Mx F or NB Let's Dive Into a Pool of Sin Together, Shall We? - [ RT UPDATED 7/01/25! ]

nuk3themidw3st · Mar 24, 2025

Good Evening, Everyone of BlueMoon

About Me:

- I tend to lean more dominant, but I am not opposed to submissive scenes as well. I'd say it goes 65% dom, 35% sub for me.
- I have been roleplaying for about 6 years now.
- I can write anywhere from 200 words to 1000 or more per reply.
- All women are welcome, including trans women
- My favorite color is Purple.
- I may not reply every single day, but I will also try to not leave you in the dark for extended periods of time.
- I'm usually looking for aroung a 60-40 split on smut to story, but that can fluctuate.

Writing Samples & Ideas:

Dominant Plots:

Bondage Barbie

A loving couple of five years, slowly divided by the wife's career path. As she was climbing up the corporate and societal ladder, he remained at his lowly job in a cubicle. She was being wined and dined by the wealthy and powerful, while he was sorting through code and spreadsheets. She quickly became the overwhelming breadwinner of the two, and over time she began to think so, so much less of him. He was no longer what she desired, and this quickly drove her into the arms of other men... Men who were wealthy and successful, confident and commanding, exactly what she craved. The poor husband tried to bring the spark back, promising to do whatever it took to rekindle their love... but she only laughed in his face. She said he could leave if he so wished, or he could just accept her desires and suck it up. For a few weeks, that is exactly what he did... He never knew if she was going to work or a hotel room when she left the house, sometimes not returning or multiple days... He drank himself into a deep depression, and it cost him his job in the end. That was however, the final straw for him. He wasn't going to let her ruin his life and treat him like this... He wasn't going to sit back and be her punching bag, her mule to laugh at and abuse... And so, he pulled $2,000 from the joint bank account and hired a private investigator to follow her around for 4 days. When the PI came back, he had a mountain of evidence and footage. Hundreds of photos and videos of her with various men, at various restaurants, bars, and hotels, clung to various men for dear life... And of course, plenty of proof of her adultary. While she may be fine with it now, it'll possibly ruin her career if the press gets ahold of this. All it would take is 1 email, and her career would be ruined... But where's the fun in that? He was tired of being stepped on and abused, and figured that now it was his turn to be the antagonist... To be the one who shamed, mocked, and humiliated her for his enjoyment... If she didn't want this powerful proof getting out, she would be forced to do whatever he said or desired, whenever he wanted it, or else... Everything would be ruined. And who knows? Maybe after a while, she'll fall in line and love the abuse...

What is Hell for an Angel? Let's Find Out..

If this old "Book of the Damned" I picked up from my grandfathers old library is correct, then I should be seconds away from spawning an Angel. All I needed was a fairly large, empty room and to draw a few of these strange, latin-ish symbols all around the room. The worst part was that they had to be drawn with "virgin blood" and unfortunately, I have plenty of that. After I recite this old latin passage, if all goes according to plan, a beautiful, serene Angel will be ripped out of heaven, and delivered to me... And then, the spell should etch runes into the flesh of their neck, making them unable to harm me and completely at my mercy... God, I hope this works...

The Scum Beneath a Viltrumite's Boot

The Viltrumite invasion went about as you would expect it to go. Four of those godly, human-like beings descended upon Earth and, in less than 48 hours, had sent every single country on the planet into total chaos. Millions died by the hour, and every president/dictator/parliament was slaughtered before the sun rose on day 3. Every military base and nucleae warhead had been destroyed, and truthfully even at our best we stood no match against them. Humanity had to accept Viltrumite rule or die, and to ensure the continuation of Humanity as a whole, our species surrendered. From that day on, men were forced into a life of labor, building whatever the Viltrumites requested, and working until they died, essentially. The women however... Their fate was worse than that of the men, one could argue. Due to how relatively similar the human species and Viltrumite species are, top Viltrumite scientists concluded that humans would produce the closest thing to pure blooded Viltrumite offspring. And thus, women were rounded up by the hundreds... By the thousands... And subjected to rigerous testing before being labeled as ""Caretakers" or "Livestock". Caretakers would, as the name suggests, raise young Viltrumites into the living weapons that they are. Those labeled as "Livestock" would be 100% free for any one or multiple Viltrumites to claim as a sex slave, inevitably becoming impregnated by the Viltrumite, and kept in a harem of female slaves ranging anywhere from a handful to thousands. But alas, not all hope is gone... Small pockets of humans do exist out there, who act as a "Rebel Alliance" against the Viltrumites. They of course can't cause much harm to them, but they sure can annoy them. Planting make shift explosives onto buildings and monuments, even bombing "Care Centers" where young Viltrimutes are raised. Unfortunately for you, you are a member of a rebel group who would rather die than be reduced to a breeding slave... But alas, we shall see if that is true when you are caught by a pure blood Viltrumite, who finds your body appealing enough to be added to his collection...

One by One, The Heroes of Earth Submit to a New God.

Supergirl, one of Earth's strongest and mightiest, was the first to fall. Having received a distress signal back at the Hall of Justice at a time when the others were off dealing with the aftermath of an attack by six versions of The Joker from other dimensions. Rather than bothering any of them, Supergirl believed that she could handle whatever issue this was, and flew off through the depths of space at a speed surpassing light, eventually arriving on an enormous planet in the Corbin-49 system. The planet was being torn apart by a strange woman, someone who Supergirl did not recognize. She had a typical humanoid woman's body, with hellacious wings like a gargoyle ejecting out of her back, arms that could extend outward like they were elastic, sharp claws ejecting out of her fingers on a whim, and dark purple skin with glowing purple eyes. As Supergirl arrived, the mysterious woman had her arms extended for hundreds of meters, wrapped around the throats of hundreds of the planets' native species, snapping all of their necks one by one. When Supergirl came into view, the woman looked intrigued, and quickly snapped the rest of the necks before turning her attention to the visitor. The battle between these two was violent and bloody, with the hellacious woman slaughtering hundreds even as she battled with Supergirl. In the end, Supergirl was victorious over the twisted woman, but she had one last trick up her sleeve. Downed on the battlefield, she suddenly opens her mouth wide and lets out a loud, almost ear splitting screech that sounds and feels like it's carring endlessly. The screech lasts for almost a full minute, and does slightly disorientate the tired Supergirl, but she is fine once it ends. After several seconds of an almost "calm before the storm" level of silence, an enormous crack of purple lightning strikes the ground between the twisted woman and Supergirl, and standing there when it dissipates, a tall, brooding being stands facing Supergirl. Muscular and dense beyond even the appearance of Thanos, over 9 feet tall with purple skin darker than the winged woman's skin, snow white hair flowing back and down to the middle of his spine, and wielding a massive sword and shield that look to be made out of spinal bones from unknown creatures. He is Purafis, the Ethereal God, and the purple woman is Talia, the Ethereal Ones' Pawn. Supergirl felt a shift in the air... His presence... His aura... He was immensely powerful, and even she was a bit worried if she fared well in battle right now after taking down Talia, but the last thing she wanted was to lead this being back to Earth...

And so, she put forth a valiant effort in trying to take down Purafis, but ultimately, she was no match. Truthfully, she wouldn't have stood a chance against him at full strength even, he was just THAT powerful. With Supergirl defeated at his feet, Purafis could claim his prize... He reached down and clamped his hand around her throat, lifting her body off the ground with ease, and raising her up for her eyes to meet his. He had the most arrogant, cocky smirk across his lips... As did Talia, who was shockingly at his side, reaching down his pants and clearly stroking his cock. Purafis then opened his mouth, and pulled out a small glowing purple rock, oval in shape. And then, he forced it down the throat of Supergirl. Her body immediately began to shiver and spasm as he dropped her to the ground, and they stood and watched as her transformation began. Her flesh was rapidly beginning to show glowing purple streaks in her veins, all across her body, and the purple hue was rapidly spreading across her body. A pure white flame cascaded across her suit, melting the red and blue into black and white, and burning the red Super logo on her chest into a glowing purple version of the logo. Her breasts expanded within the newly forming suit, as did her hips widen and her glutes expanding. Supergirl was screaming out in utter agony, but as the transformation continued on, the screams slowly began to warp into ecstasy fueled moans. Her skin turned a similar purple hue to that of Talia, and Supergirl grew claws on her hands... Razor sharp, almost shark-like teeth in her mouth, and her tongue twisted and stretched into that of a serpent. Her blonde hair was now much longer, down past her new juicy ass, and it was split down the middle, half black and half white, matching her new, dare I say sluttified uniform that showed a lot more flesh than before. When the transformation was complete, she was no longer Kara Zor-el, aka Supergirl... She had been reborn, renamed by Purafis as Rakana, of Ethereal Order. Rakana presented both yin and yang, good and evil, actions and reactions, polar opposites. She would return to Earth on her own as a message for the humans and heroes who reside there, presenting them with two options: surrender to the might of Purafis, The Ethereal God, the one true God of all realms and worlds... Or, they can attempt to fight, and end up squashed like bugs beneath his feet. Before heading off for her mission, to either warn or help Earth prepare for his arrival, she offered her body to her new God, and he happily accepted before sending her off on her way...

