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[SunnyCirce]

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Hello, and welcome to my little corner of Blue Moon. I have been writing little stories since I was a very little girl but I have only recently started writing roleplays with other people. I am a middle aged single adult woman living in Florida with my best friend since 7th grade. I have two dogs, two cats, and a full time job that all claim large parts of my time, so I do not have as much free time to write as I want to. In my free time I love to read, play a few unimpressive video games like Minecraft or second life (it's not really a GAME but counts for me), write little stories, and work on a few little side projects like hand sewing, making lists (about anything - even things to make other lists about). If it is Friday or Saturday evening, I am probably high on perfectly legal marijuana. One of my Second Life friends I RP with told me about this site, and here I am!

I am opening myself to a new RP or two but I have some very good ones going and will be picky because my available slots are limited.



What I bring to the table:

I am a decent writer, I think. Not great and wonderful, but not horrible either. I write multi paragraphs for my responses, I love things like character development and world building. I can generally post 1-2 responses a week, sometimes more and rarely less. I am open to WHERE we play, either privately or publicly. I am friendly, not demanding, love OOC chatter. I enjoy grand sweeping epic stories with multiple characters, world building, etc but not every story has to be that. A little snug and cozy or brutal and short is fun too. I am also happy to RP either male or female (I am female irl if that matters) and sub, dom, or switch with dependencies that can be discussed. I have far less experience domming though, especially as a female.


What I look for in an RP partner:

I came looking for third person, but after playing with a certain RP partner that has changed. I now love 1st person and second person. But I also enjoy third person - so very open here.
Please be patient – I sometimes take a bit to respond. I may see your post or message (I check BMR frequently) and not be able to respond right away. But if it's been more than a day since I responded to your non-RP private message feel free to send me a reminder nudge. I live in terror of letting a PM fall through the cracks. I cannot emphasize this enough - PLEASE be patient. I am excited about our RP too but if you are always asking me about my response I will simply end the RP after several warnings. This is for fun, not stress.
Please do not be offended if I say no. Sometimes two good RPers simply aren't a good match. Either kink wise, writing style, etc.



Kinks:

I like a wide variety of kink and not-kink. I I don't mind things getting dark – even VERY dark. But I love happy endings. Not saying no to bad endings, but I have a strong tendency to wanting happy endings. Here is my flist that is (still!) under construction.

Settings I am pretty open, though I avoid sci fi/steampunk for the most part.

No fandoms please, I don't know anything about them.

It's more than the physical. Sex is mental. I include introspection. Perhaps too much even. But I feel it add a lot of depth of character.

In regards to dominant and submissive I am generally referring to them as personality traits, not formal BDSM. I am open to that of course, but not overly familiar with it.

I play male and female, dominant and submissive. USUALLY I play a submissive female. It is my most comfortable role. But trust me, I enjoy them all.
I am straight. When playing female, I am usually submissive and always to a male.
I am open to playing a dominant female but it would be a rare exception and would only play against a submissive male.


Kink Breakdown:

Yes More Please

Kissing
Laps
Roughness
Age-gaps
Con/Dub-con/Non-con
Control
Being shared
Being watched
Obsession
Stalking
Authority figures
Clothed sex

Meh

Oral sex on my female character
Electric Play
Feet Play
Incest
Sex Toys

No

Being your character's mommy
Furry/Anthro
Most fandoms
Tickling
Most sci fi settings (but you can try to talk me into it
Non Humanoid main characters

Hey, you. Yeah. You. Take a look at the Temptations idea. That's pretty much the only new idea I'm interested in. I'm not definitely saying no to anything else. Just...probably.
But there's so much variety possible in the Tempations world. Just look, ok? Thank you, you are amazing. Seriously. You fucking rock. May all your RPs be as amazing as you are.

 

[SunnyCirce]

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Under Construction​

These are story ideas and characters all rolled into one. If either one interests you, hit me up. We can talk it out and build it together.

Too Smart For Her Own Good. TLDR: f sub pays for sexual contract with M dom and loses her virginity in RP. After RP IF we want, we can continue with a relationship. :)

Ava Prentiss was raised by two poor farmers in happy obscurity amid the cornfields of Kansas. Her mother was barely literate but could and did read children's books to her baby. She was pleased when Ava began reading them herself at a year and a half, deciding her little girl was a smart one. Too ignorant herself to realize how exception her child was. When Ava walked into kindergarten already reading at college level and enough general knowledge to pass third grade her teachers were stunned.

