u/ADppDomme

The car that leads the three car entourage is, by explicit design, as nondescript and inoccuous as a car can be. It, along with the third and final car in the convoy, is a simple black sports car. The kind made by half a dozen different manufacturers and impossible to pick out of a lineup. The windows are tinted dark, blocking the view of the security personnel that ride inside. But though the windows block the view of those outside, the guards that ride in the car have an unimpeded view out. Their well trained eyes scan the surroundings as they pass, taking in every detail as they watch for potential threats to their clients.

The clients in question ride in a suv that rolls alone in between its two escorts. They knew how much their security personnel hated this sort of thing, prowling the seedier parts of town with the express intent of picking up strangers. A security nightmare, was how they had described it. But the clients themselves knew that their security was the best in the business, and so were unconcerned.

So unconcerned that they made no attempt at all to blend in. The escort cars may have not drawn attention, but the SUV they ride in makes no attempt to do the same. It is a large vehicle. Larger, in fact, that most any car on the road. It towers above pedestrians and other car, looking entirely too large to be allowed. As if one had simply scaled up an existing suv. But it somehow manages to carry its enormous bulk with dignity and grace. It looks brand new, as if it had just rolled off the assembly line. It's inky black paint and dark tinted windows perfect and unmarred.

It rolls to a stop alongside the curb in front of you, looking like a monolith in the light of the streetlight that illuminates the corner. A hush seems to fall on the area, as if the the suv was a predator in the woods, startling the wildlife into momentary silence. The window rolls down, but the feeble light of the streetlight does little to peirce the darkness of the SUVs interior. All the can be seen of the occupant is a single arm that lays along the window. Diamonds glittering on perfectly manicured fingers.

"Good evening," comes the voice from darkness. A classy, elegant voice with just a hint of amusement. "How much?"

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Hello everyone! Tonight I am looking to write a story that starts in a fairly specific way. Simply put, it would see my extremely wealthy characters searching for a common street hooker for some fun. They would see your character or characters minding their own business in a less than reputable part of town, and would pretend to mistake them for a prostitute. And regardless of what your characters may say, they are soon faced with an offer that changes their mind.

Kinkwise, I'm open to nearly anything. Some favorites include, but are not limited to: non-con, humiliation, forced orgasms, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat and underage characters, so outside that the sky is the limit.

In terms of my writing style, I prefer longer and more detailed messages to shorter ones. On occasion I will be available for a more rapid back and forth, but the majority of my writing with be a few messages a day, at most, but with a wealth of material to bounce off of. If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. I look forward to hearing from you all soon!

If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. Tell me about what your thoughts are on what I've laid out, and any other ideas you might have. As always, those willing to play two or more characters get top priority.

Buried deep within the archives of the world's top law enforcement agencies, there are files that speculate on a number of large scale criminal enterprises. Large syndicates that fly largely under the radar by dint of moles and double agents feeding misinformation to those who would investigate them. For the most part, these are seen as plausible, though highly unlikely, conspiracy theories.

The FBI has a file that claims that nearly 90% of the drugs that flow into America do so under the control of one overarching organization. That the gangs and the cartels are largely smoke screens and decoys, meant to prying eyes from the real players, lurking behind the curtains.

Interpol has a similar file speculating on human trafficking. They speculate that there is one overarching organization that is solely responsible for nearly all documented human trafficking and it's related activities. All the kidnapping, the transportation, and the illegal prostitution that goes alone with it, all coordinated and organized by one shadowy group.

There is speculation that a single gang has cornered the black market that dominates the seediest corners of the dark web. That any time someone buys an illegal weapon or hires a hit man, they are buying from the same people, pouring wealth into the coffers of an organization so well connected that anything can be bought, for a price.

But all of these files have a stigma about them. Their authors tend to find themselves embroiled in scandal or demoted into irrelevance. The speculation itself, even musing on the existence of these gangs, is treated with scorn and derision, and any effort to look closer quickly loses steam.

That is because this wild speculation is, in fact, completely true. If anything, they are under selling the severity of things. Not even the most paranoid rantings of the jumpiest analyst could come close to the truth. That all of these shadowy organizations are, in fact, one in the same. One organization, my organization, is responsible for all of that and more. A majority of the crime that happens world wide happens at my behest. It started off small, but over the last several decades I have grown my empire into something that spans the globe, all while hiding in the shadows, hidden by an elaborate system of brides and blackmail. It has truly made me one of the wealthiest and most influential people in the world, even if you haven't heard my name.

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Good evening all. I hope you all enjoyed the introduction. This is an idea I've had kicking around for quite some time now, and I'm just getting it down into words. Essentially, my character would be the head of a world spanning crime syndicate, one that is orders of magnitude more vast and connected than anything that could really exist.