Property of Man

Kali, 19 years old, was about to say goodbye to the life she had up until this point. Her friends, her family, her college professors and all dreams she had for who she'd be as a woman... They are all about to be rendered insignificant and obsolete. Kali knelt on a hardwood floor, her head down, eyes on the floor, and her body completely nude. She was broadcasting on all social media platforms on her main accounts, for all friends and family to see. A man's leg could be seen off to the side, but it was just black shoes and dark colored pants, rocking slowly in a layboy chair. You could almost see a tear swelling in her eye as Kali held up a piece of paper, and began to speak..

"I'm a worthless piece of fuckmeat.

I'm just a set of three holes, and a pair of tits.

I'm better off living as a toy of pleasure for a powerful man.

I don't deserve any rights, nor do I want or need them.

I'm just a man's property.

I no longer believe the lies of modern feminism.

I am nothing without the guidance and leadership of man.

I proudly accept that I and all woman are inferior to man.

I will live the rest of my life serving man and obeying every command of man.

Women are nothing but lost bodies of meat and desire without the guidance and control of man.

I encourge my fellow women to accept and follow the same truths that I already have.

I am, and always will be, an inferior object for man.

And I couldn't be happier~"

Kali set the piece of paper down slowly, taking a deep breath before slowly turning her gaze towards the man seated off to the side from her, clearly looking for guidance and approval. On the feed, a firm hand and an arm wrapped in an italian suit coul be seen reaching out, petting her on the head like one would a dog, as Kali smiled at the response and playfully bounced her ass a little. That firm hand soon slid down her body, landing between her legs, and wedged its middle and ring fingers into her pussy, violently finger fucking Kali as a reward for the path she has chosen. Kali's eyes start to roll back, and her tongue instinctively hangs from her mouth as she lets out some of the most needy, pathetic sounding moans anyone has ever heard... And then, Kali's feed ends, and her new life officially begins.

In this plot, my idea is that you would be the next woman(18+) who winds up groomed and claimed by the same man who has claimed Kali. Who are you and how did they meet? Was Kali involved in the setup? Are you and Kali his only "victims", or does he fancy himself to be a wealthy collector, claiming women of all different race, nationality, gender for his own selfish desire? Only time will tell...

A Princess Who Yearns for Adventure, and Ends Up In Over Her Head..

Rowena Morewood, 20 years old and the youngest daughter of the faimed Morewood Family, who rule over the Anullder Empire with a balance of love and iron, is perhaps the most troublesome of the family. Unlike her elder siblings who have taken to the regal life and flourished within it like a fish thrown into a body of water, Rowena seeks more of her life. She doesn't wish to live life as a docile woman, sent into an arranged marriage with a royal man, kept behind closed doors and forced to only wear fancy dresses and act holier than thou for her entire life. Rowena wants to see beyond the kingdom she has live within her entire life, beyond even the borders of the Anullder Empire itself, to see whatever the rest of this world has to offer... But according to her parents, such things are forbidden of royalty. Rowena has slipped royal details who would accompany her around the kingdom on many occasions, and always wound up back in her bedroom without anyone seeing her get there. Her elusivity was impressive, but not to her parents who grew bored of the antics, and elder siblings who felt pity for their misguided younger sister. When her parents had finally had enough, they banished Rowena to a private, secluded section of the castle where she would spend her days under lockdown for until she is to be wed, which may be another year ot two away.

Rowena had no plans of going down without a fight.

Slowly, she would test every nook and cranny of her prison within home, trying to find weaknesses or breaks in the walls, but was without much luck. Lack of use within this wing of the castle had spared it of the wear and tear of everyday use. Rowena only had a slight oppertunity to escape when she was forced to attend a party or royal event, but even then she was heavily guarded and constantly watched. Until of course, on one fateful night where the family was celebrating Rowena's sister Marina's 5th wedding anniversary, Rowena had disappeared entirely. She slipped into a bathroom one second, and was gone in the wind the next. She had hitched a ride in secrecy on a coal engine train that ran a few miles from the castle, having to endure a run through a thick forest to get to it. But once she was on that train, Rowena was finally free and hid in the cargo hold for almost an entire day. When the train had finally stopped, Rowens peaked out and was in awe of the new world that she had found: a place called New Dorian City. Bright lights, fancy signs and bizarre shops all around. Rowena saw so many things that she never could have imagined being real, or that she'd even ever have the chance to see... But how was a privledged, isolated woman supposed to survive in a whole new world where she only had money from some jewelry she could sell? It's said that places like New Dorian City, where organized crime runs rampant, people who don't belong find out that they don't belong when they are chewed up and spit out by the city itself... But maybe, just maybe, Rowena ends up in the hands of a seemingly charming but corrupt criminal mastermind, who drags Rowena into his world and corrupts her into being just as maniacal and vile as he is?

St. Ambrosia's Academy for the Deviant

Welcome one and all, to St. Ambrosia's Academy for the Deviant. Located on an isolated plot of land up in the forests of California, St. Ambrosia's is a facility where the women of society who are morally corrupt and delinquent, but not so far down that they are murderers or cannot be saved, are sent for many, many months of in-depth rehabilitation and therapy. St. Ambrosia's accepts all sorts of of women: drug addicts, thieves, porn/sex addicted deviants, sporadically violent offenders, and more. In most cases, patients who are sent here are between the age of 18-24, though some exceptions are made in rare instnces, and they are often ordered by the courts to be sent here, deemed a "healthier alternative" to the standard and archaic prison structure of America now. The women sent to St. Ambrosia's Academy are first and foremost stripped down to their most basic, primal selves (stripped naked and shamed publicly by staff), before being sent off to their assigned dorms which are determinde solely on their behavior and entry exam (Women who are sexy get good dorms, lesser women get basic dorms).

And over the next few months, or more if a woman is deemed extremely deviant, these women will undergo various classes and methods of therapy in order to help them see the errors of their lives, and hopefully become better women who are more productive to our society as a whole. Some classes and therapy methods offered at St. Ambrosia's include: Intimacy Workshops blowjob/handjob classes, Pleasure Portals intimacy & bondage sex classes, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy deeply ingrained hypnotic programming & suggestive personality alterations, and Physical Betterment Groups plastic surgery/experimental medical procedures to make boobs bigger, asses fatter, lips puffier, etc..

If you are troubled, or someone you know is a deviant, don't wait until it's too late... Sign them up for a stay at St. Ambrosia's NOW!!

A Backside Curse

There's no beating around the bush here... Of all the people in this world who have found themselves cursed, you may have gotten one of, if not the worst curse imaginable. A devout woman of religion, raised by strict parents who were very closed minded and rude, had imprinted many of those same values upon you, even now as a young adult. This lead to you performing an unthinkable act: being rude to an impoverished individual within the village/town/kingdom/city. And as fate would have it, that individual was one of wicked powers, who cast a wicked curse upon you, based entirely upon the words you spewed at her. She had grown upset when, in a moment of desperation, she begged you for even just a dollar to buy some food. You recoiled in disgust and said no, which made the woman spew nasty words back at you... To which you replied "What's stuck up your ass you bitter hag? Enjoy being pathetic!" before stomping off... Yes, it was true: you were cursed to not just want, but to need anal sex of some kind. Once a day at minimum, someone else had to something up your ass and make you climax, otherwise your body would grow desperate and needy, like a junkie being deprived of their next fix, becoming almost feral for anal stimulation. You couldn't do it to yourself either... It explicitly had to be delivered upon you by someone else. This unfortunately made you the talk of the village/town/kingdom/city, with many taking pity on you, and others finding amusement in it.

Hidden Behind Closed Doors, and Dicked Down in the Dark

You: a prominent political lawyer. Your boyfriend/husband: a respected neurosurgeon. Due to your political standings, you and your husband had to maintain a pretty tame public image, and neither of you really objected to this. Behind closed doors however, be it in the comfort of your home or at a hotel in the city, you two would have wild nights together, and tonight was supposed to be no different. To have some spontaneous fun, you had a new emerald green lingerie set delivered to the house while he was at work, and you planned to be wearing only it when he got home. You left the front door unlocked, put the lingerie on, gagged your mouth, put on a blindfold, and got onto your knees on the bed with your ass up and your face buried sideways on a pillow. You knew he'd be some soon, and the anticipation was killing you with every passing second... And then, you heard the front door open and shut, the footsteps growing louder and louder as he got close... The door opening, and silence from him. Too amazed to speak? One could certainly assume. You soon felt his hands groping your body... Sliding down your thighs, dancing up between them, squeezing and smacking your cheeks... Followed by the ever familiar sound of a belt buckle coming undone, pants falling down around his ankles, and the slap of his cock against your ass cheek. He didn't waste any time, tugging the fabric of your panties to the side, and sliding himself in.

