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Hello!
I'm a female role player looking for someone to play a male Master character to my female character. I've multiple decades of experience, and I'm looking for one on one RP with a male role player over 21. Ideally, a few paragraphs per post. I need an RP partner who can be patient for replies, as sometimes RL gets in the way.
I'm specifically looking for a dominant male character who enslaves my character forcefully. Dub con or non-con, no HEA. Forced nudity, collared, restraints, caging, bondage - see full list of kinks here: F-list - Warning
Before you go any further:
Fantasy Idea #1 (NSFW image):
Kaylin (MC) had been reading in bed when she heard a noise in her living quarters. Picking up the dagger at the side of her bed, she carefully placed the book on the bed. As the noise grew louder, she began to move towards the sound, dagger at the ready. As she glanced around the corner into the parlour, she held the dagger ready. With a sigh of relief, Kaylin lowered the weapon as she recognised the intruder.
"Bryant?! What are you doing here?!"
He didn't answer her immediately, continuing to rummage through her bookshelf before turning to her with a distracted look on his face.
"The book, where is it?"
"What book?"
"The one I gave you."
There was something off about him, something desperate. "It's in my room," she replied, trailing after him as he headed for her bedroom. Before he could start tearing that apart too, she grabbed his arm, pulling him around to face her.
"Stop, Bryant! Please just tell me what is going on."
He met her eyes, a dark look in his face that made her shrink back. "The Courtier is dead."
Gaping, she released him. "What?!"
He hefted the book in one hand and turned back to her. "We got word that the Warrior (YC) was back in town and was meeting someone in the Market District tonight. It turned out to be the Courtier." He shrugged, "It was too good an opportunity to miss."
Kaylin continued to stare at her lover. This wasn't the Bryant she knew, he didn't talk about death so casually. He had found a bag somewhere and was starting to fill it with some of her belongings. "We need to go now. Get you out of town before..."
Before she could reply, there was a loud crash as the door of her quarters was breached. Cursing, Bryant grabbed her arm and pulled her in the direction of the open window he had used. Kaylin was alarmed to see black clothed figures climbing in, the elite guard of The Whisperer. They were surrounded. As Bryant took on the guards by the window, Kaylin turned to find a royal guard coming for her. Slipping to one side, she brought her dagger up and sliced along his arm. They hadn't expected her to be armed, and for a few moments, she held her own.
A glance in Bryant's direction showed that he was fighting off several attackers and appeared to be winning. It cost her, though, and she collapsed forward onto her knees as someone kicked at the back of her legs. A thin stiletto blade appeared against her throat, and she froze.
"Drop it," a charming voice whispered in her ear, a hand wrapping in her hair and tugging when she hesitated. She dropped it with a loud thud, her eyes trying to find Bryant in the chaos.
The pressure didn't ease up as she watched Bryant struggling against multiple men, with more piling on.
"Stop or she's dead."
Abruptly, Bryant stopped, looking to the owner of the voice, his eyes flicking to Kaylin. He hesitated, and she felt the knife press harder against her skin. She knew her captive would do it. The Whisperer was not known for his mercy. Conceding, Bryant dropped his weapons and knelt, hands in the air. The guards were on him in an instant, pushing him onto his stomach and shackling his hands behind his back. Kaylin felt the grip on her hair release, the knife moving away as she was handed off to a guard.
She watched as the Whisperer swanned into view, a slender figure with a piercing stare that unnerved everyone. He was handsome, just like his father and brothers, and he delivered a savage kick to Bryant's side before grabbing his hair to lift his head. Crouching down, he peered at him as Bryant glared back.
"Well, well, if it isn't Asher Bryr. Bastard Son of Empress Aleena and infamous assassin." Elric, The Whisperer, announced before releasing Bryant's head and looking at the guards. "Search him."
Turning back to Kaylin, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"And in Lady Kaylin Delacourt's rooms, no less," he said, "That's treason, my Lady."
Cold flooded her. She had been four year's old when the Emperor had conquered her kingdom, publicly raping and murdering her mother in front of her father before executing him. They were an example for anyone else who decided to fight him, and many other lands had surrendered to the Emperor rather than suffer the same fate. The Empire had grown, and with it the slave industry. Rather than putting prisoners to death, they were often enslaved. It was this fate that now befell Kaylin, and she looked at her lover, anger merging with fear as he met her gaze with attempted indifference. There was something else lurking behind his eyes, and Kaylin realised it was an apology. He had used her, but apparently, it hadn't all been a lie; he still cared for her.
