u/lofty888

(Hi there! I’m looking to explore a mother/daughter roleplay where our two characters are prim and proper, intelligent feminists corrupted into…something else. What direction this goes in is very much open for discussion. If you’re interested, I would love to hear from you, my prompt is written as the daughter but I am open to playing the mother too if you would prefer that. I RP in third person on Discord, but prefer to discuss on reddit first, thanks!)

Mollie-May Sinclair had just finished celebrating a wonderful 18th birthday. She had been spoiled, given the perfect gifts, been made her favoruite breakfast, taken out to a museum, and then gone to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Most importantly, she had spent the day with her favourite person in the whole world, her mother.

Mollie and her mother had always been very close. They looked more like sisters and acted more like best friends. They were both intelligent, politically minded, strong-willed and opinionated women. They were nerdy feminists with a love of art, history, culture, and most of all, literature. They were, at their heart, bookworms who loved nothing more than curling together with a couple of books, reading in silence, but always together.

Mollie’s mum was a wonderful mother; Mollie couldn’t ask for anyone better. She was kind, loving, and an excellent role model; she took care of Mollie while allowing her to maintain her independence, grow, and make her own decisions. Well, most of the time. There were a few things her mother was very strict about. Firstly, she did not want Mollie to date or party. She wanted Mollie to focus on her education. This, Mollie completely agreed with. She wanted to focus on her education. That was what was most important to a young woman like herself; there would be time for partying when she was older. Secondly, her mother did not like to talk about Mollie’s father. Mollie had never met her father. All her mother had told her was that it had been his decision not to be involved in her life, and that she would explain more when Mollie was older. This, Mollie, was ok with too. She didn’t need a dad when she had the best mum in the whole world.

Finally, there was one rule that did cause a bit of tension between Mollie and her mother. Mollie’s mum was strictly against social media. Mollie understood why, of course. Social media was dangerous, but it could also be used for good, and, well, it could be fun! Sometimes Mollie felt like she was the only teenager in the world without Instagram or TikTok. She knew what her mum was worried about, but if Mollie did have Instagram, she would mostly use it to post nature pictures, art she liked, maybe even some of her own poetry. Perhaps the occasional photo of herself, but nothing inappropriate, nothing she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with her mother.

Mollie’s mother had told her that she could make her own decisions when she was an adult, and now she was 18. An adult who could make her own decisions. Still, she felt like she needed to ask her mother’s permission, or at least ask her opinion. Mollie always took her mum’s opinion into account when making all her decisions, big or small, from what to wear or have for breakfast to which university to attend or what career to pursue.

They returned home from dinner, and Mollie carefully took off her heels. They were new, like everything Mollie was wearing tonight. Her mother had bought her new heels that made her feel so grown up, but started to hurt her feet after a while. She had also bought a new dress: black, modest but sophisticated and elegant; new makeup; and even new underwear! Her first set of lingerie! Black, lace, and soft against her skin. The lingerie had, her mother said, been a bit of a joke present, but it also signified that her mum understood that Molle was a woman now. Mollie appreciated the gesture, and well, she actually liked the underwear it was kind of…sexy. She had never owned anything sexy before.

“Tea, mum?” Mollie asked, heading to the kitchen to brew a pot of relaxing chamomile tea. They had shared a bottle of wine at dinner, another sign that her mum was treating her as an adult, and Mollie needed something non-alcoholic before bed. When she made the tea, Mollie brought both cups to the sofa and joined her mother, tucking her legs underneath her as she sat down. “So, um, mum, there’s…something I wanted to ask you.” She said nervously, looking up at her mother.

Mollie-May Sinclair had just finished celebrating a wonderful 18th birthday. She had been spoiled, given the perfect gifts, been made her favoruite breakfast, taken out to a museum, and then gone to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Most importantly, she had spent the day with her favourite person in the whole world, her mother, Marine.

Mollie and her mother had always been very close. They looked more like sisters and acted more like best friends. They were both intelligent, politically minded, strong-willed and opinionated women. They were nerdy feminists with a love of art, history, culture, and most of all, literature. They were, at their heart, bookworms who loved nothing more than curling together with a couple of books, reading in silence, but always together.

Marine was a wonderful mother; Mollie couldn’t ask for anyone better. She was kind, loving, and an excellent role model; she took care of Mollie while allowing her to maintain her independence, grow, and make her own decisions. Well, most of the time. There were a few things her mother was very strict about. Firstly, she did not want Mollie to date or party. She wanted Mollie to focus on her education. This, Mollie completely agreed with. She wanted to focus on her education. That was what was most important to a young woman like herself; there would be time for partying when she was older. Secondly, her mother did not like to talk about Mollie’s father. Mollie had never met her father. All her mother had told her was that it had been his decision not to be involved in her life, and that she would explain more when Mollie was older. This, Mollie, was ok with too. She didn’t need a dad when she had the best mum in the whole world.

