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JimmyD
erotic kinkster
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2019
Hi there.
In this thread I am looking to play male, dominant characters only. I am not interesting in being submissive and I would much prefer to play vs women.
(I do not care what your RL gender is) so long as you write as a female.
I prefer PMs but I can manage threads. I'm not fond of Discord.
I tend to write medium to long posts of several paragraphs. My writing is good although my typing is awful. I try and make sure they are reasonably SPag error free but no guarantees. Similarly I will not be bothered by a few typos so long as I can understand what's going on.
Writing Samples (Note some of these are first person, and not particularly sexy, just to show my style. In RP i can do first or third.
Okay, I came here to explain what happened that night. The problem is, I think the truth might freak you out. But you deserve to know. I owe you that much. There's always a price.
So, the first thing you need to know is that I'm one of the Fey. You know, like a fairy, but not the gay kind. More like an Elf from Lord of the Rings, but without the pointy ears. Oh, and I'm pretty much the last one of my race, as far as I know. The other thing you need to know is that, from your perspective, I'm just over eleven thousand years old.
Freaked out yet?
You see, we were here long before you guys. We kept ourselves to ourselves; living with nature, laughing and loving. We just happen to live a lot longer and look one hell of a lot prettier. There were others back then, not so nice. Your ancestors called them the Fomorians, demons, monsters. We called them the Dorchada, the Dark Ones. All you need to know is that, whereas the Fey fed on love and friendship, the Dark Ones fed on fear and hate and violence. You'll be happy to know there are not many of those left either. One less, as of that night, thanks to you.
I know what you're thinking. And believe me; I can understand your scepticism. I'll tell you what, how about we pretend it's just make-believe; that I'm spinning you a tale? Maybe that will help.
Okay, so lay back and let me weave you a fairy's tale.
So, the first thing you need to know is that I'm one of the Fey. You know, like a fairy, but not the gay kind. More like an Elf from Lord of the Rings, but without the pointy ears. Oh, and I'm pretty much the last one of my race, as far as I know. The other thing you need to know is that, from your perspective, I'm just over eleven thousand years old.
Freaked out yet?
You see, we were here long before you guys. We kept ourselves to ourselves; living with nature, laughing and loving. We just happen to live a lot longer and look one hell of a lot prettier. There were others back then, not so nice. Your ancestors called them the Fomorians, demons, monsters. We called them the Dorchada, the Dark Ones. All you need to know is that, whereas the Fey fed on love and friendship, the Dark Ones fed on fear and hate and violence. You'll be happy to know there are not many of those left either. One less, as of that night, thanks to you.
I know what you're thinking. And believe me; I can understand your scepticism. I'll tell you what, how about we pretend it's just make-believe; that I'm spinning you a tale? Maybe that will help.
Okay, so lay back and let me weave you a fairy's tale.
Dr Nathaniel J Mason. PhD, BM, FFSRH, DFCASA, MIPM, PGDipPST.
Est 2010
Est 2010
The small brass plate on the wall was not designed to inspire or intimidate, but it often did. Nathan was well qualified and liked to reassure those that were coming to his practice to know that he had worked hard to get where he was now. It had worked. His practice was well sought after, often with long waiting times to even be considered for an appointment. His offices were tasteful but with a touch of ostentation that his successful, and quite profitable, practice could afford.
Nathan himself was well built. He had the luxury of not having to work a traditional nine to five. As such he had managed to maintain the physique he had acquired during his five years of military service back in his youth. He had come to education later than some in his field. Although he had been bright at school, very bright, and had achieved excellent grades, he had always felt a push towards action. In his youth he had interpreted this as a call to arms and had joined the Royal Marines. He had enjoyed the camaraderie, and had done well, but after a tour in the Middle East and seeing the trauma on both body and mind that combat could inflict on healthy young people his intelligence and compassion had made him realise he was not making the best use of his time.
