A-Well-Behaved-Pup
Moon
- Joined
- May 3, 2022
The Prompt––
I find Alpha-Omega worlds quite fun (especially mixing with fantasy races, particularly various kemonomimi what with the animal aspect) so a RP with this being a integral part of the culture sounds like a good time to me, and if you feel the same, then please, I hope you'll give the rest of this thread a read!
What to know about me––
How often Can I reply?
Sometimes I can do several posts in a single day, even for concentrated hours at a time, and sometimes, I'll only get one reply out every 9 days. It depends on the chaos of real life, but if it's ever more than 10 days I will check back in because I am all about open communication.
What is my writing style and preference?
I consider myself literate, perhaps even advanced literate, and am looking for the same. I enjoy both visual and emotional details and have a (average) range from 350-800 words per post except in the beginning where I am a bit more wordy due to setting up the scene and characters. I am looking for those whom would describe themselves the same way.
Any base level things I need in order to be down to write a story?
Yes, that would be these things;
Alpha-Beta-Omega world
Romance (I have a lean towards some level of dubious, but consensual is welcome too, I just want passionate overall)
Size difference where MC is smaller
Muscular x Curvy pairing with MC as curvy
YC giving MC clitorial stimulation when expecting her to orgasm in a scene
Dominant x Submissive dynamic (at least sexually, if not also a 24/7 dynamic) with MC as the submissive
Detailed Aftercare (Including for Dom character if my writing partner wishes it)
Praise Play
Compatible writing styles (See my examples at bottom)
Some plots to get started! (Feel free to tell me your original ideas too though. I use 'he/him' in place of YC but be aware that I also welcome trans women/cis women characters as long as they are dominant and heavily muscular.)
The Mutt and The Wolf––
Modern setting. Werewolves.
Packs have been full blooded for centuries, it's a part of survival, and pride, to only procreate with others blessed of the moon. Yet, as the lunar fanged have evolved alongside humans, the guarantee of lineage is no longer certain. In one such instance, the 'mixed breeding' had resulted in the birth of the first omega of a renowned pack in generations. A blot on the grandeur of their clan, however, instead of being subsumed by their indifference, or hidden away to be forgotten, She is chosen to be the mate of a very consequential alpha.
A Royal's Carnal Shame––
Medieval fantasy.
Those born under the crown are alpha. Among the small-folk, the chances of being anything are possible regardless of parentage, but not among royalty, for it is their birthright to be of commanding blood, it is a part of why those families rule, blessed by the gods, however, in one family, in the first time in history, an omega princess is born.
The king desperately tries to keep this secret, the realm unaware of this anomaly, hiding his shame and putting off betrothing he in favor of keeping this embarrassment to pedigree under wraps. Unfortunately, the knight assigned to protect the princess, discovered her secret, but, that's alright, he doesn't plan to tell anyone...for she is now -his- princess.
To Own The Boss's Daughter––
Modern. Office romance.
The CEO did not want a personal secretary, he found it to be unnecessary, having someone do some mediocre job and hover around him all the time, however, this woman to be hired was not just some temp, but the daughter to the owner of the whole corporation, the top shareholder, so, even with his alpha status so apparent it might as well have been tattooed on his forehead, there was not much he could do about it but accept taking on the employee.
Then, when he discovered that the heiress of such a acclaimed business man is an omega, and her scent smells as though it was created for him and him alone, as dangerous as it is, he decides the perks of her now outweigh what was to be the downsides. The responsibilities of her job quickly change to whatever suits her boss, her mate.
Kinks:
No! Full Stop! These are non-negotiable, I won't even entertain an intro message if it involves one of these
Writing Examples: One long post, One average length post
I find Alpha-Omega worlds quite fun (especially mixing with fantasy races, particularly various kemonomimi what with the animal aspect) so a RP with this being a integral part of the culture sounds like a good time to me, and if you feel the same, then please, I hope you'll give the rest of this thread a read!
What to know about me––
How often Can I reply?
Sometimes I can do several posts in a single day, even for concentrated hours at a time, and sometimes, I'll only get one reply out every 9 days. It depends on the chaos of real life, but if it's ever more than 10 days I will check back in because I am all about open communication.
What is my writing style and preference?
I consider myself literate, perhaps even advanced literate, and am looking for the same. I enjoy both visual and emotional details and have a (average) range from 350-800 words per post except in the beginning where I am a bit more wordy due to setting up the scene and characters. I am looking for those whom would describe themselves the same way.