The Whisperer noticed and winced in mock sympathy. "Oh, no, you didn't know? He's been contorting with rebels, too. I wonder what else he didn't tell you."
Kaylin said nothing, eyes closing to avoid looking at him. His anger was barely contained, swirling beneath the surface. The Whisperer only showed the emotions he wanted, but his younger brother had just been murdered, and Kaylin was partially to blame. She had unwittingly given Bryant access to court, and he had used it to help the rebels. While she held no love for the Emperor's court, having been forced to participate from the age of 18, Kaylin had kept her head down, not wishing to gain the Imperial family's attention.
That had failed two years ago when she had met the gaze of a handsome stranger across a room. Kaylin had looked on in horror as someone approached him, calling him "Your Highness". Only as he turned did she see the scar on his neck. Ducking out of sight, she had fled, but it was too late; she had caught The Warrior's attention.
The eldest son of the Emperor, he was the leader of his father's armies. He conquered lands, massacring and pillaging as he went. He was known for his cruelty, especially towards women, his appetite insatiable, and many stories were told of the spectacles he put on in public. Kaylin had been saved by a rebel uprising, the Warrior left that night and had not returned to the Capital since. Rumours reached the court that he had taken a penchant for a certain type of woman; women who matched her appearance. Duty-bound, the Warrior would not leave his post, but every so often, Kaylin swore she was being followed. He was keeping tabs on her.
A squeeze of the Whisperer's fingers made her reopen her eyes. "My brother is dead," he snarled, spittle hitting her face, "I should turn you over to Arawn and let him play with you..." He paused to enjoy her look of horror as he named the fourth brother, the Emperor's torturer known simply as The Torturer. Just like his other brothers, he had a reputation that preceded him and
"But..." He drew out the word. "It seems that my brother has a prior claim on you. He'll be here shortly."
He released her chin, leaving finger marks behind, the gleam in his eyes showing that he was going to enjoy this very much. Shocked to her core, she stared at him as he gave the order for her to be shackled and gagged before turning his attention to Bryant. Her lover had heard everything and was putting up some fight at the thought of her falling into the Warrior's hands, something he had tried to prevent.
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I'm looking for a writing partner who can help expand the fantasy world described in this introduction. The Warrior is the character I am looking for someone to play. As described, he is the eldest son of the Emperor, and like his father, he is a conqueror. He has a history of pillaging, rape and violence. This is very much a non-con plot, with it eventually turning into dub-con. It would be great to have a partner who would also like to play the other brothers at some point, but it isn't a requirement. The Warrior spends a lot of time on the road with soldiers, dealing with uprisings, or conquering new lands. I am looking for MC to be used in these circumstances, shared with others, and used in public. Someone who can come up with creative scenarios would be great.
Fantasy Idea #2 (NSFW image):
The Queen, Amberlyn Delafonte (MC), is approached by a hooded stranger. She is told that a group of children and their teacher have gone missing while on a trip, and her husband's enemy (YC) is responsible. Their fate depends on her; if she submits to him, they will be released without harm. When she calls him a liar, he tells her that a rider is just arriving with the news. The stranger leaves her, telling her further instructions will follow.
She receives them the next day. The royal couple have a scheduled visit away from the palace, staying overnight before travelling back. A letter tells her to leave during the night and meet YC at a designated location -alone. Once there, she is to kneel at his feet.
OOC:
YC can be a rival lord, general, leader of a rebel group, King of another nation or anything else you can think of. The King and Queen married for love, and it's believed that her betrayal will break him.
The missing kids can be substituted for another threat, anything that will make her hand herself in and submit to anything. This is a non-con plot resulting in her being enslaved by YC.
Let me know if you are interested! I'm happy to discuss minor changes.
Hello!
I'm a female role player looking for someone to play a male Master character to my female character. I've multiple decades of experience, and I'm looking for one on one RP with a male role player over 21. Ideally, a few paragraphs per post. I need an RP partner who can be patient for replies, as sometimes RL gets in the way.
