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RebeccaRed
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- Jan 26, 2018
Well, here we are, alone at last. You can call me Rebecca, Becca, Red, or really whatever you like. Here’s my little repository of roleplay desires, and I hope you spot something that pleases you.
Let's get this part over with first: as you can likely tell from the thread title, I'm a submissive, with a special love (or a deep, aching hunger) for degradation. Don't worry about going too far in our roleplay, or the language you use with me, or any of that. I am not a wilting flower. Whatever your flavor of darkness is, I can probably take it. My only limits are futa (no disrespect, it's just not my kink), vore (ditto), and massively excessive violence (such as amputations, things that would kill my character or leave her permanently maimed, etc.).
My big faves include misogyny/sexism, public humiliation, gangbangs, forced slutwear/costumes/lingerie, forced lesbianism, objectification, collars and leashes, bondage (especially pillories and cages), bestiality, watersports, face- and breast-slapping, being spat on, mind-breaking (yum), and being marked by my owner (be it body writing, piercings, tattoos or the like). Bimbofication is another plus, but I'm not big on mind control; I prefer plots where an intelligent woman is forced to behave like a brainless bimbo, making it all the more humiliating when she's treated as such by the people around her (or worse, maybe even finds herself getting aroused by the act?) Another thing I enjoy is body modification, being altered to my dominant's liking, from changing her wardrobe, hair style and color to full-on cosmetic surgery or magical alteration.
The above is not the full extent of my kinks, nor is it a shopping list of things I demand be in every single roleplay, far from it. It’s just a sampling to give you an idea of what my psyche is like. Yes, it’s messed up in there. Thank you for noticing.
I’m looking for partners to play with via private messages, exclusively. I average toward multiple two-to-three paragraph posts per night when I’m online, which is most evenings. So you’ll hear from me a lot.
What follows is my current list of plot ideas. I’ve tried to leave lots of room in each for modifications and including your own ideas, as well as giving lots of leeway to what kind of character you would play, so don’t hesitate to make suggestions if you might be interested. We can tinker with the ideas and change them around until we’re utterly satisfied. Then I can focus on satisfying you…
Also, if my profile sounds like I’d be a good pick for one of your own ideas, feel free to pitch it to me. One thing I don’t generally do is fandom-based plots, just because I’m either not familiar with the source material or don’t know it well enough to play an existing character confidently. (Of course, I have had a long-unfulfilled desire to play a submissive anthropomorphic Princess Celestia, so y’know, exceptions can be made if you’re weird like me.)
Red’s Plot Repository (updated 2/23)
Taming the Office Bitch
In which Red proposes a modern-day seduction that starts consensually and could go downhill fast from there. Sort of like life in general.
She’s your boss, and she’s the absolute worst.
No, really, she’s ten pounds of arrogance, entitlement, and callous cruelty in a five-pound tailored Prada sack. I’d say you never want to get on her bad side, but her good side has never actually been witnessed in the wild. Unfortunately, she’s also damn good at her job, which means she’s not going anywhere and neither are you (unless she fires you).
Then, there’s a slip-up. A laptop left unlocked, a glimpse at her hidden secrets. You’ve just witnessed her taste in porn and it is…not what you expected. Women in dog collars, crawling on leashes. French maids serving their masters. Secretaries in full bimbo attire kneeling under desks, suckling their bosses’ cocks. Women being bimbofied, humiliated and dominated by men in corporate offices take up a disproportionate amount of her jilling-off material.
Blackmail is dangerous. She could just claim the photos were planted, she’d be fine and you’d be fired, if not arrested for the attempt. But. But. Now you know what stokes her fires. And a careful corruption could lead to you getting everything you’ve wanted, including revenge. Maybe take it slow, with anonymous emails to let her know someone in the office knows her secret. Little gifts, like humiliating lingerie, or a remote-controlled vibrator, to see if she’ll be bold enough to wear it. And once you start pushing her down that dark path, the pushes get easier and easier, until she’s all but eating out of your hand.
Then she’ll make a mistake. Like getting teased and turned on to the point that she sends her mystery man a nude photograph of her, collared and on her knees. And once you’ve got that, her punishment and training can really begin. And you'll decide her ultimate fate.
