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Moving back home always had a bit of shame, right?
Usually, people thought once they had moved out things in life could only go up! It was that one common experience amongst most people, even. Such was no different from Jacob Cannon; once he turned twenty-one, with a simple job at hand, he moved out into a humbly-crappy apartment and thought life was going to only get better. However, account in some economic hardships around the world, a lost job, credit card line building up and a few other mishaps, the dirty blonde had to return home. Deep down, he was grateful for his mother, Amber, for allowing him to move back in with loving open arms!
...
That was three years ago...
Sure, he got a new job- one working from home in the hopes of killing the credit card line he built up, and maybe one day getting back out there, but...he got comfortable along the way. No rent, was awesome, right? Jacob helped with groceries and other smaller things around his mother's house, and mostly kept to himself in his room out of respect for his mother....Or, so it seemed.
With so much time home, and online, it was only a matter of time that someone like Jacob: someone, not super anti-social, but thrived better online, to start dwelling more and more of this extended free time into porn and other addictive behaviors. A particualr bad habit formed, after learning of those with a similar like: stealing panties; though, in this case, not just anyone's, but his own mother's. When she would go out, to be with her friends or work, or anything, Jacob would wander into her room and search for a pair to take. Hours spent sniffing and rubbing himself with them. at first, he was mindful- never to actually cum in them. They shared a washer and dryer, and it would be a tricky time trying to clean them in his own laundry.
A grave mistake was made one fateful day, when snooping into her room, Jacob discovered a new pair. A pink thong! Lacy, with an almost see-through nature to the pair of underwear. Never had he seen such in her dresser before, and such made this particular pair so much more exotic to him. And, as bad habits dictated, he stole the thong and went back into his room. Unable to really hold back, a thick load was blown into the pink lacy cotton underwear! In a panic it was tossed under his bed, and he hoped for a day he would have more time alone to try and wash it.
However, fate had different plans for him…
WHAP!
Amber's palm snapped out, connecting against the exposed orbs of her son; the impact echoing in the room, as she stood before him. It was late, and the simple sweats he had on were pulled down enough, all while she held the cum crusted thong in her other hand. Her eyes narrowed at him, as she shook her head. "I have half a mind to kick you out, after this!" Her voice was steaming, filled with a genuine sense of anger too.
"Gwaaah..!" Gasping out, as yet another slap came! Sweating, and hunching over a little, the dirty blonde shook his head. "W-wait, please..! I can explain!"
……
Hello!
Thanks for clicking on this!
As the post suggests, I am searching for a partner interested in a mother-son new dynamic; one where, she takes his perverted nature into her own hands and controls. From her good graces spoiled and perverted, she figures its best to at least control her kinda-good-for-nothing son's bad manners. That said, it seems she's also just as perverted deep down, and now has him in the palm of her hand.
Once she discovers his bad habits, a few new rules are implemented into the household:
While her over-all personality can be up to a possible partner, with the new life in their house, she will be a mean, constantly teasing, edging figure to Jacob going forward. Her word is law in the house now, and she can't help but love edging her misbehaving son further and further. Makes her feel great, in a few ways. It grows further and further, becoming a need to fully control and change his life into her image and thoughts. Once she gets the taste, she doesn't want him to escape.
Amber's look is up for discussion!
I intend to write as Jacob: a sorta loser, twenty-four year old, with a bad panty fetish. So much it got him in trouble, and now he lives a different life. Forced to stay naked while home, and now edged and teased by his mother at any moment of the day, he has to focus rather intensely not to orgasm now. One accidental orgasm, and he could be kicked out!
Ideally, I'd love to write in Inbox messages, if this catches anyone's interest!
Kinks:
Usually, people thought once they had moved out things in life could only go up! It was that one common experience amongst most people, even. Such was no different from Jacob Cannon; once he turned twenty-one, with a simple job at hand, he moved out into a humbly-crappy apartment and thought life was going to only get better. However, account in some economic hardships around the world, a lost job, credit card line building up and a few other mishaps, the dirty blonde had to return home. Deep down, he was grateful for his mother, Amber, for allowing him to move back in with loving open arms!
...
That was three years ago...
Sure, he got a new job- one working from home in the hopes of killing the credit card line he built up, and maybe one day getting back out there, but...he got comfortable along the way. No rent, was awesome, right? Jacob helped with groceries and other smaller things around his mother's house, and mostly kept to himself in his room out of respect for his mother....Or, so it seemed.
With so much time home, and online, it was only a matter of time that someone like Jacob: someone, not super anti-social, but thrived better online, to start dwelling more and more of this extended free time into porn and other addictive behaviors. A particualr bad habit formed, after learning of those with a similar like: stealing panties; though, in this case, not just anyone's, but his own mother's. When she would go out, to be with her friends or work, or anything, Jacob would wander into her room and search for a pair to take. Hours spent sniffing and rubbing himself with them. at first, he was mindful- never to actually cum in them. They shared a washer and dryer, and it would be a tricky time trying to clean them in his own laundry.
A grave mistake was made one fateful day, when snooping into her room, Jacob discovered a new pair. A pink thong! Lacy, with an almost see-through nature to the pair of underwear. Never had he seen such in her dresser before, and such made this particular pair so much more exotic to him. And, as bad habits dictated, he stole the thong and went back into his room. Unable to really hold back, a thick load was blown into the pink lacy cotton underwear! In a panic it was tossed under his bed, and he hoped for a day he would have more time alone to try and wash it.
However, fate had different plans for him…
WHAP!
Amber's palm snapped out, connecting against the exposed orbs of her son; the impact echoing in the room, as she stood before him. It was late, and the simple sweats he had on were pulled down enough, all while she held the cum crusted thong in her other hand. Her eyes narrowed at him, as she shook her head. "I have half a mind to kick you out, after this!" Her voice was steaming, filled with a genuine sense of anger too.
"Gwaaah..!" Gasping out, as yet another slap came! Sweating, and hunching over a little, the dirty blonde shook his head. "W-wait, please..! I can explain!"
……
Hello!
Thanks for clicking on this!
As the post suggests, I am searching for a partner interested in a mother-son new dynamic; one where, she takes his perverted nature into her own hands and controls. From her good graces spoiled and perverted, she figures its best to at least control her kinda-good-for-nothing son's bad manners. That said, it seems she's also just as perverted deep down, and now has him in the palm of her hand.
Once she discovers his bad habits, a few new rules are implemented into the household:
- Jacob is no longer allowed to wear clothes, while home. To assure he is behaving and not masturbating so often. However, if she feels like it, she can command him to wear a pair of panties only. Of course, if he has to go out for any reason, he is allowed to wear clothes.
- No cumming without permission. Amber feels he had proved that he can not be trusted, and so- he is allowed when and if Amber says so.
- If Jacob breaks any of these rules, he will be kicked out. (This may be a lie, to keep him in check, but the power in such a rule, she loves it,)
- His paychecks now also go to his mother; furthering his trapped nature in her house.
While her over-all personality can be up to a possible partner, with the new life in their house, she will be a mean, constantly teasing, edging figure to Jacob going forward. Her word is law in the house now, and she can't help but love edging her misbehaving son further and further. Makes her feel great, in a few ways. It grows further and further, becoming a need to fully control and change his life into her image and thoughts. Once she gets the taste, she doesn't want him to escape.
Amber's look is up for discussion!
I intend to write as Jacob: a sorta loser, twenty-four year old, with a bad panty fetish. So much it got him in trouble, and now he lives a different life. Forced to stay naked while home, and now edged and teased by his mother at any moment of the day, he has to focus rather intensely not to orgasm now. One accidental orgasm, and he could be kicked out!
Ideally, I'd love to write in Inbox messages, if this catches anyone's interest!
