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Planetoid
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- Jun 17, 2019
This thread is called the way it is for how I feel about it.
Each idea I will post in here was set up with my maximum input. Characters in here have received a part of my soul and hours of my time. And for what?
-> To be ghosted.
(With the exception on maybe one or two ideas but I'll mention if differently.)
It could just be me, maybe I suck...but this happened to me so often that I do not feel sorry anymore for playing our idea with anyone else.
Though these ideas aren't 100% set in stone, I do like the general way they are set up and would love to have them played out!
Female or male, PLEASE APPLY VIA PM! (thanks X)
So without further adue;
Plot no. 1
Alice is a young girl living a normal life. What she does not (yet) know is that her father had a different path in mind for her for all this time. No...not incest...worse...her father had wanted her to be tortured, broken and victimised for so long...
Finally the day comes when he sets all in motion, posting a fake add on the internet to have his daughter apply on a fetish site. With all personal details required to get her in. On this site, anyone is a target. With her limits set to minimal (what we discuss though...) she is basically a walking fuckdoll for all to use and abuse. One rule, the encounter must be filmed or pictures taken and send to her dad, without her knowing he is the one who set this all up.
Who will come up? An actual kidnapping? A male, a female?
Would love this to be multiple quick scenes, maybe even with multiple people!
This could be your sexy idea...if you don't ghost it as well that is...
No. 2
A process LIKE this; this is inspiration only;
Day one:
Danielle looked behind her, through the filthy glass door of the sleazy motel. Nick was at the front desk making the reservation for the room he was nice enough to put in his name. She clung to a duffle bag that held everything she owned. Nick looked back at Danielle; his eyes dropping to look at her frame. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she recalled the shift in his personality. Since the fallout between her and her mother sparked something in Nick. It made her uncomfortable. “Come on.” He barked as he started to walk towards a room on the first floor. The receptionist – who looked appropriate for such a sleazy place – cocked his head to watch Danielle as she obediently followed her mom’s boyfriend.
He stopped in front of a door that was once white. He slipped the keycard into the hole and the door opened. He held the door open for her as she walked in. The peeling wallpaper reeked of cigarette smoke, gum was stuck and fused with the carpet in more than just a single place. A single full-sized bed was put against the wall. On the opposite wall, a box television was haphazardly placed on the dresser and a minifridge hummed beside that. The bathroom was at the end of the room with the sink with a lot of counter space was not with the shower and toilet.
Danielle turned to look at Nick who had just finished putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door knob. “I paid for three days.” He stated flatly. Danielle swallowed hard as she watched him undo his belt, “I think I deserve a little something for the money I didn’t have to spend on you.” He guilted her. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what he wanted. It was the only thing she had to offer that was of any value. “Take off your clothes.” He stared down at her as he unbuttoned his pants just before pulling off his shirt.
Danielle was frozen, clutching her bag out of fear of letting go and her floating away. “Are you going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” he asked snapping her back into reality. The weight of the duffle began to feel to heavy as she turned on auto-pilot. The bag found it’s place on the floor. Her eyes found a spot on the wall as she fumbled with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it above her head and allowing it to join her bag. The AC seems to work just fine, she let her mind wander. She was taking too long to unbutton her pants she realized as Nick yanked her close by the loops on her jeans to do it himself.
He pushed her to the bed, not holding back his manhandling. His fingers pulled the waist band down, taking her underwear with it. He massaged himself as he pushed a hand under her bra, squeezing a breast roughly before moving to the other one, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Nick used his knees to separate hers to give him enough room to fit his towering form between her thighs. His erection smacked against her clit several times. Each impact made her nerves erupt in a wave. She felt him move, the tip of his cock pressing into her lips gaining entrance to her womanhood. He paused, she dared to peek, his eyes were looking over every inch of her body. He positioned her breasts in such a way that they were completely visible even with the bra still on.
He thrust his hips into hers, violently ripping into her womb. She gasped from the pain and struggled against him. He overpowered the woman, binding both of her wrist with only one of his hands, pulling them far above her head. “You’re hurting me.” She cried out loud. She had had sex before, but it didn’t hurt like this. This outburst only seemed to excite Nick as he quickened his pace. Danielle found another spot on the ceiling, the yellow spot was small; shapeless. She tried to ignore Nick repositioning her legs to lay on his shoulders. But it was hard to contain the moans that escaped; she had no control over the reactions of her body. “Fuck.” Nick pulled his cock out of her letting his seed shoot at her stomach. Danielle’s leg fell as she lay there, immovable. Nick disappeared out of sight.
