u/Domsir87

The room is a study in shadow and silence, heavy velvet drapes drawn against the afternoon sun. You kneel on the floor beside my chair, your posture perfect, hands resting on your thighs. I haven’t spoken in twenty minutes. I’ve just been watching you breathe, watching the subtle tremor in your lower lip, the way your eyes dart toward the door then back to the floor. The uncertainty is a living thing between us, thick and sweet as honey.

I lean forward slowly, the leather of my chair groaning. My hand comes to rest on top of your head, not a caress, but a claim. Your hair is soft beneath my palm. You go utterly still, a rabbit sensing the hawk. I can feel the frantic beat of your heart through my fingertips.

“Open,” I say, the word barely more than a breath.

You part your lips without hesitation, eyes sliding shut. I guide myself into the wet heat of your mouth. You take me deep, a low, guttural sound vibrating in your throat. I watch the tears well at the corners of your eyes, watch your throat work around me. I don’t move, just let you hold me there, let you feel the weight and the stretch, let you remember what it is to be used.

When I pull you off, a string of saliva connects your swollen lips to my cock. You’re panting, chest heaving. I trace the line of spit with my thumb, smearing it across your cheekbone. “Good,” I mur9mur, and the single word of praise makes you shiver.

I stand, pulling you up with me. My hands are firm on your hips as I turn you, bending you over the polished mahogany desk. The surface is cool against your flushed skin. I push your skirt up, drag your panties down your thighs. There’s no preamble, no gentle preparation—just the blunt, burning pressure as I push into your ass. You cry out, a sharp, broken sound that gets swallowed by the wood. Your knuckles bleach white where they grip the desk’s edge.

I set a brutal, punishing rhythm. The only sounds are the slap of skin, your choked sobs, and my own ragged breath. I fuck you until your legs buckle, until you’re mewling, a continuous stream of ah-ah-ah-ah punched out with every thrust. Then I stop, buried to the hilt, and let you feel the full, shocking emptiness when I pull out.

You’re trembling, a wrecked, beautiful thing. You know the ritual. On hands and knees, you turn, crawling the short distance back to me. You don’t look up. You simply press your forehead to my shoe in a gesture of profound submission, then lift your face, mouth open, tongue extended like an offering.

My cock is glistening, slick with your own essence. You lean in and lick a slow, worshipful stripe from base to tip. A tear tracks through the mess on your cheek. You take me into your mouth again, cleaning me with a devotion that borders on religious, your eyes closed in ecstatic shame.

The first time I ordered this of you, you wept for an hour afterward. Not from pain, but from the horrifying, exhilarating realization of how much you wanted it. How the degradation felt like absolution. How my approval, hard-won and sparingly given, became the only currency that held any value in your world. You traded your pride for my ownership, and you’ve never looked back.

You are most exquisite not in resistance, but in surrender. In the moment you choose to be my filthy, perfect girl, and open yourself wide for the very proof of your debasement.

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If you require gentle reassurance, look elsewhere. If you need a man who will dismantle your carefully constructed self, piece by piece, and rebuild you according to his own design. a man who finds feminism in the radical agency of your consent to your own conquest, then step into the shadows.

About me: 39. Scandinavian. A strategist by nature, a dominant by compulsion. I believe in power, its responsible use, its intoxicating exchange. I find a strange equality in the absolute honesty of this dynamic: a woman brave enough to want this, and a man disciplined enough to provide it.

Kinks: Psychological dominance, consensual gaslighting, ritualized humiliation, A2M, orgasm control/denial, anal training, collaring (both physical and psychological), raceplay, misogynistic language, praise twisted with degradation, petplay and more.

Limits: Scat, gore, bestiality, underage themes.

If this narrative calls to the hidden, hungry parts of you, send a message. Introduce yourself. Tell me who you think you are, and who you secretly wish to become. We’ll build the cage together, and you will hand me the key.

As I leave work, I bring out my phone, where the background is a picture of you, in one of the sets of lingerie I really like, garter belt with stockings, thong, 1/2 cup bra that only covers half of your nipples, and of course the more or less incognito collar your wear at all times. After enjoying the sight, that still pleases me, no matter how many times I may have seen it, I write you a text saying

"I'm done at work now, see you when I get home in 30 minutes."

