u/cuckypup

The sound of the rain hitting the window was loud enough to partially muffle the cacophony coming from the street a couple floors below but not enough to overpower the melancholic jazz music coming out of the radio. The smell of cigar and whiskey lingered in the room. Peter was staring at the freshly developed pictures spread on the table in front of him. He had done a good job. But his job was not something to be proud of. The woman had had a moment of weakness, and thanks to him it was all captured on film, ready to be sent to her husband. At least it paid the bills. Barely.

He shook his head as if to chase away his doubts, collected the pictures and inserted them along with an invoice in a large brown envelope that he threw on a pile of outgoing mail. He turned around and looked through the window. There ought to be better gigs out there he thought. When he studied for his PI license he was under the illusion he would be helping people. Instead he was usually stuck collecting evidence against deplorable people for the benefit of other deplorable people. At least he was an equal opportunity bastard, this time it had been the wife he had exposed, but more often than not he was payed to go after the husbands.

Peter stayed at the window, contemplating the people moving in a hurry to avoid getting wet, the cars zipping by on the avenue. He had always enjoyed people watching. Perhaps that was why he had chosen to be PI. The day was coming to an end, the sun was slowly setting. He watched as the sky turned orange then pink, before becoming dark, providing an amazing background for the rows of brightly lit skyscrapers. He was about to grab his coat and go grab dinner when there was a knock on the door.

He turned around, he could see the silhouette of a woman through the translucent glass. He was tempted to tell her to go away. It was late after all. And he was really not in the mood to insert himself into yet another marital dispute. But he could not afford to turn down a prospective client so instead he just said: “Come on in.”

When she entered the room he immediately noticed there was something different about her. She was attractive, dressed elegantly, but it was her confidence that really struck him. She walked in as if she owned the room, or as if she owned him. His instinct told him that she was dangerous. He usually trusted his instincts. They had kept him alive so far, despite his uncanny talent for getting himself in trouble. “What can I do for you Ma’am?” He asked. He really could not afford to turn down a paying customer. Besides, he was not ready to admit it, but there was a part of him that was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

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Hey DPP, I hope you liked my intro! I am looking for a long term partner for a film noir inspired, femdom themed story. We would both play a common archetype: the gritty detective and the femme fatale who eventually corrupts him.

Who is your character exactly? That is up to you. But some ideas: it could be a tale of revenge, she could be a woman who was wronged as part of one of his jobs (either because he completed it successfully or failed it). Or she could simply have her own grand ambitions and decide to use him as a pawn.

For the setting I was thinking a city like New York or Chicago. The time period could be the roaring 20s, the 30s and the depression era or the 50s the golden age of the film noir. These are not set in stone, I am definitely open to suggestions!

Ideally I would prefer to RP over email (you know like proper pen pals).

Some of my favorite kinks include femdom, bondage, impact play, electro play, bdsm, petplay, chastity, latex, leather, toys, praise, body worship, boots worship, sensory deprivation, scent training, edging, and after care.

As for my limits: no underage characters, no scat (a bit of pee is fine), no gore/dismemberment, no heavy torture/snuff

Feel free to send me a DM and tell me a bit about yourself so we can get started.