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LilithLaidBare
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Hello! I'm Lilith, but please, call me Lily
As the title says, I'm looking for roleplays based around the themes of exhibitionism, petplay, and magic, though not necessarily all at once. Though, then again, it certainly could be all at once.
If you have any questions about those themes, I have them laid out fairly in depth on my profile. You can also check out a more comprehensive listing of kinks on my F-List!
I have a number of prompts for different stories in this genre, all of which I'll post below. As long as you see it here, it's open. Don't see something that really catches your eye? Have an idea in mind that fits in with one of the three themes? Let me know! I always love hearing what all of you creative people have in those kinky little minds of yours...
The prompts aren't totally set in stone either, more just to capture the idea of what I'd like the RP to be about. Don't be afraid to send a starter in your first message, but know that I'll still want to take a bit of time to chat and really flesh things out in terms of characters, setting, expectations, etc. before we really dive in.
But, with that all said, let's get to the prompts!
Fantasy
The young sorceress placed the candles around the chalk lines in the center of the floor of her dorm. Murmuring various incantations she checked the old book again, ensuring that everything was right. She had been preparing for this night for a few days now, ever since she snuck into the forbidden section of the library to take the old summoning tome.
See, magic school was hard, not too hard for her of course, but hard enough still that she still wanted some help. And what did all the powerful wizards and sorcerers have? Familiars. Magical entities bound into a physical form for spellcasters to channel their magic through. Something that could give just a little edge in her studies.
Now this is something that is typically forbidden to students, due to the innate danger of summoning, but she felt confident that she could complete the task. Lots of students had pets that they brought around with them; cats, bats, frogs, one student even had a tiny dragon, so she was confident that nobody would suspect anything from whatever she was about to summon. And tonight was the night it was going to happen.
With a nervous, but somewhat giddy anticipation, she moved away from the book, and back to the circle of candles. She prepared the final reagent, a strand of her own hair. This was to bind whatever she brought forth to her, ensuring obedience.
With a final magic word, she dropped the hair into the small brazier in the center, awaiting her prize. What she was instead met with was a small fizzle, and a pungent smoke. The smoke made her feel dizzy, then tired, and she swiftly passed out on the floor...
She woke up the next morning in the center of her summoning circle, and was met with nothing... She gave a disappointed sigh, all that work for nothing. Looking up at her clock however, she noticed that she was late for her first class! With a gasp she swiftly swept the candles away, and returned the rug to its position. Gathering her books she sprinted from the room towards her first class.
What she didn't know however, was that the spell hadn't been a complete failure. She had called something... You...
This is a roleplay around a young magic student at some prodigious magical academy who, in an attempt to summon a familiar to aid her, accidentally binds herself to... something else. This "Something else" could manifest in a few forms. Perhaps it is just some intangible force that controls things around her, or a mischievous fey that wants to have some fun, or even a familiar as she intended, but is less bound to her as she is to it.
In any case, this entity would gain some power/sustenance/satisfaction from the humiliation of its host, and would make sure to torment her in any way imaginable. Perhaps it alters her magic so an attempt to teleport an apple accidentally targets her panties. Or trying to transform a frog backfires and causes her to grow a cats tail. I imagine the interference will start slow, but build into much more serious humiliation.
See, magic school was hard, not too hard for her of course, but hard enough still that she still wanted some help. And what did all the powerful wizards and sorcerers have? Familiars. Magical entities bound into a physical form for spellcasters to channel their magic through. Something that could give just a little edge in her studies.
Now this is something that is typically forbidden to students, due to the innate danger of summoning, but she felt confident that she could complete the task. Lots of students had pets that they brought around with them; cats, bats, frogs, one student even had a tiny dragon, so she was confident that nobody would suspect anything from whatever she was about to summon. And tonight was the night it was going to happen.
With a nervous, but somewhat giddy anticipation, she moved away from the book, and back to the circle of candles. She prepared the final reagent, a strand of her own hair. This was to bind whatever she brought forth to her, ensuring obedience.
With a final magic word, she dropped the hair into the small brazier in the center, awaiting her prize. What she was instead met with was a small fizzle, and a pungent smoke. The smoke made her feel dizzy, then tired, and she swiftly passed out on the floor...
She woke up the next morning in the center of her summoning circle, and was met with nothing... She gave a disappointed sigh, all that work for nothing. Looking up at her clock however, she noticed that she was late for her first class! With a gasp she swiftly swept the candles away, and returned the rug to its position. Gathering her books she sprinted from the room towards her first class.
What she didn't know however, was that the spell hadn't been a complete failure. She had called something... You...
This is a roleplay around a young magic student at some prodigious magical academy who, in an attempt to summon a familiar to aid her, accidentally binds herself to... something else. This "Something else" could manifest in a few forms. Perhaps it is just some intangible force that controls things around her, or a mischievous fey that wants to have some fun, or even a familiar as she intended, but is less bound to her as she is to it.
In any case, this entity would gain some power/sustenance/satisfaction from the humiliation of its host, and would make sure to torment her in any way imaginable. Perhaps it alters her magic so an attempt to teleport an apple accidentally targets her panties. Or trying to transform a frog backfires and causes her to grow a cats tail. I imagine the interference will start slow, but build into much more serious humiliation.
