Gloomkiss
Meteorite
- Joined
- Nov 13, 2019
Nightmares? Isn't this the place for hot, sexy things? Well...for me, that's usually the same thing. Here are some quick facts about me:
-- I'm a former teenage goth turned corporate repressed goth. I like things dark, spooky and menacing. (And good music.) My only hard limits are children, snuff, and extreme gore (you can use my characters as punching-bags, just no broken bones or mutilation, ok?). I exclusively play submissive characters and the more dominant and cruel you are, the more I'll adore you.
-- I'm looking to roleplay via private messages. I am not, at this time, interested in doing open threads or RPing on any other service (Discord, etc.).
-- Faceclaims. If you like them, and you have one you'd like me to use, or a range to select from, I'm happy to. Otherwise I prefer describing characters in text. I used to be more open to this, but then two RPs died on the vine because I spent hours hunting for pictures of my character-to-be only to have the guy keep saying it wasn't quite right/didn't fit the image in his head and finally I was like "...we're here to write, right?"
-- Apologies if this comes off as stand-offish, I just wanted to get my "stuff I won't/don't do" out of the way right up front so if it's a problem for you, you can click on past.
-- I like kittens, and cookies-and-cream flavored ice cream.
-- Not in RP, I mean, just in general.
-- In RP, some of my favorite things are public humiliation, gangbangs, misogyny, slut-shaming, monsters and bestiality, toilet play, involuntary servitude, obese/ugly/unpleasant sex partners, and degradation of all kinds. Not every RP has to have all these things or any of them, but if several of these appeal to you, you're at the head of the line.
-- I have a few plots! Some are more fleshed out than others. That's not a reflection of my interest, it's just that some are more open-ended, some are more detailed, and some are little bits of kindling that could become a roaring flame with the right partner.
-- If you're interested, send me a PM? Love to hear from you.
Current Plots
The Banker's Queen (currently most-wanted)
The haughty, cold and austere queen of the realm has no weaknesses, not a single flaw in her armor. None but him. The guildmaster of the most powerful bank in the kingdom, he trades in goods and lives with equal skill. She loathes him. She hates his looks, his casual misogyny, his veiled taunts and insults. He keeps a string of scantily-clad harem girls, as trophies, adornments and gifts to share with his loyal clients. The queen hates the sight of them, but still...but still, they speak to her most buried desires, the hungers she's labored so hard to conceal.
He has a sharp nose and sharper eyes. Enough to pick up on her weakness. And enough guile to push the matter. Would Her Highness like his tailor to sew her a set of harem-silks, so she can see how they feel on her royal skin? Would she, perhaps, like to model them for him behind closed doors? It'll be their little secret. She can't help but be prodded into a fall. Falling until she willingly signs her name into his ledger, as an owned asset. Property of the bank, like any other slave-girl.
Oh, he has no intention of exposing her secrets to the kingdom or deposing her from power, especially not now that she’ll sign anything he puts in front of her while he bends her over the negotiation table. But nothing impresses a client like offering them the queen’s body for a night; and after she spent so many years snubbing him, her humiliation, taming and training is long overdue. The queen will make an excellent puppet and plaything.
Debut of a Porn Star
She's a model college feminist: strident, fierce, and fighting for women's causes. She's notably anti-porn, which is ironic considering how she spends most of her nights, devouring the foulest, most sexist porn she can find. For research purposes, you understand. One particular underground director is a fascination for her. His series to date include Bitch School, where women are subjected to dog-training techniques in between bouts of rough sex; Female Trash Can, where a teary-eyed actress is made to eat filth out of a dumpster before offering her body to homeless men (second in popularity only to his Toilet Sluts series); and Cocksleeve Disgrace, featuring public humiliation and gang-bangs.
You can imagine her surprise when she crosses paths with the director at the grocery store. She intends to confront him, to vent her righteous anger, to demand an apology for his sexist ways. She gets tongue-tied, though, at the moment of truth, and he knows what she's in denial about. She doesn't want to shut his productions down. She wants to be in them. He doesn't get a lot of perky, fresh-faced college girls in his movies; he's going to make the most of the opportunity.
He's going to destroy her. And get every second of it on tape.
A Bad End in the Third World
A female executive is dispatched to oversee the construction of a new project in a third-world backwater city. She quickly learns it's no place for a modern woman. An oppressive dictatorship rules the city, the "morals police" is on constant watch to clamp down on dissent, and women have no rights to speak of. Anyone who might rebel has been terrified into silence, thanks to frequent and public reminders of the government's authority: women are frequently arrested, snatched off the street, and then subjected to sadistic punishments to "reform" them.
Minor disobedience could "only" result in being stripped naked in the public square and whipped. More serious infractions require more creative discipline: accused intellectuals, like women caught reading books, are made to fuck farm animals (to remind them of what they are). Accused feminists are chained beneath outhouse toilets with their mouths forced open, so any man in town can contribute to properly humbling her. The executive knows she has to tread lightly; she's got more leeway than a local, given that the government doesn't want an international incident, but the locals despise Americans and assume that the outsiders are here to bring modern, decadent ideas to their remote paradise.
The real danger is that she's a closeted submissive with a deep, gnawing hunger for punishment. And as horrified as she is by what she sees around her, she's just as equally aroused. What if someone takes advantage of her? What if she draws the cruel eye of the police?
