Out in the real world, far from the realm of fantasy, there is "you." She shows up to work on time, she's assertive. She has great ideas, she eats right, goes to the gym, she stands up for herself. She's a paragon of what a modern woman should be. But, lurking underneath the surface, there's another version of "you", isn't there? She's tired of putting on the facade, she's tired of being a striver, she finds standing up for herself exhausting. She wants to let go. She enjoys letting go. She comes out a little at a time. When you're in bed trying to fuck yourself to sleep watching something depraved, when you find a partner worthy of seeing this part of you, when you need a little bit of a vacation from the mundane.
She thinks of a dozen hands on her limbs, She thinks of bruises on her throat. She thinks of being violated by strangers, treated like nothing but a disposable toy by men intent on breaking her down, humiliating her. She wants it to gain some freedom in her life. She sees the escape that comes from submission. The respite from making decisions, the safety of no longer choosing, but having things chosen for you. It's a welcome break.
The intensity of arousal, pain and shame. The catharsis of pleasure and pain , the pure sublimation of one's will. She wants that, if only for a little while.
If this sounds like you, then I think we should talk. I am very experienced with roleplaying, and love to run scenes with an emphasis on dubcon. My favorite aspect is the psychological part of it all. I do have some scenes at the ready to give you an idea of what I have in mind, and while I can certainly play these, I'd also love to chat with you and workshop something entirely unique.
Trapped in Porn
You answered an ad on Instagram/TikTok, they were looking for "hot girls" for modelling. A DM and a video call later, a professional looking woman was asking you to expose yourself to her. She was a bit curt, but very clinical, and then she gave you the pitch: Appear in a porn movie. She seemed to be on the up-and-up, sending a quick $100 immediately with no pressure for appearing nude in the interview, but informing you that there was much more to be made. She insisted that the videos were paid and private for wealthy clients, with a full NDA and legal protection offered. There was no chance this was coming back on you. Accepting the offer (hesitantly or eagerly), she sends you an address, a business park in the suburbs.
When you arrive, you're taken into a sprawling studio in a warehouse, and your audition begins. The payday is incredible, enough for a year of tuition, or the down payment on a condo, but only if you perform to their satisfaction. Things ramp up severely until you find yourself on a live cam stream being used and dominated based on the whims of the viewers, offering money for each indignity.
Inept Adventurer (Fantasy)
This scene takes place in a fantasy setting. While I do enjoy worldbuilding, I am not seeking to write a campaign setting or novel, so while worldbuilding is cool, I'd prefer we keep it in the bounds of the characters involved and it happen organically.
You have worked at the tavern for a few years now. Cleaning tables, serving drinks. You did always find that part of the job extremely dull, but there were some perks. Whenever you had a free moment, you'd spent your time trying to pry information out of the heroes, villains and mercenaries that made their way into the tavern. Their tales were so exciting, and the rewards so rich, how could you resist?
Many went missing, and you heard rumors of their dark fates pass your way through gossip, but you tried to push it out of your mind. Excitement, danger, carousing, tales of triumph and wealth. That's what you wanted. You begged them to give you tips on adventuring, a bit of combat training, tricks on picking locks, and enough were happy to oblige.
You saved up money and bought bestiaries, combat manuals, books on magical concepts and you think you might have it. The adventurers eventually encourage you to take a job, but you're deeply unprepared, you don't know, but you are. It's going to be a rough evening.
You trained as best you could over the past year, begging the heroes in your bar to teach you a bit of fighting. You practiced picking locks and studied basic magical concepts in your free time, perhaps even learning how to cast a spell or two. You saved up your meager pay to purchase books on local monsters or combat manuals, trying to arm yourself with knowledge that might help. Eventually, you were able to fit in with the heroes at the bar and speak to them on your own terms. They were encouraging you to give it a try, you certainly seemed like you knew your stuff.
Sugar Daddy (Long Term)
You thought this would be easy. Get dolled up nicely and be arm candy for some rich guy, get paid, maybe a handjob at the most, but you ended up in way over your head.
He's rude. He's boorish. He's blunt. But he also has a lot of money, and he makes you an offer that's nearly impossible to refuse. A massive sum of money, enough to buy you a condo, or pay your way through postgrad, but it comes at a price. One Year. One full year of being at his beck and call, of doing whatever he says, with anyone he says. He fully expects you to give up part way through and forfeit, and is trying his best to degrade you, humiliate you and hurt you to make sure you do.
This works best as a long term scene with different scenes making up the whole as your Daddy invents new ways to see how low you'll go in hopes of getting the money.
Room Service:
You've just started work at a hotel, and unbeknownst to you, the management there provides some very "in-depth" room service. It might be an upscale joint where the professionally dressed women at the front desk come back down the elevator with smeared makeup and a grin on their face every so often, or perhaps it's a seedy motel where the guests are able to bend the maid over their cart at will and bill it to the room.
