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Caged Songbird
Meteorite
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2020
About the Songbird
Hey there! Thanks for visiting my request thread. I'm Song, currently caged due to working from home and sheltering in place...and also I just really, really like being locked in cages. Or bound to the bedposts. Or just dressed in a collar, a leash and a smile, if you'd like me a bit more mobile -- other garments optional and at your whim. If you'd like to know what else I dream of, I have an f-list over at F-list - Warning. Please note that it's not intended to be exhaustive, just a smattering of ons and offs to give you a general idea of my tastes.
I'm looking to roleplay via private messages, and you can expect to hear from me daily; I don't expect my partners to be as frequent (though it's great if you are!), I just ask that you let me know if you're going to be away for more than a couple of days so I know you're still interested. I only write in third person; I find RPing in first person to be awkward. I lean toward long-term stories with bad endings for my characters, and I particularly relish playing powerful women who end up stripped of their authority, conquered, mastered and tamed by men. (I'm a vocal feminist in the real world, making misogyny play something of a taboo for me, and taboos are hot. I admit it.)
The Songbird's Sultry Tunes
I'll list my plot ideas below, broken out by genre/setting/tropes. Probably just a few at first, but I'll add new ones as inspiration strikes. I'll also flag them as closed when they're taken, for ease of use, because I try to be easy to-- I mean, for the sake of convenience.
Hey there! Thanks for visiting my request thread. I'm Song, currently caged due to working from home and sheltering in place...and also I just really, really like being locked in cages. Or bound to the bedposts. Or just dressed in a collar, a leash and a smile, if you'd like me a bit more mobile -- other garments optional and at your whim. If you'd like to know what else I dream of, I have an f-list over at F-list - Warning. Please note that it's not intended to be exhaustive, just a smattering of ons and offs to give you a general idea of my tastes.
I'm looking to roleplay via private messages, and you can expect to hear from me daily; I don't expect my partners to be as frequent (though it's great if you are!), I just ask that you let me know if you're going to be away for more than a couple of days so I know you're still interested. I only write in third person; I find RPing in first person to be awkward. I lean toward long-term stories with bad endings for my characters, and I particularly relish playing powerful women who end up stripped of their authority, conquered, mastered and tamed by men. (I'm a vocal feminist in the real world, making misogyny play something of a taboo for me, and taboos are hot. I admit it.)
The Songbird's Sultry Tunes
I'll list my plot ideas below, broken out by genre/setting/tropes. Probably just a few at first, but I'll add new ones as inspiration strikes. I'll also flag them as closed when they're taken, for ease of use, because I try to be easy to-- I mean, for the sake of convenience.
A prim and proper high school teacher (my character) has a guilty secret: by night, she pleasures herself to the most sexist, degrading porn she can find on the web. Women being humiliated, gang-banged, treated as human urinals, being whipped and sexually tortured -- she watches it all. Then, buried on a backwater porn site, she finds something that truly startles her. Namely, the weeping girl on screen, her face spattered with fresh cum, is wearing a cheerleader uniform from her school. And it's being shot in the boys' locker room, clearly after school hours.
She finds more. The teenagers in the films wear masks, but they're clearly from her school. Some, she recognizes by voice; they're in her English class. A group of seniors has started their own pornography studio, using the school as their stage. She should turn them in...but she doesn't. She should forget she ever saw this, but she can't do that either. Maybe she stakes out the school and catches them in the act, or maybe she intimates to one of the boys that she knows what's going on. In any case, her dark fate is already sealed.
It's only a matter of time before her first trip to the casting couch, and then in front of the waiting camera. Maybe they'll have to see if her old school uniform still fits. And even if she changes her mind, it's far too late, seeing as they have enough blackmail material to destroy her life. Now they have a girl who will do anything they want, who they can do anything they want to. The teacher is their pet now. Their porn-starlet in the making. And their slave.
She finds more. The teenagers in the films wear masks, but they're clearly from her school. Some, she recognizes by voice; they're in her English class. A group of seniors has started their own pornography studio, using the school as their stage. She should turn them in...but she doesn't. She should forget she ever saw this, but she can't do that either. Maybe she stakes out the school and catches them in the act, or maybe she intimates to one of the boys that she knows what's going on. In any case, her dark fate is already sealed.