Kinks:
- General Kinks:
- Third Person writing, Hand-holding, Femdom. Naked Male, Clothed or Naked Female. Dom side slowly taking more, and more control. Orgasm Control/Denial. Chastity cages. Blindfolds/bondage/gags/Panties used as gags. Cock and Ball Torture/Play. Risk of being seen. Public Teasing. Edging/stimulation play. Pegging. Forced Cross-dressing. Feminization. Sounding. Wedgies/Bully like things. Rewards and Punishments. Hentai/Porn World Logic being used. Panties in general And more!
- Orgasm control/Denial- Prolonged denial is always fun to me. Even the more unrealistic elements. A cock cage being on for long periods, if on always after a point.
- Forced to say things like, 'Yes ma'am" and other forms of respect.
- Bullying: Name calling, and playful insults. Wedgies in panties. Love the terms, "Slitty" referring to a cock in a cage, "Leaking" referring to pre-cum oozing out of a caged cock too.
- Transformations:
- -Feminization/Sissifacttion. Perhaps Amber even starts using Hormones and altering his body more and more, as means to control him.
- Identity/thought control.
- Open to other forms of transforming.
- CBT- All sorts, from the basic slapping, kicking- to more unusual. Balls being used as a foot rest. Humblers used. Leashes tied around balls and led about. And so on!
- Hentai/Porn logic: Sillier things like, Cum being pushed back down a dick and it causing the balls to swell a little.
- Panties: Big Panty fetish. So, things like panties showing, when someone bends down, upskirts, whaletails, are all fun to me.
- Blood/Gore/Vore. Musk/Bad-Body Smells. Dirty Body Parts. Hyper-sizes of any sort. In Terms of CBT-popping, or parament damage.1st Person writing. Poop/Piss/Bathroom Kinks/Diapers. Cuckolding. Low-effort messages like, "Hey, I'm interested"
It was wrong, wasn't it?
Plotting in general, against anything or anyone was most of the time just wrong. Jacob Canaan knew this deep down, he really did. Hell, he had lived across the hallfrom Brandi in their crappy apartment complex for about three years now. Some mornings, while they both were starting their own respective days and duties that followed, they'd greet one another, and make small playful jabs at their landlord or the conditions of their apartments. For a while, it was just casual sort of interacting with one another.
Jacob was, on paper just any other guy. Went to work, every day, tried to stay up on bills, and sometimes gamed witn the 'boys' late in some nights. He even enjoyed the occasional Lego-set collecting. Though, deep down. He was, a bit of a pervert. His kick? Women's panties. All styles, and cuts-they all interested him. Often browsing pages online about the simple glimpses of a waistband showing above someone's pants, or someone squatting down and her pants sagging just enough to show a tease. Of course, watching porn more directed in those elements too. The dirty blonde fantasized about panties often, throughout his days. Part of him hoped a co worker might accidentally let a slip of their panties show....His fetish stayed mostly to himself, until one day...when coming home around the same time as Brandi, she happened to bend over. It wasn't her fault, a package was left at her door, and Jacob was also wandering up the stairs. The sight of a bright red thong flashing above her jeans' waist was graced in his sight and that started it...
Wondering what other styles she wore. Part of him started to crave another sight-hell...more! Their scent, to him was probably emaculate! Of course, this never could come up in conversation but those perverted thoughts grew and grew...and he started to plot how he might actually get a pair from her...
It was wrong...
But, he did what he thought was 'right' in preparing: buying a ski mask and a new hoodie...Waiting for when she went to work, and acted! Using an old credit card as a means to fiddle with the locks of her front door, he forced his way into her apartment, her home. Like him, Brandi lived alone. Like some shark on land, he circled the apartment's living room, before aiming towards her bedroom. Inside the room, whatever perfume she wore filled his nostrils. Her scent, suddenly was so intoxicating to Jacob, with every step. Eyeing a dresser and all so ready to see what waited. Every step, found him harder and harder-more craving into those perverted thoughts that clouded his mind. As his hands pulled the dresser drawer open, he was probably as hard as could be- but that's when it happened.
Something, strange. Something unplanned for...
From behind, a foot came hard and swiftly up!
The bare foot top, slammed directed between his own lands, slamming against his balls under his jeans. It was in that moment, that mixture of not only pain, but a strange sudden euphoria rushing through his being! The kick had someone how forced the dirty blonde to blow his load; thick ropes spraying into his boxers, at the moment of impact. Hazel eyes bounced to the back of his skull, as such a pitiful moan left his lips before for Jacob, everything went bright. He dropped to the ground, out cold just like that...
Never even getting a proper glance into her dresser, as Brandi stood in her own bedroom door way, shaking her head...
____________________________________________________________
Hello, hello!
By all Porn-logic, a typical break-in plot results with the intruder getting what they want, and probably more. Here, I'd like to craft a story around it going in favor of the resident of said home/apartment. The unlucky hero of this tale, is: *Jacob Canaan. A twenty seven year old, who lives alone and an almost normal life. Everyone has their dirty thoughts and fantasies, he just made the mistake of giving too much into his, and betraying the trust of his neighbor, Brandi.
Brandi_Last name open still in progress!_ As a twenty eight year old, once thought Jacob was just a kind, if not socially awkward neighbor. Now, walking in and seeing someone attempting to open her dresser and discovering it was him, has to make up her mind on what she wants to do. Of course, for this, she won't turn to the police.
I am looking for a partner, anyone open, to write as Brandi, with her new found situation. For this, I do like the idea, she keeps him within her apartment for a while. Perhaps initially punishing him for his misdeeds, but maybe she grows to enjoy having someone around. Maybe it turns more sadistic- indulging perhaps with his panty feisty slowly and giving him too much. We can go to a more slightly dark element with this, Jacob becoming a prisoner in her apartment. Someone she keeps to sexually torture. Of course, if a possible partner has any thoughts on this, more than open to hear them~
Kinks:
Plotting in general, against anything or anyone was most of the time just wrong. Jacob Canaan knew this deep down, he really did. Hell, he had lived across the hallfrom Brandi in their crappy apartment complex for about three years now. Some mornings, while they both were starting their own respective days and duties that followed, they'd greet one another, and make small playful jabs at their landlord or the conditions of their apartments. For a while, it was just casual sort of interacting with one another.
Jacob was, on paper just any other guy. Went to work, every day, tried to stay up on bills, and sometimes gamed witn the 'boys' late in some nights. He even enjoyed the occasional Lego-set collecting. Though, deep down. He was, a bit of a pervert. His kick? Women's panties. All styles, and cuts-they all interested him. Often browsing pages online about the simple glimpses of a waistband showing above someone's pants, or someone squatting down and her pants sagging just enough to show a tease. Of course, watching porn more directed in those elements too. The dirty blonde fantasized about panties often, throughout his days. Part of him hoped a co worker might accidentally let a slip of their panties show....His fetish stayed mostly to himself, until one day...when coming home around the same time as Brandi, she happened to bend over. It wasn't her fault, a package was left at her door, and Jacob was also wandering up the stairs. The sight of a bright red thong flashing above her jeans' waist was graced in his sight and that started it...
Wondering what other styles she wore. Part of him started to crave another sight-hell...more! Their scent, to him was probably emaculate! Of course, this never could come up in conversation but those perverted thoughts grew and grew...and he started to plot how he might actually get a pair from her...
It was wrong...
But, he did what he thought was 'right' in preparing: buying a ski mask and a new hoodie...Waiting for when she went to work, and acted! Using an old credit card as a means to fiddle with the locks of her front door, he forced his way into her apartment, her home. Like him, Brandi lived alone. Like some shark on land, he circled the apartment's living room, before aiming towards her bedroom. Inside the room, whatever perfume she wore filled his nostrils. Her scent, suddenly was so intoxicating to Jacob, with every step. Eyeing a dresser and all so ready to see what waited. Every step, found him harder and harder-more craving into those perverted thoughts that clouded his mind. As his hands pulled the dresser drawer open, he was probably as hard as could be- but that's when it happened.
Something, strange. Something unplanned for...
From behind, a foot came hard and swiftly up!