They had no idea what to do with her so they simply passed her up through the grades as quickly as they could, sighing in relief when they graduated an awkwardly uncomortable eight year old Ava and sent her home.

Her bewildered parents happily handed over the responsibility of their perplexing daughter's education to a retired professor - a granduncle who lived in New York City.

Not that she was permitted to live there, or even visit. No one in Kansas trusted anything at all about New York City and Ava's parents loved her despite not knowing what to do with her brain. Instead Ava's education was carefully monitored and guided by her awe-struck granduncle over the internet and phone. She attended prestigious institutions with special academic agreements.

She became an instant celebrity in the academic world. A celebrity rarely seen, but always talked about. Wealthy, powerful people took an interest in the invisible but studious star. Her parents fiercely defended her privacy and Ava grew up living a quiet life of a relatively normal girl, except for the deprivation of anything related to a real social life. Instead of visiting with friends she played online. That quickly became her social life. Her world.

It remained so when she joined the elite ranks of the world's top computer security company at the age of 15. She begged to work. She loved the work. Her anxious parents kept her at home but the company happily paid for occasional carefully supervised trips when needed. No expense was spared to make sure their new star employee had whatever she needed to keep her and her nervous parents happy.

Because Ava made them money hand over fist. Her brilliant mind was unstoppable. They lost anything resembling competition. Her products made the online world safe. Safe for everyone. She was a gold mine they shamelessly mined while her play work made them rich.

Her father passed away of stomach cancer when she was 16. Her mother became even more zealous of protecting her daughter's remaining childhood, finally reluctantly releasing her offspring to the world as soon as Ava turned 18.

The academic world rejoiced that their little goddess was released. Her employee rejoiced as well, drowning their uncertain little money-maker in contracts. They hid the indentured servitude behind layers of benefits. Flush bank accounts and limitless credit. A company paid apartment, car. A limitless travel account for ubers, lifts, even plane trips. Anything she wanted, they would have tried to get it for her. Fortunately she wanted very little except to work when she wanted and spent time with her online friends.

But online friends could never touch her when she moaned to her dominance and submission themed fantasies at night. They weren't physically there. Ava was desperate to be physically touched. Touched just like she was touched in her fantasies. Ava was not bold enough to pursue that kind of touch the normal way, with a personal relationship. Instead, she decided she would pay for it. She was suddenly free and rich. Free to charter a private plane to a less prudish country where she had a contractual sexual agreement with a man who had been personally selected from a long lists of paid male dominants. It was time to lose her virginity in a way SHE wanted to.

Not in My Town: Modern Fantasy humanoid f with amnesia and way too much power set loose in humanoid M town. Extreme burn TW

Of course it happened on the bad side of town. In the middle of the night, in a chilled downpour. The fates demanded even trifling things like that when spinning their threads for a history changing event. She fell from three feet up in the air, spawning out of nothing Landing with a strained grunt of pain onto a dirty overgrown lot filled with needles. When her eyes opened, everything that had existed before in her mind was gone, leaving a slate wiped clean. She blinked uncomprehendingly at the sky. Her mind struggling to classify what generations of generations had layered into the human subconscious. Sky. Clouds. Dark. Rain. Cold. Alone. Awareness. What was alone? There were others like her. Thousands. Millions. Cities sprawled across earth. History. It all came back in a rush as she realized what alone meant. But there was nothing else. Where she fit in it she had no idea. No idea of family. Job. Friends. No history for her in a history filled world. Her mind was a rebooted computer. All the basic programming in place with no memory of why she had been rebooted.



Terror bleated from her throat as she thrust up, spinning in confusion. Where was she? What was she doing here? What was she doing before? What WAS before? Who was she? Blind instinct pushed her legs till they staggered to a nearby sidewalk. Police. They would help. They were safe. Relief tightened her throat, brought the tears she was too afraid to cry before to her eyes. There was an explanation and they would help. She wobbled down the street, looking for a sign that would lead her to the police. To safety.


Before any such sign appeared, a dark male shadow did. Before he even came into the dingy street light her mind was classifying it. Tall. Strong. Muscles. Male. Her stomach clenched with a new terror as she realized she was naked. Cold. Bare. Thin. Vulnerable. Naked. His eyes were what reminded her. Large and round. Suddenly hungry. She was prey.