Any base level things I need in order to be down to write a story?
Yes, that would be these things;
Alpha-Beta-Omega world
Romance (I have a lean towards some level of dubious, but consensual is welcome too, I just want passionate overall)
Size difference where MC is smaller
Muscular x Curvy pairing with MC as curvy
YC giving MC clitorial stimulation when expecting her to orgasm in a scene
Dominant x Submissive dynamic (at least sexually, if not also a 24/7 dynamic) with MC as the submissive
Detailed Aftercare (Including for Dom character if my writing partner wishes it)
Praise Play
Compatible writing styles (See my examples at bottom)
I'm really into MC being a 'puppygirl', aka a design where she is human with puppy ears and tail, I don't -need- it when bumping this thread, but those whom are willing to let me add this element will get top priority with me in the plotting process
Some plots to get started! (Feel free to tell me your original ideas too though. I use 'he/him' in place of YC but be aware that I also welcome trans women/cis women characters as long as they are dominant and heavily muscular.)
The Mutt and The Wolf––
Modern setting. Werewolves.
Packs have been full blooded for centuries, it's a part of survival, and pride, to only procreate with others blessed of the moon. Yet, as the lunar fanged have evolved alongside humans, the guarantee of lineage is no longer certain. In one such instance, the 'mixed breeding' had resulted in the birth of the first omega of a renowned pack in generations. A blot on the grandeur of their clan, however, instead of being subsumed by their indifference, or hidden away to be forgotten, She is chosen to be the mate of a very consequential alpha.
A Royal's Carnal Shame––
Medieval fantasy.
Those born under the crown are alpha. Among the small-folk, the chances of being anything are possible regardless of parentage, but not among royalty, for it is their birthright to be of commanding blood, it is a part of why those families rule, blessed by the gods, however, in one family, in the first time in history, an omega princess is born.
The king desperately tries to keep this secret, the realm unaware of this anomaly, hiding his shame and putting off betrothing he in favor of keeping this embarrassment to pedigree under wraps. Unfortunately, the knight assigned to protect the princess, discovered her secret, but, that's alright, he doesn't plan to tell anyone...for she is now -his- princess.
To Own The Boss's Daughter––
Modern. Office romance.
The CEO did not want a personal secretary, he found it to be unnecessary, having someone do some mediocre job and hover around him all the time, however, this woman to be hired was not just some temp, but the daughter to the owner of the whole corporation, the top shareholder, so, even with his alpha status so apparent it might as well have been tattooed on his forehead, there was not much he could do about it but accept taking on the employee.
Then, when he discovered that the heiress of such a acclaimed business man is an omega, and her scent smells as though it was created for him and him alone, as dangerous as it is, he decides the perks of her now outweigh what was to be the downsides. The responsibilities of her job quickly change to whatever suits her boss, her mate.
Kinks:
- Dubious
- Pet play (Collar, Leash, Head-pats, Obedience, Training, Pampering, etc..)
- Size difference (MC smaller, YC larger and muscular)
- Consensual
- Pheromone play (Alpha hormones having a light hypnotizing effect, and omega hormones causing carnal crazes and urges)
- MC being given and following orders (and praised for it)
- Sappy romance/Love making
- Rough sex
- Soft-domination
- Oral (giving and receiving)
- Biting
- Hunting/Chasing/Take-down
- Aphrodisiacs/pheromones
- Clitoral Stimulation
- Light bondage
- Aftercare as descriptive as the kink scenes
- Force rooted in affection
- Hand-over-throat (Without air-play)
- Ownership (from YC towards MC)
- The term 'Good Girl' and 'Good Puppy'
- MC being pinned down and firmly but carefully manhandled
- Tit-fucking
- Throat fucking
- Obsession
- MC forced to orgasm (especially through cunnilingus.)
- Breast/Nipple play
- Primal Play
- Prey/Predator
- Praise
- Dom/Sub
No! Full Stop! These are non-negotiable, I won't even entertain an intro message if it involves one of these
- Full Non-con/Cruelty/Heartless domination
- Death (except for the rare -plot- related reason towards side characters)
- Incest
- Breath play (Except during deep-throating due to its very nature, but even then, the breath aspect should not be a focus on YC's end)
- Scat/Throw up/WaterSports
- Objectification
- Degradation (Examples; The terms 'Whore, slut, bitch, cum dump, and fuck toy' and words of that vein, -all- count as degradation to me)
- Humiliation (Some humiliating things might technically happen considering the pet play is technically dehumanizing, but I don't want YC to specifically frame it in his mind as wanting to humiliate her)
- Cheating/Non-monogamy
- Intense sadism
- Steampunk/cyberpunk
- Characters under 25
- MC being a dominant
- Intro pm's lacking detail or suggestions to help get the plotting going, I need something to work with or my muse just won't be able to come alive.
