[M4F] The Oracle who saw herself collared
The Oracle. Able to foresee the future of all the people of the realm. To predict the weather months in advance. To augur the coming of plagues and to divine natural disasters years before they happen. The lands prosper, everyone can take all the necessary precautions against any misfortune befalling them, individually or as a society.
It is a powerful ability, passed on from mistress to apprentice, to help everyone thrive. A title worn with pride as a servant of the masses, preserving an everlasting, utopian peace. A woman revered and loved by all as someone who stands above all others. Someone with the loving care and strong will required to carry this burden, carefully picked by a line of predecessors who placed all their faith on her shoulders.
Like all the Oracles before you, you feel an innate need to serve those around you, to use your powers to help others thrive. Whether this is because that is part of the criteria to look for a successor, or whether it is part of this power is unclear, though probably a mix of both. In a way, it is the power itself that chooses who to wield it.
It has been only a short few months since the last Oracle passed on her powers to you, but already you have earned the public's full trust - if the old Oracle foresaw your success, there is no reason to question it. You spend your days offering people advice on how they personally can live a happy and fulfilled life and help ensure everybody's wants are met. It is what you were born to do, and what you love to do, guided by a craving to please those around you.
That is when you meet me.
My future is unclear. You are used to that, of course - you see the possibilities, see what course will be most beneficial of all, and sometimes it takes some meditation to come to a conclusion. But this... This is different. My future is so intertwined with your own, it is hard to grasp. In so many of the paths you see before me, you see yourself, binding yourself to me. Happy on your knees in front of me. Scared for a coming punishment. Horny begging me to fuck you. Embarrassed when I parade you naked in front of others. Dread and desire becoming hard to tell apart. Shame tangled with anticipation. But above all, it feels exciting. If you carefully walk the right path here, you can see some otherworldly bliss for yourself. You see desires within yourself you weren't even aware you had. Desires you now realize were always there, waiting for something to awaken them. For someone to awaken them.
Every future where you refuse me feels smaller. Dimmer. Hollow. Colorless. Regret at not taking this leap. Always wondering what could have been. A feeling of emptiness. The fulfillment you once found in serving the public paling beside what you saw with me. Hating yourself for not being a bit selfish this one time.
So when I ask you to actually do this preposterous thing, to start serving me and only me, this is tough. The moment I saw you take on this burden, I became obsessed with you. When I tell you I want you as my own, that I fantasize about placing a collar around your neck and holding the leash, that I crave your submission to me, in mind, in body and in soul, it is hard to outright deny me.
I say I'll be back in a month to hear your answer.
Leaving you alone with those visions.
A month during which you can't stop thinking about them. A month for them to stir something in you, something you didn't know was there. You're curious, and increasingly find yourself getting aroused when considering this. You have always loved serving others. Not like this. It was never this centered around one person.
You start thinking about how you could make me happy, someone who wants you - all of you - and sees you as more than someone who can tell when to evacuate for the next hurricane. You think about the visions you had, and it starts to stand out how pleased I am with you in all of them. How you could satisfy my needs in ways that make every other kind of servitude feel small. The part of you yearning to devote yourself fully to this one man is growing harder to ignore. You have fantasies about worshipping my cock, you play with yourself when you think about me slapping or choking you, you bring yourself to a climax with visions of yourself in a cage. You even start wondering about the more extreme things you saw me do to you, the things you immediately felt you could never be okay with...
Yes, if you do this the future for the rest of humanity becomes a whole lot less certain. You didn't need hints of a collapse in those visions to tell you that, but... surely that's an off chance, after centuries of careful herding by your predecessors, the public should be able to fend for itself, right?
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Hi! It's been a while since I wrote a prompt myself, so hope it resonates with some people here.
So, I'm looking for someone to pick up the role of the Oracle with a newly discovered but very overwhelming submission kink, in a roleplay of two people with a near insatiable hunger for each other - or at least what the other represents.
Next to the personal corruption sure to follow this decision, I'd also like to explore the crumbling of the world around us as we descend into depravity a bit. Things your forebears spent centuries holding together beginning to slip. How long until you start seeing the signs? Until you start to feel bad about your role in all this? By then, does the thought of giving this up still feel possible? Bearable?
We can discuss kinks and limits if and when we decide to explore this together. I'm open to a lot of things and if you have read this far and are still interested, I imagine you probably are as well, and I strongly doubt a slight mismatch here or there will be the thing ruining this entire setup.
P.S.: this is loosely (or perhaps not so loosely) based on a different prompt featuring a goddess auctioning herself off. If that was you - and you are happy to continue that story - let me know. Remind me of the name we picked for this enslaved deity to let me know it is you!