As for your character, that is up to you. Perhaps you are an employee of mine, desperate to work up the ladder and be my right hand. Perhaps you are someone my human trafficking division has picked up who managed to catch my eye. Perhaps you're just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, who saw something they shouldn't have. Or something completely different. The more imaginative the ideas, the more interested I'll be.

In terms of kinks, mine are many and varied. They include, but are not limited to: non-con, harems, humiliation, forced orgasms, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat and underage characters, so outside that the sky is the limit.

So if any of this catches your eye, drop me a line. Tell me what you're thinking for a character, and any kinks and limits you have. As I said, the more interesting and unique the character, the more I'll take notice. And anyone willing to play multiple characters or a gm role gets my immediate interest.

This place was, I had to admit, about as far my usual haunts as it was possible to be. Though I often fancied myself someone that deserved to eat at a place like this, someone who should have the finer things in life laid out at her feet, my personal finances often made that impossible. Not that I was struggling or anything, but I made no where near the kind of money that would make places like this a viable option. Instead, I usually found myself at dive bars and cheap, local restaurants. Food served by someone who had been cooking it for decades and drinks poured by someone who didn't hide the fact that they disliked their customers. Usually, that didn't bother me. In fact, I found it fit my personality and my style well.

But tonight it bothered me. As I walk through the restaurant, following a man in a suit who had been far more polite than I was used to. I found the opulent luxury around me satisfied a deep seated hunger I didn't even know I had, slaked a thirst I had long since relagated to the back of my mind. It would be difficult to go back to my usual haunts, I knew. But that was a problem for later.

Now, as I walk, I placate myself with the judgemental looks of the other patrons. They knew I didn't belong here, they could tell just by looking at me that we were from different social classes entirely. Some my be put off by the looks, would wilt under the scrutiny of those they thought their betters. But I thrived. I fed on their judgement and disdain, a self satisfied smirk playing over my lips.

But then I see you, and thoughts of anyone else simply fade away.

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Hello everyone! Tonight I am looking to try out a bit of a twist on a few of my more popular prompts. I love a story with a wide wealth disparity between the characters. A character from a lower or middle class being introduced to the kind of lifestyle that only the rich and the elite can afford to live. Given that I play dominant characters, this usually leaves me on the wealthy side the relationship. But tonight I am looking to flip that script.

I am thinking my character would be someone rebellious and brash, perhaps a bit punkish. I am open to the exact details, but I'm picturing someone dominant and ambitious, but ultimately not wealthy in the slightest. As for your character, I'm thinking someone wealthy and probably quite powerful in her real life, but with a submissive streak she is desperate to indulge.

The degree and nature of the relationship is, of course, up for discussion. It could be something where my character is simply using yours to further her goals, something darker in tone. Or maybe it is something more lighthearted and whimsical. Or something in between.

Kinkwise, I'm open to nearly anything. Some favorites include, but are certainly not limited to: non-con/dub-con, humiliation, harems, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, forced orgasms, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat, underage characters, diapers, lactation, bimbofication, and playing submissive characters so outside that the sky is the limit.

If you're interested, I would love to chat with you and see what we can write together! Anyone with interesting ideas or a willingness to play multiple characters jump to the front of the line.

Today, I would like to write the story of an unlikely pairing. I've written prompts like this numerous times in the past, and those prompts (along with all my others) are still open for consideration, but today I have something a little more specific in mind.

You would play a girl from an extremely religious girl from an extremely devout family. The kind of girl that dresses (and lives) conservatively. Clothes that are not revealing, a hairstyle that is traditional and plain. You wouldn't drink, wouldn't curse, and would be looking forward to a settling down with a nice, stable man to start a family. You get the picture. But, you have a secret. And I would be that secret.

I would be the opposite of you in pretty much every way. I would be the epitome of the punk style. Hair that is dyed a bright color and cut in a bizzare way. Clothes that are intentionally ripped and revealing, revealing tattoos and piercings. I would smoke, drink, and do drugs, and every other word out of my mouth would be "fuck". That kind of girl thay would horrify your parents for you to even be seen with, let alone be involved with.

But involved we would be. I'm imagining a domme/sub relationship, but with a loving edge to it. We could play it as non con, if you're really feeling that tonight, but I'm thinking something begrudgingly consensual would make a better story. You would obviously fight against your feelings, denying it to yourself, but would always come back for more. I would also be very open to playing multiple characters if we wanted to explore a group dynamic, and anyone willing to do the same would jump to the top of the list.

Kink wise, I'm open to pretty much anything. Some highlights include non-con, humiliation, forced orgasms, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, orgasm control and denial, and so much more. My only limits are scat and underage characters, so outside that the sky is the limit.

