r/dirtypenpals

This week's forum title brought to you by National Barbershop Quartet Day AND by National Pet Day! Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to imagine a bunch of puppies howling like a barbershop quartet. Or maybe a bunch of cats meowing in purrfect harmony. In any case, enjoy your mental image of choice. 😁

One announcement/reminder before we get into the boilerplate forum stuff: we're looking for Spring Fling hosts! See this post for more information. We have two out of the five hosts we need so far, so there's still plenty of opportunity to sign up if you're interested in any of our chosen topics.

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As those of us who live in the northern hemisphere are getting into the thick of Pollen Season (and as those who live in the southern hemisphere are getting respite from the Devil’s Powdery Plague), it’s time to begin thinking about our annual Spring Fling!

Whereas our normal weekly events are sort of one-and-done as far as participation, Flings are our chance to have ongoing discussion and celebration of everything we love about DPP. We want to give everyone a chance to connect, ask questions, learn from each other, and generally have some fun chatting with people you might not talk to otherwise!

This year’s Spring Fling will be May 4th through May 10th. We’ve selected a few different topics, each of which will have an official post for people to meet and talk. We can’t cover every kink or topic that appears on DPP, of course, but we try our best to cover a good portion of them. Do note that all subreddit rules still apply, so be sure to stay inside those boundaries.

This year’s topics are:

• DPP 101/Writer’s Corner - learning a little more about DPP as a whole, crafting the perfect prompt/response, etc.
• Kink - all the freaky goodies like BDSM, impact play, orgasm control, and much more.
• Non-Kink - because vanilla is a perfectly delicious flavor too!
• Surreal - transformation, tentacles, futa, and all the more fantastical fantasies.
• Toys/accessories/props - sex toys, clothing, collars, riding crops, etc.

Now let’s talk about what makes the Fling so great: hosts!

Hosts generally help foster discussion by asking questions, being friendly and engaging with others, and encouraging people to mingle and have fun! If you would like to be a host, you should be someone who has a decent amount of knowledge about the topic you're covering, and you should be willing to be an active and welcoming presence in your topic (you’re welcome to participate in other topics too, of course!). Don’t worry if you can’t commit to be a host for the entire event; that’s why we hope to have multiple hosts for each topic. That being said, you should be able to be active more often than not.

If you're interested, please fill out the application below and send it to us in modmail. As we get and confirm hosts, we'll update this post. The ideal scenario is having two hosts per topic, so please feel free to volunteer even if you see someone already listed for your desired topic!

Username:

Desired topic(s) to host:

Why you would make a marvelous host:

How active you expect to be:

Thank you so much everyone! Let’s make this Spring Fling one to remember!

Please, I’m trembling as I write this. I’m Shrishti, a 36-year-old Indian wife and mother, milky and soft with a body that I’ve started to bare online ( Yeah , you can check my profile if you're wondering what i look like ). I’m the innocent type—or at least, I’ve spent my life pretending to be. But beneath this shy, sanskari facade, I’m a pathetic, submissive slut who craves to be psychologically torn apart and owned until I’m nothing. I’m ready to beg for your cruelty. Will you be the one to destroy me?

I’ve spent years perfecting the role of the perfect Indian woman. I was the soft-spoken daughter, the dutiful wife, the nurturing mother. I even taught at the school my husband owns, smiling sweetly at parents, guiding children with a gentle hand. Everyone thought I was an angel, pure and proper. But inside, I was rotting with forbidden desires i didnt know i had. I’d stand at the front of the classroom, my dupatta neatly pinned, while my mind wanted to spiral into filthy fantasies— I’d blush, stammer, and play innocent, but my body ached for someone to see through the act and ruin me.

Now, I’m done hiding. I’ve been sneaking onto Reddit, posting myself and, letting strangers glimpse the milky curves I’ve kept hidden. Each comment, each DM, feels like a crack in my carefully built walls. I’m not just submissive—I’m the kind of submissive who’d crawl through mud to please you, who’d sob with gratitude when you call me a disgusting whore. I don’t want gentle love. I want my mind invaded, my ego crushed, my soul reshaped into whatever you demand. I’m a brat sometimes, pouting and teasing to test your control, but only so you’ll punish me harder, strip away my defences and dignity, and leave me a mess.

My kinks are my confession, a map to the darkest corners of my psyche , which ofcourse i used to be ashamed of but not anymore :

Kinks: Psychological domination , Master/slave dynamics, complete surrender (control my thoughts, my actions, my everything), humiliation (spit on me, write degrading words on my skin, make me lick your boots), degradation ,, branding/marking (tattoos, piercings, collars—claim me visibly), public exposure (parade me in slutty clothes, let strangers leer and so much more ), risky play (push my limits in secret, like whispering commands in a crowded market), cuckolding (make my husband and maybe my son as well-irrelevant), Cuckqueaning ( With me being the cuck , however i also enjoy being a cake ) interfaith fantasies, incest , and ethnicity/nation/gender traiting (exploit my Indian roots, my femininity, my shame) and just sooo many more , the list goes on and on and on...

Limits: Scat, vomit, blood, extreme physical pain.

I crave psychological torment most of all. I want you to crawl into my head and unravel me. Gaslight me into thinking I’ve always been this way, that my “innocent” life was a lie. I want to feel small, exposed, and utterly dependent on your approval.

These thoughts consume me, and I need someone to make them real. If you message me, don’t expect a normal chat. I’m not here for respect or kindness ( I dont mind that either btw , i love when i get sweet messages ) —I want you to treat me like garbage. I’ll play innocent at first, maybe even bratty, batting my lashes and pretending I don’t understand. But that’s just a game to provoke you. Break through it. I want to lose myself in your control, to forget the “perfect” Shrishti.

So please, I’m begging you—claim this trembling, milky Indian slut. Shatter my innocence, invade my mind, and mold me into your perfect toy. I’m ready to be your victim, your slave, whatever you want. DM me, and let’s descend into the darkness together. I promise I’ll be good… or naughty, if you want to punish me. 😳

I had always imagined leaving my foster family would be liberating, like stepping into a new life where I could be the real me, where I didn’t feel like a burden, or worse, an obligation. But stepping into this new city alone, I quickly realized that freedom comes with a lot of responsibilities. I found myself drowning in decisions I wasn’t prepared to make.

I tried. I really did. My uni textbooks were spread out across my tiny, spotlessly clean apartment for weeks, yet none of the words seemed to stick. I couldn’t keep up with my classes no matter how hard I studied. And then there were the bills, rent, food. It was too much. I started falling behind, barely able to keep my head above water.

And then, you came along. My landlord. You were always so kind to me, offering to help out with things I couldn’t manage on my own. At first, it was just the occasional favour, carrying something heavy up the stairs, fixing things in the apartment or helping me with IT issues. You always made it look so easy, and every time I was very grateful. I even started cooking for you sometimes as a way of showing my gratitude, even though I struggled to afford the groceries. You always stepped in, offering to pay or just slipping me money for the ingredients. Your generosity was comforting in a way, like someone finally cared about me.

When I started confiding in you, you were the only person I felt I could talk to. Every time I cried about university, about how much I was struggling to stay afloat, you were there. You would hold me, whispering that it was okay, that I didn’t need to push myself so hard. I believed you when you said I didn’t need that degree, that it would only make things harder in the long run. You made me feel like dropping out wasn’t giving up, it was just changing direction. So, I did it. I dropped out.