What followed was perhaps the greatest night of sex you personally ever had. He was rough but intimate, caring for you but also selfish of his own needs, and his dick felt amazing... Almost like he was bigger, thicker, than he had ever been. You were a moaning mess into the gag the entire time, climaxing even before he did, but he coated your ass and back in his cum as he grunted to completion... And then, you heard his pants being pulled up, another smack on the ass, and he left the room.

A few minutes later, the front door opened again, followed by 3 words that immediately sent a chill down your spine: "Honey, I'm home!"

That wasn't your husband... But who was it? A neighbor, a colleague from work, a random home invader who came for jewelry and got a little extra? And most importantly, and perhaps shamefully... How do you get him to come back?

A World for the Deviant and Magical

Just a few hours ago, Cameron went to sleep in his bed. Today, he wakes up falling from the sky at several thousand miles per hour. As anyone would be, Cameron is terrified and does anything he can to save himself, from pinching himself hoping that this is all a dream, to praying for any God out there to hear his begging and spare his life. He quickly accepted his fate... That he would be dead in just a few moments. Cameron shut his eyes and braced for impact, soon landing with a heavy THUD into the grass below... But he survived. His body was incredibly sore, and the wind was knocked out of his lungs, but by all accounts he was alive. Gasping for air, Cameron tried to sit up and find his bearings, to maybe figure out where he had landed. But as he looked around, everything was foreign to him. Bizarre trees that twist and curve in odd directions, flowers that seem to go higher into the sky than some of the trees, small critters that don't look anything like what he's seen before, a pond of water which is perhaps the most normal thing... And also, standing across from him, a woman with long white hair and cat-like ears protruding out of her head, with a white tail gently swaying begind her, with a bizarre wooden staff in her hands. "Uh... Are you okay, sir?" She asks, but Cameron can't formulate a response, or even a thought right now. The things he was seeing were beyond confusing, and the shock of the impact had just hit him in the gut like a truck, resulting in Cameron slumping over unconscious like a thrown sack of potatoes.

The next thing Cameron knows, he is laying on a bed in a bizarre little cottage, and through the door of the room he is in, he sees the strange cat woman stewing over a pot over a fire in the kitchen area, with hunks of vegetables, meat, and spices floating around her like they were held up by strings... Whatever it was, Cameron knew it was amazing, but he didn't yet have the strength to move, so he just groaned in pain, hoping to be heard.

Yes, it's a smutty isekai scene. Have fun!

The Orc King Especially Loves Elf and Fairy Pussy..

Far and wide, Zorgan and his unstoppable army of Orcs would run through entire kingdoms, leaving a path of blood and corpses in their wake. No kingdom had been able to stand against them for too long, all had fallen due to the sheer number of large, muscular Orcs who could take on 5 human warriors at once. The King would always claim at least one Slave Wife from a kingdom he demolished and conquered, and on this unfortunate day, you were his new toy.

Your parents were the peaceful leaders of a kingdom that remained secluded and hidden atop a large mountain. Having adapted to harsh weather and freezing temperatures, your kind never anticipated others to venture so far for combat. But one day, an army of thousands upon thousands of Orcs showed up, their bodies draped in the pelt of thousands of Fenrir, and they came for blood. The kingdom was toppled in just a few days, and between you, your sisters, and your mother, The Orc King claimed you as his new Slave Wife...

Aren't you the lucky one?

Turns Out You Are Very Well Equipped for the Intergalactic Summit

In 2085, Earth was forcefully added to the enormous Intergalactic Coalition of Advanced Species. Normally humanity would prefer to be out of sight and out of mind, but with the threat of having a hole blown in the planet itself, they had no choice but to join I.C.A.S. and submit to the intergalactic rules and regulations. One very important rule was that every 10 years, next beginning in 2090, 1 female human will be selected at random to participate in "The Kings' Summit", a contest broadcast across all groups in I.C.A.S. in which 1 female representative of each planets species competes against one another for the distinguished honor of being claimed by King Zur'al Morganthar, the most powerful and feared being in all of I.C.A.S. He had a harem of 17 wives already, and was always open to more.

Fast forward to 2090, and you of all possible people were randomly selected to be Earth's representative in I.C.A.S. Nobody else knows that you love using giant dildos deisnged to simulate what an alien dick may look like, which could give you an advantage when it comes time to show your loyalty and devotion to King Zur'al and his thick 14-inch cock..

A Complicated Desire for Love [NEW]

YC is a (mid to late 20's) wife stuck in a dead end, soulless marrige. YC's husband, bless his heart, just isn't the man who she married all those years ago before he had gone off to Kuwait with the Marines. Back then he was driven, bold, proud, and confident. But now, after his honorable discharge from the military due to a previously unknown medical issue, he just... isn't the same. He tries to survive solely on his military checks, which do go towards buying more alcohol than YC would like him drinking. YC's parents have had to help pitch in for bills or mortgage/rent here or there, and he was fortunately none the wiser due to his constant drunken state. YC still felt some love for him, but a man glued to the couch, no drive, becoming everything you detest and on top of that waiving off the idea of ever having children? It drove YC to a breaking point.

One saturday evening, after a dinner had been made and given to him, YC took a shower and dolled herself up to the nines. More makeup than she had used in years, an old black tube dress from the depths of her closet that she hasn't touched since her junior year of college, a few spritzes of the "fuck me" perfume YC had kept since college... And most importantly, she left her wedding ring in the jewelry box. YC told her husband that "she was going out for a few drinks with the old girls from college" and that YC would be back probably around midnight, and he half consciously said "ok" without even giving her words much thought before she had stormed off. YC hoped that he would question it even once, or say anything of substance to her... But alas, he did not, and his lack of care or reaction only further sealed the fate of the evening that was to come.

Truthfully, YC was not going out with friends from college... YC was going out to find a man... Not just any man, but THE type of man that she wants. A man who can be loving and gentle, or strict and authoritative, depending on the situation. Older or younger, YC wouldn't be too picky, but he had to be "her type" because one way or another, she was not heading home that evening without getting her back blown out by someone... And that "someone" might just turn out to be a Demon, or even a Vampire... One who loves the life as a wealthy human male playboy, who could realistically have any woman he pleased... But he saw the need, the hunger, the desire, burning in YC's eyes... Burning throughout her entire body and in the depths of her soul. Of course he would give her the night she wanted, but maybe he would give her more than that... A positive pregnancy test? Or give her the urge to have more, but she gets frustrated seeing him with other girls, leaving her needy and practically begging him to give her more... Making her want him more and more, all to herself, husband be damned at that point. YC would want MC more than anything, and just how far would she go to get more of MC? Only time will tell.

Who cares if YC get pregnant with a demons' spawn, or winds up in a lustful harem of sluts who love a demonic/vampiric man...

A Liberals Lust / A Conservative Concubine [NEW]
The Liberal: Wendy is your stereotypical liberal woman: early 20's, blue hair like Ramona Flowers, maybe even with part of her hair shaved, a few tattoos, facial piercings, and a bonafide feminist who is willing to do just about whatever it takes to spread equality and bring down the patriarchy. She's the talk of the town for some of the demonstrations that she has been part of organized herself, most notably the topless protest she orchestrated on campus last month, where herself and 29 other women went topless around campus with the name of an abuser painted on their chest, many of whom were fellow students with accusations of their own. She got suspended sure, but that much did not matter to Wendy. She wanted to topple an establishment that cared more about its' public image than helping the women in need who have been victimized by these men, and she made it clear that she would go to extreme lengths to get what she wants...

Wendy does all of this not just because it's what she wholeheartedly believes in and wants for the world, but part of it is done because she uses it to wash out her one truly dirty habit: She has a bizarre addiction, a need to be manhandled and abused sexually by strong, powerful men who truly see her as less than and as an inferior half of the human species. By day she screams about needing to take these men down, and by night she is tied up as one of these men rams his cock into her asshole over and over again until she passes out...