"Holy shit, girl!" His voice shivered with shock and delight. Amusement and dark lust.


"No!" She gasped, bolting away from him in blind instinct.


He equally instinctively lunged for her. His long arms caught her naked arms and she screamed.


His scream echoed hers as he released her. No, pushed her violently away from her. His endless shriek that of an animal as he stared in horror at his burning hands. Some invisible flame eating away at him till fleshy bone showed. He passed out in the street.


She ran in a blind panic. Trying to mentally process. No more police. No explanation for what she had done. They would be suspicious. Not helpful. Unhelpful, there was a difference. She needed to find out what was going on herself. She needed clothes, money, the basics. This meant encountering people. Necessarily testing what was happening with her body. Her mind spun. Prioritizing. Planning.


She ran now with a purpose. Blushing furiously as she felt her breasts bouncing. Please no one, a smaller turn, more concealed area. She chanted her most urgent needs silently in her head. She needed to find something to cover herself with. The first thing was a scrap of a smashed cardboard beer box. That was upgraded to some unidentifiable filthy scrap of colorless fabric that was long and twistable enough it covered the essential parts. That lasted until she found a man's discard tshirt on the side of the sidewalk that hung to her thighs. Finally she a tiny bit less vulnerable. Safe enough to seek help. She spotted a dingy but lighted 24 hour laundromat across the road and scurried over to it. Something moved and her soul leaped in fear. But it was a woman, not a man.Not a man. A woman. Her heart crawled back down her throat as she hurried in.


She scared the woman. She understood, after the fact. It was her first time experiencing guilt. The woman had not even touched her, just frightened her with a scream. But her body had attacked the woman anyway, invisibly throwing the woman backwards with enough force to crack the wall she slammed into.


She had run away again, leaving the moaning woman behind. She wandered helplessly, lost in a haze of shock. She had no idea how long she did so until the yelling police officer ran up and seized her. He had been trying to speak to her. She understood that afterwards. She hadn't heard him because she was just...lost. He had startled her, and she had hurt him. This time, her watching mind saw the trigger of energy and understood that was what was causing her to hurt people.


The officer was dead, his body charred from something like electricity that had poured out of her into him. But her guilt convinced her subconscious to teach her to how at least throttle the power. Her subconscious reluctantly did so after she cried herself to sleep in a back seat of what looked like an abandoned car.


It was not an abandoned car, though. This time her quick little mind gained a deeper understanding of that magical spark. She had controlled it. She didn't quite understand how, but control was possible. This time when she was grabbed to be yanked out of the car, she saw the streams of energy and understood they were invisible connecting channels. In a literal instant she followed those channels as they sank through her feet deep into the ground. Pulling from streams of varying sizes lacing all through the ground. She knew instinctively that this was an infinite network stretching throughout the world. Energy. Magic. Magic was real and she was using it.


It was all mentally categorized in a flash she mentally laid hands on the lethal magic stream and WRENCHED at it. Throttling and directing it. An invisible fist of it punched the chest of the angry man, throwing him backwards. It was just enough for her to scramble out of the car and run. She ran by a stunned, staring woman and snatched the shopping bag overflowing with clothes from her grasping hands. She kept running, her blood singing and laughing in her veins. She was a magician! Or a witch! Something! At the same time her heart thudded with terror. If she existed, what else existed? How could she find them? Did she want to?
*In deepened narrator voice*
She did not.
She did not want to know about him.
The apex supernatural predator guardian who began hearing tales about a vicious cold blooded killer leaving behind a stench of magic so thick it stained the air for hours after. A stench that told a knowledgeable person a lot about who had left it.

Earth Witch (Historical Fantasy set in late 1700s/early 1800s)

TLDR: Little witch is ignorant of what she is, and the power that she possesses. At a pivotal point of her life Poppy encounters someone who is not ignorant of what she is. Is this a good or bad thing for Poppy? Hopefully, both?

Poppy never knew her parents. Her father was unknown. Her mother fell unconscious at the gates of a London workhouse, giving birth to Poppy two days later. She died within hours of Poppy drawing her first breath. The only words she spoke the entire time was to name her baby daughter. As a child, Poppy was a sickly thing. Puny, pale, and often bedridden. The other children ostracized her. She could not play with them and often avoided work because she was sick. When Poppy was five years old, the workhome doctor decided she would do better at another workhouse closer to the edge of London. It was still the city but the air was fresher and there was even a small garden.