But after that, I felt stuck. No degree, no real job prospects. The cafe I worked part time at didn’t give me enough hours, and finding something else felt impossible. You were always there to support me, though. You even reduced my rent when I couldn’t make payments, telling me it wasn’t a big deal. I was so grateful so incredibly thankful for everything you did. When we hung out, I enjoyed it. I started looking forward to those nights on the couch, watching movies with you, or the times you'd take me out for dinner or buy me something nice on a shopping trip. You made me feel special, like I mattered. And slowly, I began to fall for you.

That night, after a couple glasses of wine, we were watching a romantic movie, one of those soft, slow-burning love stories, and I don’t know if it was the wine or the way you looked at me, but something shifted. You leaned in closer, and before I knew it, we kissed. My heart was pounding in my chest, and for the first time in so long, I felt wanted. I’d never had a real relationship before. I didn’t know what to expect, but I liked it. I liked the way you made me feel, safe, loved and cared for.

But then things started to change again, and not in the way I expected.

You began to take control. At first, it was small things like telling me what to wear, how to act around you. I brushed it off, thinking it was just part of being in a relationship. But the more time passed, the more demanding you became. I couldn’t make a move without your approval, and every decision, no matter how small, seemed to be out of my hands. You said it was for my own good, that I was too anxious and indecisive to handle things on my own. And honestly, maybe you were right. Maybe I did need someone to tell me what to do. After all, you’d been nothing but kind to me. I trusted you.

You convinced me that my place was to serve you, to obey you. It made me feel confused at first. But the way you spoke to me, the way you looked at me, made it seem like this was how it was supposed to be. I started calling you “Daddy,” just like you wanted. I never realized how easily I fell into it. In public, people probably thought we were father and daughter and sometimes, I almost believed it myself.

Then, one day, you gave me a present. I wasn’t expecting it, and when I opened the box, my heart raced in confusion. Inside was a bright pink collar, a small silver heart dangling at the front. I stared at it, wondering if it was a joke or maybe meant for a pet? But the way you smiled, the way you told me to let you wrap it around my neck, left no room for questions. I let you fasten it, feeling it tighten around my throat, locking me into something I hadn’t fully understood until that moment.

I was yours now. Your pet.

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Hiya,

I'm looking to play a submissive in an ongoing scene and would prefer for us to discuss the scene before starting to make sure we would be a good match and see what kind of aspects we would both want to include. I am looking for this to become long term so prefer it to be a slow burn with build up and story. Ideally I would prefer someone who is naturally dominant and likes to play as strict and demanding but I am fine with aftercare as well and I am very open to a lot of kinks so please feel free to ask if you are unsure.

I tend to prefer to use first person myself but don't mind which tense you use. Character wise I usually prefer to be quite clingy and needy at times but I can be a bit reluctant and hesitant so it would be great to have someone who likes to train a submissive and knows when they need to discipline or reward.

Kink wise I am open so if I haven't listed it in my limits feel free to ask but my favourite is pet play and I like insertions, toys, bdsm, spanking, humiliation, degradation, age gaps with the woman being younger, ddlg, discreet public, being shared and a lot more. Please let me know what you are into and see if we match or if you have any others you would like to include as I would want to make sure you enjoy it just as much. My main limits are scat, rimming someone and extreme pain.

Feel free to DM or send me a message, looking forward to hearing from you and hopefully I can find a great Owner soon xx

(All my previous prompts are open! You should also check out my DPP profile to learn more about me.)

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"Is this really my bedroom?" you ask yourself as you awaken and feel strange.

It looks the same. Kind of. The walls are the same color, but the bed feels larger. Is that an illusion? No, it's definitely grown somehow. And the video of two boys kissing on your computer screen certainly wasn't there yesterday. Nor was the strapon that's sitting on your chair. You wonder if someone had been in here, and you start to stand, suddenly realizing you feel naked. You don't usually sleep naked. Were you drunk? Did someone steal your clothes?

You stumble to your closet. Your body feels different. You can't explain what's going on, but somebody having been in your room wouldn't explain the surprising state of your body. You need to get dressed and get out of here, but you're completely frozen when you see the clothes that are available to you.

There's a knock on your door. "You up?" says the voice, clearly salacious and expecting some fun. Is this who did this to you? You open the door.

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Everyone loves porn logic, right? Or maybe not. But everyone knows porn logic, right? OK, maybe not. Porn logic is ... well, the way the world works in porn. Every interaction leads to fucking. Cop pulls over driver for not signaling, so they fuck. Pizza delivery girl is late, so she fucks the resident. College student wants an A, so she fucks the professor.

I've seen many prompts that propose the idea of waking up in a world of porn logic. It's a fun fantasy, isn't it? You open your eyes and suddenly women are all bi sluts who can't get enough, always ready to use any excuse they can to fuck. Well, here's the thing .... my porn fantasies are different. I fantasize about porn logic with genders reversed.

If you look at my collection of prompts in my post history, you'll see a whole subheading for porn tropes in reverse. Basically, a cliche porn scene, but where the men are the trashy, hungry, bisexual (yes, this is a dealbreaker) whores who get off being degraded, and the women are aggressive and know how to treat a horny bitch boy. To be clear, this is not femdom in the sense of chastity and cuckolding; it's more taking any scene you might see on the front page of PornHub, and swapping the men and women's roles. Oh, and pegging, in this world, is entirely normalized, since women do the fucking.

So, what about the whole Porn Logic World concept applied this way? My ideal way of doing this would be to have a female character for whom I could GM. (I'm willing to play with a male character, but I feel like that might not land right. My tone here is lighthearted, and a regular dude ending up in a world of male objectification might get kinda noncon-y which I'm not into. However, if you've got an idea to make it work, give me a shout out.)

So, what I want to hear from you: Who is your character, and how do you expect they will respond to this new world? Give me some meaningful (not just vague generalities) details about their life and personality. This is the main thing I'm looking for. If I'm going to make a world for you to explore, I'll need to know who's being dumped into it. Please don't focus on just writing a follow-up to my intro; that's only one possibility anyway. We can start entirely differently.

OK friends, bring it! (Messages, no chat.)

Life doesn’t always go as we plan. One minute you’re sitting pretty, you have it all, career, spouse, house in the suburbs. The next minute, something changes. Maybe your bedroom gets ice cold, maybe you get divorced or break up. Your once perfect life is no longer what it once was.

But humans are resilient, aren’t we? We don’t let setbacks stop us! When act one of our life gets upended, we embark on our glorious second acts! We pick up the pieces and turn them into something even better than what we had before. And because of the trials it took to get there, the fruits of a second act can be so much sweeter, don’t you think?

I want to hear about your second act? Did you and your spouse renew the spark of a dead bedroom with some couples therapy? Maybe you just needed a romantic vacation to remember the passion.

Or maybe your second act is a New Romantic partner. From the ashes of a breakup, the phoenix of new relationship rises. It’s different, certainly not what you’re used to, but that’s the fun of it. The break down of your first act has given you the freedom to explore New Romantic connections you once only dreamed about!

Or maybe we need to roleplay this for you. You’re not in your second act yet, but you can picture it. You just need someone to play it out with you to make it feel real. We could roleplay you meeting your new partner. Or maybe we could play out how to reignite things with your current partner if that’s where you are!

You have no idea who I am.

