Mx F or NB Let's Dive Into a Pool of Sin Together, Shall We? - [ RT UPDATED 5/03/25! ]

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:

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...

Amanda's entire family, from cousins and parents to her boyfriend, thought that working as a security guard in a prison was a bad idea. She wasn't some dainty little flower, but she wasn't built like a cage fighter either. Amanda had taken several months of self defense classes, was a purple belt in jiu jitsu, and spent much of her free time working out in the gym. She wanted this job primarily for the pay and benefits, as in her state, female corrections officers are paid 50% more due to the difficulty of the job. Female corrections officers are usually assigned to the female only prisons, but that wasn't the case for Amanda, who found herself on day 1 at the state's high security prison. Murderers, rapists, and gangs were all kept here, mostly all sectioned off on their own into different groups that fought for control of the prison. The first few weeks went by fine for Amanda. She ignored the lewd comments and chirps from the inmates, and even got to crack a few in the hand or over the skull with a club to keep them in check, and to establish that she won't take shit from anyone. However, that all changed on one fateful Wednesday, when Amanda had just arrived to work... She got to her locker and swung it open to deposit her phone and personal items, but she found a folded piece of paper there already. Amanda opened it with curiosity, initially expecting it to be a note from the warden or something of the sort. As Amanda opened and read the note, she suddenly felt a cold spike drive down her spine, and the world around her came to a screeching halt. The note had her address, her husbands name, your parents names, and their address, followed by "Come alone to Cell C-307. Tell no one or else."

Just 8 hours ago, you had gone to bed in the safety and comfort of your own bedroom, within your apartment in a densely populated area of the city. As you wake up however, the fact that your walls are now four transparent glass walls, with only one door that is heavily locked and secured, tells you immediately that something horrible has happened. Not much can be seen beyond the glass prison that now houses you, aside from a dim, dangling light beyond the door and a stairway that twists away from your vision. As anyone would in this scenario, you bang on the walls and scream until you strain your throat for help, but either nobody hears you, or nobody cares to help you. You are trapped and all alone, for now that is, completely at the mercy of whoever is behind this... (Think the cube from the show You, but even more mainpulative)

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 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...

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...

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...

You and your entire family thought it was the end. A massive army of Orcs and Goblins, totalling roughly 80,000, had stormed the kingdom and caught the royal army completely off guard. The Orcs and Goblins found a wizard who could create mutiple portals for them, not into the kingdom itself, but that was more than enough. The surprise attack was enough for them to get the jump and slaughter much of the army before they could even be properly assembled and equipped for battle. It was a bloodbath, one that not even the royal archers and mages could handle on their own. There was just too many of them, and the army, archers, and mages were slowly slaughtered as they breached the kingdom's enormous stone border, and charged inside.

There wasn't anything your parents could do either. Every mage was off fighting, none were left behind to create a portal for the family to escape through. All they had was a magical barrier surrounding the room you all huddled within, but you all knew that once they got to it, it would not last forever. They would break the barrier eventually, and then they would slaughter you and your entire family... or worse. It didn't take long for Orcs and Goblins to appear outside of the barrier, then proceeding to beat it with stone clubs, and jab at it with metal pikes and swords. You all got close ans hugged one another, expecting the barrier to breach and everyone to die any minute... But then, a miracle came. A man, his body wrapped in armor of obsidian, ran through the Orcs and Goblins inside of the royal castle, and slaughtered every last one. He uses a dark black sword, and used some magic as well, to slaughter them and clear the castle in a matter of minutes. He then stormed outside and commanded the army what to do, who to shoot and where to go, as he dashed through waves of Orcs and Goblins, slashing them down with ease. He alone must've killed thousands in only an afternoon, but when the dust had finally settled, the Orcs and Goblins had to retreat...

As the dust was settling, and the royal army was busy cleaning up the kingdom of blood and bodies, your parents, the King and Queen, could not shower the obsidian knight in morw admiration. They felt forever thankful for the work he had done, and swore to do or give him whatever he wanted as a reward for his valiant work. To their surprise, he already had an answer lined up... He wanted you, the (20-22 year old) princess, their youngest daughter.

You had one sick, twisted dream: to ruin a marriage. You didn't care who they were, you wanted to be the reason why their marriage fell apart forever. This was a secret you hadn't revealed to anyone, due to how obviously absurd they would find this desire of yours, and the likelihood that they'd try to shame you out of ever going through with it. But alas, in your free time you'd put in multiple applications to ads online from wealthy couples looking for a housekeeper, buttering the application up as best as you could to draw them in... Eventually invite you for an interview, before ultimately offering you the job.

