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Elmer Hadley was not doing what he was supposed to. At 52, he had built quite the life for himself, both financially and in terms of his public persona. He was the head pastor at a mega church. It wasn’t one of those massive arena-sized churches with a Jumbotron and pyrotechnics and everything else. The humble Elmer often jokingly referred to those as “ultra churches” and to his as a “modest mega church.” This was often good for a titter from the crowd.

Still, it was nothing to shake a stick at. The facility had a 1200 seat auditorium, a Sunday school with ten classrooms, and an athletic center. It also had a large (and blessedly tax-free) revenue stream. Church membership did not require payment, but their were four tiers of membership with only the bottom tier being free. Access to the athletic facility, Sunday school classes, Bible studies, social events and more also had their own feeds. And of course the good pastor emphasized the importance of tithing and that the construction of His Kingdom was not free.

He tried to keep it grounded though. He fancied himself more of a Joel Osteen than a Kenneth Copeland. He’d had no plastic surgery. He allowed his curly hair to grow out and streak with gray. He kept his physique tight with laps in his backyard pool (a minor indulgence as he’d always said). He made sure to avoid ostentatious displays of his wealth. He drove a sleek but practical Cadillac, wore simple wristwatch, and dressed in smart but understated suits. He was soft spoken and even erudite on some days rather than pure fire and brimstone.

But like any American mega church pastor, he absolutely relied on the ignorance and prejudice of his flock. He fear mongered about sexual immorality, about satanism, about communism and about everything else they did not understand and reflexively feared. And like most other of those pastors, it was a front.

In fact, Pastor Hadley was a great enjoyer of sexual immorality. He’d perused internet pornography casually at first when his marital sex life became deader than disco. That was almost a decade ago. Today he consumed more intense BDSM porn, almost all of it centered on women dominating and degrading men. The women in these videos were often exactly the type he denigrated in his sermons, tattooed, blue haired, short haired, alternative, gothic young women. They were his absolute favorite. They made him weak.

He would shut himself up in his study and edge and goon for hours on end, breathlessly pumping to videos and images of mean, bratty, latex-clad dommes, of simpering men kissing their boots and receiving their whips and taking their strap ons. It had become all he wanted. He’d even spent a pretty penny on online models and dommes to chat with, but he’d still been too afraid to take the plunge and live his fantasy.

That is, until he met you…

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And who are you? Well obviously you’re the woman who brings our hypocritical pastor to his knees. Obviously I see her as being the image of that type of woman he fear mongers about: a goth/alt babe, possibly covered in tats, possibly pierced or dyed, possibly all of the above. I have COPIOUS references for you to choose from if you’re interested. I see her as somewhere on the witch-leftwinger spectrum. Maybe both, maybe either or. I can see a lot of fun coming from her making him cry out lefty slogans as she whips him with his own belt. It could also be fun for her to tie him down in the center of a pentagram and have him forsake all other deities but her. Food for thought!

Another major question is who she is in relation to him. She could be a pure outsider, a model he’s chatting with online who somehow discovers his identity and decides to make him pay for his hypocrisy (all to her benefit of course). Maybe she’s more connected than that. Perhaps she grew up in his church and is now seeking revenge. Or maybe she’s a local activist tired of his political screeds and influence, looking to hijack both for herself. Maybe she’s simply a neighbor, a college classmate of his daughter or some other random connection like that. I’m open to your ideas!

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, cock milking, creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, kink shaming, kink shaming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

Hello!

I’m a 26 year old man living in the Milwaukee area. I work 9-5 as a white collar professional. Outside of work I like to read, watch movies, play video games and enjoy nature. Physically, I’m 5’11” with broad shoulders and a medium build; not skinny and not overweight. I’m buzzed/bald with a beard and glasses. I’m tan with brown hair. My dick is average and on the girthy side. Past partners have used the phrase “boyfriend dick”. I’m happy to provide sfw pictures in messages and if we hit it off maybe a little less sfw.

My kink experience as sub has mostly been limited to online roleplay (a community in which I’m fairly active). I have a fair amount of vanilla experience and some experience as a dom. I do come with toys! Namely a collar/leash, chastity cages and plugs. I’m also not opposed to making further investments in more toys provided I had the right partner.

