Fx Male Cruelty Galore -- Hardcore Femdom Cravings [NSFW]

[Siph]

Although I've thoroughly enjoyed playing gentle and excitable dommes over the past -- who knows how many -- years, there's another side of me that wants to play a dominatrix at the complete opposite end of the spectrum: the type that's arrogant like she owns the world, demanding like the whole world isn't yet enough, and most of all, cruel and sadistic without an inkling of remorse.

Naturally, this calls for a smut-heavy and likely short-term scenario heavily featuring themes of humiliation, degradation and objectification; this could easily have a non-consensual angle, but I'd prefer to avoid 100% rapey dynamics. Instead, I'm aiming for a dub-con approach, where the sub wants or enjoys at least part of his treatment: perhaps he got way more than he bargained for, agrees with it in hopes to earn her affection, or, despite his resistance, does have a masochistic side to him after all.

As the tag on this thread suggests, I'm primarily interested in an FxM pairing, though I could be convinced to play with another gender.



Style, Pacing and Boring OOC Details
By this point I have close to a decade of writing experience, the vast majority of which has come from roleplay. I've RPed within MMOs for years, ranging from impromptu quickies to military operations that lasted the whole day; I've GMed events and led guilds, but nowadays I prefer the relaxed nature of one-on-one plays with an emphasis on character dynamics. Suffice to say I like writing, and like to think I'm quite good at it, but that's no excuse for me to stop learning and trying new things: I love new challenges, exploring new ideas, and simply learning new words from my partner's messages.

In real life, as far as I have one, I'm a recent-ish university graduate who spends most of her day applying for doctoral positions, making my schedule fairly flexible but hectic at times.

Style-wise, I exclusively RP in third person perspective and prefer past tense because I always mess up present tense. I do not like strict emote length requirements, as I think it's best to just write as much as is appropriate, but I've noticed I tend to go for three or four paragraphs per post, and easily more in a slower-paced RP with less direct interaction. I enjoy visuals, but much more for the sake of inspiration than as exact faceclaims. I often send my partners references to give them an idea of e.g. my character's outfit or hairstyle, but none of them supersede descriptions in the RP itself, nor will I ever send you an image and tell you that that is exactly what my character looks like. I also strongly prefer drawn artwork over photographs of real people.

I've come to prefer doing so over Bluemoon's PM system, but I'm also open to play on a thread here if you're into it. I do have a Discord I share upon request, but considering how infrequently I use it I generally prefer planning over PMs too -- please do not contact me if you're just going to ask for my Discord handle.



Kinks, Likes and Limits
On to the tasty bits. Below I've listed a menu of kinks I'd love to see in this kind of RP, and how I generally like them to be prepared. None of them are mandatory, but given the fetish-heavy nature of this scenario, we probably wouldn't be a good match if none of them whet your appetite.

Appetizers & Sides

These are on the relatively soft side of how depraved things can get. I put them first because there are many ways of going about them and should give a general idea of the vibe I enjoy.

Clothing & Outfit Play
Literally anything outfit-related. Nudity is so boring! I love everything from military uniforms to classy dresses, to tight corsets, to dainty swimsuits. I love writing and reading how characters are dressed, down to the jewelry in their ears and ribbons in their hair. In dom/sub dynamics, I especially adore contrasts between the two: a finely dressed lady dominating a boringly naked man, or a submissive that works his hardest to act as eye-candy for her dominant who's still in her pyjamas.

Oral Fixation
Generally I love playing the giving end of oral sex, regardless of the genitals my character's mouth is on; however, given how bad I am at playing the receiving end, I have a hard time imagining any tongue-between-legs action in this scenario. Instead, I put this under the more general header of anything oral-related. Gags, kisses, drool: if there's at least one pair of lips involved, I'm probably down for it.

Tease, Denial, Edging
What's a more sinful expression of power than controlling someone's pleasure? What's a better way to push your sub's limits than to coax him with the promise of release? Even if we don't go as far as full-time chastity, there's bound to be some blue balls regardless.

Feet & Footgear
In a way, an extension of my clothing fetish: high heels, boots, stockings, tights, and yes, even bare feet. Perhaps bare skin isn't so boring after all, if it's combined with oral worship, or if it's literally shoved in your face. I would however prefer them to be relatively clean.