The move probably saved Poppy's life. She was still sickly but not near as bad. She seemed to thrive the best when she spent a lot of time outdoors so she assigned work in the garden. She thrived there, and so did the garden. Never had such good quality vegetables come out of the ground in such large quantities. The girl had a green thumb, and she was given more and more responsibility in the garden until she ran it. When she was fourteen the cook's assistant got married and the older girls rotated taking turns assisting. Poppy was quickly discovered to have a cooking talent as well and she was swiftly trained to bake bread and cook simple soups. The adults in charge were delighted to find the girl saved them money. Somehow she made those soups cheaper, but so much more nourishing the other paupers were able to work harder. The cook was reduced to the assistant cook, and Poppy took her place.

Poppy lived a simple laugh of relative comfort there in the workhouse. She was favored by the adults and permitted relative freedom as long as things kept as they were. The new assistant cook was at first stiff and outraged but found that attitude hard to keep up in the face of Poppy's quiet friendliness and genuine humility. Poppy was never interested in anything that contradicted the interests of those in her authority. Her worst offense was spending too much time rolling about her garden and lazing in the sun. She would smile prettily in agreement with their stern lectures to be productive, and then go right back to lazing in the dirt. Somehow, it didn't feel like a disobedient move though it clearly was. Puzzled, they simply let it be and pretended not to notice.

With Poppy left in relative freedom, time slipped away like a lazy summer rivers. But the pennies of savings she accumulated, greed began to churn. Poppy was summoned back to London to save more pennies for those greedy hands that possessed her. Immediately her health began declining again.

On the magic: If you have read Mercedes Lackey's Elemental series, this is closely based on that. There is a secret underculture of magicians in late 17th, early 18th century England (lot of flexibility on the history, please). These magicians have magical talent based off elements. Water magicians, Earth Magicians, Fire Magicians, Air Magicians. Their magical talents scale from a mage who can perform clever magic tricks to mages who can change the world - literally. There are elemental creatures that are attracted to the magicians and will submit to them with their power scaling to the magicians power. AKA an undine is powerful enough they may not submit to a trickster mage and may actually be a danger if the mage is disrespectful. What each element offers a magician can be discussed. For Poppy, she has a talent for farming, she is a supernaturally gifted cook, and she has an extra element of greed which means money supernaturally drifts her way. She won't get rich off it, but she will probably never be in desperate need of money. The wickedness of greed has ground deep into her subconscious from the years of dull religious education. The poor girl doesn't even realize how delicious greed can be.

On the RP: This is a very open ended RP. With her back in London, the earth magic she doesn't realize she has will suffer. The city is bad for her. Country is good for her. No one really understands this though, and she will rapidly grow sicker. She will die unless someone interferes. This someone is you. Whether you interfere to protect her or to use her is up to you. But your character will be able to sense that mine is a magician of some kind, perhaps even sense she is an earth magician. If you choose your character to be a magician, be aware her magic does not get along with water magic. Bad things can happen to her (and hopefully will!) but I want a happy ending for her - even if that happy ending is a sick and twisted one.

Nightmare Prison

WIP: Magical Prison for Supernaturals. Two sides/gangs seeking strong people. Newcomers dropped in random spots. She's physically weak with some amazing gift and they fight over her. Eventually she brings peace to the prison and escapes .

Justice is a bitch. Femdom/cuck

I mean, if you end up on the wrong side of her. It's not often that the scales balance and someone is just as good as they are bad. But it DOES happen sometimes and Justice likes to take a personal role in sorting out the scales. The hapless soul is given a choice - rebirth into a brutally hard life, or settle the scales of Justice. What does settle the scales of Justice mean? Justice examines your life, finds the acts of injustice you committed, and you must settle the scales. For example - are you a gentleman who cheated on his wife? Guess who will sit there in a cock cage, utterly naked, while the woman you love fucks another man in front of you. mocking you the entire time. After all, isn't that essentially what you did when you joked about your wife's tits (or lack thereof) while fucking another woman? Justice will be served.