He had saved most of his money, had had few friends outside the service and his only real hobby at the time, archery, was not expensive to indulge in. So when he found himself back on civvy street at the tender age of twenty four, feeling like he had wasted his opportunity to make the most of the education system, he took a risky gamble and enrolled on a college course in psychology. he worked part time jobs, sometimes two or three at the same time, to fund his way through education. It had taken seven long years of dedicated study to get his PhD. Another five to get his own practice. But since then he had thrived and was rising to the top of his field.
One of the perks of being successful was the freedom to indulge. He had taken up archery again, and was scoring highly in tournaments. He had a lovely home out of town, as well as his more modest townhouse close to his office. He had a few friends, though most of them felt he could be a little solitary and seemed to not carve the sort of regular social interactions many craved. If he had had any serious relationships he had kept them very quiet. The rumour mill occasionally speculated he might be gay, but that was very far from the truth.
The truth was, that Nathan knew he was a dangerous man. he had felt it in school, he had felt it on the assault course, he had felt it in the desert sands of Iraq. There was something.... not evil, no not evil, but something dark, predatory. he knew it, and his pull to psychology was probably, in retrospect, ain internal manifestation of his own need to understand himself. He could name his desire, he could define it.
He was a dominant. It was a dark hunger that hounded him. He wanted to see women debased, on their knees, his cock in their mouth, He wanted to fuck them, hard, in every hole. He wanted to hear them call him master, to keep them bound and squirming, begging, as he brought them to climax again and again.
As a mature man, he knew this was not so terribly unusual. BDSM was a niche, but growing kink area. It was less taboo than it once wa thanks to certain notorious novels and movies. But that was not the issue Nathan had, or the reason why he tries to shun female relationships.
In his fantasies, the girls were often either unwilling or unwitting. In his dreams he would corrupt, seduce, coerce. There was nothing romantic about these fantasies, they were selfish, manipulative needs to control and assert his superiority over a woman.
And he hated himself for it; better to live apart and protect women from his desires.
But the problem with deep, innate desires was that would not just go away, and denial may only magnify the needs rather than suppress. And his work put so many women in his path, so many vulnerable women with a need to be helped. It had started off with small things, helping women to gain confidence through dress choices. He had manipulated one girl into being a more confident, successful woman by implanting in her an association with stockings and garters under her work clothes as a 'delicious secret' that empowered her to be confidence. and of course, she had to prove each visit she was taking his advice. He had made her dependant on his therapy, and eventually he had got her into his bed. He was not proud. but it had been sweet. He had made this happen, and she had felt like it was her own choices. The thrill had been... exquisite. But she had not shared a love of bondage, and so he had let that end. But it had begin a pattern that could not be broken. a number of 'experiments' that ended up with him with a willing girl to fuck. But each one lacked in some way, or he grew so repulsed with himself that he broke it off before he did something really dark.
And then, one day, a file appeared on his desk.
She was... stunning. Normally he barely glanced at referrals, but his PA, Claire, knew that pretty girls with relationship issues were one of his specialities. Clare saw him as a guardian angel, saving these girls from danger. She was so naive! But she tended to put the cases she knew he would work hard on to the top of the pile.
As he read, he felt the 'pull' and he twisted his head to one side as if to shake off the urge, but it was strong. It had been a while and she was so.... beautiful. The file offered hints, suggestions... she might be just what he needed. Maybe she might even be 'the one'. The one who could save him the one who might be able to take all he could throw at her and still come back for more.
The appointment was made, and now he waited for her. Sat in his chair. NO desk between them, no false barriers. He was dressed in sharo grey suit, waistcoat. His jacket hung over the back of his chair. No tie, he did not want to come across as making a point of being educated or superior. First meetings were all about establishing trust. She knew his physique could be intimidating. He was a large man, and army service and two gyms sessions a day had kept him toned and strong. But he wanted to appear calm, open, ready to listen.
He reached back to his desk com and called Clare.
"Send her in please."
