you stupid knife ears come to the city. You’re so easy to boss around.” The horned woman hissed as she undid her pants and let her huge warm cock flop onto Susan’s smooth face.

Susan’s eyes widened in horror as the woman grabbed her by the hair and forced her cock down her tight throat. She bit her lip and groaned as she threw Susan’s head back and forth with fast long thrusts. Tears ran down Susan’s cheeks as she choked on the huge cock that bulged her throat out over and over.

As Susan was being violated another customer came up to the booth and ordered a ticket. “Gah! 10 silver, hmmmmmfffff!!!” The horned woman said as she came down Susan’s throat. The other customer seemed completely unbothered by the situation and simply took their ticket and left. The horned woman slowly pulled out and chuckled as she held a ticket under the counter. “Have a nice trip, hope you enjoyed the complimentary meal.” Susan grabbed the ticket before bolting out of the booth right as the train was pulling up.

The train was pulled by a little steam engine and the coaches had old-timey stylings but modern subway layouts. Susan’s wiped some cum off her lips as she stepped aboard. It was strange because it was clear there was no electrical work but the signs still changed and the doors still moved on their own like magic.

As the train made it deeper and deeper into the heart of city Susan saw all manners of strange sights getting on and off. The most awkward of which was a naked elven woman being led on a leash by an orc. Susan had to keep her eyes glued to the floor to stop herself from staring.

Once the little fairy that served as the conductor shouted “Downtown!” Susan swiftly hopped off the train and into the busy crowds of the station. Susan managed to struggle her way out onto the streets with huge 1920s New York-style skyscrapers towering over the people.

Overwhelmed Susan walked up to an 8-foot female minotaur in a police officer’s uniform. “Um excuse me? Can you tell me where this is?” She held up the napkin. The minotaur bent over and squinted at the small text. She then pointed down towards a much calmer and dimly lit alleyway. “Should be over there miss.” “Oh thank you so much!” Susan smiled at the minotaur and hurried off.

Susan slowly walked down the alleyway counting the addresses of the townhouses and small businesses as she went. Then she found it, the building that matched the address. She walked up the steps and swallowed nervously. As she reached up to knock on the door it swung open to reveal… your character!!!

Hey thanks for reading all that, if you’ve made it this far I take it you’re pretty interested! I have some details below along with my kinks and limits for you have a glance at, and if you think we’ll mesh good feel free to message me. I’m looking for a creative partner that will help with world building and come up with interesting and unique characters. When you message please tell me about your favorite movie, show, book, comic, or game to let me know you actually read my ad.

Pairing: Sub, Female (Me) X Dom or Switch, Female or Game Master (You) Post Length Min/Max: 2 Paragraphs (around 120 words) Long Term or Short Term: Long Term Story/Smut: 50/50 Platform: Discord My usual play time: 9:00PM-12:00AM EST

Kinks: Yuri, Futa, Breeding, Pregnancy, Bestiality, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Interracial, Dirty Talk, Name Calling, Anal, Lactation, Big Balls, Gangbang, Orgasm Denial, Anthro X Human, Monster girls, Centaurs (Futa)

Limits: Bimbos, Bimbofication, Permanent Mind Break, Human Males, Vore, Watersports, Scat.

I've been doing ERP for over a decade, but I only just discovered DirtyPenPals. I've written up a prompt, but as it's my first, I'd like to get some feedback if there's anything that I should include.

Neither of us has had an easy life. Abuse, trauma, not to mention homophobia and society’s general misogyny. There have been times when it’s been hard to keep fighting just to survive, when I’ve thought about giving up. But one thing keeps me going.

You.

You are my light in the darkness. You are my rock, my anchor, my guiding star. You are the one who pulls me out of nightmares, who drowns my pain with love and affection and tenderness. When we’re alone in bed, with nothing between us at all, that’s where I feel safe, where I don’t have to hold myself together. I can let myself unravel in your arms, knowing you’ll help me put myself back together. You understand me. Of course you do. You’re like me. Broken. Hurting. So I’m there for you too when you need me. Because as long as we have each other, we can get through anything.

Also, your tits are like the comfiest pillows ever and I don’t even know how I ever slept without you.

So, this is more or less where I want our characters to end up: two traumatized girls who endure through their sheer love for each other. This would be a primarily story-based RP with lots of sex scenes, not a sex-based RP with a basic story. I’d want to start off with how our characters get together and also what exactly happened to them. I’m very open on setting and plot. Here are a few random ideas:

• Modern Setting: We were both raised in a cult or other oppressive society and fell in love despite our parents’ severe homophobia. Now we have to escape, especially since one of us has been set up in an arranged marriage.

• Post-Apocalyptic: We were friends as kids, but separated before we could understand our true feelings. Now we find each other just as the world is coming to an end. Fortunately, someone has a ship to get off this planet. Now we just need to get there through an apocalyptic wasteland (and also figure out our feelings for each other).

• Sci-Fi: We were on a transport ship together and had just started an enjoyable conversation when our ship crashed. Now we’re stranded somewhere with no prospect of getting home anytime soon.

• Fantasy: We barely survived an attack on our small village. Our families did not. Now we have to find a new life together and maybe get revenge on whoever was responsible.