The bare foot top, slammed directed between his own lands, slamming against his balls under his jeans. It was in that moment, that mixture of not only pain, but a strange sudden euphoria rushing through his being! The kick had someone how forced the dirty blonde to blow his load; thick ropes spraying into his boxers, at the moment of impact. Hazel eyes bounced to the back of his skull, as such a pitiful moan left his lips before for Jacob, everything went bright. He dropped to the ground, out cold just like that...
Never even getting a proper glance into her dresser, as Brandi stood in her own bedroom door way, shaking her head...
____________________________________________________________
Hello, hello!
By all Porn-logic, a typical break-in plot results with the intruder getting what they want, and probably more. Here, I'd like to craft a story around it going in favor of the resident of said home/apartment. The unlucky hero of this tale, is: *Jacob Canaan. A twenty seven year old, who lives alone and an almost normal life. Everyone has their dirty thoughts and fantasies, he just made the mistake of giving too much into his, and betraying the trust of his neighbor, Brandi.
Brandi_Last name open still in progress!_ As a twenty eight year old, once thought Jacob was just a kind, if not socially awkward neighbor. Now, walking in and seeing someone attempting to open her dresser and discovering it was him, has to make up her mind on what she wants to do. Of course, for this, she won't turn to the police.
I am looking for a partner, anyone open, to write as Brandi, with her new found situation. For this, I do like the idea, she keeps him within her apartment for a while. Perhaps initially punishing him for his misdeeds, but maybe she grows to enjoy having someone around. Maybe it turns more sadistic- indulging perhaps with his panty feisty slowly and giving him too much. We can go to a more slightly dark element with this, Jacob becoming a prisoner in her apartment. Someone she keeps to sexually torture. Of course, if a possible partner has any thoughts on this, more than open to hear them~
Kinks:
- General Kinks: Femdom, Orgasm control/denial. (Ruined, forced, abandoned orgasms.) Bondage, Face sitting. Ballbusting/CBT. Clothed Female/clothed or naked Male. Blindfolds. Someone being tied/bound for long periods of time. Chastity cages. Footjobs/under the table teasing footise. Boob jobs. Sounding. Bullying. The Slow Grow of Loving One's New Dominance (For Brandi).
- Panties. From simple slips, and letting them show, whale tails, wedgies. All sorts of styles and such. Pantyhose too!
- Scent play- Not in the likes of farts or anything. But her perfume, and such.
- Ballbusting. Again, big kink of mine- in all forms too. Really wish for this kink to be included.
- Forced Stockholm's syndrome; the longer she has him trapped in her apartment, the more he will long to remain.
- Feminization. Forced cross dressing/femizing. Possible hormone use.
- Using his fetish against him. Over stimulating with panties.
- And probably more!
- First person writing. Blood/Gore. Scat/Bathroom kinks/Diapers. Fisting. Cucking. Low-effort messages. Maledom. Castration
Quietly, a slight squeak of the wheel of a silver wheelchair let out. The nurse behind the chair held onto each handle properly, and paced gently forward. Her hair, short and orderly, the brunette color complimented the slight tan of her skin well. Every nurse within this Facility wore the same pink scrubs; however, the option to wear an ankle long skirt was permitted to all, but most opted to wear the pink pants instead. Added onto this particular nurse's attire was two latex black gloves.
Beyond the slight squeak of the wheels, there was a small tapping-like sound with every full rotation of the wheels. On the outside with the nurse, and her 'patient', the source of the tapping could not be seen- it was what laid under the blanket over the patient's lap that truly held the answer. Where he sat, a small cut out existed right under his testicles and allowed them to hang through. Under the seat of the wheel chair, through a series of cogs and smaller wheels, a small pink hammer spun when the wheels of the chair fully rotated- when they did, the hammer would calmly meet the 'patient's most sensitive orbs.
Resulting in the quiet, occasion:
WHAP!
One would imagine, the 'patient' seated in the chair would be making some sounds, groans and grunts; that too was thought of. Beyond the simple blindfold over his eyes, his mouth was stuffed with the Nurse's preferred gag type: her own underwear. Any sounds he did make were muffled to an extend and overshadowed by the squeaks of the wheelchair itself, or the tapping of the Nurse's own shoes as she paced and directed him down the hall. The blanket over his lap, also hid another form of treatment be stilled upon him- the phallus he owned was strained and tensed and at its full erection. Added with the sounding rod left within his shaft, it was impossible to relax and return to a flaccid state.
"Don't worry Mr. Williams, we're almost to the examination room, to determine your full treatment plan~" There was almost a sing-sung nature to her words.
There is a delicate line between bliss, and torture. Between heaven, and hell. Such a delicate line to ride. Where such lines exist, is mostly unknown to general populous. For those emitted into Madam Katherine's 'Smile Again' Institute. For those on the outside, it was merely a medical facility designed to help those who a masturbation addiction. One could be emitted in, for any level of the addiction, or recommended by a love one or family. All possible patients are screened and observed before their treatments are designed. Once a proper program of treatment was thought of, the new patient would be fully emitted into the Institute with visitations planned well in advanced, but none were allowed visitors for the first six months of treatment.
The main tactic that those who work at Madam Katherine's Smile Again Institute use was something left unknown to the public. Rather than simply cut cold turkey or ween someone away from their addiction, their method was a little more intense. An orgasm, self indulged or otherwise, was a rather powerful tool. Therefore, refusing to allow one to have such- was even stronger. Mixed with the means of pushing someone to the brink of one, every day during their stay, however never allowing them to achieve such, was the strongest tool one could use against an addict.
Other tools were also permitted for treatment and use by the nurses, such as the increased number of aphrodisiacs given to a patient- if such was required. Chastity devices, for those who were able to handle the medical edging and denial. Harsher methods like sounding, levels of ball-treatment were also very common practice. Different nurses specialized in different styles of treatments. Straightjackets for those who could not be trusted during the nights and so on!
A new study also was in the works, focusing on the use of hormones' on individuals, and if such could result in the treatment. This was still underway, of course, but some Nurses were allowed to try such with any patient assigned to them. Concepts of 'Sissifiaction' were also on the table, in the hopes of helping some men.
Rumors have it, the Institute will soon start taking in sexual deviants, and criminals for recovery !
---------------------------------------------
So, if it is not clear, the setting is a sorta Alyssum type hospital- designed for the most intense edging and orgasm denial of its patients. A place, almost no one wants to be forced into! This world works off a slight dub-con type baseline; those administered into the Institute can be done so against their wills. Some are ordered in court, some are 'tricked' into. Some are forced. For this tale, the character of Riley Williams, ideally will be trying to figure a way out of this almost nightmarish place!
My character for this idea!, Riley Williams, would be a newly inducted patient into the Institute for examination and treatment. However, I think it would be fun, if my character was admitted in falsely by someone they knew. A jealous EX who just broke up with him, a twisted sister, or someone else we think on together. However it happened, he is now within the Institute and at the mercy of whatever Nurse he is assigned to.
Alongside Riley, I also plan to write as other nurses and those who work within the Institute; since Riley is gagged and such.
Your character, my possible partner, ideally would be the Nurse assigned to my character. She could be a new Nurse, with her first patient to help, or a seasoned one with the knowledge of how to get the best results. Maybe she knows my character prior to it all, even the one who got him admitted into the Institute. Any thoughts you have, are more than welcome. Such nurses are open to be Futa, too.
Inbox messages, please!
Limits/Hard-Nos for this include:
Beyond the slight squeak of the wheels, there was a small tapping-like sound with every full rotation of the wheels. On the outside with the nurse, and her 'patient', the source of the tapping could not be seen- it was what laid under the blanket over the patient's lap that truly held the answer. Where he sat, a small cut out existed right under his testicles and allowed them to hang through. Under the seat of the wheel chair, through a series of cogs and smaller wheels, a small pink hammer spun when the wheels of the chair fully rotated- when they did, the hammer would calmly meet the 'patient's most sensitive orbs.
Resulting in the quiet, occasion:
WHAP!