The Princess Surrenders
In which Red proposes a fantasy ordeal, ranging from dubiously consenting to non-con, with optional politics. Red is really aching for this one.
The last war between elves and humankind ended in disaster, with the matriarchal elves victorious, the human royal family forced into prison or exile, and their people forced to surrender. In the years since, the elven queen has ruled with an iron fist from her cruel throne, ruthlessly punishing any hint of resistance to her reign.
Her daughter, however, is a different story.
Raised — spoiled, really — in the lap of absolute luxury, the princess is a creature of unfulfilled hungers. She has desires, dark desires, dreaming of collars and whips and men’s rough hands upon her naked body. She wants to be ruled, commanded, objectified. To be treated as a whore. Or as a slave. Naturally, she’s spent her entire life concealing these heretical hungers. But a repressed desire only grows stronger, and it’s harder and harder to resist finding an outlet for them. Just a tiny outlet, a taste of degradation and conquest. Of course, that’s how lust can blind a poor maiden: because once that door is opened, there’s no closing it again, and she may just find herself in over her head.
For instance, there’s her growing fascination with the human rebellion, causing her to haunt the refugee slums and come entirely too close to discovery as she hears lurid tales of the dark fates planned for her mother – and for her. She asks too many questions, too leading, her interests too obvious; the result is a letter upon her window-sill, giving her a meeting-place, and advising her that should she wish it, the rebels would be happy to accept her unconditional surrender.
Just as they knew, she can’t help herself. She surrenders, and accepts the terms before her: that she is now the property of the human rebellion, to be used as they see fit. A slave, just as all elves are meant to be humanity’s slaves. And her punishment begins now. The rebels have a lot of frustration to work out on the princess's body, and her dedication to the cause of male human supremacy must be tested. If they command her to drink a tankard of human piss, she’ll obey. If they tell her to get down on all fours for a barnyard animal, she’ll do that too. She's not leaving until she's been utterly broken and conditioned for absolute obedience, to the point where she'll sneak out of the castle and serve as a tavern-slut or a brothel whore every night, kneeling before her natural superiors in the refugee quarter.
The show is good for the men's morale. And what could be better for morale than seeing the hated queen’s daughter serving in a skimpy thong and a harem veil, showing off the fresh tattoo on her ass: the crest of the human royal family, marking her as their property? Even when they send her back to the castle, to be used as their inside agent and a slave of the rebellion, she’ll never be able to escape what she has become.
(We could extend this plot all the way to toppling the elven matriarchy. After all, countless peasants would cheer to see the queen and her daughter paraded through the streets in chains or locked in side-by-side pillories. Or, for that matter, with their heads between each other’s thighs as they writhe and lick each other’s slits, performing a sex show on command for the approval of a screaming crowd. There are many fitting ends for the elven regime, none of them pleasant for the women wearing the crowns.)
The Teacher’s Bully
In which Red proposes…really, Red? A dub-con modern-day schoolteacher/student prompt? Really? Okay, FINE. If you insist.
Her: a pretty, young teacher, newly transferred to an unfamiliar school. Him: trouble. A bully with a finely-tuned victim sense, who already rules the student body (and several female students’ bodies) with force of will and creative cruelty. He can smell weakness. And she’s doused in it, like she was born to be ruled by an alpha like him. He’s made slaves out of girls before – one can be found in the fourth-floor boys’ bathroom most days after school, whoring herself out to earn him spending cash – but this is a new kind of challenge. A new kind of conquest. He sets out to break her down, destroy her resistance, and model her into his new plaything.
There are advantages to owning your own pet teacher. An automatic A, obviously. Plus, she’s old enough to buy beer for him. There’s also the undeniable cachet of popularity that comes with the role; the look on his friends’ faces when they show up to the house party and find out their teacher is their maid for the evening (and their stripper, for the main event) will be epic. And he can always make her put on a bikini and wash his car, praying nobody from the school drives by and recognizes her. Or hook her up with one of his “girlfriends” and film some amateur porn.