Kinks and whatnot are in my prompts and past posts in this community. Generally into orgasm control, pegging, face sitting, pussy worship, boot and foot worship, worship in general, anal play, tease and denial, humiliation, bondage and impact play. Check out my other posts in this community to see a journal entry on my ongoing chastity journey, my increased curiousity for medfet, and so much more! I’ve been wearing my cage for longer and longer to get used to it. If only someone else had the key…

Hard limits include feminization, sph, scat, blood and illegality (aside from a little weed lol).

I’m very interested in finally exploring submission with an irl partner so please be prepared to meet locally. I’m happy to host and of course meet publicly to get a feel for one another.

As to you, I’m leaving it fairly open ended. My preference is someone around my age, but that’s not a hard rule either. I’m hoping we connect just on a general level before getting to anything sexual irl. I’d love to chat and get to know you. Grab coffee and discuss everything from books to movies to kink. I want someone I’m comfortable with as a friend before taking that leap into irl kink. I’m open to things developing to a romantic level, but that’s not what I’m looking for exclusively either so if you’re only looking for a friend and a playmate, this ad is still for you.

Anyway, enough of my yammering on. See you in the DMs. I can’t wait for you (yes you specifically!!) to introduce yourself.

I’m Davy and I think I’m becoming a pervert. It had started with the standard stuff, front page of the porn site content mostly. But as time went on I’d begun to drift into kinkier and kinkier content. Attribute it to whatever you like (shifting culture, psychology, past trauma or lack thereof) but I found out quickly that deep down I was a desperate submissive who craved degradation and punishment. Now that I’m in college, the greater privacy afforded to me only meant more time to edge and goon to increasingly blush-worthy content.

I tried to keep my mind occupied on other things. I’m a STEM major with a rigorous course schedule but I found myself doing just enough to get by and that hardly filled my day. I was no athlete, but I’d ran track in school and tried to keep up with a healthy routine. My 6’ frame was lean bordering on lanky from my frequent runs and unpredictable meal schedule. My already fair skin was nearly translucent from my increasingly shut-in routine. My dark, wavy hair went from close cropped to shaggy.

After months of trying to wish or distract my perversions away, I changed my tact. Maybe dipping my toe into some real life kink would make it more of a hobby than an obsession. I’d also gotten more interested in chastity and denial. Perhaps that could be a way to “fight kink with kink” so to speak. I could curb my jerk off habits by force of a lock and key rather than force of will. So I donned my gray hoodie and jeans, trying to look as anonymous as possible, and worked up the courage to go to the sex shop just off campus.

I chose the day and time carefully: a weekday afternoon when I anticipated little traffic in the modest sex store. And I was correct. After the bell on the door announced my entrance, I didn’t hear a peep. I was evidently the only patron. I couldn’t even tell if the counter at the back of the store was manned. Regardless, I grabbed a basket and started meandering the aisles, giving my heartbeat time to slow.

Eventually I filled my basket with probably more toys than I’d use: a collar and leash, cuffs, plugs, lube, and of course a chastity cage. Sheepishly, I rounded a corner to approach the back counter and nearly tripped over my feet when I saw you behind the register. I had half a mind to drop my basket and run but I continued my approach, shyly avoiding eye contact as I put my basket on the counter between us.

“Uh yeah.. just these” I said softly.

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Thanks for reading! Not exactly the spiciest set up but I wanted to paint a picture of our shy, repressed submissive as the perfect prey for your character: the unscrupulous sex shop clerk. The arc I had in mind involved him being broken and trained into her submissive, starting out with the thinly veiled pretense of the store offering the helpful service of providing fittings as well as a key holder!

I’m open to a lot of different looks, vibes and backstories for her. Odds are she’s a perfect stranger, but what if they know each other? She could be a friend, a neighbor, his TA, or someone else.

I’m also not married to Davy as he is. If you have a different dynamic in mind, I’d be game to make adjustment. He could a cocky, alpha frat bro who secretly harbors submissive slutty fantasies. He could be an older man just now discovering this side of himself (which could open up some more findom avenues as well).