One would imagine, the 'patient' seated in the chair would be making some sounds, groans and grunts; that too was thought of. Beyond the simple blindfold over his eyes, his mouth was stuffed with the Nurse's preferred gag type: her own underwear. Any sounds he did make were muffled to an extend and overshadowed by the squeaks of the wheelchair itself, or the tapping of the Nurse's own shoes as she paced and directed him down the hall. The blanket over his lap, also hid another form of treatment be stilled upon him- the phallus he owned was strained and tensed and at its full erection. Added with the sounding rod left within his shaft, it was impossible to relax and return to a flaccid state.
"Don't worry Mr. Williams, we're almost to the examination room, to determine your full treatment plan~" There was almost a sing-sung nature to her words.
There is a delicate line between bliss, and torture. Between heaven, and hell. Such a delicate line to ride. Where such lines exist, is mostly unknown to general populous. For those emitted into Madam Katherine's 'Smile Again' Institute. For those on the outside, it was merely a medical facility designed to help those who a masturbation addiction. One could be emitted in, for any level of the addiction, or recommended by a love one or family. All possible patients are screened and observed before their treatments are designed. Once a proper program of treatment was thought of, the new patient would be fully emitted into the Institute with visitations planned well in advanced, but none were allowed visitors for the first six months of treatment.
The main tactic that those who work at Madam Katherine's Smile Again Institute use was something left unknown to the public. Rather than simply cut cold turkey or ween someone away from their addiction, their method was a little more intense. An orgasm, self indulged or otherwise, was a rather powerful tool. Therefore, refusing to allow one to have such- was even stronger. Mixed with the means of pushing someone to the brink of one, every day during their stay, however never allowing them to achieve such, was the strongest tool one could use against an addict.
Other tools were also permitted for treatment and use by the nurses, such as the increased number of aphrodisiacs given to a patient- if such was required. Chastity devices, for those who were able to handle the medical edging and denial. Harsher methods like sounding, levels of ball-treatment were also very common practice. Different nurses specialized in different styles of treatments. Straightjackets for those who could not be trusted during the nights and so on!
A new study also was in the works, focusing on the use of hormones' on individuals, and if such could result in the treatment. This was still underway, of course, but some Nurses were allowed to try such with any patient assigned to them. Concepts of 'Sissifiaction' were also on the table, in the hopes of helping some men.
Rumors have it, the Institute will soon start taking in sexual deviants, and criminals for recovery !
---------------------------------------------
So, if it is not clear, the setting is a sorta Alyssum type hospital- designed for the most intense edging and orgasm denial of its patients. A place, almost no one wants to be forced into! This world works off a slight dub-con type baseline; those administered into the Institute can be done so against their wills. Some are ordered in court, some are 'tricked' into. Some are forced. For this tale, the character of Riley Williams, ideally will be trying to figure a way out of this almost nightmarish place!
My character for this idea!, Riley Williams, would be a newly inducted patient into the Institute for examination and treatment. However, I think it would be fun, if my character was admitted in falsely by someone they knew. A jealous EX who just broke up with him, a twisted sister, or someone else we think on together. However it happened, he is now within the Institute and at the mercy of whatever Nurse he is assigned to.
Alongside Riley, I also plan to write as other nurses and those who work within the Institute; since Riley is gagged and such.
Your character, my possible partner, ideally would be the Nurse assigned to my character. She could be a new Nurse, with her first patient to help, or a seasoned one with the knowledge of how to get the best results. Maybe she knows my character prior to it all, even the one who got him admitted into the Institute. Any thoughts you have, are more than welcome. Such nurses are open to be Futa, too.
Inbox messages, please!
Limits/Hard-Nos for this include:
- Blood/Gore/Vore. Musk/Bad-Body Smells. Dirty Body Parts. Hyper-sizes of any sort. In Terms of CBT-popping, or parament damage.1st Person writing. Poop/Piss/Bathroom Kinks/Diapers. Cuckolding
- Hospital-setting. Chastity cages. Orgasm control/denial. 3rd person writing. Prolonged orgasm denial/control. Edging. Femdom/Futa-Dom. Whispering, and verbal teasing. SPH. Sounding.
- Restraints. Gags/Panty gags. Blindfolds. Straight jackets.
- Ball-busting/CBT, all forms. Kicking, slapping. Stepping on. Squeezing. More unique, the better. Humblers. Leashes, etc.
- Sissification/Femnization as threats and treatments.
- Open to more, too!
"E-ermmm..."
A weak, sorta of whimper started to escape his lips while the sound of the wet-almost slurp-like sounds echoed within the single dorm room. A lube-coated hand worked fast: gliding up and down his natural length, while both of his own hands were bound behind his back; laying down on the red sheeted bed, legs slightly spread, Blake Ashford couldn't even see what was truly happening due to the addition of a blindfold wrapped around his eyes tonight. Small squirms in the response to the stimulation, like twitches and jerks in his legs danced out every few seconds, mostly when the hand reached the very tip of his dick.
"Thirty seconds to go~" Her voice basically sung, as she slid her hand down back to the base of his dick, almost bouncing off the slightly swollen orbs. Besides the bed, on her small night stand, was her phone- the stop watch app opened and the time ticking up. "We're almost there~!" Her speed started to pick up, as the final ten seconds neared! Her bright green eyes open wide, studying his body's reactions- she was essentially no longer sitting on the chair , but standing before Blake! "Don't you dare cum! You know what will happen if you do~" She sung, as the time finally reached their goal:
Two minutes.
At that second, her hand instantly let go, cutting off all stimulation. Blake in return, gasped, air being stolen from his lungs as his back arched on the bed. The race of stimuli suddenly stopping and dying off burning through his nerves and body so intense, his hips bucked a few times. But, as she commanded, he did not spill a single drop.
Not wasting a moment, she leap onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her lips stealing a long sloppy embrace with his own- not even bothering to remove the ribbon around his arms, or the blindfold over his eyes. Natasha Antonova couldn't help it, smiling once their lips broke. "You did so well~ " Her praise lingered, while her eyes turned and spotted the pink tube like device on the nightstand besides her phone. "But, let's clean you up and back in, shall we~?"
Still exhaling, trying to regain a normal sense of breathing, Blake nodded ever so softly...It wasn't like he had much of a real choice in the manner. He did, but it was complicated! In a good way....
Still, sometimes he wondered how he got here...
.....
Three Months Earlier....
Now as a twenty-one year old, starting his second year of University, Blake was determined to reinvent himself. Freshmen year was kinda... not the best. Attempting to be the 'Cool, silent anime protagonist' but in real life was not the most beneficial move when starting not only college but living away from home. To say it was more back-firing than anything would be an understatement. He did not make many friends, people laughed at him, and his 'social status' was not any better than he was hoping. A summer away, back home and what not, it was enough time to self reflect and be determined to be at least normal this year!
What better way, than to simply talk to a girl first day of the new semester? Confidence was important after all. And there was someone he already had in mind, a woman who had established a bit of a reputation freshmen year: Natasha Antonova: Member of the Track team, but more importantly-
She turned down everyone who had asked her out last year. Men, women, everyone! All for different reasons, or sometimes it was just straight, 'No."
And, the rumors around Natalia began to swarm all throughout last year. Some rumors were just coping about being rejected, some the imagination running wild, others just curious about her. Blake on the other hand? Eh, it did not matter much than. Now? Well, it still did not! This year, he would at least attempt to go out with her, hell- he'd simply just attempt to talk to her! And so, the first day Track met, he waited. Sitting in the bleachers, and watching the practice unfold, he minded his own business- checking his phone and what not, so he didn't seem like he was just watching the team so intensely. When practice ended, he made his move.
Natasha, with her red brunette hair tied back was slowly pacing away, when he came from behind. "Hey, excuse me, Natasha do you have a minute?"
Stopping, she turned and rose a brow.
