Too many rps here are about tfs that humiliate you, embarrass you or make you feel dysphoric. But there's almost no prompts about gender *euphoria*, the state of being in which everything about your gender, your part in it and being in your current state makes you ecstatic.

Until now.

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"Will you come down already?" you shouted up, a smile on your face as you waited for me. This was going to be a night to remember, if I ever got up the courage to leave the bathroom.

You see, Halloween was one of the few nights of the year when your powers were strong enough to cause some real changes, and this year you had decided one a particularly fun one. Your best friend, and the only one who knew your witchy secret, had no plans on the big night. I was going to spend it alone, watching old movies, until you made me a once in a lifetime offer.

Let you turn me into a girl, and spend Halloween as your BFF!

We were already friends, but the thought of your guyfriend becoming your galpal was just too much, and I had to admit I was curious. What could be the harm in being a girl for one night?

So we did the ritual, and I went upstairs to the bathroom as the changes began. A half hour later, and I should have been a girl by now.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked, getting a bit nervous.

Slowly, the door creaked open. I was standing on the other side, and I was more than okay.

I was beautiful!

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I'm looking to play a fun, light, gender euphoric rp about you turning your male friend into a girl for one night only...unless they like it too much to turn back!

I'm looking for literate partners, so if you want to reach out, make sure you include "Better off" somewhere in your message! Can't wait to hear from you!s

In the Streets:

I'm not some little girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

"And can someone explain to me what he's doing here? Yes, Kelsey?"

"It's a reference to the Canterbury Tales, but also an inversion, since this poem is about the fragmentation of Western Culture."

"Very good!" said the professor. She was used to me raising my hand by now, and always tried to wait until someone else did to give them a chance. I was the star of the class, the nerd, the teacher's pet. I was also, admittedly, a bit of a wallflower. I never went to parties, never socialized much outside the sorority.

And people weren't even sure why I was in the sorority.

It was a secretive place, the subject of rumors and gossip. But if I was a part of it, then they couldn't have been true. I was way too good-two-shoes for anything in the least bit untoward and every day when the nerdy tomboy walked through the doors of the secretive sorority, people grew more and more convinced that it must just be some boring house.

Boy, were they wrong.

I went to my room, took off my coat and set my backpack down. I was already ahead on all my work, so I didn't have to take any time for my studies. Instead, I undressed until I was butt naked, put my hair into pigtails, slipped on a g-string and attached my pasties. As soon as I stepped into my black, 6inch pumps, I was ready for my real work, the work that helped keep me sane after working so hard on academics.

I minced to the living area, where the head of the sorority was sitting, and knelt by her feet.

"Sorority Slave Kelsey, reporting for duty!"

"You forgot one thing" she grinned, reaching over and taking off my glasses. "Much better. Now, why don't you sit on my lap?"

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I'm looking to play a girl who destresses from a long day of being the teacher's pet by being the pet of an domme sorority! To be clear, I'm using the word slave but it'd be 100% willing and my character would love it just as much as the girls would love having her!

I'm looking for literate partners so if you're interested, hit me up with the password "Bunny" somewhere in your message.

Reality is, for lack of a better word, boring.

It had absolutely nothing on imagination, especially the hot, hormonal imagination of a lewd fantasy. Nothing has to make sense there. People don't have to have lives outside of the plot. We don't need to worry about how hung the hot, she-stud Amazons are because even the biggest futanari and the smallest girl will make it fit.

But that's just fantasy.

In reality, I'm respectable. I'm professional, intellectual and boring. I like boring.

There was one cool thing about me though:

The Project

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

What is my purpose?

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

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Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. But you should know I'm only looking for femme partners and sapphic pairings. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

"And can someone explain to me what he's doing here? Yes, Kelsey?"

"It's a reference to the Canterbury Tales, but also an inversion, since this poem is about the fragmentation of Western Culture."

"Very good!" said the professor. She was used to me raising my hand by now, and always tried to wait until someone else did to give them a chance. I was the star of the class, the nerd, the teacher's pet. I was also, admittedly, a bit of a wallflower. I never went to parties, never socialized much outside the sorority.

And people weren't even sure why I was in the sorority.

It was a secretive place, the subject of rumors and gossip. But if I was a part of it, then they couldn't have been true. I was way too good-two-shoes for anything in the least bit untoward and every day when the nerdy tomboy walked through the doors of the secretive sorority, people grew more and more convinced that it must just be some boring house.