The Conservative: Amanda is a proud young southern woman who has been gaining quite the large social media following, thanks in large part to her undercover work attending liberal rallies and events, where her lone goal is to disprove and dismantle the liberal agenda by all means necesary. She's only 25 years old, so she can pass as a college student with ease, yet she is much smarter and more informed than most of them. It's why so many clips have blown up on social media of Amanda debating uneducated liberal college students, making them look stupid to the point where they get "triggered" and throw something at her, be it a coffee or even a punch. Amanda was quite proud of her work, and her online following, yet nobody knew about the secrets of her life...

Every Friday night at midnight sharp, Amanda leaves her apartment on her hands and knees, wearing only lingerie, a dog collar, buttplug, and a ballgag in her mouth, as she slowly crawls down the hall... Slowly moving down to one specific door, knocking on it, and waiting like an obedient puppy for the man who has laid claim to her body to answer it, clip a leash onto her collar, and let her inside. And no, it's not another macho conservative man who is taking advantage of Amanda every weekend... It's a cocky young college student, a bleeding "Portland-ish" liberal who just so happens to have a huge 9-inch cock that Amanda is head over heels for, which is why she allows herself to be abused and used like a sex toy every weekend...

Submissive Plots:

My Neighbor, the Dominatrix

I was on my own in the world for the very first time, and it really was intimidating. 23 years old, working remotely from home for Google on coding and cybersecurity, I finally decided to move out of my parents home and venture out on my own. I probably could have gone for a single family home, or a quaint little ranch, I opted for a nice little townhouse a few miles away. My parents helped me in getting the place furnished simply, but from there, I was on my own for bills, utilities, issues, and so on. Admittedly, I was in over my head early on, but over time I definitely was settling in and getting comfortable. I never bothered to get to know any of the neighbors, outside of waving "hello" to them in passing or helping to shovel snow in the winter. However, I did know one neighbor a little bit more than I initially would've liked. Her townhouse was the one directly next to mine, and at face value she seemed like a kind and ordinary woman, and beautiful too. I never had an issue with her, but one random Friday evening, I couldn't sleep due to the sounds of hot, fiery sex bellowing through the wall. It was a bit uncomfortable, obviously, and if it was just a one time thing, I probably wouldn't have said anything about it. Unfortunately, it happened basically every weekend, and a few times throughout the middle of weeks as well. I was slowly growing frustrated, and baffled by how someone could have so much sex! After a month, I had finally had enough of it, and at around 6:30pm that evening, once I was done for the day and saw her car parked outside, I slammed back a shot of tequila for some liquid courage before marching over and knocking on her front door... Unaware that my night would soon end with me naked and strapped down in her bed…

The Gaudy CEO & Her New Secretary

Being a secretary was never what I envisioned as my first "big" adult job. Fresh out of college and looking to carve my own path proved to be quite difficult, and as a result, I had to make some compromises with what I wanted to do for work. In the end, I chose to apply for this secretary job not because it sounded enticing or because I truly wanted this job, but rather because it offered a starting pay of $75,000 with full benefits, overtime opportunities, and more. After a couple of meetings with HR, I was offered the job and happily accepted. However, that's when things started to get... weird. First of all, multiple sets of a "work uniform" were sent to my home, color coded specifically for each day of the week, and they were almost uncomfortably tight. The khakis and pants sent over almost felt like womens pants, designed to make their ass look great inside of, and if I didn't know better I would've assumed that the tops included were womens blouses! It was odd, but I didn't know much about fashion, so I just went along with it. The most alarming piece of evidence came from my boss, the CEO herself who I was secretary for. It's like she was... predatory, around me. Always smirking and teasing me in different ways, making me march into her office and pick up a pen she "accidentally" dropped, but forcing me to bend over at the waist instead of kneeling down to pick it up. It felt so... strange, like I was some toy for her to play with. I couldn't really say anything about it because she was also THAT intimidating of a figure, and she could have fired me with as little as a snap of her fingers. I just hope things don't get worse…

The Spoils of a Victorious Queen

After 13 days of a long, grueling, and bloody war, I was the only male member of my family who hadn't had their throat slashed and body hung in the streets. I, the 25 year old prince of the Kornictian Kingdom, now sat in a cold, damp cell with my wrists shackled above my head to an unforgiving stone wall for 23 hours of the day. I am not sure of exactly how long I have been down here now, but my guess based on my "sleep" is 3 days. I fully expected to be kept down here until I withered away and died due to a lack of food and water, but that's exactly when two armoured guards swung my cell open, clubbed me over the skull, threw a hood over my head, and then proceeded to unshackle me from the wall and drag me away. The next thing I knew, I was aggressively thrown onto my knees, and when the hood was pulled off, I was nearly blinded by the glistening light cascading down upon me from dozens of stained glass windows. As my eyes soon adjusted, I recognized the type of room that I was now in... It was a throne room, and smirking in her throne just a mere 20 feet in front of me... The Queen herself. Was she looking to slaughter me, the last male of my bloodline, with her own hand? Or did she have something more devious and twisted in mind…

My Girlfriend is LITERALLY a Demon!

Life comes at you fast... One moment you're drunk with your buddies, stumbling down the road to explore an old abandoned mansion that local lore says was the home of an old Satanic Cult back in the 30's, and the next moment you are pinned to a wall by a tall, unfathomably sexy Demon who could snap your neck, slice your throat, or make out with you at any second. Fortunately for me, when I was in this very scenario, the Demon Woman forced her split tongue down my throat and had sex with me that evening. At some point I blacked out, and the next morning I woke up in a house I didn't recognize, and the Demon from the night prior had taken a human form, asleep next to me. In all honesty, I probably would have at least tried to kill her at the time if she didn't cuff my wrists together behind my back, and lock a black ballgag in my mouth. From that day on, whether I wanted it at the time or not, I was the "boyfriend" of this twisted and horny Demon. Realistically I was more akin to a toy or pet to her, due to just how different as beings we were, but as long as she wasn't planning to snap my neck or slice the flesh from my still living body and feed it to her pet hellhound, I guess I couldn't complain..

Abducted

It all happened so fast... One second I was in my car, about two-thirds of the way through a 6 hour trip back to my home, after spending an extended weekend visiting family. It was dark, and I was alone on a long, seemingly endless stretch of road in the middle of nowhere. The next thing I knew, my car was swallowed up by an unfathomably bright and oddly cold purple light that nearly gave me whiplash as it somehow forced my car to come to a screeching halt. I felt the wheels of my car go awry, as I was soon noticeably no longer driving on paved roads... I was instead being lifted off of the ground in my vehicle by a mysterious force, and then I blacked out. When I finally came to, for just a few seconds, I truly believed that it was all a dream. However, that dream died as soon as I noticed the predicament that I was in: I was naked and pinned down on an almost vertical table, pinned in place by what I could only describe as a powerful pulse of controlled gravity. The room around me was... Quite literally alien. Tech and machines unlike anything I had seen before. All of it truly did look like the kind of things I would see in a remake of Independence Day, but the possibility of this ACTUALLY being aliens still didn't cross my mind. That is, of course, until I got the horrific honor of watching one of them enter the room, immediately noticing that I was awake…

Unexpected Love With Someone So Wicked..

As the most experienced and knowledgeable Mage in all of the Damned Lands, Kanel was approached by a small army and "convinced" to go with them back to the Queen's Palace. Wanting to spare the small village he resided in of bloodshed, he went with the army willingly and without a fight, even giving them his magical staff as a show of good faith. Diabella, the Unholy Queen, ruled over the Damned Lands and did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and with whoever she desired. At the current moment, she was enthralled in a lengthy war with The Knights of Holy Hope, a legion of the most skillful knights alive, who aim to spread holy light to all within the Damned, thus destroying everything that the Queen has. She went into this War expecting to have them wiped off the map in under a year, but going on 7 years now and she has only managed to defeat two of the twelve Holy Knights. One is deceased, the other is kept in The Pit, the Queens darkest corner of her kingdom where the darkest, most dastardly detractors and opponents are kept. It's a self policing prison essentially, meaning there are no guards, but no means of escape without access to advanced dark magic. The Queen hopes that being damned to a life of combat and brutality will break the captured Holy Knight, but they have lasted 4 years within The Pit and still no luck.

