Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Hi all. This is a collection of prompts that revolve around a MILF with a Brazilian Butt Lift, her wimpy son and the way his bully injects himself into their lives. All characters are of legal age as indicated in the forum rules.
Opening Bits:
- Meant to be long-term.
- I do have a full time job, so availability can get limited. A message every day or two is the low-end of what to expect.
- Private Messages or Discord are fine by me. I like somewhere that we can keep notes.
- Writing style is best described as two or three paragraphs per post, though I'm of the type where sometimes you may only need a few sentences or you might need a few more paragraphs to get the story across.
- Unless otherwise requested, I will play all male characters and I'll ask that you play as the female character(s).
- I'm open to different scenarios, kinks and alterations made to scenarios
Things To Keep in Mind:
- My prompts can get pretty dark. Some RPers have described them as misery porn before. That can be pretty true, though the exact degrees depend on the setting we put in place. A firm difference I also want to establish: I don't care for gore or violence for the sake of it, I care more about the mental and emotional aspects of it.
Easy example: A judoka breaks his arm off of a throw in a competition.
What I'm not interested in is how the sound his arm made when it cracked, what direction his arm was facing, if there was anything sticking out (GROSS), nor the intricate description of the landing.
What I'm interested in is the effects. Did the pain and agony cause him to cry? Was he embarrassed because his girlfriend was in the crowd? How did having his arm in a cast negatively affect his life? After his recovery, what kind of fear did he feel when he was thrown again at his first practice? What emotion does he feel when he sees the person who threw him again? How does this affect his competitive career or hobbyist enjoyment of Judo?
References:
I tend to prefer the curvy porn-star or instagram-model look. The skinny Hollywood look is something I don't find appealing. If I can see rib-cage, they're probably too skinny.
I don't have anime references but I am okay with anime references being suggested.
NSFW Links in Spoilers
Kinks and Limits
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The Bully Pheromone and the BBL Teacher
No one really knows when it happened. The signs were there, the pace was gradual, the media chatter increased as time went on. Even then, it didn't feel like a thing to really worry about, until one day, everyone woke up and alpha male behaviour had all but evaporated.
It wasn't on purpose. It wasn't biological or chemical warfare between nation-states. It wasn't science fiction or mass genetic manipulation gone wrong. It wasn't a single successful propaganda campaign. It was too widespread of a phenomenon for it be one single, successful human plot.
The scientific community eventually came to the Perfect-Storm conclusion. Societies more tuned to sedentary behaviour, hobbies and work. Societies that are well-fed and well-pampered. Societies more socialized with politeness and boundary-respecting in mind. Societies prone to less warfare, and in turn the heroism, traumas and addictions that mold soldiers and civilians alike. Societies equipped with screens and less equipped for face-to-face interaction. Societies more interested in staying inside that going into the great outdoors. There had to be some evolutionary forces involved but to date, science was only starting to notice it.
It was the perfect storm that lowered the testosterone levels in the male population of the world to below-terminal levels. No steroid, no diet, no replacement therapy could reverse it or its effects.
The modern man had devolved into a lesser being than he once was. The average height for men worldwide fell from 5.7 inches to 5.3 inches, with a 6 foot tall man being a rarity. Muscle and physical strength declined, with a lot of men being soft, skinny or scrawny. Whereas before the male college athletes could easily wipe the floor with olympic-level women's athletes, now athleticism had dried up to the point where they struggled to keep pace with college women. Penis sizes also shrunk, with premature ejaculation and small load sizes becoming a regular thing. There was even rumours that this condition was worsening and some men couldn't cum or orgasm no matter how blue their balls felt.
Men became voyeurs and watchers. Roughhousing, crude and rude behaviour, bullying, and other competitive behaviours of men became things that men would rather watch in old media or play as in a video game rather than do in real life.
And then there was the poor women. Loveless marriages, a sexual encounter or two per decade, and visiting a sperm bank to have children became the social norm. Make-up and cosmetic surgeries accelerated to the point that it wasn't uncommon for women to get Brazilian butt lifts, breast implants and lip fillers before they were 25. The competition for the diminishing returns of the few "top" men had turned women into porn star lookalikes. And yet, the men still don't do anything about it. The men still like looking, will still jerk off to them in secret and still be intensely attracted to what they see, but it won't translate to partner-seeking behaviour. Men won't initiate, men won't catcall, or grope or do anything outside of a polite interaction or an apology for being caught looking. They've become a breed of shy and nervous losers, nice guys and beta males.