Writing Examples: One long post, One average length post
Her ears were in a continuous flap as though the floppy canine lobes were trying to take flight as he uttered dirty compliments and commands to 'speak up', though she assumed it was the noises from her throat that he wanted to better hear.
Luna could feel the outside of her throat bulging ever so slightly due to the prodding, a phallic bump appearing and moving to and fro from the inside of her neck, the 'ULP ULP ULP' sound only perforating the air with greater vigor, her watering eyes releasing tears from the deep friction and the spittle of her drooling stimulated full mouth splattering around her lips and wetting his pelvis further.
Her lungs tightened as this completely cut off her air supply, her whole hourglass form trembling as she sat before him, the stress in her face dizzying and yet there was something about it that was setting her vanilla and honey form on fire.
The 'puppy's' wide hips shifted in her kneeling-ish position and her dense thighs clenched against her throbbing button of arousal which was flinching and wiggling, brought on by her own oral exercise.
Her head was feeling so dizzy as she stayed so deep in bobbing on him.
Luna coughed harshly against Rivan's member, her pearl pink lips stretching even wider in hopes of getting a little gulp up air somehow into her esophagus to aid her endeavor, the forceful push of air reverberating all around her Master's balls deep cock and shaking it in a tight squeeze.
With that Luna leaned into the wooziness, her fingers flexing, continuing to rub and press into his testes with affection, her actions seasoned with new vigor from his husky and lewd tumbling of words, gurgling on his shaft, the sound getting louder and louder.
Luna's form began to twitch, her chest seething in agony as she was running on it's last bit of air, her pulse thundering around her face as all the blood seemed to rush up to her overexerted throat, the tight walls being rubbed and prodded, his length grazing along her larynx vigorously, all the tears and spit that was sprinkling from her face striking not only his pelvis and family-jewels but even a bit of his thighs, his crotch a absolute soaking mess. Her spittle collecting down in her palms allowing the massage of his testes to be slippery.
She felt every muscle in her voluptuous body convulsing, begging for her to take a full breath, feeling she might go limp, her mind wavering and consciousness feeling as though it might abandon her.
"GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK"
The friction against his girth slide uuuup and doooown his pillar, stroking him back and forth with the wet silk of her throat in rapid undulations. Coasting to his tip and down back to his base rapidly with each gagged noise echoing around them like lewd theme-music to the carnal activity.
Luna could feel the outside of her throat bulging ever so slightly due to the prodding, a phallic bump appearing and moving to and fro from the inside of her neck, the 'ULP ULP ULP' sound only perforating the air with greater vigor, her watering eyes releasing tears from the deep friction and the spittle of her drooling stimulated full mouth splattering around her lips and wetting his pelvis further.
Her lungs tightened as this completely cut off her air supply, her whole hourglass form trembling as she sat before him, the stress in her face dizzying and yet there was something about it that was setting her vanilla and honey form on fire.
The 'puppy's' wide hips shifted in her kneeling-ish position and her dense thighs clenched against her throbbing button of arousal which was flinching and wiggling, brought on by her own oral exercise.
Her head was feeling so dizzy as she stayed so deep in bobbing on him.
Luna coughed harshly against Rivan's member, her pearl pink lips stretching even wider in hopes of getting a little gulp up air somehow into her esophagus to aid her endeavor, the forceful push of air reverberating all around her Master's balls deep cock and shaking it in a tight squeeze.
With that Luna leaned into the wooziness, her fingers flexing, continuing to rub and press into his testes with affection, her actions seasoned with new vigor from his husky and lewd tumbling of words, gurgling on his shaft, the sound getting louder and louder.
Luna's form began to twitch, her chest seething in agony as she was running on it's last bit of air, her pulse thundering around her face as all the blood seemed to rush up to her overexerted throat, the tight walls being rubbed and prodded, his length grazing along her larynx vigorously, all the tears and spit that was sprinkling from her face striking not only his pelvis and family-jewels but even a bit of his thighs, his crotch a absolute soaking mess. Her spittle collecting down in her palms allowing the massage of his testes to be slippery.