• Life is Strange: I am Max Caulfield and you are Chloe Price. The universe seems to want to kill you. Fortunately I can rewind time and love you more than anything.

The critical kink is consensual romance. Others would include breast play, oral, fingering, nudity in private, maybe light bondage and/or food play, and endless cuddling. The big nos for sex are scat, watersports, non-con, and probably anything anal, but I am open to using these and other bad kinks for drama and horror. I’m VERY open to either or both of us being trans, but if we do, my character will be post-op (no penis). Finally, if we can find a way to have our characters get married without the RP ending shortly afterwards, I will be incredibly happy.

I’m generally very flexible on post length, depending on the scene. I’m a bit terse by nature, so if there’s not much going on in my post (such as during a sex scene or conversation) I can’t promise more than two sentences. Conversely, if I’m doing some worldbuilding, a detailed exploration of my character’s thoughts, or just covering a lot of boring logistics in one fell swoop, I can easily churn out entire paragraphs. I prefer to write in first person, but I can do third.

Finally, I’m open to private messaging, Reddit chat, Discord, or even F-List as a medium. Send me a PM first if you're interested.

Hello people of DPP Workshop! I hope you all are having a great day or end of day so far. I'm reaching out here to better improve of this passion project of mine to create a long term story revolving around a group of friends that want to enjoy each other's company and grow a new level of intimacy. Is there anything I should add or remove from this prompt to make it more captivating for those who want to participate in being a partner?

You and four of your friends have been planning this trip for months, talking in the group chat, aligning each other’s schedule, and finalizing the plan to rent a beach house for a whole month. Booking the home through AirBnB, the homeowners listed that there were 2 master bedrooms, 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 2 half baths, a laundry room, a full open kitchen, a game room equipped with a pool table, jukebox, and a few arcade cabinets, and a living room, it was even three floors tall. All agreeing that this would be the best option since many of us would get our own bedrooms with extras if any of us were to want to change rooms, the booking was made. It was nearing the middle of summer and the time finally arrived to pack all suitcases full of loungewear, swimming suits, and many summer outfits. Since it was the beginning of June, we all decided to book a beach house that had its own private beach front in North Carolina, that way it wouldn’t be too crowded for all of us to enjoy.

The drive was long, but enjoyable since we all kept each other company; singing songs, talking about life, and plans for what we could do when we eventually got to the vacation home. After a few hours, the clock read 6:42 pm, when we reached the unexpectedly large AirBnB. Bigger than what any of us would have imagined, the outside was painted a beautiful ocean blue. You had received a message from the homeowners through the app with the keycode to the front door to get in. Many of us anticipated getting inside and exploring the home before choosing our own rooms.

Being the basis of the starter, I’d love to continue with more of the story with you! Leaving the end of the starter vague, I’d more so love to explore the relationships we can build with each character and develop the story from there rather than flush everything out and pick up straight with a smutty scene. Of course, there will be plenty of smut within the story, but I really love to build the world and relations with each character beforehand with you. Another note, personally I’d love for the story to revolve around each individual character rather than a group setting. There will be plenty of times where many of the characters would interact with each other in that type of group setting, but when it comes to smut, I’d like for your character and mine to be alone with each other. In my personal opinion, it lets me focus on the pleasure each of them are feeling, adding a level of intimacy, and even building that relationship that might not otherwise be obtained through threesomes or foursomes.

Additionally, I do have four set characters I’d like to introduce to you with their descriptions set as well! After receiving a response, I’d love to share them with you!

Moving onto the kinks and limits, there are the main ones I’d like to include:

Worldbuilding and Relationship Building: This roleplay has a lot of potential for having multiple types of relationships and also a huge potential for building a world that all of the characters might enjoy. Having that additional attention to detail, I feel, adds that level of intimacy that you might not otherwise get from just a story full of smut. It also makes the smut and orgasms for the characters that much more rewarding.

Romance/Intimacy: Not all of the characters will fall in love with your character, but there will always be a level of intimacy between the characters, whether it be platonic or romantic. Especially with the smut scenes, things can get out of hand in terms of the wild side of some or wanting to enjoy the company of your character and mine. This somewhat fits into the relationship building as well, but I do think that the story would be much more enjoyable if we are able to create some kind of relationship between each other’s characters.

These are the two really ones I’d like to focus on, and for the rest of the kinks I have attached a kinklist here: [Redacted]

Since there are a variety of different characters, I didn’t want to specify which ones to add since each character would have their own favorite set of kinks.

Limits that I really wouldn’t want to include into the story: Snuff, Gore, Vore, Scat, Feet, Non-con, Knifeplay, Underage, Bloodplay, Findom, Femdom, and Furry.

For the story overall, I really would prefer to use Reddit PM’s, but since this has been a passion project of mine, I have created a discord account for the sake of convenience and organization! Reddit Chat is definitely a no go since I think it would be difficult to organize and play out a longer story with this much detail. I also prefer to use first person and present tense, this is just a personal preference and it is more comfortable for me to write in this style. I’m really excited to create a story with you and love to flush out some more ideas with you if you have any to add too! I hope to hear from you soon and thank you for taking the time to read this! Hope you have a wonderful day or night~

I appreciate any and all feedback give, and thank you for the time and effort for those of you who help!