"I know its the first day and everything, but would you like to go out sometime?" A simple and direct approach! His stomach was in twists and knots simply uttering these words, he even swore he felt a bit of sweat around his forehead, but Blake kept his face as calm as it could be. He expected the 'No thanks' to follow swiftly, and that was okay. He had talked- kinda, if one considered one question talking to someone, to her and that was good enough. However, his heart sunk when she responded.
"Hmmmm, maybe. Walk and talk with me?" She gestured with a small nod to follow her, and Blake was stunned. His own light blue eyes blinked curiously, and she was already walking, so he had to be a little hasty to follow and catch up. Those around the encounter, were also caught off guard. Eyes blinking and widening in confusion.
...
Following her to outside the locker rooms, Blake felt the sweat run down his face more. Natasha turned, and glanced down both sides of the hallway, before offering him a look. "You seem cute, and I'm willing to give you a shot- but you should know, " and suddenly there was some hesitation in her voice, some worry almost. Blake wasn't sure what it was, but he was already slightly nodding as a small sign of reassurance.
"I have terms and conditions, if that makes sense. To be blunt- I want to control you and your orgasms." She suddenly stated.
Keeping a look on her, Blake titled his chin a little. "Oh?....
"I know what I want, and it might sound weird but I'm not kidding around. If you agree, and listen, I'm more than happy to go on dates, and such. Of course, you can back out whenever you want." Natasha added, before looking into his eyes.
And that's how it started...
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Hello!
Thanks for reading! This prompt is based off a Doujin series I enjoy a lot and the basic concept is here from there, but with our own characters, and setting. Basically, a slight loser, of sorts, asks a girl out at his university in his attempts to better his confidence and learn to be less of a loser, and she agrees! Just turns out, she's a closeted pervert with her own desires and this slightly Femmy-boy is exactly what she was looking for! ~
Blake Ashford, our 'protagonist' of sorts, a twenty-one year old second year at Uni. Standing around five foot six, he has bright blonde hair and light blue eyes. Taking more after his mother, his cheeks were softer and rounder, a small nose. His hobbies include: Gaming, and watching anime, but along with sketching and doodling and archery.
I am looking to write as Blake, as my main character for this idea.
Natasha Antonova, our other protagonist. Twenty-one, and a member of the University's track team for fun- not for a scholarship. She has a more natural tan to her skin, and emerald green eyes; she often adds red highlights to her middle of the back length brunette hair. Standing five foot five, with a toned build, she loves to run and do track. Deep down though, she's a slightly perverted individual. Longing to control someone's body and orgasms. She dreams one day of feminizing someone to her heart's content, and loves the idea of teasing someone.
I am looking for a partner to write as Natasha.
Our story would start, perhaps where the prompt started or could be right after Blake agrees to her conditions. Things ideally would be a slow start- meeting up after classes, and edging of sorts. But eventually, she starts to push things more. Locking Blake in a chastity cage- prolonged edging sessions, dress up dates, and so on. Of course though, she is beyond loyal to her Blake. She might wear the key around her neck a lot, and still be hit on by others but she turns them down. As long as Blake keeps up his end of things, she is only set on him. She might reward with a normal sort of date sometimes too, or a more perverted one.
Of course, open to ideas to be tossed in, as well.
In terms of Kinks, and Likes:
A weak, sorta of whimper started to escape his lips while the sound of the wet-almost slurp-like sounds echoed within the single dorm room. A lube-coated hand worked fast: gliding up and down his natural length, while both of his own hands were bound behind his back; laying down on the red sheeted bed, legs slightly spread, Blake Ashford couldn't even see what was truly happening due to the addition of a blindfold wrapped around his eyes tonight. Small squirms in the response to the stimulation, like twitches and jerks in his legs danced out every few seconds, mostly when the hand reached the very tip of his dick.
"Thirty seconds to go~" Her voice basically sung, as she slid her hand down back to the base of his dick, almost bouncing off the slightly swollen orbs. Besides the bed, on her small night stand, was her phone- the stop watch app opened and the time ticking up. "We're almost there~!" Her speed started to pick up, as the final ten seconds neared! Her bright green eyes open wide, studying his body's reactions- she was essentially no longer sitting on the chair , but standing before Blake! "Don't you dare cum! You know what will happen if you do~" She sung, as the time finally reached their goal:
Two minutes.
At that second, her hand instantly let go, cutting off all stimulation. Blake in return, gasped, air being stolen from his lungs as his back arched on the bed. The race of stimuli suddenly stopping and dying off burning through his nerves and body so intense, his hips bucked a few times. But, as she commanded, he did not spill a single drop.
Not wasting a moment, she leap onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck, and her lips stealing a long sloppy embrace with his own- not even bothering to remove the ribbon around his arms, or the blindfold over his eyes. Natasha Antonova couldn't help it, smiling once their lips broke. "You did so well~ " Her praise lingered, while her eyes turned and spotted the pink tube like device on the nightstand besides her phone. "But, let's clean you up and back in, shall we~?"
Still exhaling, trying to regain a normal sense of breathing, Blake nodded ever so softly...It wasn't like he had much of a real choice in the manner. He did, but it was complicated! In a good way....
Still, sometimes he wondered how he got here...
.....
Three Months Earlier....
Now as a twenty-one year old, starting his second year of University, Blake was determined to reinvent himself. Freshmen year was kinda... not the best. Attempting to be the 'Cool, silent anime protagonist' but in real life was not the most beneficial move when starting not only college but living away from home. To say it was more back-firing than anything would be an understatement. He did not make many friends, people laughed at him, and his 'social status' was not any better than he was hoping. A summer away, back home and what not, it was enough time to self reflect and be determined to be at least normal this year!
What better way, than to simply talk to a girl first day of the new semester? Confidence was important after all. And there was someone he already had in mind, a woman who had established a bit of a reputation freshmen year: Natasha Antonova: Member of the Track team, but more importantly-
She turned down everyone who had asked her out last year. Men, women, everyone! All for different reasons, or sometimes it was just straight, 'No."
And, the rumors around Natalia began to swarm all throughout last year. Some rumors were just coping about being rejected, some the imagination running wild, others just curious about her. Blake on the other hand? Eh, it did not matter much than. Now? Well, it still did not! This year, he would at least attempt to go out with her, hell- he'd simply just attempt to talk to her! And so, the first day Track met, he waited. Sitting in the bleachers, and watching the practice unfold, he minded his own business- checking his phone and what not, so he didn't seem like he was just watching the team so intensely. When practice ended, he made his move.
Natasha, with her red brunette hair tied back was slowly pacing away, when he came from behind. "Hey, excuse me, Natasha do you have a minute?"
Stopping, she turned and rose a brow.
"I know its the first day and everything, but would you like to go out sometime?" A simple and direct approach! His stomach was in twists and knots simply uttering these words, he even swore he felt a bit of sweat around his forehead, but Blake kept his face as calm as it could be. He expected the 'No thanks' to follow swiftly, and that was okay. He had talked- kinda, if one considered one question talking to someone, to her and that was good enough. However, his heart sunk when she responded.
"Hmmmm, maybe. Walk and talk with me?" She gestured with a small nod to follow her, and Blake was stunned. His own light blue eyes blinked curiously, and she was already walking, so he had to be a little hasty to follow and catch up. Those around the encounter, were also caught off guard. Eyes blinking and widening in confusion.
...
Following her to outside the locker rooms, Blake felt the sweat run down his face more. Natasha turned, and glanced down both sides of the hallway, before offering him a look. "You seem cute, and I'm willing to give you a shot- but you should know, " and suddenly there was some hesitation in her voice, some worry almost. Blake wasn't sure what it was, but he was already slightly nodding as a small sign of reassurance.
"I have terms and conditions, if that makes sense. To be blunt- I want to control you and your orgasms." She suddenly stated.
Keeping a look on her, Blake titled his chin a little. "Oh?....
"I know what I want, and it might sound weird but I'm not kidding around. If you agree, and listen, I'm more than happy to go on dates, and such. Of course, you can back out whenever you want." Natasha added, before looking into his eyes.