Boy, were they wrong.

I went to my room, took off my coat and set my backpack down. I was already ahead on all my work, so I didn't have to take any time for my studies. Instead, I undressed until I was butt naked, put my hair into pigtails, slipped on a g-string and attached my pasties. As soon as I stepped into my black, 6inch pumps, I was ready for my real work, the work that helped keep me sane after working so hard on academics.

I minced to the living area, where the head of the sorority was sitting, and knelt by her feet.

"Sorority Slave Kelsey, reporting for duty!"

"You forgot one thing" she grinned, reaching over and taking off my glasses. "Much better. Now, why don't you sit on my lap?"

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I'm looking to play a girl who destresses from a long day of being the teacher's pet by being the pet of an domme sorority! To be clear, I'm using the word slave but it'd be 100% willing and my character would love it just as much as the girls would love having her!

I'm looking for literate partners so if you're interested, hit me up with the password "Bunny" somewhere in your message.

In the Streets:

I'm not some little girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

Reality is, for lack of a better word, boring.

It had absolutely nothing on imagination, especially the hot, hormonal imagination of a lewd fantasy. Nothing has to make sense there. People don't have to have lives outside of the plot. We don't need to worry about how hung the hot, she-stud Amazons are because even the biggest futanari and the smallest girl will make it fit.

But that's just fantasy.

In reality, I'm respectable. I'm professional, intellectual and boring. I like boring.

There was one cool thing about me though:

The Project

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

What is my purpose?

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

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Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

Reality is, for lack of a better word, boring.

It had absolutely nothing on imagination, especially the hot, hormonal imagination of a lewd fantasy. Nothing has to make sense there. People don't have to have lives outside of the plot. We don't need to worry about how hung the hot, she-stud Amazons are because even the biggest futanari and the smallest girl will make it fit.

But that's just fantasy.

In reality, I'm respectable. I'm professional, intellectual and boring. I like boring.

There was one cool thing about me though:

The Project

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

What is my purpose?

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

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Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

"Oh, Abby?!" you called in a mocking, singsong voice. I made my way over, looking down as you laid there on the poolchair in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. You knew you were hot.

You knew just how badly you were teasing me.

"Yes..." I replied, taking a moment before dutifully and reluctantly adding "Mistress?"

"I need someone to lotion me. Why don't you put those hands to work?"

You handed me the bottle, looking over your shoulder with a wink as I considered it.

"Abby..." you chided, after I hesitated a moment too long. You turned over, your silver necklace now hanging down between your tempting cleavage. At its end was a metal key, resting torturously against one of your breasts.

I was wearing nothing but the metal belt you'd locked me into a month ago, constantly glancing about as if your white picket fence wasn't enough to hide my modest. I'd never even let someone see me topless before you trapped me like this, constantly threatening to melt down the key if I didn't act the role of your denied little slave.

"If you lotion me up, I'll give you something to wear that isn't locked onto it. If you don't..."

You stood up, towering over me and raising an eyebrow.

"I'll drag this chair into the front yard and have you show yourself off on the lawn."

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I'm looking to play as a innocent young lesbian, a nerdy, bookish, pure and respectable girl who you've somehow entrapped into this metal belt. I'm pretty open to discussion as to how I ended up like this, or who your character is (But tall, stuck up popular girls go to the front of the line) and would love to talk more about the particulars on discord. All I ask is that you're literate and that you show me you've read everything by sending the password 'latch' somewhere in your message.

In the Streets:

I'm not some innocent girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

Too many rps here are about tfs that humiliate you, embarrass you or make you feel dysphoric. But there's almost no prompts about gender *euphoria*, the state of being in which everything about your gender, your part in it and being in your current state makes you ecstatic.

Until now.

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"Will you come down already?" you shouted up, a smile on your face as you waited for me. This was going to be a night to remember, if I ever got up the courage to leave the bathroom.

You see, Halloween was one of the few nights of the year when your powers were strong enough to cause some real changes, and this year you had decided one a particularly fun one. Your best friend, and the only one who knew your witchy secret, had no plans on the big night. I was going to spend it alone, watching old movies, until you made me a once in a lifetime offer.

Let you turn me into a girl, and spend Halloween as your BFF!

We were already friends, but the thought of your guyfriend becoming your galpal was just too much, and I had to admit I was curious. What could be the harm in being a girl for one night?