~Becca

(This is essentially me combining multiple RP’s of mine that are kind of similar anyway just to streamline things, so that’s why it’s close to other things I’ve done).

We’ve all seen those videos on Tiktok and Instagram. Millions of women have been heading to the Gyms to compete with the boys, admittedly with a different focus. Huge asses, thick legs and thighs, nothing was fat but piled on pounds of tight dense muscle. Firm but soft, jiggly but hard.

It was becoming the norm, the ideal body that millions of women were starting to strive for. So it only made sense that a franchise gym like Pump Queens would open up.

The All-Women gym quickly flooded social media with advertisements; quite annoying but it was intriguing. These women were practically the exaggerated conclusion of the insta-bodybuilder trend. “Build yourself the body you want! Chase the gains, chase the pump, chase the bounce and you’ll become a Pump Queen!” Supposedly in reference to the pump you get from a workout.

The women were all gorgeous and absurdly thick. Their lower bodies were nothing but firm muscle and yet they looked so pliable and clappable. Asses that somehow stuck out almost like shelves. Legs that looked like something a superhero would have. And their upper bodies weren’t anything to sneeze at either, especially their polished abs.

It started out unassuming until soon every influencer one by one began to rave about this place. And yet most of the videos of the Gym were officially released by Pump Queens itself, normal gymgoers were only allowed to film in the opening gym area.

A skinny college girl named Aurora, with her raven hair and pale skin and huge glasses was the exact type of person who would be least interested in such a place. And yet she was trying so hard not to cave under the pressure.

Practically all of her friends and family had taken to this place like flies to honey. It was apparently free if you brought in a friend and this was enough everyone needed to see if this place could perform a miracle and completely change their bodies.

But the 20 year old young woman found it absolutely mortifying; this place clearly advertised by sexualizing the women and 90% of the women going obviously had no interest in actually becoming healthier or stronger. Aurora was just fine the way she was, thank you very much. She didn’t need some fake-feminist Gym to make her feel attractive to men.

Apparently one of the appeals of this place was that everyone was assigned a personal trainer whose job it was to basically be your glute-growing drill sergeant. The promotion videos were practically comical as it showed equally fat-assed women were perfectly tight, but huge bodies completely screaming at the their assigned girl and putting her through the most intense workouts you’ve ever seen.

And the gym-goers were obviously red-faced and covered in sweat from intense exertion and yet…Aurora saw something else. Glazed eyes. Parted lips. Subtle smiles. Quivering thighs. Squirming legs. Were they…?

Maybe she’d just go once to check it out. It was free after all, and everyone was practically begging her. Maybe she’d bring her girlfriend, it could be fun as just a one off thing. Right?

Already she was hating it as she forced herself into the strict dresscode of the Gym. Tight yoga pants, nothing on her upper body but a sports bra; it wasn’t her at all. Not to mention the worst part. Aurora thumbed her underwear and pulled it up slightly to reveal the band that said “Pump Queen Aurora”. Mortifying.

“Let’s bounce, ladies. Chase that bounce, chase that pump!” She heard from one of the rooms. This place was absolutely massive and even this oversized first floor was one of ten. Apparently you moved up based on how far you were in your program, each one of the Ten Levels more intense and advanced than the last. Though you could move freely between any of the levels that were lower than you if you were on a break day and wanted something less intensive.

Even Level One seemed pretty crazy, as all the women were as advertised.

It was Aurora's first day, like everyone else she was assigned a personal trainer. This was practically a boot camp, everything was strictly scheduled and personally designed for you with you having no say in the matter. It was apparently to keep you focused and on the right path to perfecting your body and health, and it apparently kept people hooked.

Made sense, if you felt like you were making constant progress and had a plan, you'd stick with it longer.

Aurora was there in the lobby with her girlfriend as they were approached by a gorgeous woman named Terra. She had a bright bubbly smile, blonde hair, and the most insane body you could imagine that didn’t out of place at all here.

Perfect rock solid abs, rippling muscles, tree trunk thighs, an ass that was rock hard with muscle and yet thick, clappable and jiggly at the same time. But Aurora could tell that if you grabbed it, it wouldn't be flabby but absurdly dense and solid. The band of her underwear just peeked out from her yoga pants and said “Pump Queen Terra”.

“Hey there, Pump Queens in training! I’m Pump Queen Terra, and I’ll be your tour guide for today.”

They were soon led into the main gym room, filled with equally perfectly built women, drenched in sweat and skin pink with exertion. Breathing heavy, eyes hyper-focused. The smell was intense, to say the least.

Their upper bodies were sculpted, muscled and powerful, but their lower bodies were the stars of the show. Huge thighs and clappable, bouncing asses that rippled with pure muscle and athletic thickness.

"This is the lowest intensity section of the gym. There's 10 levels." Terra casually said. Jesus, it already looks like they're going hard. Their grunts and groans of exertion are shaky, trembling. Aurora can hear soft gasps and sharp groans at times.

Terra took Aurora’s hand. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll love it here, just like everyone else. I’ll be taking you to your first yoga class, then aerobics, then you’ll meet your weight trainer.” Her smile was serene, but something was hidden under it, almost sinister. Her lips twitched slightly as she studied Aurora’s face and waited for her response. What had Aurora gotten herself into?

One Year Later.