The core of the scene is repetition. You'll take calls to the rooms and satisfy the guests, then be sent back to the office to do your regular work until the next call comes in. Easy enough at first, but as the hours tick by, you'll find yourself becoming more and more used, defiled and sore.
Walk of Shame
This isn't the typical frat party gangbang scene, it begins just as that scene is over, as the men finish with you. You're tossed out onto the street, not given a chance to clean up, stuck in torn clothing with a broken high heel and reminders of your abuse drying on your cheeks and dripping out of you. You're a mess.
That's when the real scene begins. Perhaps you flag down a passing car, perhaps you bump into some guys on the long walk home. They appear sympathetic, but things take a turn for the worse fairly quickly and you find yourself at the mercy of a group of depraved men all over again.
Prison Mistake
They call you "Ice Cunt". You have not made a friend of the prisoners. They do not like you one bit. By the book, by the rules, 100%. Your interpretations of the rules are even harsh by prison standards. By the way you've done your job, you've assured a few dozen sick, fucked up men have a lasting grudge against you.
Tonight, everything goes sideways. You're a new hire so you don't want to rock any boats, but your coworker called in sick and they couldn't find a replacement. It's against union rules, you could easily refuse the duty, but since you're so new, you decide to go along to get along. This was a mistake.
An error lets the inmates out, and they are waiting to get their hands on you.
Therapy (Long Term)
You're a fresh grad, inexperienced and idealistic. You've always believed that even the worst human being can be improved, they just need someone to listen, to let them in. Dealing with this client, this is a devastating mistake.
A cult leader awaiting trial on bail. A sociopath. A sadist. A manipulator. Witty, charming and handsome, his overall bearing is disarming, even gentle. His victims speak highly of him and ask for clemency for his "mistakes", but the marks they bore, the stories of witnesses tell a completely different story.
You've read his file. You know the awful things he's done, how he debased these women not simply because of lust, but because he *could*. Because it was possible, because he had buried himself so deep inside their heads it was a vulgar exercise of power, a display of his skill. But you know better, don't you? You won't fall for his lies, and perhaps you can help him by making him feel remorse for his actions. Perhaps.
The Debt:
Maybe you made a terrible decision and relied on an alternative lender for your school or business plan. Maybe your dad has a gambling problem, maybe your sister is an addict, or your boyfriend attempted to sell drugs but only managed to lose these people's money.
Regardless, there's money owed. Maybe you owe it and make an offer to work it off. Maybe you offer to intercede on your loved one's behalf. Regardless, you're trapped in a terrible situation with men who are both interested in gratifying themselves with your body, and making as many dollars as possible off of it. Maybe they turn you into a yacht girl, serving the wealthy for big bucks. Maybe they post you up in a filthy motel for online Johns, maybe they put you on the street, send you to a truck stop.
Things I Enjoy: Gangbangs, rough sex, breathplay, large insertions/stretching, psychological domination and humiliation, dubcon, body betrayal, mind break, sloppy deepthroat, multiple creampies, putting your used and abused body on display, body writing, raceplay (less focused on slurs, more on power dynamics), size differences (petite/small chested), filming, interrogation/confession, fear, detail, sensory descriptions (sounds and sensations)
Acceptable with the right partner: Fantasy/SciFi Settings (so long as the scene is primary and worldbuilding secondary), monstrous partners (me playing the monster), tentacles, dark scenes, heavy pain play. Full-on non-con (I prefer dub or transition to more consent through body betrayal)
Hard Limits: Bathroom, real people/celebs/fandom characters, partners with penises, submissive men contacting me, furry/anthro, asking me to play submissive, anything illegal, hard reply length expectations and overly self-serious writer types.
Vibe:
My vision of an ideal scene is a feeling. A vague memory. A sensation. A weak, sighed moan, a body tensing up and falling limp, the sight of a dripping, broken hole. Your face streaked with the furrows of tears through your makeup. Thoroughly used, so used that nothing matters any more.
A face of terror and arousal all at the same time as you are afflicted with a mind-destroying orgasm with a belt tightly around your neck, unsure if he'll let go before you pass out, and the shameful realization that it's that uncertainty that made you cum as hard as you did.
Meta:
I'm flexible, but tend to reply fast in dynamic replies based on the situation. Sometimes it's one line to keep the scene moving, sometimes it's a few descriptive paragraphs when there's a lot to describe. I prefer DMs for detailed scenes, but contact by chat to talk/figure out details and Discord are also an option. If you like the general vibe I'm suggesting but have your own ideas, let me know, I think workshopping together or a friendly chat can be just as fun as the scene itself