She heard the flip of a switch, presumably the bathroom light. He fumbled loudly and then he heard water running. He cleaned himself before reaching for his clothes. He was back in view. From the back pocket of his pants he pulled out his wallet. Placing a few bills on the bedside table, “I would suggest getting some condoms.” His voice was deafening as he disturbed the silence. “It’s good that you learn it now, nothing in life is free.” He pulled his shirt on and checked his reflection before leaving her alone. The only sound coming from the air conditioner.
Day fifthy:
Danielle sat on her bed watching television mindlessly. Her cellphone laying in front of her as she propped her chin with her knee. An old western was on, something she never thought she would get into. The recent storm had taken out most of the good channels, but it wasn’t so bad she supposed. There was a knock at the door. Danielle stood up to walk towards the door. The chain kept it from opening all the way. It was a man, in his mid to late 30s. His features weren’t important enough to remember she thought as she closed the door to unlatched the lock to allow him inside of the room.
She didn’t take the time to greet him, or to know his name. It didn’t matter. Not to them. Not to her. “I don’t normally do this kind of stuff…” he went on about how his love life had been lackluster as of late. She had heard so many excuses coming from the lips of so many men. They couldn’t be trusted. “Neither do I.” she said blandly, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed. “So, what exactly do you do?” he asked, hinting towards he wanted something more than just simple, vanilla sex. “Anything you want.” Frank made sure of that.
He had taken her in so many ways more than once. Behind the desk he worked from he had her taste his cum, in the bathroom at the entrance he made her service not only himself but a friend of his as well, all the while he took photos for himself later.
The stranger had his hands against her body, slipping his hand between her thighs to massage her through the pajama shorts she had on. Slipped a finger under the fabric as he hugged her from behind. He pressed his chest to her back, not hiding his semi, “You’re a lot prettier than I thought you would be.” She sucked air through her teeth as he teased her entrance, “Young too.” He bit down on her neck and took a deep breath. “Get on your knees and beg for me to fuck you.” He let her go. She turned to face him and lowered herself.
She licked her lips nervously; she hadn’t been asked to roleplay yet. Although it had to come at some point, “Please baby…” he grabbed her by her hair, “Call me master.” He let go of her. “Please Master, I’m so horny. I need you to fuck me. Help me, please Master.” This wasn’t enough as he continued to watch her, “My pussy is so wet. I need your cock inside my tight pussy Master.” She looked up at him acting her part well. He cupped her jaw and ran his thumb over her lip, “First, let’s see you use that mouth of yours.” He unzips his pants and pulls out his erection. Danielle positioned her body to be able to reach him but he stopped her just as she put her lips around the tip, “What do you say?” he was guiding her in his fantasy. “Thank you Master.” He smiled and she was permitted to suck his cock.
It started off slow, with her licking up from his balls to the tip before opening her lips to let him pass. He groaned in delight as he watched her take more and more of his dick. She cupped his balls massaging them with her fingers, “Fuck it.” He whispered, “Good girl.” He stroked her hair as she continued to work on his orgasm. He stopped her again, extremely pleased with her enthusiasm. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” She only nodded to do as she was told. She heard him open and put on a condom. He pulled down her shorts and used his hand to see how wet she was. “You are perfect.” He pressed his erection against her folds. Danielle moaned as he fit his cock inside her pussy.
She was learning to enjoy what she did, it made it easier. He was slow for a while, enjoying how she writhed in pleasure. “Please Master, fuck me.” She continued to play the role he liked, only she didn’t think she was playing so much anymore. He slammed his hips into the cheeks of her ass. Danielle fell forward, her shoulders hitting the mattress. He ‘helped’ her back on her hands by holding the back of her neck. Every thrust was deliberate and hard, sending her further and further towards her own orgasm. “You are such a good girl.” He praised.
“Thank you Master.” She cried out as she reached her climax. He gave a final thrust and filled the condom with his seed. He pulled out of her and adjusted his pants. Danielle didn’t move at first, “You can relax now.” His gave his permission. She slid her leg under her to move into a sitting position, “How much?” he asked as he looked into his wallet. “$100.” She said coolly as she looked away. She didn’t like to watch them pull their money out, it made her situation a lot more real. He put it down on the bedside but didn’t leave immediately. He tucked a finger under her chin and made her look up at him, “Thank you, what was your name?” he asked. She frowned softly as she pulled away from him, “Michelle.” She lied. There was no reason for him to know her name, it was probably stupid to lie about it. “Well, Michelle. Hopefully, I’ll be able to see you again.”