And eventually, that job came.

A man who worked in tech, and a wife who was a cutthroat lawyer working for the district attourney, this couple was always very busy, and thus the felt like they could use some helpe around the house. Cooking, cleaning, maybe tending to the garden or cleaning the pool every now and then, that's really all that they needed. On multiple occasions they found themselves without groceries on a given night, as they had both forgotten to do it, so they wanted someone to take care of those kinds of activities for them. They offered to pay you generously, and also gave you their tiny home guest house outback to stay in. It was a nice little spot for you, plenty of privacy but not painfully cramped, had central air and heat of course, and all the basic ammenaties and fixtures a home would need. And from then on, your hunt began... But you may not be as much in the drivers seat as you think you are... What if they hired you HOPING that something like this would happen?

Elizabeth Charnas is perhaps the most efficient and gifted FBI profiler on the planet, but at the very least she is the best in the country. She alone has profiled and brought down some of the most sick and twisted individuals, even dismantling terrorist cells hiding in the US before they could cause widespread chaos. What nobody knows is that Dr. Charnas has a secret weapon that makes her so good at her job: collected from deep within the Amazon Rainforest, a serum created from Blood Orchid Flowers is used by Dr. Charnas to send her into a state of mental being that is almost a cross between a hypnotic trance and an LSD trip, where her mind can drift and see things that are not truly there, or that have not yet happened. She's able to pinpoint specific people, but only the most crucial and important details about them, not their actual faces. Dr. Charnas has told nobody of her seret method, as she would almost certainly lose all credability and her job if it were to come to light. One individual for whom Dr. Charnas has taken down with this method is an underground chemist, who now sits in an off the grid CIA blacksite prison, named "Lucius Black", who is officially responsible for 77 assassinations, all of which were enacted with various wild and extremely complex poisons and chemicals that he himself created. He was even able to make a new element, a metallic alloy that does a far better job of absorbing and redistributing the energy of a massive impact than any current known human substance. All of his notes on how to create it were destroyed, and it is the one secret that he plans to take to his grave instead of giving it to the government. He has been beaten and tortured senseless for days and weeks on end, but nothing has been able to make him crack... Not even seeing his ex-wife and eldest daughter be tortured could make him say a word...

And now you're wondering "Why does he matter?" Well, it's simple: he hasn't escaped, but someone out there is using his chemicals and compounds to kill people. It isn't even assassinations like Lucius did, it's mostly been random individuals and groups of people, with no pattern behind it. A banker in New York, a bus of college kids in Virginia, an elderly couple in Nebraska, a casino manager in Nevada, just to name a few. Everyone turned to Dr. Charnas immediately, and of course, she turned to her blood orchid serum to get some crucial details on this clear copycat... But she got nothing. She was able to trip and see a shadowy outline of this individual, but no details or clues about them came to her before she had woken up. This was deeply unsettling to the doctor, who began to panic and wondered if she had perhaps grown too reliant on the serum. She didn't want to give her colleagues or bosses any reason to worry, so she slow rolled them and explained that she was working on a profile that would take a little more time. And then, after a college football team in Ohio was taken out in another chemical attack, she played a card of desperation from her hand: she requested a 1-on-1 meeting with Lucius Black himself. Dr. Charnas figured that if anyone knew who may be copying Lucius, it's Lucius himself... But Lucius won't be giving up any information that important so easily...

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?

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!!

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.

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?

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!

We had always gotten along, even from the first day when Gwen introduced me to you and her dad. I was always good with parents, so I thought I had just made a naturally good impression on them and didn't think twice of it. I was oblivious to some of your advances, I'll admit, but with some I just didn't want to acknowledge them out of hope that they'd go away. Much to my dismay, they only ramped up when Gwen's dad passed away from a sudden cardiac event, leaving you widowed and lonely, which seemed to only fuel your lustful desires for me, the mid 20's man who loved your step-daughter so much. But as is the case, the hot & needy milf with a sculpted body always gets what she wants in the end, and now it's up to us to keep this a secret from Gwen as long as we can...

Unless she's also into it...

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?

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..