Aurora could hardly believe it had been one year. It’s felt like twelve, but regardless it’d been the best year of her life. She loved being a Pump Queen, and seeing all of her friends and especially her girlfriend embrace it filled her with so much bliss and pleasure~ She dropped her massive dumbbell to the ground and got up from her squats. Hundreds in one session started to feel too easy for her, maybe she’d soon venture into the thousands.

The burn felt so good, but she needed something more. She’d only had what, maybe a couple dozen coregasms so far today? Aurora went to the dorms section of Pump Queens to get her girlfriend and a couple of her friends and they were soon off to Level Ten.

It was so convenient that Level Ten members got free accommodations, now they could just focus on their gains and being Pump Queens instead of stupid wastes of time like jobs or University.

Aurora's face was instantly hit with a wave of the most overwhelming, heavy scent she'd ever smelled as they opened a large glass door that could only be seen through from the other side. And could evidently only be heard from behind the door.

She’d grown to love that scent, crave it even. She breathed in deeply and walked through the enormous crowd of women.

A wild, chaotic chorus of moans and screams filled Aurora's ears as they entered. Just going into the room was like stepping into a thick layer of humidity in the air, her clothes instantly felt damp. Their eyes soon gazed over more than a hundred women, all crying out or screaming or growling and groaning almost deliriously. Eyes glazed, bodies trembling, mouths drooling.

If Aurora was already soaked just by being in the room, everyone else had practically swam in a pool of sweat and pungent cunt juice. Yoga pants and leggings completely sodden, hair drenched, most had tore their tight sports bras off to let their slick, bouncing tits breathe.

Everyone was individually assisted by a personal trainer, all barked orders and moaned like animals as their girls did what they were told. The most rigorous, back breaking exercises that stretched and tested their perfectly sculpted marble bodies to their limits.

They're called Coregasms. Remember when you did pullups in school back in the day? Some people cum from that, the way it pulls on your core and tugs your pussy, like it’s accidentally touching your sex muscles instead of your workout ones. Well, this is like that but times a billion. Aurora was skeptical at first but soon realized like everyone else here once she climbed to the higher levels that cumming and feeling pleasure while you build your gains is essential to a workout.

Studies show they're actually soooo good for you. And they make getting a ripped and sculpted body easier, like you change way faster cause the Coregasms speed up the process.

Aurora kisses her trainer on the lips and she’s soon put to work. Her eyes flutter and her lips curl into a dazed smile as her huge ass and thighs are put to work. Feel the burn in your ass and your thighs and between your thighs. Soak those tight yoga pants. Bounce that ass. Chase the pump, slut. Aurora stuck her tongue out, drool dripping all over her tits. She distantly wondered if her mom would like this place before she once again descended into Pump Bliss. She loved being a Pump Queen.

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Hello everyone! I love the idea of a place full of perfectly sculpted, beautiful women, glistening with sweat naturally being taken to its erotic conclusion~ The idea of being corrupted by this Gym until you’re obsessed with your gains and Coregasms become a normal and fundamental part of your every day workout is just too delicious to pass up!

The essential idea of a Coregasm is of turning your pain into pleasure, edging and tensing your muscles so hard and for so long that all that pressure and heat starts to feel good.

So here’s my basic idea of how this will go: (feel free to suggest your own ideas, though). You could play Aurora’s girlfriend who’s roped into this with her, slowly succumbing to the pleasure of shaping your body into hyper-sexualized perfection.

We’ll also be doubling as the other’s Personal Trainer, going through our personal journeys from insecure, sexually unsatisfied stickbugs into caked-up muscle mommies with insatiable libido’s!

Really excited for us to detail the multitude of different classes and how each levels ramps up in eroticism from the last as we slowly learn the sinister true nature of this place. Will we be able to escape or resist. We’ll certainly try.

Please DM me a detailed introduction and I’ll respond! Looking for literate writers for a slow burn, long term roleplay~

Hi all,

Sometimes we'll see prompts come into the workshop that are about an open-ended environment where any number of stories can be explored within. I think there are times when this format can work well and there are times when then prompt gives us a story within that environment as a jumping off point.

Because I don't want anyone to think I'm picking on them with my example, I'm going to pick on myself. :D

A while back I had the idea of a fairway or amusement park ride in the summer filled with college students trying to make a few dollars, work on their tans, and have some handsy fun in the house of mirrors. So I started off with this:

Richard stuck one leg out of the bed and planted it on the floor. It was hot already and the bed sheets were equally as reluctant to release him as he was to get out of bed. With a grunt he got up and recoiled at the taste in his mouth from last night's drinking. He headed to the bathroom, overloaded his toothbrush with toothpaste and then climbed into the shower to get ready for the day.

Every summer break after starting university he went back to his hometown and would work at the fair. It was an easy job and it was fun to hang out with new friends and co-workers from past years. And there were always plenty of pretty women in tight clothing to watch, talk to and maybe do more with.

He spiked up his hair and, after checking out the window, dressed in shorts and a tank top. He knew he'd burn so he threw on some sunscreen before tossing the bottle into his bag. One last check in the mirror and then he was on his way. He was excited to see who would be there and who would be new. He hoped that he either was working the carousel or the ticket booth. Girls looked great riding on those horses and they were plenty eager to flirt hard to get in to the fair without paying.