And that's how it started...
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Hello!
Thanks for reading! This prompt is based off a Doujin series I enjoy a lot and the basic concept is here from there, but with our own characters, and setting. Basically, a slight loser, of sorts, asks a girl out at his university in his attempts to better his confidence and learn to be less of a loser, and she agrees! Just turns out, she's a closeted pervert with her own desires and this slightly Femmy-boy is exactly what she was looking for! ~
Blake Ashford, our 'protagonist' of sorts, a twenty-one year old second year at Uni. Standing around five foot six, he has bright blonde hair and light blue eyes. Taking more after his mother, his cheeks were softer and rounder, a small nose. His hobbies include: Gaming, and watching anime, but along with sketching and doodling and archery.
I am looking to write as Blake, as my main character for this idea.
Natasha Antonova, our other protagonist. Twenty-one, and a member of the University's track team for fun- not for a scholarship. She has a more natural tan to her skin, and emerald green eyes; she often adds red highlights to her middle of the back length brunette hair. Standing five foot five, with a toned build, she loves to run and do track. Deep down though, she's a slightly perverted individual. Longing to control someone's body and orgasms. She dreams one day of feminizing someone to her heart's content, and loves the idea of teasing someone.
I am looking for a partner to write as Natasha.
Our story would start, perhaps where the prompt started or could be right after Blake agrees to her conditions. Things ideally would be a slow start- meeting up after classes, and edging of sorts. But eventually, she starts to push things more. Locking Blake in a chastity cage- prolonged edging sessions, dress up dates, and so on. Of course though, she is beyond loyal to her Blake. She might wear the key around her neck a lot, and still be hit on by others but she turns them down. As long as Blake keeps up his end of things, she is only set on him. She might reward with a normal sort of date sometimes too, or a more perverted one.
Of course, open to ideas to be tossed in, as well.
In terms of Kinks, and Likes:
- General Kinks:
- Third Person writing, Hand-holding, Femdom. Orgasm Control/Denial. Chastity cages. Blindfolds/bondage/gags/Panties used as gags. Cock and Ball Torture/Play. Risk of being seen. Public Teasing. Edging/stimulation play. Pegging. Forced Cross-dressing. Feminization. Sounding. Wedgies/Bully like things. Rewards and Punishments. Hentai/Porn World Logic being used. Panties in general And more!
- Orgasm control/Denial- Prolonged denial is always fun to me. Even the more unrealistic elements. A cock cage being on for long periods, if on always after a point.
- Bullying: Name calling, and playful insults. Wedgies in panties. Love the terms, "Slitty" referring to a cock in a cage, "Leaking" referring to pre-cum oozing out of a caged cock too.
- CBT- All sorts, from the basic slapping, kicking- to more unusual. Balls being used as a foot rest. Humblers used. Leashes tied around balls and led about. And so on!
- Hentai/Porn logic: Sillier things like, Cum being pushed back down a dick and it causing the balls to swell a little.
- Panties: Big Panty fetish. So, things like panties showing, when someone bends down, upskirts, whaletails, are all fun to me.
- Blood/Gore/Vore. Musk/Bad-Body Smells. Dirty Body Parts. Hyper-sizes of any sort. In Terms of CBT-popping, or parament damage.1st Person writing. Poop/Piss/Bathroom Kinks/Diapers. Cuckolding. Low-effort messages like, "Hey, I'm interested"
Lying was bad, right?
Like, everyone was taught growing up that lying was never the right thing to do, and the more someone lied the worse things could get? Perhaps such a life lesson should have been taken to heart just a bit more, for Morgan Kennedy. Seated at his desk, which was rather common now given Morgan had seen a video talking about the best budget gaming desk and what exactly to buy and so on, BOS and Steam open on one monitor, and 'Resident Evil 4 (Remake) was on the main. Oddly enough, Morgan shared a last name with the character, Leon S Kennedy from the same game he played now. Still, none of the audience he was streaming to now realized his lie. The naturally dirty blonde hair he grew was long, and tied off into one pony tail. Using the softer genes and facial structure he was born with, some foundation and blush, mixed with eye liner and just a hint of lip-gloss, Morgan presented himself as a female-streamer.
No one knew, only a few months earlier had he attempted to stream, as just himself and made no ground. Years of being noted how feminine his features were, an idea spawned after a few hours online. New accounts, new emails and so on were created as he learned basic make application. Some more girly clothes bought, and before his new couple thousand audience and followers knew it- Morgan was a new 'Gamer girl' as some in chat called him.
"Have you ever thought about cosplaying?"
-"Yeah, you totally should!"
"Maybe as Ashley?"
"Me?" Morgan scoffed a little, as the scene on screen was that of Leon and Ashley's first encounter within the game. Morgan had only really started playing the Remake due to how popular it was. That said, he had seen the 'Mouseley Graham' memes online, and used that little bit of knowledge here to help. " As Mousely Graham? Heh. Maybe!" Of course, he spoke softer, and used a voice he practiced for months to master. Clicking his tongue, as the mouse curser was dragged to the side monitor and painted nails clicked away at the pink keyboard Morgan used. 'Ashley Graham Cosplay' instantly typed into a search bar. "Not sure if my hair is light enough, but I'll look into it~" Morgan promised the chat, offering a light smile.
"Though, someone will need to be my Ada~."
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Hello!
Slightly inspired by a different streamer, this prompt is running off the concept of a male who slowly learns to cross-dress and lie, to build their own following. Of course, as any lie that grows and grows, it has to be maintained and cared for. Morgan Kennedy is our unlucky hero for such a tale! (Again, the name and mention of the RE4 Remake is simply because I've bene playing and it is rather popular to my understanding.) A single, living alone twenty-something, who has fooled a following as he cross-dresses and poses.
Though, life and such a lie slowly get harder to maintain-at least for himself. Ideally, I'd like a partner to write as a female character, who discovers Morgan's lie. This character could just be a fan, who finds out where Morgan lives. Could be another streamer, who wants to collab on something with Morgan. Someone who has a weird obsession with Morgan. This character could be a lot of options really, and if you have a thought of such, please mention such!
Still, they will learn of Morgan's lie, and slowly take over the lie. Sorta helping him maintain the appearance of a 'Gamer-girl' but now under their command and additions to make up, clothes and if we wish- body altering/changing, could be hormone based. A slowly but gradual take-over of it all. Depending on a partner's character, this could be done out of spite, out of the hope of building their own streaming career by bouncing off of Morgan, or so on!
General Likes/Kinks/Etc:
Like, everyone was taught growing up that lying was never the right thing to do, and the more someone lied the worse things could get? Perhaps such a life lesson should have been taken to heart just a bit more, for Morgan Kennedy. Seated at his desk, which was rather common now given Morgan had seen a video talking about the best budget gaming desk and what exactly to buy and so on, BOS and Steam open on one monitor, and 'Resident Evil 4 (Remake) was on the main. Oddly enough, Morgan shared a last name with the character, Leon S Kennedy from the same game he played now. Still, none of the audience he was streaming to now realized his lie. The naturally dirty blonde hair he grew was long, and tied off into one pony tail. Using the softer genes and facial structure he was born with, some foundation and blush, mixed with eye liner and just a hint of lip-gloss, Morgan presented himself as a female-streamer.
No one knew, only a few months earlier had he attempted to stream, as just himself and made no ground. Years of being noted how feminine his features were, an idea spawned after a few hours online. New accounts, new emails and so on were created as he learned basic make application. Some more girly clothes bought, and before his new couple thousand audience and followers knew it- Morgan was a new 'Gamer girl' as some in chat called him.
"Have you ever thought about cosplaying?"
-"Yeah, you totally should!"
"Maybe as Ashley?"
