u/AcceptAndObey

I’m looking for a woman who enjoys strict, imaginative Femdom roleplay with an emphasis on discipline, hierarchy, chastity, humiliation, and long-term conditioning. This is a story-heavy academy/governess scenario with a Victorian discipline flavor, where you would play the authority figure responsible for training, correcting, and shaping me over time. I’m especially interested in someone who enjoys rules, rituals, consequences, emotional control, and the slow development of a strict power dynamic.

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It is the first day of college and I've finally settled into my dorm room. Picking a major wasn't easy and the school offered so many options, many of which required special interviews for admission. I was lucky to get in, but I had an advantage. It was the college where my parents met and they had been very active alumni, so my application was well received.

I had been assigned to a room in Blackwell Hall, the same dorm as my father, not knowing it came with its own structure and special sets of rules.

Just as I was finishing emptying my suitcase and putting away the last of my clothes, there was knock on the door. I opened it and standing there was an older woman who identified herself as Ms. Singer, the resident director of the house. She stepped into my room and circled slowly, inspecting every inch of it, running her fingertip over the desk and bookshelves checking for dust, and used a birch rod to move things in my closet from side to side without touching them.

"Acceptable," she said, giving me a small nod. "You must always keep things tidy, otherwise there will be consequences."

She tapped a spot on the floor with her rod and instructed me to present myself.

I didn't know what she meant and stepped to the spot and stood there, eyes lowered getting the distinct feeling that eye contact was not advised.

"You are new, so this will not count as an infraction. You will be given instructions once and you will be expected to remember them."

I nodded. She raised the tip of the rod just under my chin, raising my head. "When asked a question, you respond. Yes Ms. Singer or No Ms. Singer are the acceptable answers."

I was trembling and felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

"Yes Ms. Singer," I said just above a whisper.

"Why are you still dressed?," she asked impatiently.

I flushed with embarrassment and stammered, not sure what to say.

"Undress. Now." She commanded.

My hands fumbled with my clothing as I clumsily removed my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor beside me, which earned me another nod. Soon I was standing my boxers, feeling extremely exposed and embarrassed.

"Underwear too," she directed.

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I slipped out of my boxers and let them fall to the floor before picking them up and folding them, placing them with my other clothes.

The tip of her rod probed and poked my cock and balls, without comment.

She opened a small pouch attached to her waist and withdrew a shiny, metal contraption. She manipulated it deftly and I barely had time to respond before I felt a cold metal collar clicking shut behind my balls and the shaft of my cock. My shame grew even more intense as I felt my cock swelling at her touch. Not a full erection, but enough to be noticeable.

Her hand raised up a bit and slapped my cock hard. The stinging sensation made my erection subside quickly.

"There will be none of that during presentation time," she said, calmly and directly.

Next she slid a small metal cage over my shaft, connecting it to the ring behind my balls, trapping them and surrounding my cock completely.

"This is temporary, until you can be properly fitted for your permanent chastity device."

I swallowed hard and repeated her words back.

My outburst earned me a slap across the face. My cheek was burning and the stinging sensation spread slowly and then diminished.

"You will speak when spoken to," she said, correcting me.

"Now," she continued, "you will place your hands behind your head, fingers locked." I followed her instructions.

She reached into a second pouch and withdrew a handful of rice, carefully placing in on the floor in front of me.

"Kneel," she commanded.

I grimaced as I pressed my bare knees against the rice.

"Back straight, chest out," she ordered, "we practice perfect posture here."

I raised my head and straightened my back, my knees now burning with pain.

"You have been assigned a Governess, who will be joining you shortly. Until you are told otherwise, you are to remain in this position and wait in silence."

My face turned red as I noticed the faces of two female students, dressed in school uniforms, peeking and watching. Once they started to giggle, Ms. Singer shooed them away.

"The door will stay open. Being seen by your fellow female students is something you will have to get used to."

She looked at her watch. "Governess orientation is almost over. It shouldn't be long now."

Ms. Singer turned and walked away, heading out the door to my dorm room.

I heard her heels clicking down the hallway and the sounds of occasional giggle and whispers from outside my door.

After what seemed like an eternity, my new governess walked into the room.

I lowered my eyes and waited, having no idea what my new life would look like.

Thanks for reading this long set up! I hope you enjoyed it.

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You would be playing my Governess. The idea would be that You have graduated from the college and entered a graduate degree program, a mixture of Femdom studies and Victorian Culture. For the next four years, I will be Your charge and You will be responsible for my conditioning, discipline, and training me to follow in the steps of my father to become the perfect slave for one of the women at the college to select at graduation.

I am open to a huge variety of kinks, but this RP should include humiliation, female superiority, strict chastity and denial, bondage, masturbation humiliation, restriction, and punishment, cruelty, emotional control, emotional sadism, strict rules and discipline, corporal punishment, spanking, gags, and exposure and shaming.

Limits: blood, scat, animals, incest. Everything else is negotiable.

I would really love if we could incorporate some actual Victorian discipline techniques, maybe amped up and modified. Open to playing here or on discord.