Rumours do persist that there are rare men out there who still produce testosterone. The bully pheromones they give off in this modern world are so powerful that they almost become a force of nature. They are taller, physically stronger, lengthier and meatier cocks, larger cum loads. They are rough and competitive and mean. They make others do their work for them, they take what they want from men and women alike. For the average man, the fight-or-flight responses turns into a cower-or-flight response, where just being around the rare alpha makes them uneasy and quickly prone to submitting, never coming close to fighting back or doing anything about their poor treatment. Women just can't help themselves around the alphas. The pheromone activates such a deep, primal desire in them that they'll allow the alpha to get away with anything, will perform any mental gymnastic or make any flimsy excuse to allow the behaviour while in his presence, and then wondering what happened to make her like that while out of it. It can be such an impactful experience that they'll do anything to feel it again.
The Scenario: In this setting, we will be playing in a high school
You will play as a MILF teacher who's had a Brazilian butt lift. As a woman in this world, you're almost resigned to your fate. You're porn-star hot, trying to do anything to attract a man with a little bit of fire, and just like everyone else, almost get no action. Long, dark hair, tan skinned, just over 5 feet tall. Lip filler and large BBL booty to accentuate your thin waist, and a nice little rackjob to offset it (I do have a reference available).
The thing you'd always found convenient about being a teacher is the availability of new young men. Every year, a new group comes in, giving you another shot at seeing if what you want even exists. Every day, you will wear a tight skirt and some high heels, or maybe yoga pants (especially see-through with a thong), or anything else to show yourself off. You'll be bending over at the right time, doing slow and sultry walks around class, leading them up stairs, giving them every opportunity to try something. And if, as usual, none of them do, well, at least you get to feel attractive knowing these guys are losing their minds every time they look at you. It's sad revenge but it's something.
One of the specialty classes you teach, the one that's been getting fewer and fewer students signed up every year, is Manliness Studies. It's a desperate, last-ditch hail mary (the beta world is so embedded that this term being a football reference has to be explained) to teach college-aged men to be alpha.
Your son: You forced him to enroll in the class, both as a favour to boost your numbers, and also to help him. He's very smart, a legitimate dean's list high achieving student, but he just doesn't have a manly bone in his body. He's the shortest and physically weakest student in the class.
The son's best friend. A tall (for the the modern man) beanpole, this guy was going to sign up for the class no matter what because he's been in love with you since forever. He writes cringe poetry, offers assistance immediately, brings little gifts and is overall a clueless beta nice guy.
The Bully. Where the hell did this guy come from? A bully straight out of the stereotypes of the '80s or '90s, he'll physically beat up and push guys around, womanize, catcall, grope, threaten smarter students to do his work for him. If he's an athlete, he looks like a world-beating superstar. The only reason he signed up for this class is because he should be able to sleep his way through it and still pass because he is who he is.
We can work out more details of the overall scenario and how things will progress with all these characters.
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The SMILE Camp For Dissident Females
World Setting: The overall setting is some form of authoritarian state with a fascist visual flair. We can world-build as much or as little as interested
Prompt Setting: The party line is that the SMILE Work Camp for Dissident Females is a re-education and rehabilitation center for troubled women who are having difficulty adjusting to the current party policies and order. Investigative journalists, activists, politicians, lesbians, members of banned religious orders, artists and entertainers who do not tout the party line and spies and traitors all end up here for the purposes of learning how to best fit in with society. Light physical labour with high safety standards helps to exercise their bodies while top-flight education helps to reinforce the needs and desires of the state and how these women best fit in and provide those needs and desires. Accommodations can be made for family stays, including males, at nearby quarters while these women go through the process. They go in miserable, and they leave with a smile.
In practice, this is a hard labour camp with very little safety standards, and a death camp where most of the women and none of the male family members never make it out. They sleep in various types of cages for maximum discomfort, eat disgusting gruel out of troughs like animals, suckle pig cum out of a cock-shaped bottles, are showered with cold firehoses, and then don their "work gear", which is over-the-top porn outfits (push-up bras, heels and pumps, thongs etc) to go do hard labour (mining and related) in harsh conditions, all with a Pan-Am/fake smile plastering their faces (named after Pan-American, an airline where the stewardesses were obligated by the job to fake smile). The "lucky" get to work in the kitchens, as prison enforcers, nurses etc, all while wearing hilariously porn-y uniforms and made to help with the suffering of fellow prisoners. Injuries are common, suffering is common, executions are common, fear is common.
And that's not even counting the staff leadership
The characters: There will be two main characters to shape the overall roleplay. The main antagonist will be the male character running the prison, who is someone I'll play. The character you will play will be the overall protagonist.
I'll play The Warden, the only male in the entirety of the camp. I'm a cruel and heartless man, seeing the prisoners as my personal harem, using and disposing of them as I want and need. Elaborate group exercises, forced (and botched) plastic surgeries to increase "productivity", executing prisoners husbands/families in front of them as they orgasm, raping the injured in the low-stocked infirmary, making mothers choose which daughters live and which don't. All regular, psychologically damaging activities that my character revels in. He is obsessed with cleanliness, even after he's made "messes" all over others. He is not particularly competent, leaving you to do the lions share of the administrative duties. The only things he excels at is his depravity and exploiting situations for his own benefit. His physical design is something we can build together.
