u/ScarletRose_RP

As the most observant likely know, it is just not the Maledom Empire that didn’t qualify for the World Cup. However, even those countries that didn’t make it to the actual world cup get to compete in the Empire’s variant of the tournament! After all, luckily, the Empire happens to have a particularly diverse population of cunts from varying backgrounds.

Thanks to efforts of private individuals, the DFA and various ‘recruitment organizations’ the organizers of the Empire Tournament have managed to gather all-fem- cunt teams representing some of the most prominent countries that aren’t represented in the World Cup.

The tournament bracket is rather straightforward. The cunt teams, in appropriate uniforms, will compete against each other until only one team remains uneliminated. That team will then get the chance to perform against the Empire’s male team. And we all know how that’ll end up.

Of course, each losing team will get punished and subsequently auctioned off. Funds will be donated to the DFA operations against the FRA.

Head to the Crowntown Stadium this week for this patriotic display!

Special halftime entertainment awaits, courtesy of the Boudoir!

The Boudoir's Free Women Stand with the Empire and Participate in a Week of Submission

Recent events around Holetown and especially the threats made by the FRA’s infamous "Cuntbuster" has led to a surge of patriotism amongst the free female population of the Empire. This is particularly noticeable in Crowntown that has a higher than average free female ratio, many working in positions befitting their skills such as sexretaries, maids, or waitresses. Entertainment is also a popular method of employment for these young women. With the threatening label of ‘collaborationist’ hanging above them, and with the DFA putting the free women under increased scrutiny, these hardworking loyal females have decided to stand up and profess their loyalty to the Natural Order with various means of expression. And most often, the best way to prove that is total surrender.

The Boudoir is no exception. Our free woman staff has agreed to submit and embrace their place for one full week. They voluntarily give up their freedoms momentarily, accepting the status of cunt. They will sleep, dine and serve just like their enslaved counterparts. Making them fully available to all our clients and their needs. And not just that. To truly showcase that they are committed to serving their betters and all their desires, each of the most popular ‘free women’ waitresses and whores has been assigned a very spectacular role for this week of patriotic celebration. Some of these special slave roles have been particularly popular recently.

Even our famed, elegant, and submissive Vanessa will truly put her obedience to test. But first, she has to be tamed for her upcoming role...

The upheaval roused by the Talon Operations Command- led FRA onslaught on Holetown and now also its surroundings had led to unforeseen consequences in Crowntown. First the curfews, then the panicking DFA detaining and questioning free women at random, followed by the overcrowding and queues at the DFA offices processing free female affairs. And now this. Made to waive away my rights for a whole week just to keep my job! A job that isn't particularly much above being a cunt to begin with. Such events had happened in the past, but never for this long. The duration wasn’t even the worst. It was this special task and the yet unspecified role assigned to me. All I had been told so far was to get to one of our brothel rooms, fully naked. Which was practically unheard of. Typically clients always wanted to dress me up. Unless there was something truly special planned. The suspense was making my legs quiver.

Moving upstairs from the waitresses' dressing room, I found the Boudoir eerily quiet ahead of the week of submission. Much to my surprise, most of the regular furniture in the room reserved to me had been moved away, and instead I found inside large crates with special equipment presumable locked in.

But the truly worrying sign was the metal dog cage. And the steel bowl with the letters “B I T C H” written with black paint on it.

Sighing in despair I kneel next to these items, taking the instructed pose with my hands behind my head. Waiting there in dreadful anticipation I start cursing letting myself enter yet another stage in my never-ending journey of still managing to lose a bit of dignity I didn’t even know I had left. 

(Closed RP with u/biome3 . However feel free to comment / interact upon the opening “announcement” part!)

A curfew has been enacted in Crowntown, applying to all free women between 10 pm and 6 am. A gag order is also in place for all free women found outside around the clock to contain spread of rumors and false information.

Any free woman found outside during the curfew hours is to be considered a volunteer and apprehended by the DFA to be sent to the forward operations base at IAB Frontier for morale boosting actions. Deployment will last as long as operations in Holetown and surroundings continue.

Sigh, guess all I can do is to 'hole' myself up at the Boudoir until its all over. With all the DFA and Imperial army away to contain the situation, I wonder from where we will get customers though... And no tidbits to share either. Frustrating.

Yet another dinner service at the Boudoir is drawing to an end. It is an early weekday and the weather is far from perfect in Crowntown this week, so it isn’t particularly crowded. This also has meant that I have been able to escape the worst humiliations so far servicing the guests that tonight were more hungry for our fine dining than the naked, young flesh of our serving maids. I had come to the atrium to say goodbye to a particular patron that I actually was a little fond of. Standing there hugging him in my skimpy maid attire, I accept the kiss on my cheek and good pat on my ass as he tells me he is eagerly looking forward to the ‘booking’ he has with me in the upstairs rooms later this week. He turns to leave, giving me a little wink, and heads to the cloakroom to get his coat from the service cunt posted there.

Just then I notice a middle-aged man enter the lobby of our elite joint restaurant-brothel entertainment complex. A seemingly bewildered man clearly out of place for the Boudoir at this time of the day. Confused, I am immediately intrigued. Ever eager to tackle a mystery that might hold additional benefits for me. Even though more often, it led to the opposite nowadays. But is there anything to lose at this point? Thus, I put on a confident smile, and step forward, quickly folding my hands behind my back like a good little submissive ‘free woman’ should do when greeting a male she hasn’t seen before. My tone is cheerful, flirty. And my blue bright eyes study you with curiosity. The curiosity that comes with years of working here, and meeting a guest as unusual.

“Good evening, Sir? How may I serve you?” I stop to observe the clear distraught and confusion on your face. I glance at the couches lining up one of the walls, finely decorated with paintings and sculptures of women nude and in various states of bondage. Of course, the little tables in front of the couches are glass sheets held up by similarly nude women, with collars on their necks and cuffs on their wrists and ankles, obediently staying put in place. “…Maybe you would like to be seated down? May I have something fetched for you to drink? ...Sir?”

((Closed RP with u/Callous-Thunderstorm ))