It’s a dangerous game, but only for her. He wins no matter what happens, and if he gets bored and exposes her, it’s only her life and career that gets destroyed. So she’d better work very, very hard to keep him happy unless she wants to spend the rest of her life as a street-corner whore.
Of course, he might make her do that anyway, if she can’t make it as a porn star. She wasted years of prime earnings potential getting a useless college degree, and now it’s up to him to reeducate her and teach her what her perky tits and cute ass are for. Him, his pleasure, and his profit.
A Witch in Hell
In which Red proposes a potentially rather brutal and/or sinister modern world/fantasy romp, fueled by extremely bad decisions, like the most memorable nights in life tend to be.
She’s always been fascinated by the macabre. Her music: goth and dark symphonic metal. Her books: horror. Her movies: same, the scarier and nastier the better. (Well, that and Nightmare Before Christmas. Doesn’t everyone love that movie?) She’s moody, living with her parents, probably not talking to her mom (who just doesn’t get it, god.) More than a passing interest in the occult, though not much serious belief – it’s more about the spooky books and symbolism, an aesthetic affectation.
A new addition to her collection is a vintage reprint, a warning from a medieval monk about the horrors of hell. The art is more lurid than the purple words, showing women condemned to torture and slavery in the pit. Women being bound, whipped, tormented, subjected to brutal rape by packs of slavering imps and shaggy, massive-cocked goat-demons. The fate, the monk warned, of loose and sinful women.
Since then she’s been consumed with the book, thinking about it constantly, daydreaming about falling into the hands of misogynist demons and condemned to eternal medieval punishment. Part of it is…well, turning her on. Maybe there’s a witchcraft experiment that goes wrong, or maybe her thoughts alone are enough to draw the attention of hell (or maybe that’s how the book found its way to her in the first place), but she has the interest of a demon now. And he wants her soul.
There are so many ways this prompt can go. Does he start to influence her everyday life, pushing her down a path of darkness and corruption? Visit her in her dreams? Take her on a tour of the infernal wasteland and show her what her future could hold? One way or another, her damnation is imminent.
The Fall of Princess Celestia
In which Red proposes…wait. Wait, where are you going? Come back! Hey! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! Hello? Hello?
Let's get this part over with first: as you can likely tell from the thread title, I'm a submissive, with a special love (or a deep, aching hunger) for degradation. Don't worry about going too far in our roleplay, or the language you use with me, or any of that. I am not a wilting flower. Whatever your flavor of darkness is, I can probably take it. My only limits are futa (no disrespect, it's just not my kink), vore (ditto), and massively excessive violence (such as amputations, things that would kill my character or leave her permanently maimed, etc.).
My big faves include misogyny/sexism, public humiliation, gangbangs, forced slutwear/costumes/lingerie, forced lesbianism, objectification, collars and leashes, bondage (especially pillories and cages), bestiality, watersports, face- and breast-slapping, being spat on, mind-breaking (yum), and being marked by my owner (be it body writing, piercings, tattoos or the like). Bimbofication is another plus, but I'm not big on mind control; I prefer plots where an intelligent woman is forced to behave like a brainless bimbo, making it all the more humiliating when she's treated as such by the people around her (or worse, maybe even finds herself getting aroused by the act?) Another thing I enjoy is body modification, being altered to my dominant's liking, from changing her wardrobe, hair style and color to full-on cosmetic surgery or magical alteration.
The above is not the full extent of my kinks, nor is it a shopping list of things I demand be in every single roleplay, far from it. It’s just a sampling to give you an idea of what my psyche is like. Yes, it’s messed up in there. Thank you for noticing.
I’m looking for partners to play with via private messages, exclusively. I average toward multiple two-to-three paragraph posts per night when I’m online, which is most evenings. So you’ll hear from me a lot.
What follows is my current list of plot ideas. I’ve tried to leave lots of room in each for modifications and including your own ideas, as well as giving lots of leeway to what kind of character you would play, so don’t hesitate to make suggestions if you might be interested. We can tinker with the ideas and change them around until we’re utterly satisfied. Then I can focus on satisfying you…
Also, if my profile sounds like I’d be a good pick for one of your own ideas, feel free to pitch it to me. One thing I don’t generally do is fandom-based plots, just because I’m either not familiar with the source material or don’t know it well enough to play an existing character confidently. (Of course, I have had a long-unfulfilled desire to play a submissive anthropomorphic Princess Celestia, so y’know, exceptions can be made if you’re weird like me.)