I know full well, that a lot of other dominant men, want their subs to fail in some manner, giving the excuse or pretext to punish, but not me. I want you to succeed, I want you to be able to please me as much as possible, and I know that my text has started a small avalanche at home, with you hurrying to make sure your outfit Is perfect, the house is clean, and you have my favorite drink ready in the front of the fridge, ready to serve, right after you have welcomed me home.

As I drive home, I can't help but contemplate on how far we, and specially you, have come. After all, I am pretty far out in the left wing politically, so this is not at all what people would normally expect, but I was lucky enough to find you, a girl, who actually wanted this dynamic, and with a desire to please, so big, that this was indeed the only right kind of relationship for you.

I park the car in front of my house, and walk up to the front door, as always exited to see how you have dressed your self up, or down, to please me. After all you know I love it when you dress as sexy as possible, and I love being surprised by you choices and attempts to pick the perfect outfit. With a smile I reach for the door handle, and open the door.

I hope you enjoyed this little "slice of life" introduction to the setting I would like to play out. Whether it be an RP, where we can either take it from the very beginning, or jump in at a later stage. Or just a casual conversation about how the dynamics would work, etc.

My kinks include: Ownership, kinky/slutty outfits, mental dominance, submission, obedience, anal, piss, humiliation, degradation, spit, cum, deepthroat, face fuck, slaps, spanking, training, rules, generally rough, humiliating "pornlike" sex, and many, many more kinky, depraved things 😄

Limits are: scat, gore, animals.

About me: I'm 39, From Scandinavia. Naturally dominant both in and out of bed and also a declared feminist! (Each to their own, and if a man and a girl, both find this setting pleasurable, then it is right for them.)

I am much more interested in the right personality/mindset, than what your ethnicity or age is. Even though we will of course be able to use those in the conversations/settings as well.

For RP's I tend to enjoy more long term scenarios, with a good focus on both build up, setting, characters and more, rather then just jumping straight into the smut. I am more than open to hearing about your ideas for an RP, or whatever changes, you might want to include in the one I have suggested

Sometimes it's hard to even remember how it all started.

You used to be what most people would probably describe as an average girl, but look at you now! In a relationship with a man, so far from what "average" girls should normally dream of. Nothing at all like the prince charming, you spend most of your life telling your self that you would want to settle down with. This man is a perverted, dominant, requiring you to address him as Sir, and with sexual preferences much more similar to what you might see in the most hardcore porn, than what an "average" girls like you should be into.

Also the goals and requirements he has for you, the way you dress, how much you weigh, how you present your self both at home and in public.

And your breasts, how did he ever convince you to get them "upgraded" as he insists on calling it. Super high profile, under the muscle, clearly fake looking, some might even call it a porn star look, not very average at all!

But worst of all, you still wanted this. you still wanted his attention, you still wanted to satisfy him and specially you wanted him to be proud of you. Maybe, after all, you were not at all an "average" girl to begin with.

Hi there, girls of DPP

If you should find this prompt of any interest, I would love to discuss it further with you. I would be open to starting at more or less any part of the journey, but would probably have a preference for someone actually looking for a more long term scenario, starting at the very beginning. That would include us exploring how this situation has even come to pass, and playing out as many different slice of life as possible, changes to your school/work situation, family's reactions to different changes, first vacation together, etc.

I'm a white, Scandinavian man, 38 years old, naturally dominant, and has always been fascinated by naturally submissive girls, and how far they would be willing to go, only to satisfy the wishes of their partner.

My kinks include: Anal, rough oral (Throat fucking, face fucking, deepthroat etc.), humiliation, outfit/style control, overly slutty outfits, submissiveness, piss play and of course a lot more, but generally on the rougher and more kinky side of the spectrum.

Limits: Scat, Gore, Beasts, anything related to underage.

I really hope to hear from you.

Sometimes it's hard to even remember how it all started.

You used to be what most people would probably describe as an average girl, but look at you now! In a relationship with a man, so far from what "average" girls should normally dream of. Nothing at all like the prince charming, you spend most of your life telling your self that you would want to settle down with. This man is a perverted, dominant, requiring you to address him as Sir, and with sexual preferences much more similar to what you might see in the most hardcore porn, than what an "average" girls like you should be into.

Also the goals and requirements he has for you, the way you dress, how much you weigh, how you present your self both at home and in public.

And your breasts, how did he ever convince you to get them "upgraded" as he insists on calling it. Super high profile, under the muscle, clearly fake looking, some might even call it a porn star look, not very average at all!