Actually, that's not quite true. We were both guests at the same wedding the day before, so I must be some distant relation or acquaintance.

I showed up with my family, and we'd exchanged greetings and smiles, sat fairly close to each other during the ceremony, and smiled at each other from across the room at the reception. I'm considerably older than you, easily at least a decade, but my smile is gorgeous, and my dress is elegant.

After that, things get a little hazy for you. The wine was free after all, and nobody is stopping you from drinking it.

12 hours later, and you wake up in your hotel room above the reception venue. Sunlight cuts through the curtains and makes a strip of the room glow, dust dancing in the air.

Your head kinda hurts, and you have to remind yourself of where you are. Everything seems fine, until... I let out a light stirring noise, before rolling over onto my side, fast asleep.

Time to decide if you should panic. You don't remember whether anything happened between us, so you definitely have no idea if anyone is looking for me, or if I'm going to react positively to waking up beside you.

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Thanks for reading my setup! I've left the direction for this a little vague, because I think it could cater to a few different kinks! I could be married, we could be related? Maybe that was your first time with a woman?

Maybe I'm naked in the bed? Maybe still half clothed? Maybe I wasn't as drunk, so I remember what happened, but you didn't?

We could introduce a little non/dubcon too!

Where do we go from here? A morning BJ? A quickie? Shower sex? Lots of possibilities!

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Message me with your thoughts for the setup and preference for my character's looks, and let's have fun!

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Kinks include: Submission, being taken advantage of, age gaps, being instructed, giving handjobs/oral, sucking your fingers, cumplay, getting you hard, men being vocal, lubed anal, riding, clothing (pantyhose, underwear, jeans, skirts, outfits, socks, uniforms), dress up, pantyjobs, stripping, clothed sex, outercourse, footplay, dd/lg, multiple ejaculation, prone bone, doggy, riding, bondage, hitting, choking, pinning, other time periods (50s-2010s)

Main limits: Scat, beast, being filmed, snuff, huge cocks, receiving oral below the neck

(DM ONLY - No chat or other platforms)

Im jess, uk, bi. I like long term, slow burn rp. Where we both respect that RL happens and reply without Pressure.

I want to play scenarios where i let go and be slutty, because who hasnt fantasised about that. So guys need to be open to that, and including other men in the play. I’ll list some possibilities, but add some meat to the last one because i already have that written, but open to them all and other ideas.

[1] Hotwife: From a normal loving couple, I find out you have fantasies of me being a hotwife. Maybe watching porn or you just tell me. Im resistant at first, but we fantasise and take small steps and before long im an enthusiastic hotwife who becomes insatiable.

[2] Im an easy, slutty chav who lives on the roughest estate in the area, and has a reputation for being a slut. You could be a boyfriend or play the numerous conquests in my day to day life.

[3] Journey into porn

I will play a version of myself, Jess, 19-21, brown hair and a hot figure (hey it’s fantasy lol). Im from a broken home and trying to make ends meet to pay my rent, and after losing my waitressing job, i have taken to stripping in the seedy strip club on the edge of town. This is where you will ‘discover’ me, and take me under your wing. Convincing me that doing some adult work will make me far more money. And from here you will take me on a journey through the early seedy shoots, to porn expos, and then the more legit studio, and possibly fame. Of course, you might get me to give favours along the way. Or even become my boyfriend, but i still go on the porn journey. The kind of scenes id be willing to do: MF, MFM, gangbang, gloryhole, public, facials, cream pie, rough sex, degrading scenes, bbc, older men, possibly watersports. Limits: Illegal stuff, poop, feet.

This is the starting prompt:

I got sacked from my job at the diner a week ago, and things were getting desperate. The rent is due in 3 days, and i have no family to help. I will be on the street if i dont do something. Yesterday i was walking home to avoid paying for transport when i saw the club. Its look dilapidated on the outside, but there was a poster offering work for girls. There wasnt much of an interview. The owner looked me up and down and said to be there tonight. I pay a set fee and a percentage of my earnings (though there are some tips he wont know about). so its not much risk or him. It looks a bit better inside, but it’s still a dingy sleezy club, but the girls are nice and i made some decent if not good money. If i managed the same again tonI got I’ll pay the rent fine. So i dress in my outfit (tonight its the fantasy school girl one i had from a night out last year) and put my big coat on And head to the club. I say hi to the bouncers and head backstage, slipping the coat off and reapplying my makeup. it has to be thicker than normal due to the bright lights. And just like that im taking my turn on the stage to ‘advertise‘ myself and earn some tips before I take to the floor to find some private dances. Not knowing that you are there, and the start of a new adventure.

Could you take me on that journey? Give me a shout and let me know what ideas you have for it to give me an idea of we match before starting. Happy to use pic references during the RP too.

Either way i want to be slutty. And yu have to be ok with that. When you message, give me an idea of who you are, what youre into and how youd see the scenario progressing so i get an idea of if we match. Just ‘hi fancy rping, shall i start’ wont catch my interest as i dont know enough to decide.

You just finish college and found yourself a job that pays pretty good for a fresh graduate. But the only problem is that it's located at the next city, so you have to find a place to rent. But luckily for you, your mom's younger sister, Aunt Zoey. You and her were quite close when you were younger but ever since she divorce with her husband, she has been living alone at a different city, the same city your new work place is located at.

You beg your mom you wanted to live alone, wanting to feel independent and all, but her decision is final and that she has contacted Aunt Zoey about you staying with her. Well, at least you don't have to pay for rent, but instead you mom wants you to spend time with her and help her with any household chores instead of just staying in the guest room.

You arrive to her apartment and knocked on her door, you heard a gleeful chuckle before sounds of footsteps and the door unlocking. "HEYY YOU ARRIVE!" Your aunt exclaimed excitedly before giving you a hug and a kiss on your cheek. But she slowly let's out a small "Oops" before letting you go, forgetting you are already an adult. "Well come in don't just stand there!"

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Heyyo! So that's basically it, it's a fun and exciting roleplay about you staying at your aunt's apartment. It's fairly open and vague so i would like to discuss this further with you, i got this idea from that video of Aunt Cass, so if you're interested let's brainstorm!

Kinks: Anal, spanking, rough, lingerie, oral, older female, mommy, dirty talking, gentle, caught masturbating.

The carriage jumps as the two galloping horses drawing it bring you over a large hole in the roads. Moving closer to the abbey, the roads will fall into greater disrepair. Recently, the church has not had the funds they would like to divert towards maintaining their property.

You move in your seat, uncomfortable. It would never be expected for a wytch-hunter to expect to always live an affluent life, always in pleasant conditions - such a thing would open the order up to the devil's influence, and besides the hunters are an order of warriors, not bureaucrats or nobles. You have accepted the tenets of the order, but do wonder how a cushion could prejudice your divine mission.

Despite the warlike nature of the order, and the fact that all its members were trained in weapons and hand to hand combat from a young age, the responsibilities of your post tend to be mostly administrative. Real wytches, those with the powers a layman would expect of the devil's servants do exist, don't misunderstand. Indeed, to join the wytch-hunters, you have to have some Talent - their main purpose was, after all, tracking down and recruiting those with skills to help the Church. But many (near all, these days) of the calls from help from terrified locals were naught more than paranoia. Your role in too many cases was simply to determine that the terrified creature they brought in was simply a normal girl, and to convince the local's to free her.