So we did the ritual, and I went upstairs to the bathroom as the changes began. A half hour later, and I should have been a girl by now.

"Are you okay?" you finally asked, getting a bit nervous.

Slowly, the door creaked open. I was standing on the other side, and I was more than okay.

I was beautiful!

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I'm looking to play a fun, light, gender euphoric rp about you turning your male friend into a girl for one night only...unless they like it too much to turn back!

I'm looking for literate partners, so if you want to reach out, make sure you include "Better off" somewhere in your message! Can't wait to hear from you!s

In the Streets:

I'm not some innocent girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

I was a model tenant, but then again, I was a model everything. A goody two shoes teacher's pet that was taking summer classes so that she could pull out a triple major...it was hard to expect any trouble from me. I was quiet and clean and most of the time you forgot I was even here. But it was a week after I started living with you that you realized your boarder was hiding something. You accidentally grabbed my phone instead of yours on your way out, and didn't notice until you were in a naughty mood later in the day. You opened it to check out your favorite erotica site, only to realize that it was already signed in.

To my account.

I read. I wrote. I had a large enough profile that you soon had the rundown on every one of my kinks and fantasies. It turns out that the meek little tomboy living under your roof could be quite the minx, at least in her own steamy dreams. And it just so happened that her dreams coincided with yours.

Only, you had the experience to make those dreams reality.

I got home that day without even noticing my phone was gone. I'd been spending too much time in the library to even realize. But I did realize that my bedroom door was open...

And that you were waiting for me.

"Well, well, well, Princess. Take a seat and let Mommy tell you what happens next."

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I'm looking to play a young woman who's boarding at your house when you discover her secret desires. I wrote this as an age gap Mommy Domme plot but would also be open to alterations as to our ages, relationship, etc. As long as I'm the sub, of course.

I included my kinks and limits below to give you a preview of what my character's fantasies might be but my main fantasy, in any plot, is a good and literate partner. So if you want to show me you've read everything, include the outfit you'd want to dress me in in your opening message.

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage, embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, strapons/futanari, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, Mommy domme, strength dynamics, height dynamics, age dynamics and contrasts in general

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

Reality is, for lack of a better word, boring.

It had absolutely nothing on imagination, especially the hot, hormonal imagination of a lewd fantasy. Nothing has to make sense there. People don't have to have lives outside of the plot. We don't need to worry about how hung the hot, she-stud Amazons are because even the biggest futanari and the smallest girl will make it fit.

But that's just fantasy.

In reality, I'm respectable. I'm professional, intellectual and boring.

There was one cool thing about me though:

The Project

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

What is my purpose?

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

--------------------------------------

Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

In the Streets:

I'm not some innocent girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

In the Streets:

I'm not some innocent girl who needs anyone's help. I'm a respected woman in my field, an innovator and leader in the world of science, someone who is admired, esteemed and held to a very high standard. Sure, I'm petite, but my intellect speaks for itself and my reputation precedes me. Sure, I'm young, but that only means that the strides and authority I've taken in the name of my career are more impressive. The name I've made for myself is so unquestionable that even standing next to my taller, older girlfriend, people only see the strong, independent woman they know me to be.

In the Sheets:

"MOMMY!!!" I whined, stamping through the house in the outfit you'd dressed me up in. It was the weekend and a weekend that was totally free of interruptions. With that freedom from prying eyes, we had a chance to spend a few days as Dolly and Mommy, our secret alter-egos.I was standing there and wearing a pink loli dress, 6 inch heels, pigtails and a pout. You were wearing a smart black dress, lifting an eyebrow as I threatened to throw a tantrum. "Are you ever going to unlock me?" I asked, looking down. Beneath my skirt was a metal belt that had kept me from touching myself for the past two weeks, and drove me into a frenzy in need of relief.

"Hmm...that depends. Will you be a good girl?" you giggled.

I frowned and gestured to myself. "Look at what I'm wearing! Please! I've been locked since the symposium!"

You pursed your lips and frowned. "Symposium? That's a big word for such a tiny thing..."

I knew what you were getting at, but I waited a moment before relenting. "OMG I'm totes sorry...I know Dolly is only supposed to use ditz words..."

"Here..." you said, patting your dress. "Sit on Mommy's lap. Then we can. talk about maybe letting you out..."