What if she can't take the yearning any longer and turns herself in, offering to confess to her sinful crimes?
-- I'm a former teenage goth turned corporate repressed goth. I like things dark, spooky and menacing. (And good music.) My only hard limits are children, snuff, and extreme gore (you can use my characters as punching-bags, just no broken bones or mutilation, ok?). I exclusively play submissive characters and the more dominant and cruel you are, the more I'll adore you.
-- I'm looking to roleplay via private messages. I am not, at this time, interested in doing open threads or RPing on any other service (Discord, etc.).
-- Faceclaims. If you like them, and you have one you'd like me to use, or a range to select from, I'm happy to. Otherwise I prefer describing characters in text. I used to be more open to this, but then two RPs died on the vine because I spent hours hunting for pictures of my character-to-be only to have the guy keep saying it wasn't quite right/didn't fit the image in his head and finally I was like "...we're here to write, right?"
-- Apologies if this comes off as stand-offish, I just wanted to get my "stuff I won't/don't do" out of the way right up front so if it's a problem for you, you can click on past.
-- I like kittens, and cookies-and-cream flavored ice cream.
-- Not in RP, I mean, just in general.
-- In RP, some of my favorite things are public humiliation, gangbangs, misogyny, slut-shaming, monsters and bestiality, toilet play, involuntary servitude, obese/ugly/unpleasant sex partners, and degradation of all kinds. Not every RP has to have all these things or any of them, but if several of these appeal to you, you're at the head of the line.
-- I have a few plots! Some are more fleshed out than others. That's not a reflection of my interest, it's just that some are more open-ended, some are more detailed, and some are little bits of kindling that could become a roaring flame with the right partner.
-- If you're interested, send me a PM? Love to hear from you.
Current Plots
The Banker's Queen (currently most-wanted)
The haughty, cold and austere queen of the realm has no weaknesses, not a single flaw in her armor. None but him. The guildmaster of the most powerful bank in the kingdom, he trades in goods and lives with equal skill. She loathes him. She hates his looks, his casual misogyny, his veiled taunts and insults. He keeps a string of scantily-clad harem girls, as trophies, adornments and gifts to share with his loyal clients. The queen hates the sight of them, but still...but still, they speak to her most buried desires, the hungers she's labored so hard to conceal.
He has a sharp nose and sharper eyes. Enough to pick up on her weakness. And enough guile to push the matter. Would Her Highness like his tailor to sew her a set of harem-silks, so she can see how they feel on her royal skin? Would she, perhaps, like to model them for him behind closed doors? It'll be their little secret. She can't help but be prodded into a fall. Falling until she willingly signs her name into his ledger, as an owned asset. Property of the bank, like any other slave-girl.
Oh, he has no intention of exposing her secrets to the kingdom or deposing her from power, especially not now that she’ll sign anything he puts in front of her while he bends her over the negotiation table. But nothing impresses a client like offering them the queen’s body for a night; and after she spent so many years snubbing him, her humiliation, taming and training is long overdue. The queen will make an excellent puppet and plaything.
Debut of a Porn Star
She's a model college feminist: strident, fierce, and fighting for women's causes. She's notably anti-porn, which is ironic considering how she spends most of her nights, devouring the foulest, most sexist porn she can find. For research purposes, you understand. One particular underground director is a fascination for her. His series to date include Bitch School, where women are subjected to dog-training techniques in between bouts of rough sex; Female Trash Can, where a teary-eyed actress is made to eat filth out of a dumpster before offering her body to homeless men (second in popularity only to his Toilet Sluts series); and Cocksleeve Disgrace, featuring public humiliation and gang-bangs.
You can imagine her surprise when she crosses paths with the director at the grocery store. She intends to confront him, to vent her righteous anger, to demand an apology for his sexist ways. She gets tongue-tied, though, at the moment of truth, and he knows what she's in denial about. She doesn't want to shut his productions down. She wants to be in them. He doesn't get a lot of perky, fresh-faced college girls in his movies; he's going to make the most of the opportunity.
He's going to destroy her. And get every second of it on tape.
A Bad End in the Third World
A female executive is dispatched to oversee the construction of a new project in a third-world backwater city. She quickly learns it's no place for a modern woman. An oppressive dictatorship rules the city, the "morals police" is on constant watch to clamp down on dissent, and women have no rights to speak of. Anyone who might rebel has been terrified into silence, thanks to frequent and public reminders of the government's authority: women are frequently arrested, snatched off the street, and then subjected to sadistic punishments to "reform" them.
Minor disobedience could "only" result in being stripped naked in the public square and whipped. More serious infractions require more creative discipline: accused intellectuals, like women caught reading books, are made to fuck farm animals (to remind them of what they are). Accused feminists are chained beneath outhouse toilets with their mouths forced open, so any man in town can contribute to properly humbling her. The executive knows she has to tread lightly; she's got more leeway than a local, given that the government doesn't want an international incident, but the locals despise Americans and assume that the outsiders are here to bring modern, decadent ideas to their remote paradise.
The real danger is that she's a closeted submissive with a deep, gnawing hunger for punishment. And as horrified as she is by what she sees around her, she's just as equally aroused. What if someone takes advantage of her? What if she draws the cruel eye of the police?
What if she can't take the yearning any longer and turns herself in, offering to confess to her sinful crimes?
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