I slowly trudged into my room at the end of a long evening of studying. I had been buried in dusty tomes and scrolls on the art of conjuration since lunch, and I still felt no closer to achieving teleportation than I was during class this morning!
I shuddered at the memory; getting called up to the front for what was supposed to be a simple demonstration, but utterly failing to perform even a short blink from where I was to a small x the professor had marked on the ground. They berated me for a minute at least before sending me to the library to study, saying I'd be in deep trouble if I couldn't complete it by class tomorrow.
But now, I was too tired and too defeated to study or practice any more, I'd just have to show up to class and face the repercussions. I practically collapsed into bed, uniform and all, my mind still swimming with incantations and arcane runes related to teleportation magic. It took a while with my mind still so cluttered, but eventually I managed to drift off
The day's events carried on into my dreams, however. I found myself once again at the front of the classroom, grotesque caricatures of my classmates and professor ogling and jeering at me as I tried to complete the "simple" task. I gave one last attempt in my dream state, the components of the spell swirling in my mind as I attempted to move through time and space…
I felt myself land on my back with a thump, the hard wooden floor of the classroom a far cry from the comfort of my bed. It took me a moment, but I soon realized I had somehow wound up in the classroom. I had... I had done it! Even in my dream this felt like a success. But... wait. Looking around the room, now dark, empty. This... This wasn't a dream at all? I had somehow managed to cast the spell in my sleep, and landed perfectly on the target in the classroom.
My confusion was replaced with elation, which, upon further inspection of myself, was replaced with horror. Yes, I had managed to make the journey from my dorm, allll the way to the classes, but it didn't appear that any of my clothes had come with with me.
I swiftly sprung to my bare feet, arms coming up to cover my nudity. I tried to calm myself, focus on the spell again, get back to my room, but to no avail. I didn't know if I was too tired, too magically drained, or if the first spell had just been a fluke, but what I did know, was that it was a long walk back to my room...
I'm sure everyone has heard interesting stories of people getting themselves into interesting situations while sleepwalking. But, what if someone with some magical ability had the same problem?
I'd love to explore and play out some potential scenarios of what could happen when your subconscious takes over and dreams start to influence reality through magic!
The above example is just one situation I thought of, but I'd love to hear all the fun and kinky things that might occur in these situations! This could be teleportation, transformation, hypnosis, summoning, and so, so much more! Really, with magic, the only limit is our perverted imaginations.
I shuddered at the memory; getting called up to the front for what was supposed to be a simple demonstration, but utterly failing to perform even a short blink from where I was to a small x the professor had marked on the ground. They berated me for a minute at least before sending me to the library to study, saying I'd be in deep trouble if I couldn't complete it by class tomorrow.
But now, I was too tired and too defeated to study or practice any more, I'd just have to show up to class and face the repercussions. I practically collapsed into bed, uniform and all, my mind still swimming with incantations and arcane runes related to teleportation magic. It took a while with my mind still so cluttered, but eventually I managed to drift off
The day's events carried on into my dreams, however. I found myself once again at the front of the classroom, grotesque caricatures of my classmates and professor ogling and jeering at me as I tried to complete the "simple" task. I gave one last attempt in my dream state, the components of the spell swirling in my mind as I attempted to move through time and space…
I felt myself land on my back with a thump, the hard wooden floor of the classroom a far cry from the comfort of my bed. It took me a moment, but I soon realized I had somehow wound up in the classroom. I had... I had done it! Even in my dream this felt like a success. But... wait. Looking around the room, now dark, empty. This... This wasn't a dream at all? I had somehow managed to cast the spell in my sleep, and landed perfectly on the target in the classroom.
My confusion was replaced with elation, which, upon further inspection of myself, was replaced with horror. Yes, I had managed to make the journey from my dorm, allll the way to the classes, but it didn't appear that any of my clothes had come with with me.
I swiftly sprung to my bare feet, arms coming up to cover my nudity. I tried to calm myself, focus on the spell again, get back to my room, but to no avail. I didn't know if I was too tired, too magically drained, or if the first spell had just been a fluke, but what I did know, was that it was a long walk back to my room...
I'm sure everyone has heard interesting stories of people getting themselves into interesting situations while sleepwalking. But, what if someone with some magical ability had the same problem?
I'd love to explore and play out some potential scenarios of what could happen when your subconscious takes over and dreams start to influence reality through magic!
The above example is just one situation I thought of, but I'd love to hear all the fun and kinky things that might occur in these situations! This could be teleportation, transformation, hypnosis, summoning, and so, so much more! Really, with magic, the only limit is our perverted imaginations.
The mages of Secondara Academy are known as some of the most talented and powerful in the world. However, getting in was no easy feat. Firstly, you needed to be magically sensitive, a rare gift only about one in one hundred people had. And secondly, you had to pass an entrance test.
In search of applicants, representatives travel far to find potential new students. It had been only a short time after my eighteenth name day when they came to me.