Maybe he’s mostly the Davy described above, but he’s also a bit of an incel? He’s known online and/or around campus for his chauvinistic views, but secretly he wants a woman to force him to his knees so he can kiss her boots. That would open up a more political angle which I’d be happy to explore.

The possibilities are endless so feel free to pitch your own angle as well! See you in the DMs

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, kink shaming, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, latex gloves, breeding talk, political humiliation/reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

The Trapdoor walked the line between being seedy and being a high-end gentleman’s club. It was clean, well-appointed and luxurious. At its center was the owner, Pavel “Paul” Surlenko. At 40 he’d been a delivery driver for a laundry service. Now at 50, he ran one of the most lucrative clubs in the city’s old town, all without a business degree or a bank loan. The club’s initial backers were conspicuously anonymous, and with good reason.

Paul was a made man in the Russian mob. A member of the “new generation,” he spoke perfect, unaccented English and played the role of a businessman. He made his best effort to look legit. He wore designer suits, was a deacon at the Orthodox Church and donated heavily to local political candidates. But anyone with eyes could see beyond Paul’s “legitimate businessman” facade.

He even looked like a heavy, a mob thug, a gopnik. His head was shaved and his face was contorted into a perpetual scowl, punctuated by wry smirks. His electric blue eyes contrasted with his fair complexion. His 6’3” frame was broad and built, betraying the many hours he spent working out. As a boss he was shrewd and ruthless, rewarding success and punishing failure. That’s how he’d built one of the best clubs (and one of the best money laundering fronts) in the city.

But underneath his cool, wise guy demeanor, he harbored a secret. Paul never “dipped in company ink” as it were, even at a club with a not-so-secret tolerance for sex work. Most chalked it up to some sort of professional ethos, but few guessed the true reason.

Paul was submissive. He was incredibly submissive. Femdom was the only type of porn he consumed nowadays and he did so voraciously, even locking himself in his office and gooning to his heart’s content during business hours. He craved humiliation, debasement, a firm hand to put him in his place. This put him in a sensitive position with the Feds breathing down his neck and his bosses willing to kill him if he was ever compromised. He didn’t realize that someone had already figured him out: you.

You were a brand new dancer at the trapdoor and would have to be oblivious not to notice how he stared at you on stage, more so than the other girls. You had a confident, bratty, and sometimes domineering style. Your signature move was teasing a man at the edge of the stage only to push him back into his chair with the heel of your boot. If a guy was drooling over you (as Paul was) it was no secret why.

Of course, even you wouldn’t have guessed the depth of the stoic mobster’s kinks until you went snooping in his office. Beyond the heavy Femdom porn you found on his computer, you even found toys like butt plugs and chastity cages in his desk. If this was what he was getting up to solo at work, who knows how far he’d go with a firm hand guiding him…

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Hello! Thanks for reading my prompt (can you tell I liked “Anora”?) I hope I painted a complete picture of my character and the starting circumstances. All that’s left is you!

I purposefully left your character open ended because I can see this story starting and ending in so many different ways. You could simply be a dancer at the club who sees an opportunity to wrap a powerful, wealthy man around her finger. You could be an infiltrator from a rival syndicate, looking to use Paul against his own mob by extracting intel and forcing him to work as a double agent. You could even be some sort of spy or federal agent, willing to use some less than ethical methods to bring down Paul’s organization (or cultivate him as an ongoing asset).

All of those could be an amazing place to start for your character, or maybe there’s another idea I’m leaving out. I’d love to hear what you had in mind for your up and coming young dancer…

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, latex gloves, cock milking, kink shaming, breeding talk, kink shaming, reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

Elmer Hadley was not doing what he was supposed to. At 52, he had built quite the life for himself, both financially and in terms of his public persona. He was the head pastor at a mega church. It wasn’t one of those massive arena-sized churches with a Jumbotron and pyrotechnics and everything else. The humble Elmer often jokingly referred to those as “ultra churches” and to his as a “modest mega church.” This was often good for a titter from the crowd.

