Domain of Dark Desires (looking for doms)

You're a shape shifting demon that has lived at an abandoned house for over a century. You were cursed by a wealthy witch you succeeded in robbing of her earthly riches. To punish you, she bound you to her stolen fortune for all eternity. Over the years, the house became run down around you, and thinking it empty, people slowly began to loot the immense riches there.

Fortunately for you, this mean that you had the means to travel where these objects were and to haunt and hunt the thieves for your own amusement. But you'd long since gotten bored of doing that. Mostly you'd just become apathetic. That is, until several months ago when a bunch of workers turned up to do repairs on the run down building. From snippets of their conversation, you learned that the decedent of the witch who cursed you was moving in with his sixteen year old daughter.

Today is the day they finally arrived, and upon looking through the window, the breath caught in your throat. The girl was the splitting image of the witch who cursed you. Same almost platinum blond hair, pale skin and striking blue eyes. Even the same petite hourglass form. She looked several years younger though, and far more innocent. Her mannerisms were entirely different. Grinning to yourself, you figure you can have your own form of revenge on the witch's sweet descendent.

Alice has been a long term patient at a high security psychiatric ward following her frequent psychosis' about wonderland. She's been in recovery for six months now, and is soon to be moved to a low security ward, where if she continues to be delusion free, will eventually be moved to an outhouse to be retrained for life in the outside world again.

YC, a psychiatrist, has just transferred to the hospital where you've been for a month or so, and have become completely obsessed with the unstable, yet extremely sweet and innocent sixteen year old girl. Today was the first day you got to speak to her in a one on one session, and after reading her files, you decide there's no-way you're letting her out of your care so soon. With a young girl as extremely disturbed as Alice, who would ever believe the 'tales' she could eventually tell about him?

You are my father's oldest friend and have known me since the day I was born. I was always an above average intelligent child with a bubbly personality, and a sweet trusting nature. That was up until my mother died when I was 11 years old making me extremely vulnerable. By the time I was 13 you found yourself completely obsessing over me. You had never married or had kids, despite desperately wanting both. But despite your good job, you simply never had the social skills, and so became fixated on me as a means of representing both.

My father, struggling to cope with my mother's death, turned to alcohol and became neglectful and abusive towards me. Having no-one left who really cared about me, I turned to you for comfort almost like a surrogate father. During those few years, I thrived at school, did well at sports and looked set to secure a scholarship at university in my coming years. All that changed, however, the night I turned 15 and realised when you tried it on, that you had been grooming me.

That night, feeling hurt and used I returned home to find my father in one of his drunken rages. After his aggression turned on me, he beat me violently before passing out. This being the final straw, prompted me to act on my last resort and I ran away, figuring life out there couldn't possibly get any worse for me. So I broke ties with everyone and everything and left with little more than the clothes I was wearing and a few others tucked into my backpack.

With no money and no ties to anyone else in the country, you knew I must have settled into some homeless community somewhere, and it's taken you just under a year to track me down. You've been stalking me for about a week, though you haven't approached me yet. I'm drinking heavily with the rest of the homeless community, which disappoints you as you've deluded yourself into thinking of me as your actual daughter. However, I drink mostly for warmth, and never let myself get senseless with it, knowing enough to keep my wits about me after fighting for survival on the street.

Tonight you know that the local authorities are planning to clear out the homeless from under the bridge where we've been sleeping. It's a cold night, and snow is starting to fall. I'm asleep in front of the fire in the arms of a man about four or five years older than me, who is clearly acting as my lookout.


Looking for a kind of daddy dom relationship here. I want it perhaps 70/30 story/smut based.

Kinks:
* My character is 18, but I want your character to force her into dressing and acting younger like his perfect version of the daughter she was before she ran away.
* Mind control/psychological break down
* Non-con
* Kidnap and imprisonment

You are my father's boss. My father has been working for you for years and is by far your most efficient employee. His one flaw, however, is that he has a major gambling problem which has landed him in a significant amount of debt.

My mother passed away when I was little, leaving my father to raise both me and my two older sisters, both of who have married and moved out. I'm by far my father's most treasured daughter who completely dotes on him. I'm a seventeen year old fairly successful model, and for years you've harboured a secret desire for me. One which has grown into an obsession in the past year.

Taking advantage of my dad’s situation, you've offered to pay some of his more urgent gambling debts in exchange for him installing secret cameras in my room and shower than can be linked to your computer only. Although my dad hated himself for doing it, he has no choice, knowing that if he can't pay the debts he could lose everything. Not to mention that the thugs could take his beautiful daughter as they've threatened to on numerous occasions.