It's only a matter of time before her first trip to the casting couch, and then in front of the waiting camera. Maybe they'll have to see if her old school uniform still fits. And even if she changes her mind, it's far too late, seeing as they have enough blackmail material to destroy her life. Now they have a girl who will do anything they want, who they can do anything they want to. The teacher is their pet now. Their porn-starlet in the making. And their slave.
My character has worked hard, her entire life, to climb the corporate ladder. Endless toil, endless hours, earning every small victory and fighting for her place at the top. For him, on the other hand, it's been easy. Family money and contacts greased his rise to the top, and from where she's standing, it looks like he's effortlessly had everything he's ever wanted. Including women, who he uses and tosses away like tissues when he's done; he's a misogynist who believes men should be in charge and women should be on their knees. Like, for instance, the bimbo receptionist, who is on her knees and under his desk every day at lunch.
So why does my character envy the bimbo?
The more she hates her corporate rival, the more she wants him. The more she yearns to feel his hands on her body, his power. And he's a predator; he can smell weakness. Maybe it starts with cutting comments that put a blush on her cheeks instead of a report to HR, and he decides to see how far he can push her. Maybe he jokingly tells her to bring him his morning coffee...and she does. He's thought for years that this bitch needed taming, and he's just the man to put her in her place. They might both be executives, but as far as he's concerned, she just became his new secretary, servant and stress-relief toy. He might blackmail her, just to keep the leash on tight; hell, he might make her take the blackmail pictures herself and send them to him. And by the time he's done with her, she might be in line for a formal demotion. She might even replace the old receptionist.
So why does my character envy the bimbo?
The more she hates her corporate rival, the more she wants him. The more she yearns to feel his hands on her body, his power. And he's a predator; he can smell weakness. Maybe it starts with cutting comments that put a blush on her cheeks instead of a report to HR, and he decides to see how far he can push her. Maybe he jokingly tells her to bring him his morning coffee...and she does. He's thought for years that this bitch needed taming, and he's just the man to put her in her place. They might both be executives, but as far as he's concerned, she just became his new secretary, servant and stress-relief toy. He might blackmail her, just to keep the leash on tight; hell, he might make her take the blackmail pictures herself and send them to him. And by the time he's done with her, she might be in line for a formal demotion. She might even replace the old receptionist.
In a world where anthros and humans live side by side, there are bound to be some…tensions. The Anthro Liberation Act guaranteed equal rights to anthro citizens, but prejudice is still common. It’s not uncommon for business executives to relegate anthros to bottom-rung jobs – while going to the strip club to hoot and wave money at catgirl dancers.
Then there’s the far less socially-acceptable underworld of human/anthro relations. Some humans – derisively known as “tail chasers” – are fascinated by the idea of a walk on the wild side. A few are drawn to the darker side, yearning for predators – lions, tigers, wolves, and the like – to teach them a human’s proper place: on all fours, crawling at her master’s feet.
My character is a closet tail-chaser, a professional woman and a feminist who seems the model of a perfectly normal life – and at night, goes home to pleasure herself to violent anthro/human bdsm porn and dreams of being treated like the girls on her screen. She’s even heard of underground clubs where anthros are treated like kings by scantily clad human waitresses (often wearing bunny ears and fluffy-tail buttplugs), while other humans are subjected to sexual humiliation on stage for their cruel entertainment. She yearns to visit such a place -- and dreams of working in one -- but doesn’t have the courage for it.
Of course, her situation is going to change. How does the story begin? I had a few ideas. We can use one as-is, or modify it as we please…
1) My character is an executive or the CEO of a thriving company. Everything’s fine until she gets a glimpse of the new hire, the alpha-male anthro who works in the janitor’s office or the warehouse. She can’t stay away from him – and he notices her looking. Submissive women have a certain intoxicating smell…
2) My character is a defense lawyer. One of her regular clients is an anthro pimp, who rules a harem of cat- and bunny-girl streetwalkers. He prides himself on being able to turn any woman into a whore, but he’s never pimped out a human before. And he does have some regulars who would pay extra for a human slut they could do anything they wanted with…
Then there’s the far less socially-acceptable underworld of human/anthro relations. Some humans – derisively known as “tail chasers” – are fascinated by the idea of a walk on the wild side. A few are drawn to the darker side, yearning for predators – lions, tigers, wolves, and the like – to teach them a human’s proper place: on all fours, crawling at her master’s feet.
