I don’t understand how anyone could be that pathetic, but alright lol. Good luck with that.

But also... that’s SO SAD? You need a younger woman being mean to you to get off? And you’re just… telling me? Lmao brooooo, you wouldn’t be able to get that out of me with fire ants. That’s so embarrassingggggg! Why would you ADMIT that?!

Is this why you follow me around like a little puppy? Why you show up to things with our mutuals when you know I’m just going to humiliate you in front of everyone? Lmao ohmigod it is, isn’t it? It all makes so much sense now, you little perv. You really do get off on it. You like when I get in your face at a party and make fun of your clothes, or drag you in front of every woman in the room and make you apologize for being such a weird little loser. You like when I make you buy things for me and my friends, or when I make you do me favours. When you were mowing daddy’s lawn all last summer with that crappy push mower, each time you did it, you probably thought, this is it—this is the thing that’s finally going to get her to touch my little dick lol. Just praying I’d finally be out tanning by the pool while you were working, weren’t you? Bet you would have loved to add that to your spankbank, huh, loser?

Do you get twisted up when I remind everyone of all the embarrassing things you’ve done? Or, I guess, all the things you’ve failed to do? How is your podcast going btw? Lmao. Your Twitch channel? Lmfao. Weren’t you writing a book or something? Oh, you gave me a copy? Yeah, no, it’s definitely on my TBR, I totally can’t wait to read that 🙄lmaooo. I mean, maybe if I had more weed to help me focus, maybe then I would consider giving it a try…

But like, you know that I don’t even really like boys that much, right? Lol you’re just out here humiliating yourself for literally zero chance of ever getting to fuck me. Lmaooo that’s sooo funny!

You’re giving major virgin right now, you know that, right? Well not just now lol. We talk about that all the time. Did you know that? My friends and I, we’re like, do you think? Him? Like... has he ever been laid? Even a pity handjob? No, right? Like obviously not. Would you? Hahaha! Of course not. Just the thought of someone making your gross little penis spurt makes us all cringe and laugh. I mean, look at you. Who ever would? You dress like this, you look terrible, you have no confidence, no aura, you’re just awkwardness all the way down, a loose stack of fetishes waiting to be stepped on and ohmigod is THAT why you are always so willing to rub my feet and be my footstool? Because it means you get to touch them? I bet you wish you could suck on my cute little toesies, don’t you? Wish I’d shove my dirty socks in your mouth, huh, loser?

Lmaooo broooo! You’re so grooooss! How are you getting off to this? You’re OLDER than me??? You should be the one in charge??? Why are you like this? Lmao

No, but really: why? Why are you like this? Are you just a massive gooner, or what? Like, is there even have a personality in there or do you just spend every hour of your life jerking off?

Actually ☝️ Shush. I don’t care. Just pick which of our mutuals I’m giving head to tonight instead of you. No, I KNOW I said I don’t like boys, but I don’t like you a whole lot more than I don’t like boys, and making sure you know that I’m sucking someone else’s dick makes it totally worthwhile lmfao

Lol you know what? This actually is kind of fun. I think I’m going to make a little project out of you. I’m going to help you learn your place and make sure that you accept that you’ll never be worthy of any woman. Would you like that, loser? Lmao of course you would.

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Kinks: femdom, being bossy/bratty, size differences, clothed female nude male, premature ejaculation, small penis humiliation, male chastity, older virgins, mean handjobs, ruined orgasms, making you masturbate in front of me/groups, kink shaming, risky sex, public sex, giving humiliation/degradation, dressing slutty/being naked and not letting you touch, cuddling/rubbing against you and not letting you touch, nicknames/namecalling, teasing/orgasm denial, feminization, bondage, foot/body worship, forced/coercive bi, spanking, pegging, crossdressing, makeovers, light ballbusting, financial domination, being spoiled with gifts/attention, being a pillow princess, cucking you and making you watch, younger woman/older man, cheating, being mean to your partner, using you/taking our friendship for granted, reverse harem/why choose, dadbods/chubby/fat men, using my sexuality to take power from someone who should have authority over me, unusual power imbalances, being much more attractive/rich/upper class/out of your league

Limits: Diapers, scat, vomit, extreme physical violence/death

If you’re interested in this dynamic, please message me! My kinks here are flexible and aren't all required. I like to be a bit mean, but I am willing to be more gentle and avoid things like body/kink shaming, name-calling, etc., as needed! In your reply, please take the time to share your own kinks and limits, as well as to indicate what you want to get out of this relationship and what kind of femdom you're looking for. I would like this to be longer term-ish, maybe a few replies a day, or a reply every couple of days, for a few weeks/months as time and desire allow. We can talk about the specifics, but it can be a whole scenario, a series of scenes, or a more abstract thing.