One day, you're watching me in my room on camera when two thugs break in demanding payment of a debt. My father, of course, claims he has none with him, and instantly they break into my room to take me. Panicking, my father hands over the emergency cash to which they insist is not enough. He promises to get the rest within 24 hours but you already know he has no money. After more threats, they finally leave after reducing my father almost to breaking point as I try to comfort him, though i'm clearly just as scared.

Sitting back you smirk to yourself, seeing your one chance to get exactly what you want. For just over a year now, you've been trying to persuade my father for my hand in marriage, offering to pay off all of his debts in exchange. What, afterall, could be more perfect than a seventeen year upstart model to enhance your social status? Not to mention your growing, insatiable sexual appetite for me. My father, however, was horrified at the thought of his daughter married to a man several years older than himself and point blank refused. Now it seems he’ll have no choice.

I've met you a few times, but I don't really know you, or think of you as anything other than my father's boss.

My father calls me down about half hour later, and I walk into the room wearing a simple ribbed white jumper and a neat soft pink a-line skirt, nipping in at my waist and showing off the full extent of my perfect slender hourglass figure. My long blond hair falls in loose waves down my back, and my big blue eyes widen in anxiety when I see how ill my father looks. "What's going on?"


I'm looking for about 70/30 plot/sex here. My kinks are:

Non-con
Fear
Mind games
Daddy dom

You’re an ancient wealthy vampire at an underground strip club where the other underworlder’s of your kind go. This place is renowned for kidnapped and enslaved Fae girls. Your daughter was kidnapped many years ago, and you had been coming here regularly in the hope of finding her since. That was over a 100 years ago, and your hope had long since turned slim, if not, disappeared altogether. You suspected that she had been disposed of by the deplorable Helsing and his band of hunters. Nevertheless you had developed an appetite for the place, taking what you wanted from the girls, but were never cruel. In fact, you were kind to them in your own way to absolve your guilt about taking them in their hopeless situation, always loosely remembering that these were the kidnapped daughters of other fathers. In fact, many of them had come to view you as a father figure. You were one of the rare kindnesses they had known in the years since their enslavement, but that still held the firm hand needed for them to fear and respect you.

It’s that time of the month when they auction off particularly valuable slave-girls, who usually sold for sky-rocket prices. Freshly captured and untrained, affording the pleasure of taming them to their soon to be masters, and occasionally mistresses. You watched this part idly, always loosely entertaining the idea of owning your own slave. But the level of attachment you might develop for her scared you, thinking it would be a betrayal to your own daughter, all those misplaced mixed up feelings you’d experience for her.

The auction goes by rather quickly; an astronomical amount paid for the five proceeding girls. Finally the announcement goes out that they have captured the allusive Fae child of Helsing himself. A rumour that had circulated 17 years ago but was quickly squashed due to Helsing’s abhorrence to all things Fey. Out they dragged me, struggling in vein against the iron chains that burned my milky skin. Clearly I was part Faerie, but as was apparent from my shimmering skin, piercing blue eyes, wispy figure, and tresses of long silvery hair that floated around me independently; I was not just any Faerie. I was part Veela!

There was no denying I was Helsing’s daughter either, for I had been branded at birth by his mark on my ankle. I gasped, gritting my teeth in agony as the chains burned into my delicate flesh, leaving me no energy to turn on my charm appeal to try and rescue myself. I was dragged from the floor by my hair, pulled against the solid muscular body of one of the auctioneers. A hand at my throat to still me so that viewers could take in the slender curves on my delicately crafted body, all long limbed and sculpted; covered only by a icy blue silk dress, chosen to compliment my colouring and show off all my beautiful assets.

A deathly silence ripped through the room. Not so much as a breath had been heard since the announcement involving my identity. But now a quiver of excitement and longing rippled through the pure hatred induced at my heritage, aroused by the presence of an oh-so-rare Veela in their midst.

The auctioneer, getting carried away, moved his hand and ran it across my sensuous lips. Suddenly he cried out in pain as his blood spattered my mouth, retreating his bitten finger instantly. He back handed me to the floor, and instantly the crowed elapsed into mingled indignation, furry, and excitement at the treatment of the Veela, who were treated as goddesses by all lucky enough to come into contact with them. The crowed conflicted between hatred and uncontrollably desire, drawing closer to the fingers aching to rip me apart in one way or another. The electrical traps around the stage were set off designed for such occasions to keep the crowed back. Then, if only to shift the attentions of the crowed, my auction began.