She felt every muscle in her voluptuous body convulsing, begging for her to take a full breath, feeling she might go limp, her mind wavering and consciousness feeling as though it might abandon her.
"GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK GLUK"
The friction against his girth slide uuuup and doooown his pillar, stroking him back and forth with the wet silk of her throat in rapid undulations. Coasting to his tip and down back to his base rapidly with each gagged noise echoing around them like lewd theme-music to the carnal activity.
Even though the wavy haired damsel hadn't lifted her eyeline when he assured that clarification was welcome, she could -feel- his grin aimed at her, a bit playful and teasing, at least that was the sensation. That blush felt hotter and her closed lips made a bit of a squiggle line...-almost- a smile, though with a quiet clearing of her throat she pointedly kept her mind on-target.
When given an opening to comment on the specifics of body-writing, the idea of 'Rivan' on her form felt...nice.
She glanced to the left, her head was tilted, so her eyes were no longer covered by the curtain of her fringe, so he could see her more clearly, but she hadn't tamed her pupils enough to look his way just yet...especially as he was looking into hers, "I...your name, and 'mine' and things like that are...ok but...I think I've seen examples before, when I was looking on the internet...I-I don't want 'slut' or 'cum dump' or...or anything that involves 'name calling', of the harsher sense, written on me...or, spoken to me, frankly."
As the burly lawyer spoke, she took the opportunity to reach for the contract, she had written the 'need more details' parts in pencil, while her initials were in pen already.
She erased it over body writing, and put LK instead.
Trained? She frowned as she continued erasing the pencil as they were going over things.
Well...yea...that made sense.
She swallowed, some of the butterflies in her stomach turning into wasps. The words 'bad girls' visibly made her wince, something...entirely upsetting about misbehaving to the point he would ever...think of her as such, and some of that anxiety bubbled, though, 'good girls get treats' was like cool water on a small burn, soothing and directly applied to the place of harm.
She almost felt herself hover over discipline...the idea of disappointing him to the point he needed to punish her...honestly feeling like with what happened to Sunshine, being punished might be the first thing on the docket...and though she was feeling some queasiness mixing with the lust, she couldn't deny him the clearest kink appropriate for this deal...or run from her consequences if he decided that was the first course of action...
It was scary...but, even with quivering fingers she signed her initials beside it in clear lettering, though she didn't feel up to adding anything at the time, a bit worried her voice would go trill and it might make him question if she could handle this.
Suddenly her head ducked dramatically, completely hiding behind her layered tresses, the second 'puppy' hit her ear drums for the earthy eyed one's mouth. Her shoulders jolted and her thighs clamped down together as though to keep her 'pearl' in check and tamed. She bit her tongue so she wouldn't moan.
He hadn't even fucking touched her yet, however when that terminology, even if teasing, left his husky voice it was as if he put his finger tips on her spine and draaaaagged them down to her rear.
Luna tried to recover fast, lifting her head, with the back of her fingers over her mouth, but that ruddy complexion had -completely- over taken her face to the point her eyes were close to watering.
She could almost hear her voice ask, 'is that a bad thing?' in reference to the 'greedy' comment, but she could also feel it about to come out in a mewl, like her insides were preemptively getting ready to go through a change to best suit her new life.
Again, alarming, so she bit her tongue and nodded, just trying to get through the conversation as her blood was being heated to a boil.
She was eased to know that 'public' did not mean 'audience', just an 'almost audience'...'risky' behavior, essentially...new and intimidating, but that fantasy...she-she had actually sorta had before...
Another explanation that went forth without comment, her other elbow resting on the table to help keep her upright as she wrote again beside the words, 'LK.'
She had pushed it back to him as she finished, and he...signed...and then presented back for a last once over.
Anything else for this section?
Her hand instinctively reached for the hem of her skirt.
Could she do it?
Well...she could at least...add the kink part?
Luna shyly pulled the two parchments from her skirt, though she tried to hide one of the papers against her lap with the table obscuring it, and she looked at the other crinkled sheet.
Was this too much? She already made all those addendums...
Was being 'greedy' the same as being a 'bad girl'?
...She dug her nails into her palm as her fists balled, before finally laying her own list on the table, smoothing the wrinkles out and then sliding it over, "I...I got...weirdly specific for...some of mine...I just...I just thought...I'm not sure. I just thought...maybe? So those are my...suggestions."