I hadn’t had much time to prepare, not that there was much I could have done. The Academy controlled most magical knowledge, so learning on one’s own was difficult. All I really could do was make things glow dimly or move an inch or two. I had once set the curtains on fire, but thankfully nothing got too damaged, though my mother was still quite angry…
After I was called, the judges fortunately only wanted to see the basics, and I did what I could... But honestly, their lack of reaction made me fear it wasn’t enough. After that I was instructed to stand in an arcane circle, said to measure my magical potential. That went better, the circle glowing blindingly bright, bringing murmurs among the judges.
Then they sent me back to the waiting room. One by one the other applicants were called, taken to hear if they had proven worthy, or if they had not. As the room emptied, I was left alone. My nerves grew each passing minute, until finally, a representative returned.
“Iona Windward,” they said, their face unreadable. I stood, smoothing my skirt, and followed them down a hallway, my heart racing with every step.
We entered an odd octagonal room, polished stone walls dimly lit by glowing crystals, with a magic circle faintly glowing at its center. The representative gestured toward it. “Enter the circle for your assignment.”
I smiled, my heart soaring. I made it!
“Thank you!” I beamed, the guide remaining silent and expressionless.
Stepping toward the circle, I hesitated for a moment, steeling myself before crossing the line. The world tilted. One moment I was standing in the academy, the next, I was... somewhere else. I stumbled, disoriented, and fell to the ground.
When I managed to collect myself. The ground beneath me was rough and cold. Everything seemed cold, in fact. Faint movements of air tickled my bare skin… Wait… Bare skin?
Looking down at myself, I gasped in horror. While I had obviously been transported somewhere else, my clothing had apparently not joined me. In a panic, I covered myself. My eyes darted around in horror, before trailing downwards. I could clearly see my bare chest, my ass, my… Wait - was that a tail?
Back in the octagonal room, the guide sighed, picking up my discarded clothing. “One more familiar for the summoning pool...”
Ever wondered where familiars come from? Well, at Secundara Academy, there are those who prove their worth, those who don’t, and occasionally, those who end up somewhere in between. Those with high magic and low control can be a danger to themselves and others, so why not put them to... other uses...
I would love to start an RP in this magical world, one with a bit of a twist on the classic familiar trope. In addition to familiars being summoned from other planes, there are also those who the magical world have deemed too dangerous if left to their own devices, and are changed into living conduits of magic for other spellcasters to channel their power through.
I would love to play one of theseunlucky people! And I hope you would like to play the lucky recipient of a newly transformed familiar!
I'd like transformation to play a big part of this RP, and the nature of that transformation is definitely up for discussion. I love all the forms of familiar that we see, animals, magical creatures, demons, fey... Lots of possibilities! Though I am a sucker for animalistic changes... I could keep my humanoid form with some additional features, such as a tail, horns, wings, etc. Or I could go through a more drastic change to a new species entirely. Though, it is still likely best if I can revert to a humanoid form for... Other purposes.
In search of applicants, representatives travel far to find potential new students. It had been only a short time after my eighteenth name day when they came to me.
I hadn’t had much time to prepare, not that there was much I could have done. The Academy controlled most magical knowledge, so learning on one’s own was difficult. All I really could do was make things glow dimly or move an inch or two. I had once set the curtains on fire, but thankfully nothing got too damaged, though my mother was still quite angry…
After I was called, the judges fortunately only wanted to see the basics, and I did what I could... But honestly, their lack of reaction made me fear it wasn’t enough. After that I was instructed to stand in an arcane circle, said to measure my magical potential. That went better, the circle glowing blindingly bright, bringing murmurs among the judges.
Then they sent me back to the waiting room. One by one the other applicants were called, taken to hear if they had proven worthy, or if they had not. As the room emptied, I was left alone. My nerves grew each passing minute, until finally, a representative returned.
“Iona Windward,” they said, their face unreadable. I stood, smoothing my skirt, and followed them down a hallway, my heart racing with every step.
We entered an odd octagonal room, polished stone walls dimly lit by glowing crystals, with a magic circle faintly glowing at its center. The representative gestured toward it. “Enter the circle for your assignment.”
I smiled, my heart soaring. I made it!
“Thank you!” I beamed, the guide remaining silent and expressionless.
Stepping toward the circle, I hesitated for a moment, steeling myself before crossing the line. The world tilted. One moment I was standing in the academy, the next, I was... somewhere else. I stumbled, disoriented, and fell to the ground.
When I managed to collect myself. The ground beneath me was rough and cold. Everything seemed cold, in fact. Faint movements of air tickled my bare skin… Wait… Bare skin?
Looking down at myself, I gasped in horror. While I had obviously been transported somewhere else, my clothing had apparently not joined me. In a panic, I covered myself. My eyes darted around in horror, before trailing downwards. I could clearly see my bare chest, my ass, my… Wait - was that a tail?
Back in the octagonal room, the guide sighed, picking up my discarded clothing. “One more familiar for the summoning pool...”
Ever wondered where familiars come from? Well, at Secundara Academy, there are those who prove their worth, those who don’t, and occasionally, those who end up somewhere in between. Those with high magic and low control can be a danger to themselves and others, so why not put them to... other uses...