My character is a closet tail-chaser, a professional woman and a feminist who seems the model of a perfectly normal life – and at night, goes home to pleasure herself to violent anthro/human bdsm porn and dreams of being treated like the girls on her screen. She’s even heard of underground clubs where anthros are treated like kings by scantily clad human waitresses (often wearing bunny ears and fluffy-tail buttplugs), while other humans are subjected to sexual humiliation on stage for their cruel entertainment. She yearns to visit such a place -- and dreams of working in one -- but doesn’t have the courage for it.
Of course, her situation is going to change. How does the story begin? I had a few ideas. We can use one as-is, or modify it as we please…
1) My character is an executive or the CEO of a thriving company. Everything’s fine until she gets a glimpse of the new hire, the alpha-male anthro who works in the janitor’s office or the warehouse. She can’t stay away from him – and he notices her looking. Submissive women have a certain intoxicating smell…
2) My character is a defense lawyer. One of her regular clients is an anthro pimp, who rules a harem of cat- and bunny-girl streetwalkers. He prides himself on being able to turn any woman into a whore, but he’s never pimped out a human before. And he does have some regulars who would pay extra for a human slut they could do anything they wanted with…
The ruler of a prosperous, fantastical kingdom, the young queen (my character) has a reputation as, well...an ice queen. Cordial, courteous to commoners and aristocrats alike, but prudish and modest to a fault. She rejects all suitors with the politest of refusals. But her hesitation conceals burning desires. Abnormal desires. Her dreams are filled with images of conquest and submission. Of men using her body as they please, dominating her, humiliating her, making her crawl and beg. Desires she could never dare to explore in reality. Of course, a fantasy refused has a way of coming back, again and again, starving out all sense of rationality...
She wants to be taken, mastered, destroyed. And she can't hold back. She's about to make an extremely dangerous decision, one that could lead to fulfillment behind closed doors, or a very bad ending indeed. As for the exact nature of the queen's quest, I had a few ideas, any of which can be modified as we desire...
The Queen's Pimp. The queen approaches a pimp, possibly the owner of a rough brothel or dockside tavern, and offers him a new girl for his stable: her. By day, she sits up on her throne. By night, donning very different clothes, she serves him. The queen is his to use, exploit and profit from as he pleases. And in turn, he'll teach her. He'll teach her how to serve, obey men, and fuck on command. He'll teach her how to be a fearful, respectful whore who lives for her pimp's approval. And he'll teach her how to make him money. Most commoners would barely recognize the queen, and assume (at most) that it's just an uncanny resemblance. Others might pay extra to bed -- or beat -- a woman who looks like royalty. And what happens if someone from her own castle staff comes shopping for a new trollop?
A Gift for the Goblins. A tribe of goblins outside the kingdom's borders has been wise enough to avoid extermination with a show of submission: they send tribute from their copper mines (staffed, largely, by captive human and elven slaves) and respect the queen's borders, and in return she allows them to live. She has never personally visited the tribe...until now. They weren't expecting that, nor were they expecting her to declare herself their slave for the night. Goblins might not be able to impregnate her, but that won't stop them from pumping the queen full of cum and tormenting her for their depraved amusement, making her dance to the crack of the lash. She may even return home with fresh tattoos or brands to hide under her regal robes, or a new pair of cheap copper earrings, marking her as the tribe's property. And orders to return soon, with tribute for her true masters.
The Guildmaster's New Acquisition. The master of the merchants' guild, a regular fixture in court, is known for his veiled misogynist remarks and the bevvy of scantily-clad harem girls he keeps around as ornaments and gifts for his friends. He’s seen the faint pink blush on the queen’s cheeks in response to his taunts, or the way she can’t take her eyes off his "pets" when he shows them off in court.