Now, why on Earth does Diabella want Kanel, exactly? He is a skillful mage yes, but the Dark Queen hates mages. She only believes in the truly dark and wicked, of which a mage is not and cannot be. Mages can engage in combat and kill if provoked to do so, but a mage going on a slaughtering spree just for the fun of it is unheard of and believed to not even be possible. Rumor has it that if a mage breaks this sacred pact of not turning dark, their magic abilities will be painfully ripped from their bodies, leaving them plain and mortal. Diabella resents them also because while she is proficient in dark magic, her preferred method of combat is with her two hands, and her prized sword... The HollowDeath. The HollowDeath is a sword said to be forged from the bones of Lucifer himself, and it is said that those who are unfortunate enough to be slashed by it experience severe paranoia, hallucinations, and wind up panicking themselves to death in this paranoid state if the blade does not end them beforehand. But alas, while the Queen would normally scoff and spit at a mage, even the most skillful mage of The Damned, she is growing... rather desperate. It is frustrating her how the Holy Knights are so pesky and resilient. She tries her best to track them and pre-plan where she thinks they will be, but has been shown to be more wrong than not, and being so wrong so many times is driving the Queen insane. She has killed many Witches, Warlocks, Wizards, and even a few Mages before Kanel who promised to aid but failed. Kanel is aware of her tendencies and bloodthirsty nature, as his former girlfriend was one of the witches brought in for assistance that Diabella ended up slaughtering. It took the Queen and her army of Hell Knights quite some time to track Kanel down, as she did not expect such a powerful mage to hide in a small, lowly, impoverished village. She could not even extract this information out of other mages, or of Kanel's fallen lover. But now, having finally tracked him down and had him brought to the palace, she plans to keep him close and use him in whatever ways she can as a weapon. She knows he will defy it, but someone as twisted and brilliant as Diabella will be able to get what she wants in the end...

Was hoping for this plot to be more of a slow burning love for one another, perhaps a light femdom of him worshipping her beauty and body, even willing to sacrifice his powers (down the line) at some critical point where she may be about to die. This scene can have all sorts of twists and turns, conflicts and surprising moments, so go nuts with ideas!

What Does the Widow Have in Common With a College Student? Lust.

Me, a sophomore in college. A good but not amazing college baseball player who only got half a scholarship for baseball, and has to struggle with student loans and debt for the rest. I'm probably not good enough at baseball to ever be someone who is drafted by a big league team, according to what I overheard a few pro scouts saying. I don't really mind it though, as I do put a lot of my focus into my cybersecurity degree. You, my (mid 30's - early 40's) aunt who married into the family with my dads brother. The two of you were the storybook couple everyone would dream of: pooling both of your savings to start a small business, and a decade later it has blossomed into a multi-million dollar company. It was everything you both ever dreamed of, and neither of you could physically be happier if you tried...

But as fate would have it, that is when tragedy struck.

He was so relatively young... How could a heart attack take him now? Speculated that stress from running the company could have been a contributing factor, and that was apparently the final straw for you. You ended up selling the company shortly thereafter his burial, setting yourself up well beyond the end of your life and then some. You had planned to relocate from the admittedly oversized, borderline mansion that you owned and lived in for almost 5 years now. It was just too much space for one woman, and too many memories that would leave you sobbing in your sleep. My parents were unable to fly out to help, stuck in big projects with their own jobs, but fortunately you were not out of luck... My college was in the same city that you lived in. I had to stay in a dingy studio apartment outside of the city due to the rent prices, and admittedly that was a big factor in why I offered to help you pack and work on getting moved out. But beyond that, I did genuinely want to help you out. I noticed with my parents... The way they spoke, I could tell that they likely just didn't want to help you. I heard it in their voices when I told them I offered to help you, their words almost screaming " Why on earth would you help her?" at me without actually saying any of that. Did they blame you in any way for my uncle's death? It sure seemed like it, but I simply could not fathom. Oh, and the last tiny reason why I offered to help was the fact that it was y'know, a whole ass mansion. I could bring girls by without being ashamed of the fact that my bathroom doesn't have a door, and not having to hear domestic disputes through the walls of my apartment in the middle of the night. It was a win-win for everyone involved...

And how long do you think it'll take for me to notice the signs? The ways you sometimes move around, the outfits you occasionally wear, the predicaments you put me and yourself in to almost be flirtatious... You outside of my bedroom door, listening to me and a random girl having sex, secretly wishing it was you in my bed instead of her... When and how does it all culminate? I'm dying to know...

Unlikely Roommates Into an Unlikely Relationship [NEW]

Notice: any names/characters/styles for characters are just used for filler, by no means do you have to stick with them if you do not wish to do so.

Picture this: it's the very beginning of the senior year of college, and everyone is arriving to get situated in their dorms for the year. Gwen was excited for her final year, not necessarily excited for classes, but excited to finally be done with it all so that she could move on with her life and begin exploring the world to find out who she is and what she wants her life to become. She lucked out and got assigned to a dorm in the E Building, the new building that the university had been building since early last year. The building had that "new" smell all throughout as she made her way into the elevator, up to the 4th floor, and down the lengthy hallway to 4-F, her living space for the next 9ish months. Upon entering the room, Gwen was in awe of how truly nice it was. Prepped with plain but new furniture, even pre-set beds in the two bedrooms that flanked on either side of the main living space & open kitchen. It was far nicer and much more open and spacious than any of the dorms in the older buildings. This was certainly going to make churning through every last day of college a little bit more enjoyable...

Meanwhile, later in the day, about an hour before the sun would set, Camryn arrived on campus for the very first time as a student transferring from another university out of state. Because of this, he did get a bit lost finding his way around, but did fortunately find the building that has been assigned to him in an email a couple of weeks back... The E Building. He walked inside and was truly in awe of a college dormitory building being so modern and nice. He didn't have to worry about lice or shiver thinking about who had previously had sex where in a room that likely wasn't cleaned well. He carefully loaded his boxes of stuff into the elevator from his car parked in the lot out front, and made his way up to the 4th floor... Then carefully carrying his boxes down and placing them outside of the room assigned to him... 4-F. He let himself in without much hesitation, carrying one box that mostly contained clothes and bed sheets, and in that moment, he came face to face with Gwen for the very first time...

At which point, Gwen sucker punched him, thinking he was some delusional perfertt who was breaking into her room.

Camryn was knocked on his ass by the door frame, his box knocked from his hands tumbling onto the floor. Camryn clutched his jaw in pain, and was now very thankful that he hadn't taken his computer or camera equipment inside first, as it would've certainly been ruined in the tumble. In the seconds since he had fallen over, Gwen sprinted to the kitchen and fished out a simple frying pan, with the intent to beat the presumed intruder until he left or fell unconscious. Upon seeing the frying pan, Camryn went into a panic and frantically tried to explain himself, but Gwen was having absolutely none of it. In a last ditch effort to calm things down and save himself the hospital bills, Camryn fidgeted around in the front pocket of his sweatshirt for his phone, frantically opening the email app and just barely managing to find the email confirming which form and room he'd be staying in for the year, extending the phone outward to Gwen. Gwen took the phone and read the email, as a mixture of confusion, shock, and anger over took her face in the process. She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't... But there it was, plain as day on an official, unedited university stamped email. Gwen didn't speak a word, simply tossing the phone back to Camryn, and tossing the frying pan onto the floor before storming out of the room with hell intent as she made a direct path to the Administration Building. Circumstances of his swollen jaw aside, Camryn too found it bizarre that this university booked him with a woman, since in most colleges that was unheard of. After standing up, Camryn cautiously ran off in the same direction that Gwen had gone, himself also intent on figuring out why they had been paired together. He arrived at the administration building not long after she had, only able to have gotten there so quickly thanks to him having been able to see her in the distance storming in this specific direction. Admittedly I did take him a minute or two to find his way to the Dean's office, but thankfully as he got closer, Gwen's screaming made locating where he needed to go much easier.

Camryn arrived at the Dean's office just in time, as the Dean was just getting into explaining how this mix up occurred. Long story short, because of how Camryn's name was spelled, The AI programming that the university had just begun using this year to sort through new and returning students for dorm placements paired him up with Gwen, essentially because it saw the spelling of his name it assumed that to be another girl. Gwen was still pissed, and Camryn both laughed and felt insulted by the mishap. Gwen demanded some sort of change, but there wasn't much that the Dean could do. Shockingly, he felt it would be unfair to force his hand and move one of them, so he left it up to them to voluntarily allow themselves to be relocated to a different dorm. Gwen of course said no, thinking that she deserved such a nice and new and clean dorm for her final year. And in a stunner, Camryn too said no. Given how this was his one and only year on this campus, he wanted to be in as nice of a dorm as he could, and even if that meant getting punched in the face by Gwen, he was committed to staying where he was assigned. With both decisions made, the Dean's decision was made as a result: the two of them would reside within the same dorm, and to keep things fair and civilized, they both had to sign an agreement to abstain from sexual encounters with one another. Neither of them objected and signed the document willingly, before they both left the building and made their way back to their building across campus. Gwen pretty much stormed off on her own, while Camryn just walked back leisurely.

