[F4Futa] Different Rules
The rich play by different rules on the Jovian station of Veiove. It is the largest access point for each moon and station around Jupiter, and with that the center of all trade and movement between the outer solar system and inner region. More cargo gets moved through those docks than anywhere else in the system, but those moving the goods only see a fraction of the cargo's value in their paychecks.
While the station officially falls under the jurisdiction of the United Nations, this far from earth corruption runs rampant. The heads of the corporations operating here practically own the station, even if on the surface they have to keep up the appearance of good, law abiding citizens. Behind that facade they lived lives of freedom and excess, playing with those around them like pets, or toys.
Asmara was faced with this reality one faithful cycle. She'd just come off work, tired and sweaty. Moving cargo in the zero-g bays might not sound like heavy work, but the constant moving and tight time-schedules made it stressful and exhausting. Normally on days like this the girl would collapse right into bed, but feelings of loneliness drove her to different choices. She'd lost her girlfriend two earth-months ago, left on a cargo-freighter to Phoebe, after letting Asmara know she'd been fucking her best friend.
The feeling of bitterness had faded by now, turning into loneliness, having lost a partner and friend in one single move. So her feet carried her along the leisure segment until she was approaching an old familiar place, "Her's". It was a lesbian bar tucked in the corner of the station, away from both the busy clubs of the leisure segment and the mechanical droning of the docks. Asmara hadn't come here since her relationship started.
She told herself she wasn't looking for companionship, just a drink. But after a few she found her eyes wandering around, searching, before landing on a woman sitting in the corner looking back. She was well dressed, rich, a tourist most likely, quietly taking small drags from a small vaporizer, and blowing out gentle pink smoke. Asmara approached, and from that point onward her night became hazy.
The woman had been kind, funny, and intelligent. She asked much of Asmara, of her life here, as a tourist would. She continued smoking the soft pink vapor, Asmara remembered getting a little lightheaded, and feeling a slight buzz, it must've been some kind of drug.
She invited the woman to her home, which struck her as strange, she never took strangers to her place, where she lived that was far too dangerous. The woman had ordered her to strip, ordered her, Asmara never liked being dominated, but she had loved it, had reveled in the way the woman observed her body.
The woman had done things to her Asmara never allowed before. Put a metal collar around her neck, spanked her for failing to follow a rule, tied her hands and edged her until she went crazy, then made her beg and humiliate herself for release.
When she awoke the woman was gone, but a note was placed upon the glass table in the center of her room, next to it the metal collar and a tiny capsule of pink fluid.
"You were lovely last night dear. You will visit me at my place in two earth days. Segment A section 4, house number 16.
-ps, this should keep you sane until then, but only good girls get more."
Not a tourist, Segment A was filled with luxury villas, permanent residences. Things started to click together, my hand shaking a little as I turned over the small capsule to see what was printed on the side. SX-34. Highly illegal, a drug that did little on it's own, but when combined with alcohol it made the user highly suggestible and meek. Furthermore it was highly addictive, withdrawal wasn't pretty, she'd heard the horror stories of those on it throwing themselves into the void, she'd never heard of someone getting off it surviving for more than a month.
With her savings she could perhaps buy, one more such capsule, if she even knew where to source it. It was far to expensive for someone like her, to keep a constant supply of it took a fortune. She swallowed, looked over the note again, and slowly let a finger slip over the metal collar.
The rich play by different rules on the Jovian station of Veiove, and Asmara just became a player in one of their games.
This.. might have turned into something a little longer than intended. It's simple story at the core though, working class girl gets taken advantage of by someone so rich that laws to them are merely suggestions. I'm looking for someone to play this mysterious woman, toying with Asmara as her pet, keeping her bound by the leash of this illicit drug.
Kinks that will play a role in this: Powerdynamics (obviously), BDSM, Sci-fi toys, Drugplay (addiction at least, but the drug has little effect if not paired with alcohol, should drugplay not be your thing), dubcon, hypnosis, petplay, and many more we can discuss in private.
I'd love to hear from you all, your ideas for this story, who your character might be, the business she runs, as well as kinks and limits I should be aware of. Shoot me a message and let's see where this leads us!