But worst of all, you still wanted this. you still wanted his attention, you still wanted to satisfy him and specially you wanted him to be proud of you. Maybe, after all, you were not at all an "average" girl to begin with.

Hi there, girls of DPP

If you should find this prompt of any interest, I would love to discuss it further with you. I would be open to starting at more or less any part of the journey, but would probably have a preference for someone actually looking for a more long term scenario, starting at the very beginning. That would include us exploring how this situation has even come to pass, and playing out as many different slice of life as possible, changes to your school/work situation, family's reactions to different changes, first vacation together, etc.

I'm a white, Scandinavian man, 38 years old, naturally dominant, and has always been fascinated by naturally submissive girls, and how far they would be willing to go, only to satisfy the wishes of their partner.

My kinks include: Anal, rough oral (Throat fucking, face fucking, deepthroat etc.), humiliation, outfit/style control, overly slutty outfits, submissiveness, piss play and of course a lot more, but generally on the rougher and more kinky side of the spectrum.

Limits: Scat, Gore, Beasts, anything related to underage.

I really hope to hear from you.

As I leave work, I bring out my phone, where the background is a picture of you, in one of the sets of lingerie I really like, garter belt with stockings, thong, 1/2 cup bra that only covers half of your nipples, and of course the more or less incognito collar your wear at all times. After enjoying the sight, that still pleases me, no matter how many times I may have seen it, I write you a text saying

"I'm done at work now, see you when I get home in 30 minutes."

I know full well, that a lot of other dominant men, want their subs to fail in some manner, giving the excuse or pretext to punish, but not me. I want you to succeed, I want you to be able to please me as much as possible, and I know that my text has started a small avalanche at home, with you hurrying to make sure your outfit Is perfect, the house is clean, and you have my favorite drink ready in the front of the fridge, ready to serve, right after you have welcomed me home.

As I drive home, I can't help but contemplate on how far we, and specially you, have come. After all, I am pretty far out in the left wing politically, so this is not at all what people would normally expect, but I was lucky enough to find you, a girl, who actually wanted this dynamic, and with a desire to please, so big, that this was indeed the only right kind of relationship for you.

I park the car in front of my house, and walk up to the front door, as always exited to see how you have dressed your self up, or down, to please me. After all you know I love it when you dress as sexy as possible, and I love being surprised by you choices and attempts to pick the perfect outfit. With a smile I reach for the door handle, and open the door.

I hope you enjoyed this little "slice of life" introduction to the setting I would like to play out. Whether it be an RP, where we can either take it from the very beginning, or jump in at a later stage. Or just a casual conversation about how the dynamics would work, etc.

My kinks include: Ownership, kinky/slutty outfits, mental dominance, submission, obedience, anal, piss, humiliation, degradation, spit, cum, deepthroat, face fuck, slaps, spanking, training, rules, generally rough, humiliating "pornlike" sex, and many, many more kinky, depraved things :)

Limits are: scat, gore, animals.

About me: I'm 38, From Scandinavia. Naturally dominant both in and out of bed and also a declared feminist! (Each to their own, and if a man and a girl, both find this setting pleasurable, then it is right for them.)

I am much more interested in the right personality/mindset, than what your ethnicity or age is. Even though we will of course be able to use those in the conversations/settings as well.

For RP's I tend to enjoy more long term scenarios, with a good focus on both build up, setting, characters and more, rather then just jumping straight into the smut. I am more than open to hearing about your ideas for an RP, or whatever changes, you might want to include in the one I have suggested

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*As I leave work, I bring out my phone, where the background is a picture of you, in one of the sets of lingerie I really like, garter belt with stockings, thong, 1/2 cup bra that only covers half of your nipples, and of course the more or less incognito collar your wear at all times. After enjoying the sight, that still pleases me, no matter how many times I may have seen it, I write you a text saying*

*"I'm done at work now, see you when I get home in 30 minutes."*

*I know full well, that a lot of other dominant men, want their subs to fail in some manner, giving the excuse or pretext to punish, but not me. I want you to succeed, I want you to be able to please me as much as possible, and I know that my text has started a small avalanche at home, with you hurrying to make sure your outfit Is perfect, the house is clean, and you have my favorite drink ready in the front of the fridge, ready to serve, right after you have welcomed me home.*