Still, it was nothing to shake a stick at. The facility had a 1200 seat auditorium, a Sunday school with ten classrooms, and an athletic center. It also had a large (and blessedly tax-free) revenue stream. Church membership did not \\\*require\\\* payment, but their were four tiers of membership with only the bottom tier being free. Access to the athletic facility, Sunday school classes, Bible studies, social events and more also had their own feeds. And of course the good pastor emphasized the importance of tithing and that the construction of His Kingdom was not free.

He tried to keep it grounded though. He fancied himself more of a Joel Osteen than a Kenneth Copeland. He’d had no plastic surgery. He allowed his curly hair to grow out and streak with gray. He kept his physique tight with laps in his backyard pool (a minor indulgence as he’d always said). He made sure to avoid ostentatious displays of his wealth. He drove a sleek but practical Cadillac, wore simple wristwatch, and dressed in smart but understated suits. He was soft spoken and even erudite on some days rather than pure fire and brimstone.

But like any American mega church pastor, he absolutely relied on the ignorance and prejudice of his flock. He fear mongered about sexual immorality, about satanism, about communism and about everything else they did not understand and reflexively feared. And like most other of those pastors, it was a front.

In fact, Pastor Hadley was a great enjoyer of sexual immorality. He’d perused internet pornography casually at first when his marital sex life became deader than disco. That was almost a decade ago. Today he consumed more intense BDSM porn, almost all of it centered on women dominating and degrading men. The women in these videos were often exactly the type he denigrated in his sermons, tattooed, blue haired, short haired, alternative, gothic young women. They were his absolute favorite. They made him weak.

He would shut himself up in his study and edge and goon for hours on end, breathlessly pumping to videos and images of mean, bratty, latex-clad dommes, of simpering men kissing their boots and receiving their whips and taking their strap ons. It had become all he wanted. He’d even spent a pretty penny on online models and dommes to chat with, but he’d still been too afraid to take the plunge and live his fantasy.

That is, until he met you…

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And who are you? Well obviously you’re the woman who brings our hypocritical pastor to his knees. Obviously I see her as being the image of that type of woman he fear mongers about: a goth/alt babe, possibly covered in tats, possibly pierced or dyed, possibly all of the above. I have COPIOUS references for you to choose from if you’re interested. I see her as somewhere on the witch-leftwinger spectrum. Maybe both, maybe either or. I can see a lot of fun coming from her making him cry out lefty slogans as she whips him with his own belt. It could also be fun for her to tie him down in the center of a pentagram and have him forsake all other deities but her. Food for thought!

Another major question is who she is in relation to him. She could be a pure outsider, a model he’s chatting with online who somehow discovers his identity and decides to make him pay for his hypocrisy (all to her benefit of course). Maybe she’s more connected than that. Perhaps she grew up in his church and is now seeking revenge. Or maybe she’s a local activist tired of his political screeds and influence, looking to hijack both for herself. Maybe she’s simply a neighbor, a college classmate of his daughter or some other random connection like that. I’m open to your ideas!

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, cock milking, creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, kink shaming, kink shaming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

Chastity used to be one of my limits. I’m not joking. It seems laughable now, but something about chastity themed content used to scare me. I’d see it mingled with my other favorite content so often though so it felt impossible to avoid. Or maybe that’s what I told myself as I started seeking it out.

Then I added a caveat on my limits list. “No permanent chastity.” I’d say that’s still my position now. Before anything else, permanent chastity is just impractical. But I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t enjoy fantasizing about it. I’ve been getting used to my cage after finally taking the plunge and ordering one.

I went with a metal cage after doing my reading. I’m open to plastic or composite or something else but something about metal chastity cages draws me in. It feels so heavy. So truly secure. A constant reminder. I used to just wearing it around the apartment to get acclimated, but now I’ve gone further.

I’m going to coffee shops, to bars, or running errands all while my cock is caged. It makes me so aware of my submissiveness in public. I’m otherwise very social and confident, but feeling the tightness of a cock cage definitely keeps me humble. Where previously I’d think casually about how I found that woman attractive or wonder if she was single, now my mind goes immediately to submitting to her, to wondering if she can tell I’m a slutty little chastity bitch. The cave is conditioning me to be more submissive in my every day life.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m into plenty on top of chastity. Bondage, plugs, pegging, humiliation, impact play, boot/foot/ass/body/just about every other type of worship. Chastity has just been on my mind lately. True limits are feminization, sph, scat, gore, piss, and forced bi.