You will play as be the Assistant Warden, the most buxom, busty, naturally beautiful woman in the camp (I picture someone like Angela White, but you're welcome to suggest others), accentuated by the alterations made to your state uniform (the only woman allowed to wear one in the camp) to show off your goods. While I may be cruel and heartless, you are the most hated person by the prisoners because you are a fellow woman who has been untouched by plastic surgery, are allowed to show facial expressions other than a smile, and are the one who actually performs the horrifying acts at my beck and call. You carry a single shot pistol to perform executions with, you hold the women in place while I have my way with them. You're the arms who perform my every depraved and disturbing acts and the voice that praises me for it, and you've gotten so good at reading my moods and interests that a lot of the time you react before I have to tell you.
What no one knows is that your position is also the one that creates the most fear and paranoia. You're responsible for my morning blowjob and titfuck, you're responsible for taste-testing my food for poisons, you're responsible for my pleasure and affection and praising my character even if I show you none in return. Unbeknownst to you, I'm also using you to absorb all the psychological pain and torment from committing such heinous acts, almost like a psychological damage sponge. It would be very easy to label you a dissident and replace you if someone who looks a little better, a little younger, performs more than you shows up, so heated jealousy of other women is almost ingrained into your position.
It's up to you how you want to play her. Why is she stationed at this camp? Was she originally a prisoner who caught the eye of the Warden? Is she playing along for survival and equally suffering for each deed? Is she slowly starting to enjoy her role? Is she evil and wants to "replace" the warden in the role, being sweet to his face but thinking sadistic thoughts of how to dispose of him? Is she part of a resistance movement? There's many angles that are available. Is she actually the Warden but some kind of blackmail or some other situation is forcing her to be the "Assistant" to the Warden?
We can use references or develop more characters for the remaining camp prisoners. Do you have a rival? Family in the camp? Etc.
Quickie Prompts For The Setting: Settings and set-ups we can quickly hop into if you don't want to do a long-term roleplay.
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Chastity Family
Aghh!
I grunted and groaned internally in frustration. Where once the throb of morning wood would've greeted my awakening, now the steel of my cock-cage pushed back against that morning throb and kept everything soft and pliable. I took a deep breath and tried to get myself under control, recalling the other day when I tried to pull, tug and adjust it only for things to become more uncomfortable. Fuck! I'm 16 years old, I'm a man, this is bullshit! But unfortunately, this was life for a few more hours.
See, this all started after a restaurant mishap with my family a few days ago. I was out with my family and, well, I stiffened up. And may have... leaked a little. It was an honest accident and I tried to hide it, but it was quickly noticed through my grey dress pants. Mom was so embarrassed after figuring that I'd been ogling the waitresses that when we got home, she loudly proclaimed that "NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BECOME A PERVERT!" I didn't know what she'd meant, but soon enough, she'd bought a chastity device, fitted it on and snapped it shut right in front of the whole family. "This comes off next week. In the meantime, you will think about how to treat women with respect instead of as sex objects!" she proclaimed, before attaching the key to a necklace and hanging it firmly down into her thick cleavage. "It's all right ladies, you don't have to worry anymore! Oh and no hugging or touching him, you never know what strange thoughts he's been having!" She called out to the rest of family. The buxom, round hipped, softed chested ladies that I called my family all had different reactions to the news, but to a woman there seemed to be a strange relaxation of how they dressed. Clothing got tighter and more revealing, they bent over and lingered a little longer, parts of themselves hung out a little more. Some of their comments felt like they'd become more backhanded and mocking. Was Mom smirking? It all felt so unfair. Women rarely paid attention to me and I almost never talked to them anyways, was this really necessary?
"Hey, are you awake yet?"
God, I hope they don't need me to do yoga with them. Or time them while jogging. Or help wash the car. Or really anything in close proximity to any of them. It's only a few more hours until I get this thing taken off...
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Spoiler alert, it will not get taken off.
**The Son** - A loser who easily gets humiliated, talked down to and patronized by his female family members and other women. As they continue getting used to his situation, his treatment just keeps naturally and casually getting worse. He's short, weak, not good at sports, socially awkward. His aura of being a permavirgin leads to his feelings and his presence being overlooked and ignored. The kinds of things women would say about men as an emotional insult are the kinds of things they say about him casually and matter-of-factly.
Despite the poor treatment and sadsack state, he is resistant . He won't do what he's told without coaxing, blackmail, emotional manipulation and other threats, which ultimately only makes the emotional damage, teasing and frustration to get worse.
