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Gloomquill
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About Me, and Welcome
We might get a little dark. That okay? It's just my nature; you know what they say, you can take the girl out of the goth club but you can't take the goth out of the girl -- wait, does anyone actually say that?
I'm an experienced roleplayer (don't get your hopes up: I said experienced, not great) based out of the US, and I'm online and can respond most days (slightly less active on weekends). I'm looking to roleplay via private messages here on the site. I don't currently use Discord, but I'll update this if I expand my options at some point. I exclusively play female characters, I prefer writing in third person, and I enjoy a nice mix of plot and smut. (Plot makes the smut so much hotter.)
This thread is specifically for F/M scenarios; I'll do a separate one for my F/F plots. That said, I'm flexible and if you have a particular twist on anything here (be it changing the details, the setting or the characters involved) I'm certainly eager to hear your ideas!
My favorite kinks include (but are not limited to) public humiliation, gangbangs and bukkake, bondage, choking and slapping, control and corruption, outfit control (slutty/embarrassing outfits, lingerie, uniforms, etc), collars and leashes, body modification/tattoos/piercings, misogyny (my favorite), forced lesbianism, monsters/inhuman partners, and blackmail. Hard limits are death and extreme gore.
Open Prompts (Updated 2/18/23)
I have a few ideas. They may or may not be wise ones. My heroines are absolutely not inclined to making good life choices, and are inevitably on the road to dire, life-changing consequences. If you see something you like, drop me a private message!
Princess on a Leash
As the daughter of a dreaded and merciless tyrant, the princess (me) lives something of a charmed life. She possesses luxuries, pleasures, riches, not to mention the power to have anyone beheaded with a snap of her fingers. That one never gets old. With a reputation as a cruel, acid-tongued ice bitch, she's nearly (but not quite) as hated as her warmongering father.
She can't have everything, though. If anyone knew about her secret, filthy dreams of submission, corruption and conquest, it would destroy her. The tyrant's daughter isn't supposed to harbor fantasies of kneeling and crawling on a leash, of licking men's boots, of dancing to savage drums and the crack of a whip. She shouldn't yearn to be degraded, defiled, treated like the lowest of dockside whores.
And yet. The wealthy, indominable princess is about to make a serious mistake and experience, for the first time in her life, the terrible power of consequences. What kind? We can figure that out together, but I have a few suggestions:
Entertaining the Staff. The princess chooses a particular group of worthies (such as her personal bodyguards, her maid-staff, or the lusty young men of the royal stables) to thank with a very personal, very private, very erotic "performance." She doesn't anticipate that after that night, they'll never see her as their feared princess again; they see her as their personal slave and fucktoy, and they're going to make her life a living hell of payback for her years of cruelty.
Slumming It. The kingdom's slums are a hell of filth and squalor, infested with gutter gangs and bums, halfbreed monsters, pimps, whoremongers and slave-traffickers. The last place any beautiful young woman should go alone at night, and yet…here the princess is, disguised under a simple homespun cloak, with a prayer on her lips for the gods to decide her fate and her punishment.
The Paladin's Curse
Some adventurers barely survive long enough to build a reputation; others become legends, like the champion of the Goddess of Purity. She has battled giants and dragons, waged thunderous war against demonkind, and put the mightiest of foes to the test. Then came the day when she laid a dark temple to ruin, and pocketed a trinket from a shattered altar on a whim, just as a souvenir of conquest.
"A souvenir of conquest" being a particularly poor choice of words on her part, considering the relic was empowered by a foul god of conquest and cruelty...and he's decided to make the paladin his special project. The dreams began almost immediately, plaguing her night after night, filling her hours of rest with endless erotic nightmares.
Goblins cackled as they spit-roasted her, the once-proud paladin sucking a warty cock while another pounded away between her cum-slick thighs. As soon as one erupted, pumping her cunny full or forcing her to drink mouthful after mouthful of hot sperm, another eager goblin would take his place. For hours. And hours. She was naked save for a slave collar and a single pauldron from her old armor, her body glistening with sweat and spit and jizz and piss, the fallen paladin taught to worship her rightful masters. Behind her a branding iron ignited, glowing dangerously hot.
Every time her eyelids flutter shut, she's bombarded by visions of submission and humiliation and raw, unending heat. Soon the curse began infesting her waking thoughts. Haggling with a fat, leering merchant over a new horse? Bet he'll give you a discount if you offer to suck him off. Better yet, tell him you'll suck off the horse. At a crowded tavern, the normally aloof paladin can't keep her eyes off the dancing girls and the pimp who owns them, and she can't stop thinking about showing off her voluptuous curves in scanty slave-silks. She's fought these thoughts and dreams every step of the way, but really...this is just foreplay to the demon-god who has taken control over her soul. She'll give in eventually, surrendering to her endless hunger for sex and submission, and her downfall will be inevitable, terrible, and sweet. All just a prelude, of course, to the fun awaiting her in hell, once she's broken to the point of willingly surrendering to her new, infernal overlord as his plaything for eternity.