It was rare that the full power of the holy words would have to be used.

\In darkness, we seek the devil's mark**

\Upon the flesh, a sign to embark**

\On trials of fire, water, and pain**

\To uncover the wytches, and drive them in vain**

We strip them bare, to search and to find

The hidden signs, of the devil's design

Moath soaping, to wash away the stain

And figging, to burn away the devil's bane

The birch rod's sting, to scourge the soul

To drive out the devil, and make the wytch whole

In cold water, we dunk and we drown

To test their resolve, and make the devil drown

With candle's flame, we test their will

Reciting verses, as their foot doth thrill

We seek the truth, in every scream and cry

To uncover the wytches v, and watch them die

Our methods cruel, our hearts aflame

We hunt the wytches, in the devil's name

For in their darkness, we see the light

And in their suffering, our own salvation's might

So let us hunt, with zeal and with might

For the devil's minions, in the dead of night

And let our trials, be a warning to all

To fear the wytchhunters, and heed our call.

It was rare, nowadays, for the full power of the verses to be used. The tests for determining wytchcraft were numerous, and it was seldom necessary for a wytchhunter such as yourself to use them to prove an innocent. The mundane processes of the laws of the land sufficed.

The verses were only used to prove a positive result. To prove that someone did, in fact, have the powers of wytchcraft.

You wonder if you will be using them today.

The carriage pulls up to the front of the abbey, and you open the door, stepping out into the wind, and greeting the eager young monk who waited for you. The wind blows wildly as the two of you step inside of the abbey, blowing your cloak back over your shoulder. The passage along down the is long and quiet, the silence not broken by your companion, who seems intimidated by you.

You walk to the cells, and the monk overcomes his trepidation to give you some information on the captive you're going to see. The torches on the wall, providing good heat though they do, flicker ominously.

"She was caught," he says, whispering in a hushed tone, " just yesterday. She seemed to be practicing her powers, manipulating the very wind."

His voice cuts off, a little prematurely you feel, as you walk round the corner, and finally approach the cell with the wytch.

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Hope you enjoyed reading the prompt! If you'd be interested in playing this out, send me a PM or chat. If you like, feel free to also suggest a verse for the poem the wytchunters follow, since (to use full literary honesty) I did use AI to create just that part. That also serves the dual purpose of letting me see if you've read the whole thing, haha.

I have a couple of kinks that I'd like to include in the scene, though none are obligatory, including: ENF/CMNF; spanking/birching; masochism (or sadism, I suppose on your part); bondage; mouth soaping; figging; and other such domestic discipline ideas, carried over to this scenario.

Just in case its not clear from my writing the second person, your character will be the wytchhunter, and I will be the wytch.

You’ve always paid for sex.

It just makes sense for a man like you. You’re incredibly busy with work, leaving you very little time for proper dating, and you’re a bit of a control freak. One-night stands are a no-go because you don’t want them coming to your place, and you definitely won’t be going to theirs. And lastly, it’s simply more convenient. After all, you pay someone to clean your house, don’t you?

You’ve used this particular service before. The women are always gorgeous, clean, and discreet. They know just how to stroke your ego (among other things), and they never leave you wanting.

This time, however, when you call to make a booking, you have something different in mind. You need a girl for the whole weekend. But it can’t just be any girl. No, she needs to be the cream of the crop— who you’re going to cream.

But you’ll need her for more than the bedroom.

You’ve got a big event coming up for work, and you need some arm candy. Think MediaSlopes or Davos or Brilliant Minds. A c-suite cock measuring contest more than anything. And someone needs to be there to lick your cock clean when the measuring is over. Not only that, but she’ll accompany you to dinners and make all the other billionaires green with envy when they’re forced to go back to their dead bedroom of a sex life with their pilled-out, plastic wives.

In short, you need a woman to complete the image of a power couple that you’d like to project. And yes, you will be fucking her every night. And every morning. And every other chance you get. You paid for the privilege, didn’t you?

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Hi, all. I’m pretty excited for this little plot, and I’d love for us to explore the fun dynamic it allows for. I especially love playing around with shifting power balances. I’d love to hear any ideas you have for your character or where this story might go. I’m looking for someone literate who can help move the story along in addition to writing great smut.

My kinks are big cocks, rough, desperate sex, hair pulling, spanking, sloppy blowjobs, choking, sneaky/clothed sex, creampies, and aftercare.

My limits are scat, piss, beast, underage, and gore.

When I made my first therapy appointment, I told you it was about nightmares. I couldn't stop having the same nightmares over and over again. That first visit, I couldn't tell you much about them, just that I kept having nightmares where I was getting hurt. It took a long time for me to open up more, but you could read between the lines and tell these dreams were sexual in nature. The more you pushed, the more detail I gave.

Now, each week, I come and sit on your couch and describe being held down, abused, attacked, or simply treated like a sex object. I've been having the dreams and thoughts for years, but it's getting worse now with the dreams coming every night. I call them nightmares, but you can tell now that that's not what they are. They're fantasies. At first, you listened wanting to help me.

Then, they started to excite you. Now, you listen for new fodder for your own desires. You eventually started to keep the appointment after mine free to relieve yourself, but just a few weeks ago you couldn't help yourself and wound up pleasuring yourself DURING my session, sitting behind me as I lie on your couch sobbing about being held down and taken from behind. But honestly, how are you supposed to sit there and hear what I say and NOT be aroused? I'm well educated and active and outgoing in my community, but when I close my eyes, the same thoughts always invade. I dream about being used, owned, and even abused.

The shame is too much for me. I try to ban the thoughts from my brain, I tell myself they're wrong, but the more I try to fight it the more vivid the dreams get. I can't take it anymore. I've barely slept in weeks, I'm jumpy, and my pussy aches every morning with need. And you, you have to listen to every detail of my pain each week when I come to you and beg you for help.

I thought I could trust to you. I came to you for help, baring my darkest shame and begging you to help rid me of these thoughts. I think I'm safe with you, but there's only so much I can say before you start to picture yourself as the man in my fantasies. Perhaps you have some unorthodox ways you might want to "help" me.

Perhaps I just need to learn that I can't just tease you with my fantasies over and over again without following through. Either way, the temptation of what I'm telling you and sharing with you, my deepest darkest shameful thoughts, should be too much for you to resist.
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I'm really into the idea of some mind games going on with this as well. I've basically been torturing you by describing my fantasies to you for months.

Looking to build out this roleplay a bit. I'm down for other ideas as well, if you think you have something else I might be interested in. Messages only, no chat please.

Kinklist can be found here: https://i.imgur.com/mD4XrF2.png

Our family has been friends ever since we’ve been younger. We would constantly vacation together and our families had to plan a spring break trip. It’s the first time that us as adults we all go. As we all started getting older some of us went and some of us didn’t. Our schedules would never match. But we were finally able to get off work and school. We had all gotten on our room as we wanted our privacy and have fun incase we found someone on the trip. It was us 4. Me and my sister and then you and your brother. One went to the navy while the other one worked at the gym. My sister was older and working and I was a junior in college. As I seen you guys at the hotel I thought you guys both have definitely gotten nicer body’s since we last all seen each other. I knew I was going to end up sleeping with one of you guys if not both. We had planned clubbing, swimming, and hanging out and leaving our parents to do their own things. But I definitely had planned some nice outfits that would leave you guys impressed.