If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. Let's discuss characters and kinks and stories. I look forward to hear from you soon.

Hey there everyone! Tonight, I'd like to combine a couple of my favorite prompts into a scenario I'm really excited about. You would play someone that would fall under the heading of a tom boy. A female with a slender body and few curves, probably boyish or androgenous features. They would dress more boyishly as well, prefering shorts and jeans to skirts and dresses. Someone who prefers out with the guys to more feminine pursuits. You get the idea. Preferably, for reasons that will become clear, your character would be quite poor. As in 'one missed shift from homeless' sort of poor. Anyone who would be willing to play a pair or trio of such girls would get highest priority.

I'll play someone who falls into the 'ultra-wealthy' catatgory. By that, I mean the one percent of the one percent. One of the wealthiest people on the planet. Someone with private jets, houses in a dozen countries, and the money and means to do buy whatever, and whoever, they want.

The main theme I would like to explore here is financial domination, though I'm open to what exactly that looks like. Maybe we're in a stable and loving relationship, but one with a huge wealth inequality. I domme you financially (and in the bedroom) but other than that we are equals. Or maybe you are someone who had turned to prostitution to pay the bills, and you hit the jackpot. Or, if you want something darker, you could be a captive, held against your will by my character. It all depends on your kinks and limits. I would also be open to swapping roles, with you being the billionaire and my being a streetwise punk, though I will only play dominate characters.

Speaking of kinks, mine are many and varied. They include, but are not limited to: non-con, humiliation, forced orgasms, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat and underage characters, so outside that the sky is the limit.

If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. Tell me about what your thoughts are on what I've laid out, and any other ideas you might have. Keep in mind that I often get pretty swamped. So while I try to respond to everyone, some times I miss some.

In terms of my writing style, I prefer longer and more detailed messages to shorter ones. On occasion I will be available for a more rapid back and forth, but the majority of my writing with be a few messages a day, at most, but with a wealth of material to bounce off of. If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. I look forward to hearing from you all soon!

To say the Mercers were wealthy was something of an understatement. Claire Mercer, the older of the pair, was the heiress to one of the world's largest fortunes. Over the several generations, her family has bounded from one industry to the next, leaving their mark and growing their fortune. Her brother, Anthony, is the one that actually runs the business now, leaving Claire the time (and money) to follow whatever passion her heart desires.

Her wife, Sarah, came from a background practically impoverished by comparison. The daughter of a doctor and an engineer, she had attended the very best schools and had the very best of everything. She had wanted for nothing growing up, but she could never had imagined the kind of wealth she would one day marry into.

How the pair had met was a story that was kept closely to the vest. But their life afterwards had been that that most people would never even know existed. They travel the world in their own private jet, visiting of their many homes or apartments. They enjoy the finest meals, prepared by world renowned chefs, and brush shoulders with the rich and famous of the world. They live the kind of lifestyle that anyone would kill for.

Claire is 34, and both taller and thinner than average. Though rather than look gangly or thin, her perfect hourglass figure gives her a look most describe as 'stately'. She has a face that is classically beautiful, will high cheekbones and full lips. Her hair is a blonde so light it borders on white, and her eyes are a bright, piecing blue.

Her wife was less of a greek goddess sort of beauty and more of a girl next door. She has a rounder face and softer features, and was both shorter and thicker than Claire. She is by no means fat or chubby, but few can match the stately figure of the Mercer heir. She likes to change her style around, but currently her hair is it's natural color, a deep burnished copper.

Together, they enjoy the finest meals, prepared by world renowned chefs, and brush shoulders with the rich and famous of the world. They live the kind of lifestyle that anyone would kill for. The question is, what else would they do for it?

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Hey there everyone. Tonight, I have something new in mind. In short, I'd love to play of billionaire lesbians looking to spice things up by bringing someone young and fresh along with them.

Kinkwise, I'm open to nearly anything. Some favorites include, but are not limited to: non-con, humiliation, forced orgasms, body modification (such as tattoos and piercings), toys of any and all kinds, body writing, bondage, forced lesbianism, predicament bondage, orgasm control and denial, panties, fancy dresses, twins and so much more. That is of course a far from complete list, and I'm open to pretty much anything. My only limits is are scat and underage characters, so outside that the sky is the limit.

In terms of my writing style, I prefer longer and more detailed messages to shorter ones. On occasion I will be available for a more rapid back and forth, but the majority of my writing with be a few messages a day, at most, but with a wealth of material to bounce off of. If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. I look forward to hearing from you all soon!

If you're interested, shoot me a pm and let's chat. Tell me about what your thoughts are on what I've laid out, and any other ideas you might have. As always, those willing to play two or more characters get top priority.