It's medieval times and our family make their living by farming. Being restless and unable to stand the simple life, you stowed away on a merchants ship when you were thirteen years old and made your fortune elsewhere, exploiting the trade in under developed countries. That was almost twenty five years ago. Since your wife died you've decided to return and re-establish connections with you family, to help them and take control over them as you had always felt like the outsider.

When you get there, you become infatuated with your brother's youngest daughter who was only 13 at the time. But you can see the potential for how beautiful she would become one day. After a year, business calls you away for a four year contract, but before you go you educate my father and use your influence to set him up as the Mayor of the town, in exchange for my hand in marriage when you return.

From that moment on, you take control of every aspect of my life from abroad. My education, what I should be taught, even the clothing I am to wear through correspondence with the local seamstress. You come back for visits from your business trips at least twice a year to check my progress, and each time become more and more possessive. It's just six months before my eighteenth birthday, and the proposed wedding date.

In my distress at my situation, I tried to escape with a farm boy who had been my best friend growing up, only to be recognised and returned to my father after trying to board one of the merchant's ships. My best friend had been charged with 'kidnap' and held in the local prison when I had been placed under strict house arrest by my father while you are informed abroad.

Your father is my father's boss. He owns an art company for which my father's art has made millions. Your father literally plucked mine from destitution where he under sold his work for the price of his next meal. Your father came from a wealthy background and was just on the verge of starting a new company, which my dad's art became the making of.

They are both good friends, and as a result, we were always together as children, despite you being two years older than me. Due to your privileged lifestyle and your father's influence on my father's life, you've come to think of me as a possession. Something that would be yours one day. That was until we both started at the same high school and I became much more popular and influential than you. Your group of friends, who although feared because you come from the richest and most influential families, were never particularly liked.

On top of that, my art career is just starting to take off, and despite me being only 15, you've heard a rumour that I'm involved with an upstart college artist. What's more is that now that I have my own life and friends, I don't have much to do with you anymore because you were always a bully, making me feel inferior and reminding me how much my family owed to yours.

After all your whining and complaining to your father, he starts to suggest to my father that a union between our two families could result in a fully fledged partnership business wise, and it's arranged between them that we should be married in three years time when I come of age. However, I'm more than resistant to the idea, and avoid you as much as possible, both in school and out. You've just heard the roomers of my boyfriend though and are absolutely furious.

It's lunch time, and as usual I'm spending it in the school art studio working on my latest piece. It's a dark picture of a woman in chains holding a sword, faced with the decision of cutting her own leg off to ensure her freedom, or to perish in her prison. No doubt a metaphor for my frame of mind with the recent arrangement.

As you come in I quickly take my paint stained overalls off, and drape them over my painting to hide it, leaving me standing in simple denim daisy dukes and a white top, my perfect olive skin on show, along with my slender hourglass shape. I tuck my long sleek dark hair behind my ear, and quickly step away from the incriminating painting as though I was on my way out. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I smile with forced politeness.

Your parents adopted me when I was two years old, and so we’ve been raised together as siblings. You’re two years older than me, and fiercely protective, always sticking up for me when kids at school gave me a hard time about being adopted. Your father’s really rich, and now that you’re seventeen, has started showing you the ways of his businesses which you are to inherit one day.

You’ve notice that for the last year or two your father has slowly become more and more controlling of me. He won’t let me out after school, go to any social events or make any friends, whereas you’re free to do whatever you want. It makes you feel a little guilty and often causes you to skip some social outing to stay in with me so that I’d be less lonely.

It’s been no secret that your parents have been estranged for years, and that your father is simply too busy to divorce and remarry. So a few months ago your parents told us that when I turn 15, I would become the property of your father. We are both horrified at the situation, but there was nothing I could do, as the day after he pulled me out of school to make sure there was no chance for me to run or tell anybody, and you have too much to lose. It’s the eve of my fifteenth birthday, with just one hour to go before midnight. I’m sat in your room sobbing my heart out in your arms as I’m scared to death.



Looking for someone to play both parts. The father for the dom, obsessive and perverse part, and the son as a brother figure and comforter (no sexual relations between these two) just an internal struggle as he loves her and can’t protect her.

You're the leader of a cult in a small villiage who rules with an iron fist. Your people are completely in awe of you. So was I and my family until you started to develop a evident fascination with me since I was thirteen years old. In the months before my fifteenth birthday, you announced that it was time that you took a bride. When my family realised that it was me you were talking about, they began to panic. In secret you offered them money and a high rank in your hierarchal circle. When they still refused, you used the scare tactics from the cult and told them it would happen weather they agreed to it or not.

