u/Regular-Relief9094

looking to goon with someone over voice. I don't do voice chats but I'd lovee to send vms back and forth. I'm desi so expect a bit of an accent. Would love to have some fun together.

Kinks: name calling, big cocks, degredation, anal, facials, raceplay, petplay humiliation, and creampies.

I'd love to goon to porn and vms back and forth, looking for someone dominant, who knows exactly how to tease and degrade me. I'm also big on humiliation so if you're gonna mock me I'll love that. I don't send nudes or vc.

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This wasn’t a place most women would dare walk alone, but she moved like she owned the air around her. Defiant. Unbothered. Her gaze swept over the chained men until it landed on you.

You were kneeling in the dirt, iron shackles biting into your wrists, long unkempt hair falling around your face like a wild mane. Months of poor food had left you lean but still powerfully built — broad shoulders, strong arms, and that heavy, noticeable bulge between your legs that the thin, shabby clothes did nothing to hide. Most buyers had passed you over, preferring soft, weak-looking boys. She didn’t.

“This one,” she said calmly, tossing a heavy pouch of coins to the slaver without even haggling.

Now you were hers.

She didn’t speak much on the way. Just draped a thick overcoat around your shoulders when the evening chill hit, then stopped at a tavern and pushed a proper meal in front of you real meat, warm bread, the kind of food you hadn’t tasted in months. You caught her watching you eat with something that almost looked like pity… or was it hunger?

When you finally reached her land, a big dog bounded up to greet her. Sheep dotted the hills, cows grazed lazily, and the farmhouse stood solid against the sky. She led you to a small room with an actual mattress on the floor and a pillow.

“Here’s where you’ll sleep,” she said softly. “Rest until you recover.”

She told you to call her Mistress. She held the key to your cuffs.

Days blurred into hard labor heavy lifting, fixing fences, hauling feed things you were built for. She paid you a small wage on top of food and shelter. Not bad. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way her eyes kept drifting to your body when she thought you weren’t looking. The lingering glances. The way her voice sometimes softened when she spoke to you.

What I’m looking for:

A cozy powerplay roleplay dripping with push-and-pull tension, forbidden romance, and that perfect mix of wholesome and fucked-up.

You’re a strong, muscular, long-haired slave with damaged pride. It grates on you — having a woman order you around all day. So you make her pay for it when the lights go down. You pin her against the barn wall or in her own bed, choke her, degrade her, call her a desperate slut for spreading her legs for her lowly slave while the rest of the world thinks she’s still a proper, grieving widow who’d never do something so filthy.

And when you’re done using her, she pulls you down, ruffles your hair, strokes your face, and praises you like you’re her good boy. “Such a handsome man… you pleased me so well.” She babies you, cuddles you, makes you melt even as you try to stay defensive and cold. The next morning she acts like nothing happened maybe even gives you a little raise with a teasing smile, just to remind you who still owns you.

You start getting jealous and possessive when suitors come sniffing around her beauty and her prosperous farm. You’re falling for her, even if you hate admitting it.

I love the contrast: you’re completely dominant and rough during sex (degradation, claiming, brat-taming, choking, risky sex, anal, size difference, etc.), but emotionally you’re getting whipped for her praise and affection.

Kinks: degradation, praise, humiliation, power play, class difference, name calling, choking, hickeys, blowjobs, fingering, cuddle-fucking, risky sex, claiming, big cock, brat-taming, and lots of intimate/wholesome moments mixed in.

I am 18+ and all the participants and character must be 18+

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This wasn’t a place most women would dare walk alone, but she moved like she owned the air around her. Defiant. Unbothered. Her gaze swept over the chained men until it landed on you.

You were kneeling in the dirt, iron shackles biting into your wrists, long unkempt hair falling around your face like a wild mane. Months of poor food had left you lean but still powerfully built — broad shoulders, strong arms, and that heavy, noticeable bulge between your legs that the thin, shabby clothes did nothing to hide. Most buyers had passed you over, preferring soft, weak-looking boys. She didn’t.

“This one,” she said calmly, tossing a heavy pouch of coins to the slaver without even haggling.

Now you were hers.

She didn’t speak much on the way. Just draped a thick overcoat around your shoulders when the evening chill hit, then stopped at a tavern and pushed a proper meal in front of you real meat, warm bread, the kind of food you hadn’t tasted in months. You caught her watching you eat with something that almost looked like pity… or was it hunger?

When you finally reached her land, a big dog bounded up to greet her. Sheep dotted the hills, cows grazed lazily, and the farmhouse stood solid against the sky. She led you to a small room with an actual mattress on the floor and a pillow.

“Here’s where you’ll sleep,” she said softly. “Rest until you recover.”

She told you to call her Mistress. She held the key to your cuffs.

Days blurred into hard labor heavy lifting, fixing fences, hauling feed things you were built for. She paid you a small wage on top of food and shelter. Not bad. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way her eyes kept drifting to your body when she thought you weren’t looking. The lingering glances. The way her voice sometimes softened when she spoke to you.