I would love to start an RP in this magical world, one with a bit of a twist on the classic familiar trope. In addition to familiars being summoned from other planes, there are also those who the magical world have deemed too dangerous if left to their own devices, and are changed into living conduits of magic for other spellcasters to channel their power through.
I would love to play one of these
I'd like transformation to play a big part of this RP, and the nature of that transformation is definitely up for discussion. I love all the forms of familiar that we see, animals, magical creatures, demons, fey... Lots of possibilities! Though I am a sucker for animalistic changes... I could keep my humanoid form with some additional features, such as a tail, horns, wings, etc. Or I could go through a more drastic change to a new species entirely. Though, it is still likely best if I can revert to a humanoid form for... Other purposes.
Take some advice. If an alchemist offers you a job collecting Lindalë flower petals, no matter how much gold they promise, no matter how "quick and easy" they swear it’ll be, don’t take it. Just don’t.
Trust me on this one.
Speaking from experience here. I mean, just look at me. Well, no, I’d actually rather you didn’t look at me right now. Not until I figure out how to break this damn curse.
I mean, how was I supposed to know that Lindalë petals were, apparently, prime fairy textile material? And I definitely had no idea that stripping an entire grove of them was the equivalent of robbing the fey blind. Not that the alchemist bothered to mention that part.
Turns out that fairies are big fans of poetic justice, and I had basically just stolen the clothes off their back...
Yeah, you can probably guess where this is going…
At first I didn’t notice anything was wrong, a string of bad luck maybe. A snagged tunic here, a missing sock there. But when goblins stole my clothes for the second time while I was bathing in a stream, I started to suspect something was up.
One (very awkward) visit to a local wizard, and I had my answer: one case of Vestis Damnum, or in plain Common, "Fleeting Clothing".
It wasn’t like my clothes instantly turning to dust though, that’d be too obvious. No, they wanted me to have just enough hope. Enough time to put something on, to believe for a moment that I was safe, before fate (or sheer misfortune) struck again.
Now? If I can keep a shirt on my back for more than a day, it’s a miracle. And it’s still only getting worse.
Moral of the story? Don’t mess with the fey. And never ever take a job from an alchemist.
I would love to do an RP based round a character having a bit of misfortune and winding up with a nudity curse. The exact origin or nature of the curse is somewhat up for debate, but like in the intro, I would love if it wasn't your standard "*Poof*, now you're always naked!" kind of thing. I love when there's a bit of build, and perhaps a bit of hope that I can stay hidden or covered in some way, only for it to ultimately fail.
Trust me on this one.
Speaking from experience here. I mean, just look at me. Well, no, I’d actually rather you didn’t look at me right now. Not until I figure out how to break this damn curse.
I mean, how was I supposed to know that Lindalë petals were, apparently, prime fairy textile material? And I definitely had no idea that stripping an entire grove of them was the equivalent of robbing the fey blind. Not that the alchemist bothered to mention that part.
Turns out that fairies are big fans of poetic justice, and I had basically just stolen the clothes off their back...
Yeah, you can probably guess where this is going…
At first I didn’t notice anything was wrong, a string of bad luck maybe. A snagged tunic here, a missing sock there. But when goblins stole my clothes for the second time while I was bathing in a stream, I started to suspect something was up.
One (very awkward) visit to a local wizard, and I had my answer: one case of Vestis Damnum, or in plain Common, "Fleeting Clothing".
It wasn’t like my clothes instantly turning to dust though, that’d be too obvious. No, they wanted me to have just enough hope. Enough time to put something on, to believe for a moment that I was safe, before fate (or sheer misfortune) struck again.
Now? If I can keep a shirt on my back for more than a day, it’s a miracle. And it’s still only getting worse.
Moral of the story? Don’t mess with the fey. And never ever take a job from an alchemist.
I would love to do an RP based round a character having a bit of misfortune and winding up with a nudity curse. The exact origin or nature of the curse is somewhat up for debate, but like in the intro, I would love if it wasn't your standard "*Poof*, now you're always naked!" kind of thing. I love when there's a bit of build, and perhaps a bit of hope that I can stay hidden or covered in some way, only for it to ultimately fail.
It was beginning to get dark as I approached the tower deep in the woods. I shifted my eyes side to side nervously, pulling my cloak tighter around my shoulders as if it might serve some sort of protection from the creatures which my overactive imagination told me were lurking in the twilight forest. I let my reason for coming all this way bolster my nerves as I continued.
This had all started about a year ago, when I first realized my magical potential. It was a rare gift, to be sensitive to magic, but without the proper training it would be squandered. Those lucky enough to have power would often hone it at a magical university, which was a route I had already gone down. Turns out I wasn't quite qualified for their tastes, nor for any other school I spent my dwindling money on traveling to.
Turns out they aren't keen on teaching a peasant like me. Uneducated", "Undisciplined", "Unclean", and most recently "Likely to send herself scattered through a thousand dimensions in a thousand pieces if she even attempted the simplest of spells". The last one did give me a shudder, but I wouldn't be deterred.
"Luckily" enough, there was still one other option for me, and that was to find someone outside of a school to teach me. Which is how I got pointed this way. A rumor came to me of a teacher who was willing to take on any student of sufficient magical potential, and I was desperate enough to follow it.