Main Courses

The more out-there ones, which I'd like to play a central role in the RP. I've found that kink-heavy scenes work best if we pick one of these and use it to plot our RP around, but I'm sure there are ways to combine multiple into an interesting scenario.

Cock & Ball Torture
One of the main reasons I want to play my supersadist opposite a male submissive: because he has stuff between his legs that'd be a waste to not torment.

(Small) Penis Humiliation
I'm not necessarily into the whole "you're too small to be useful" thing, but I do enjoy other forms of humiliation directed towards the male private parts: pointing it out whenever it shows a reaction to his treatment, tease him when he can't get it up, or punish him when it won't go down. This works especially well in combination with CBT and denial kinks.

Kicking & Trampling
A particularly sadistic variation of my general-purpose foot fetish. Obviously also goes well with the CBT main course, and any other body part.

Breath Play
Smothering, choking, strangling, and whatever else is breathtaking.

Bondage
Anything from cutesie cuffs to elaborate shibari to the heavy-duty latex stuff. If you're particularly fond of the latter, I also invite you to check out one of my old request threads that's all about heavy bondage.

Desserts

A few side notes, soft limits and hard limits.
Blood & Gore
Although my interest in painplay should be obvious by now, I'm not particularly interested in graphic gore. If things go so far that blood is spilled and permanent damage is caused, I'd much rather focus on the psychological humiliation and degradation upon receiving such recklessly destructive torment, and not so much on the physical details.

Bad Ends
Given the not-so-consensual nature of the scenario, it's almost inevitable that the submissive will be worse off by the end of it. This may involve permanent physical damage (see above) or even death, but if that's not your thing, no worries. Mentally, there could be a theme of corruption, addiction and pushing boundaries that your chararacter never thought he'd run into. My character's sadism will leave a mark on yours, in one way or another.

Anything that Goes Down the Toilet
Urine, feces, vomit and goldfish; I'd rather keep things hygienic and not involve these.

Realism
There's a good chance we'll end up with a scenario that no normal person would realistically get into. Still, whether our RP takes place in a dark fantasy or twisted modern setting, I'd like some degree of realism and relatability. Our characters are people and still have to abide to the laws of what makes "sense" in their world. This excludes "DeviantArt-tier kinks" like same-size vore, blueberrification, and similar things that made you go "what does that mean?" when you first saw it on F-list.

That said, I'd rather avoid deep dark themes of trauma, dysmorphia and similar mental health issues. I RP for entertainment first and foremost, and those topics are too heavy for me to comfortably play around with.

Thank you for making it this far! If any of this caught your interest, please feel free to send me a PM and we'll see if we can cook something up together. Even if you have something in mind that I haven't listed but think I might enjoy, don't hesitate to ask! I'm always happy to talk about common interests.

Writing Samples

To give a taste of my writing style and the types of (dominant) characters I like to play, I've taken a couple of excerpts from past RPs. If you could send me a sample of your writing as well, that'd of course be appreciated too!

The apartment was small, with no indication the resident was magically gifted in any way. Perhaps the only hints were the burnt up candles on the counter on the left, or the books and notes strewn on the desk beneath the window, but for which it was too dark to read. Against the other wall, opposite the kitchenette, stood a bed just large enough for two people; the scent he'd picked up lingered there the heaviest, but it was still too faint to be the source itself.

That seductive, sex-starved source of pent-up lust, however, was easily traced down the corridor leading to the flat's exit, flanked by an almost disproportional closet space. Light poured from underneath the door facing the wardrobe, as did that sweet smell Varus was after. . . as did a dozen other, equally sweet but much stronger aromas. Roses. Lilies. Lavender, even mint, all carried by hot steam that turned wet as it reached his face.

For humans, the mixture was nearly as enticing as what attracted demons like him . . . for a nose that was so honed to seek out one thing, though, it was most likely annoying, if not obnoxious.

Varus was spared the decision to face the olfactory overdose, as the unlocked door swung open the instant he called out. For a moment, the small figure that stepped out was frozen, only briefly interrupted to reach for the light switch. It was a girl, obviously; even with a towel wrapped from her armpits halfway down to her thighs, it was hard to miss the curves of her hips, let alone those of her chest that kept the makeshift robe from falling.