Ever since the Human and Monstrous realms were suddenly merged, life has become much more chaotic for just about every living being on both sides. Many humans were fearful, and a corrupt and bloodthirsty few used this fear to lead campaigns to slaughter as many of the Monstrous as they could possibly find, even those who merely wished to exist with peace. And likewise, many monstrous beings who were corrupt, or who had seen their people be slaughtered by humans, turned to violence and set off to slaughter as many humans as they could, innocent or otherwise. It was a fully fledged civil war, one that saw no true end in sight unless it meant one side had become completely wiped out by the other, or both sides ended up wiping each other out and the planet was left to the wild animals of Earth to be the new rulers of it. While most humans are at the very least fearful and untrusting of the monsters, a select few exist who just wish for there to be peace between the two sides. Most of those select few have banded to form a group known as The Unity Coalition, people who use advanced weaponry skills and even magic to defend the peaceful of both humankind and monsterkind from those who wish to spill blood and kill. Though they were greatly outnumbered by those who wished to kill on both sides, their talent when it comes to various forms of combat and weaponry makes them just as formidable and deadly as any army. They've taken down both entire army's and the deadliest of demon lords, sometimes just one member being able to do so. Because of this, many members of The Unity Coalition were labeled as "traitors" and marked as wanted criminals for the crime of "terrorism against humankind" with large bounties placed on their heads. They were hoping that any random person would try to kill a Coalition member for the prize, which to a degree did happen. It became difficult for Coalition members to trust ordinary people, so they had to go into hiding and be resigned to traveling in the shadows, moving in secrecy.

Norael is a member of The Unity Coalition, who lives among the rest of humanity under the guise of being a monster bounty hunter. It was an easy way for him to slay deadly monsters, while being able to "accidentally" let less threatening monsters go free and find places to hide. Plus, he also had some liberty when it came to other humans, as not many people wished to cross a bounty hunter or interfere in a hunt, due to ridicule if said monster got free as a result of their interference. Many other Coalition members judged Norael for living so freely among the other humans, due to how they too wish to kill the Coalition, but he saw this as the best possible way to do his job, and the results he put up showed exactly that. Norael primarily used firearms and magic, pistols with silver bullets and a demon seal carved into them, shotguns loaded with similar pellets and rock salt, and the magic he used was primarily of electricity and ice nature-types. Ice was good for defense and trapping enemies, while electricity was controlled and chaotic, usually unpredictable for monsters and humans to predict the use and movement of. Norael had been suspected of being a Coalition member in the past, but nobody was ever able to stick any hard evidence against him. Even he would work and move in the shadows, keeping monsters away from him that he himself didn't need to kill. It was a grueling life, but Norael preferred it to mindless bloodshed and genocide of humans or species of monster that weren't even trying to do harm on anyone.
However, things changed one fateful night, and Norael's life became murky from then on...

He was off in a faraway rustic city, hunting a vampire lord who had been allegedly stealing wives and slaughtering husbands to do so. One evening, Norael decided to spend a few hours at the bar having a few drinks, mostly keeping to himself and occasionally chatting with the barmaid about some of the hunts he had been on. It was just past midnight when he had decided he had enough, threw some coins over to cover his tab and tip the barmaid, before seeing himself out to head back out to the cabin where he was staying. It was just outside of the city, where he liked to be out of sight and out of mind. Beyond that, he also couldn't sleep in a city where there was so much noise all the time. As he was walking down various streets, he suddenly heard a woman's scream from an alleyway up ahead, and instinctively sprang into action, running to the alley with pistols drawn. Norael had hoped to catch one of the vampire underlings of the lord trying to snatch a woman away, but what he found was much different: it looked like a woman, but it was clearly a monster of some kind. A vampire or a demon, he couldn't tell which in the darkness. They seemed innocent compared to the deadly monsters he was used to, and Norael immediately felt no threat from it. But he did then see three large men, clearly intoxicated, groping at the monster's body and occasionally throwing punches.

"Trouble here, gentlemen?" Norael called out, getting their attention.

"Trouble? no sir! Just havin' us a little fun with this'n here monster!" One of the drunks called out, before throwing another punch at the monster woman's gut, causing her to slump over and fall to her knees.

"I'm sure you good ol' boys are aware of the city-wide ordinance, right? Not to engage in monsters that pose no threat to you, and to call a hunter to investigate... Right?" Norael called back, holstering a pistol so that he could flash the bounty hunter badge around his belt at the men.

"Oh but Mr. Bounty Hunter, this here monster is dangerous! It done stole my wallet, and I need it back!" The drunk proclaimed, throwing a kick at the wounded monster again.