The Filesians

Alternate Earth
It was a space shuttle named after Robert Filesia that discovered the planet named after him. The native populace was also named after him - the Filesians. They looked shockingly human like. There were a few differences:
Their blood is not red, but a light purple. Almost a lavender color.
They do not have races like humans, but their skin comes in a variety of pale colors. Most of them shades of cream but there are some very pale yellows, pinks, blues, greens.
Ears were cat-like and their hearing was superior to humans.
Eyes were large, anime like. They have more visual receptors; they can see better in the dark and pick up motion better.
Their hands and fingers were longer and more slender, with a soft texture on their palms and fingertips.
Their feet are very similar to humans but their toes are webbed.
Their bodies appear more slender and delicate, with small bones. Males and females have the same physical heights and strengths. While they appear more delicate they are actually more durable. They heal at twice the speed of humans, especially with damage to their skin. Cancer and most other diseases they seem to be immune to.
They sleep a lot. The best average hours of sleep for a human is 8. For a Filesian it is 12-14. They can live off the average human diet, but to be truly at their healthiest and happiest, Filesian's need more sweets in their diet. The common joke is "A donut a day keeps the Filesian blues away"

Despite their healing and immunity, their life spans are dramatically shorter than humans. Most Filesians never see their 31st birthday. They don't enter old age, they simply die - usually in their sleep. As a counter for their short life spans, they breed easily and often. Their
Their hair has been compared to the texture of corn floss, but without the stickiness. It is thin, delicate, silky. They have no body hair.
They are..well...kind of stupid. They can be taught language enough to communicate. They can even be taught to read basic words. But beyond "Go, Spot, Go" they cannot venture. Instructions must be clear and precise. Beyond basic mathematics, they are lost. Their attention span is short.

It wasn't the beauty and fragility of Filesian's that led to their enslavement. It was their innocence and the bond.

Filesians did not know anger. They did not know hatred. They have never experienced enmity. They simply do not understand the concept and never will. Filesians are highly social creatures who became famous for their Huddles.

A Filesian Huddle is nothing but sex. They spawn seemingly randomly whenever numerous Filesians are together. They gather in a pile of soft twisting piles of flesh. Every hole is open for any sort of play. Any sentient creature is welcome and the word no is never said in a Huddle. Rarely, if a Filesian is injured in a Huddle they may leave it. But most of the time the sex in the Huddle continues until all participants are simply too exhausted to fuck anymore.

The Bond was the end of Filesian independence. It was discovered accidentally in the initial medical experimentation on Filesian's. When a Filesian tastes the blood of another Filesian or human they fall into a deep love with that person. They will follow them anywhere, do anything for them, endure anything for them. No matter how horrific the abuse and humiliation they endure, they will remain fiercely devoted to their bond. The bond comes in varying strengths - the more blood consumed, the stronger and long lasting the bond. A half cup of blood will bind a Filesian for well over a month.

Now, generations after their discovery, Filesian's no longer exist on Filesia. They have all been removed and live on Earth. By law, a Filesian is not considered a human being with civil rights. They are considered as pets, but no animal cruelty laws apply. Yes, there are those who try to lobby for Filesian rights, but they are not taken seriously by the vast majority of society. There are no free Filesian's. Filesian's who are discovered to be unowned are promptly seized by the state and sold to buyers at state auctions.

Rescued

*WIP* She was raised with devoted, loving parents in a small town. A bright, sweet girl with the world laid at her feet. Until when she was 14 and HE burst into her life, kidnapping her. Five years later she is rescued by your character(s) who protect her from scum sucking predators trying to reclaim her. More to this, coming up.

Hollyhell

WIP: she is a wildly successful actress. A grown child star with a reputation for bitchiness. She always had stalkers, but this one is different. Her security team is slacking and things are getting dangerous, so she hires new security.

***CRAVING***

The Temple of Temptation

WIP (I know I have a lot of those but the weekend is coming up!) Multiple settings available but default is low(ish) fantasy.
There are many gods and goddesses, all of them celebrated with their own temples, priesthood, holidays, etc. The god Lure is the God of Temptation, and in his temples every vice is to be found. Gambling. Fight pits. Clubs that have the finest drugs and alcohols available. And of course, the very popular....well....most call them whores. But they are not. These things can be found outside the temples, of course. But the reason the temples exist, the reason why Lure is such a popular god, is because in the temples you can pursue your temptations safely. The temples are the home of the priests of Lure, and each priest chooses a path. Some choose to cook, some choose to clean, some choose to sew, some choose to serve fine foods and drugs and alcohols, some choose to guard, and some....some choose to fuck.