Reddit chat only. Please no photos, asking for references/faceclaims, or asking me to play real people/existing characters. Be respectful. Be excited. Put effort into your first message. I will be away most of the day, so you needn't be first. What I'm looking for is a guy who will be fun to torment and tease, not the guy who shoots fastest. I do love premies, but not like that. 🤭

(All characters and participants must be 18+)

All characters and participants must be 18+

It’s been a long week. I’m tired of making big decisions. You tell me: how are you going to manipulate me into doing what you want? How are you going to trick me, train me, bully me, break me? How are you going to turn my begging for mercy into begging for more?

Dominate me. Corrupt me. Ruin me. Torment me. Humiliate me. Degrade me. Terrorize me. Make me behave. Make me submit. Make it hurt. Make me hate myself for liking it. When you’ve used me to get off and you're bored of me, leave me as a wet, whiny, whimpering puddle who won’t ever be able to stop whispering your name over the hum of my vibrator. Your idea needn't be rough or noncon, but you must be in control.

Consent and boundaries matter, but I am not looking for a dialogue about what I want and how best to please me. You're reading what I want. Know what you want and assert yourself. Reddit chat only. No pictures/references. Effortful starters and replies, please.

Kinks: power imbalances, being used/freeuse, degradation, humiliation, outfit control, body/weight/food control, personality control, physical transformations, becoming dumber/sluttier, being put on display, being groped (especially by groups or by someone I can't call out), being the only one who is nude/under-dressed, being given highly sexual/trashy/out of character makeovers, mind control/mind break, corruption, misogyny, forced sexuality changes, being forced into strict gender roles, domestication/chores/menial tasks, cuckqueaning (especially by a much more attractive/younger (18+)/richer/upper class woman), teasing/orgasm denial, noncon/dubcon, rough and messy facefucking, facials/cum-swallowing, deepthroating, oral/anal/vaginal sex, being fetishized/objectified, hair-pulling, being struck/impact play, bondage, corporal punishment, age gaps, incest, being given to/used by others, forced to take a partner incongruent with my sexuality, raceplay, group sex, being gangbanged, being dominated by someone ugly/much less attractive/beneath me/much younger (but 18+), bucketfuls of cum, so-big-it-hurts dicks, losing my virginity in unusual/frightening/dubious circumstances, being tamed as a brat, struggling for control/losing control/being overpowered, being chased/stalked, being ignored/needing to compete for your attention

Limits: vomit, diapers, scat, extreme physical pain, death—things more on that end. Maybe other stuff, but if not specifically mentioned, feel free to ask.

Please find a bunch of random ideas below, but the short version is: I’m looking for a story where someone will be really mean to me, dominating me, corrupting me, ruining me completely. I’m looking for something dark and twisty, which involves me being at the mercy of someone else.

When playing submissive characters, I like to be treated really poorly. I like to be used, degraded, humiliated, abused, made to be obedient and dependent on another character entirely. I especially love resisting this control, and I love-love-love when I'm made to obey. I love being told what to wear, what to eat, who I can talk to, what I can think and feel, especially if what you desire me to be is in opposition to who I am at the start. For everything else, I enjoy oral sex (especially if I’m giving and it’s degrading/humiliating/rough), anal sex (especially if it hurts at first), vaginal sex, different parts of my body being worshiped/used, worshiping your body, rough sex, gentle sex after being broken, noncon/dubcon, Stockholm syndrome, enemy-to-lover, captive-to-lover, bucketfuls of cum, facefucking, hair-pulling, being struck, group sex, domestication/house chores, being conditioned, breeding, teasing/orgasm denial, being turned into a cuckquean, bondage, corporal punishment, age gaps, callous daddies, stern mothers, being traded to/used by/given to others, possessiveness, being forced to take a partner who is incongruent with my sexuality, mind control/mind break, being made stupider/sluttier, corruption, big dicks—ahaha, so much. Also really into mismatches in attractiveness, especially if I’m playing a beautiful character who is submissive to an ugly character. Fine to play multiple characters from time to time, too.