If you’re interested send me a chat. Which brother you would like to be or maybe even play both maybe a threesome or I slept with both without the other knowing.

(Hey there! Let me first say that I'm not looking for this to be a scene where you just bend my character over your desk, call myle a whore, hand me a check, and slap me on the ass as I leave. Of course your character has power over mine. You've got the money, and I've got the nothing. You don't have to explicitly rub that power in my face or be cruel about the situation I find myself in. Overall, I see your character as being "intrigued" by my offer, for lack of a better word. He's interested, and he's willing to come to the table and negotiate. After all, you're a businessman. What I'm offering you is a business proposition. Once we've had our talk and laid out our terms, then you can fuck your daughter like the literal whore she is. )

My dad is a rich man. The kind of man who can travel all over the country, having sex with as many women as he wants, and not worrying about the consequences. Whenever he hears that he has a bastard son or daughter out there somewhere, he cuts a fat check to shut the mother up and goes about his life. Normally, that's a system that works just fine. If the mother is responsible, you always give her enough money to support the child all the way through their eighteenth birthday, with a little to spare. But if the mother isn't the kind of person who can be trusted with money, the kid is in trouble. My mom is exactly that kind of woman. Trashy. Irresponsible. Careless. Depressed. We did alright when I was her only kid, but eventually, she started sleeping around again and got pregnant. Then again. And again. We ran out of money fast, and now all of us are deep in the throes of generational poverty. The only possible way out is for you to give us another stimulus check.

I've asked you before. I've emailed you. No response. I've sent you letters. Curt, all-business denials written out on your office letterhead. I've even visited you in person, and you were... surprisingly friendly. You took me out to a very nice restaurant and had a long conversation with me about how you'd already done your part to take care of me, and if my mother wasn't good with the money, that isn't your responsibility. You encouraged me to apply for a job at your company, and I did... but I didn't get it. Why would I? My only qualification is technically being your daughter.

It's been a few years since then, and here's the thing. We're fucked without you. With the economy the way it is, we're going to wind up living in the same trailer for the rest of our lives. And that's assuming we get to keep the fucking trailer. Forget going to college for any of my siblings. We barely eat. So, I've set up another appointment with you. Your secretary tried to keep it from happening. Then, she tried to make it a phone call. But no. I was persistent, and that persistence got me what I wanted. A face-to-face interview with my father. One where I think I know how to get the money we need. After all, I know for sure there's one technique women have successfully used to get money from you in the past. And I intend to see if it's going to work for me.

I've always known I've been beautiful. I've never had to work for anything in my life, I've been given everything I've ever wanted. Men fall over themselves to get a moment of my attention, sure I've used that to my advantage to get free drinks at bars, I've never waited in line in my life and if I found a guy that I like he'll be mine. But I've now got a boyfriend who loves and worships me, I love him but I love his money even more.

Everything changed when he introduced me to his parents, his mum was a judgemental bitch but his dad. Oh my god he's the definition of a silver fox, his greying hair shines in the light and I'm immediately drawn to him. I've got to make him mine. I can see it now him wrapped around my finger, his wife left broke and in the street( or dead if we wanna go really dark.) His son my current boyfriend left heartbroken but you won't care, all you'll care about is fucking me in your marriage bed while I'm laying on your wifes wedding dress. You'll share and show me off to your friends as I'm left the victor over your now former family.

I'm looking for this to be a darker twist on the usual homewrecker storyline. I want you to so utterly love me that you'd be willing to leave or kill if you want to go really dark your wife and son. If you're intrested message me with how you see this story going.

My favourite kinks are in all caps, none are mandatory INTERRACIAL ,bbc,Gangbang,PROSTITUTION FILMING,anal,old men, cumplay,LARGE LOADS, risky sex, public sex, humiliation,abuse,cnc,,dressed up,cum on food, oral sex, breeding, pregnancy sex, rough sex,impact play,incest,spit,roleplay,cuckold,raceplay, lingerie, bodywriting, USED AS CURRENCY/FAVOURSbnwo,open to more

Setting:

A sprawling sci-fi universe where the Galactic Coalition, a shaky alliance of democratic worlds, teeters on the edge of war with the authoritarian Galactic Empire. Starships clash in nebulae, covert ops unfold on neon-lit space stations, and political intrigue simmers in the shadows. The year is 2478, and the galaxy is a powder keg ready to ignite.

My Character (will provide a full bio privately):

Name: Captain Zara Kade

Age: 25

Background:

An ace pilot and special ops captain, Zara leads Specter Wing, a covert unit running high-stakes missions against pirates, rogue factions, and occasionally the Empire itself. Born on the industrial planet Voryn, she clawed her way up from a mechanic’s daughter to a Coalition hero, but her rocky ties to the Empire’s elite make her a target.

Your Character:

Open-ended! You could be a roguish smuggler with a heart of gold, a cunning Imperial agent with divided loyalties, a fellow Coalition operative with a shared past, a mysterious alien diplomat, or anything else that fits the sci-fi vibe. I’m excited to see who you bring to the table—give me their name, appearance, personality, and role in the galaxy. Bonus points for a character who can match Zara’s wit and challenge her in and out of the bedroom.

Plot Hook:

Zara’s latest mission has gone sideways. She’s stranded on a lawless space station, a glittering den of mercenaries, black-market deals, and hedonistic clubs, with critical intel that could shift the balance of power in the galaxy. Your character crosses her path—maybe you’re her unexpected ally, a rival with ulterior motives, or someone from her past with unfinished business. Sparks fly as danger closes in, blending high-octane action with heated tension. Will you team up to escape, betray each other for the prize, or let passion derail the mission entirely?

Tone and Style:

I’m looking for a story-driven RP with a mix of action, intrigue, and steamy romance. The NSFW elements should feel organic, building from chemistry and tension—whether it’s a desperate hookup in a hidden bunk, a power struggle that turns sensual, or a slow-burn romance that explodes under pressure. I love witty banter, moral dilemmas, and characters who push each other’s buttons. Expect space battles, shady deals, and galaxy-shaking stakes alongside the heat.

NSFW Preferences:

• Likes: Passionate encounters, power dynamics (switch energy—Zara can be dominant or yield to the right partner), teasing banter, risky settings (e.g., stolen moments during a mission), emotional stakes, and chemistry-driven scenes.

• Limits: non-con, or taboo themes (e.g., underage, incest). I prefer consensual, character-driven intimacy. Let’s discuss specific kinks and boundaries OOC to keep it fun and comfortable.

• Fade-to-Black Option: If NSFW isn’t your focus, I’m open to fading to black and keeping the romance spicy but implied.

RP Details:

• Platform: Discord preferred, but I’m flexible (DM for details).

• Posting Style: Literate, multi-paragraph (2-4 paragraphs per post), third-person past tense. I match my partner’s length and detail.

• Frequency: At least once a day, but I’m open to faster pacing if our schedules align. Real life comes first!

• OOC: I love chatting to brainstorm, share inspo (art, music, etc.), and build the world together. Let’s make this a collaborative blast.

What I’m Looking For in a Partner:

• 18+ only, please, due to NSFW content.

• Enthusiastic about world-building and character development.

• Comfortable with mature themes but respects boundaries.

• Communicative—let’s talk triggers, limits, and ideas upfront.

• No godmodding or controlling Zara’s actions, please!