Her little hand snatched itself back as the words were there for him to read, feeling vulnerable as her fingers balled up her other list...arguably the one she wanted most but was still hesitant to share, against her velour lap.
She was no paralegal, but she attempted to word herself in some sort of professional manner, it read as thus;
Kink:
--Praise
--Biting/Bite marks, especially on the neck
--Dog toy shaped gags
--Pet is allowed to choose color of her leash
--Sweater sex once a month.
Pet is give over-sized comfy sweater and stockings to wear and that stay on during the activity, though can be pulled up and down at leisure for play. Can involve choking/dirty talk/anal/pet play/toys, but must forgo other roughness during this one activity, and must include praise.
At the bottom half of the paper, there were paragraphs, several, with the wordsscratched out, it seemed she had written, and re-written, this last one a few times...not sure if she could explain it...before finally she settled for bluntness.
It read:
--Forced Orgasm.
When Master sees fit for pet to receive an oral or fingering orgasm, pet must be held down and restrained, at least on a semi regular basis. Depending on Master's comfort, pet may be allowed to resist as he forces the orgasm through her. "Resist" -only- permits wriggling, crawling away, and gently pushing.
The pet will not; hit, scratch, kick, bite, or yell, unless Master expressly wishes it.
Frankly that was probably the harsher of kinks...in fact it almost bordered on con-non-con...and it was...-actually- a kink for her.
It materialized years ago. She found time and again how the men she dated were all too eager for her to perform talented feats with her tongue, but when it came to reciprocation, she felt like she was asking them to perform a chore, or they actually showed signs of full on dislike...making her ashamed to want to feel pleasure too, almost training that guilt into her.
It got to the point some who even half-heartedly offered later in life, caused her to start rejecting and avoiding even implying.
Most of her relationships consisted in either her not cumming at all, or her using her own hand to get herself off while her boyfriend at the time used her body.
Then one day while going through porn, she had come across a pussy-eating video, where the girl started getting over stimulated, and was pushing away as she writhed, her hand on the guys shoulders as she squirmed...and the man's fingers locked over her stomach, digging the heels of his palms into her pelvis... and kept her hostage until she squirted over his lips...and even then he didn't stop until the liquid finished it's gushing.
The idea of someone wanting her to finish so. badly. that they would see to it no matter what? that -they- would 'insist' upon it?...it was hard for her to -not- fall for the idea, even with the dubious nature in practice and how taboo it felt.
It was a little humiliating to bring up, her fingers flexed and she almost reached for the paper again to quickly take her pen and scratch that paragraph out too, but, it was in Rivan's hands now, and though it wasn't in writing, she was rather sure taking anything from him without permission was a punishable offense.
So...she waited.
When given an opening to comment on the specifics of body-writing, the idea of 'Rivan' on her form felt...nice.
She glanced to the left, her head was tilted, so her eyes were no longer covered by the curtain of her fringe, so he could see her more clearly, but she hadn't tamed her pupils enough to look his way just yet...especially as he was looking into hers, "I...your name, and 'mine' and things like that are...ok but...I think I've seen examples before, when I was looking on the internet...I-I don't want 'slut' or 'cum dump' or...or anything that involves 'name calling', of the harsher sense, written on me...or, spoken to me, frankly."
As the burly lawyer spoke, she took the opportunity to reach for the contract, she had written the 'need more details' parts in pencil, while her initials were in pen already.
She erased it over body writing, and put LK instead.
Trained? She frowned as she continued erasing the pencil as they were going over things.
Well...yea...that made sense.
She swallowed, some of the butterflies in her stomach turning into wasps. The words 'bad girls' visibly made her wince, something...entirely upsetting about misbehaving to the point he would ever...think of her as such, and some of that anxiety bubbled, though, 'good girls get treats' was like cool water on a small burn, soothing and directly applied to the place of harm.
She almost felt herself hover over discipline...the idea of disappointing him to the point he needed to punish her...honestly feeling like with what happened to Sunshine, being punished might be the first thing on the docket...and though she was feeling some queasiness mixing with the lust, she couldn't deny him the clearest kink appropriate for this deal...or run from her consequences if he decided that was the first course of action...
It was scary...but, even with quivering fingers she signed her initials beside it in clear lettering, though she didn't feel up to adding anything at the time, a bit worried her voice would go trill and it might make him question if she could handle this.