Red’s Plot Repository (updated 2/23)
Taming the Office Bitch
In which Red proposes a modern-day seduction that starts consensually and could go downhill fast from there. Sort of like life in general.
She’s your boss, and she’s the absolute worst.
No, really, she’s ten pounds of arrogance, entitlement, and callous cruelty in a five-pound tailored Prada sack. I’d say you never want to get on her bad side, but her good side has never actually been witnessed in the wild. Unfortunately, she’s also damn good at her job, which means she’s not going anywhere and neither are you (unless she fires you).
Then, there’s a slip-up. A laptop left unlocked, a glimpse at her hidden secrets. You’ve just witnessed her taste in porn and it is…not what you expected. Women in dog collars, crawling on leashes. French maids serving their masters. Secretaries in full bimbo attire kneeling under desks, suckling their bosses’ cocks. Women being bimbofied, humiliated and dominated by men in corporate offices take up a disproportionate amount of her jilling-off material.
Blackmail is dangerous. She could just claim the photos were planted, she’d be fine and you’d be fired, if not arrested for the attempt. But. But. Now you know what stokes her fires. And a careful corruption could lead to you getting everything you’ve wanted, including revenge. Maybe take it slow, with anonymous emails to let her know someone in the office knows her secret. Little gifts, like humiliating lingerie, or a remote-controlled vibrator, to see if she’ll be bold enough to wear it. And once you start pushing her down that dark path, the pushes get easier and easier, until she’s all but eating out of your hand.
Then she’ll make a mistake. Like getting teased and turned on to the point that she sends her mystery man a nude photograph of her, collared and on her knees. And once you’ve got that, her punishment and training can really begin. And you'll decide her ultimate fate.
The Princess Surrenders
In which Red proposes a fantasy ordeal, ranging from dubiously consenting to non-con, with optional politics. Red is really aching for this one.
The last war between elves and humankind ended in disaster, with the matriarchal elves victorious, the human royal family forced into prison or exile, and their people forced to surrender. In the years since, the elven queen has ruled with an iron fist from her cruel throne, ruthlessly punishing any hint of resistance to her reign.
Her daughter, however, is a different story.
Raised — spoiled, really — in the lap of absolute luxury, the princess is a creature of unfulfilled hungers. She has desires, dark desires, dreaming of collars and whips and men’s rough hands upon her naked body. She wants to be ruled, commanded, objectified. To be treated as a whore. Or as a slave. Naturally, she’s spent her entire life concealing these heretical hungers. But a repressed desire only grows stronger, and it’s harder and harder to resist finding an outlet for them. Just a tiny outlet, a taste of degradation and conquest. Of course, that’s how lust can blind a poor maiden: because once that door is opened, there’s no closing it again, and she may just find herself in over her head.
For instance, there’s her growing fascination with the human rebellion, causing her to haunt the refugee slums and come entirely too close to discovery as she hears lurid tales of the dark fates planned for her mother – and for her. She asks too many questions, too leading, her interests too obvious; the result is a letter upon her window-sill, giving her a meeting-place, and advising her that should she wish it, the rebels would be happy to accept her unconditional surrender.
Just as they knew, she can’t help herself. She surrenders, and accepts the terms before her: that she is now the property of the human rebellion, to be used as they see fit. A slave, just as all elves are meant to be humanity’s slaves. And her punishment begins now. The rebels have a lot of frustration to work out on the princess's body, and her dedication to the cause of male human supremacy must be tested. If they command her to drink a tankard of human piss, she’ll obey. If they tell her to get down on all fours for a barnyard animal, she’ll do that too. She's not leaving until she's been utterly broken and conditioned for absolute obedience, to the point where she'll sneak out of the castle and serve as a tavern-slut or a brothel whore every night, kneeling before her natural superiors in the refugee quarter.