So, with all that still in mind, I stepped up to the heavy wooden door of the tower. A snarling metal dragon head held a knocker in its jaws on the front, which I lifted a quaking hand to, before sending three sharp knocks on the door...
This would involve MC seeking magical training from a mysterious teacher. The teacher themself is up to you, they could be a young wizard studying magic in isolation. Maybe a witch run out of civilization under some strange circumstances. Or a druid looking to commune with nature. Your imagination is the limit!
This had all started about a year ago, when I first realized my magical potential. It was a rare gift, to be sensitive to magic, but without the proper training it would be squandered. Those lucky enough to have power would often hone it at a magical university, which was a route I had already gone down. Turns out I wasn't quite qualified for their tastes, nor for any other school I spent my dwindling money on traveling to.
Turns out they aren't keen on teaching a peasant like me. Uneducated", "Undisciplined", "Unclean", and most recently "Likely to send herself scattered through a thousand dimensions in a thousand pieces if she even attempted the simplest of spells". The last one did give me a shudder, but I wouldn't be deterred.
"Luckily" enough, there was still one other option for me, and that was to find someone outside of a school to teach me. Which is how I got pointed this way. A rumor came to me of a teacher who was willing to take on any student of sufficient magical potential, and I was desperate enough to follow it.
So, with all that still in mind, I stepped up to the heavy wooden door of the tower. A snarling metal dragon head held a knocker in its jaws on the front, which I lifted a quaking hand to, before sending three sharp knocks on the door...
This would involve MC seeking magical training from a mysterious teacher. The teacher themself is up to you, they could be a young wizard studying magic in isolation. Maybe a witch run out of civilization under some strange circumstances. Or a druid looking to commune with nature. Your imagination is the limit!
Talia had only just begun her adventuring lif. Eighteen, wide-eyed, and armed with more dreams than experience. Ever since she'd left her quiet village, she'd chased after legends, hoping to add her name into the great tapestry of heroines.
While exploring the remains of a forgotten wizard's tower, she discovered a strange artifact buried beneath the rubble: a silver amulet, set with a gem that shimmered like starlight. The moment she touched it, the amulet snapped and locked around her neck, pulsing with a strange warmth.
The amulet, apparently sentient, addressed itself as The Gem of Everquests, a magical relic created by a long-dead, and deeply mischievous, wizard. From that moment on, her life changed. With a whisper of thought, the gem would conjure new quests, promising gold, glory, and adventure beyond imagining.
At first, it was everything she'd hoped for. She bested bandits, uncovered ancient tomes, even helped a forest spirit find its lost name. And to the gem's promise, it conjured rewards upon completion, seemingly from thin air. But before long, the quests started shifting... getting weirder. More embarrassing.
She delivered enchanted pastries that exploded into song. She dueled a goose in a tavern. Once, she had to babysit a family of teleporting raccoons.
Still, the rewards were too good to ignore—until today.
She'd just arrived in a peaceful little town, barely unpacked her bag at the inn, when the gem flared with its now-familiar glow. Words shimmered into view before her eyes:
Talia froze, her cheeks instantly blazing.
The amulet sparkled innocently. And the clock was ticking.
This is a great one for anyone looking to play out some of the more typical RPG tropes. Once the gem turns kinky, how far will it push our poor adventurer? How far will she be willing to go for a reward? Alternatively, the gem could be locked to her in some way, and a very fun element could be adding punishments for failing a quest.
I think this one works great with some light RPG elements as well: dice rolling, stats and bonuses. A touch of randomness could make it all the more thrilling if I'm trying to get out of a risky situation, or complete a difficult task that promises great reward, or embarrassing punishment...
While exploring the remains of a forgotten wizard's tower, she discovered a strange artifact buried beneath the rubble: a silver amulet, set with a gem that shimmered like starlight. The moment she touched it, the amulet snapped and locked around her neck, pulsing with a strange warmth.
The amulet, apparently sentient, addressed itself as The Gem of Everquests, a magical relic created by a long-dead, and deeply mischievous, wizard. From that moment on, her life changed. With a whisper of thought, the gem would conjure new quests, promising gold, glory, and adventure beyond imagining.
At first, it was everything she'd hoped for. She bested bandits, uncovered ancient tomes, even helped a forest spirit find its lost name. And to the gem's promise, it conjured rewards upon completion, seemingly from thin air. But before long, the quests started shifting... getting weirder. More embarrassing.
She delivered enchanted pastries that exploded into song. She dueled a goose in a tavern. Once, she had to babysit a family of teleporting raccoons.
Still, the rewards were too good to ignore—until today.
She'd just arrived in a peaceful little town, barely unpacked her bag at the inn, when the gem flared with its now-familiar glow. Words shimmered into view before her eyes:
Talia froze, her cheeks instantly blazing.
The amulet sparkled innocently. And the clock was ticking.
This is a great one for anyone looking to play out some of the more typical RPG tropes. Once the gem turns kinky, how far will it push our poor adventurer? How far will she be willing to go for a reward? Alternatively, the gem could be locked to her in some way, and a very fun element could be adding punishments for failing a quest.