Submitting to her Son's Bully
Yes, bully stories are horribly cliched. Don't care. My character is a frustrated submissive MILF, burdened with a wimp of a husband and a bigger wimp of a son, and absolutely no outlet for her moonlight hungers. Then she learns her son has become the target of a school bully, who is absolutely relentless, cruel and creative in his campaigns of harassment. The kind of young man she'd like to get to know better. Much better. Of course, she'll be betraying her family, her own son, her duties as a mother and caretaker, and her marital vows along with risking blackmail and prison, but in the heat of the moment, it all makes sense.
(Short version: submissive MILF actively pursues her son's sadistic bully, hoping to convince him of the delights of owning his own slave-girl. Consequences ensue.)
Broken by the Religious Police
Some places, like the middle east, are dangerous for a woman to travel alone. That goes double for a closeted submissive. My character was transferred by her company to oversee a new plant being built in a backwoods far-east nation, a place where women are considered property, and animals at best. While her diplomatic status buys her exemption from local rules, she's been warned to toe the line and not make waves.
Once a week, the religious police put on a demonstration in the village square. Female prisoners, convicted of offenses against morality, are publicly humiliated and tortured for the approval of the cheering crowds. Just recently a foreign "expert" trying to change their traditional farming methods was strung up and whipped before being forced to milk a "cow" (actually a big-cocked stallion) with her hands and mouth; they burned her passports and identification, and she was given to a local farmer as a slave. They say she's working his fields today, pulling a yoke like a beast of burden.
A suspected lesbian was gang-raped by the village men to cure her. Meanwhile, an outspoken feminist was buried up to her neck under an outhouse, where a long line of villagers eagerly waited their turn to relieve themselves on her upturned face. A visiting fashion model didn't even have to break any crimes: the village strongman liked the look of her, and she disappeared the next day.
Most of all, the locals despise educated women, feminists, and big-titted American bitches. I'm all three. And given my secret hungers, my desire for abuse, it's only a matter of time before I end up in serious trouble.
(As a variation, we could run this with my character and her employees at the new office, all American men who are living like god-kings in this place. They've gotten accustomed to seeing women as slaves, and that includes the new boss, who isn't going to ruin their fun.)
We might get a little dark. That okay? It's just my nature; you know what they say, you can take the girl out of the goth club but you can't take the goth out of the girl -- wait, does anyone actually say that?
I'm an experienced roleplayer (don't get your hopes up: I said experienced, not great) based out of the US, and I'm online and can respond most days (slightly less active on weekends). I'm looking to roleplay via private messages here on the site. I don't currently use Discord, but I'll update this if I expand my options at some point. I exclusively play female characters, I prefer writing in third person, and I enjoy a nice mix of plot and smut. (Plot makes the smut so much hotter.)
This thread is specifically for F/M scenarios; I'll do a separate one for my F/F plots. That said, I'm flexible and if you have a particular twist on anything here (be it changing the details, the setting or the characters involved) I'm certainly eager to hear your ideas!
My favorite kinks include (but are not limited to) public humiliation, gangbangs and bukkake, bondage, choking and slapping, control and corruption, outfit control (slutty/embarrassing outfits, lingerie, uniforms, etc), collars and leashes, body modification/tattoos/piercings, misogyny (my favorite), forced lesbianism, monsters/inhuman partners, and blackmail. Hard limits are death and extreme gore.
Open Prompts (Updated 2/18/23)
I have a few ideas. They may or may not be wise ones. My heroines are absolutely not inclined to making good life choices, and are inevitably on the road to dire, life-changing consequences. If you see something you like, drop me a private message!
Princess on a Leash
As the daughter of a dreaded and merciless tyrant, the princess (me) lives something of a charmed life. She possesses luxuries, pleasures, riches, not to mention the power to have anyone beheaded with a snap of her fingers. That one never gets old. With a reputation as a cruel, acid-tongued ice bitch, she's nearly (but not quite) as hated as her warmongering father.
She can't have everything, though. If anyone knew about her secret, filthy dreams of submission, corruption and conquest, it would destroy her. The tyrant's daughter isn't supposed to harbor fantasies of kneeling and crawling on a leash, of licking men's boots, of dancing to savage drums and the crack of a whip. She shouldn't yearn to be degraded, defiled, treated like the lowest of dockside whores.