*As I drive home, I can't help but contemplate on how far we, and specially you, have come. After all, I am pretty far out in the left wing politically, so this is not at all what people would normally expect, but I was lucky enough to find you, a girl, who actually wanted this dynamic, and with a desire to please, so big, that this was indeed the only right kind of relationship for you.*

*I park the car in front of my house, and walk up to the front door, as always exited to see how you have dressed your self up, or down, to please me. After all you know I love it when you dress as sexy as possible, and I love being surprised by you choices and attempts to pick the perfect outfit. With a smile I reach for the door handle, and open the door.*

I hope you enjoyed this little "slice of life" introduction to the setting I would like to play out. Whether it be an RP, where we can either take it from the very beginning, or jump in at a later stage. Or just a casual conversation about how the dynamics would work, etc.

**My kinks include:** Ownership, kinky/slutty outfits, mental dominance, submission, obedience, anal, piss, humiliation, degradation, spit, cum, deepthroat, face fuck, slaps, spanking, training, rules, generally rough, humiliating "pornlike" sex, and many, many more kinky, depraved things :)

**Limits are:** scat, gore, animals.

**About me:** I'm 38, From Scandinavia. Naturally dominant both in and out of bed and also a declared feminist! (Each to their own, and if a man and a girl, both find this setting pleasurable, then it is right for them.)

I am much more interested in the right personality/mindset, than what your ethnicity or age is. Even though we will of course be able to use those in the conversations/settings as well.

For RP's I tend to enjoy more long term scenarios, with a good focus on both build up, setting, characters and more, rather then just jumping straight into the smut. I am more than open to hearing about your ideas for an RP, or whatever changes, you might want to include in the one I have suggested

​

\*It starts in silence. Lights dim, curtains closed. I lean back in my leather chair, bare feet planted on the cold floorboards, and I watch you kneel with your forehead lowered between my knees. You tremble, just a little. I let the quiet stretch, slow enough that you wonder if you’ve done something wrong, that delicious uncertainty pooling in your belly.\*

\*Then I loosen my belt.\*

\*My cock hangs heavy across my thigh, heavy veins  as I push it into your open mouth. You moan through your nose when I tug your hair, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you choke on my length. I love the way your cheek hollows, the way the muscle jumps in your jaw when I command patience.\*

\*When I switch, it’s because you’ve earned me. I pull out slick with spit, smear your cheek with my thumb, and I grip your hips to raise you up. Your ass fits my hands perfectly, as I position you on the couch, face down and ass up, strutting out over the edge. I push in slow, watch your asshole part around a gasp, knuckles whitening on the couch as I bury myself in your tight little ass. I fuck you until your thighs are shaking, then I pull out, with an audioble POP, adn a complete feeling of emptyness on your part, making you whisper thank-yous you never thought you’d say.\*

\*And when I pull out? You know what comes next. You crawl back, docile, hungry, sticking out your tongue for my cockhead, smeared with the oil of your own ass, and you worship it like a perfectly good girl. You lap at it, eyes wet, trembling as you press kisses to the crown. I reward you with a pat on the cheek and a low “good girl,” and you glow like I handed you a ring.\*

\*The first time I made you go from ass to mouth, you froze. All that carefully maintained bravado dissolved into a raw little plea. But I watched you submit, watched you swallow the humiliation and choose me over your pride, and I've never gone back. You’re perfect when you’re ashamed, when you open wide and let me guide you, when you beg for permission to be disgusting for me. That’s where you belong—pressing your lips to the cock that just fucked you raw while I remind you the only approval you get is mine.\*

If you need someone to cuddle you, feel free to move on. If you need your self-worth remade from the ground up by a man who will strip you bare, put you on display, and remind you who owns that exquisite body, step forward.

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\*\*About me:\*\* I'm 38, From Scandinavia. Naturally dominant both in and out of bed and also a declared feminist! (Each to their own, and if a man and a girl, both find this setting pleasurable, then it is right for them.)

\*\*Kinks\*\*: A2M on command. Anal training. Collar and leash. Filming every filthy act so you can watch yourself degrade on loop. Raceplay, unapologetic language. Praise twisted with emotional manipulation, petplay, bimbofication, etc.

\*\*Limits:\*\* Scat, Gore, Beasts, anything related to underage.

If playing out this sort of dynamic, based on heavy power exchange og elements of gaslighting speaks to you, I would love to see your username in my inbox, with an introduction as to who you are, and what you are looking for in an RP or conversation/world building.