**Mom:** A widow who never remarried and a strong independent woman. A lifelong athlete, she turns sweet and feminine around strong men and bad boys, but holds contempt and derision for weak men. It creates an odd conflict within herself when it comes to her son, whose weakness disgusts her which leads to quick and easy chastising, but her twisted motherly instinct also makes her feel the need to solve the problem. In her eyes, his weakness is due to his perversion, and a chastity device and exercise and working out is the key to making him more masculine. Unfortunately for her son, the control and suffering it allows her to inflict on him gets her off more than anything. His key always rests on her cleavage, something she's always dangling in his face (easy to do as he's so short that his head only comes up to her breasts anyways). Her clothing and workout clothes always arranged to flaunt knowing it will frustrate him, her athletics clubs and workouts always meant to put him down as much as it does build him up. She will set up tests for him to get his cage off, but those tests are always designed for him to fail.
She will preach to him the evils of self love and masturbation, and use woke buzzwords and pathology to explain his behaviour as negative, all while eating a banana or bending over in front of him or otherwise spurring him on.
**Older Twin Sister: Lela Star** Something of an internal sadist, one of her favourite hobbies is to torment her younger brother. Out of all the women, she's the one who's mostly likely to read his emotions and moods properly, but that just makes things worse for him as she enjoys his futile struggle. She always treats him in a sarcastic and bitchy way. Any man who bullies him instantly earns her attraction, and she subtly manipulates them into doing it by being more affectionate and sexual after they've done something mean to him. She takes after her mother in being a star athlete and is the closer of the two sisters to her mother. When together with her sister, both of them get very competitive about teasing him, though in Lela's case, it's because she knows it how difficult of a spot it puts him in.
**Older Twin Sister: Bella Bellz** Of the two sisters, Bella is a bit more of a wild child. She wants to stand out from her more athletic and successful sister and that leads to being into flashier scenes and wilder looks. Of all the women, she is the one to wear the least and most showy clothing naturally. Despite her looks, she's much less of a sadist than Lela is. More gentle femdom, she sees her brother as a useless puppy that's cute when he suffers, but will cuddle him back to health afterwards (which makes things worse for him). That cuteness is how she can get goaded into competing with her sister to tease him. Bella and her mother don't really understand each other.
**Aunt:** A very bubbly, sweet and naive woman, she was the son's first crush. Your basic ditz and airhead. She tends to defer to her sister and neices, and reacts very positively to the strong hands of a bad boy, always ready with innocent excuses for his actions. She's always felt the son was a little too wimpy for his own good, and that a little innocent flirting would help boost his confidence, which tends to lead him on more. She dresses very skimpily and enjoys doing domestic chores, which leads to a lot of bending over and awkward situations. She would realize her actions cause him anguish if she stopped to think about it for even a single second, but she doesn't and just casually misinterprets the son's anguish and pain as anything else, because who would think of their aunt that way? She's also the kind to give weak backhanded beta-male affirmation that "any girl would be lucky to have you" even though it's not actually true
Opening Bits:
- Meant to be long-term.
- I do have a full time job, so availability can get limited. A message every day or two is the low-end of what to expect.
- Private Messages or Discord are fine by me. I like somewhere that we can keep notes.
- Writing style is best described as two or three paragraphs per post, though I'm of the type where sometimes you may only need a few sentences or you might need a few more paragraphs to get the story across.
- Unless otherwise requested, I will play all male characters and I'll ask that you play as the female character(s).
- I'm open to different scenarios, kinks and alterations made to scenarios
Things To Keep in Mind:
- My prompts can get pretty dark. Some RPers have described them as misery porn before. That can be pretty true, though the exact degrees depend on the setting we put in place. A firm difference I also want to establish: I don't care for gore or violence for the sake of it, I care more about the mental and emotional aspects of it.
Easy example: A judoka breaks his arm off of a throw in a competition.
What I'm not interested in is how the sound his arm made when it cracked, what direction his arm was facing, if there was anything sticking out (GROSS), nor the intricate description of the landing.
What I'm interested in is the effects. Did the pain and agony cause him to cry? Was he embarrassed because his girlfriend was in the crowd? How did having his arm in a cast negatively affect his life? After his recovery, what kind of fear did he feel when he was thrown again at his first practice? What emotion does he feel when he sees the person who threw him again? How does this affect his competitive career or hobbyist enjoyment of Judo?
References:
I tend to prefer the curvy porn-star or instagram-model look. The skinny Hollywood look is something I don't find appealing. If I can see rib-cage, they're probably too skinny.
I don't have anime references but I am okay with anime references being suggested.