The show is good for the men's morale. And what could be better for morale than seeing the hated queen’s daughter serving in a skimpy thong and a harem veil, showing off the fresh tattoo on her ass: the crest of the human royal family, marking her as their property? Even when they send her back to the castle, to be used as their inside agent and a slave of the rebellion, she’ll never be able to escape what she has become.
(We could extend this plot all the way to toppling the elven matriarchy. After all, countless peasants would cheer to see the queen and her daughter paraded through the streets in chains or locked in side-by-side pillories. Or, for that matter, with their heads between each other’s thighs as they writhe and lick each other’s slits, performing a sex show on command for the approval of a screaming crowd. There are many fitting ends for the elven regime, none of them pleasant for the women wearing the crowns.)
The Teacher’s Bully
In which Red proposes…really, Red? A dub-con modern-day schoolteacher/student prompt? Really? Okay, FINE. If you insist.
Her: a pretty, young teacher, newly transferred to an unfamiliar school. Him: trouble. A bully with a finely-tuned victim sense, who already rules the student body (and several female students’ bodies) with force of will and creative cruelty. He can smell weakness. And she’s doused in it, like she was born to be ruled by an alpha like him. He’s made slaves out of girls before – one can be found in the fourth-floor boys’ bathroom most days after school, whoring herself out to earn him spending cash – but this is a new kind of challenge. A new kind of conquest. He sets out to break her down, destroy her resistance, and model her into his new plaything.
There are advantages to owning your own pet teacher. An automatic A, obviously. Plus, she’s old enough to buy beer for him. There’s also the undeniable cachet of popularity that comes with the role; the look on his friends’ faces when they show up to the house party and find out their teacher is their maid for the evening (and their stripper, for the main event) will be epic. And he can always make her put on a bikini and wash his car, praying nobody from the school drives by and recognizes her. Or hook her up with one of his “girlfriends” and film some amateur porn.
It’s a dangerous game, but only for her. He wins no matter what happens, and if he gets bored and exposes her, it’s only her life and career that gets destroyed. So she’d better work very, very hard to keep him happy unless she wants to spend the rest of her life as a street-corner whore.
Of course, he might make her do that anyway, if she can’t make it as a porn star. She wasted years of prime earnings potential getting a useless college degree, and now it’s up to him to reeducate her and teach her what her perky tits and cute ass are for. Him, his pleasure, and his profit.
A Witch in Hell
In which Red proposes a potentially rather brutal and/or sinister modern world/fantasy romp, fueled by extremely bad decisions, like the most memorable nights in life tend to be.
She’s always been fascinated by the macabre. Her music: goth and dark symphonic metal. Her books: horror. Her movies: same, the scarier and nastier the better. (Well, that and Nightmare Before Christmas. Doesn’t everyone love that movie?) She’s moody, living with her parents, probably not talking to her mom (who just doesn’t get it, god.) More than a passing interest in the occult, though not much serious belief – it’s more about the spooky books and symbolism, an aesthetic affectation.
A new addition to her collection is a vintage reprint, a warning from a medieval monk about the horrors of hell. The art is more lurid than the purple words, showing women condemned to torture and slavery in the pit. Women being bound, whipped, tormented, subjected to brutal rape by packs of slavering imps and shaggy, massive-cocked goat-demons. The fate, the monk warned, of loose and sinful women.
Since then she’s been consumed with the book, thinking about it constantly, daydreaming about falling into the hands of misogynist demons and condemned to eternal medieval punishment. Part of it is…well, turning her on. Maybe there’s a witchcraft experiment that goes wrong, or maybe her thoughts alone are enough to draw the attention of hell (or maybe that’s how the book found its way to her in the first place), but she has the interest of a demon now. And he wants her soul.
There are so many ways this prompt can go. Does he start to influence her everyday life, pushing her down a path of darkness and corruption? Visit her in her dreams? Take her on a tour of the infernal wasteland and show her what her future could hold? One way or another, her damnation is imminent.
The Fall of Princess Celestia
In which Red proposes…wait. Wait, where are you going? Come back! Hey! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it! Hello? Hello?
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