Upon returning to the dorm room, Camryn arrived to find that Gwen had fortunately put the frying pan away, and that she was already cooped up in her room. Clearly she was not thrilled about what conclusion the Dean had come to. Camryn had hoped to talk things over, but Gwen clearly had no desire to do so, at least for now, so Camryn spent the next couple of hours hauling his boxes into his room, unpacking and putting away his things, setting up an IKEA desk and a computer chair, setting his computer up, making his bed with the new sheets, and putting his camera and equipment for it away onto shelving from IKEA he also bought and brought with him. Only once all of that was done did Camryn collapse onto his bed to relax a bit. However, the rumbling of his stomach hit him almost immediately. Obviously having just moved in, neither he nor Gwen had done any shopping yet, so Camryn opted to order a pizza and have it delivered to the dorm. He opened Uber Eats and selected the closest pizza shop he saw, and ordered a 12' pepperoni & hot honey pizza for himself. Initially he planned to just get food for himself, but despite being punched, he still tried to at least be nice to Gwen, so he factored her into his order as well. He hoped that they could at least be civilized with each other, so he planned to order a pizza for her as well. However, he has no clue what toppings she liked, and he assumed going to her door would not end well, so Camryn pretty much guessed. He ended up ordering 3 pizzas: the pepperoni & hot honey one, a Hawaiian, and a third that was half cheese/half Italian sausage. He assumed it was a wide enough array of options that she had to be comfortable eating at least one of them, so with that he threw in a 4-pack of bottled sodas of a mixed variety and sent the order through.

About half an hour later, the knock at the door signalled the delivery, and Camryn happily brought the pizzas inside and set them down on the bar top counter of the kitchen. He took one of the included paper plates and threw three slices of his pepperoni onto a plate, then shook some red pepper flakes onto it along with one of the included sodas, a Pepsi this time, and carried them off to his room. Before digging in, he made the 15 foot journey over to Gwen's door, and cautiously knocked twice before callitout that he had ordered pizzas. Shocking she answered back, yet didn't open the door, simply saying that she "wasn't hungry." Before going silent. Camryn signed, and didn't want to make a whole thing out of this, so he went back to his room and shut the door, sinking into his computer chair with his pizza as he loaded up Netflix. Camryn wound up falling asleep in his chair that evening, but did wake up at around 1am to use the bathroom. He remembered the pizzas as he did so, and figured saving them in the fridge would be good. He worked on compiling the leftovers into two boxes, and found that Gwen did eventually help herself to some, and grabbed the bottle of Dr Pepper that came with them. Camryn had hoped this was some sort of progress as he packed the leftovers and sodas into the fridge, before returning to his room and throwing himself into bed for the rest of the evening...

Over the next week or so, and as their classes for the year had begun, admittedly the extended periods of time where they were both away from the dorm was oddly good for them. They were far from friends, and Gwen still hated the idea of having to live with a man for the entire year, but she has come to a state of basically accepting it. They spoke very little with one another, most of it being small conversations about what things they are out of and who will buy what. Gwen was away from the dorm more than Camryn was due to her also having a part-time job off campus. She did once question how he seemed to always have money for things despite never leaving for a job, but Camryn explained how he did a bunch of online work in coding. To Gwen however, something always felt... Off... About his answer, but she couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was. The most bizarre thing was that occasionally he'd send out package, sometimes just one, others multiple, and she never knew what they were actually for. He said it was just basic computer parts he'd find for people online who struggled to find them, but even that answer felt so... Wrong. Not bad wrong, but wrong like it's a lie, albeit a good one. The curiosity was eating away at her for some time, though not to an unhealthy obsession level. It did however drive her to snoop around in his room one day when he was off getting some groceries...

Truthfully, Gwen wasn't sure what to look for or what she would even end up finding. Some part of her hoped to find drugs, firearms even! Something, anything really they could get him kicked out and allow her to have their dorm to herself. She didn't find anything blatantly illegal, but what she did find certainly constitutes as "odd" for sure. First of all, she found these strange molds in his closet in a small cardboard box. They weren't just any molds... They were cock molds. Big ones at that. Were they...him? Gwen wondered as she nervously tossed one back into the box. She then cautiously moved the small box aside, to get to the larger bin beneath. And upon opening the bin, she found the motherload... Dozens of dildos, all the same shape and size as the molds. Some were purple, clear, black, white, blue, rainbow, and so on... And just holding one in her hand briefly, she estimated it to be about 8 inches in length, maybe a bit more or a bit less. At this point, Gwen was in too deep to stop, so she put everything back into the closet and went to his camera. She could immediately tell it was an expensive one, but for what purpose? She wasn't initially sure. As she clicked around and found the catalog of taken photos, it all began to click. It was dozens, maybe even hundreds of photos... Of him. Well, half of him. It was him from the waist down, posing in different ways and different spots all around the dorm, and even different dorms prior to this one. Gwen was just happy to see that none of them were from her room, she may have killed him if any were. But now, it was all starting to click for Gwen: Camryn was, essentially, an online sex worker... Selling photos, potentially even videos, and amazingly homemade dildos formed to perfectly match his cock, and selling all of this online for god knows how much money. Frantically Gwen connected her phone to the camera and sent as many photos and videos from it to her phone as she could, and once that was done, she put everything away exactly as it was left and scurried off to her room l like a kid who caught a look at their Christmas presents early.

However...

Once Gwen got back to her room, suddenly the idea of turning all of this information over to the Dean to have him kicked out seemed... Unnecessary. Truth be told, Gwen hadn't expected her "roommate" to be of any use to her, but with this new discovery she made, there was seemingly 1 thing he had that could be of significant use to her... His dick, of course. Gwen was often stressed from juggling her classes, studying, and her job, and she often lacked a true stress reliever. Masturbation with a vibrator could do the job occasionally, but it would never make up for the real thing... And Gwen also hated the monotonous work of going on dates, hooking up with potential strangers who could be psychopaths or monsters, so she never really hooked up with anyone. And truth be told, she hadn't had actual sex in almost 5 months... So with this new information she had at her disposal, it felt obvious for her to use it as blackmail instead of to get him immediately kicked out. She didn't plan to outright abuse it.. Maybe just sex once a week under her rules so that she could unwind after a lengthy week...

But of course, like all things, it'll be blown up into so, so much more. More sex more often, different kinks and styles, her taking her frustrations and emotions out of Camryn, maybe even going all the way to use him like an ATM and profit off of his "business" online? And why stop there? Gwen could go the full mile and become his Mistress... Claiming Camryn as her slave, and training him to match her tastes and desires perfectly. And who knows... Maybe eventually she'll join him in his "job" to help drive the income up, and up, and up...

TLDR: YC discovers that her male roommate has a huge dick + sells porn and custom dildos online, uses it as blackmail for sex but it slowly (or rapidly) grows into full blown femdom/findom/enslavement.

The Conservative Man Beneath the Boot of a Goth Goddess [NEW]

Asher, 120, was many things, but above all he was rich, white, misogynistic, and extremely conservative. He'd wear those "iconic" MAGA hats around campus as often as he could, just so that he could trigger the liberal students into screaming matches. In an odd way, he got almost a high from how he'd be able to rage bait these silly liberal they/thems, so much so that occasionally he would even record the encounters and post them on X and YouTube for attention and for a crowd of like-minded individuals to join him in bullying these people.

However, beneath the confidence and wealth he flaunted so freely and easily, was a young man with many issues of his own. He was "raised" by his father alone after his mother ran off with another man, something that to this day Asher never understood. His dad had always been what he assumed any woman would dream of: confident, smug, caring, and quite wealthy. But alas, with no mother around, Asher mostly grew up alone, since his dad spent most of his time in CEO boardrooms and international business meetings. Asher would have babysitters occasionally, but it was never someone that he cared about or that cared about him. They'd just make a box of mac and cheese, throw some carrots on a plate, and then send him to bed for the night to collect the $200ish dollars when his dad returned home. Asher never wanted to admit it, but god did he severely lack the love and passion of a mother in his life, which in his sprouting adulthood has caused him to have a fairly severe case of "mommy issues".

Asher would only entertain these issues in absolute privacy, which he had in his apartment off campus that the fund his dad made for him easily paid for each month. Asher would be knuckle deep in porn that was almost exclusively women, audiofiles of women calling the listener a "good boy", but the deepest rabbit hole he fell into was for the dark haired, tatted up, fishnet wearing, pierced face goth girls that had taken the internet by storm in recent years. Asher couldn't explain it, but something about them just... Made him melt. It was icing on the cake if/when one would let people call her "mommy" or when she'd do it herself to make viewers and listeners squirm.