NSFW Links in Spoilers
Kinks and Limits
Kinklist:
Brazilian Butt Lifts/Breast Implants/Lip Filler/Cosmetic Surgeries, tight clothing, jiggling tits and ass, assjobs, titfucking, blowjobs, deepthroat, facefucking, cumplay, spitting, slapping, hitting, punching, hair pulling, name calling, casual disrespect, swirlies, displays of dominance, hidden bullying (appearing attractive and friendly to her but mean to targets of bullying), flirting and romance (with a hidden side), bullying and humiliating betas, athletes utterly wiping the floor with out of shape nerds, outfits, free-use, dub-con, no-con, obliviousness, flimsy excuses, betrayal, busty women in tight quarters or narrow situations with men, cockteasing, bending over in suggestive situations, mental gymnastics/excusing the behaviour of a vicious bully, involuntary cucking, misery porn, some blacked/raceplay/bbc, size differences
Harder limits:
No scat
No forced bi/gay (some cum play is okay)
No futa
Any cuckoldry is involuntary and causes nothing but shame and frustration, it will not be something the cucks are turned on by
No beast
No gore/violence as described
Softer limits:
- TBH I'm not the biggest fan of anal. If it's part of the story, it won't really be focused on or heavily described on my part.
- Gangbangs if it makes sense for the story can happen here or there, but I'm not looking for them as a regular thing.
- Pregnancy is 9 months long and gets in the way of a lot of story-telling. As a later scenario in the story or an ending, we can play with it, but not something I'm looking for as a regular thing.
Brazilian Butt Lifts/Breast Implants/Lip Filler/Cosmetic Surgeries, tight clothing, jiggling tits and ass, assjobs, titfucking, blowjobs, deepthroat, facefucking, cumplay, spitting, slapping, hitting, punching, hair pulling, name calling, casual disrespect, swirlies, displays of dominance, hidden bullying (appearing attractive and friendly to her but mean to targets of bullying), flirting and romance (with a hidden side), bullying and humiliating betas, athletes utterly wiping the floor with out of shape nerds, outfits, free-use, dub-con, no-con, obliviousness, flimsy excuses, betrayal, busty women in tight quarters or narrow situations with men, cockteasing, bending over in suggestive situations, mental gymnastics/excusing the behaviour of a vicious bully, involuntary cucking, misery porn, some blacked/raceplay/bbc, size differences
Harder limits:
No scat
No forced bi/gay (some cum play is okay)
No futa
Any cuckoldry is involuntary and causes nothing but shame and frustration, it will not be something the cucks are turned on by
No beast
No gore/violence as described
Softer limits:
- TBH I'm not the biggest fan of anal. If it's part of the story, it won't really be focused on or heavily described on my part.
- Gangbangs if it makes sense for the story can happen here or there, but I'm not looking for them as a regular thing.
- Pregnancy is 9 months long and gets in the way of a lot of story-telling. As a later scenario in the story or an ending, we can play with it, but not something I'm looking for as a regular thing.
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The Bully Pheromone and the BBL Teacher
No one really knows when it happened. The signs were there, the pace was gradual, the media chatter increased as time went on. Even then, it didn't feel like a thing to really worry about, until one day, everyone woke up and alpha male behaviour had all but evaporated.
It wasn't on purpose. It wasn't biological or chemical warfare between nation-states. It wasn't science fiction or mass genetic manipulation gone wrong. It wasn't a single successful propaganda campaign. It was too widespread of a phenomenon for it be one single, successful human plot.
The scientific community eventually came to the Perfect-Storm conclusion. Societies more tuned to sedentary behaviour, hobbies and work. Societies that are well-fed and well-pampered. Societies more socialized with politeness and boundary-respecting in mind. Societies prone to less warfare, and in turn the heroism, traumas and addictions that mold soldiers and civilians alike. Societies equipped with screens and less equipped for face-to-face interaction. Societies more interested in staying inside that going into the great outdoors. There had to be some evolutionary forces involved but to date, science was only starting to notice it.
It was the perfect storm that lowered the testosterone levels in the male population of the world to below-terminal levels. No steroid, no diet, no replacement therapy could reverse it or its effects.
The modern man had devolved into a lesser being than he once was. The average height for men worldwide fell from 5.7 inches to 5.3 inches, with a 6 foot tall man being a rarity. Muscle and physical strength declined, with a lot of men being soft, skinny or scrawny. Whereas before the male college athletes could easily wipe the floor with olympic-level women's athletes, now athleticism had dried up to the point where they struggled to keep pace with college women. Penis sizes also shrunk, with premature ejaculation and small load sizes becoming a regular thing. There was even rumours that this condition was worsening and some men couldn't cum or orgasm no matter how blue their balls felt.
Men became voyeurs and watchers. Roughhousing, crude and rude behaviour, bullying, and other competitive behaviours of men became things that men would rather watch in old media or play as in a video game rather than do in real life.