"Well now, that certainly is a problem. How about you let me handle it, then? Considering only one of us actually has the means to kill such a "deadly monster" if need be.." Norael flashed his pistol again as he approached, shooing them back so that he could do his work. With his free hand, Norael cast a binding spell, where both sides who agreed could only tell the truth.

"This here demon or vamp or whatever it is, can use its dark magic to bind to this contract spell. Both it and I are forced to tell the truth, and if we try to lie, it poisons our blood. You agree, demon?" And sheepishly, the monster woman slowly raised her hand, casting dark magic to bind the other half of the spell, now locking them both into the spell.

"Now then, did you take this gentleman's wallet?" Norael first asked.

"N-no, Mr. Bounty Hunter Sir... I've never seen these... Men before..." The creature responded, its voice was weak and hoarse, likely from the beating.

"Okay... And have you ever harmed or killed a human before?"

"No sir, never..." The monster was 2/2 on giving truthful answers, even Norael was surprised, and he could see that the men were getting upset.

"And my final question... Why are you in this city?"

"M-my people... Were slaughtered months ago... Our village torched and trampled, I had nowhere else to go... So I've been here, hiding... Sir..." And once again, it had spoken the truth to Norael.

"Well boys, this here is a monster that hasn't caused you or anyone else any trouble or pain, so I'll be taking it into custody myself. I hope you find your wallet, now off you gentlemen go..." But alas, it was never that easy for Norael, was it? As Norael turned his back to face the monster again, one of the angry drunks grabbed an empty bottle off the ground and threw it directly at him, aimed right for the back of his head. Norael probably could have dodged it on his own, but before he had the chance to do so, the monster woman had flung to her feet and swatted the bottle towards the wall, it shattering and saving Norael from harm.

"See that!? It just tried to kill you, and now it's threatenin' me!" One drunk yelled, as they all pulled out knives, and haphazardly began to charge at the monster. By how it moved, Norael could tell that this monster may be able to handle its own under normal circumstances, but was choosing not to fight the men. So, in order to maintain that, Norael swung the monster behind him and cracked all 3 drunks upside the head with his pistols, which sent them tumbling to the ground.

"Gentlemen, I've already made my ruling here. Bounty Hunters have similar authority to the police, as I'm sure you already know, so unless you want to go home to your wives and girlfriends with concussions and broken jaws, I suggest you head on out..." Norael proclaimed, before turning back to the monster, and using a spell that sealed the monster within a small brown cube around his waist. It was a charm imbued with his magic that allowed him to capture monsters, shrinking them down and imprisoning them within the cube charm for easy capture and travel.

And with that, Norael was on his way once again... Walking for another hour or so until he had gotten out of the city, and finally made it to his cabin. It was a quiet little spot, just on the edge of a lake, surrounded by trees and a bit out of the way for most people. Here he also had a basement, one where he could now further question the monster he had captured and potentially escort it somewhere safer if it actually was as passive as it claimed to be. However, his night would not be as peaceful as he hoped it would be, because the drunks from before didn't plan on just stomping home sore and disgruntled. They went back to the bar and rallied the troops, telling this wild tale of a bounty hunter who chose the life of a horrific monster that tried to kill them over humans. And before long, a small militia was formed, and they were heading off in the direction of where Norael went.

But for now, Norael set everything up to keep the monster contained: pentagram demon seals on the ceiling and floor above one another, a ring of pure salt around that, and burning candles scented with mint placed within the triangles of the pentagram on the floor. These precautions would keep it trapped in place, whether it was a vampire, demon, poltergeist, or something else entirely. Once everything was set up, he cast a spell that reverses the entrapment within the cube, spawning the monster woman in the middle of his trap, just a few feet away from himself.

"Apologies for the cramped space, but it was the best I could do to get you out of there. Got a name?"

So for this plot, what I envision is a sort of slow building romance story between YC, a monster of some sort who is both far more powerful and deadly than my character initially believes, and MC, a Bounty Hunter of twisted monsters. Perhaps YC had been tracking MC to kill them, allowing yourself to be cornered and attacked by the drunks, and being able to manipulate the truth binding spell he had used to interrogate you. But now, MC and YC will end up on the run together, accused of aiding demons MC will be, and YC will constantly be trying to set him in traps where he gets captured along the way. Perhaps if YC kills MC before the spell of the relic cube is broken, if he dies, YC dies as well, or something of that sort which explains why they run together. But as time goes on, things can become more teasing and lewd on YC's end, trying to coax the hunter into something that even other hunters see as a sin: love with a monster.

