u/sluttysexslave

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I set out in the world to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

Shoot me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits, and a twisted writing sample. The more detail you have, the more you'll stand out.

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Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears falling. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

Shoot me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits, and a twisted writing sample. The more detail you have, the more you'll stand out.

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Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits and a twisted writing sample.

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Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, transformation, sounding, dickpicss, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits and a twisted writing sample.

.

Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics/IRL pics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits and a twisted writing sample.

.

Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics/IRL pics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving to be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits and a twisted writing sample.

.

Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, transformation, sounding, dickpicss, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive slut who’s craving ot be humiliated, degraded and used.

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control and plunge me in a world that will leave us both blushing and breathing heavily. I crave to experience a detailed story, full of character progression, plot development, and plenty of smut, mostly monster focused but I'm okay with some of the more civilised races as well.

I'm looking for long-term only. Slow-burn scenes where we explore not just what happens, but the emotions, feelings, experiences and gradual corruption of characters together. Lets build delicious tension together!

I know I ask a lot, and I'll promise you to make it worth your while. I have a deliciously filthy mouth which I'll gladly use to inspire you while roleplaying, or rewarding my master after a particularly dirty session.

The plot I have in mind is as follows: I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. Desperate to restore our power, I explore outside of town to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my inexperience… and my helplessness.

It will be a blend of brutal non/dub-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your nasty monsters, I'd adore trading my mouth for secrets that aid me in my quest, or my body to an exiled goblin who has a map I need.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits, your darkest monster ideas and a twisted writing sample.

.

Favourite kinks: cnc, humanoid monsters, footplay (my soles), degradation and humiliation, and orgasm denial.

Kinks: bondage, begging, being slutty, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, transformation, sounding, dickpics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey there, fellow degenerates! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive girl craving to be humiliated, degraded and used by all sorts of nasty monsters!

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control. Building twisted worlds, commanding monstrous encounters, and driving the story while I squirm, submit, and sometimes seduce my way forward in lush, detailed paragraphs.

Long-term only. No one-liners. Detailed paragraphs. Let’s build delicious tension together. And lets take our time exploring the sexy scenes. I want to crave your next message and feel myself blush while I read what those nasty monsters of yours do to me. In return you get your own desperate, dripping little slut who loves every degrading second and does her best to please you fully and completely.

My IRL schedule is busy, so we’ll plan lively back-and-forth sessions on Reddit or Discord.

I crave a blend of brutal non-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your filthy monsters, I’d adore trading my mouth for a free room at a shady inn or offering my body to an exiled goblin for a map to my goals. Force me, blackmail me, make me beg and bargain.

And as for the plot? What I have in mind is the following:

I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. My father the Desperate to restore our power, I set out alone to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my naivety… and my helplessness.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits, and a twisted writing sample. Make me crave to roleplay with you.

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Kinks: rape/non-con, bondage, begging, being slutty, humanoid/undead monsters, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, degradation & humiliation, footplay (soles licked & tickled), transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization, orgasm denial… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics/IRL pics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.

Hey all! Usually I'm on the mood for elaborate roleplays, but tonight, I’m looking for a fun chat! Specifically on cnc fantasies. Some girls are meant to be dragged into dark alleyways, or pushed into an unmarked van, or even kidnapped and taken as a sex slave. I like to think I'm one of them...

So lets exchange fantasies. What are yours? How would you take me? Would you kidnap me? What are your cnc experiences?

Let me know in vivid detail. The more elaborate you are, the more I'll notice your message, and the more eager I'll be to respond. One liners will be ignored, and please let me know your kinks!

No dickpics please!

Kinks: cnc, bondage, begging, being slutty, humanoid/undead monsters, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, degradation & humiliation, footplay (soles licked & tickled), transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization, orgasm denial… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, blood/gore, transformation, sounding, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

Hey there, fellow degenerates! I’m Michelle, a deeply submissive girl craving to be humiliated, degraded and used by all sorts of nasty monsters!

I’m looking for a dominant GM who loves taking full control. Building twisted worlds, commanding monstrous encounters, and driving the story while I squirm, submit, and sometimes seduce my way forward in lush, detailed paragraphs.