And then there was the poor women. Loveless marriages, a sexual encounter or two per decade, and visiting a sperm bank to have children became the social norm. Make-up and cosmetic surgeries accelerated to the point that it wasn't uncommon for women to get Brazilian butt lifts, breast implants and lip fillers before they were 25. The competition for the diminishing returns of the few "top" men had turned women into porn star lookalikes. And yet, the men still don't do anything about it. The men still like looking, will still jerk off to them in secret and still be intensely attracted to what they see, but it won't translate to partner-seeking behaviour. Men won't initiate, men won't catcall, or grope or do anything outside of a polite interaction or an apology for being caught looking. They've become a breed of shy and nervous losers, nice guys and beta males.
Rumours do persist that there are rare men out there who still produce testosterone. The bully pheromones they give off in this modern world are so powerful that they almost become a force of nature. They are taller, physically stronger, lengthier and meatier cocks, larger cum loads. They are rough and competitive and mean. They make others do their work for them, they take what they want from men and women alike. For the average man, the fight-or-flight responses turns into a cower-or-flight response, where just being around the rare alpha makes them uneasy and quickly prone to submitting, never coming close to fighting back or doing anything about their poor treatment. Women just can't help themselves around the alphas. The pheromone activates such a deep, primal desire in them that they'll allow the alpha to get away with anything, will perform any mental gymnastic or make any flimsy excuse to allow the behaviour while in his presence, and then wondering what happened to make her like that while out of it. It can be such an impactful experience that they'll do anything to feel it again.
The Scenario: In this setting, we will be playing in a high school
You will play as a MILF teacher who's had a Brazilian butt lift. As a woman in this world, you're almost resigned to your fate. You're porn-star hot, trying to do anything to attract a man with a little bit of fire, and just like everyone else, almost get no action. Long, dark hair, tan skinned, just over 5 feet tall. Lip filler and large BBL booty to accentuate your thin waist, and a nice little rackjob to offset it (I do have a reference available).
The thing you'd always found convenient about being a teacher is the availability of new young men. Every year, a new group comes in, giving you another shot at seeing if what you want even exists. Every day, you will wear a tight skirt and some high heels, or maybe yoga pants (especially see-through with a thong), or anything else to show yourself off. You'll be bending over at the right time, doing slow and sultry walks around class, leading them up stairs, giving them every opportunity to try something. And if, as usual, none of them do, well, at least you get to feel attractive knowing these guys are losing their minds every time they look at you. It's sad revenge but it's something.
One of the specialty classes you teach, the one that's been getting fewer and fewer students signed up every year, is Manliness Studies. It's a desperate, last-ditch hail mary (the beta world is so embedded that this term being a football reference has to be explained) to teach college-aged men to be alpha.
Your son: You forced him to enroll in the class, both as a favour to boost your numbers, and also to help him. He's very smart, a legitimate dean's list high achieving student, but he just doesn't have a manly bone in his body. He's the shortest and physically weakest student in the class.
The son's best friend. A tall (for the the modern man) beanpole, this guy was going to sign up for the class no matter what because he's been in love with you since forever. He writes cringe poetry, offers assistance immediately, brings little gifts and is overall a clueless beta nice guy.
The Bully. Where the hell did this guy come from? A bully straight out of the stereotypes of the '80s or '90s, he'll physically beat up and push guys around, womanize, catcall, grope, threaten smarter students to do his work for him. If he's an athlete, he looks like a world-beating superstar. The only reason he signed up for this class is because he should be able to sleep his way through it and still pass because he is who he is.
We can work out more details of the overall scenario and how things will progress with all these characters.
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The SMILE Camp For Dissident Females
World Setting: The overall setting is some form of authoritarian state with a fascist visual flair. We can world-build as much or as little as interested
Prompt Setting: The party line is that the SMILE Work Camp for Dissident Females is a re-education and rehabilitation center for troubled women who are having difficulty adjusting to the current party policies and order. Investigative journalists, activists, politicians, lesbians, members of banned religious orders, artists and entertainers who do not tout the party line and spies and traitors all end up here for the purposes of learning how to best fit in with society. Light physical labour with high safety standards helps to exercise their bodies while top-flight education helps to reinforce the needs and desires of the state and how these women best fit in and provide those needs and desires. Accommodations can be made for family stays, including males, at nearby quarters while these women go through the process. They go in miserable, and they leave with a smile.
In practice, this is a hard labour camp with very little safety standards, and a death camp where most of the women and none of the male family members never make it out. They sleep in various types of cages for maximum discomfort, eat disgusting gruel out of troughs like animals, suckle pig cum out of a cock-shaped bottles, are showered with cold firehoses, and then don their "work gear", which is over-the-top porn outfits (push-up bras, heels and pumps, thongs etc) to go do hard labour (mining and related) in harsh conditions, all with a Pan-Am/fake smile plastering their faces (named after Pan-American, an airline where the stewardesses were obligated by the job to fake smile). The "lucky" get to work in the kitchens, as prison enforcers, nurses etc, all while wearing hilariously porn-y uniforms and made to help with the suffering of fellow prisoners. Injuries are common, suffering is common, executions are common, fear is common.