Big eyes -- their purple hue finally a clear sign this wasn't an ordinary human -- gaped at the incubus for the time she was silent, while her half-open mouth gradually shifted from an O of confusion to a grin in the shape of a sideways D.

It had worked! Lilith had no idea why it had taken half an hour, or why she'd never read this could take that long, or honestly what she'd done differently from the past six times, but it worked!

"Are you real?" she asked with enough excitement that there was only one acceptable answer. "Does it usually take that long for summons to work? Aren't you cold like that?" With her initial shock over, the girl seemed to have forgotten all safety measures -- and etiquette -- when it came to literal hellspawn, jumping around him like a child with a new, big toy. "Can you move this or is it like a dog?" A fingertip on his tail. "Oh, you should get slippers, you're probably really loud when you walk." Eyes darting from his hooves to his hair, a hand brushing through it. "Open your mouth! Open your mouth! Are they pointy?" Before he could think of complying, her gaze had already drifted somewhere else, inevitably finding the shadow cast between his legs. "Huh . . ." she said as she looked up at him, her lips curling in mischief.

"Are you excited already?"​

"Huuhh . . ." For the first time since George had walked in, even if for a fraction of a moment, the woman at the other side of the room resembled the girl who'd proclaimed her favourite kind of seafood to be fish-shaped pralines. Those doe-like, but magically vibrant eyes, and that innocent expression as she digested what seemed like a mind-shattering revelation; that was the Erin Snowfield he'd seen a thousand times before.

With a borderline clueless aura like that, anyone else would've looked awkward in a dress like hers, as if her manager had forced her into it. Bare shoulders, a flounce that covered her biceps and chest, but was cut in a V that couldn't hide her cleavage entirely. A black fabric that was both flawlessly dark and shiny, almost sparkly, reaching no farther than halfway down her thighs, where just the right angle allowed a peek at the garters of her stockings. There was a maturity to it all, an elegance, that worked in perfect harmony with both Erin's adorably ditzy and undeniably talented image -- like how the stylish grace of two rings at her left ankle, one gold and one silver, was balanced out by the carefree way in which they were intertwined.

She hadn't been forced into it and dolled up to pull it off; if anything, it'd been shaped, adjusted and complemented in the only way it deserved to pull her off. It could almost be intimidating, if you looked at it too closely, if it hadn't been for that airheaded look on her face . . .

Which lasted for no longer than it took her to blink, even if a trace of it remained on her lips. "So . . . They just gave you a fan quiz, and picked whoever got the highest score?"

So that was what Lily had been cooking up. She knew she'd been planning something behind her back, but hadn't cared enough to investigate it any further -- now that she'd thrown her this last bone, however, Erin wasn't sure if she ought to be disappointed or impressed. Was this hopelessly desperate or wildly creative?

Weren't there any labour laws against this?

She could feel, briefly, a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. Ironic, how the most clueless person in the room was the most likely to know.

"Mh . . ." For the first time in forever, too, her eyes were on him. Not near, or through, but on George. Acknowledged him, properly, for the first time in his life.

Whether it was desperate or creative, she couldn't deny Lily's resourcefulness: if there was anyone who'd put up with her, it'd be a fan. The type of person who'd take her attention as payment alone, and wouldn't mind getting no attention at all if it meant he could breathe the same air as her. Of course, there was a plentiful supply of candidates, too, even if tapping it all the time could prove risky in the long term.

Erin blinked, and rested her chin on the ball of her thumb. That this was the most promising candidate Lily had found, however, was a disappointment. She knew she had admirers like these, and that they made up a large portion of her fanbase, actually, even if she rarely saw them in person. Given how much potential Lily's idea had had, though, it was a shame she hadn't found someone less than twice her age.

"But aside from that, like, knowing my favourite ice cream, you don't have any real talents?" The words would've been bitter if her voice hadn't been so sweet.​

 

[Siph]

Refurnished the place a little bit to invite new guests.​

 

[Siph]

Little bump before I head to bed. I haven't yet had the chance to reply to everyone that messaged me, but I'll get to that soon.​