I'm specifically looking for a dominant male character who enslaves my character forcefully. Dub con or non-con, no HEA. Forced nudity, collared, restraints, caging, bondage - see full list of kinks here: F-list - Warning
Before you go any further:
- PMs only.
- I'm not interested in slow burn or aftercare (outside of keeping her alive and healthy).
- No fandoms
- No requested celebrity face claims (I use them, but like to choose my own)
- I love having my character interact with multiple characters (other Masters and slaves), but I prefer to mostly play one character myself. I don't mind occasionally playing other female slaves in scenes with my characters.
- I don't have Discord.
- I'm looking for an experienced partner who posts in the third person and in multiple paragraphs.
- I like sex based world-building.
- OOC chatter for plotting only - but please be aware that I like an element of surprise in my roleplays, so please be prepared to take some initiative
- I will speak up if I am not enjoying the experience.
- Read my kinks list BEFORE messaging me - F-list - Warning
Fantasy Idea #1 (NSFW image):
Kaylin (MC) had been reading in bed when she heard a noise in her living quarters. Picking up the dagger at the side of her bed, she carefully placed the book on the bed. As the noise grew louder, she began to move towards the sound, dagger at the ready. As she glanced around the corner into the parlour, she held the dagger ready. With a sigh of relief, Kaylin lowered the weapon as she recognised the intruder.
"Bryant?! What are you doing here?!"
He didn't answer her immediately, continuing to rummage through her bookshelf before turning to her with a distracted look on his face.
"The book, where is it?"
"What book?"
"The one I gave you."
There was something off about him, something desperate. "It's in my room," she replied, trailing after him as he headed for her bedroom. Before he could start tearing that apart too, she grabbed his arm, pulling him around to face her.
"Stop, Bryant! Please just tell me what is going on."
He met her eyes, a dark look in his face that made her shrink back. "The Courtier is dead."
Gaping, she released him. "What?!"
He hefted the book in one hand and turned back to her. "We got word that the Warrior (YC) was back in town and was meeting someone in the Market District tonight. It turned out to be the Courtier." He shrugged, "It was too good an opportunity to miss."
Kaylin continued to stare at her lover. This wasn't the Bryant she knew, he didn't talk about death so casually. He had found a bag somewhere and was starting to fill it with some of her belongings. "We need to go now. Get you out of town before..."
Before she could reply, there was a loud crash as the door of her quarters was breached. Cursing, Bryant grabbed her arm and pulled her in the direction of the open window he had used. Kaylin was alarmed to see black clothed figures climbing in, the elite guard of The Whisperer. They were surrounded. As Bryant took on the guards by the window, Kaylin turned to find a royal guard coming for her. Slipping to one side, she brought her dagger up and sliced along his arm. They hadn't expected her to be armed, and for a few moments, she held her own.
A glance in Bryant's direction showed that he was fighting off several attackers and appeared to be winning. It cost her, though, and she collapsed forward onto her knees as someone kicked at the back of her legs. A thin stiletto blade appeared against her throat, and she froze.
"Drop it," a charming voice whispered in her ear, a hand wrapping in her hair and tugging when she hesitated. She dropped it with a loud thud, her eyes trying to find Bryant in the chaos.
The pressure didn't ease up as she watched Bryant struggling against multiple men, with more piling on.
"Stop or she's dead."
Abruptly, Bryant stopped, looking to the owner of the voice, his eyes flicking to Kaylin. He hesitated, and she felt the knife press harder against her skin. She knew her captive would do it. The Whisperer was not known for his mercy. Conceding, Bryant dropped his weapons and knelt, hands in the air. The guards were on him in an instant, pushing him onto his stomach and shackling his hands behind his back. Kaylin felt the grip on her hair release, the knife moving away as she was handed off to a guard.
She watched as the Whisperer swanned into view, a slender figure with a piercing stare that unnerved everyone. He was handsome, just like his father and brothers, and he delivered a savage kick to Bryant's side before grabbing his hair to lift his head. Crouching down, he peered at him as Bryant glared back.
"Well, well, if it isn't Asher Bryr. Bastard Son of Empress Aleena and infamous assassin." Elric, The Whisperer, announced before releasing Bryant's head and looking at the guards. "Search him."
Turning back to Kaylin, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"And in Lady Kaylin Delacourt's rooms, no less," he said, "That's treason, my Lady."