That very night, we managed to escape. You've spent the last three months tracking me down and you've finally found us. I turned fifteen just last week and am now the legal age to marry. To your dismay though, the night you set out to kidnap me with a few of your men, you see me through the window sitting down to dinner with my family and a boy my age who is clearly my boyfriend. You're furious, not only due to our escape and my now apparent boyfriend, but because our escape had shaken your all powerful image of an almost 'god-like' figure in the cult.

Armed with your men and a video camera, you plan to make my capture a bloody sadistic sport, ensuring that I can never escape from you again. Both from fear, and because there would not be a single person left that I could turn to for help outside of your devoted cult members. It would also ensure that no-one would ever question your leadership or authority again.

You're an ancient vampire/demon who has long been exiled from your clan, causing you to wonder the globe aimlessly. Humans have long since lost the ability to see the supernatural, which causes you to lead a pretty lonely existence. That was until ten years ago when you came across a young orphaned seer in the grounds of an orphanage where you had come to feed. She looked right at you shyly from where she sat alone, never really mixing with the other children. As the weeks passed, you became like the friend and father figure she needed in life in exchange for her company and letting you feed from her.

In the years that passed, you've grown to love her to the point of obsession, so her adoption two years ago ripped the whole ground from beneath you. She's no longer reliant on you, and goes out of her way to avoid you and your night time feeding which has caused you to retaliate in anger, frightening her further. Since knowing the structure of a loving family, she realises that there's something not right with you, and with the help of her somewhat sceptical adopted brother, has taken steps to secure the house against you.

Tonight is her fifteenth birthday, and now that she is old enough, you're no longer content with being just a friend and father figure to her, you want her for your very own, and plan to snatch her from the people who dared to take her away from you.

Basically I want to do a plot somewhere along the lines of Lilly Potter hiding a secret pregnancy at the time of her death, since she knew her son was being hunted. She revealed the pregnancy in her last letter to Sirius before she died. In that scene where Snape had broken into Grimmauld Place (in The Deathly Hallows) after Dumbledore died, he discovers that she was pregnant with a baby girl at the time of her murder. Rummaging through Sirius' possessions, Snape finds more letters about Lilly and James' secret daughter along with a diary revealing the part Sirius played in covering up her existence.

As the first person to arrive at the scene after Lilly and James' death, Sirius' diary reveals how he performed a quick procedure on Lilly to rescue the premature baby she carried in order to save it's life. He placed it temporarily on the door of some muggle hospital where a witch he knew worked undercover. He never got a chance to return to visit the child after his capture, though he wrote regularly to check on her progress from Azkaban. The undercover witch (via Sirius' instruction), arranged for her adoption to a loving muggle couple, and kept a close eye on the family under the guise of a family friend.

From the letters between Sirius and the witch, Snape deduces that the girl has illegally had her powers bound the night she was 'born' so that the magical trace placed on all infants under the age of seventeen would never be activated. Thus, after she turned seventeen, she would fall off the Wizarding radar completely. In turn, it would make it easier for her to fit in and hide in the muggle system safely.

Through the letters, Snape finds her address, school and place of work. Unable to resist the curiosity, he visits her and is instantly overcome with shock at her striking resemblance to Lilly at sixteen. Even down to her mannerisms with that strange mix of both innocence, sweetness and fierce independence. He's overwhelmed with a desire to possess her and keep her when he has the opportunity. Before she, like her mother, ever gets the chance to wriggle out of his grasp forever.



(Harry Potter is my absolute favourite series and I would love to do a plot heavy roleplay with other passionate fans)

It's medieval times and I'm the only child of a busy mayor. Your mother works as our house keeper, and even though you're two years older than me, we were always together as children. Since my father had a bit of a thing for your mother, and he felt guilty for leaving me alone so much, he allowed you privileges that no-one else of your status was allowed. Such as sharing my private education from my governess. But as the years passed, he becomes more and more wary of our growing closeness, especially as we entered an age close enough to be lovers.

One night, when you were fourteen years old, my father lures you to the docks on the pretence of teaching you the business. Once there, he sells you to pirates, and comes home with a tale of how you had been killed. Your mother and I were devastated.

It's been six years since that night, and having been completely broken by what happened to you (even several years later), my father took advantage and set up arrangements to introduce me to the prince. Rumours of my beauty have surfaced at every port you (as a now ruthless and notorious pirate leader), have been to in the last few months. So it shouldn't have really come as a shock to learn of my engagement to the Prince. Nevertheless, this news from the life you thought you well and truly left behind returns to shatter you.