And yet. The wealthy, indominable princess is about to make a serious mistake and experience, for the first time in her life, the terrible power of consequences. What kind? We can figure that out together, but I have a few suggestions:
Entertaining the Staff. The princess chooses a particular group of worthies (such as her personal bodyguards, her maid-staff, or the lusty young men of the royal stables) to thank with a very personal, very private, very erotic "performance." She doesn't anticipate that after that night, they'll never see her as their feared princess again; they see her as their personal slave and fucktoy, and they're going to make her life a living hell of payback for her years of cruelty.
Slumming It. The kingdom's slums are a hell of filth and squalor, infested with gutter gangs and bums, halfbreed monsters, pimps, whoremongers and slave-traffickers. The last place any beautiful young woman should go alone at night, and yet…here the princess is, disguised under a simple homespun cloak, with a prayer on her lips for the gods to decide her fate and her punishment.
The Paladin's Curse
Some adventurers barely survive long enough to build a reputation; others become legends, like the champion of the Goddess of Purity. She has battled giants and dragons, waged thunderous war against demonkind, and put the mightiest of foes to the test. Then came the day when she laid a dark temple to ruin, and pocketed a trinket from a shattered altar on a whim, just as a souvenir of conquest.
"A souvenir of conquest" being a particularly poor choice of words on her part, considering the relic was empowered by a foul god of conquest and cruelty...and he's decided to make the paladin his special project. The dreams began almost immediately, plaguing her night after night, filling her hours of rest with endless erotic nightmares.
Goblins cackled as they spit-roasted her, the once-proud paladin sucking a warty cock while another pounded away between her cum-slick thighs. As soon as one erupted, pumping her cunny full or forcing her to drink mouthful after mouthful of hot sperm, another eager goblin would take his place. For hours. And hours. She was naked save for a slave collar and a single pauldron from her old armor, her body glistening with sweat and spit and jizz and piss, the fallen paladin taught to worship her rightful masters. Behind her a branding iron ignited, glowing dangerously hot.
Every time her eyelids flutter shut, she's bombarded by visions of submission and humiliation and raw, unending heat. Soon the curse began infesting her waking thoughts. Haggling with a fat, leering merchant over a new horse? Bet he'll give you a discount if you offer to suck him off. Better yet, tell him you'll suck off the horse. At a crowded tavern, the normally aloof paladin can't keep her eyes off the dancing girls and the pimp who owns them, and she can't stop thinking about showing off her voluptuous curves in scanty slave-silks. She's fought these thoughts and dreams every step of the way, but really...this is just foreplay to the demon-god who has taken control over her soul. She'll give in eventually, surrendering to her endless hunger for sex and submission, and her downfall will be inevitable, terrible, and sweet. All just a prelude, of course, to the fun awaiting her in hell, once she's broken to the point of willingly surrendering to her new, infernal overlord as his plaything for eternity.
Submitting to her Son's Bully
Yes, bully stories are horribly cliched. Don't care. My character is a frustrated submissive MILF, burdened with a wimp of a husband and a bigger wimp of a son, and absolutely no outlet for her moonlight hungers. Then she learns her son has become the target of a school bully, who is absolutely relentless, cruel and creative in his campaigns of harassment. The kind of young man she'd like to get to know better. Much better. Of course, she'll be betraying her family, her own son, her duties as a mother and caretaker, and her marital vows along with risking blackmail and prison, but in the heat of the moment, it all makes sense.
(Short version: submissive MILF actively pursues her son's sadistic bully, hoping to convince him of the delights of owning his own slave-girl. Consequences ensue.)
Broken by the Religious Police
Some places, like the middle east, are dangerous for a woman to travel alone. That goes double for a closeted submissive. My character was transferred by her company to oversee a new plant being built in a backwoods far-east nation, a place where women are considered property, and animals at best. While her diplomatic status buys her exemption from local rules, she's been warned to toe the line and not make waves.
Once a week, the religious police put on a demonstration in the village square. Female prisoners, convicted of offenses against morality, are publicly humiliated and tortured for the approval of the cheering crowds. Just recently a foreign "expert" trying to change their traditional farming methods was strung up and whipped before being forced to milk a "cow" (actually a big-cocked stallion) with her hands and mouth; they burned her passports and identification, and she was given to a local farmer as a slave. They say she's working his fields today, pulling a yoke like a beast of burden.
A suspected lesbian was gang-raped by the village men to cure her. Meanwhile, an outspoken feminist was buried up to her neck under an outhouse, where a long line of villagers eagerly waited their turn to relieve themselves on her upturned face. A visiting fashion model didn't even have to break any crimes: the village strongman liked the look of her, and she disappeared the next day.
Most of all, the locals despise educated women, feminists, and big-titted American bitches. I'm all three. And given my secret hungers, my desire for abuse, it's only a matter of time before I end up in serious trouble.
(As a variation, we could run this with my character and her employees at the new office, all American men who are living like god-kings in this place. They've gotten accustomed to seeing women as slaves, and that includes the new boss, who isn't going to ruin their fun.)
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