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RedRoomDiaries
A Dark Mind
- Joined
- Aug 8, 2019
- Location
- Midwestern U.S.
Tl;dr - Looking for a rough, non-con/kidnapping/slavery roleplay.
Hi there, I'm Red! Not much else to say about myself to be honest. I've been absent these past few months, so if I've left you hanging, I'm sorry! Feel free to shoot me a message if you're still interested, and we can see if we can work something out.
What I'm Looking For:
I've never been a fan of stories that establish two sentences of context then begin a thirty chapter orgy of ceaseless sweaty passion. It never feels natural, you know, doesn't feel built up to or earned. I'm in the market for something a teensy bit more """"S T O R Y"""" focused.
Let's not kid ourselves though, this is an erotic prompt on an erotic forum. There's going to be plenty of smut. What I'd ideally like is a good balance, 25-50% Grade A NSFW Naughty Funtimes, and the rest being dedicated to those little things like character development, world building, and even something of a plot.
I like to be a somewhat lengthy kinda guy. Ideally, I'd like to write and read responses that are 3-7 sentences in length.
If you want something of a story that leads to sex rather than the other way around, I'm your guy.
Kinks and Limits:
By Internet standards, I'm actually pretty tame. Kinda. Maybe. Who knows?
Kinks:
-Non-Con
-Kidnapping
-Slavery
-Light to Medium punishment (So, spanking, A-OK, Capital Murder, No Thanks)
-Forced
-Bondage (Any and all varieties)
-Collars, Cuffs, leather, uniforms, etc. (Any and all)
-Mind Break (Little more iffy on this one, always love to try though.)
-BDSM
Limits
-Dd/lg
-Beastiality
-Vore/Gore
-Death (At least in a sexual context.)
-Incest
-Overwhelming amounts of Latex
-Scat
-Watersports
Everything else I'm either open to, but not necessarily turned on by, have never heard of, forgot about, or need more exact information to make a judgement.
Prompts:
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But that's all she wrote! If you're interested, send me a PM and we can talk character, story, kinks, etc.
Hi there, I'm Red! Not much else to say about myself to be honest. I've been absent these past few months, so if I've left you hanging, I'm sorry! Feel free to shoot me a message if you're still interested, and we can see if we can work something out.
What I'm Looking For:
I've never been a fan of stories that establish two sentences of context then begin a thirty chapter orgy of ceaseless sweaty passion. It never feels natural, you know, doesn't feel built up to or earned. I'm in the market for something a teensy bit more """"S T O R Y"""" focused.
Let's not kid ourselves though, this is an erotic prompt on an erotic forum. There's going to be plenty of smut. What I'd ideally like is a good balance, 25-50% Grade A NSFW Naughty Funtimes, and the rest being dedicated to those little things like character development, world building, and even something of a plot.
I like to be a somewhat lengthy kinda guy. Ideally, I'd like to write and read responses that are 3-7 sentences in length.
If you want something of a story that leads to sex rather than the other way around, I'm your guy.
Kinks and Limits:
By Internet standards, I'm actually pretty tame. Kinda. Maybe. Who knows?
Kinks:
-Non-Con
-Kidnapping
-Slavery
-Light to Medium punishment (So, spanking, A-OK, Capital Murder, No Thanks)
-Forced
-Bondage (Any and all varieties)
-Collars, Cuffs, leather, uniforms, etc. (Any and all)
-Mind Break (Little more iffy on this one, always love to try though.)
-BDSM
Limits
-Dd/lg
-Beastiality
-Vore/Gore
-Death (At least in a sexual context.)
-Incest
-Overwhelming amounts of Latex
-Scat
-Watersports
Everything else I'm either open to, but not necessarily turned on by, have never heard of, forgot about, or need more exact information to make a judgement.
Prompts:
Every gang member dreams of working their way to the top. No one ever tells you just how boring it is once you get there. I'd seen it all, the tops of the highest high rises, the darkest corners of the criminal underworld. I'd been a negotiator, an interrogator, a businessman, a hit man, slowly working my way up the ranks of the American Mafia. Now, I was at the top. My enemies were long buried. My power was secure. My place as the king of the underground unchallenged. And I was bored out of my mind with it. Money, girls, booze, all of it was just a snap of the fingers away, and yet none of it satisfied me.