Tonight is my eighteenth birthday and my father is hosting a masque ball in honour of both my birthday and my engagement. His mansion is elegantly decorated, and the Prince and I stand in the entrance hall greeting our guests. I'm wearing a spectacular white angel costume - a white silk figure hugging dress showing off my perfect slender curves, with a shimmering veil traipsing down the back to look like wings. To accompany it, I'm wearing white silk gloves up to my elbow, and even though I'm holding my mask in my hand, there is pretty painted glitter around my eyes in the form of a mask.

My hair, such a light blonde it is almost a silvery/platinum, is arranged in an elegant half up half down hair do, so that it drapes over my one shoulder. My big blue eyes, which were once alive with passion and mischief, are now bored and lifeless on what should have been one of the happiest days of my life.

Despite myself though, the slightest hint of a smile plays on my lips as I overhear one of the courtiers enviously say, "If that's her fancy dress costume, god only knows what her wedding dress will be like!"

I've been talking to your daughter online for years. We clicked because we're both shy and quiet. Your daughter doesn't get out much, doesn't have any friends and spends all of her time online. As a result she talks about me a lot. One day you come across my picture out of curiosity, and instantly feel a buzz of sexual possessiveness. I'm nothing like the typical teens covered in make up or posing in night clubs. I'm 15/16, wear very little make up apart from winged eyeliner, and have long natural silvery blond hair, fresh pale skin, and striking innocent blue eyes. I have the perfect slender hourglass figure, which I tend to dress down with jeans and long sleeved tops as I hate to draw attention to myself. My breast are the perfect size for my figure, falling somewhere between a b and a c cup.

You've lived alone with your daughter for years since her mother left, and the only sex you've had is casual encounters with women. While you would never dream of doing something sexual or to ever hurt your own daughter, the idea of a pseudo father daughter relationship with me where you have me under your control is infinitely appealing.

So you hatch a plan with your daughter, knowing how lonely she is, you convince her of how great it would be to have me come and live with you, and so you set up a fake profile online as her good-looking older brother (who is supposedly only a year or two older than us).

Being naive, I completely fall for you, and tell you about my unhappy life at home with an alcoholic physically abusive father and a mentally unstable mother. One night I come online crying to you both after a particularly bad beating, letting you know that I won't be able to talk to either of you anymore, because I'm planning to run away. Seeing your opportunity, you convince me to come visit for a while and buy me the tickets to do so. You live almost on the other side of the world, so you convince me not to say a word to my parents about where I'm going because they wouldn't let me come, and to bring my laptop with me (that way there would be no evidence when I'm reported missing).

Getting off at the airport, my heart pounds nervously to see the friend I have known so many years in the flesh. Her brother, I've been told is unfortunately at work that day, but I'd meet him that evening. So I was expecting to be picked up by her and her father. As I spot her in the crowed I run over to her to hug her, so excited to be seeing my best friend in person. Then oblivious to what you are planning, I look up at you and smile warmly. "Thank you so much for letting me visit, Mr...(?)"

You're my abusive father who takes the stress of your wife leaving out on me. You've never sexually assalted me, just physically, but one day you go too far and beat me so hard I get a brain injury. Mentally I revert back to a small child again, which you and my brother start to take advantage of.

(My character is 15 according to the site rules)

Kinks I want to include:

Non-con
Treating mc like a child, but turning innocent games into sexual exploits
Humiliation
Forced clothes wearing
Ideally want you to play both the father and older brother

You're a demon who kidnaps women to impregnate to create your own army. You do a lot of genetic experiments as well, such as kidnapping a female of one species, forcing them to breed with another, and keeping them drugged and fed on the blood of a completely seperate species while pregnant to create unique hybrids.

My mother was a beautiful Fae creature you bred with, while forcing her to survive off the blood of an angel. When I was born I was the most mesmerizing little creature known to man, and everyone, even the most hardened of creatures, even you fell in love with me. I was afforded privilages none of your other children were, such as officially becoming your daughter, while your other experiments were kept secret.

Even though it was made clear early on that I could never kill another living creature, I was useful in other ways. Helping you sway difficult business deal easily. When I was thirteen, you became extremely jealous of the attention I was receiving as you'd started to want me as your own. Even contracts offering you millions of dollers in research funding in exchange for me, made you furious. Eventually you announced publically, much to everyone's scandal and horror, including my own, that you were going to marry me.

Just days later, thanks to the help of your undercover 'army', my mother and I were able to escape. It's been two years (i've just turned fifteen), but you've finally managed to track me down.