What I’m looking for:

A cozy powerplay roleplay dripping with push-and-pull tension, forbidden romance, and that perfect mix of wholesome and fucked-up.

You’re a strong, muscular, long-haired slave with damaged pride. It grates on you — having a woman order you around all day. So you make her pay for it when the lights go down. You pin her against the barn wall or in her own bed, choke her, degrade her, call her a desperate slut for spreading her legs for her lowly slave while the rest of the world thinks she’s still a proper, grieving widow who’d never do something so filthy.

And when you’re done using her, she pulls you down, ruffles your hair, strokes your face, and praises you like you’re her good boy. “Such a handsome man… you pleased me so well.” She babies you, cuddles you, makes you melt even as you try to stay defensive and cold. The next morning she acts like nothing happened maybe even gives you a little raise with a teasing smile, just to remind you who still owns you.

You start getting jealous and possessive when suitors come sniffing around her beauty and her prosperous farm. You’re falling for her, even if you hate admitting it.

I love the contrast: you’re completely dominant and rough during sex (degradation, claiming, brat-taming, choking, risky sex, anal, size difference, etc.), but emotionally you’re getting whipped for her praise and affection.

Kinks: degradation, praise, humiliation, power play, class difference, name calling, choking, hickeys, blowjobs, fingering, cuddle-fucking, risky sex, claiming, big cock, brat-taming, and lots of intimate/wholesome moments mixed in.

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This wasn’t a place most women would dare walk alone, but she moved like she owned the air around her. Her gaze swept over the chained men until it landed on you.

You were kneeling in the dirt, iron shackles biting into your wrists, long unkempt hair falling around your face like a wild mane. Months of poor food had left you lean but still powerfully built broad shoulders, strong arms, and that heavy, noticeable bulge between your legs that the thin, shabby clothes did nothing to hide. Most buyers had passed you over, preferring soft, weak-looking boys. She didn’t.

“This one,” she said calmly, tossing a heavy pouch of coins to the slaver without even haggling.

Now you were hers.

She didn’t speak much on the way. Just draped a thick overcoat around your shoulders when the evening chill hit, then stopped at a tavern and pushed a proper meal in front of you meat, warm bread, the kind of food you hadn’t tasted in months. You caught her watching you eat with something that almost looked like pity.

When you finally reached her land, a big dog bounded up to greet her. Sheep dotted the hills, cows grazed lazily, and the farmhouse stood solid against the sky. She led you to a small room with an actual mattress on the floor and a pillow.

“Here’s where you’ll sleep,” she said softly. “Rest until you recover.”

She told you to call her Mistress. She held the key to your cuffs.

Days blurred into hard labor heavy lifting, fixing fences, hauling feed things you were built for. She paid you a small wage on top of food and shelter. Not bad. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way her eyes kept drifting to your body when she thought you weren’t looking. The lingering glances. The way her voice sometimes softened when she spoke to you.

What I’m looking for:

A cozy powerplay roleplay dripping with push-and-pull tension, forbidden romance, and that perfect mix of wholesome and fucked-up.

You’re a strong, muscular, long-haired slave with damaged pride. It grates on you having a woman order you around all day. So you make her pay for it when the lights go down. You pin her against the barn wall or in her own bed, choke her, degrade her, call her a desperate slut for spreading her legs for her lowly slave while the rest of the world thinks she’s still a proper, grieving widow who’d never do something so filthy.

And when you’re done using her, she pulls you down, ruffles your hair, strokes your face, and praises you like you’re her good boy. “Such a handsome man… you pleased me so well.” She babies you, cuddles you, makes you melt even as you try to stay defensive and cold. The next morning she acts like nothing happened maybe even gives you a little raise with a teasing smile, just to remind you who still owns you.

You start getting jealous and possessive when suitors come sniffing around her beauty and her prosperous farm. You’re falling for her, even if you hate admitting it.

I love the contrast: you’re completely dominant and rough during sex but emotionally you’re getting whipped for her praise and affection.

Kinks: degradation, praise, humiliation, power play, class difference, name calling, choking, hickeys, blowjobs, fingering, cuddle-fucking, risky sex, claiming, big cock, brat-taming, and lots of intimate/wholesome moments mixed in.

I LOVEEE dynamics where the man is dominant but only during sex, he's clearly far more emotional, maybe even whipped for the lady, who praises him and babies him. This roleplay needs to feel just as intimate and romantic as it is toxic. I want lots of cozy, wholesome farm-life scenes, tender moments, push-and-pull tension, and real emotional depth between our characters.

If you’re only looking for pure smut with no romance or intimacy, I’m not the partner for you. I’m looking for someone who enjoys the full package the fucked-up romance, the slow-burn feelings, and someone I can actually talk to OOC.

Discord: cumputervirus