As the door opened, he took her all in. The pant suit, that choice alone told him a lot. She wanted a professional discussion, but he could tell from her expression she was not sure it was the right choice. Uncertain of herself, of anything. It was as her file had suggested, a lost soul.
He rose politely, trying not to tower over her too much, and proffered her the seat next to his, not too close, but not too far away. A low Georgian coffee table adjacent with water and tumblers, a box of tissues and a tray of biscuits.
"Miss Watson?" He smiled. "I'm Nathan, sit down, let's chat."
He waited for her to get comfortable, not rushing her as she settled.
"It's very good to meet you. Please, no titles in here. I'm Nathan, may I call you Emily? Now... why don't you tell me what has brought you here today."
He sat back in his chair, hands on his lap, casual relaxed. ready to wait for al song as she needed to find the words to explain why she was here.
Brief ons/offs
| Loves (note Green is an essential part of any rp I do) | Can also include (but not at all essential) | No thanks |
|---|---|---|
| stockings and garters, corsets, heels. | Age gaps | Pregnancy/breeding/lactation |
| bondage from light to heavy to full immobilisation | body writing | toilet stuff |
| leather, latex | heavy pain beyond caning/straps. bloodplay | |
| uniforms (school, nurse, maid etc) | Maybe, but not my fave | anthros and futa - just not my thing |
| noncon/dubcon | Harems | |
| corruption, coercion, psychological manipulation, tricks | facefucking | |
| blackmail and forced scenarios | piercings | |
| blowjobs | breathplay/asphyxiation play | |
| forced orgasms/orgasm control | tickling | |
| body modification | ||
| hypnosis/mind control |
Literate, character driven balanced story/smut with good characterisation where my dominant male gains power over a female, Preferably through a slow and careful series of events that trap you and trick you into darker and darker situations, but could be through some other, more direct means.
A Few Notes:
I'd prefer a female character who has some presence about her. It's easy to break a weak minded girl. I want to work with a writer who is willing to invest her character with some wits, will and fight so she's not broken after the first forced orgasm.
I am also not looking for blindly submissive girls right from the off. I enjoy the struggle. Also, and with the greatest of respect, there are some folks put there who want to play the 'make
me pregnant' use me as a cum dump, etc. I totally respect we are all here for different things and I'm not going to start kink shaming folks. I'm just as fucked up in my own way. But that's not the sort of game I want to play. Yes of course I want YC bound and fucked, and cumming hard, but I want it in spite of herself, not because that is who she is. Once a girl is a willing, "fuck me daddy, use me as your filthy cumslut stage", I rapidly lose interest.
This is why I enjoy the dubcon/noncon side of things. It's so sweet if you cum hard even though you hate MC, or you fought it with every fibre. It's just so delicious. Also making a feminist who is so anti male domination gradually come to understand the why of it, and be shocked to find it triggers something in her she never knew was there... mwah, perfection.