The things I don’t enjoy are vomit, diapers, scat, extreme physical pain, death—things more on that end—but if you’re interested in something not mentioned, feel free to ask.

All of the prompts here are written as hetero female/male couplings, but I am open to playing whatever, opposite anyone. If these inspire anything, even if not directly related to these prompts or if you think I’d be a fit for something else that you enjoy, please message me. You don't have to read all, or even any, of them. These are less specific ideas that you have to choose from, and more weather vanes pointing towards what I want.

Let me know if you'd be okay with me still reaching out in the near future if I don't reply tonight. Reddit chat only. I don't do photos. I just want to write.

All characters and participants must be 18+.

Thank you!

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My older sister’s psychopathic ex

My sister is several years older than me, and she’s everything I wish I could be. She’s smart, independent, fiercely vocal, a total extrovert, and already well-loved as an associate at one of our city’s most prestigious law firms. She was a literal beauty queen and has smashed through every obstacle in her life without trying. Everyone she’s ever dated has been ridiculously attractive and successful, and every time I meet every one of her partners my brain short circuits—and for the last two years she was dating you. I have fantasized about you a lot since I first met you, and of all the men she’s introduced to our family, you’re the one I’ve almost found the most perfect.

And then, when she told me that your relationship had ended, I was completely confused. I was certain you were the one she was going to marry and have a life with. You were just always so perfect. I was even actually a little angry at her when she told me that she was the one who broke up with you. A bunch of times I tried to casually ask her why she had broken up with you. What was so wrong with him?

Mostly, she brushed my questions off with vague non-answers, but on the night of my twenty-first birthday, when she took me to a club to drink and dance, I again asked her why she had ended your relationship. We were both a little drunk, and finally she confided in me the truth: you are a complete psychopath. You lied to her constantly, you gaslighted her, you abused her, you manipulated her and her friends, made her do things that she wasn’t comfortable with, all while keeping her emotionally fragile and desperately in need of your approval.

That didn’t make any sense to me. I’ve never seen her be manipulated by anyone. When I asked her what exactly you did to her, I could tell she didn’t want to say, but finally I managed to pry it out of her. She told me how, when you first started dating, you made her give you blowjobs constantly, but you insisted that you were super sensitive and needed to use lube in order to enjoy it. You insisted on using a specific kind of lube that had a terrible taste, but my sister was already feeling a need to win your approval, and so she did it, time and time again, giving you head while the taste of your terrible lube filled her mouth and throat. And every time she gave you a blowjob, you would cum in her mouth, and quickly it became the part of the blowjob that she enjoyed the most, because the taste of your cum would wash away the taste of the lube. After about a month of doing this, you quietly stopped using the lube altogether, but by then you had already conditioned her to love the taste of your cum, and every day you made her give you another blowjob, finishing in her mouth every time, getting off on the power you had over her by making her do something that she said she has always hated with other guys.

She told me how you had slowly convinced her to send videos of herself masturbating to you, but made sure she always sent them to a phone that wasn’t your phone, because you couldn’t have naughty things on what was also your work phone. Then, a few months later, you ‘confronted’ her, asking her why she had been sending videos of herself masturbating to some random number. She was completely confused. She knew you had asked her to do that, but through arguing with her and manipulating the records on her own phone, you actually convinced her that you had never asked her to do that. You made her feel crazy and awful, as if she had actually cheated, and you told her the only way to prove to you that she wasn’t cheating was to invite whoever was receiving the videos to your place, saying that if someone showed up without any other conversation, then it confirmed to you that she was having an affair. Hesitantly, she did as you asked, and when the guy arrived, you threw a tantrum, berating her until she was in tears about what a whore she was for doing this to you. The only way she was able to calm you down and win your trust back, after you manipulated her for more than an hour, was to think that it was her idea to suggest to have a threesome with both of you, right then and there.