Each idea I will post in here was set up with my maximum input. Characters in here have received a part of my soul and hours of my time. And for what?
-> To be ghosted.
(With the exception on maybe one or two ideas but I'll mention if differently.)
It could just be me, maybe I suck...but this happened to me so often that I do not feel sorry anymore for playing our idea with anyone else.
Though these ideas aren't 100% set in stone, I do like the general way they are set up and would love to have them played out!
Female or male, PLEASE APPLY VIA PM! (thanks X)
So without further adue;
Plot no. 1
Alice is a young girl living a normal life. What she does not (yet) know is that her father had a different path in mind for her for all this time. No...not incest...worse...her father had wanted her to be tortured, broken and victimised for so long...
Finally the day comes when he sets all in motion, posting a fake add on the internet to have his daughter apply on a fetish site. With all personal details required to get her in. On this site, anyone is a target. With her limits set to minimal (what we discuss though...) she is basically a walking fuckdoll for all to use and abuse. One rule, the encounter must be filmed or pictures taken and send to her dad, without her knowing he is the one who set this all up.
Who will come up? An actual kidnapping? A male, a female?
Would love this to be multiple quick scenes, maybe even with multiple people!
This could be your sexy idea...if you don't ghost it as well that is...
No. 2
A process LIKE this; this is inspiration only;
Day one:
Danielle looked behind her, through the filthy glass door of the sleazy motel. Nick was at the front desk making the reservation for the room he was nice enough to put in his name. She clung to a duffle bag that held everything she owned. Nick looked back at Danielle; his eyes dropping to look at her frame. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she recalled the shift in his personality. Since the fallout between her and her mother sparked something in Nick. It made her uncomfortable. “Come on.” He barked as he started to walk towards a room on the first floor. The receptionist – who looked appropriate for such a sleazy place – cocked his head to watch Danielle as she obediently followed her mom’s boyfriend.
He stopped in front of a door that was once white. He slipped the keycard into the hole and the door opened. He held the door open for her as she walked in. The peeling wallpaper reeked of cigarette smoke, gum was stuck and fused with the carpet in more than just a single place. A single full-sized bed was put against the wall. On the opposite wall, a box television was haphazardly placed on the dresser and a minifridge hummed beside that. The bathroom was at the end of the room with the sink with a lot of counter space was not with the shower and toilet.
Danielle turned to look at Nick who had just finished putting the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door knob. “I paid for three days.” He stated flatly. Danielle swallowed hard as she watched him undo his belt, “I think I deserve a little something for the money I didn’t have to spend on you.” He guilted her. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what he wanted. It was the only thing she had to offer that was of any value. “Take off your clothes.” He stared down at her as he unbuttoned his pants just before pulling off his shirt.
Danielle was frozen, clutching her bag out of fear of letting go and her floating away. “Are you going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” he asked snapping her back into reality. The weight of the duffle began to feel to heavy as she turned on auto-pilot. The bag found it’s place on the floor. Her eyes found a spot on the wall as she fumbled with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it above her head and allowing it to join her bag. The AC seems to work just fine, she let her mind wander. She was taking too long to unbutton her pants she realized as Nick yanked her close by the loops on her jeans to do it himself.
He pushed her to the bed, not holding back his manhandling. His fingers pulled the waist band down, taking her underwear with it. He massaged himself as he pushed a hand under her bra, squeezing a breast roughly before moving to the other one, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” Nick used his knees to separate hers to give him enough room to fit his towering form between her thighs. His erection smacked against her clit several times. Each impact made her nerves erupt in a wave. She felt him move, the tip of his cock pressing into her lips gaining entrance to her womanhood. He paused, she dared to peek, his eyes were looking over every inch of her body. He positioned her breasts in such a way that they were completely visible even with the bra still on.
He thrust his hips into hers, violently ripping into her womb. She gasped from the pain and struggled against him. He overpowered the woman, binding both of her wrist with only one of his hands, pulling them far above her head. “You’re hurting me.” She cried out loud. She had had sex before, but it didn’t hurt like this. This outburst only seemed to excite Nick as he quickened his pace. Danielle found another spot on the ceiling, the yellow spot was small; shapeless. She tried to ignore Nick repositioning her legs to lay on his shoulders. But it was hard to contain the moans that escaped; she had no control over the reactions of her body. “Fuck.” Nick pulled his cock out of her letting his seed shoot at her stomach. Danielle’s leg fell as she lay there, immovable. Nick disappeared out of sight.