It’s a trivial, if risky thing, to gift her with her own set of harem-silks, with his personal seal emblazoned over one breast and the merchant guild’s seal of ownership upon the other. Riskier still to suggest she model the outfit for him, behind closed doors. And when she’s at her most vulnerable, weak, helplessly aroused, he can play his gambit: suggesting that she could, with his help, experience all the dark submissive desires she’s always secretly dreamed of.
All she has to do is sign her name in his ledger, signing her body over as a legally-owned asset of the merchants’ guild. From her regal smile to her tits, cunt and ass, she’s guild property now. A puppet queen.
He can already taste the surprise, and applause, when he invites a hand-picked group of nobles to a private dinner party – and they discover that the queen is their serving-girl for the night. And that the after-dinner entertainment will feature her punishment and humiliation, as she learns her proper place. Or how easy it will be to simply walk into a private parley between the queen and a foreign ambassador, introduce himself as the real decision-maker, and sway negotiations in his favor – while the queen kneels under the table and pleasures the men, like an obedient girl should. Or how she’ll cry out, bent over the treaty table, plowed from behind as her shaking hand signs away another chunk of her kingdom’s wealth for his personal benefit.
She wants to be taken, mastered, destroyed. And she can't hold back. She's about to make an extremely dangerous decision, one that could lead to fulfillment behind closed doors, or a very bad ending indeed. As for the exact nature of the queen's quest, I had a few ideas, any of which can be modified as we desire...
The Queen's Pimp. The queen approaches a pimp, possibly the owner of a rough brothel or dockside tavern, and offers him a new girl for his stable: her. By day, she sits up on her throne. By night, donning very different clothes, she serves him. The queen is his to use, exploit and profit from as he pleases. And in turn, he'll teach her. He'll teach her how to serve, obey men, and fuck on command. He'll teach her how to be a fearful, respectful whore who lives for her pimp's approval. And he'll teach her how to make him money. Most commoners would barely recognize the queen, and assume (at most) that it's just an uncanny resemblance. Others might pay extra to bed -- or beat -- a woman who looks like royalty. And what happens if someone from her own castle staff comes shopping for a new trollop?
A Gift for the Goblins. A tribe of goblins outside the kingdom's borders has been wise enough to avoid extermination with a show of submission: they send tribute from their copper mines (staffed, largely, by captive human and elven slaves) and respect the queen's borders, and in return she allows them to live. She has never personally visited the tribe...until now. They weren't expecting that, nor were they expecting her to declare herself their slave for the night. Goblins might not be able to impregnate her, but that won't stop them from pumping the queen full of cum and tormenting her for their depraved amusement, making her dance to the crack of the lash. She may even return home with fresh tattoos or brands to hide under her regal robes, or a new pair of cheap copper earrings, marking her as the tribe's property. And orders to return soon, with tribute for her true masters.
The Guildmaster's New Acquisition. The master of the merchants' guild, a regular fixture in court, is known for his veiled misogynist remarks and the bevvy of scantily-clad harem girls he keeps around as ornaments and gifts for his friends. He’s seen the faint pink blush on the queen’s cheeks in response to his taunts, or the way she can’t take her eyes off his "pets" when he shows them off in court.
It’s a trivial, if risky thing, to gift her with her own set of harem-silks, with his personal seal emblazoned over one breast and the merchant guild’s seal of ownership upon the other. Riskier still to suggest she model the outfit for him, behind closed doors. And when she’s at her most vulnerable, weak, helplessly aroused, he can play his gambit: suggesting that she could, with his help, experience all the dark submissive desires she’s always secretly dreamed of.
All she has to do is sign her name in his ledger, signing her body over as a legally-owned asset of the merchants’ guild. From her regal smile to her tits, cunt and ass, she’s guild property now. A puppet queen.
He can already taste the surprise, and applause, when he invites a hand-picked group of nobles to a private dinner party – and they discover that the queen is their serving-girl for the night. And that the after-dinner entertainment will feature her punishment and humiliation, as she learns her proper place. Or how easy it will be to simply walk into a private parley between the queen and a foreign ambassador, introduce himself as the real decision-maker, and sway negotiations in his favor – while the queen kneels under the table and pleasures the men, like an obedient girl should. Or how she’ll cry out, bent over the treaty table, plowed from behind as her shaking hand signs away another chunk of her kingdom’s wealth for his personal benefit.