u/Returnofthepured

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*Ding\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* the elevator chimed as the large elegant doors opened to the penthouse. Large Doe like eyes covered by blinding contacts meet me and my newest client. My guiding hand reaches out to my slave and guides her inside. Wobbling and struggling to walk in her ballet heels, breathing restricted by the latex ski mask that covered her mouth and nose but left her eyes and most of her forehead exposed

“This is ___ she is my newest” I explain to the person she has no clue is. She recognizes my voice and the tone.

“Have a seat and allow me to show you what money can buy when you do business with us”.

I lead her to the center of the room, she feels my hands guide hers above her head. Clicking her wrists into the binders that dangle from the ceiling. A light tap on the thigh prompts her to spread her legs. The familiar rattle of the ankle spread bar locking her legs away from her waist. Her skin tight latex skirt riding up, showing her fair white thighs, squished in place by latex stockings.

Her breasts exposed, she feels the cold touch of the metal nipple clamps begin to tease her.

“Are you ready”? I ask the client. His jaw practically on the floor as the clamps tighten on her perky nipples.

Little does he know, I have a whole staff dedicated to debauchery like this. This girl on display is actually my best accountant. But money talks and so does she.

*whack* goes the leather on her breasts.

“What do you say” I whisper to her. Watching her belly heave as she breaths through the pain.

Howdy there and thank you for stopping in. This prompt follows a mysterious businessman and his antics of latex clad women that work for him. Trained, eager, submissive women who will do whatever he pleases. Whether it is for his own pleasure, or like in the scene described above, showing off for clients or, perhaps interested couples or women looking to be trained or owned by this latex loving man. There are a lot of paths to take this roleplay, from playing an established “employee” to a “new hire”. Or perhaps you’re in a happy, loving relationship where your significant other comes to me to train you- and you either leave a happy latex slut, or fall in love with the lifestyle here and want to stay!

Hopefully this catches someone’s fancy. Cheers for now, and I’m hoping to chat a little before actually role playing

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“Have a seat and allow me to show you what money can buy when you do business with us”.

I lead her to the center of the room, she feels my hands guide hers above her head. Clicking her wrists into the binders that dangle from the ceiling. A light tap on the thigh prompts her to spread her legs. The familiar rattle of the ankle spread bar locking her legs away from her waist. Her skin tight latex skirt riding up, showing her fair white thighs, squished in place by latex stockings.

Her breasts exposed, she feels the cold touch of the metal nipple clamps begin to tease her.

“Are you ready”? I ask the client. His jaw practically on the floor as the clamps tighten on her perky nipples.

Little does he know, I have a whole staff dedicated to debauchery like this. This girl on display is actually my best accountant. But money talks and so does she.

\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\*whack\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* goes the leather on her breasts.

“What do you say” I whisper to her. Watching her belly heave as she breaths through the pain.

Howdy there and thank you for stopping in. This prompt follows a mysterious businessman and his antics of latex clad women that work for him. Trained, eager, submissive women who will do whatever he pleases. Whether it is for his own pleasure, or like in the scene described above, showing off for clients or, perhaps interested couples or women looking to be trained or owned by this latex loving man. I would like to flush this idea out a bit more before jumping right into things. We should talk kinks, characters, POVs, limits, and length of responses/ time between

Hopefully this catches someone’s fancy. Cheers for now

Dark, damp and dusty is the best way to describe Jabba's palace, the interior was an eye-sore to look at and the exterior was about as intimidating as a fortress could be.

Inside the decrepit halls, an array of smells, sounds and sights would blitz any newcomer. Sex, sweat, alcohol, cum, and whatever else might coat the slimy alien races that would attend the parties and events inside this forsaken palace.

The Hutt clan was well-known for their hand in an assortment of nasty biddings- arms dealers, bounties, spice trade, beast trading, and one that is not well known is his sex slave ring that they run through the palace.

Traders from around the galaxy visit the palace in hopes to buy, sell or trade for a new slave. Often times slaves were bought by the palace as party favors for esteemed guests, some were forced to fight one another for Jabba's favor, some would be fed as a sacrifice to the menagerie of nasty beasts lurking in palace catacombs. The highest honor of course was being sold into Jabba's personal harem.

A slave should not expect to stay long inside the palace, they are either killed, eaten, sold, or traded off. Unless of course you are regarded as one of the "divine" in Jabba's eyes, usually he will hold onto one or two girls that are for display only- usually in some kind of objectified bondage or carbonite.

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This roleplay has a lot of different directions it can go, ideally I am looking for a partner that I can write hopefully long-term with. Cycling through different characters, meeting different fates inside these dangerous palace walls.

I use Star Wars because it is quite the low hanging fruit in the realm of sci-fi and it has a lot of wonderfully sexy fantasy races (fan of twi'leks) and a bestiary chalk full nasty creatures. But I am not opposed to creating our own sadistic crime lord, sex slave owning monster!

Kinks- where do I start? Snuff, asphyxiation, master/slave, collars/leashes, anal, anal stretching, large/multiple insertions, twi'leks, bondage, vore, bdsm, cumplay, drowning, latex, outfit control, prostitution, dub/non con, reluctant sex, gross beasts and pretty women, tentacles, knotted cocks, all the way through, spanking, whipping, deepthroat, creampies, gangbangs, three somes, ffm,

Limits: I would like to avoid futas, scat and pee

Dark, damp and dusty is the best way to describe Jabba's palace, the interior was an eye-sore to look at and the exterior was about as intimidating as a fortress could be.

Inside the decrepit halls, an array of smells, sounds and sights would blitz any newcomer. Sex, sweat, alcohol, cum, and whatever else might coat the slimy alien races that would attend the parties and events inside this forsaken palace.

The Hutt clan was well-known for their hand in an assortment of nasty biddings- arms dealers, bounties, spice trade, beast trading, and one that is not well known is his sex slave ring that they run through the palace.

Traders from around the galaxy visit the palace in hopes to buy, sell or trade for a new slave. Often times slaves were bought by the palace as party favors for esteemed guests, some were forced to fight one another for Jabba's favor, some would be fed as a sacrifice to the menagerie of nasty beasts lurking in palace catacombs. The highest honor of course was being sold into Jabba's personal harem.

A slave should not expect to stay long inside the palace, they are either killed, eaten, sold, or traded off. Unless of course you are regarded as one of the "divine" in Jabba's eyes, usually he will hold onto one or two girls that are for display only- usually in some kind of objectified bondage or carbonite.

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This roleplay has a lot of different directions it can go, ideally I am looking for a partner that I can write hopefully long-term with. Cycling through different characters, meeting different fates inside these dangerous palace walls.

I use Star Wars because it is quite the low hanging fruit in the realm of sci-fi and it has a lot of wonderfully sexy fantasy races (fan of twi'leks) and a bestiary chalk full nasty creatures. But I am not opposed to creating our own sadistic crime lord, sex slave owning monster!

Kinks- where do I start? Snuff, asphyxiation, master/slave, collars/leashes, anal, anal stretching, large/multiple insertions, twi'leks, bondage, vore, bdsm, cumplay, drowning, latex, outfit control, prostitution, dub/non con, reluctant sex, gross beasts and pretty women, tentacles, knotted cocks, all the way through, spanking, whipping, deepthroat, creampies, gangbangs, three somes, ffm,

Limits: I would like to avoid futas, scat and pee