As she told me this, neither of us understood how exactly you were able to convince her of something so ridiculous at the time, but she had been so overwhelmed that she really thought it was her idea to let the two of you have rough, degrading sex with her. It was only much later, after she discovered that the man was actually a friend of yours, that she began to realize that she had been taken advantage of, and started to piece together all the other ways you were mistreating her and gaslighting her.

Your whole relationship was like this, she told me. You constantly broke her down emotionally and psychologically, you made her do things that she was not at all comfortable with, all in an effort to please you.

She was nearly in tears as we got more and more drunk in that club, and once she started telling me all the things you had done, she couldn’t stop. I did what a sister is supposed to, telling her how horrified and disgusted I was, what a bastard you were, how much I hated you… but the truth is, I have never been so wet as when hearing about how disgusting and depraved you were, how misogynistic and cruel and just fucking evil you were. You were a terrible person, I knew that, but the thought of you doing all of those awful things to me, of taking complete control of me just like you did to her, it made me want you even more.

My favourite author’s favourite YouTube channel

For the last three years, I’ve been running a YouTube channel about my writing journey that has amassed about a thousand subscribers. It has been a really enjoyable process, and I’ve made a lot of friends in the community of inexperienced authors looking to break into the industry. Every once in a while, one of my videos will get an uptick in attention, but usually if my videos break 5k views, it’s a surprise.

To my surprise, though, I’ve managed to get invited to a fan convention that’s happening not far from my hometown. I’m not going as an author, obviously, but the convention is attempting to do some viral marketing by targeting medium and small-sized influencers to get the word out, and I am just over-the-moon excited to get my first real ad deal by being one of these influencers. It seems weird that they included me, as I am by far the smallest channel that seems to be involved in this ad push, but I’m too excited to think about it very hard.

When the time comes, my best friend and I show up to the convention to pick up our badges, but when we do we find that there’s also a special note for us: we have been granted a private interview with you, my absolute favourite author. I didn’t ask for this, but as we find out about what’s in store for us, my best friend and I quietly freak out about the thought of getting to meet you.

The interview is meant to take place in your hotel room, and neither one of us questions it. We don’t have any experience with this sort of thing and we have no idea what is normal or appropriate. We’re both just so excited to meet you.

The moment we enter into your room, you overwhelm us with praise and gratitude, completely overpowering us until we’re just a pair of giggly little dolls incapable of even wondering if you’re manipulating us. You reveal to us that you found my YouTube channel and the video I did mimicking your writing process, and you tell us that you knew right then that you had to have me. In public, you portray yourself as a happily married man, but you can’t help the desires you feel for me—and now both of us—so you arranged this entire weekend, making sure we were invited to the convention and that we would end up in your hotel room. We should be horrified by this revelation, but we’re so wrapped up in the parasocial fantasy of a celebrity wanting us that it doesn’t even faze us. By the end of the weekend, we’re in love with you and think that you’re in love with us—and that we’d do anything to please you, unaware that you’re pushing us deeper and deeper under your control.

The hideous ogre and me

My little brother is a sweet, sensitive, shy angel, and every time he comes into your hobby shop, he leaves upset. You’re the only one in our small town who indulges in his nerdy hobby—whether it’s audio equipment, trading cards, video/board games, art supplies, magic tricks, whatever—so there isn’t even anywhere else for him to go. I’ve promised him that I wouldn’t confront you, but after ruining his weekend once again, I can’t help myself. I’m ten years older than him and tired of seeing him get upset by some stubborn old bastard who can’t even be cordial to children.

I am one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen, and I’ve been living in a bubble of pretty privilege my whole life. I have a reputation for being haughty and proper and thinking I’m better than everyone else because I don’t tolerate people’s foolishness. Even though some people think I’m an ice princess, I’m still used to people fawning over me and apologizing immediately when I call them out, and so I expect to charge into your hobby shop and immediately have you begging for my forgiveness. However, when we come face-to-face, I am stunned by just how ugly you are. You are easily one of the most hideous people I’ve ever seen. Fat, old, unpleasant, missing most of your teeth, musky, covered in warts—someone whose appearance churns my stomach the second I lay eyes on you.