With the top on his convertible stowed away he headed down the road towards the edge of town where the fair would be until the end of August. Something told him that this was going to be a great summer.

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Do you want to play the part of a co-worker? Or a guest visiting the park?

Want to write out a romance or a lusty hormone filled torrid fling? Should they watch the stars from the top of the Ferris wheel or should they watch each other's bodies as they clutch in lust in the house of mirrors?

Or maybe you just want to join the 212ft club while riding the Drop of Doom?There are a near infinite number of stories that await us.

~:~

I'm not a one night wonder. I like to write longer stories with my partner and, as such, I manage a few posts a week. I'm easy going as a writing partner. Reddit DMs, or GDocs.

Things I like: Partially clothed sex, hold the moan, teasing, oral (for everyone), foreshadowing, building up tension leading to urgent groping sex, hot and wet orgasms, desire leading to risky situations, public sex.

What I don't like: bathroom stuff, violence, and broken down rides.

I felt good about the writing and the feel of the prompt. I've introduced this character, given a few details, and sent him off to Day One. I sent it to the workshop just to see if I could get some pointer and I got some great comments.

The are a number of reasons why this doesn't (and didn't) work:

• There's no strong placeholder for my partner's character.
• There's no actual starting point of a scene to latch on to.
• I could imagine all sorts of fun places for characters to have sex, but I conveyed none of that in the story part of the prompt.
• It's not very horny.
• It's not tied to any specific book series or pre-existing world so all characters are going to be brand new.

And that last point is an important idea that I wanted to bring up around open-ended prompts. When they are tied to a pre-existing world, people will have a much easier time creating an idea for a character or they may already have a character that they'd like to bring into your prompt. It's because they already have a bunch of information and knowledge around that world.

I still like the idea of having fun at the fair grounds so I re-worked it like this:

Every summer break after starting college Richard went back to his hometown and would work at the fair. It was an easy job, working outside, surrounded by hot college students. This would be his second year as manager of the carnival games section and he was excited to see who would be there and who would be new. Richard was also looking forward to the casual hookups that were inevitable. He picked up his keys and official polo shirt from the office and then headed to the north end of the park to meet his staff.

The games area was in full swing. Loud, packed, and making money. Richard noticed Jessie over at the ring toss. The two of them had discovered a handful of new positions using one of the giant stuffed teddy bears. Over at the Ferris wheel was Shelby. Closing night last year he had lost a bet that she could suck him dry before the wheel had gone around just once. And he knew that Dana would want him to make her moan again over in the Haunted House.

But it was the hot new girl at the Shootout Saloon that got his attention. And as her manager, he thought he should go introduce himself.

The fair this summer promised to be a hot one, in more ways than one.

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Want to write out a romance or a lusty hormone filled torrid fling? Should they watch the stars from the top of the Ferris wheel or should they watch each other's bodies as they clutch in lust in the house of mirrors?

Does Richard need to use his position as your manager to get what he wants? Or perhaps you're here to see how many of the boys you can wrap around your finger?

~:~

I'm not a one night wonder. I like to write longer stories with my partner and, as such, I manage a few posts a week. I'm easy going as a writing partner and love to engage in ooc to make sure our story goes right. Reddit DMs, or GDocs. I generally prefer third person, but that isn't a blocker.

Fun stuff: Partially clothed sex, hold the moan, teasing, oral (for everyone), foreshadowing, building up tension leading to urgent groping sex, having fun writing a story.

Not Fun stuff: bathroom activities, violence, and broken down rides.

This version had success. And I think it's more successful because of the following:

• In the first paragraph I encapsulated all the background necessary to set the stage. And it makes more progress in the story than the entirety of the first version of the prompt.
• I've included hints and suggestions as to what has already gone on in the different parts of the park.
• And I put the spotlight directly on "the hot new girl", introduced the relationship between our characters and have all but set the ball rolling.

And the point I wanted to make here was that this prompt is still taking place at the same summer fair that my first one did. It has the same opportunities for hi-jinks and erotic fun as the first version. But this second version gave the reader something to latch on to. Ideas on what could be.

Let me know your thoughts around the open-ended playground. Are there tricks and techniques that we can use to keep the world more open and easy for someone to want to join us in that place?

Hello, Its been a while since I've posted and done any rps and I miss it. I'd like any feedback you may have about this post and would greatly appreciate suggestions about the title.

Thank you in advance.

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Working title: [f4A] Sci-fi and Fantasy themed Control and submission