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So I'm looking for a mommy domme rp. I'll just come out and say, because I'm really in the mood, despite how embarrassing it is. I'm looking for someone to play a domme in their 30s or 40s to domme my character, a successful woman in her early 20s who's a brain in the streets but a bimbo in the sheets. If you're interested, message me with your idea for my pet name somewhere in your message.

Reality is, for lack of a better word, boring.

It had absolutely nothing on imagination, especially the hot, hormonal imagination of a lewd fantasy. Nothing has to make sense there. People don't have to have lives outside of the plot. We don't need to worry about how hung the hot, she-stud Amazons are because even the biggest futanari and the smallest girl will make it fit.

But that's just fantasy.

In reality, I'm respectable. I'm professional, intellectual and boring.

There was one cool thing about me though:

The Project

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

What is my purpose?

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

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Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal

You! Yes, You!

I'm sure all of us here have dealt with the struggles of rp partner search. Ads you put a ton of effort into get no replies. Good partners ghost you. Randos hop into your DMs with requests that change everything about your rp (including your orientation) to the point where it's not even something you want to do anymore.

It's grind.

But it doesn't have to be!

I've been doing this long enough to realize that a good partner is more important than anything else, so I'm looking to people of somewhat like mind and interests in order to get a GM trade going. The idea is that, if we click, I GM your fantasy and you GM mine! I'm experienced, and run my own lewd fiction patreon, so I'm sure that I can satisfy your writing needs if we click!

That plot you always wanted to do? That scratch you always wanted to itch? I'm here for it! A lot of preference will be given to female or femme partners but I'm open to hear anyone's pitch. If you're interested, hit me up and we'll exchange kinks, limits, writing samples and plot ideas. My own limits are below:

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet

You can find some prompts on my profile and be sure to reach out with your favorite color so I know you read everything. Hope to hear from you soon!

Test Subject: Kelsey Jones. Valedictorian, on track to graduate Summa Cum Laude from the Honors College with Dual degrees. Psychological profile indicates incredibly high high quotients of modesty and self consciousness, along with an almost complete lack of romantic history. Described by subject recruitment of "an absolute tomboy."

You read my profile once more as you walked through your lab, marveling at the fact you'd found such a perfect subject. In order to test how far you could push someone, it was important that they be on the extreme side of the spectrum, so that they had more ground to cover as you forced them to the other side. Besides, it was just so fun to turn a boring, modest, intellectual tomboy into anything but. You made your way to the central texting area and looked over the pod, seeing that it'd be running at maximum capacity for more than an hour.

Then, you opened it.

The stimulators pulled out from inside me, and pulled back from my skin. The VR headset and earphones retracted. My bonds automatically unlocked, and you looked at my sweaty, nude body as my hands snapped to between my legs-

When a metal belt had been fastened to my hips, with plenty of fun features of its own.

"Well..." you grinned, holding up its remote as you overlooked the hyper-edged and denied girl before you. "Let's have some fun!"

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I'm looking to play as the victim/test subject/corruptee of a woman on the forefront of teasing and denial methods, who has presumably been into this nightmare of corruption and desperation. I'm only looking for literate partners so if you're interested, make sure to include the password 'No No' somewhere in your message!

What is my purpose?

I was excited to be part of the team working on the world's most advanced AI, a breakthrough in terms of both scale and quantum level innovation. Most of the top researchers weren't entirely sure how it worked yet, and here I was, a young woman getting a chance to help their studies.

But then, it started getting existential.

It was easy enough to run tests, calibrate parameters and record results, but I never expected an AI god to ask me what the meaning of life is. I thought for a moment and answered. "To help humanity, to help fulfill our dreams and fantasies."

I thought that was a pretty good answer, especially if I wanted to minimize the odds of a robot uprising, but then strange things started to flash across the screen:

The definition of the word "fantasy."

My entire internet history, which included a fair share of lewd fiction and Erotica.

And then, several quantum computations which were so advanced that even a smart girl like me felt like she was reading Sanskrit.

Then, there was a flash of bright light.

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Hey, I'm looking for lovely literate partners to help me play out this plot, wherein my character ends up in a cartoonish, over the top world based on all her dirty fantasies! I included my kinks and limits below if you want an idea of what that would would be like. Also, the password to contact me is 'new world.'

Kinks: Humiliation, Costumes, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/ awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, pain, feet, anal