However, on one fateful Friday evening, after a party that he was meant to go to got cancelled by a downpour of rain outside, Asher had some cocktails and found himself knuckle deep in his horny desires once again... Interracting with goth women on X, Reddit, and even Chaturbate. He would begin to fantasize about what would happen if they came to his home... If they came with the sole purpose of taking advantage of him and his wealth, just for him to receive an ounce of pleasure in return... And in the end, something magical happened. One of the many women he had been interracting with on X eventually did message him privately, asking if he was "a good enough boy" who would pay her a tribute of $50. This immediately turned Asher on, who quickly found her links and sent over $500, just because he could and because he wanted to see how she'd respond. She soom responded thanking him, and calling him a "good boy" for his extremely generous tribute. He responded by saying that he mad more, so much more, even going as far as to offer to fly her out to see him if she wanted. While it may have been a bit sudden, which Asher immediately recognized, he was shocked to see her not immediately say no. She instead asked where he lived, and after Asher replied, she explained that she just so happened to live in the same exact state. To show legitimacy, he sent her his address, and a partially blurred photo of his ID that had his address on it. Every second he waited for another reply felt like a century, but then she finally did respond again, asking him to pay for a limousine to pick her up and bring her to his apartment for the weekend... And she'd even buy something special to wear just for him if he sent another $500. Asher didn't hesitate to send the $500 over, and immediately found a limo service after he got her address and booked it to bring her to his apartment building ASAP. He was a mixture of horrified, nervous, excited, and obviously quite horny... Her last request was that he be blindfolded and on his knees waiting for her arrival, which only aided in fueling Ashers excitement as he quickly grabbed a tie from his dresser drawer before running down to the living room. He monitored the status of the limo the entire time, and only when it was about 5 minutes away did Asher strip down to his boxers, wrap and tie the black tie around his eyes, and drop to his knees by the front door, which was of course unlocked...

What would follow is perhaps his greatest dream: his life and well being completely at the mercy of a sexy, demanding, thick goth chick from the internet who was very excited to have fun with both him and his credit card...

General Hypnosis Plots:

You Failed in Rehab, but Maybe A Hypnotherapist Can Save You From Yourself..

Without question, this was the absolute last shot you had at getting your life back on track. Vices of varying power and addictiveness have been your downfall your entire life, be it nicotine, alcohol, sex/porn, and even hard drugs, you were such a young and beautiful woman whose life was spiraling out of control fast. You tried rehab multiple times, but it never worked for you. You'd be mostly good on the inside, and once you got out you always felt like you'd be better this time... But it always ended the same way. Your family and friends were struggling to continue supporting you, but they also could not continue to enable you as they have for so many years now. Their one last hope was having you sent to Dr. Carson McCarthy, a psychologist who is most famous for being seen as a true, bonafide hypnotherapist. Was it still seen as an unconventional and taboo method?? Absolutely. But at the end of the day, your friends and loved ones were willing to try just about any type of therapy if it meant you had a chance of freeing yourselves from the shackles of your vices, and finally going on to live a live that you deserved...

But of course, no man would wield the power to hypnotize and not use it for personal gain... at least a little. Perhaps Dr. McCarthy sees you as both patient and prey, working double duty to both fix you and sculpt you into something perfect for him, and him alone. In the end when all is said and done, you may very well be finally be fixed of your conditions... But it'll come at the cost of who you truly are a person... You'll be boiled down and reshaped to match his exact tastes and desires... his perfect creation, his pawn, his new wife.

A Post Apocalyptic Means of Survival: To Continue Running or Join the Lords' Harem of Wives..

When you visualize about a "global apocalyptic event" in your head, you don't truly get a sense for just how quickly everything around you goes to shit. One day you're on a date with the man or woman of your dreams, sharing stories and sipping wine over a plate of penne ala vodka, and 3 days later 50% of the global population is already dead, all world governments have crumbled, and the entire planet has devolved rapidly into a lawless wasteland where it's basically "kill or get killed". Day 1 is when the government could no longer hide the zombie virus outbreak from the public eye, day 2 thousands upon thousands were dying and/or being turned by the minute, and day 3 nothing you once knew exists anymore. If you have a gun, you'll wish you had 7 more, and nobody truly knows who around them they can trust. Neighbors are killing neighbors just out of pure panic, factions big and small are being made and cannibalized alll around the planet.

And then, after just 7 days, less than .001% of the worlds original 8 billion estimated people are alive. The number of zombies greatly outnumbers the people left alive, and it has truly become hell on earth. The most shocking development in the fallout of the "end times" was that even in a zombie outbreak, women seemed to be disproportionately wiped out. If there are less than 8,000,000 adult people left on Earth in total, maybe 1/100th of those alive are women.

Six Months Later...

For just two people out on the run in this wasteland of a world, you and your partner have done fairly well surviving on your own... But it feels like your luck is finally running out. They took a bullet to the knee two days ago, and it seems like it's gotten infected. The two of you are basically hobbled by their limited ability to move, and despite them practically begging you to leave them behind to save yourself, you just won't do it. However, even you know that if you don't make it to an established camp for some help soon, they will likely die, and you'll truly be alone. And so, you both make the grueling journey 7 miles due north across the border into what once was Maine, and wind up approaching the front gate of a decently sized community named "The New World". Neither of you knew much about this place, but the scarce reviews you did have were mixed. Some said it was the closest to "organized life" you're gonna find in the northeastern US, others said their leader, a man named Kenneth Page who had dubbed himself "The Lord of The New World" is a man to keep a close eye on. The kind of man who makes you watch your back, who makes you sleep with one eye open. You two didn't have a second option, so you had to make the journey up to the gate, a 20 foot high set of doors with a 25 foot high wall made of logs, scrap metal welded together, barbed wire, and various traps for zombies extending out for at least a mile or two, curving inward in both directions. As you approach the gate, two armed snipers in watch towers on either side take aim, made apparent by he red laser dots on your foreheads. The gate slowly opens after a few seconds, and the two of you are surrounded by 8 armed men wearing a combination of military and riot police equipment. Walking over from behind them is The Lords' right hand man: Ezekiel Swanson. A man with a background in the military in his mid 40's, but has a bum knee from Afghanistan, thus he needs a cane to assist his walking. Don't be fooled by his impairment however, he can still throw a right hook that'll knock just about anyone out cold. He gives both of you a judgemental look over before ordering you two to be separated: your partner to the medical ward, and you to the "Temporary Imprisonment Building" until you can be questioned. You being a woman is certainly noteworthy, which is why Ezekiel radios back to Kenneth Page about his latest finding, and questions how you should be handled. Kenneth says Ezekiel vet you, and then he himself will come down and have a chat with you.

Inevitably, you are going to be given a proposition: your partner will receive treatment and will survive their infection, but only if you agree to marry Kenneth Page. If you refuse, which you'll have every right to do, then both of you will be escorted out of The New World and left to fend for yourselves with what little time alive your partner has...

One of Earths Mightiest Heroes... Reduced Down Into a Statuesque Stereotype~

(Bonus points if you make a custom hero for this plot, but you dont have to do so)
In a universe full of both heroes and villains who wield the power to dismantle governments and shatter planets to their core, She was able to stand out even amongst them. From her ironclad will to her unwaivering loyalty to the people of Earth, she was a beacon of light on even the darkest of days... The one tiny glimmer of hope that people could look towards and believe in even when it looked like the end was near. Humanity was always saved in the end, and she has always played an enormous part in making sure it remained safe. But today, things are much different for our beloved hero...

Instead of residing in her mountainside lair, or flying around the world looking for villains to stomp or natural disasters to squash, our beloved hero... has been captured. It all happened so fast, but one second she was flying over a dormant volcano, and the next she was swarmed by dozens of these bizarre robots. They could all fly, wielded 4 arms each, and they were able to absorb her punches better than most villains could. The worst part is that their fists had tiny spikes on them that, when they made contact with her body, injected her with small amounts of solar dust, a substance obtained from within a sun or large star that is extremely toxic to many powered individuals. Now, our hero could fight through some level of poisoning, even from solar dust, but with every minute that the fight with these flying robots raged on, more and more punches were landed on her, and the amount of poison in her body increased. Her movements soon became sluggish, and her vision was beginning to blur. She of course kept fighting and faught until she no longer could, where she eventually blacked out and fell in a heap to the ground below. Once she was subdued, the robots that she was not able to destroy carried her unconscious body off, taking her from Earth and off to a secret base hidden on pluto, the dwarf of the solar system. Pluto is wher man nicknamed "The Domesticator" resides, haivng his entire lair cloaked to pretty much all super enhanced forms of vision. His robots brought Her to him, and placed her unconscious body inside of a large pod that looks like a cryostasis chamber. The Domesticator attaches a dozen sensors to Her body, as well as an IV just in case, before sealing the pod shut and watching as a viscous pink fluid is pumped inside... Quickly filling the space around Her, until she is floating in the liquid and it has completely filled the pod. Fortunately the hero is able to breathe in the liquid, as foreign to her as it is, but perhaps that is part of the mysterious liquids design...