And that's not even counting the staff leadership
The characters: There will be two main characters to shape the overall roleplay. The main antagonist will be the male character running the prison, who is someone I'll play. The character you will play will be the overall protagonist.
I'll play The Warden, the only male in the entirety of the camp. I'm a cruel and heartless man, seeing the prisoners as my personal harem, using and disposing of them as I want and need. Elaborate group exercises, forced (and botched) plastic surgeries to increase "productivity", executing prisoners husbands/families in front of them as they orgasm, raping the injured in the low-stocked infirmary, making mothers choose which daughters live and which don't. All regular, psychologically damaging activities that my character revels in. He is obsessed with cleanliness, even after he's made "messes" all over others. He is not particularly competent, leaving you to do the lions share of the administrative duties. The only things he excels at is his depravity and exploiting situations for his own benefit. His physical design is something we can build together.
You will play as be the Assistant Warden, the most buxom, busty, naturally beautiful woman in the camp (I picture someone like Angela White, but you're welcome to suggest others), accentuated by the alterations made to your state uniform (the only woman allowed to wear one in the camp) to show off your goods. While I may be cruel and heartless, you are the most hated person by the prisoners because you are a fellow woman who has been untouched by plastic surgery, are allowed to show facial expressions other than a smile, and are the one who actually performs the horrifying acts at my beck and call. You carry a single shot pistol to perform executions with, you hold the women in place while I have my way with them. You're the arms who perform my every depraved and disturbing acts and the voice that praises me for it, and you've gotten so good at reading my moods and interests that a lot of the time you react before I have to tell you.
What no one knows is that your position is also the one that creates the most fear and paranoia. You're responsible for my morning blowjob and titfuck, you're responsible for taste-testing my food for poisons, you're responsible for my pleasure and affection and praising my character even if I show you none in return. Unbeknownst to you, I'm also using you to absorb all the psychological pain and torment from committing such heinous acts, almost like a psychological damage sponge. It would be very easy to label you a dissident and replace you if someone who looks a little better, a little younger, performs more than you shows up, so heated jealousy of other women is almost ingrained into your position.
It's up to you how you want to play her. Why is she stationed at this camp? Was she originally a prisoner who caught the eye of the Warden? Is she playing along for survival and equally suffering for each deed? Is she slowly starting to enjoy her role? Is she evil and wants to "replace" the warden in the role, being sweet to his face but thinking sadistic thoughts of how to dispose of him? Is she part of a resistance movement? There's many angles that are available. Is she actually the Warden but some kind of blackmail or some other situation is forcing her to be the "Assistant" to the Warden?
We can use references or develop more characters for the remaining camp prisoners. Do you have a rival? Family in the camp? Etc.
Quickie Prompts For The Setting: Settings and set-ups we can quickly hop into if you don't want to do a long-term roleplay.
- Arrival: You arrive at the prison with your family as a prisoner, but having caught the Warden's eye, he'll introduce you to your new life.
- The First Day: You're the pre-existing Warden of the Camp where it operates along the party line. However it's been decided that a woman is too "soft" for the job and you've been demoted to assistant as the New Warden arrives. He'll introduce you to your new uniform and the new way of doing things.
- The Morning Routine: Waking up, servicing him, doing the quick office work, servicing him some more with the morning report, and then the morning "Orientation" for new arrivals
- Touring The Mine: We'll tour a section of the mine and have our way with the "workforce."
- Touring the Medical Quarters: Primarily there for plastic surgery, we'll "help" the injured in their recovery.
- The Freedom Fighter's Failure: A group of freedom fighters, including secretly you, have sprung their attempt to liberate the camp. It fails, and it ends in a "clean-up"
- Showdown With The Rival: Another woman as busty as you arrives in the camp and despite any misgivings you have (if you have any at all), you have to somehow get rid of her before she overtakes your spot.
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Chastity Family
Aghh!
I grunted and groaned internally in frustration. Where once the throb of morning wood would've greeted my awakening, now the steel of my cock-cage pushed back against that morning throb and kept everything soft and pliable. I took a deep breath and tried to get myself under control, recalling the other day when I tried to pull, tug and adjust it only for things to become more uncomfortable. Fuck! I'm 16 years old, I'm a man, this is bullshit! But unfortunately, this was life for a few more hours.
