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Hello! Thanks for clicking. We're already off to a terrific start.

I have an idea that's been on my mind a lot, causing a lot of hot, fevered thoughts. So, here's the idea--if the following spoilered section turns you on, we'll probably get along, and you should message me with whatever ideas you have. If it doesn't, then I wish you the best in everything you do (I do that regardless, actually).

Just to let you know, all of my ideas and anything I play will include characters who are eighteen or older. That includes this one below.



Beautiful, young Miranda was at her locker, grabbing her books. Her luscious brown hair fell down all the way to her ass in shiny waves. In her tiny blue skirt and white blouse, she was the picture of a sexy school girl.

Adriana and James approached, Adriana sneering at passers-by with all the arrogance she knew she deserved. When they saw Miranda, Adriana tugged on James's arm, whispering in his ear, “Please,” she moaned. “I want to see her hurt. Please?”

There was no reason for the desire. No rational explanation. Miranda was perfectly beautiful, more than worthy of being raped and broken into submission by Master's cock, just as Adriana was. But all the same...Adriana loved her spot as her lover's favored slave, and loved to be able to exercise what influence she had on her mammoth lover's actions. He had freed her sadistic side...and actively encouraged it.

James was tall—a mountain of muscle. Even in her tall, sexy six-inch heeled boots, Adriana only came up to his shoulder. His cock was proportionately huge, and easily visible in his tight black denim pants.

Adriana looked fantastic, as usual, and she looked like she loved it—which she did. Her small but evident baby bulge was clearly outlined by her tight, hot black dress—the baby bulge that her Master had given her just a few days ago. She was already SO fucking pregnant, thanks to his cum. He probably had given her a litter; he was such a fucking stud. They would all serve him, once they got old enough.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Miranda said with a grin, turning toward the two. “I heard you got up to some naughtiness in the hallway this morning. That true?”

James slapped her. He enjoyed watching the sudden change of her expression—from confidence to outrage in less than a second.

“Wh-what the fuck?”

James slapped her again, harder this time. Tears sprouted from her eyes. Adriana felt her cunt go from moist to sopping wet in record time. She purred audibly, green eyes lighting up, leaning into her lover's enormous frame.

“H-hey,” Miranda held up a hand. “I don't know what you think--”

James slapped her again, harder still. She fell to one knee, dropping her book bags. Adriana was breathing hard, her hot, ample breasts crushing against her lover's arm. A soft, hot moan exited from her throat.

“I-I'm sorry!” Miranda cried. “I do-don't know wh-what I did, but I'm s-sorry, please-ple-!”

Again, he hit her, knocking her all the way to the floor. This time it was on the other cheek—now both were red and swelling fast, marring her beauty for the first time in maybe her entire eighteen years.

“Please...please...”

“You should thank him,” Adriana cooed, drawing her hand to her lover's perfect cock, stroking it through his pants. “You should thank your God for showing you this much attention.”

Miranda's eyes were wide with terror, desperate to please these two, to say anything. “You're right! You're so right. Yes. Thank you! Th-thank you, Sir!”

James slapped her again. This time her head knocked hard against the locker. She was nearly unconscious now. Adriana bit her lover's thick shoulder hard, pulling out his big, fat cock. She couldn't even hold it all the way around in one petite hand, even as it was soft.

He could do anything right now, and Adriana would love it. He could rape the mouth or the cunt of the gorgeous Miranda...he could beat her to death with his cock, or order Adriana to choke her out while he fucked his prime slave from behind.

They were rulers. Morality wrote itself around them. They could do anything they wanted.



Still with me? Hooray!

If you're interested, here's a thread with much more detail about what I enjoy.

A few notes:

- I usually only roleplay from the third-person of my character's perspective--though I love doing multiples and will be happy to do that for you (your love of this would be much appreciated as well!). I was a bit third-person omniscient in the above because the circumstances sort of required it.

- The thread title says "supermodel." That wording is specific. No actresses, no musicians, no porn stars, and really not even glamour models. If you ask me, "Oh, I found that hot, but the supermodel thing is not my idea of a good time..." then expect no reply.

- Some models I enjoy: Adriana Lima; Izabel Goulart; Gisele Bundchen; Alessandra Ambrosio Doutzen Kroes; Cameron Russell; Lais Ribeiro; Edita Vilkeviciute; and probably some others who I envision for much darker (i.e. violent) purposes.

- I don't really want to play out the scene I wrote above--it's already written, after all. I wrote it in about ten minutes, so it's not my best quality, but I think it's rather indicative of what I like. I don't think I want to play this particular school-type universe, even--but the kind of power expressed by the characters here is the sort of thing that turns me on instantly. SO! That being said, send me your ideas to start, please! I would love to know what's on your mind. I would love to brainstorm with you. But I've already given you kind of a lot, so I need to know what you have on your head so I know how to play with you, okay?

- I really love two other things: full-immersion roleplay, and really truly being turned on by all of this (supermodel play included) like I am. If you come to me, in character, and act already with the attitude of the male protagonist below, knowing exactly the kind of worship you deserve from your supermodel goddess, we'll probably be doing wonderfully. I chose the names there purposefully--and if you feel like you get why I chose those names and models, how their looks perfectly suit their roles, then oh my god, please please message me.

That's all!
 
Bump. Not many nibbles yet...yours for the taking, gentlemen.
 
One more. I'm increasingly hot and bothered by the thought of gorgeous, vicious servants dressed in militaristic skintight uniforms.
 