The ones who choose to fuck are known as priests and priestesses of the body. And each one of them is assigned a guardian who goes with them everywhere. To a priest or priestess of the body, sex is not just a carnal act. It is an act of worship. An act of service. Some patrons come and think they want one thing, but they NEED another. A good priest/priestess of the body will recognize that and give them what they need. For example, a traumatized rape victim may be brought to them for healing and therapy eventually involving sex. These priests and priestesses also serve as escorts to political/religious functions, or simply companions to the lonely. I am open to exploring a lot of aspects of this, so if you have an idea let me know. But I will be introducing several priests and priestesses I am willing to play. I expect these to be short RPs, usually only covering one or two "sessions" but I am definitely open to more long term play.

So those are the basics. You don't necessarily need to know the rest of this stuff, so if you want to get right into an idea you have from this, feel free. Nothing after this is needed.

But it IS interesting. Going forward - well, things get pretty indepth. But I am absolutely OBSESSED with this world. This has been heavily (VERY HEAVILY) inspired by a series I am reading: The Path of Temptation by Auryn Hadley.

The Making of a Priest/ess of Lure

Every third year is the Feast of the Children. Across the kingdoms, poor families with children ages 9-11 flock to their city centers where they are met by Priests of Compassion with their massive vats of Tears of the Gods. The children dip their hands in the vats. Some children's hands come out with clean fingers. Those children are given a gift, their families are given a silver coin, and they are all fed at the feast table for free. But many children bring their hands out with what resembles tattoos with intricate designs revealed on them. The color designates the god or goddess that has chosen that child. Blue for Compassion. Green for Wisdom. There are other colors - but black is Temptation. Those children never see their families again. They are taken into the Temples and raised to be priests and priestesses.

It is a gift of the gods, not a tax. These children are from desperately poor families. No one forces their families to bring them. The families are often grateful, knowing their children will be grow up in a healthy, stable environment. It's one less mouth to feed for their families.

Often middle class or even wealthy families will bring their children as an offering to the gods - an offering that may or may not be accepted. Royalty - both baron's and king's, take pride in "tithing" one of their children and those children are often marked for high positions in the Temples.

The children are housed in gender separated dormitories from the moment they are brought into the Temple until they are 16, 17, and 18 years old. Each Festival group is considered a "year", so the ages in each group range by three years. These children go through their entire 'primary' years together. They are never exposed to anything sexual and are in fact closely guarded so their innocence is retained. The only sexual education they receive is purely health and science based. Just the facts, ma'am. Instead, their primary education focuses on a thorough general education. Reading, writing, mathematics, history, literature, economics, government and politics, manners, ethics, and so on. Close attention is paid to their physical education and a multitude of courses are offered, from dance to weapons to wrestling. And always, for the rest of their student life, every student will spend three hours a week in devotion to and studying their god.

At the end of their primary education is the choosing. If a young person truly wishes, they may leave the Temple. They are given one gold coin and shown the gate. They may never return except as a patron. They will never be accepted into any priesthood again. Very few choose to leave. Those remaining, make a choice of which path they wish to train in. In the Temple of Temptation, there are a total of five paths available. They are taken one by one and submerged in the Pool of Tears. When they emerge, they have new lace. The more lace, the more blessed by their god. After they are choosing they are no longer students. They are priests - student priests.

The remainder of this section is specific to the priests of Lure.

Path of Obligation: These are the grunt workers of the temple. They cook, they clean, they do laundry, they serve students and fellow priests, they take care of the lawn. This is the largest number of the priesthood, considered by many to be the lowest rank. The lace will be on their hands and arms. ALL priests and priestesses bear the marks of the Path of Obligation.
Path of Action: These are those serving as dealers in the gambling halls, serving alcohol and drugs. They are the doctors, the decorators, workers with specific skills. The lace will be on their feet.
Path of the Protection: These are the guards. They guard the facility as well as the Priests of the body. Their lace will be on their shoulders and back.
Path of the Body: These are the ones engaging in sex. Their lace will be on their chest down to their groin and sexual organs. Sometimes for very Lure blessed individuals, it can wrap around to their buttocks. Note: This is the most blessed path. All paths exist to support the Priest of the Body.
Path of the Word: These are the teachers, the makers of the temple law, the adjudicators, the diplomats, the mentors of students. Usually older priests. Their lace is around their neck. Very few come out of the Choosing with the lace for the path of the mind. Usually this is obtained when experienced, ageing priests request a re-choosing and are re-submerged in the pool.