Finally, there was one rule that did cause a bit of tension between Mollie and her mother. Mollie’s mum was strictly against social media. Mollie understood why, of course. Social media was dangerous, but it could also be used for good, and, well, it could be fun! Sometimes Mollie felt like she was the only teenager in the world without Instagram or TikTok. She knew what her mum was worried about, but if Mollie did have Instagram, she would mostly use it to post nature pictures, art she liked, maybe even some of her own poetry. Perhaps the occasional photo of herself, but nothing inappropriate, nothing she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with her mother.

Mollie’s mother had told her that she could make her own decisions when she was an adult, and now she was 18. An adult who could make her own decisions. Still, she felt like she needed to ask her mother’s permission, or at least ask her opinion. Mollie always took her mum’s opinion into account when making all her decisions, big or small, from what to wear or have for breakfast to which university to attend or what career to pursue.

They returned home from dinner, and Mollie carefully took off her heels. They were new, like everything Mollie was wearing tonight. Her mother had bought her new heels that made her feel so grown up, but started to hurt her feet after a while. She had also bought a new dress: black, modest but sophisticated and elegant; new makeup; and even new underwear! Her first set of lingerie! Black, lace, and soft against her skin. The lingerie had, her mother said, been a bit of a joke present, but it also signified that her mum understood that Molle was a woman now. Mollie appreciated the gesture, and well, she actually liked the underwear it was kind of…sexy. She had never owned anything sexy before.

“Tea, mum?” Mollie asked, heading to the kitchen to brew a pot of relaxing chamomile tea. They had shared a bottle of wine at dinner, another sign that her mum was treating her as an adult, and Mollie needed something non-alcoholic before bed. When she made the tea, Mollie brought both cups to the sofa and joined her mother, tucking her legs underneath her as she sat down. “So, um, mum, there’s…something I wanted to ask you.” She said nervously, looking up at her mother. 

Mollie-May Sinclair had just finished celebrating a wonderful 18th birthday. She had been spoiled, given the perfect gifts, been made her favoruite breakfast, taken out to a museum, and then gone to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Most importantly, she had spent the day with her favourite person in the whole world, her mother.

Mollie and her mother had always been very close. They looked more like sisters and acted more like best friends. They were both intelligent, politically minded, strong-willed and opinionated women. They were nerdy feminists with a love of art, history, culture, and most of all, literature. They were, at their heart, bookworms who loved nothing more than curling together with a couple of books, reading in silence, but always together.

Mollie's mum was a wonderful mother; Mollie couldn’t ask for anyone better. She was kind, loving, and an excellent role model; she took care of Mollie while allowing her to maintain her independence, grow, and make her own decisions. Well, most of the time. There were a few things her mother was very strict about. Firstly, she did not want Mollie to date or party. She wanted Mollie to focus on her education. This, Mollie completely agreed with. She wanted to focus on her education. That was what was most important to a young woman like herself; there would be time for partying when she was older. Secondly, her mother did not like to talk about Mollie’s father. Mollie had never met her father. All her mother had told her was that it had been his decision not to be involved in her life, and that she would explain more when Mollie was older. This, Mollie, was ok with too. She didn’t need a dad when she had the best mum in the whole world.

Finally, there was one rule that did cause a bit of tension between Mollie and her mother. Mollie’s mum was strictly against social media. Mollie understood why, of course. Social media was dangerous, but it could also be used for good, and, well, it could be fun! Sometimes Mollie felt like she was the only teenager in the world without Instagram or TikTok. She knew what her mum was worried about, but if Mollie did have Instagram, she would mostly use it to post nature pictures, art she liked, maybe even some of her own poetry. Perhaps the occasional photo of herself, but nothing inappropriate, nothing she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with her mother.

Mollie’s mother had told her that she could make her own decisions when she was an adult, and now she was 18. An adult who could make her own decisions. Still, she felt like she needed to ask her mother’s permission, or at least ask her opinion. Mollie always took her mum’s opinion into account when making all her decisions, big or small, from what to wear or have for breakfast to which university to attend or what career to pursue.

They returned home from dinner, and Mollie carefully took off her heels. They were new, like everything Mollie was wearing tonight. Her mother had bought her new heels that made her feel so grown up, but started to hurt her feet after a while. She had also bought a new dress: black, modest but sophisticated and elegant; new makeup; and even new underwear! Her first set of lingerie! Black, lace, and soft against her skin. The lingerie had, her mother said, been a bit of a joke present, but it also signified that her mum understood that Molle was a woman now. Mollie appreciated the gesture, and well, she actually liked the underwear it was kind of…sexy. She had never owned anything sexy before.

“Tea, mum?” Mollie asked, heading to the kitchen to brew a pot of relaxing chamomile tea. They had shared a bottle of wine at dinner, another sign that her mum was treating her as an adult, and Mollie needed something non-alcoholic before bed. When she made the tea, Mollie brought both cups to the sofa and joined her mother, tucking her legs underneath her as she sat down. “So, um, mum, there’s…something I wanted to ask you.” She said nervously, looking up at her mother.

Hi there! I am looking for someone interested in joining me in a roleplay centred around the mutual corruption and or bimbofication of our characters. The exact plot details are very much open for discussion, but I have a few different ideas. The general themes I want to explore are both of our characters going from intelligent, respected women and transforming into sluts, I think it could be really fun to explore.