DM if you wanna talk chastity. Above all else, **what I’m seeking is** someone who is open to eventually meeting in person. Obviously we will want to chat to see if we click, but my goal is to eventually meet a friend or partner who is willing to explore irl. Not to put a ton of pressure on you though. If anything I’d want our first meeting to be a standard vanilla coffee date or something along those lines. I don’t have a ton of hard criteria for who you are so long as you’re dominant and local (or visit the area). My preference is someone around my age.

About me: I’m a 26 white collar professional. I love movies, books, video games and I have a hard time shutting up. I’m above average height, white, buzzed/bald, bearded, and i wear glasses. I have a medium build, not skinny, not overweight. I tend to ride my bike or do yoga for exercise My dick is average length and girthy.

Feel free to use chastity as a jumping off point though. I’ve gone through a little bit of my journey with it but I have so much more to say. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be locked when you message me…

I’m Davy and I think I’m becoming a pervert. It had started with the standard stuff, front page of the porn site content mostly. But as time went on I’d begun to drift into kinkier and kinkier content. Attribute it to whatever you like (shifting culture, psychology, past trauma or lack thereof) but I found out quickly that deep down I was a desperate submissive who craved degradation and punishment. Now that I’m in college, the greater privacy afforded to me only meant more time to edge and goon to increasingly blush-worthy content.

I tried to keep my mind occupied on other things. I’m a STEM major with a rigorous course schedule but I found myself doing just enough to get by and that hardly filled my day. I was no athlete, but I’d ran track in school and tried to keep up with a healthy routine. My 6’ frame was lean bordering on lanky from my frequent runs and unpredictable meal schedule. My already fair skin was nearly translucent from my increasingly shut-in routine. My dark, wavy hair went from close cropped to shaggy.

After months of trying to wish or distract my perversions away, I changed my tact. Maybe dipping my toe into some real life kink would make it more of a hobby than an obsession. I’d also gotten more interested in chastity and denial. Perhaps that could be a way to “fight kink with kink” so to speak. I could curb my jerk off habits by force of a lock and key rather than force of will. So I donned my gray hoodie and jeans, trying to look as anonymous as possible, and worked up the courage to go to the sex shop just off campus.

I chose the day and time carefully: a weekday afternoon when I anticipated little traffic in the modest sex store. And I was correct. After the bell on the door announced my entrance, I didn’t hear a peep. I was evidently the only patron. I couldn’t even tell if the counter at the back of the store was manned. Regardless, I grabbed a basket and started meandering the aisles, giving my heartbeat time to slow.

Eventually I filled my basket with probably more toys than I’d use: a collar and leash, cuffs, plugs, lube, and of course a chastity cage. Sheepishly, I rounded a corner to approach the back counter and nearly tripped over my feet when I saw you behind the register. I had half a mind to drop my basket and run but I continued my approach, shyly avoiding eye contact as I put my basket on the counter between us.

“Uh yeah.. just these” I said softly.

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Thanks for reading! Not exactly the spiciest set up but I wanted to paint a picture of our shy, repressed submissive as the perfect prey for your character: the unscrupulous sex shop clerk. The arc I had in mind involved him being broken and trained into her submissive, starting out with the thinly veiled pretense of the store offering the helpful service of providing fittings as well as a key holder!

I’m open to a lot of different looks, vibes and backstories for her. Odds are she’s a perfect stranger, but what if they know each other? She could be a friend, a neighbor, his TA, or someone else.

I’m also not married to Davy as he is. If you have a different dynamic in mind, I’d be game to make adjustment. He could a cocky, alpha frat bro who secretly harbors submissive slutty fantasies. He could be an older man just now discovering this side of himself (which could open up some more findom avenues as well).

Maybe he’s mostly the Davy described above, but he’s also a bit of an incel? He’s known online and/or around campus for his chauvinistic views, but secretly he wants a woman to force him to his knees so he can kiss her boots. That would open up a more political angle which I’d be happy to explore.