Hello fellow Redditors,
I am an enthusiast of all things fantasy and sci-fi. I revel in the art of storytelling and am seeking a partner to weave intricate narratives that explore the darker, more sensual aspects of power and control.
Scenario 1:
In a realm where magic governs the laws of nature, I am a young sorceress with the nascent power to bend reality—a power that many would kill to harness. You, a powerful and skilled enchanter, have sensed my abilities and have decided to claim them, and me, as your own.Our story begins at the grand assembly of Arcanists, where you subtly ensnare me in your web of control. With each whispered incantation, I find myself more helpless, drawn into the depths of a tantalizing and complex power dynamic. As we navigate this world of ancient prophecies and mystical artifacts, the lines between master and disciple blur, exploring an erotic connection charged with BDSM themes, mind control, and the innovative use of enchanted toys.
Scenario 2:
In this universe, I am a skilled navigator aboard the spacecraft Voyager IX, which roams the frontier of known space. During a critical mission, we encounter an anomaly that pulls us into uncharted territory, where the laws of physics—and society—are radically different. You play a powerful regulator from the Technocratic Guild of the Helix Nebula, who discovers my presence and decides to utilize both my skills and my situation to your advantage. With advanced technology at your disposal, you impose a form of control that’s as psychological as it is physical, using sophisticated gadgets that can manipulate sensation and perception.
What I’m Looking For:
- Anyone enthusiastic about a detailed and dynamic narrative.
- A partner who delights in crafting complex characters and who respects both the art and the boundaries of BDSM and the subtleties of a power exchange, in a fantasy or sci-fi context.
- Creativity with either scenarios and open to using enchanted objects or futuristic scenarios and devices as toys, forms of control and sources of pleasure &/or pain to enhance the eroticism of our adventure.
- Interest in a long-term narrative that can evolve and expand in complexity.
- Kinklist
Limits:
My main limits are excessive violence or bathroom play. Other limits are softer and more situational and I willing to discuss.

Closing:
Thank you for taking the time to read down this far. If either of these fantastical and mysterious world excites you or you have your own nifty ideas; and, you find the dance of dominance and submission as enchanting as I do, then send me a message. Let’s discuss our characters and plot our first encounter in this forbidden mystical journey. I am happy to play on Discord or Reddit.
I am looking forward to being bewitched by your words.

I have a few very different ideas but I only have capacity for one of them. So I'd hoped to get some feedback. I have no personal preference but a gut feeling on which one would be the most successful. I've ommitted most of the additional infos outside the prompt and all prompts will be extended with kinks and limits. Would love to hear your thoughts on them.

[MF4A][M4MF] Walking in on a cheating couple in the gym sauna

It was their thursday routine. She would show up first, start a light workout, then about 15 minutes later he'd show up and start his. She was in her midtwenties, tall, lean with hazel eyes and long brown hair, usually tied to a ponytail while working out. Her body was firm and well trained and her breasts just the right size. He was about twice her age, a well trained body, not overly muscular but barely showing the signs of his age. Green eyes and short gray hair and a well groomed short beard framing his face.

They would aknowledge their presence, have a quick chat and some innuendo flirting, if noone was looking, he'd give her a hushed kiss. They were enjoying their little sharade, even if it was obvious to all bystanders, they didn't mind. He'd train for a while as well, while she'd go around to the wellness area. A small seperated part on the gym's roof with a sauna, a whirlpool and a few outdoor showers. He would discreetly follow her shortly after.

After a while, he would come out, followed by her a few minutes after, both looking more exhausted than their light workout should have caused. They'd sit down for a while, drink some coffee and chat about day to day stuff before going home, again each on their own.

So this is where the roleplay sets in. I would like to play this in one of three ways:

Possibility 1: I play the couple and you play someone who walks in on them. Maybe one of the gym employees caught on and decides to threaten to report them to the gym owner or tell one of their spouses, unless they let them join? Maybe you have observed them for a while and decided to finally see what you do back there? Maybe you accidentally stumble in and decides to watch them have sex which gets them turned on? Maybe they ask whoevers interrupting them to join?

Possibility 2: Similar to 1 but you'll be playing the couple while I play a character of my choosing.

Possibility 3: I'm also open to just playing the male in this constellation, letting a female play the counterpart, indulging in risky sex, that might get us both expelled from the gym if we're ever found out.

[M4F] Newlywed couple tempted in their haunted house

*CLICK, CLICK* The silent clicking woke Nathan up. This tiny, but annoying sound that could be heard all through the house at times. Like little feet trapped inside the walls. But this wasn't by far the only thing that got on his nerves. Had he known beforehand the strange things happening within this house, he'd probably never bought it. They were told the old mansion was haunted and a few murders had happened there, but it never much disturbed him. Ghoststories are just that, stories, he'd thought. His newlywed wife was even a little excited. She was the adventurous one of them, always seeking another thrill. And the price of the house was just way too good to pass on this opportunity.

Kate and him had been living here for about a month now. The first few nights were uneventful. They had heard a scratch coming from an empty room but it turned out to be just a cat, that had come in through the crack of an open window. But soon after strange things occured. One evening it was lights flickering, another night the tv turned on on it's own. They had planned to get an electrician to look after it. Surely it had to do with the old wiring in this house.

But now, these clicking noises... Were there rats in the walls? He rubbed his eyes and got up. His wife wasn't lying next to him, maybe she woke up to the noise before he did and already went downstairs? Well he might as well join her. He got up and walked out into the hallway. Did the sound come from downstairs? Maybe it wasn't rats after all and his wife had decided to cook a midnight snack? The sounds from the kitchen being carried through the old ventilation system?