Long-term only. No one-liners. Detailed paragraphs. Let’s build delicious tension together. And lets take our time exploring the sexy scenes. I want to crave your next message and feel myself blush while I read what those nasty monsters of yours do to me. In return you get your own desperate, dripping little whore who loves every degrading second.

My IRL schedule is busy, so we’ll plan lively back-and-forth sessions on Reddit or Discord.

I crave a blend of brutal non-con ravaging and seductive bargaining. Aside from being forced by all your filthy monsters, I’d adore trading my mouth for a free room at a shady inn or offering my body to an exiled goblin for a map to my goals. Force me, blackmail me, make me beg, bargain, and break however you like.

And as for the plot? What I have in mind is the following:

I’m the disgraced daughter of a fallen noble house. Our wealth is gone, our name ruined by rivals. My father the Desperate to restore our power, I set out alone to find our ancient family tomb and the magical artifacts hidden inside. Despite being inexperienced, sheltered, and completely unprepared. The world is full of monsters that will happily exploit my naivety… and my helplessness.

If you’re a creative dom GM who gets off on detailed world-building and turning a noble into a begging, cum-drenched mess… come claim me.

DM me your reply with the following: Your kinks, limits, your darkest monster ideas and a twisted writing sample.

Please don’t keep this desperate slut waiting, Sir.

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Kinks: rape/non-con, bondage, begging, being slutty, humanoid/undead monsters, tentacles, cumplay, spitplay, degradation & humiliation, footplay (soles licked & tickled), transactional/seductive sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blackmail, slavery, slapping, watching another girl get ravaged, forced prostitution, dehumanization, orgasm denial… and more!

Limits: toiletplay, rimming, snuff, blood/gore, underage, transformation, sounding, dickpics/IRL pics, anthro monsters, one-line replies. Do not control my character.

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Writing Sample:

Rain lashed the crumbling castle walls, as I slipped through the broken archway. Heart hammering in my chest. The old map I found, promised the Star of Elandria lay in the crypts below, an artefact that would surely restore my noble house into power. I told myself I was brave, that this was necessary. Lies. I was terrified.

A sudden chill coiled around my ankles like icy manacles. I yelped and spun, but before I could move, phantom hands seized the collar of my tunic. Fabric tore with a wet rip, letting it hang in tatters and exposing my chest. Cold air hit my bare breasts instantly, nipples tightening into painful, pink peaks in the frigid air of the castle halls. My arms flew up to cover myself, cheeks burning with humiliation.

The low, amused hiss came from everywhere and nowhere. “Such pretty flesh, little thing?”

Panic exploded. I bolted forward, boots skidding on slick stone, arms still clutched across my chest. Invisible fingers grazed my calf. Deliberate. Teasing. I ran harder, through a shattered hall, past toppled marble figures, breath coming in ragged gasps. The laughter followed, sometimes close, sometimes far. But never gone.

I burst into the servant’s quarters. No door ahead. A dead end. I spun around, back slamming against the far wall, arms still shielding what little modesty remained.

Nothing. Nothing but my heavy breathing. Then cold breath ghosted across my neck.

“Got you.”

Phantom wrists pinned mine above my head, pressing me to the stone. Icy breaths freezing paths down my bare breasts; my nipples throbbed traitorously under the exposure. Invisible palms hovered just above my skin, close enough to feel the chill, never quite touching.

“No! Stop!” I gasped, twisting uselessly. “Please… let me go… I just want the Star of Elandria!”

But there was no reply. Just a ghostly tongue, slow, deliberate, dragging over my breasts, avoiding my hardened, pink nipples. I jerked, a humiliating whimper escaping despite clenched teeth. My thighs trembled, slick heat building against my will, but the phantom hands stayed maddeningly firm. My wrists restrained, and tracing the undersides of my breasts with his other unseen hand. Circling my nipples without mercy, never granting release.

“Please…” My voice cracked, tears mixing with rain. “Stop… don’t do this…”

The laughter vibrated through my bones.

And then the cold fingers paused and released me. Hovering right over me. Promising. The ghost was only beginning to play.