The possibilities are endless so feel free to pitch your own angle as well! See you in the DMs

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, latex gloves, breeding talk, kink shaming, reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

I’m Davy and I think I’m becoming a pervert. It had started with the standard stuff, front page of the porn site content mostly. But as time went on I’d begun to drift into kinkier and kinkier content. Attribute it to whatever you like (shifting culture, psychology, past trauma or lack thereof) but I found out quickly that deep down I was a desperate submissive who craved degradation and punishment. Now that I’m in college, the greater privacy afforded to me only meant more time to edge and goon to increasingly blush-worthy content.

I tried to keep my mind occupied on other things. I’m a STEM major with a rigorous course schedule but I found myself doing just enough to get by and that hardly filled my day. I was no athlete, but I’d ran track in school and tried to keep up with a healthy routine. My 6’ frame was lean bordering on lanky from my frequent runs and unpredictable meal schedule. My already fair skin was nearly translucent from my increasingly shut-in routine. My dark, wavy hair went from close cropped to shaggy.

After months of trying to wish or distract my perversions away, I changed my tact. Maybe dipping my toe into some real life kink would make it more of a hobby than an obsession. I’d also gotten more interested in chastity and denial. Perhaps that could be a way to “fight kink with kink” so to speak. I could curb my jerk off habits by force of a lock and key rather than force of will. So I donned my gray hoodie and jeans, trying to look as anonymous as possible, and worked up the courage to go to the sex shop just off campus.

I chose the day and time carefully: a weekday afternoon when I anticipated little traffic in the modest sex store. And I was correct. After the bell on the door announced my entrance, I didn’t hear a peep. I was evidently the only patron. I couldn’t even tell if the counter at the back of the store was manned. Regardless, I grabbed a basket and started meandering the aisles, giving my heartbeat time to slow.

Eventually I filled my basket with probably more toys than I’d use: a collar and leash, cuffs, plugs, lube, and of course a chastity cage. Sheepishly, I rounded a corner to approach the back counter and nearly tripped over my feet when I saw you behind the register. I had half a mind to drop my basket and run but I continued my approach, shyly avoiding eye contact as I put my basket on the counter between us.

“Uh yeah.. just these” I said softly.

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Thanks for reading! Not exactly the spiciest set up but I wanted to paint a picture of our shy, repressed submissive as the perfect prey for your character: the unscrupulous sex shop clerk. The arc I had in mind involved him being broken and trained into her submissive, starting out with the thinly veiled pretense of the store offering the helpful service of providing fittings as well as a key holder!

I’m open to a lot of different looks, vibes and backstories for her. Odds are she’s a perfect stranger, but what if they know each other? She could be a friend, a neighbor, his TA, or someone else.

I’m also not married to Davy as he is. If you have a different dynamic in mind, I’d be game to make adjustment. He could a cocky, alpha frat bro who secretly harbors submissive slutty fantasies. He could be an older man just now discovering this side of himself (which could open up some more findom avenues as well).

Maybe he’s mostly the Davy described above, but he’s also a bit of an incel? He’s known online and/or around campus for his chauvinistic views, but secretly he wants a woman to force him to his knees so he can kiss her boots. That would open up a more political angle which I’d be happy to explore.

The possibilities are endless so feel free to pitch your own angle as well! See you in the DMs

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, kink shaming, orgasm control, milking, creampie, pvc/latex, latex gloves, cock milking, breeding talk, kink shaming, reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

Elmer Hadley was not doing what he was supposed to. At 52, he had built quite the life for himself, both financially and in terms of his public persona. He was the head pastor at a mega church. It wasn’t one of those massive arena-sized churches with a Jumbotron and pyrotechnics and everything else. The humble Elmer often jokingly referred to those as “ultra churches” and to his as a “modest mega church.” This was often good for a titter from the crowd.

Still, it was nothing to shake a stick at. The facility had a 1200 seat auditorium, a Sunday school with ten classrooms, and an athletic center. It also had a large (and blessedly tax-free) revenue stream. Church membership did not \*require\* payment, but their were four tiers of membership with only the bottom tier being free. Access to the athletic facility, Sunday school classes, Bible studies, social events and more also had their own feeds. And of course the good pastor emphasized the importance of tithing and that the construction of His Kingdom was not free.