Looking for new ideas to occupy my mind. Send me anything and everything that has done relationship to the above!
 
WOw, super turned on by your post..you play on YIM?

I am dblitz_cannon there..


purrfection said:
Hello! Thanks for clicking. We're already off to a terrific start.

I have an idea that's been on my mind a lot, causing a lot of hot, fevered thoughts. So, here's the idea--if the following spoilered section turns you on, we'll probably get along, and you should message me with whatever ideas you have. If it doesn't, then I wish you the best in everything you do (I do that regardless, actually).

Just to let you know, all of my ideas and anything I play will include characters who are eighteen or older. That includes this one below.



Beautiful, young Miranda was at her locker, grabbing her books. Her luscious brown hair fell down all the way to her ass in shiny waves. In her tiny blue skirt and white blouse, she was the picture of a sexy school girl.

Adriana and James approached, Adriana sneering at passers-by with all the arrogance she knew she deserved. When they saw Miranda, Adriana tugged on James's arm, whispering in his ear, “Please,” she moaned. “I want to see her hurt. Please?”

There was no reason for the desire. No rational explanation. Miranda was perfectly beautiful, more than worthy of being raped and broken into submission by Master's cock, just as Adriana was. But all the same...Adriana loved her spot as her lover's favored slave, and loved to be able to exercise what influence she had on her mammoth lover's actions. He had freed her sadistic side...and actively encouraged it.

James was tall—a mountain of muscle. Even in her tall, sexy six-inch heeled boots, Adriana only came up to his shoulder. His cock was proportionately huge, and easily visible in his tight black denim pants.

Adriana looked fantastic, as usual, and she looked like she loved it—which she did. Her small but evident baby bulge was clearly outlined by her tight, hot black dress—the baby bulge that her Master had given her just a few days ago. She was already SO fucking pregnant, thanks to his cum. He probably had given her a litter; he was such a fucking stud. They would all serve him, once they got old enough.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Miranda said with a grin, turning toward the two. “I heard you got up to some naughtiness in the hallway this morning. That true?”

James slapped her. He enjoyed watching the sudden change of her expression—from confidence to outrage in less than a second.

“Wh-what the fuck?”

James slapped her again, harder this time. Tears sprouted from her eyes. Adriana felt her cunt go from moist to sopping wet in record time. She purred audibly, green eyes lighting up, leaning into her lover's enormous frame.

“H-hey,” Miranda held up a hand. “I don't know what you think--”

James slapped her again, harder still. She fell to one knee, dropping her book bags. Adriana was breathing hard, her hot, ample breasts crushing against her lover's arm. A soft, hot moan exited from her throat.

“I-I'm sorry!” Miranda cried. “I do-don't know wh-what I did, but I'm s-sorry, please-ple-!”

Again, he hit her, knocking her all the way to the floor. This time it was on the other cheek—now both were red and swelling fast, marring her beauty for the first time in maybe her entire eighteen years.

“Please...please...”

“You should thank him,” Adriana cooed, drawing her hand to her lover's perfect cock, stroking it through his pants. “You should thank your God for showing you this much attention.”

Miranda's eyes were wide with terror, desperate to please these two, to say anything. “You're right! You're so right. Yes. Thank you! Th-thank you, Sir!”

James slapped her again. This time her head knocked hard against the locker. She was nearly unconscious now. Adriana bit her lover's thick shoulder hard, pulling out his big, fat cock. She couldn't even hold it all the way around in one petite hand, even as it was soft.

He could do anything right now, and Adriana would love it. He could rape the mouth or the cunt of the gorgeous Miranda...he could beat her to death with his cock, or order Adriana to choke her out while he fucked his prime slave from behind.

They were rulers. Morality wrote itself around them. They could do anything they wanted.



Still with me? Hooray!

If you're interested, here's a thread with much more detail about what I enjoy.

A few notes:

- I usually only roleplay from the third-person of my character's perspective--though I love doing multiples and will be happy to do that for you (your love of this would be much appreciated as well!). I was a bit third-person omniscient in the above because the circumstances sort of required it.

- The thread title says "supermodel." That wording is specific. No actresses, no musicians, no porn stars, and really not even glamour models. If you ask me, "Oh, I found that hot, but the supermodel thing is not my idea of a good time..." then expect no reply.

- Some models I enjoy: Adriana Lima; Izabel Goulart; Gisele Bundchen; Alessandra Ambrosio Doutzen Kroes; Cameron Russell; Lais Ribeiro; Edita Vilkeviciute; and probably some others who I envision for much darker (i.e. violent) purposes.

- I don't really want to play out the scene I wrote above--it's already written, after all. I wrote it in about ten minutes, so it's not my best quality, but I think it's rather indicative of what I like. I don't think I want to play this particular school-type universe, even--but the kind of power expressed by the characters here is the sort of thing that turns me on instantly. SO! That being said, send me your ideas to start, please! I would love to know what's on your mind. I would love to brainstorm with you. But I've already given you kind of a lot, so I need to know what you have on your head so I know how to play with you, okay?

- I really love two other things: full-immersion roleplay, and really truly being turned on by all of this (supermodel play included) like I am. If you come to me, in character, and act already with the attitude of the male protagonist below, knowing exactly the kind of worship you deserve from your supermodel goddess, we'll probably be doing wonderfully. I chose the names there purposefully--and if you feel like you get why I chose those names and models, how their looks perfectly suit their roles, then oh my god, please please message me.

That's all!
 
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