Cold flooded her. She had been four year's old when the Emperor had conquered her kingdom, publicly raping and murdering her mother in front of her father before executing him. They were an example for anyone else who decided to fight him, and many other lands had surrendered to the Emperor rather than suffer the same fate. The Empire had grown, and with it the slave industry. Rather than putting prisoners to death, they were often enslaved. It was this fate that now befell Kaylin, and she looked at her lover, anger merging with fear as he met her gaze with attempted indifference. There was something else lurking behind his eyes, and Kaylin realised it was an apology. He had used her, but apparently, it hadn't all been a lie; he still cared for her.
The Whisperer noticed and winced in mock sympathy. "Oh, no, you didn't know? He's been contorting with rebels, too. I wonder what else he didn't tell you."
Kaylin said nothing, eyes closing to avoid looking at him. His anger was barely contained, swirling beneath the surface. The Whisperer only showed the emotions he wanted, but his younger brother had just been murdered, and Kaylin was partially to blame. She had unwittingly given Bryant access to court, and he had used it to help the rebels. While she held no love for the Emperor's court, having been forced to participate from the age of 18, Kaylin had kept her head down, not wishing to gain the Imperial family's attention.
That had failed two years ago when she had met the gaze of a handsome stranger across a room. Kaylin had looked on in horror as someone approached him, calling him "Your Highness". Only as he turned did she see the scar on his neck. Ducking out of sight, she had fled, but it was too late; she had caught The Warrior's attention.
The eldest son of the Emperor, he was the leader of his father's armies. He conquered lands, massacring and pillaging as he went. He was known for his cruelty, especially towards women, his appetite insatiable, and many stories were told of the spectacles he put on in public. Kaylin had been saved by a rebel uprising, the Warrior left that night and had not returned to the Capital since. Rumours reached the court that he had taken a penchant for a certain type of woman; women who matched her appearance. Duty-bound, the Warrior would not leave his post, but every so often, Kaylin swore she was being followed. He was keeping tabs on her.
A squeeze of the Whisperer's fingers made her reopen her eyes. "My brother is dead," he snarled, spittle hitting her face, "I should turn you over to Arawn and let him play with you..." He paused to enjoy her look of horror as he named the fourth brother, the Emperor's torturer known simply as The Torturer. Just like his other brothers, he had a reputation that preceded him and
"But..." He drew out the word. "It seems that my brother has a prior claim on you. He'll be here shortly."
He released her chin, leaving finger marks behind, the gleam in his eyes showing that he was going to enjoy this very much. Shocked to her core, she stared at him as he gave the order for her to be shackled and gagged before turning his attention to Bryant. Her lover had heard everything and was putting up some fight at the thought of her falling into the Warrior's hands, something he had tried to prevent.
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OOC details:
I'm looking for a writing partner who can help expand the fantasy world described in this introduction. The Warrior is the character I am looking for someone to play. As described, he is the eldest son of the Emperor, and like his father, he is a conqueror. He has a history of pillaging, rape and violence. This is very much a non-con plot, with it eventually turning into dub-con. It would be great to have a partner who would also like to play the other brothers at some point, but it isn't a requirement. The Warrior spends a lot of time on the road with soldiers, dealing with uprisings, or conquering new lands. I am looking for MC to be used in these circumstances, shared with others, and used in public. Someone who can come up with creative scenarios would be great.
Fantasy Idea #2 (NSFW image):
The Queen, Amberlyn Delafonte (MC), is approached by a hooded stranger. She is told that a group of children and their teacher have gone missing while on a trip, and her husband's enemy (YC) is responsible. Their fate depends on her; if she submits to him, they will be released without harm. When she calls him a liar, he tells her that a rider is just arriving with the news. The stranger leaves her, telling her further instructions will follow.
She receives them the next day. The royal couple have a scheduled visit away from the palace, staying overnight before travelling back. A letter tells her to leave during the night and meet YC at a designated location -alone. Once there, she is to kneel at his feet.
OOC:
YC can be a rival lord, general, leader of a rebel group, King of another nation or anything else you can think of. The King and Queen married for love, and it's believed that her betrayal will break him.
The missing kids can be substituted for another threat, anything that will make her hand herself in and submit to anything. This is a non-con plot resulting in her being enslaved by YC.
Let me know if you are interested! I'm happy to discuss minor changes.
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