I think this one works great with some light RPG elements as well: dice rolling, stats and bonuses. A touch of randomness could make it all the more thrilling if I'm trying to get out of a risky situation, or complete a difficult task that promises great reward, or embarrassing punishment...
I slid the final bottle into its slot in the display. Smiling to myself at a job well done, I took a step back to admire my work. Fifty small vials, each one holding a potent alchemical potion, and each one with a distinct effect. All promised some kind of transmutative power: physical enhancements, mental modifications, even ones that changed the user's body in drastic and incredible ways.
I looked over each bottle, set neatly into its little slot with a matching tag, ready to be put out for sale. The labels were all perfectly aligned, the colors of the liquids vibrant in their glass containers. I felt a flush of pride, everything was finally in order.
But just as I took a breath to savor the moment, I heard a sharp "clink", and the entire display wobbled.
Before I could even react, the display tipped sideways, sending a cascade of glass bottles tumbling from their spots. I lunged to catch them, but it was too late. The bottles hit the ground with a series of sharp, cracking sounds.
For a moment, everything was still. The alchemical potions—once so neatly arranged—now lay scattered across the floor, their labels unreadable, their contents mingling in colorful puddles from the few that had lost their contents in the fall. The faint scent of sulfur and something sweet filled the room as I stood, stunned, amidst the wreckage.
I leaned down to pick up the first bottle, then paused. The labels had smudged beyond recognition. There was no way to tell which potion was which, not without some kind of magical device to test them, which unfortunately I didn't have.
A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I wasn't going to be able to sell these without knowing what they were. But maybe… I could still salvage something. It became clear I wasn't going to get out of this mess without trying a little of each potion myself.
Here's a good one for anyone who really would like to play with and stack a good number of magical effects on my unfortunate alchemist. Each potion might have drastically varied effects, and it's up to us to find out exactly what each one does. These could be one offs, with me taking some kind of nullifier after the effect has taken place, or like I said before, they could just keep stacking until my character is sporting all sorts of interesting (and likely very kinky) magical effects.
Happy to play this as my character being the alchemist who brewed the potions, or perhaps opposite yours as their apprentice or helper. It could be a team effort as well if you're interested in joining in on some of the fun!
I looked over each bottle, set neatly into its little slot with a matching tag, ready to be put out for sale. The labels were all perfectly aligned, the colors of the liquids vibrant in their glass containers. I felt a flush of pride, everything was finally in order.
But just as I took a breath to savor the moment, I heard a sharp "clink", and the entire display wobbled.
Before I could even react, the display tipped sideways, sending a cascade of glass bottles tumbling from their spots. I lunged to catch them, but it was too late. The bottles hit the ground with a series of sharp, cracking sounds.
For a moment, everything was still. The alchemical potions—once so neatly arranged—now lay scattered across the floor, their labels unreadable, their contents mingling in colorful puddles from the few that had lost their contents in the fall. The faint scent of sulfur and something sweet filled the room as I stood, stunned, amidst the wreckage.
I leaned down to pick up the first bottle, then paused. The labels had smudged beyond recognition. There was no way to tell which potion was which, not without some kind of magical device to test them, which unfortunately I didn't have.
A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I wasn't going to be able to sell these without knowing what they were. But maybe… I could still salvage something. It became clear I wasn't going to get out of this mess without trying a little of each potion myself.
Here's a good one for anyone who really would like to play with and stack a good number of magical effects on my unfortunate alchemist. Each potion might have drastically varied effects, and it's up to us to find out exactly what each one does. These could be one offs, with me taking some kind of nullifier after the effect has taken place, or like I said before, they could just keep stacking until my character is sporting all sorts of interesting (and likely very kinky) magical effects.
Happy to play this as my character being the alchemist who brewed the potions, or perhaps opposite yours as their apprentice or helper. It could be a team effort as well if you're interested in joining in on some of the fun!
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Flash & Dash, the game show where our contestants put their dignity on the line in hopes of earning amazing prizes!
Tonight, we have a lovely young college student eager to make some extra money to pay off her student loan debt!"
The camera switches to a security camera view of a young woman in a small room. She fidgets nervously as she paces the room, understandable as she is completely naked.
"Lucy is currently in a small storeroom in one of the university buildings. Her goal is to make it safely back to her dorm, which will end the game. However, she shouldn't be too eager to get back because we have planned several optional challenges for her. Each challenge she completes will award her a substantial cash prize!
We'll be communicating with her through a small earbud. Let's give it a try now... Can you hear me, Lucy?"
The young woman jumps at the sudden noise, quickly using her hands to cover herself, before realizing where the voice is coming from.
"Y-yeah, I hear you," she replies.
"Great! How are you feeling?"
"P-pretty nervous to be ho-"
"Wonderful! Really, great stuff. I'd be excited too. Anyway, we're just about ready to go if you are."
Lucy takes a deep breath, a look of determination coming over her face.
"I'm... I'm ready."
"Lovely! Try and enjoy yourself out there, Lucy, and hopefully, you'll come out of this a much richer woman! Oh, but don't take too long. We've planned a campus-wide fire drill a few hours from now, which will make getting back to your dorm a bit tricky..."