"Me?" Morgan scoffed a little, as the scene on screen was that of Leon and Ashley's first encounter within the game. Morgan had only really started playing the Remake due to how popular it was. That said, he had seen the 'Mouseley Graham' memes online, and used that little bit of knowledge here to help. " As Mousely Graham? Heh. Maybe!" Of course, he spoke softer, and used a voice he practiced for months to master. Clicking his tongue, as the mouse curser was dragged to the side monitor and painted nails clicked away at the pink keyboard Morgan used. 'Ashley Graham Cosplay' instantly typed into a search bar. "Not sure if my hair is light enough, but I'll look into it~" Morgan promised the chat, offering a light smile.
"Though, someone will need to be my Ada~."
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Hello!
Slightly inspired by a different streamer, this prompt is running off the concept of a male who slowly learns to cross-dress and lie, to build their own following. Of course, as any lie that grows and grows, it has to be maintained and cared for. Morgan Kennedy is our unlucky hero for such a tale! (Again, the name and mention of the RE4 Remake is simply because I've bene playing and it is rather popular to my understanding.) A single, living alone twenty-something, who has fooled a following as he cross-dresses and poses.
Though, life and such a lie slowly get harder to maintain-at least for himself. Ideally, I'd like a partner to write as a female character, who discovers Morgan's lie. This character could just be a fan, who finds out where Morgan lives. Could be another streamer, who wants to collab on something with Morgan. Someone who has a weird obsession with Morgan. This character could be a lot of options really, and if you have a thought of such, please mention such!
Still, they will learn of Morgan's lie, and slowly take over the lie. Sorta helping him maintain the appearance of a 'Gamer-girl' but now under their command and additions to make up, clothes and if we wish- body altering/changing, could be hormone based. A slowly but gradual take-over of it all. Depending on a partner's character, this could be done out of spite, out of the hope of building their own streaming career by bouncing off of Morgan, or so on!
General Likes/Kinks/Etc:
- 3rd Person Writing. Longer term Rps.
- A slow take over- I do not want the control of Morgan's life to be two messages in. A build up to such, and the characters slowly learning together.
- Femdom/Futa-dom. Male-sub. Femboys. Forced Cross-dressing. Panties. Skirts.
- Orgasm control/Denial. Totally open for Morgan's new friend to use these to control him, prolonged denial is always fun to me. A Chastity cage is even more fun.
- CBT/Ballbusting (as long as nothing is broken/popped). Light spanking. Bondage. Gags/Blindfolds. Pegging. Dub-Con. Leashes. Cum-milking. Forced/Ruined Orgasms. Sounding.
- SPH. Bullying. Wedgies are a big kink for me, too!
- A Chastity cage used to control his 'gender' and mock his private parts.
- Controlling aspects of Morgan's life. From clothing and how he acts, speaks, eats. Perhaps even some level of finical control. This new character could also eventually move in with Morgan, to further take over his life.
- Use of Hormones or other means to alter his body more.
- And more!
- Blood/Gore. Diapers/Bathroom Kinks. Musk/Bad Body smells. Male-dom. Gapping. Dirty body parts, as in uncleaned. Cuckolding/NTR. 1st Person Writing.
"Geez doc, if I would've known ya was dis big, I would have brought a bigger toy!"
Harley teased, as the slurping wet noises of the pocket pussy echoed within the large empty space of the warehouse. This marked day three, of what she considered 'Mental Stability Endurance Training'
The man, who sat-kinda- duct taped to an old wheelchair, was Arkham's latest psychiatrist.
Er...was. After her last visit to the Asylum and learning they hired some new stuff in the position she once worked, Harley Quinn couldn't help but feel for the sad sack. Life was way more interesting anywhere but there!
So, she sprung her plan into action! The slushing of lube against the Doctor's exposed junk echoed faster with her pace picking up. Suddenly it stopped when she ripped the toy from him. Given he couldn't do it himself. Yet, the clear mixture of juices, his own pre-mature juice and the lubricant she had chosen today oozed down his exposed, tensed and rather exhausted shaft. His skin glistened with the coating over it, as his cock shook in place- attempting to try and reach that state of release... A gentle finger traced one of the exposed and straining veins of the cock before her- shushing his phallus as the sly look came over her face.
"Are ya feeling it yet doc?~"
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Heya there!
Today's post, dealing with themes of transformation, and corruption as well as some orgasm control/denial and its effects, and starring one Harley Quinn!~.
My basic premise for this, is:
Harley Quinn, Gotham's infamous second Clown themed villain, figures to make a name for herself, she needs something. Joker did it, and the Big Bad Bat does it all the time- taking someone, and transforming them into the ideal side-kick! Harley realized she needed her own , sorta ! Not someone in a bird costume! Something with a better name of course! So, she goes on the hunt!
~Ideally, I would love to find a partner , who would like to write as the infamous Harley Quinn as she kidnaps some (un)lucky soul and slowly corrupts their mind, as she crafts her own version of Side-kick! This is the character, the one who becomes her side-kick, is the one I wish to write, as my main character. That results in them becoming a sissyFeminized/ like clown sidekick to her, as the duo starts problems for Gotham. Harley might see something in them, or just choose someone at random. This character in question is open for discussion, so if any thoughts on Harley's victim, due feel free to share them.
An important note though here: Harley's Kidnap victim does not have to be a new Doctor from Arkham. It was just the first thought that came to mind and so the small snippet at the top was written with such. . However, we can alter who it is. I do not wish for it to be Batman, Nightwing, or Jason Todd. No Bat-Family characters captured.
Harley's plan is pretty simple:
A slow break of their mind. Edging them every day, all day, just to leave them there, on the urge of orgasm. Never allowing them to go into the proper climax. Corrupting it, the way she needs it to be, for what she wants. Breaking their mind, to the point of a blank slate! So, she can craft the ideal person! Of course, they only need to know her touch, and her touch only; meaning, strict restrictions and rules. She's smart about these types of things, and knows what she wants. Someone to love her. And only her. Someone to serve her, and only her. Of course, if she needs help from Ivy, working on this project. I'm sure Ivy would be more than happy to help! Because, what else can they do once she takes away his orgasms?
I would love, love if Harley eventually forces her new side-kick to wear her own Jester suit, as she changes her style. The two, while one might be in sexual enslavement, cause some new trouble in Gotham!
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Kinks/Likes:
So, if you are interested in Harley crafting a new sidekick for herself, to cause problems for Gotham, let's get in touch, through Inbox messages please.
I would prefer we write in third person, as POV. Reply length and things of that nature can be discussed, if we want a set length.
Please mention kinks, limits and anything you might want added within, if you decide to send a message this way! Thanks!
Thanks for reading!
Harley teased, as the slurping wet noises of the pocket pussy echoed within the large empty space of the warehouse. This marked day three, of what she considered 'Mental Stability Endurance Training'
The man, who sat-kinda- duct taped to an old wheelchair, was Arkham's latest psychiatrist.
Er...was. After her last visit to the Asylum and learning they hired some new stuff in the position she once worked, Harley Quinn couldn't help but feel for the sad sack. Life was way more interesting anywhere but there!
So, she sprung her plan into action! The slushing of lube against the Doctor's exposed junk echoed faster with her pace picking up. Suddenly it stopped when she ripped the toy from him. Given he couldn't do it himself. Yet, the clear mixture of juices, his own pre-mature juice and the lubricant she had chosen today oozed down his exposed, tensed and rather exhausted shaft. His skin glistened with the coating over it, as his cock shook in place- attempting to try and reach that state of release... A gentle finger traced one of the exposed and straining veins of the cock before her- shushing his phallus as the sly look came over her face.
"Are ya feeling it yet doc?~"
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Heya there!
Today's post, dealing with themes of transformation, and corruption as well as some orgasm control/denial and its effects, and starring one Harley Quinn!~.
My basic premise for this, is:
Harley Quinn, Gotham's infamous second Clown themed villain, figures to make a name for herself, she needs something. Joker did it, and the Big Bad Bat does it all the time- taking someone, and transforming them into the ideal side-kick! Harley realized she needed her own , sorta ! Not someone in a bird costume! Something with a better name of course! So, she goes on the hunt!
