u/Ok_Fun_9797

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

Kinks:

Rough sex, blackmail, degradation, abuse, outfit control,impregnation,manipulation, humiliation, name calling, misogyny, shaming, degradation, breeding, anal, creampie, clothed sex, golden shower.

Limit: Scat, Vomit, Incest

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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Kolkata after midnight is a different city. The markets shut down, the temples fall silent, and the streets belong to men who know how to use fear like currency.

You never imagined you’d end up here.

A girl raised in a conservative Bengali household, buried in textbooks and expectations, suddenly drowning in debt after your father’s illness and your family’s constant pressure. Medical entrance dreams shattered. Friends disappeared. Respectability stopped paying bills.

That’s when you met him.

Not a boyfriend. Not a savior.

A local enforcer with political connections and police on his payroll — dangerous, manipulative, and impossible to refuse. He noticed how timid you were, how eager you were to please, how badly you wanted approval. He slowly pulled you into his world: first as “help,” then as property.

At first, it was subtle.

He chose your clothes.

Told you to stop wearing oversized kurtis because “men pay for confidence.”

Mocked your shyness.

Praised you whenever you obeyed.

Eventually, he introduced you to “clients.”

Your first night is at a cheap hotel near Park Street. Your hands shake the entire cab ride there. You’re dressed exactly how he instructed — tight ethnic wear, heavy kajal, jewelry that doesn’t even feel like yours. He keeps reminding you that this is your purpose now, that girls like you survive by listening, not thinking.

But the client waiting inside isn’t some rich businessman.

It’s either:

a feared local goon who already knows intimate details about you before you even walk in,

or

a corrupt police officer who treats your fear like entertainment because he knows nobody would ever believe you over him.

The night becomes less about money and more about control.

You realize your handler has been feeding them your insecurities for weeks — your body image, your need for validation, your fear of disappointing people. Every weakness becomes part of the psychological game.

And the worst part?

Somewhere along the line, you stopped knowing whether you hated the control… or craved the comfort that came with surrendering your choices to someone stronger.

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Kolkata after midnight is a different city. The markets shut down, the temples fall silent, and the streets belong to men who know how to use fear like currency.

You never imagined you’d end up here.

A girl raised in a conservative Bengali household, buried in textbooks and expectations, suddenly drowning in debt after your father’s illness and your family’s constant pressure. Medical entrance dreams shattered. Friends disappeared. Respectability stopped paying bills.

That’s when you met him.

Not a boyfriend. Not a savior.

A local enforcer with political connections and police on his payroll — dangerous, manipulative, and impossible to refuse. He noticed how timid you were, how eager you were to please, how badly you wanted approval. He slowly pulled you into his world: first as “help,” then as property.

At first, it was subtle.

He chose your clothes.

Told you to stop wearing oversized kurtis because “men pay for confidence.”

Mocked your shyness.

Praised you whenever you obeyed.

Eventually, he introduced you to “clients.”

Your first night is at a cheap hotel near Park Street. Your hands shake the entire cab ride there. You’re dressed exactly how he instructed — tight ethnic wear, heavy kajal, jewelry that doesn’t even feel like yours. He keeps reminding you that this is your purpose now, that girls like you survive by listening, not thinking.

But the client waiting inside isn’t some rich businessman.

It’s either:

a feared local goon who already knows intimate details about you before you even walk in,

or

a corrupt police officer who treats your fear like entertainment because he knows nobody would ever believe you over him.

The night becomes less about money and more about control.

You realize your handler has been feeding them your insecurities for weeks — your body image, your need for validation, your fear of disappointing people. Every weakness becomes part of the psychological game.

And the worst part?

Somewhere along the line, you stopped knowing whether you hated the control… or craved the comfort that came with surrendering your choices to someone stronger.

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you . Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?

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Hi I'm Ankita and I'm 27 years old pre-op trans woman.I am very submissive and shy but I also enjoy darker kinks like abuse, degradation,shaming and others but these are optional.I am looking to roleplay as one.

I come from a strict family where I'm supposed to be doctor or an engineer and I was the shy nerdy religious goody two shoes star student I was supposed to be until I met you once I had to move out because they didn't approve me being trans. Before you I was a virgin never drank ,never bunked class ,always the top of my class but your alpha misogynistic views somehow attracted me maybe because deep down I believed men to be superior and our true owners. You control what I wear , who I meet, what I do. One moment you're abusing me and the next hugging and coddling me. I'm too deep into your mind games to the point that I've stopped thinking only. Maybe you pimp me or share me with your friend or make me dress up in ethnic clothes because it pleases you. You look down upon me because of my looks or my skin color or anything else and you always remind about it how I'm inferior to you as a race and a trans woman. With time I even stop getting offended by these as this is just your way of showing love, right honey. We could also include an angle where I'm chubby or not that pretty and you play on my insecurities?