There was no effort in it, no struggle to endure, no triumph to savor. I was bored. Simple as that. I longed for the days of being a grunt in the field. Solving my own problems with a silvered tongue and a knife in the back.
What I needed, I decided, was a project. A girl, more specifically. But not the whores my men were so fond of, I wanted one for myself. Someone I could get my hands dirty with. Capture them myself, train them myself, and enjoy a perfectly conditioned slave, all for myself.
Just so happens the girl I finally settled on was you.
There was no effort in it, no struggle to endure, no triumph to savor. I was bored. Simple as that. I longed for the days of being a grunt in the field. Solving my own problems with a silvered tongue and a knife in the back.
What I needed, I decided, was a project. A girl, more specifically. But not the whores my men were so fond of, I wanted one for myself. Someone I could get my hands dirty with. Capture them myself, train them myself, and enjoy a perfectly conditioned slave, all for myself.
Just so happens the girl I finally settled on was you.
When you're dealing with smugglers, it's expected they'll skim a little off the top. Lucas was no different. Sometimes it was a kilo or two of whatever the cartel paid him to run over border --- always good for a nice bit of change during the slow season. Sometimes it was an extra tax he'd levy out of whatever poor refugees came to him in search of a better life. But, today his cravings were different. The law was onto him. As he continued his illicit deliveries, patrols seemed to get that much closer to catching him in the act. He figured he could run one final shipment before turning in for the season to let the heat off a bit.
He chose the contract carefully. Human cargo. A typical, but risky, run. And the sort where being one head lesser on arrival would barely raise an eyebrow. After all, taking a bit off the top was just part of business.
That's my prompt for today! I'll be playing Lucas, a heartless little weasel looking for a toy to keep him occupied during his next vacation. I'm looking for someone to play whatever poor victim has the unfortunate luck to catch his eye. Who is that, exactly? That's up to you! Maybe she's some poor refugee, having no choice but to trust the shady man offering safe passage to a better life. Maybe she's the spoiled daughter of some oligarch, wanting an international vacation, but lacking the ability to get a passport. Perhaps she's already been enslaved, and her master needs her transported for whatever reason. Or something else entirely!
I wrote this prompt with a modern setting in mind, but I'd absolutely be open to swapping it with something fantasy, historical, or even sci-fi. I'd additionally love to really hammer out ideas before starting.
He chose the contract carefully. Human cargo. A typical, but risky, run. And the sort where being one head lesser on arrival would barely raise an eyebrow. After all, taking a bit off the top was just part of business.
That's my prompt for today! I'll be playing Lucas, a heartless little weasel looking for a toy to keep him occupied during his next vacation. I'm looking for someone to play whatever poor victim has the unfortunate luck to catch his eye. Who is that, exactly? That's up to you! Maybe she's some poor refugee, having no choice but to trust the shady man offering safe passage to a better life. Maybe she's the spoiled daughter of some oligarch, wanting an international vacation, but lacking the ability to get a passport. Perhaps she's already been enslaved, and her master needs her transported for whatever reason. Or something else entirely!
I wrote this prompt with a modern setting in mind, but I'd absolutely be open to swapping it with something fantasy, historical, or even sci-fi. I'd additionally love to really hammer out ideas before starting.
The girl stared at me, tears in her eyes, pleading as best she could with her gag jammed between her teeth. This was supposed to be simple. Enter, grab whatever valuables I could find, leave. I didn't sign up for finding the missing woman that had plastered every headline for the last week.
Fucking hell, this was messy. I considered my options.
I couldn't leave her here, that was for certain.
I couldn't call the police either. Police ask questions. Umcomfortable questions. Like why you were rifling through a stranger's closet, and for you to share the serial number on your newly acquired flat screen.