"Wait, wha-?"
"That's it, then, Lucy! Your time starts... now!"
This idea is centered around a game show where contestants streak through public areas, attempting to reach safety while completing additional tasks and challenges for cash and other prizes.
The focus of this roleplay is more on the themes of exposure and nudity rather than strictly sexual elements. While things can get fun and kinky, I don't want the storyline to devolve into the contestant getting caught and engaged in repetitive sexual encounters.
The initial prompt involves a university student running around her college, but I'm open to exploring other settings as well. I'd love to hear your ideas for different locations for the game!
Regarding the exposure aspect, most of the excitement comes from the risk involved in streaking. While getting caught is part of the thrill, I want to avoid immediate exposure to maintain the tension. Give me a chance to avoid being seen to really draw out the suspense!
Tonight, we have a lovely young college student eager to make some extra money to pay off her student loan debt!"
The camera switches to a security camera view of a young woman in a small room. She fidgets nervously as she paces the room, understandable as she is completely naked.
"Lucy is currently in a small storeroom in one of the university buildings. Her goal is to make it safely back to her dorm, which will end the game. However, she shouldn't be too eager to get back because we have planned several optional challenges for her. Each challenge she completes will award her a substantial cash prize!
We'll be communicating with her through a small earbud. Let's give it a try now... Can you hear me, Lucy?"
The young woman jumps at the sudden noise, quickly using her hands to cover herself, before realizing where the voice is coming from.
"Y-yeah, I hear you," she replies.
"Great! How are you feeling?"
"P-pretty nervous to be ho-"
"Wonderful! Really, great stuff. I'd be excited too. Anyway, we're just about ready to go if you are."
Lucy takes a deep breath, a look of determination coming over her face.
"I'm... I'm ready."
"Lovely! Try and enjoy yourself out there, Lucy, and hopefully, you'll come out of this a much richer woman! Oh, but don't take too long. We've planned a campus-wide fire drill a few hours from now, which will make getting back to your dorm a bit tricky..."
"Wait, wha-?"
"That's it, then, Lucy! Your time starts... now!"
This idea is centered around a game show where contestants streak through public areas, attempting to reach safety while completing additional tasks and challenges for cash and other prizes.
The focus of this roleplay is more on the themes of exposure and nudity rather than strictly sexual elements. While things can get fun and kinky, I don't want the storyline to devolve into the contestant getting caught and engaged in repetitive sexual encounters.
The initial prompt involves a university student running around her college, but I'm open to exploring other settings as well. I'd love to hear your ideas for different locations for the game!
Regarding the exposure aspect, most of the excitement comes from the risk involved in streaking. While getting caught is part of the thrill, I want to avoid immediate exposure to maintain the tension. Give me a chance to avoid being seen to really draw out the suspense!
My heart beat hard in my chest as we walked, though I didn't know if it was out of excitement or fear. Probably a good mix of both honestly. You glanced over at me and couldn't help but let your gaze linger for a few moments. Your eyes roamed over my body, currently draped in a pretty floral sundress that swished beautifully around my legs as I walked. You tried not to think about was was, or rather wasn't, underneath.
Moving your gaze upwards, you could see the same nerves that you were feeling written on my face, so you reached out to grab my hand. "You ok?" you asked. "Mmhmm" I replied simply. "You know, we can always turn around if this is too mu-" "It's not" I interrupted, determination in ,my voice. "I w-want this" I said with a blush. You couldn't help but smile at that, "That's my girl" You said, leading us into the darkness of the local park.
The area was secluded, a road lead up to a parking lot, now closed off to cars by a small gate. The lot ended and the park began, a decent sized open area of grass with a few pavilions here and there, and a baseball field in the back. The whole area was surrounded by a dense forest, small hiking trails leading outwards.
The lot was empty, and as our sight adjusted to the relative darkness, the area only lit by the glow of the moon, we could see that nobody seemed to be around, at least for now...
"R-ready?" you asked, my heartbeat picking up once more. I took a moment to steel myself, taking a deep breath and letting it out before responding. "Ready". With that you removed your backpack, opening it and removing one item from the couple you had brought, a small leather dog collar.
"Ok then, take off your dress..."
This is something I'd like to keep lighter in tone, but still quite kinky of course. The main kinks involved of course are petplay, so collars, leashes, and of course lots of "good girl"s. Another big aspect of this is the public nature, so exhibitionism, outfit control, risk of being caught, etc. The nudity is of course a key factor I think, and can happen as slowly or as quick as we like in the story. I am expecting a good bit of embarrassment, but not to the point of total humiliation.
How we got into this situation is up for debate as well. We could do something like the above scenario, where one or both of us come out as having this kink. This would probably work best as two people in a relationship, but it could even be between two close friends. We could also take this in another direction, perhaps with a lost bet or dare, I'd love to hear your suggestions!
On the topic of variations to the story, this was planned in a modern setting, but could be fun to do in a fantasy or even sci-fi world!