How to Respond:
Drop me a DM with (All optional.):

1. Your character’s bio (name, age, appearance, personality, role in the galaxy).

2. A short writing sample (1-2 paragraphs) in your character’s voice, reacting to meeting Zara in a tense situation (e.g., a bar brawl, a chase, or a charged standoff).

3. Your RP preferences (posting frequency, NSFW comfort level, any specific kinks/limits).

4. A little about you (timezone, favorite sci-fi vibes, etc.).

Sample Starter:
The Neon Abyss station pulsed with life, its corridors a maze of flickering holosigns and shadowed deals. Zara leaned against a bar counter, nursing a glass of Corellian spark, her eyes scanning the crowd. The intel drive burned a hole in her jacket pocket, and the bounty hunters circling like vultures weren’t subtle. Her X-9 Raptor was impounded, her crew scattered, and time was running out. Then she saw you—a figure cutting through the chaos, your gaze locking with hers. Ally, enemy, or something else? Her lips curled into a challenging smirk, but her hand hovered near her blaster. “You here to save my ass or ruin my night?” she called, voice low and edged with fire.

Let’s ignite the stars together. Who’s ready to dive into this galaxy with Zara?

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Hi there!

So I'm interested in a classic 'space opera' type roleplay, but with an absolutely bawdy twist! Four women, each with mountainous libidos and a lust for adventure, fled their home planet, Lysara Prime, just as it became a patriarchal dictatorship (emphasis on 'dick'). I'll go into the details in DMs, but the jist of it was two sweeping laws were passed: No porn and women are considered property. Gilead, but dumber.

But this is about the crew. So far there's four.

Laura Caine: Former adult film star "Kandy Kane". Hard- and Softcore, bondage, girl-on-girl, solo, and group scenes, Caine was doing pretty well in the industry, winning multiple awards and building her brand, right up until the government blew up her industry and the studio attempted to sell her out to cut their losses. During the whole messy coup d'état, she managed to steal a ship and get it off planet before it went into lockdown. Since then, she's been doing her best to leave 'Kandy' behind her on that planet, wanting to build her brand as the best space outlaw in the sector. And being a space merc isn't that much different from working in adult films: You just need to know who's balls to squeeze.

A.V.A.: Every good ship needs a ship doctor, and AVA is... well, she's something. During the riots, Laura got badly banged up and needed medical attention. Unfortunately, The medic bot working on her got filled with plasma holes in a ill-fated firefight at a hospital and Laura had to flee, taking the med bot's databanks with her. She managed to liberate a sexbot that was marked for destruction and uploaded every medical text and procedure into her processor. AVA still knows 1,001 sexual positions, but now she can know do it while performing heart surgery.

Jane Hardy: Ex-Marine of the Lysara's forces. She was a loyal soldier through and through, despite sleeping her way up the ranks. For a brief period during Lysara Prime's transition, she obeyed her orders, 'escorting' civilian women into camps, thinking that order and stability was preferable to anarchy. Hardy had even captured Caine, before overhearing members of her own unit plotting to turn over their commander for 'reassignment'. She quickly abandoned her post, helped Caine locate a ship off planet and has been at her side ever since.

Lucy Smith: The newest addition to The Siren. Caine and her Crew crash landed on Lysara II and needed repair and refueling. Luckily, they found Lucy. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, she is often found waist deep in the guts of burnt out engines and wrecked ships, learning everything she can about their inner workings. She learned how to fly by hanging around spaceports and watering holes for pilots, often meeting them in the bathroom for some 'handsfree joystick practice'. When she fixed up The Siren in half the time any other mechanic would, she earned her spot on it and never looked back.

There's obviously room for another crew member, if that's a role you'd like to fill, or playing as any of these characters. I'm looking for someone who can add to the world setting as well as some lewd not-too-serious adventures. Smuggling aphrodisiac hallucinogenic that leaked into our air ducts? Hired to shut down a sexbot factory that's gone haywire? A sexy alien passenger that isn't quite what she appears to be? Does AVA get a virus that turns her into a ruthless Terminator/dominatrix just as the ship starts to malfunction? Perhaps Lysara Prime has sent a few 'bounty hunters' to reclaim their 'property'?

It should be noted that Hardy and Laura are both Bi, Lucy is 'heteroflexible', and AVA is a lesbian.

I have plenty of kinky to go with this, so I'll leave it fairly open. my LIMITS are: maiming, weight gain, snuff, scat, blood/gore.

We were studying in my dorm—well, trying to study.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, my textbook open between us, but your attention had drifted. You kept stealing glances at me when you thought I wasn’t looking. I noticed. Of course I noticed. You’d been doing it more lately, and every time, it made my heart thud a little harder.

I was pretending to focus on my notes, highlighting random sentences just to keep my hands busy, but the air between us was shifting. I could feel it. The silence had weight now, something thick and buzzing underneath the quiet. Like we were both holding our breath.

You leaned back on your hands, watching me. “Hey,” you said, voice low.

I looked up.

You paused. “Can I ask you something?”

My pulse jumped. “Yeah?”

You hesitated, eyes flicking to the window, then back to me.

“I know we’re best friends,” you said slowly, like the words were careful, “but… have you ever wondered if maybe we’re—”

There was a knock at the door.

You stopped. I stared at you, heart in my throat.

Another knock. Louder this time.

“…Are you gonna get that?” you asked, voice a little too casual now, like you were trying to shove whatever that question was back into a box.

I didn’t move.

Because all I could think about was what you were about to say.

Nothing’s hotter to me than a desperate guy gooning his head off in a dimly lit room that smells like a guy gooning his head off, pathetic and guilty and practically drooling all over himself. It’s a real fun image and it’s my favorite kink. So if you think you can deliver on it, whether in RP or in a dirty chat, slide right into my messages.

But to get into specifics, I love guys jerking a fat pole of meat slathered in precum, sweat, and previous loads, a testament to wasted masculinity, a dick that ought to be blasting a womb with thick gouts of ovary-clogging sperm but is instead being noisily jerked until the sensitivity wanes away and it becomes an addiction. I love those guys as much as I love those rubbing their smaller twiggy dicks, humiliated everytime they look down, stroking and edging to the nastiest NTR they can find while they stare at the screen, mouth agape.

Both routes are really fun. I’m calling them routes, though I don’t have plots all triangulated for this, because I think we can graft our depraved preferences onto a delectable set of scenarios. Cumbrained Valorant eboy meets the Discord kitten of his dreams? Total doomer finally works up the courage to approach the only girl at his work? Poor isekai protagonist has been cursed with a dick-shrinking spell everytime he cums? I just want something raunchy enough to rival whatever goonbait your character (or indeed, you) consumes on a daily basis.

Messages or chats are cool by me, but please open with something thoughtful that shows you read the post and are capable of stringing sentences together. Handfucking losers are hot, but handfucking losers who can write are the best.

Kinks are fairly open here and the predictable ones are predictable, so I’ll cap this off with some relevant limits.

Limits: lactation and nursing, feminization (for your character), incest and incest play, anthro, inflation, weight gain, scat, vore, fandom play (for this post).

[M4f] Strictification

Strictification, a new word that I've made up. Its Bimbofication with a more refined touch

Most men envision their slaves as naked, and on all fours drooling for cock. I envision my perfectly trained slave as a properly dressed prim and proper girl. With ramrod posture, and a clean white smile.