And where do things go from there? How do we get to that point? That's for us to craft and decide. You are welcome to bring any ideas of your own that you think would work for a plot like this, and I am very open to changing how the scene plays out. The type of monster that YC ends up being can be for you to decide, I would just prefer it be more human than not at the end of the day. So yeah, if you're interested in discussing this plot, feel free to PM me

Submissive Plots:

A college sophomore with wealthy parents, who spends much of his free time on one of his father's boats. The smaller of the 3, of course, but a beautiful boat nonetheless. He took it out onto the Atlantic Ocean whenever he could, usually by himself, just to listen to music, fish, read a book, or just unwind and relax. On this one fateful day out on the boat, the weather was fine before he left. A few hours into his voyage however, he ended up dozing off with a book on his chest. Next thing he knew, he was soaked to the bone, woken up by a water bottle falling onto him, waking up in the middle of a raging storm. The boat was violently rocking from side to side as he sprung to his feet, and to make matters worse, the built-in radio on the boat was ruined by rain damage as well. His last resort was to dive into the main cabin and lock the door, but in an attempt to do so, the boat rocked violently to the side, causing him to lose his balance and crack the side of his skull off of a handrail, rendering him unconscious and completely at the mercy of the ocean...

But shockingly, he survived the ordeal. He woke up in a panic, feeling a splitting headache course throughout his skull as he sprung up, and found himself seated on a beach he didn't recognize. Seated beside him was a woman, a beautiful one at that, who he also did not recognize... And as he would soon learn, this was no ordinary woman... She was a powerful, manipulative, and deadly Siren, who saw him as her next play thing...

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…

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…

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…

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..

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…

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!

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...

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.

You Gave Your Body to a Married Man & His Wife Found Out... But She's Into It.

A big part of you was deeply ashamed by it, and of course you knew how awful it was... But at the end of the day when you were locked in a hotel room with him, it was all worth it. Every Friday night, as someone who despite being in college still lived at home with their parents, you had to cook up a new story as to where you were going that evening and who you'd be going with. You had been a trustworthy and responsible woman your entire life, and in spite of your parents overprotection of you, ultimately they never found a reason not to trust you or the stories you came up with. One week it would be that you're going up to Maine with Abby & her family, the next that you & a few friends are going camping upstate, and your parents never doubted you for a second. Now, think of how mortified they'd be if they knew you were driving into the city and willingly allowing a man who is married to take advantage of you and your beautiful body.

Yes, you always knew it was wrong to be messing around with a marriage, but ever since you two met online in a BDSM forum, you clicked like soulmates. You both connected and bonded over the kinks and desires you both shared, and it all changed when he asked if you would like to meet up with him at a hotel "to have some fun". That first in person encounter between you two was 6 months ago now, and it's been the best 6 months of your entire life with him.

Tonight was set to be no different. You packed a new slutty little dress and lingerie that he bought for you into a backpack, and took it with you as you told your parents that you had to go stay with Casey for a few days since her boyfriend had just dumped her. And from there, you drove right back into the city and into the parking garage of the Ritz-Carlton hotel that you've been to every week, and made your way up to the room he had texted to you. You got in and quickly prepared yourself for his arrival: hanging into the lingerie with the dress overtop, managing to handcuff your own hands behind your back, and sinking down to your knees with your face on the carpet and your plump ass high in the air by the front door, presenting yourself for him as you so loved to do...

But when the hotel door finally opened, he was not alone.

Marching in alongside him was his wife, a woman who was of course beautiful, but also quite angry. She grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you to the suite's living room area, throwing you onto the couch. She reprimnded mostly you for daring to step in on a marriage, especially for as long ad you've been doing it. It was only now that you felt horribly about all of it, and you promised her that if they just removed the handcuffs that you'd go home and never so much as look in her husbands direction again. But shockingly, as both she and he smirked, she refused your proposal to leave. No... Not only was he going to have fun with you, but she would be as well... Sure, she was mad at first, but then she got to thinking: why can't they keep you around as their shared little play thing? Maybe even train you to be perfect for them, and eventually move you into their home where you can serve them 24/7? That sounded lovely to them both, even if it takes some "convincing" for you to accept your place beneath them...

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~)

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