u/Writing_Buddy98

You have been at sea for months after you finally convinced the spanish crown to give you money for your journey. Eldorado was the goal, the famous city of gold, hidden somewhere in the thick amazonian jungle. Nobody went there before you, only myths and legends surrounded the name. You werent even sure that it existed.

The journey across the ocean alone took everything you and your crew had to give. Weak and exhausted you finally saw land. After a couple days of rest, your cartographer finally found the delta where the Amazonas met the open sea and you started venturing inland.

To your surprise, this land didnt seem fully empty. Every now and again you saw ruins of stone and wood sticking out from the bushes. Idols carved out of a strange material, faces of gods or rulers fencing of the territory of someone.

Then you saw them: After venturing ever deeper into the jungle, your small boat got a leak after whirling around in the strong current of the amazonas. On the shore, while trying to apply a quick fix, a group of women approach you. They are taller than you imagined, strong and speak a foreign language.

You extend your hand in greeting, try to offer them food as a sign of good will, but they raise their spears and before you scream for help, a poison dart hits your neck and you fall into a deep sleep.

You awake in a cage. It is dark and you do now know where you are.

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Kinks: Dom/sub, pain, BDSM, torture, watersports, chastity, orgasm control, insertions etc.

Limits: UA, musk, feet, bimbofication / body modifications

DM me with your kinks and ideas 😄

I am a dominant and abusive step-mother in my fourties. I got with your step-dad a year ago, and while that relationship is going great, I could never really connect with you: His son. You are 24, still live at home, are depressed and lazy, timid and thin, the exact opposite of your dad.

He is handsome and strong and manly, exactly what a woman needs. You kind of disgust me, always hiding in your room playing video games. You never help out in the house either.

Your dad has left for an important business trip, he is the breadwinner after all, even paying for your useless college degree (and my shopping).

I am home, trying to relax by doing yoga in the backyard, when i hear you yelling to some dude on the computer. "No, i am not short, stop saying that. Stop bullying me."

I smile. You are short. And not only that. You are weak and shy as well. Pathetic.

Later that evening, i am cooking downstairs (for me only) and you come down because it smells lovely. It would be here that we start the RP.

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Thanks for reading. I hope you liked the little starter. The RP would focus heavily on things such as bullying, humiliation, submission etc. I would bully you, make you feel small and useless and make you do things just to amuse me. You are shy and submissive and would hesitate but finally give in to avoid fighting.

I love slow-burning roleplays, so I am looking for a literate writing partner, who can share their emotions and internal thoughts through text. RP:Smut should be 60:40 or higher.

Kinks: Dom/sub, BDSM, pain, chastity, watersports, humiliation, cucking etc.

Limits: UA, musk, body modifications / bimbofication (open to sissyfication but only small amounts), absolutely no DDLG or similar.

DM me 😄

TLDR: 18th Century RP, where your character is a peasant living in a village belonging to my husband, who is the count of the region. You are poor and alone, your parents died last winter and the other villagers think that you are cursed and avoid you. When my husband and I visit the town to collect the grain tax, we meet and you beg for a job. I would take you under my care but under strict conditions.

Looking for a literate roleplayer, who can convey the emotions of their character, likes a slow-burning story, and is into darker kinks.

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Its a warm summer morning when my husband, the Countess of Rockshire, and myself are riding down the hill where our lavish estate is located, through the forest my husband always hunts in, and down to one of the three villages that tend the fields around the castle.

The villagers are prepared, they even arranged a little table in the town square with the best chair they could find, for my husband to sit and debate, decide and, of course, collect.

I stand beside him, smile, play my part, talk to the midwife, the wife of the smith and ask about their kids. Until i spot you. You stand out from the crowd like a sore thumb. Thin, dirty, maybe 23 years old, you lean against the post of a house a bit away from the others. Nobody looks at you, no family stands near you. When it is your turn to offer the tax and you walk up to stand in front of my husband, tears run down your cheeks as you explain that you cannot pay anything. Your parents died last winter, the fever took them, and now you are trying your best to simply survive and based on your thin waist, even that is becoming difficult.

My husband gives the town eldest a questioning, almost annoyed look, and he in turn looks at you with disgust, like you carry plague, or worse, waiting for you to explain yourself, or even better, just vanish.

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Thats the basic setup, we can discuss how to continue. Its really important to me that your character would share their emotions in the roleplay. You are shy, submissive, afraid, anxious etc.

Kinks: First of all a slow-burning and well written story, then everything BDSM dom/sub, humiliation, pain etc. Let me know your kinks 😄
Limits: UA, musk, bad endings

Dating has been rough for you. Most men seemed to ignore you, and even if they didnt, you were their side-chick at best. Then they dropped you once anything better came along. Which seemed to happen frequently.

So you tried living the single life for a while, working on yourself. Substance abuse, periods of depression, intent to self-harm... the list goes on. You are a wreck.

Then you got an idea, a speck of hope: Why not trade dating a woman? It couldnt be worse than dating men... You downloaded a dating app, switched the filter to women only and started looking, but most were not to your liking. Too young, too pretty, too... normal?

By coincidence we matched. You didnt even know why you swiped but you did anyway. I was at least 15 years older, in my early fourties, tall, dark-red hair. With my formal and expensive looking clothes, I seemed to radiate authority but also something else: Peace. Like surrendering control to me would finally make your brain shut up, stop worrying.

It didnt take long until we decided to meet in a bar. You are nervous and shy and arrived 20 minutes early, afraid to make a bad impression. The RP starts when I walk into the bar.

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Thanks for reading. This setup is flexible, but the main idea is not: Giving up control. The suave older woman will take care of her new pet, her new posession, however she sees fit.

I am looking for a slow-burning story that focuses on the non-sexual aspect (in the beginning at least) of a dom/sub relationship.

Kinks: Dom/sub, giving tasks, embarassing / humiliating the other partner, BDSM, pain, chastity, watersports, etc. We do not have to include all kinks. Msg me with your kinks/limits please.

Limits: Below 21, Musk, bimbofication, ddlg (or anything similar).

Hey all, I am in the mood for a RP focused on submission and humiliation. Kinks would include BDSM, pain, pet play, humiliation etc.

I like slow-burning long-term RPs, so dont expect to get into smut right away. Genders can be changed, but you should be the submissive.

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Its lonely where you lived. The small village in the middle of nowhere housed maybe 150 people and you knew all of them. Thats how things are in Greencreek. When the church bell rang, everyone dropped their work for a moment and headed into the town center along the dusty road. Cars are forbidden and so is most modern technology. "It makes you stray from the true focus in life and that is praying", said the pastor Thomson, when asked by you even had to till the land with medieval tools.

You are Abigail Swan, 24, and a certainly a special case. People give you weird looks because you are yet unmarried and a virgin. Usually, women from around here get married right when they turn 18, but nobody knocked on your door. That gave people the idea that something must be wrong. Your thin body may not be much to look at but you have a good heart! Doesnt that count for anything anymore?

As the pastor finished talking about his favorite bible scene, he ends the sermon with news: A smith would finally come to town. The whole town has been looking for one for ages, one to fix carts and horseshoes, someone to rely on when the rake broke down. When you step outside into the scorching midday sun, you already see a change: A construction side a bit away from the town center. Lots of wood and dust: Someone seems to be building a house. You carefully approach, knowing about your low standing in this conservative community and the high status of the requested smith.

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Note: We can do the RP also in medieval times, then the "no technologies" topic can be excluded completely. Dm me with your ideas ;)