I try to power through my discomfort, accusing you of bullying my brother, but my wavering indignation doesn’t land, and before long, you’ve grown tired of my complaining and my accusations, and you decide to teach the pretty little princess a lesson in manners.

When you’re done dominating and breaking me, you throw me out of your shop. I think it’s all over, until the next day I get a disc in the mail. On it, there’s a recording of you roughly fucking me in the back of your shop, the sounds of my moaning on your huge cock unlike anything I’ve ever heard before—and after you’re done with me in the video, instructions appear on the screen promising that I’m going to have to do a lot more than that to get you to destroy your copy.

I’m not a good girl. I’m just confused.

Everyone thinks I’m so good, so pure. I go around doing and saying all the right things, but you know that I have them all fooled. I mean, look where I’m posting this. A real good girl wouldn’t fantasize about all these kinks. She wouldn’t even have as many kinks as I do. A good girl would be playing Stardew Valley right now, or snuggled up on the couch with her partner, or her cat, or catching up on some emails. She wouldn’t spend her time here, obsessing over all the depraved and slutty things that people might make her do.

What I really am is a perfectionist. A people pleaser. A compliment whore. I don’t want to be good nearly as much as I want people to think I’m good, because what I really value is a little pat on the head, and the tingle I get in my belly when people tell me how well I’ve been behaving tonight, and how pleased they are with everything I’ve done for them. I want that feeling of everyone in the room looking to me, knowing how eagerly I’ve exhausted myself for them—that I’ve done everything to make this evening perfect—just so I can feel that tingle when they shower me in their warm praise.

It feels so good to have people be sweet and nice and grateful. It feels so good to be wanted and needed. But I’ve spent so many years confusing having a praise kink with thinking that I’m an actual, genuine good girl, and I really just need someone to set me straight. Maybe, because I haven’t had as many sexual experiences or partners as some other people, you think I really am still quite innocent, but you know me better than I know myself, just as you know that being a good girl doesn’t make me any less of a complete whore at heart. I mean, look at how much I’ve written, asking someone to prove to me what a slut I am. Does that really seem like something a good girl would do?

It’s been so tiring, all this play-acting, all this keeping up appearances, all this pretending I’m a good, proper, innocent girl—but you can save me. You can help me come to accept my slutty nature so that I don’t have to keep feeling ashamed about getting off to all of the hot things that you know I will enjoy.

Random other scenarios or characters that I find hot

• Kidnapped/lured somewhere while hitchhiking or accepting a ride/help from a stranger
• My boss is really hard on me, demoting me to a demeaning role so he can control what I wear and eventually use the ever-widening power gap to take advantage of me
• A teacher/professor who is using my poor grades/threats of not graduating to have me sleep with other teachers/strangers
• A rough and callous doctor
• A director who only hires me, a nobody actress, in order to sleep with me
• I, a straight-laced good girl, catch the eye of a criminal who makes it his mission to corrupt me into his perfect, submissive slut
• A therapist/psychiatrist who uses my emotional and mental vulnerabilities to control me to fulfill their dark desires
• My dad’s friend catches me in a compromising position and makes me submit to him to keep my secret
• House sitting for rich family friends when a gang arrives to rob the house’s safe
• My boyfriend/best friend slowly takes over managing my micro-famous Instagram account, pushing me towards doing OnlyFans and being his whore
• A bully turns me into a freeuse toy for their partner and/or friend group
• My fitness-obsessed dad wants to turn his chubby (adult) daughter into a supermodel
• My famous actress mom and/or actor dad get me an acting role in a movie I’m wholly unqualified for, but when I have to perform a sex scene, they realize my talents would be much better utilized in porn
• Several years after capturing me and tormenting me for an entire weekend, my stalker sends a video of my best friend, tied up and begging for help, telling me that if I don’t do whatever my stalker wants, he’ll do it to her instead
• At a prison, guards let rich people pay for conjugal visits with me
• My creepy friend-of-a-friend has been secretly brainwashing me for months
• My character is undercover in your criminal organization, and you find out or have known all along
• My trust-fund ex, father to my child, will only give me child support if I fulfill his sexual desires whenever he wants