After the choosing, priests of the word will analyze and make a record of the lace for each student. For each new priest of the body, there will always be a priest of protection whose lace pattern matches theirs. Usually a year set or two older than they, but not always. There are also always more priests of protection than there are of the body. These two matched priests are now guardian and ward and will develop a tight bond on sight. Sometimes it involves sex, sometimes not. But it is always (mostly always?) a relationship that involves friendship, trust and love. The sacred duty of the Priest/ess of Protection is to guard his ward - the priest/ess of the body. Never again will the Priest/ess of the Body be alone, except when bathing and such and in some classes. Their guardian will almost always be within shouting distance or have another guardian he trusts cover for him or her. The bond is a supernatural one and is in place instantly once they see each other - but it grows with time.

The remainder of this section is specific to the priests of the Body.

The training of the priest/esses of the Body now focus on sex. For the first year, they are encouraged to experiment with each other but denied penetration. They are taught there is nothing wrong as long as everyone consents. This first year focuses on an innocent exploration. They are closely guarded by their mentors, exposed little by little to ensure a healthy, shameless relationship with sex. Many conversations and discussions are had with their mentors (all of them also priests/esses of the body). Preferences are discovered and discussed. Regular classes continue as well, with the influx of sexual themes. Poetry, romance, and sexual themes in literature. Science focused more on a very detailed analysis of human reproductive systems, erogenous zones, etc. Physical education classes focusing on dance, flexibility, toning their body. They are taught fashion, cosmetics, fine dining, how to interact with everyone from peasants to royalty. This training will continue for a full year.

The second year of training focuses on actual sexual training. Graded, assigned sexual content. They fuck each other in front of their classes, and are critiqued. They learn to perform oral sex on both sexes and master both. Their specific sexual preferences that have been identified (submission, dominance, sadism, etc) are fine tuned, with assignments testing and pushing and defining their limits. They perform in front of audiences of experienced priest/esses and are critiqued and graded.

The third year of training, they will begin taking patrons. Any citizen can request a session with a priest/ess, but they are expected to pay for the session and tithe their priest/ess. Priests of the Word will assign the patrons, most of the sessions are observed by mentors and teachers (usually unseen by the patron) and the student priest/ess counseled and guided. No grades are given in the third year however there is a final performance that determines whether they pass or not. That final performance is open to the public and is considered a festival time by devotees of Lure.

The Complete Priest/ess of the Body

The Priest/ess of the Body is a sexualized creature designed to tempt any sexually functioning human. Considered by many outside the Temple to be "whores", they are anything but. Sex to them is an act of worship and service and they will tempt you to do it. They will try to get in your head. To beg and plead and demand and push and pull and entice and do whatever they can to TEMPT you. They do not fuck to cum. They create the temptation and fuck to satisfy it. They carefully analyze what the needs of their patrons actually are and adjust things as needed to see those needs are met in addition to their temptations - not in spite of. Their goal is to lead their patron through whatever temptation they have - safely. For everybody.

They do not always have sex. Frequently they are companions, arm candy, even advisors on personal relations. Sometimes they are simply beaten - enduring it to guide their patron through following through on their temptation to rage - but rage safely. Rather than beat his wife, he beats a priestess. The tithe will be high.

Whatever they do, they do it safely, following very specific contracts written by priest/esses of the voice.

Everything is an act of devotion to Lure.

Priests/esses of Lure always have an assigned bodyguard called a Guardian follow them everywhere. These two are magically soul-bound upon their Choosing and will very rarely separate. People do change, and either party can always request a bond breaking or a new Choosing. This is extremely rare and considered to be a scandalous thing. Sometimes the relationships between a guardian and their ward are sexual, sometimes not. The guardian has one priority - the safety of their ward. Everything else is extra. And while the physical safety is highest priority, almost all guardians consider the emotional safety of their ward to be essential as well. They perform aftercare, cuddle, and counsel their wards. Whenever their ward is with a patron their guardian is always there, physically present, armed and ready to interfere if needed. This is never a negotiable thing. Even for student priests, for every performance their guardian is there. Armed and ready to interfere. The guardians themselves are never sexual performs with patrons - any sexual contact with their ward is in their private rooms. It is their sacred duty to serve as guards to the bodies of Lure's priest/esses of the Body. Lure cherishes every member of his priesthood, but everyone knows his favorites are those of the Body.