Perhaps our characters are rivals, in the workplace, in politics, or in some other field, and they slowly try to outdo each other, pushing themselves further and further until they no longer recognise themselves.

Maybe we are mother and daughter, the daughter begins to explore her sexuality and the mother, eager to allow her daughter to be independent, whilst also keeping her safe, follows her down a road of corruption.

We could explore something where both our characters are older, friends in loveless marriages, sexually frustrated, who begin supporting one another to cheat and have affairs. 

There are plenty of other ideas, too; these are just the first few that sprang to mind. If you are interested, I would love to discuss ideas with you so we can create something fun and exciting together.

I am looking for someone to roleplay third person on Discord; however, I prefer to discuss things on Reddit first. I enjoy roleplay that is a mix of plot and smut with a lot of build-up and a focus on sexual tension. 

I’m looking forward to hearing from you so we can discuss more!

(HI there! Today I am looking to explore a corruption roleplay, but with a twist. I am looking to play a good-hearted, well-meaning, intelligent, respected feminist who finds herself in a position of power and slowly realises how addictive it can be to abuse that power.

I would love for you to play a new hire, perhaps even my character's new secretary. My character has hired you for your skill, intelligence, work ethic, attitude, and values, but over time, my character learns just how much control she has over yours, and how far your character is willing to go to please her new boss.

I only roleplay on Discord and only in third person, but I prefer to discuss things on Reddit first. I’m looking for something with a mix of plot and smut, but importantly, I want there to be a lot of sexual tension with a slow build-up, with corruption of potentially both our characters, maybe your character also goes from an ambitious feminist eager to learn from my character to a provocatively dressed siren eager to do anything her boss wishes.) 

Anna Jones had just won a hard-fought election. Anna was a lawyer who had recently dipped her toes into politics. She had been something of a revelation, a new voice who was not a part of the established elite. Anna was from a working-class background and had earned everything she had through hard work, intelligence, and perseverance.

Now, Anna had found herself as Minister for Education. It was an honour she took very seriously. Anna was passionate about education and about changing the system. She felt several areas of education were inadequate and was eager to improve them. Anna was a passionate, outspoken feminist, which of course made her a target for misogyny and sexism, but Anna had stood up to her critics and found herself in a position where she could finally make real change.

Anna’s new job was very demanding, and part of the role required her to take on a secretary. Anna had been told there were people who could help with the recruitment process, but Anna chose to take on the task herself. She wanted to hire the right person. Someone who would be good at the job, but also matched her values and beliefs.

Anna had briefly worked as a secretary herself when she was in law school, and it had been… humiliating. She left after only a few weeks when she realised all her boss wanted was a young woman who would wear a short skirt and a pretty smile. Anna vowed never to treat her secretary like that.

(Thank you so much for reading! If this has caught your eye, I would love to hear from you to discuss more! I would love to discuss your character, how we see the story/relationship developing, and where to start. Maybe we start with your character's job interview, her first day, or a few weeks into the job. Looking forward to hearing from you!)

 'I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+'

(HI there! Today I am looking to explore a corruption roleplay, but with a twist. I am looking to play a good-hearted, well-meaning, intelligent, respected feminist who finds herself in a position of power and slowly realises how addictive it can be to abuse that power.

I would love for you to play a new hire, perhaps even my character's new secretary. My character has hired you for your skill, intelligence, work ethic, attitude, and values, but over time, my character learns just how much control she has over yours, and how far your character is willing to go to please her new boss.

I only roleplay on Discord and only in third person, but I prefer to discuss things on Reddit first. I’m looking for something with a mix of plot and smut, but importantly, I want there to be a lot of sexual tension with a slow build-up, with corruption of potentially both our characters, maybe your character also goes from an ambitious feminist eager to learn from my character to a provocatively dressed siren eager to do anything her boss wishes.) 

Anna Jones had just won a hard-fought election. Anna was a lawyer who had recently dipped her toes into politics. She had been something of a revelation, a new voice who was not a part of the established elite. Anna was from a working-class background and had earned everything she had through hard work, intelligence, and perseverance.

Now, Anna had found herself as Minister for Education. It was an honour she took very seriously. Anna was passionate about education and about changing the system. She felt several areas of education were inadequate and was eager to improve them. Anna was a passionate, outspoken feminist, which of course made her a target for misogyny and sexism, but Anna had stood up to her critics and found herself in a position where she could finally make real change.

Anna’s new job was very demanding, and part of the role required her to take on a secretary. Anna had been told there were people who could help with the recruitment process, but Anna chose to take on the task herself. She wanted to hire the right person. Someone who would be good at the job, but also matched her values and beliefs.

Anna had briefly worked as a secretary herself when she was in law school, and it had been… humiliating. She left after only a few weeks when she realised all her boss wanted was a young woman who would wear a short skirt and a pretty smile. Anna vowed never to treat her secretary like that.

(Thank you so much for reading! If this has caught your eye, I would love to hear from you to discuss more! I would love to discuss your character, how we see the story/relationship developing, and where to start. Maybe we start with your character's job interview, her first day, or a few weeks into the job. Looking forward to hearing from you!)