Moving your gaze upwards, you could see the same nerves that you were feeling written on my face, so you reached out to grab my hand. "You ok?" you asked. "Mmhmm" I replied simply. "You know, we can always turn around if this is too mu-" "It's not" I interrupted, determination in ,my voice. "I w-want this" I said with a blush. You couldn't help but smile at that, "That's my girl" You said, leading us into the darkness of the local park.
The area was secluded, a road lead up to a parking lot, now closed off to cars by a small gate. The lot ended and the park began, a decent sized open area of grass with a few pavilions here and there, and a baseball field in the back. The whole area was surrounded by a dense forest, small hiking trails leading outwards.
The lot was empty, and as our sight adjusted to the relative darkness, the area only lit by the glow of the moon, we could see that nobody seemed to be around, at least for now...
"R-ready?" you asked, my heartbeat picking up once more. I took a moment to steel myself, taking a deep breath and letting it out before responding. "Ready". With that you removed your backpack, opening it and removing one item from the couple you had brought, a small leather dog collar.
"Ok then, take off your dress..."
This is something I'd like to keep lighter in tone, but still quite kinky of course. The main kinks involved of course are petplay, so collars, leashes, and of course lots of "good girl"s. Another big aspect of this is the public nature, so exhibitionism, outfit control, risk of being caught, etc. The nudity is of course a key factor I think, and can happen as slowly or as quick as we like in the story. I am expecting a good bit of embarrassment, but not to the point of total humiliation.
How we got into this situation is up for debate as well. We could do something like the above scenario, where one or both of us come out as having this kink. This would probably work best as two people in a relationship, but it could even be between two close friends. We could also take this in another direction, perhaps with a lost bet or dare, I'd love to hear your suggestions!
On the topic of variations to the story, this was planned in a modern setting, but could be fun to do in a fantasy or even sci-fi world!
The Velgrave Academy for Learning Excellence, or VALE, was known as one of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning in the world. Its graduates were almost guaranteed a top position in any company they desired, often with offers coming in as soon as a student received their acceptance letters.
The Academy itself was shrouded in mystery, with its curriculum and teaching methods a tightly guarded secret to all but its faculty and students, with severe punishments promised to anyone who dared speak of it off campus.
However, punishments weren't used only for the more major infractions, but as a tool of general discipline for poor work as well, something that a bright young student named Lucy found out quite quickly.
Not that she ever received them, of course. Lucy was truly gifted, and even the most challenging assignments were child's play to her. Other students were not so lucky, however.
Every professor seemed to have their own brand of punishment, varying from tedious assignments like writing their name one thousand times, to demeaning ones like cleaning all the bathrooms on campus. One professor, Dr. Margarethe, had a particular brand of punishment.
Dr. Margarethe relied on a particular brand of humiliation for her students. For any assignment, the lowest score would be taken out, and that student would be given a punishment. One girl was forced to reach under her skirt and remove her panties, handing them over to the professor in front of the entire class. Another received ten, bare bottom spanks, bent over the professor's desk with her skirt flipped up over her hips. These only worsened for repeat offenders. One girl, in her third time punished, had been collared and leashed and forced to follow the professor on hands and knees as she taught the remainder of the class.
Lucy never had to worry about this though, most often at the top of the class, but she still felt certain... Feelings, towards the girls being punished...
One day, nearing the end of the year, she returned to her dorm to find a neatly written letter slipped under her door. Opening it, she read the pristine handwriting:
This would be a fun one for anyone looking to take my character through a growing series of embarrassing punishments throughout the remainder of the school year. I imagine these would again, start fairly low, but grow quickly, perhaps going beyond the bounds of the classroom, and into the campus, or even surrounding areas.
The Academy itself was shrouded in mystery, with its curriculum and teaching methods a tightly guarded secret to all but its faculty and students, with severe punishments promised to anyone who dared speak of it off campus.
However, punishments weren't used only for the more major infractions, but as a tool of general discipline for poor work as well, something that a bright young student named Lucy found out quite quickly.
Not that she ever received them, of course. Lucy was truly gifted, and even the most challenging assignments were child's play to her. Other students were not so lucky, however.
Every professor seemed to have their own brand of punishment, varying from tedious assignments like writing their name one thousand times, to demeaning ones like cleaning all the bathrooms on campus. One professor, Dr. Margarethe, had a particular brand of punishment.
Dr. Margarethe relied on a particular brand of humiliation for her students. For any assignment, the lowest score would be taken out, and that student would be given a punishment. One girl was forced to reach under her skirt and remove her panties, handing them over to the professor in front of the entire class. Another received ten, bare bottom spanks, bent over the professor's desk with her skirt flipped up over her hips. These only worsened for repeat offenders. One girl, in her third time punished, had been collared and leashed and forced to follow the professor on hands and knees as she taught the remainder of the class.
Lucy never had to worry about this though, most often at the top of the class, but she still felt certain... Feelings, towards the girls being punished...
One day, nearing the end of the year, she returned to her dorm to find a neatly written letter slipped under her door. Opening it, she read the pristine handwriting:
This would be a fun one for anyone looking to take my character through a growing series of embarrassing punishments throughout the remainder of the school year. I imagine these would again, start fairly low, but grow quickly, perhaps going beyond the bounds of the classroom, and into the campus, or even surrounding areas.
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