I’m looking for a woman who enjoys strict, imaginative Femdom roleplay with an emphasis on discipline, hierarchy, chastity, humiliation, and long-term conditioning. This is a story-heavy academy/governess scenario with a Victorian discipline flavor, where you would play the authority figure responsible for training, correcting, and shaping me over time. I’m especially interested in someone who enjoys rules, rituals, consequences, emotional control, and the slow development of a strict power dynamic.

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It is the first day of college and I've finally settled into my dorm room. Picking a major wasn't easy and the school offered so many options, many of which required special interviews for admission. I was lucky to get in, but I had an advantage. It was the college where my parents met and they had been very active alumni, so my application was well received.

I had been assigned to a room in Blackwell Hall, the same dorm as my father, not knowing it came with its own structure and special sets of rules.

Just as I was finishing emptying my suitcase and putting away the last of my clothes, there was knock on the door. I opened it and standing there was an older woman who identified herself as Ms. Singer, the resident director of the house. She stepped into my room and circled slowly, inspecting every inch of it, running her fingertip over the desk and bookshelves checking for dust, and used a birch rod to move things in my closet from side to side without touching them.

"Acceptable," she said, giving me a small nod. "You must always keep things tidy, otherwise there will be consequences."

She tapped a spot on the floor with her rod and instructed me to present myself.

I didn't know what she meant and stepped to the spot and stood there, eyes lowered getting the distinct feeling that eye contact was not advised.

"You are new, so this will not count as an infraction. You will be given instructions once and you will be expected to remember them."

I nodded. She raised the tip of the rod just under my chin, raising my head. "When asked a question, you respond. Yes Ms. Singer or No Ms. Singer are the acceptable answers."

I was trembling and felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

"Yes Ms. Singer," I said just above a whisper.

"Why are you still dressed?," she asked impatiently.

I flushed with embarrassment and stammered, not sure what to say.

"Undress. Now." She commanded.

My hands fumbled with my clothing as I clumsily removed my clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor beside me, which earned me another nod. Soon I was standing my boxers, feeling extremely exposed and embarrassed.

"Underwear too," she directed.

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I slipped out of my boxers and let them fall to the floor before picking them up and folding them, placing them with my other clothes.

The tip of her rod probed and poked my cock and balls, without comment.

She opened a small pouch attached to her waist and withdrew a shiny, metal contraption. She manipulated it deftly and I barely had time to respond before I felt a cold metal collar clicking shut behind my balls and the shaft of my cock. My shame grew even more intense as I felt my cock swelling at her touch. Not a full erection, but enough to be noticeable.

Her hand raised up a bit and slapped my cock hard. The stinging sensation made my erection subside quickly.

"There will be none of that during presentation time," she said, calmly and directly.

Next she slid a small metal cage over my shaft, connecting it to the ring behind my balls, trapping them and surrounding my cock completely.

"This is temporary, until you can be properly fitted for your permanent chastity device."

I swallowed hard and repeated her words back.

My outburst earned me a slap across the face. My cheek was burning and the stinging sensation spread slowly and then diminished.

"You will speak when spoken to," she said, correcting me.

"Now," she continued, "you will place your hands behind your head, fingers locked." I followed her instructions.

She reached into a second pouch and withdrew a handful of rice, carefully placing in on the floor in front of me.

"Kneel," she commanded.

I grimaced as I pressed my bare knees against the rice.

"Back straight, chest out," she ordered, "we practice perfect posture here."

I raised my head and straightened my back, my knees now burning with pain.

"You have been assigned a Governess, who will be joining you shortly. Until you are told otherwise, you are to remain in this position and wait in silence."

My face turned red as I noticed the faces of two female students, dressed in school uniforms, peeking and watching. Once they started to giggle, Ms. Singer shooed them away.

"The door will stay open. Being seen by your fellow female students is something you will have to get used to."

She looked at her watch. "Governess orientation is almost over. It shouldn't be long now."

Ms. Singer turned and walked away, heading out the door to my dorm room.

I heard her heels clicking down the hallway and the sounds of occasional giggle and whispers from outside my door.

After what seemed like an eternity, my new governess walked into the room.

I lowered my eyes and waited, having no idea what my new life would look like.

Thanks for reading this long set up! I hope you enjoyed it.

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You would be playing my Governess. The idea would be that You have graduated from the college and entered a graduate degree program, a mixture of Femdom studies and Victorian Culture. For the next four years, I will be Your charge and You will be responsible for my conditioning, discipline, and training me to follow in the steps of my father to become the perfect slave for one of the women at the college to select at graduation.

I am open to a huge variety of kinks, but this RP should include humiliation, female superiority, strict chastity and denial, bondage, masturbation humiliation, restriction, and punishment, cruelty, emotional control, emotional sadism, strict rules and discipline, corporal punishment, spanking, gags, and exposure and shaming.

Limits: blood, scat, underage, animals, incest. Everything else is negotiable.

I would really love if we could incorporate some actual Victorian discipline techniques, maybe amped up and modified. Open to playing here or on discord.