That left taking her for myself. I'd always wanted a slave, after all, and it's not like anyone could trace this back to me. Besides, it wasn't like her current captor was doing a good job of caring for her. She didn't look like she'd been washed since she was captured. I seriously doubted she was on a proper diet and fitness plan to maintain her gorgeous figure. And was that a cleave gag he was using? What was this, Scooby Doo?
I knew what she needed. She needed me. A firm hand controlling her every action and thought. A cold steel cage for her to spend her down time in, cramped and alone. A regimented life purpose built to break her down, mind, body, and soul. And a thick collar to make sure she remembered what she was her every walking moment.
"Shh," I spoke softly, my hand gently caressing her tear stained cheek, "It'll all be okay."
"You'll be safe with me."
Fucking hell, this was messy. I considered my options.
I couldn't leave her here, that was for certain.
I couldn't call the police either. Police ask questions. Umcomfortable questions. Like why you were rifling through a stranger's closet, and for you to share the serial number on your newly acquired flat screen.
That left taking her for myself. I'd always wanted a slave, after all, and it's not like anyone could trace this back to me. Besides, it wasn't like her current captor was doing a good job of caring for her. She didn't look like she'd been washed since she was captured. I seriously doubted she was on a proper diet and fitness plan to maintain her gorgeous figure. And was that a cleave gag he was using? What was this, Scooby Doo?
I knew what she needed. She needed me. A firm hand controlling her every action and thought. A cold steel cage for her to spend her down time in, cramped and alone. A regimented life purpose built to break her down, mind, body, and soul. And a thick collar to make sure she remembered what she was her every walking moment.
"Shh," I spoke softly, my hand gently caressing her tear stained cheek, "It'll all be okay."
"You'll be safe with me."
"Perfection is never achieved with shortcuts, pet. Remember that in the weeks to come."
The girl before him looked terrified and confused. Her hands were locked in thick mittens, the cuffs circling her wrists connected with a small length of chain. Likewise, her legs were similarly bound, her calves strapped to her knees by an assortment of belts. The strict bondage humiliatingly forced her to sit on all fours. Her mouth had been pryed open by a large ring gag, thin lines of drool already beginning to run down her chin. Finally, a thick leather collar circled her neck, a heart shaped tag attached to the front ring simply reading "Lot 237." Aside from that, she was completely naked.
Her trainer, as he had introduced himself, was a no nonsense man. He wielded a riding crop like he was born with it. He couldn't recall where this one was from. The local college? A few towns down? Halfway across the world? He'd have to check her file once introductions were dealt with.
"A puppy requires routine. Structure. Discipline. You will wake up at the same time every day. Be fed. And go through every meticulous step of your training minute by minute."
The crop rested under her chin, forcing her gaze upwards towards the towering figure of the man.
"Keep the schedule, and you'll be rewarded. Mess up my timetable and you'll regret it for weeks to come. Got it? Good. Now heel, puppy. We've got work to do."
The girl before him looked terrified and confused. Her hands were locked in thick mittens, the cuffs circling her wrists connected with a small length of chain. Likewise, her legs were similarly bound, her calves strapped to her knees by an assortment of belts. The strict bondage humiliatingly forced her to sit on all fours. Her mouth had been pryed open by a large ring gag, thin lines of drool already beginning to run down her chin. Finally, a thick leather collar circled her neck, a heart shaped tag attached to the front ring simply reading "Lot 237." Aside from that, she was completely naked.
Her trainer, as he had introduced himself, was a no nonsense man. He wielded a riding crop like he was born with it. He couldn't recall where this one was from. The local college? A few towns down? Halfway across the world? He'd have to check her file once introductions were dealt with.
"A puppy requires routine. Structure. Discipline. You will wake up at the same time every day. Be fed. And go through every meticulous step of your training minute by minute."
The crop rested under her chin, forcing her gaze upwards towards the towering figure of the man.
"Keep the schedule, and you'll be rewarded. Mess up my timetable and you'll regret it for weeks to come. Got it? Good. Now heel, puppy. We've got work to do."
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But that's all she wrote! If you're interested, send me a PM and we can talk character, story, kinks, etc.
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