See, this all started after a restaurant mishap with my family a few days ago. I was out with my family and, well, I stiffened up. And may have... leaked a little. It was an honest accident and I tried to hide it, but it was quickly noticed through my grey dress pants. Mom was so embarrassed after figuring that I'd been ogling the waitresses that when we got home, she loudly proclaimed that "NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BECOME A PERVERT!" I didn't know what she'd meant, but soon enough, she'd bought a chastity device, fitted it on and snapped it shut right in front of the whole family. "This comes off next week. In the meantime, you will think about how to treat women with respect instead of as sex objects!" she proclaimed, before attaching the key to a necklace and hanging it firmly down into her thick cleavage. "It's all right ladies, you don't have to worry anymore! Oh and no hugging or touching him, you never know what strange thoughts he's been having!" She called out to the rest of family. The buxom, round hipped, softed chested ladies that I called my family all had different reactions to the news, but to a woman there seemed to be a strange relaxation of how they dressed. Clothing got tighter and more revealing, they bent over and lingered a little longer, parts of themselves hung out a little more. Some of their comments felt like they'd become more backhanded and mocking. Was Mom smirking? It all felt so unfair. Women rarely paid attention to me and I almost never talked to them anyways, was this really necessary?
"Hey, are you awake yet?"
God, I hope they don't need me to do yoga with them. Or time them while jogging. Or help wash the car. Or really anything in close proximity to any of them. It's only a few more hours until I get this thing taken off...
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Spoiler alert, it will not get taken off.
**The Son** - A loser who easily gets humiliated, talked down to and patronized by his female family members and other women. As they continue getting used to his situation, his treatment just keeps naturally and casually getting worse. He's short, weak, not good at sports, socially awkward. His aura of being a permavirgin leads to his feelings and his presence being overlooked and ignored. The kinds of things women would say about men as an emotional insult are the kinds of things they say about him casually and matter-of-factly.
Despite the poor treatment and sadsack state, he is resistant . He won't do what he's told without coaxing, blackmail, emotional manipulation and other threats, which ultimately only makes the emotional damage, teasing and frustration to get worse.
**Mom:** A widow who never remarried and a strong independent woman. A lifelong athlete, she turns sweet and feminine around strong men and bad boys, but holds contempt and derision for weak men. It creates an odd conflict within herself when it comes to her son, whose weakness disgusts her which leads to quick and easy chastising, but her twisted motherly instinct also makes her feel the need to solve the problem. In her eyes, his weakness is due to his perversion, and a chastity device and exercise and working out is the key to making him more masculine. Unfortunately for her son, the control and suffering it allows her to inflict on him gets her off more than anything. His key always rests on her cleavage, something she's always dangling in his face (easy to do as he's so short that his head only comes up to her breasts anyways). Her clothing and workout clothes always arranged to flaunt knowing it will frustrate him, her athletics clubs and workouts always meant to put him down as much as it does build him up. She will set up tests for him to get his cage off, but those tests are always designed for him to fail.
She will preach to him the evils of self love and masturbation, and use woke buzzwords and pathology to explain his behaviour as negative, all while eating a banana or bending over in front of him or otherwise spurring him on.
**Older Twin Sister: Lela Star** Something of an internal sadist, one of her favourite hobbies is to torment her younger brother. Out of all the women, she's the one who's mostly likely to read his emotions and moods properly, but that just makes things worse for him as she enjoys his futile struggle. She always treats him in a sarcastic and bitchy way. Any man who bullies him instantly earns her attraction, and she subtly manipulates them into doing it by being more affectionate and sexual after they've done something mean to him. She takes after her mother in being a star athlete and is the closer of the two sisters to her mother. When together with her sister, both of them get very competitive about teasing him, though in Lela's case, it's because she knows it how difficult of a spot it puts him in.
**Older Twin Sister: Bella Bellz** Of the two sisters, Bella is a bit more of a wild child. She wants to stand out from her more athletic and successful sister and that leads to being into flashier scenes and wilder looks. Of all the women, she is the one to wear the least and most showy clothing naturally. Despite her looks, she's much less of a sadist than Lela is. More gentle femdom, she sees her brother as a useless puppy that's cute when he suffers, but will cuddle him back to health afterwards (which makes things worse for him). That cuteness is how she can get goaded into competing with her sister to tease him. Bella and her mother don't really understand each other.
**Aunt:** A very bubbly, sweet and naive woman, she was the son's first crush. Your basic ditz and airhead. She tends to defer to her sister and neices, and reacts very positively to the strong hands of a bad boy, always ready with innocent excuses for his actions. She's always felt the son was a little too wimpy for his own good, and that a little innocent flirting would help boost his confidence, which tends to lead him on more. She dresses very skimpily and enjoys doing domestic chores, which leads to a lot of bending over and awkward situations. She would realize her actions cause him anguish if she stopped to think about it for even a single second, but she doesn't and just casually misinterprets the son's anguish and pain as anything else, because who would think of their aunt that way? She's also the kind to give weak backhanded beta-male affirmation that "any girl would be lucky to have you" even though it's not actually true
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