He tried to keep it grounded though. He fancied himself more of a Joel Osteen than a Kenneth Copeland. He’d had no plastic surgery. He allowed his curly hair to grow out and streak with gray. He kept his physique tight with laps in his backyard pool (a minor indulgence as he’d always said). He made sure to avoid ostentatious displays of his wealth. He drove a sleek but practical Cadillac, wore simple wristwatch, and dressed in smart but understated suits. He was soft spoken and even erudite on some days rather than pure fire and brimstone.

But like any American mega church pastor, he absolutely relied on the ignorance and prejudice of his flock. He fear mongered about sexual immorality, about satanism, about communism and about everything else they did not understand and reflexively feared. And like most other of those pastors, it was a front.

In fact, Pastor Hadley was a great enjoyer of sexual immorality. He’d perused internet pornography casually at first when his marital sex life became deader than disco. That was almost a decade ago. Today he consumed more intense BDSM porn, almost all of it centered on women dominating and degrading men. The women in these videos were often exactly the type he denigrated in his sermons, tattooed, blue haired, short haired, alternative, gothic young women. They were his absolute favorite. They made him weak.

He would shut himself up in his study and edge and goon for hours on end, breathlessly pumping to videos and images of mean, bratty, latex-clad dommes, of simpering men kissing their boots and receiving their whips and taking their strap ons. It had become all he wanted. He’d even spent a pretty penny on online models and dommes to chat with, but he’d still been too afraid to take the plunge and live his fantasy.

That is, until he met you…

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And who are you? Well obviously you’re the woman who brings our hypocritical pastor to his knees. Obviously I see her as being the image of that type of woman he fear mongers about: a goth/alt babe, possibly covered in tats, possibly pierced or dyed, possibly all of the above. I have COPIOUS references for you to choose from if you’re interested. I see her as somewhere on the witch-leftwinger spectrum. Maybe both, maybe either or. I can see a lot of fun coming from her making him cry out lefty slogans as she whips him with his own belt. It could also be fun for her to tie him down in the center of a pentagram and have him forsake all other deities but her. Food for thought!

Another major question is who she is in relation to him. She could be a pure outsider, a model he’s chatting with online who somehow discovers his identity and decides to make him pay for his hypocrisy (all to her benefit of course). Maybe she’s more connected than that. Perhaps she grew up in his church and is now seeking revenge. Or maybe she’s a local activist tired of his political screeds and influence, looking to hijack both for herself. Maybe she’s simply a neighbor, a college classmate of his daughter or some other random connection like that. I’m open to your ideas!

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, humiliation, orgasm control, cock milking, creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, kink shaming, kink shaming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, chastity, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, cheating, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, sounding, ball busting, piss, beast

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Third or first person pov both work. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref options for your character available upon request.

I’m Jack Gerard. I pride myself on the buttoned up persona I portray to the world. I’m a weekly churchgoer, a married man, a pillar of the community if there ever was one. I ran every morning and ate healthily (without making it my whole personality). I kept my salt and pepper hair trimmed short, in line with his my clean cut reputation. At 52, I sat atop a neat little real estate empire. Nothing too fancy, but I was the owner and manager of several large apartment buildings in the city as well as many smaller units.

The problem was that it was mostly a front. My marriage was a husk. The passion had fizzled out over a decade ago and the sex soon after. That was its own battle, but my descent into online pornography became increasingly kinky and depraved until I was a full on secret submissive. Porn where men were enslaved, debased, and humiliated quickly became my exclusive jerk off material. I was addicted. I’d make up excuses to stay home when my wife went out so that I could edge and goon to my heart’s content. I wanted to desperately to step into the reality of these videos, but I didn’t know how.

It was during one such jerk off session that an email notification bannered in the corner of my monitor. With my thick cock still in hand, I clicked it to find an irate email from a tenant. She’d complained about her neighbor, you, a zillion times before, referencing loud music, the sneaking scent of cannabis, your comings and goings at odd hours and much more. But this complaint was different. It began with a highlighted portion of the lease which prohibited the use of the unit for “commercial video purposes,” along with a demand that you be evicted.