Suddenly her head ducked dramatically, completely hiding behind her layered tresses, the second 'puppy' hit her ear drums for the earthy eyed one's mouth. Her shoulders jolted and her thighs clamped down together as though to keep her 'pearl' in check and tamed. She bit her tongue so she wouldn't moan.
He hadn't even fucking touched her yet, however when that terminology, even if teasing, left his husky voice it was as if he put his finger tips on her spine and draaaaagged them down to her rear.
Luna tried to recover fast, lifting her head, with the back of her fingers over her mouth, but that ruddy complexion had -completely- over taken her face to the point her eyes were close to watering.
She could almost hear her voice ask, 'is that a bad thing?' in reference to the 'greedy' comment, but she could also feel it about to come out in a mewl, like her insides were preemptively getting ready to go through a change to best suit her new life.
Again, alarming, so she bit her tongue and nodded, just trying to get through the conversation as her blood was being heated to a boil.
She was eased to know that 'public' did not mean 'audience', just an 'almost audience'...'risky' behavior, essentially...new and intimidating, but that fantasy...she-she had actually sorta had before...
Another explanation that went forth without comment, her other elbow resting on the table to help keep her upright as she wrote again beside the words, 'LK.'
She had pushed it back to him as she finished, and he...signed...and then presented back for a last once over.
Anything else for this section?
Her hand instinctively reached for the hem of her skirt.
Could she do it?
Well...she could at least...add the kink part?
Luna shyly pulled the two parchments from her skirt, though she tried to hide one of the papers against her lap with the table obscuring it, and she looked at the other crinkled sheet.
Was this too much? She already made all those addendums...
Was being 'greedy' the same as being a 'bad girl'?
...She dug her nails into her palm as her fists balled, before finally laying her own list on the table, smoothing the wrinkles out and then sliding it over, "I...I got...weirdly specific for...some of mine...I just...I just thought...I'm not sure. I just thought...maybe? So those are my...suggestions."
Her little hand snatched itself back as the words were there for him to read, feeling vulnerable as her fingers balled up her other list...arguably the one she wanted most but was still hesitant to share, against her velour lap.
She was no paralegal, but she attempted to word herself in some sort of professional manner, it read as thus;
Kink:
--Praise
--Biting/Bite marks, especially on the neck
--Dog toy shaped gags
--Pet is allowed to choose color of her leash
--Sweater sex once a month.
Pet is give over-sized comfy sweater and stockings to wear and that stay on during the activity, though can be pulled up and down at leisure for play. Can involve choking/dirty talk/anal/pet play/toys, but must forgo other roughness during this one activity, and must include praise.
At the bottom half of the paper, there were paragraphs, several, with the words
It read:
--Forced Orgasm.
When Master sees fit for pet to receive an oral or fingering orgasm, pet must be held down and restrained, at least on a semi regular basis. Depending on Master's comfort, pet may be allowed to resist as he forces the orgasm through her. "Resist" -only- permits wriggling, crawling away, and gently pushing.
The pet will not; hit, scratch, kick, bite, or yell, unless Master expressly wishes it.
Frankly that was probably the harsher of kinks...in fact it almost bordered on con-non-con...and it was...-actually- a kink for her.
It materialized years ago. She found time and again how the men she dated were all too eager for her to perform talented feats with her tongue, but when it came to reciprocation, she felt like she was asking them to perform a chore, or they actually showed signs of full on dislike...making her ashamed to want to feel pleasure too, almost training that guilt into her.
It got to the point some who even half-heartedly offered later in life, caused her to start rejecting and avoiding even implying.
Most of her relationships consisted in either her not cumming at all, or her using her own hand to get herself off while her boyfriend at the time used her body.
Then one day while going through porn, she had come across a pussy-eating video, where the girl started getting over stimulated, and was pushing away as she writhed, her hand on the guys shoulders as she squirmed...and the man's fingers locked over her stomach, digging the heels of his palms into her pelvis... and kept her hostage until she squirted over his lips...and even then he didn't stop until the liquid finished it's gushing.
The idea of someone wanting her to finish so. badly. that they would see to it no matter what? that -they- would 'insist' upon it?...it was hard for her to -not- fall for the idea, even with the dubious nature in practice and how taboo it felt.
It was a little humiliating to bring up, her fingers flexed and she almost reached for the paper again to quickly take her pen and scratch that paragraph out too, but, it was in Rivan's hands now, and though it wasn't in writing, she was rather sure taking anything from him without permission was a punishable offense.
So...she waited.
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