The situations and lead up we can discuss but some basic ideas to play with as possibilities:
| On the couch You would play a woman struggling with sexual fulfilment. Maybe your husband has never made you cum, or maybe, for some reason, it just never works for you. But you have these dark fantasies you are struggling with, images of being bound, taken, used. In a bid to purge yourself and to try and be content with your life, you seek out the aid of a psychologist who, by all accounts is an expert in such things. But what happens when a man in a position of power, seeing an object of desire, decides to use his skills to manipulate you into trying something you have never dared, and you fell deeper and deeper into a web of corruption. | 
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| Valentine Gift You want to surprise your husband with a sexy valentine shoot. You have been recommended to Dark Horizons, a photo shoot company that specialises in fine art photographs. But the photographer, entranced by your looks, decides to see how far you will go to make sexy images for your husband. Little do you know he will use his influence to try and bind you and bring you to orgasm, all on film so you will have no choice but to return to him again and again. | 
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| The Ingenue (Shamelessly stolen) You are an up and coming girl, maybe its youtube, maybe it's the local circuit. But you are garnering some attention. But one song in particular has caught the attention of MC. It would seem to suggest you might have a kinky side. Perhaps it's a complete misinterpretation of the lyrics, maybe its what you were going for, or maybe you are shamelessly using the modern penchent for a little kinkm even though it's not really your thing at all. But what happens when MC, an unscrupulous promoter and agent seems to offer you a way to make it into the big time. Of course there might be some conditions, after all, kink sells... | 
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| The Bitter Divorcee Let me introduce David Scarrow. He's a writer; mainly historical fiction, Roman empire, Wars of the roses. He is VERY British, but has moved... wherever we set the story due to a messy and ugly divorce. He's not poor, but he is living poorly. His wife cheated on him multiple times. but still he is paying her support back in England and providing for their two kids which the courts gave her custody over despite her infidelity. There are burnings seeds of hatred in him, self-loathing in particular as he feels this is all his fault. Why? because he knows in his heart he is not a good man. He can get angry, he likes a little whiskey now and again, and that can bring out his darkness. You see... deep down, he wants to make women kneel, he wants to fuck them hard and rough, he wants them to suck on his dick like it's the most delicious treat. More... he wants to see them in stockings, garters, leather mini skirts, low cut tops... whores... Or dressed as slutty schoolgirls, that age when they are so ripe, but just a bit too young to be considered decent. And when it gets really bad, he wants to tie them up.. spank their arses till they are red.. then fuck them without any thought for their pleasure. leave them gasping, panting, covered in cum. He hates himself... When his wife started to see that side of him, Emily shrank from him, and turned to other, gentler men. He cannot blame her while still hating the bitch for not wanting to meet him halfway. he has never, ever allowed that side of him to actually do any of those things. But they lie inside him, hungry, gnawing at him. Sometimes he considers hiring a prostitute. But he can never bring himself to do it. He feels it's wrong on so many levels and, deep down, he still feels married. When he took his vows, he meant them. He'll never marry again and likely never even try and form a new romantic attachment. He sees the future as a bleak, desolate landscape. So know he has vowed to live alone, to punish himself forever, to set himself apart. he has not written anything decent in over a year, the publishers are losing patience and interest. And then he meets YC. You're attracted to him on a primal lever. Are you going to try and save him, and in doing so lose yourself in his dark desires? are you as much of a self loathing creature as him? craving that punishment? or something else? Themes: reluctant affair, angry sex, regret, rough sex, light to medium bondage, name calling, alcoholism, clothed sex. | 
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| Other ideas... | |
| Slave of the Spiders Bit of an out there idea. But I kind of like the idea of spiders capturing and binding a [pretty girl. The main theme initially for me here is the gradual capture, this sill not be quick. She will have chances to evade, escape the sticky stands thrown at her, but gradually she will get snagged, arms trapped, then legs, then practically mummified to be dragged away. Theer to face the Spider demons who will fuck her over and over, feeding off her orgasms, keeping her alive... I might be open to oviposition, though it's not usually my thing, but maybe for this one.. | 
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| The tall, dark and handsome | The Silver fox | The beast | The Brat |
|---|---|---|---|
| Your classic handsome hunk. Think Henry Cavill, Stephen Amell, or a host of others. Not an ounce of fat, well built, strong, rugged, and good looking. | With age comes experience. Good looking but approaching his fifties or maybe even older. But he still knows what he likes and he's in decent shape for his age. | The sort you would not normally see as attractive. Ugly, short, fat, maybe lacking in personal hygiene, some or all of the above or maybe just not that great looking. The emphasis here would be on noncon and how to make that just a bit more humiliating. | On the younger side, maybe too young for YC to even remotely consider part of your dating pool. Nerdy, possibly thin or bespectacled. The idea here is a focus on having to submit to someone younger, and definately not someone you would willingly submit too. |
And lastly some images of the sorts of girls I enjoy.
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