Below were several hyperlinks. The first one was for your online streamer profile. I only knew you as a name and a unit number, but now I saw you for the first time in your profile picture. You were the exact opposite of the kind of women I was supposed to be attracted to: upright, prissy, conservative women my own age. Women like my wife who’d become nothing more than a chilly and distant roommate as of late.

You were nothing like that. You were half my age (if that) with an alternative, even gothic sense of style. You were pierced and tattooed. Your profile sported occult symbols galore. I navigated to the second link to find an OnlyFans profile and my jaw dropped while my heart began to race. I subscribed after only a moment’s hesitation and soon spent the rest of the night imprinting this witchy young vixen’s content into my mind. How would I be able to serve your eviction notice tomorrow?

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Hey thanks for reading! The character’s described aesthetic and vibe is very much open to change. She can be any kind of Gen Z streamer, but I am looking for someone who streams or makes their living online.

Where we start is also up for discussion. I’m torn between beginning with him coming to her door with an eviction notice and him messaging her through OF attempting to remain anonymous. What are your thoughts?

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, kink shaming, humiliation, orgasm control, cock milking, prostate milking, reluctant creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, political humiliation/reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, cuckolding

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref list for her available upon request.

I’m Jack Gerard. I pride myself on the buttoned up persona I portray to the world. I’m a weekly churchgoer, a married man, a pillar of the community if there ever was one. I ran every morning and ate healthily (without making it my whole personality). I kept my salt and pepper hair trimmed short, in line with his my clean cut reputation. At 52, I sat atop a neat little real estate empire. Nothing too fancy, but I was the owner and manager of several large apartment buildings in the city as well as many smaller units.

The problem was that it was mostly a front. My marriage was a husk. The passion had fizzled out over a decade ago and the sex soon after. That was its own battle, but my descent into online pornography became increasingly kinky and depraved until I was a full on secret submissive. Porn where men were enslaved, debased, and humiliated quickly became my exclusive jerk off material. I was addicted. I’d make up excuses to stay home when my wife went out so that I could edge and goon to my heart’s content. I wanted to desperately to step into the reality of these videos, but I didn’t know how.

It was during one such jerk off session that an email notification bannered in the corner of my monitor. With my thick cock still in hand, I clicked it to find an irate email from a tenant. She’d complained about her neighbor, you, a zillion times before, referencing loud music, the sneaking scent of cannabis, your comings and goings at odd hours and much more. But this complaint was different. It began with a highlighted portion of the lease which prohibited the use of the unit for “commercial video purposes,” along with a demand that you be evicted.

Below were several hyperlinks. The first one was for your online streamer profile. I only knew you as a name and a unit number, but now I saw you for the first time in your profile picture. You were the exact opposite of the kind of women I was supposed to be attracted to: upright, prissy, conservative women my own age. Women like my wife who’d become nothing more than a chilly and distant roommate as of late.

You were nothing like that. You were half my age (if that) with an alternative, even gothic sense of style. You were pierced and tattooed. Your profile sported occult symbols galore. I navigated to the second link to find an OnlyFans profile and my jaw dropped while my heart began to race. I subscribed after only a moment’s hesitation and soon spent the rest of the night imprinting this witchy young vixen’s content into my mind. How would I be able to serve your eviction notice tomorrow?

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Hey thanks for reading! The character’s described aesthetic and vibe is very much open to change. She can be any kind of Gen Z streamer, but I am looking for someone who streams or makes their living online.

Where we start is also up for discussion. I’m torn between beginning with him coming to her door with an eviction notice and him messaging her through OF attempting to remain anonymous. What are your thoughts?

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Kinks include bondage, impact play (belting spanking flogging), pegging, gags, kink shaming, humiliation, orgasm control, cock milking, prostate milking, reluctant creampie, pvc/latex, breeding talk, political humiliation/reprogramming, mind-break, boot worship, ass worship, body worship, face-slapping, public/risky, cheating, mouth/face-spitting, homewrecking, findom, edging, tease/denial, collar and leash, blackmail and more so just ask!

My limits are scat, blood, gore, “mommy,” incest, sph, sissy play, cuckolding

DM or chat me if you’re interested. Start with your character and kinks please. Ref list for her available upon request.