Nathan started to follow the sounds. As he went down the stairs, the clicking changed to some sort of slapping sound, it came from somewhere in the basement. Curiousity got the better of him, as he slowly took the stairs, the sound getting louder with every step. As he continued down, some sort of ritual singing and moaning added to the ambience. It got louder the closer he got to a door. Was this even here when they took the tour of the house before buying it? He also couldn't remember it from when they moved in, the sound seemed to come from somewhere behind the door though. With a shaking hand he turned the handle, the sounds getting louder as the door opened with a silend creak. He saw masked people dressed in robes, standing in a circle, chanting an eerie melodie. The sound came from the middle of the room. His head was spinning, as the moans got dominant now, short breaths, filled with pleasure. He made his way through the crowd, they parted without resistance as he made his way. His gaze fell upon a big obsidian altar and the naked back of a man, engaged in carnal pleasure two female legs slowly bouncing up and down to the rythm of his thrusts. A loud moan cut through the chanting, as the man obviously had finished. He stepped aside, revealing the naked body of Nathan's wife, chained to the altar. Her hair, face and body covered in white liquid, that also trickled out of her wide spread pussy. He could not help but stare, getting also getting a little turned on. His eyes fixed on the dripping wet body of his wife, he noticed one of the other men losing their robes stepping up to take the spot in front of the altar. He was dizzy and his sight turned black.

Nathan was soaked in sweat, but bearing a thick throbbing boner as he woke up. His wife was peacefully slumbering next to him. Had this really been a dream? Had there really been a sex cult meeting in their basement and they had overwhelmed him? Or was there another, more sinister force at work in their home?

[GM4A] Made a slave by a tribe of feral orcs

A cold breeze wakes you up. The first thing you realize is that your hads are tied to a wooden pole, then you realize you are stripped down and naked, no sign of your equipment anywhere in sight. How had you ended up like this? You look around the room. You're in some sort of hut. There's other poles like the one you're tied to all around the room.

Your memory slowly returns. You were with your party, investigating the missing people in the area. You had met a handsome half orc, who told you they could lead you to the source. It was a two day march and supposed to be some sort of Orc village. Orcs had grown civilized during the last century, almost no traces left of the nomadic raiding tribes of the past. Most had integrated into society or built their own communities, that slowly got assimilated into the common culture as well. Most, but not all. Your guide had told you, there was an orcish village, living by the old ways. He said he knew where it was and could guide you there. It was supposed to be a two day hike, over the mountains. You were supposed to arrive there today but you had felt strange after dinner the night before. And now... you are tied up in here.

The door to the hut opens. Standing proud and tall, clad in tribal armor instead of the clothes they wore the night before, your guide walks in.

"You're awake? You are the last one of yours. I have to tell you about orcish culture. The old ways forbid orcs from breeding with each other, unless they are chosen by a monthly ritual, that proves they are strong enough and fit enough, to carry offspring of pure orcen blood. Since we are a feral folk though, with great aggression and carnal desires, we had to find ways to release the built up tension. In the old days, orcs would go on raids and rape anyone to fulfill their pleasure, but since this community was formed, it's denizens turned to slavery instead. Now procreating with a slave is allowed, but bastards like me are only nurtured up to their sixteenth birthday, then banned to live a life outside. There is a possibility though. If we provide slaves to the community, we are allowed to return for as long as the slaves are alive. Sure, most don't last that long but I have a feeling your party will allow me to live here for at least a few years and I have especially high hopes for you."

You hear the door open a second time. "It seems like your new master is here. Let me introduce you..."

Interested players will have to submit a character and players who deliver a description and occupation of their new orcish master will be preferred.

I'm looking for some help with my post. My posts never seem to do well and I don't get any responses. Id like some help with this to see if maybe there is something I am missing.

Tonight was one of those nights. Extra work, late deadlines, microwave meal at my desk while my computer is processing some bit of data or another. Honestly, I couldn't remember what it was. It might have been the latest engineering standards or proof of wormholes... Or maybe it was Alans sales report. I don't know and at this point I don't care. I haven't left my desk in three days trying to get this last minute report together and not only did it show, but it smelled.

The only thing that managed to break me out of my stupor was the sudden blare of my alarm bolting me out of bed. Wait, why was I in bed? When did I return home? Was that all a dream or a nightmare? These questions confused me as I stumbled out of bed and were immediately clarified by my bitch of a boss demanding to know why I was late. Looking at the clock I can see that its 4 am and the report is not on her desk yet. "Yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." Is all I can even think to respond practically falling over my own untied shoelaces as I race out the door. Bolting past people idly standing by the road, blocking my way. In the last seconds of my life I realized that they weren't idly standing. They were waiting on Truck-kun to pass them by. Unfortunately for me, I am Truck-kuns latest meal as it feeds on my wasted potential.

Immediately I startle awake. I thought I felt being splattered all over the asphalt. I thought I had been run over. I thought that... I thought that... Wait? Do I feel grass? Slowly I stop panicking and begin looking at my surroundings. Currently I'm in a beautiful forest filled with verdant greens, bright blues, deep reds, and many other colors. A deer is currently nibbling its way towards me and a small yellow songbird gently lands on my finger and begins to sing. Its almost as if its heralding my arrival to this new, peaceful land.

That peace is short lived as shortly after beginning its song it is interrupted by a short arrow missing it, and me, by a few inches. Sitting upright I let all of the grass and moss and dirt that had covered me slide off. I blankly stare at the direction that the arrow had come from to see a trio of goblins in raw strips of hide to cover themselves, each holding a bow and nocking an arrow. As they raise their bows I instinctively raise one hand and a jet of white hot fire ejects from my hand, incinerating them and melting even the very ground they stood upon into a hardening slab of molten lava.