She heard the flip of a switch, presumably the bathroom light. He fumbled loudly and then he heard water running. He cleaned himself before reaching for his clothes. He was back in view. From the back pocket of his pants he pulled out his wallet. Placing a few bills on the bedside table, “I would suggest getting some condoms.” His voice was deafening as he disturbed the silence. “It’s good that you learn it now, nothing in life is free.” He pulled his shirt on and checked his reflection before leaving her alone. The only sound coming from the air conditioner.
Day fifthy:
Danielle sat on her bed watching television mindlessly. Her cellphone laying in front of her as she propped her chin with her knee. An old western was on, something she never thought she would get into. The recent storm had taken out most of the good channels, but it wasn’t so bad she supposed. There was a knock at the door. Danielle stood up to walk towards the door. The chain kept it from opening all the way. It was a man, in his mid to late 30s. His features weren’t important enough to remember she thought as she closed the door to unlatched the lock to allow him inside of the room.
She didn’t take the time to greet him, or to know his name. It didn’t matter. Not to them. Not to her. “I don’t normally do this kind of stuff…” he went on about how his love life had been lackluster as of late. She had heard so many excuses coming from the lips of so many men. They couldn’t be trusted. “Neither do I.” she said blandly, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed. “So, what exactly do you do?” he asked, hinting towards he wanted something more than just simple, vanilla sex. “Anything you want.” Frank made sure of that.
He had taken her in so many ways more than once. Behind the desk he worked from he had her taste his cum, in the bathroom at the entrance he made her service not only himself but a friend of his as well, all the while he took photos for himself later.
The stranger had his hands against her body, slipping his hand between her thighs to massage her through the pajama shorts she had on. Slipped a finger under the fabric as he hugged her from behind. He pressed his chest to her back, not hiding his semi, “You’re a lot prettier than I thought you would be.” She sucked air through her teeth as he teased her entrance, “Young too.” He bit down on her neck and took a deep breath. “Get on your knees and beg for me to fuck you.” He let her go. She turned to face him and lowered herself.
She licked her lips nervously; she hadn’t been asked to roleplay yet. Although it had to come at some point, “Please baby…” he grabbed her by her hair, “Call me master.” He let go of her. “Please Master, I’m so horny. I need you to fuck me. Help me, please Master.” This wasn’t enough as he continued to watch her, “My pussy is so wet. I need your cock inside my tight pussy Master.” She looked up at him acting her part well. He cupped her jaw and ran his thumb over her lip, “First, let’s see you use that mouth of yours.” He unzips his pants and pulls out his erection. Danielle positioned her body to be able to reach him but he stopped her just as she put her lips around the tip, “What do you say?” he was guiding her in his fantasy. “Thank you Master.” He smiled and she was permitted to suck his cock.
It started off slow, with her licking up from his balls to the tip before opening her lips to let him pass. He groaned in delight as he watched her take more and more of his dick. She cupped his balls massaging them with her fingers, “Fuck it.” He whispered, “Good girl.” He stroked her hair as she continued to work on his orgasm. He stopped her again, extremely pleased with her enthusiasm. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” She only nodded to do as she was told. She heard him open and put on a condom. He pulled down her shorts and used his hand to see how wet she was. “You are perfect.” He pressed his erection against her folds. Danielle moaned as he fit his cock inside her pussy.
She was learning to enjoy what she did, it made it easier. He was slow for a while, enjoying how she writhed in pleasure. “Please Master, fuck me.” She continued to play the role he liked, only she didn’t think she was playing so much anymore. He slammed his hips into the cheeks of her ass. Danielle fell forward, her shoulders hitting the mattress. He ‘helped’ her back on her hands by holding the back of her neck. Every thrust was deliberate and hard, sending her further and further towards her own orgasm. “You are such a good girl.” He praised.
“Thank you Master.” She cried out as she reached her climax. He gave a final thrust and filled the condom with his seed. He pulled out of her and adjusted his pants. Danielle didn’t move at first, “You can relax now.” His gave his permission. She slid her leg under her to move into a sitting position, “How much?” he asked as he looked into his wallet. “$100.” She said coolly as she looked away. She didn’t like to watch them pull their money out, it made her situation a lot more real. He put it down on the bedside but didn’t leave immediately. He tucked a finger under her chin and made her look up at him, “Thank you, what was your name?” he asked. She frowned softly as she pulled away from him, “Michelle.” She lied. There was no reason for him to know her name, it was probably stupid to lie about it. “Well, Michelle. Hopefully, I’ll be able to see you again.”
) we csn discuss. Calling upon the sluts to hit me up!