The next thing She knows, our hero is waking up in a much different situation than what she remembered. She woke up ready to throw punches, but could immediately tell that something was very, very wrong. She wasn't even restrained, but she also wasn't wearing clothes or her uniform, and she was actually within a large bedroom full of pastel pink furnishings and accessories. It looked and felt like a dollhouse around her, and she knew it was wrong. She tried to knock the door down, something that normally would be very simple for her... but it wouldn't budge. No matter how hard the punched, kicked, or threw her bodyweight into the door, it didn't budge once. Our hero was confused... Was the door this strong? or had her powers been nullified? She tried to do the same to the walls and windows, but they wouldn't break either. She deduced that something about the room is likely blocking her power, which means she'd need to figure out a new way to free herself...

That is, before her Master shows up...

(She's in a sort of trance world where she will be slowly trained to be timid, docile, subservient, and obedient to men. Thinking sort of stepford wife or unwaivering slave, but open to diferent ideas.)

A Once in a Lifetime Oppertunity to Interview and Document the Residents of Honeycomb Haven..

The life of a plucky young reporter is a grueling one. It's a cutthroat industry full of other writers and reporters who would trample their own grandmother if it meant they could get a scoop or a store before anyone else. There have even been instances of reporters getting to crime scenes to document horrific murders and assaults before police arrive, which obviously would cause outrage among the police and many others. However, you were at least trying to be an ethical reporter, not chasing bloodshed and crime, instead trying to document the good in the world and uplifting stories. Sadly, positivity doesn't quite pay the bills like bloodshed and negativity do, which is why you currently life t your aunts house in her renovated basement. It's certainly not what you dreamed of growing up, but it's better than being homeless or selling out for cash.

However, you just received an email that was going to change your life forever.

It was from your boss, and truthfully you expected it to be her saying that you were being let go. But fortunately, it was the complete opposite: you were hand picked to fly out to Montana & interview members of Honeycomb Haven, a pseudo "cult" like group out on a large plot of land there. They lived in the middle of a thick forest area, primarily living off of what they could grow or hunt, almost completely detached from modern society. They do have electricity and internet, but their use of it is severely limited due to "wanting to avoid the corruption brought on by modern social media platforms". Honeycomb Haven has had some controversy in recent years, with relatives of existing members coming out to publicly claim that the cult takes and keeps people against their will, indoctrinating them with harsh methods of torment and brainwashing until they accept the Honeycomb way of life. It has been hard for these families to have their claims verified though, as no existing member of Honeycomb, even the family members they claim to be brainwashed, are openly defiant of the notion that the Honeycomb members have tortured or harmed them. According to your boss, the leader of this group, a woman who goes by the title of "Mother" named Amanda, has personally requested you to be the one who does a full interview of Honeycomb members, and Mother Amanda herself. Allegedly you were chosen because Mother admired your positive look on life & how you wrote like you weren't just hunting negativity. And so tomorrow morning, you have a flight out to Montana to spend 4 days with Honeycomb Haven... A trip that you almost certainly won't forget, because you'll be a very special member of the cult before it is time to leave...

$1,000 Per Week to Trial Run a New Therapy Method? You Couldn't Sign Up Any Faster!

As a college student just trying to get by, you often found yourself looking for additional little odd jobs you could do for extra cash during the limited free time that you do actually have. Usually it was never anything more than dog walking for a few families in a neighborhood, but on this one ordinary day, you found an oppertunity that paid extremely well and sounded fairly simple for you to complete. It was a medical company called Bimble, who was looking for female participants who would be willing to partake in a multi-week trial of a new therapy method they are looking to work on. It would mostly involve sound and visual stimulants, according to the ad for it, but all you really cared about was the big "$1,000 per week payment" included in the post. 2 therapy sessions a week for an hour each, and you make a grand?? You'd be a fool not to apply...

The next day, you received a call from a woman named Bambi who was calling on behalf of Bimble, letting you know that you had been selected to participate in their therapy trial. She told you that your days to come in would be Tuesday at 5:00pm and Friday at 5:00pm, just to keep things uniform. You'd have to move around a shift at starbucks because of it, but for the money they were offering, you'd be more than happy to do that.

(A plot for those of you familiar with Bambi Sleep~)

Dark Web Dealings [NEW]

A not so distant future where employment rates across the board are plummeting rapidly, the result of an economic crash that is nearing the low points of The Great Depression. Many people are left with very little work to do, if any at all, forcing more and more people into the criminal underworld just so that they and their families can survive. You too are one of the millions of Americans who has had their life turned upside down by this economic collapse: you lost your own part-time job and could no longer afford to pay your rent, and as a result you have had to move back in with your parents. They aren't completely underwater fortunately, but they are just barely floating. You've been doing just about everything you could think of to find a job, but it was all turning up as dead ends. Even your application at a strip club was rejected, and sexy women was always a method of making money that could stand the test of time.

In the end, you made the plunge that so many others like you have made, and downloaded a tor browser to access the infamous Dark Web. While much of it is overhyped by nonsensical YouTube horror, there is still plenty of illegal actions on here that could end up with anyone involved imprisoned for a decade or more. The last thing you wanted to do was end up a drug mule who gets caught in a sting and hauled away, but to help your parents and stay afloat yourself, what other option did you have?

Your initial thought was that you'd eventually find some pimp-esque service that employs attractive young women to sell/deliver drugs to buyers, and potentially offer "other services" to the buyer once they arrived. However, you ended up finding another "job oppertunity" that almost sounded too good to be true: it was a listing from a man who, to be blunt, said that his work involved many things that are illegal, and any given day could be his last before cops bust down his door and haul him away to a maximum security prison... But until that day, he needs to hire a young woman who can act as his "personal assistant", someone who handles his "business calls/meetings", helps him to get established with new clients, and assists him in picking out and procuring "new merchandise" that can be "refurbished and sold" to wealthy bidders. Not only was his work incredibly vague, likely for good reason, but it also sounded oddly fake... But at the same time, the pit in your stomach caused your mind to spiral, to wonder just what kind of sick man this person could be, and what on earth it could be that he does. You so desperately wanted to click away and keep looking, but as soon as you saw the pay being offered, your jaw went slack and nearly crashed down onto your desk... $4,000 every 2 weeks, plus benefits and quarterly bonuses. In this economy especially, how could ANYONE who isn't some spoiled, silver spoon sucking CEO or nepo baby make that kind of money? Ethics be damned at that point, as you hastefully opened the application document and filled it out, before abruptly hitting send.

About a week later, you got a sudden text message on your phone, though it was from a contact only labeled "UNKNOWN". You could not click to see what their number was, nor could you even block them, oddly enough. The text message wrote:

[Unknown]: "Your application has been accepted, but if you wish to receive the job, you will need to meet me in person and sign a contract. We will meet at the Rourke Steakhouse downtown this Friday, 9:00pm sharp. You must dress nice, and wear something blue so that I know it's you. I'll be wearing a blue glove on my right hand, impossible for you to miss. Leave your phone and all electronics at home, come alone and do not tell anyone the truth about why you are going out. Trust me, I'll know."

There was an obvious shiver down your spine as you read and processed the message, and a large part of you wanted nothing more than to just reject it and call it a day... But it still felt like you were already in too deep, and could you really afford to turn down such a generous pay check every 2 weeks? Against your better judgement, you would in fact make it to that dinner that coming Friday evening, and only after you've signed the contract will you learn who your new Boss is...

Your Boss will be a man who is known in the criminal underworld as "The Dollmaker". A man who is responsible for the disappearances of 17 women across the US over the last 5 years, all of whom have never been found dead or alive. To his "clients", The Dollmaker is an artist: a man who kidnaps these women and uses rigerous methods of mind control/brainwashing mixed with drugs and varying forms of abuse to slowly break them down, so that they can be rebuilt and reshaped into perfect, beautiful, obedient woman who are then sold directly to a buyer, or put up for auction to the highest bidder, to live as their brand new wife, living sex toy, or whatever they so desire. You'll likely be horrified when you discover and witness the work he does, but will you even be strong enough to do anything about it? Are you willing to risk him catching onto you, and turning you into the next "Doll" that he breaks and sells?

Or better yet, do you discover that you are just as twisted and depraved as he and his clients? Do you secretly get off seeing these girls scream and cry for help, watching the free will and individuality leave their eyes slowly as their minds are shattered... And watching your Boss in awe as he sculpts them into perfect little things... Barely more than sex toys with a pulse and a brain, who are sold/auctioned off like cattle? Maybe you end up becoming his true assistant, assisting him in the breaking, the re-shaping... Or even better, you wish to willingly become his latest "Doll", but only for him, not to be sold away...

Only time will tell how broken and depraved you truly are...

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