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That was one year ago. Now I stand atop my stone fortress. An army of slaves and concubines working day and night to keep me satisfied lest I turn my ire upon their homelands and families. I look to my left and my right, evaluating each of the women who had tried to disrupt my peace or who had dared to defy me. Each of which has had her head bound in a hood preventing all sight and sound from reaching her and leaving the rest of her nude body dangling from the wrists and exposed to the elements and whatever other cruelties I can impose. I grab the post and shake it causing this particular one to scream in terror. Begging forgiveness for this transgression and that. Begging that she be allowed the chance to end her own suffering. I stop listening to her mad ramblings and continue gazing out at my kingdom. The smoke belching from rooftops and the new industrial processes I "invented".

I can feel the presence of one of my elven courtiers approach me from behind and stand there silently. Court is now in session but I can take a few minutes being late. The woman still babbling prayers of forgiveness and sanctimony, praying that she may be a good guide to her flock, etc. Finally I look at the courtier. She was one of only a few dark elves in the kingdom and the most experienced in magic. This afforded her more rewards than most of her peers, like wearing clothes. Though, to be honest. These clothes are more like stirps of transparent cloth than actual clothes. I stick my hand on her breast and begin groping her before finally addressing her. "What is on the schedule today girl?"

"Master, today we are discussing the deal you made with the demons to protect us. In addition, last night several of the towns have revolted and are demanding their wives and daughters returned. We need your guidance." She does not react or show any sign of fear or hesitation nor remorse for her current situation even as I begin tugging at her breasts.

Finally I relent. "Lead the way then." And I follow her to the council chambers. As soon as I step inside all of the women present fall down begin kowtowing to me. Most of these courtiers were once princesses or noblewomen of the land. Now they serve at my whim. I stop next to a pregnant woman leaking amneotic fluid and look at her for a bit. She probably went into labor an hour ago. "All of you, recite the oath."

As one voice they begin. "We are your humble servants. We exist to serve you and only you. Our bodies belong to you. Our minds belong to you. Our souls belong to you. We exist to obey any command given us by you." They will continue this chant without moving a muscle until I give the word.

I continue slowly walking towards my throne guarded by my faithful orc shamaness, forever leashed to it with golden chains. Like the one outside her hood blocks her sight and sound thankfully, a quick slap springs her into action letting her know that it is time for a slow and sloppy blowjob. No words needed.
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In case it wasnt obvious by my post. Im looking to play an isekai hero that was given OP powers. Only instead of doing the good and just things to bring about peace on the continent or even the world he uses them selfishly to build a harem and a kingdom. Not a harem or a kingdom that is built on love, respect, and the power of friendship. No. One that is built on the principles of fear and power.

(bolded kinks are mandaatory, everything else is up for negotiation, and if you dont see it bring it up.)

Kinks: Domination, sadism, master/slave, BDSM, degredation/humiliation, objectification, harem, collars, MFF threesomes, abuse, torture, mind break, breeding/impregnation, incest, forced female bisexuality, misogyny, corruption, training

Limits: Vore, Gore, Snuff, toilet stuff, Beast, necro, underaged

Under the early morning's rain a reporter was broadcasting in front of a camera.

"What happened tonight here, at Villa Luxuria is astonishing: with an unprecedented move, an unidentified group of burglars raided the mansion's collection of antiquities and stole an invaluable artifact. Venus' ritual wand, a two thousand years old "ritual instrument" connected with fertility cults which..."

Just outside of the Villa, sitting at a cafe on the other side of an ancient square, a couple was sitting and sipping a coffee. They glanced at each other, grinning satisfied.

Twelve hours earlier...

Everything was ready: I had the backpack with every instrument we may possibly need, you had the Villa's alarm scheme and we had already memorized the place's plant.

What was more surprising was that no more that two days earlier the both of us were hired by a common acquaintance in the interest of a "wealthy collector" for the heist of our lives.

"Sure, you're the only person that can get this job done" we were both told: that's why we were both shocked when the collector tasked both of us to work as a team for the heist.

And yet, we were ready. Suspicious of each other, determined to strike that heist and thirsty for our reward.

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Hey there, dirty bunch of degenerates!

Today I'm here with a fresh prompt which is pretty simple: we're two professional burglars hired to steal an ancient artifact from a luxurious villa, filled with guards, traps and challenges to face.

Of course everything we will face will be no-regular task: we will have to fuck, toy and cum our way to our objective!

I have left everything pretty vague so that we can brainstorm our details and have fun while building the best, smuttiest roleplay we can. From our characters background to our enemies, passing through the lewd tasks we'll perform, there's nothing we can't tweak to match our tastes!

Of course, no prompt would be complete without kinks and limits! Take a look at the list on my profile: I hope you'll like them!

Finally, some further details:

• I RP in chat, DM or Discord (preferred);
• bonus points for liking videogames (tell me your faves!) and history (I'm a super fan!);
• let me know if you like hentai, that's other points :P;
• let me know if you're into long-term RPs;
• preference for people coming from the EU, compatible time-zones or with flexible schedules.

I'm sure we'll have lots of smutty fun!

Ciao!