All priests and priestess of Lure live in the temples. However once past the student stage they have a very active presence in the community. The wealthy prize contact with these beautiful (and ALL of them are beautiful - or at worst striking), glamorous, scandalous priests and priestesses and they are often invited to fashionable parties. 'Favorite' priest/esses come and go like any sort of fashionable thing. And always, the guardians follow with watchful eyes and handy weapons.

The Price of Temptation

Every temptation has a price. This is a law of nature even a god cannot break. But the price can be changed by Lure's priests. Instead of the natural price, the person wanting to satisfy their temptation pays a tithe to the Temple and the priest/ess. Usually that tithe is monetary, but it does not always have to be. Lure has known to exact some unique tithes from his patrons.

Instead of harming her husband she is annoyed with, a wife can slap and berate a priest of the body. She avoids the price of an unhappy marriage in exchange for a gold coin or two. AND she gets an exquisitely perfect version of whatever reaction provides her the most satisfaction.

Instead of cheating on his wife with a mistress and risking the price of disease and bastards, a man enjoys a titillating satisfying fantasy sexual encounter. It is not considered cheating by most of society to fuck a priest/ess of Lure. The Lurian theology runs deep on that one, but its tied in a knot of consent, bodily autonomy, the physical act of sex not being an inherent part of a relationship, etc. Maybe I will go deeper one boring weekend.

Sexual Trauma and it's regard by the Priesthood

There is no greater form of worship for a Priest/ess of Lure than to be involved in healing sexual trauma. Sex outside of the temple is archaic, homophobic, and misogynistic. Women are raped and beaten. Gay men are raped and beaten. Lesbian women are raped and beaten. Not by all - many follow Lure's more open teachings. But there are other gods and many are not so open-minded. Victims are not always brought to the Temple, but when they are it is an occasion of true rejoicing and happiness amongst the entire priesthood. There is no greater sin than to steal someone's opportunities of temptation. And sexual temptation is the greatest and most sacred of all. To limit someone's sexual temptations by traumatizing them? It is unthinkable. To be a part of healing this? There is no greater blessing.

The entire temple priesthood will pour their energies into healing these victims. No tithes are ever accepted from the victims themselves, though relatives are permitted to tithe. Sometimes an actual crime has been committed (but not always) and if so the criminal's assets can be seized to compensate the Temple. Those on the path of obligation do everything they can to provide ease and comfort to the victim. They will provide the sweetest smelling and softest linens and clothing. They will spend hours at any time of the day or night to cook delicacies for them. Those on the path of action will redesign and refurnish a room a dozen times and be genuinely happy to do so. Or construct specific requests that will help the victim recover. They will carefully tend to physical state of the victim and make sure health is restored. Children will pray to Lure for them. Guardians will protect them. And the priest/esses of the Body? They will befriend them. Gently lead them through rehabilitation with kisses and cuddles and heartbreaking kindness and gentleness. They will uncover triggers and slowly, oh so slowly, rehabilitating those triggers. It doesn't matter how long it takes. That victim remains until the Priest/esses of the Voice pronounce them fully healthy. Even then, they are released into the welcoming hands of trusted Temple Patrons who will re-socialize them and get them settled with good lives.

There is no greater act of devotion for a priest or priestess of Lure than to assist in any way with aid to a victim of sexual trauma, freeing that person to be tempted once again with the desires of the flesh.

World Build with Me

Got a favorite pairing or a kink you need massaged quickly? Sketch a quick character and hit me up to see if we can fit them in the world of Temptations. Give me a day or so and I will provide a "contract" your character can provide a Priest of the Voice.

Naria: neither sub nor dom but can submit and gently dom, extremely perceptive and intuitive. Very sensual, very gentle and affectionate. She is the lover.

Krahl: A beautiful, almost effeminate man. Often perceived as a bottom but he is very definitely a top. Can be viciously cruel and predatory to those who need it, but is incredibly gentle with those who need kindness. Dominant.

More coming

 

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Bump. Only room for 1-2 more RPs

 

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Hesitantly bumping. I don't have many RP spots available, but I do have some.

 

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Bumping for Temptations world idea. Pretty pretty please I'm obseeesssed.