Maintaining a proper uniform is a large component of your training. You must always look at your best, with the cleanest of uniforms. Think of an old fashioned academic uniform. Shirt, tie, skirt, and every aspect up to code.

Or perhaps a flowing Victorian maid uniform, with a skirt lifted by petticoats, a fully white apron, and a nice neck covering collar

Or a niche favorite of mine, the female military uniform. Stiff, uncomfortable, and the maximum level of formality. No matter the uniform I prefer to keep a militant eye on how perfectly you maintain your uniform

Punishments will be frequent, and recorded on your discipline card. Every infraction will be listed on your card, and you will be required to memorize it off hands. Punishments may include spankings, to kneeling on rice, or reading sentences.

I do see chastity as a virtue for a proper girl, and sexual activity will include a lot of edging and testing of mental fortitude. Do not expect to be instantly awarded with sexual gratification. A prim and proper girl does not need such frivolous things as an orgasm when she has the pleasure of servitude.

Perhaps we're a D/s couple that lives by high conduct rules. You will be expected to be on your best behavior at all times, ready to serve at any moment. You will be trained to have the best posture, and your elocution will be impeccable.

Kinks include Strict, classy, and formal uniforms, bdsm, maids, humiliation, chastity, edging, service, training punishments.

Even in a place as filthy as Reddit, there are certain kinks that people just don’t like. For me, that kink is piss. I love drinking piss. I love being covered in piss. I love watching a big cock slowly fill a glass with champagne knowing that I’m about to gulp and gargle it all down (never mind the fact that I’m not old enough to drink alcohol yet).

But piss is an interesting kink because, even among the people that are into it, there seem to be completely different angles. Some are into it for the filth aspect, while others view it as an alternate cum. Some find it degrading, others liberating. Some like to piss on hotel walls while others want to down it privately in their own home. And then many others aren’t into it but are willing to let a thirsty girl drink from them as long as it leads to sex.

So let’s chat about it. Let’s have a back and forth about our own experiences, preferences, and curiosities. How into it are you? Since when? Why? What aspects do you like? What do you want to try? And so on. I’ll answer those questions too.

Please start with your ASL and something related to the prompt that I can respond to! I prefer older men (30+).

Posting here looking for a unicorn. I’ve been on and off of Reddit for a long time with mixed levels of success. I’ll detail a little about me and what I’m looking for and then per the group rules I’ll provide an introduction.

Overall I’m very flexible and open minded to many different scenarios. I like scenarios grounded in reality, and leaning more towards slice of life. My character is always me and I am happy to provide a description and reference. In general I shy away from fantasy and sci-fi situations. Your character however; is entirely of your choosing. It can always be interest taking two characters and figuring out how they overlapped and got into the situation we are in.

I type in the first person and I also prefer chat/discord. If I had to put a percentage on it I would say it’s usually 60% smut and 40% story building. Usually painting in broad strokes until we get to a specific scenario where we get into the details. I try to reply thoroughly but context kinda dictates. I am not a novelist and not the type to provide 3-4 paragraphs per reply.

Roles I’ve had most success with are kinda cliché, porn/OF girl, IG model, perky college student. But I’m entirely open.

Kinks: BWC, BBC, light bondage, Light degradation, dirty talk, cock worship, cum play

Limits: toilet play, family play (step dad exception), violence, CNC, blackmail, yada

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The general idea for this scenario is that i came from a low/no income household, but heavily desired a college education. It started with a simple OF page letting my good genetics help supplement the cost, but unfortunately it just wasn’t enough. It lead me to a point where I either got out or went deeper. That diploma was calling my name and I decided to do what it takes to keep myself afloat and spent 2-3 years in the amateur/low budget porn world. I made more money than I knew what to do with; more than enough to cover my college and buy myself a condo and a mid level BMW. I knew I had a decent name in the business but was not a household name. Once again I was at a fork in the road as i received my diploma.

I always told myself I was done when I graduated, but most of the folks I ‘worked’ with has doubts. Honestly, even I did at times. But despite the doubts I knew I could never live a ‘normal’ life if I continue this career. Part of me wasn’t sure if it was already too late. After months of applying and interviewing I land a Few states away and I informed my agency ill Be retiring. They threw me a small party. Penis themed cake and decoration. It was bitter sweet because we all got along so well behind the lenses.

My move was uneventful. I kept the condo and rented it out, and was able to buy another in town; where we met…..

And thats where we can pick it up!

How do we meet and what’s our scenario look like?

Let’s flesh it out and have some fun !

Please introduce yourself and tell me what you’re looking for!

Hello there, I hope this finds you well. I’m a 33 year old white man and as far back as I can remember, I’ve been immensely attracted to Indian women.

It feels weird to say that. As someone who is progressive and tries to be anti-racist, defining attraction in terms of race just feels a little odd, but it’s also not something I can deny. We like what we like, I suppose. And I like dark hair and dark eyes and a darker skin tone. I off course find all kinds of women attractive, but when I think about which women I find most attractive, who my eye is drawn to every time without fail, it’s Indian women.

I have to imagine then, that there might be Indian women out there who feel a similar kind of attraction towards white men. A pull towards that type of person. If that’s you, I’d love to chat! I’d love to talk about what attracts you to guys like me, if you’ve had any experiences that solidified that attraction for you, whatever you want!

I want to explore these relationships, what about it is so irresistible. Is there a certain amount of taboo from one or both sides? Is it something to be kept secret for one reason or another? Is it star crossed love or something more purely carnal?

We could also role play out a relationship. How we meet, how we start to date, if being an interracial couple throws up any roadblocks, I’d love to play it all out. We could roleplay situations you’ve found yourself to reminisce or maybe think about how they might have gone differently. We could come up with something entirely new, as well! I just want to explore this space with you.

So if you’re an Indian woman who might enjoy the company of a white guy today, please reach out!

You lay awake at night. Your body is feeling those feelings that keep you awake late into the night. Imagine all the things you wish you were doing with him right now as you lay in your bed.... wait, not you shouldn't you have known him since you were a girl how could you think about him like that..... you may be older, more mature, developed into a woman now, but his your father's best friend still. Your mind keeps moving back and forth between thought about him that would make your parents shocked to find out there daughter was thinking about someone who has know her almost her whole life but the way he looked tonight as your parents hosted there annual BBQ you couldn't help it you have needs after all. You spend all night seeing him, whose deep eyes stare into yours whenever you pass by, can't help but make your stomach feel full of butterflies. That deep voice reverberates through you as you hear him speaking to your parents. Your body reacts in ways you just can't ignore wanting his attention all to yourself.

You lay there mind buzzing as you think about the fact that he is just down the hall and how easy it could be for you too.....

Hey girls, welcome to my post. I hope you are enjoying yourself so far. I would be happy to chat more and see where we can take this and see just where the rabbit hole goes. To let me know you have read everything, message me what panties you have on and the style. What are you waiting for? Get those fingers typing and send me a message, and let's have some fun. Hope to hear from you kinky girls soon.

Kinks include lingerie, submissive girls, rough sex, teasing, exhibitionist, slutty outfits, spanking, oral, teasing, pussy eatting, age gap, size play and lots more

Out of all of the fraternities on campus, yours was undoubtedly the most vile and disgusting. Your fraternity had a long history of throwing alcohol and drug fueled house parties, and there was a long list of girls who accused your members of a wide assortment of horrendous acts ranging from harassment, drugging, and rape.