~Ideally, I would love to find a partner , who would like to write as the infamous Harley Quinn as she kidnaps some (un)lucky soul and slowly corrupts their mind, as she crafts her own version of Side-kick! This is the character, the one who becomes her side-kick, is the one I wish to write, as my main character. That results in them becoming a sissyFeminized/ like clown sidekick to her, as the duo starts problems for Gotham. Harley might see something in them, or just choose someone at random. This character in question is open for discussion, so if any thoughts on Harley's victim, due feel free to share them.
An important note though here: Harley's Kidnap victim does not have to be a new Doctor from Arkham. It was just the first thought that came to mind and so the small snippet at the top was written with such. . However, we can alter who it is. I do not wish for it to be Batman, Nightwing, or Jason Todd. No Bat-Family characters captured.
Harley's plan is pretty simple:
A slow break of their mind. Edging them every day, all day, just to leave them there, on the urge of orgasm. Never allowing them to go into the proper climax. Corrupting it, the way she needs it to be, for what she wants. Breaking their mind, to the point of a blank slate! So, she can craft the ideal person! Of course, they only need to know her touch, and her touch only; meaning, strict restrictions and rules. She's smart about these types of things, and knows what she wants. Someone to love her. And only her. Someone to serve her, and only her. Of course, if she needs help from Ivy, working on this project. I'm sure Ivy would be more than happy to help! Because, what else can they do once she takes away his orgasms?
I would love, love if Harley eventually forces her new side-kick to wear her own Jester suit, as she changes her style. The two, while one might be in sexual enslavement, cause some new trouble in Gotham!
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Kinks/Likes:
- Femdom, Orgasm Control/Denial. Prolonged denial! Harley getting off, while her side kick is stuck, on the edge!
- Edging/teasing (lots of this please!) Teasing/edging affecting one's mind, Controlled orgasms, Ruined/forced Orgasms, Bondage/ropes, being tied up, Gags!
- Panties used as gags.
- Wedgies. Bully like kinks, wet willies, wedgies, and such. Human furniture. What makes a better seat, than a side-kick's face!
- Testicle swelling, pre-mature cum, Chastity, blue balls, Ballbusting,Power Dynamics.
- Forced feminization, mind break, identity loss, panties, face-sitting, and more!
- Transformation
- Something I'd like to focus on, when it comes to the corruption of the mind, is Harley keeping her new partner so sexually denied he has no choice but to listen to her.
- Mind and thoughts clouded, as the endless edging and teasing they go through is offered By Harley. Mind thinking, if they listen to her, maybe they will get a proper release.
- Feminization/sissification
- Identity loss/memory problems.
- Latex/Spandex! Perhaps Harley forces her side-kick to wear a spandex/latex suit like her own jester suit! (Leaving only their balls exposed to the outside world, so she can still torture them)
- A list, proper too.
- Super amounts of blood, Vore, Bathroom things, diapers, farting, fisting, musk/smelly things, body hair, pregnancy.
- Super submissive/only submissive partners.
So, if you are interested in Harley crafting a new sidekick for herself, to cause problems for Gotham, let's get in touch, through Inbox messages please.
I would prefer we write in third person, as POV. Reply length and things of that nature can be discussed, if we want a set length.
Please mention kinks, limits and anything you might want added within, if you decide to send a message this way! Thanks!
Thanks for reading!
Yeah, that was a bad title...
But, hello!
With Black Ops VI on the way, I've been going back through the other Black Ops games; finally back into Cold War and I remembered how fun the stories in this series are.
I'm the type of player, who while does also enjoy multiplayer and zombies, but boy do I love running through the campaigns. With the exception of Black Ops III's story, which isn't the worst or anything, but its my least favorite, I can go back and enjoy any of the Black Ops stories and have a blast. (Same with the other COD games.)
Black Ops VI is out, and I adored that campaign; probably the best in years! Only makes me want a lewd sort of story in such a light too.
Back in Cold War, and as my naturally perverted mind works, I was reminded of how down bad I was, for Helen Park- and thus, is rambling of words of a post was born~!
While I don't have a general idea just yet in mind, some elements I would love to include in a perverted COD-like story are:
Hopefully, this rambling of thoughts makes some sense! I would love to find a partner who would want to discuss and build a story together. Ideally, I'd love to write as a character, like 'Bell' from Cold War, who ends up being controlled by Helen and a small group, (Or a character very much like her), as they work to discover and stop some dark shadow operations behind the scenes. Totally open to writing as multiple characters, and even semi-GM type role. Ideally, a partner would be open to writing the Handler- Helen Park type character, who keeps my 'Bell' under false pretense and control. If you wish to write as more, great!
Hopefully we can craft something together, for that under the table-off the books, lewd, silly, fun!
Kinks I enjoy, and can see being used within this:
But, hello!
I'm the type of player, who while does also enjoy multiplayer and zombies, but boy do I love running through the campaigns. With the exception of Black Ops III's story, which isn't the worst or anything, but its my least favorite, I can go back and enjoy any of the Black Ops stories and have a blast. (Same with the other COD games.)
Black Ops VI is out, and I adored that campaign; probably the best in years! Only makes me want a lewd sort of story in such a light too.
Back in Cold War, and as my naturally perverted mind works, I was reminded of how down bad I was, for Helen Park- and thus, is rambling of words of a post was born~!
While I don't have a general idea just yet in mind, some elements I would love to include in a perverted COD-like story are:
- Like most of the Black Ops games involve- brainwashing, memory controlling/altering, 'The Numbers' , conditioning, MK-ultra, etc.
- Though, since this ideally a NSFW prompt, I think mixing those with some fun orgasm control/denial/torture could be real fun. Edging/denying one so long, that it allows one to re-work their mind and thoughts.
- Helen Park seems the perfect candidate to administer some orgasm control based MK-Ultra and other forms of control over someone. Be it, 'Bell' or a new character we create for our new story.
- Ideally, the Cold War era could be real fun to set something within. On top of that, a military/ covert special agent type world is also really wanted for this.
- A good mixture of the lewd, and the milsim, black-op worlds is key. No need to follow Cold War's story; unless we just want to alter it a lot.
- I do imagine this more Futa, Femboy, Women based. Not keen on having base males involved in lewd manners
Hopefully, this rambling of thoughts makes some sense! I would love to find a partner who would want to discuss and build a story together. Ideally, I'd love to write as a character, like 'Bell' from Cold War, who ends up being controlled by Helen and a small group, (Or a character very much like her), as they work to discover and stop some dark shadow operations behind the scenes. Totally open to writing as multiple characters, and even semi-GM type role. Ideally, a partner would be open to writing the Handler- Helen Park type character, who keeps my 'Bell' under false pretense and control. If you wish to write as more, great!
Hopefully we can craft something together, for that under the table-off the books, lewd, silly, fun!
Kinks I enjoy, and can see being used within this:
- Femdom/Futa-Dom. Sounding. Cock-slapping (like slapping the cock, and not a cock slapping something.) Ballbusting/CBT of all sorts Cock/ball stomping. (like stomping on those.) Switches- in terms of partners. Wedgies, bullying. Out fit control.
- Prolonged Denial. Orgasm Control/Denial. Realistic Cock Sizes. Edging/Teasing. A character never being allowed to cum properly. Ruined Orgasms, accidental orgasms. Pre-cum leaking. Blue balls/swelling blue balls. Boob-jobs. Smothering. Encasement. Bondage/leashes. Chastity cages for Futa characters.
- Alt-History, period settings, Military/Black Op themes.
- Orgasm control/ruined orgasms/orgasm denial/edging- used for memory/personality brainwashing/control.
- Open to others, too!
- Over the top Gore/Vore. Musk/Bad-Body Smells. Dirty Body Parts. Hyper-sizes of any sort. parament damage done to genitalia .1st Person writing. Poop/Piss/Bathroom Kinks/Diapers. Cuckolding. Low-effort messages
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