However, along with being the most disgusting and offensive group of guys on campus, you were also among the richest. Your families contributed far more to the school to make investigations worthwhile for the administrators, so all acts of misconduct were swept under the rug from their standpoint.

However, activist groups like the one I was a part of were not willing to sit contently by and watch you continue to assault girl after girl and then scare them into silence. We investigated every little thread we could, but to our dismay we found ourselves blocked at every turn by the administrators, who threatened to dissolve our feminist activist group if we continued to do things like this.

As if that wasn't bad enough, you and your disgusting frat brothers reached out to our group and made us a deal. If one of us could sit in a room for two hours with you, their resident 'hypnotist', on camera, and walk out unscathed, they would voluntarily dissolve the fraternity and never host another party again.

My friend Catherine was the first to try to take you up on this offer. She walked confidently into your frat house, a go-pro stashed in her purse and her chin pushed out in a display of confidence. Not even an hour later, she stumbled out of the place, her sweatshirt and jeans replaced by a short skirt and crop top, with a hat bearing the fraternity letters on it and a blank expression on her face. She was never the same after that- feminist beliefs seemed to disgust her, and she stopped attending most of her lessons. Last I heard, she'd dropped out of almost half of her classes and was dangerously close to failing out of college.

Next came Jessica, who lasted just over an hour before she stumbled out wearing an baggy t-shirt with the frat letters on it and nothing else. The same ditzy expression adorned her face, and she giggled at every little thing like a child. After Jessica came Annie who lasted the least amount of time at just under thirty minutes before emerging in the same state as Catherine and Jessica. None of them ever seemed the same afterwords, and it had scared almost all of the group members into avoiding this challenge of yours.

Almost. Determined to bring justice to my friends and to all of the girls that you'd hurt, I decided to take you up on your offer. I arranged a meeting, and packed up my camera. Taking deep breaths to steady my nerves and telling myself that I was going to make it through this, I made my way across campus. Arriving at your frat house, I took a deep breath, before knocking on the door.

Kinks- creampies, risk of impreg, collars, misogyny, sexism, loss of intelligence, submission, spanking, light choking, hypnosis, edging, mind breaking, vibrators, brainwashing, petite women

Limits- Bathroom stuff (piss, shit, etc), feet, bestiality, death, excessive pain, body mod, mouth/ass (Rimming)

If you're interested in playing, feel free to include an opener (as well as any reference pics or descriptions for how you'd like my character to look) in your message to me!

I tend to prefer DMs to chats! :)

So, little background about myself, I'm a trans girl, lived in the closet for some time but I've been out for the last 4 years or so, and I'm just now getting to the point where I'm looking on the outside in a way that feels more aligned with my inside. Which is AMAZING.

However, during the "closet years", I coped a lot by doing loads (like- loads) (hey, not THOSE kinds of loads!) of RP, normally some kind of dom/sub dynamic, normally with some bimbofication aspects (because- hey, I still think I could use a bigger pair of tits, I'm still a growing girl), but somehow being closeted/trans/dealing with a lot of Catholic guilt, I always felt like that play couldn't go too far, couldn't be something I took a little more seriously- something where I couldn't make real connections, because eventually they'd learn that I was trans and either they'd reject me, or start getting a little too weird about my parts down there, or even worse assume I'm some kind of "sissy", which I think is a really toxic way to think of yourself as a trans woman.

Now, I've done a lot of growing and changing, learning about myself and my relationship to my womanhood, but this part of me feels really wounded, and confused. I'm in an open relationship, I live with my partner from pre-transition but we're basically platonic at this point, and I have a relationship with a trans dude who lives one town away. It's all surprisingly relatively stable in a very queer sort of way. But I still feel like I have so much exploring to do, especially with men- but I have had no luck on the apps or in bars, and that drives me a little crazy.

It's frustrating. I'm like, a damn good sub, honestly, when I have real chemistry with someone, I think I can make someone with dominant tendencies very happy. But I think I'm sensitive and picky, I think I need a guy who's like, a respectful feminist in the streets, and maybe a little fucking problematic in the sheets. And that's just so hard to sniff out on like, "the apps", Tinder, Bumble, whatever. Probably doesn't help that I'm generally kind of shy and nervous around men.

So, I don't know. Prove me wrong about my pessimism, show me there's a guy like that out there, who can make me feel like a dirty slut but still respect me when it's over. And I hate that I feel the need to add this- I'm open to sending pics so you can know what I look like, but I definitely don't nudes on demand- Like I said, I'm sensitive and I'll be fast with the block button if I don't feel respected.

Some kinks that I adore: Breeding, sizekink, dubcom, freeuse, DD/lg, various (ahem) fluids, bimbo/IQ loss/hypno, power exchange, the list really goes on and on though, feel free to ask :3

Hello there my darling perverts. Today I bring to you one of my most taboo prompts, inspired by a short story I wrote some time ago.

The Main Idea.

My character, David, is a peculiar young man. He's a fairly successful college student, he has a girlfriend, but his deep, hazelnut eyes have a strange shifting quality to them. Coy and reserved, he's been hiding an embarassing secret. Yesterday, his mother found a backpack in his room, filled to the brim with lacy lingerie, hosiery, crop tops and high heels, lipstick and nail polish. She picked up the phone and asked her sister-in-law why her son would keep a fresh set of clothes for her girlfriend in his own bedroom, they're so revealing! Jessica is not that much of a slut! Aunt Rita licked her lips and told her not to worry. She understand exactly what's going on, and she isn't going to let the opportunity slip through her bejeweled hands.

So this is the basic premise! David's mom finds a secret stash of feminine clothing in his room, and without fully understanding what's going on tells David's aunt. Rita clearly understands that her nephew has a crossdressing fetish, and invites him over to her house while her husband's away to confront him.

The Starter.

*It's a warm spring day, and pale rays of golden light creep in through the dusty windows of my Aunt Rita's condo stairs.

That damn text message has been bouncing around in my head all day. What could she even want from me? She said she wanted to talk about something, but I definitely don't have the patience to listen to her usual ramblings.

Sadly, I don't have a schedule busy enough to justify bailing on this mysterious encounter, and thus here I am, on her doorstep, hesitating before I ring the doorbell.

I stand idly in front of her door, waiting for her response. My long locks of wavy dark hair fall limply on my shoulders, brushing against the soft fabric of one of my usual white silk shirts. I shift from one leg to the other, and my sleek black trousers rustle softly, the sounds gently echoing around the large stairwell. I fiddle with my soft, pale hands, and enjoy the feeling of my smooth skin: I had gotten particularly skilled at shaving lately, not that there was much to be shaven after all.

Finally, after a few seconds that felt like an eternity, my attention is piqued again, as the door slowly creaks open.*

The Details.

My kinks are: feminization, foot play, femdom, rough sex, BDSM elements, impact play, humiliation, gangbangs, group sex, outfit play, orientation play, latex, leashes and whips.

My limits are: chastity cages, toilet play, gore, vore and electrical stimulation.

I hope you lovely perverts enjoy this simple idea, and that we can build on it further together! I require literate partners, who will write at least a paragraph or two of grammatically correct and aesthetically pleasing literature. I have very relaxed requirements for activity, real life is busy and it takes the utmost priority! I can roleplay on kik, reddit and discord, depending on your preferences. If you're interested send me a reddit message, I can't wait to talk to you!