u/zphx

Hey there. I've tried to come up with an in-character way of presenting this one, but I'd have to mention too many details about your character, so I'm choosing to go a different way about it this time.

Plot: What I'm looking for is rather simple, but hot as hell and also fun in my opinion. We will slip into the role of fierce rivals (who may still get along). They could be colleagues competing at the job, friends competing over video games or maybe they're betting on movies, sports.. whatever! I'd also be down for them to be related. Nephew/aunt, brother/sister, son/mother.

It starts (Or started, depending on where we'd begin) with simple things. I win, you pay for our food. You win, I wash your car. I win and maybe the next time we go out, you'll be forced to hold a cringeworthy speech in front of our colleagues / friends. You retaliate. Next time, I'm asking for a massage. Then, to really punish you for what you did, I will ask for your panties. I'm sure you can see where this is going as we both refuse to back down. How far we're going to take this I want to discuss with you.

Additional info: I picture my character really only making your character do sexual things and go through sexual punishments. That does not mean your character has to do the same. She might ask for non-sexual stuff when she wins.

Kinks: Punishments, oral, titfucks, anal, rough / passionate sex, wardrobe control, filming, toys, bondage (blindfolds, cuffs), D/s, public play, exhibitionism, teasing, groping, spanking, light humiliation and degradation, kissing, favors, frivolous outings, realism - as much as is fun.

Limits: Blood, violence, gore, one-liners, sharing, gangbang, anything nasty

Hey there. I've tried to come up with an in-character way of presenting this one, but I'd have to mention too many details about your character, so I'm choosing to go a different way about it this time.

Plot: What I'm looking for is rather simple, but hot as hell and also fun in my opinion. We will slip into the role of fierce rivals (who may still get along). They could be colleagues competing at the job, friends competing over video games or maybe they're betting on movies, sports.. whatever! I'd also be down for them to be related. Nephew/aunt, brother/sister, son/mother.

It starts (Or started, depending on where we'd begin) with simple things. I win, you pay for our food. You win, I wash your car. I win and maybe the next time we go out, you'll be forced to hold a cringeworthy speech in front of our colleagues / friends. You retaliate. Next time, I'm asking for a massage. Then, to really punish you for what you did, I will ask for your panties. I'm sure you can see where this is going as we both refuse to back down. How far we're going to take this I want to discuss with you.

Additional info: I picture my character really only making your character do sexual things and go through sexual punishments. That does not mean your character has to do the same. She might ask for non-sexual stuff when she wins.

Kinks: Punishments, oral, titfucks, anal, rough / passionate sex, wardrobe control, filming, toys, bondage (blindfolds, cuffs), D/s, public play, exhibitionism, teasing, groping, spanking, light humiliation and degradation, kissing, favors, frivolous outings, realism - as much as is fun.

Limits: Blood, violence, gore, one-liners, sharing, gangbang, anything nasty

Hey there. I've tried to come up with an in-character way of presenting this one, but I'd have to mention too many details about your character, so I'm choosing to go a different way about it this time.

Plot: What I'm looking for is rather simple, but hot as hell and also fun in my opinion. We will slip into the role of fierce rivals (who may still get along). They could be colleagues competing at the job, friends competing over video games or maybe they're betting on movies, sports.. whatever! I'd also be down for them to be related. Nephew/aunt, brother/sister, son/mother.

It starts (Or started, depending on where we'd begin) with simple things. I win, you pay for our food. You win, I wash your car. I win and maybe the next time we go out, you'll be forced to hold a cringeworthy speech in front of our colleagues / friends. You retaliate. Next time, I'm asking for a massage. Then, to really punish you for what you did, I will ask for your panties. I'm sure you can see where this is going as we both refuse to back down. How far we're going to take this I want to discuss with you.

Additional info: I picture my character really only making your character do sexual things and go through sexual punishments. That does not mean your character has to do the same. She might ask for non-sexual stuff when she wins.

Kinks: Punishments, oral, titfucks, anal, rough / passionate sex, wardrobe control, filming, toys, bondage (blindfolds, cuffs), D/s, public play, exhibitionism, teasing, groping, spanking, light humiliation and degradation, kissing, favors, frivolous outings, realism - as much as is fun.

Limits: Blood, violence, gore, one-liners, sharing, gangbang, anything nasty

My daughter has this friend. Maybe they're best friends by now, I don't really know, but let's just say they get along well enough for said friend to come over at least two or three times per week at this point, most of the time sleeping over. I think I've seen her spare toothbrush near our sink and a shampoo that neither belongs to my wife nor my daughter in our shower.

She, more so than my daughter, even, is a bit... ditzy, should we call it? Jokes go over her head, complicated things seem to sometimes confuse her and it looks like she's also very bad at reading people and their intentions. I find it hard to take her seriously and sometimes, I talk to her like I would to my daughter 8 or 10 years ago.

My daughter's an early sleeper, so we've gotten to talk a lot recently. I used to watch movies and series by myself at night, but recently, she's joined me more often and most of the time, we end up chatting a bit. I give advice and guidance, but I feel that it's the attention she's really craving.

We've even started to cuddle. Over time, the distance between us lessened and yesterday, I even went as far as putting my arm around her. There was no sign in her body language or eyes that she didn't like it. She even leaned into me.

And while that was happening, my wife and daughter were sleeping soundly upstairs. Would they mind, I wondered? My wife would surely do. My daughter? I wasn't sure. At least at this stage, but who knows? With the way things are going, things are headed into a very inappropriate territory, but I can't find it in me to stop.

On the contrary. After years of living in a stale marriage, I want to see and explore how far I can go with this girl.

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Hey there! Simple, yet fun idea, I think. It's a slice of life-type story where things slowly but surely escalate. I picture the girl getting really attached to her new found Daddy-figure, trying to do whatever it takes to get him to give her attention, shower her in praise and give her the fatherly guidance she craves.

Kinks: Manipulation, cheating, sneaking around, oral, anal, training, spanking, filming, slutty outfits and outfit control, exhibitionism, hold the moan and many other things.

Limits: Sharing, gangbang, blood, violence, toilet play, extremes.

"Zis is some good shit, bratan."

I knew that the brute across the club's table, Oleg, would love my merchandise before he snorted the first line. I'm known to sell good shit. It's what I do and have been doing for many years at this point.

The man with Eastern European roots and I aren't alone, though. We've got our guys with us - right hand men, numbers guys, security - you know the deal. Some on the lookout while others get to enjoy the expensive alcohol and drugs on the table while business is being negotiated and made.

And what comes after? Well, we've got everything we need to party, except it's a sausage fest. Thankfully, this is that kind of club, so..

"Send ze bitches in already!"

I correct the guy, telling him they're called hostesses here, but that only gets a bellowing laugh out of him. Well, he's not entirely wrong either, because just a few minutes later, we have a line of pretty girls lined up in front of our table - skimpy dresses, heels, perfect makeup and with enough perfume on to get rid of the stale smell of tobacco and alcohol for a moment.

And in that lineup, there's you. I've your file resting in my office - paid the guy at the precinct a pretty penny for it. I know your real name, your address, who your parents are, where you went to school and where you worked part-time. Your strengths, weaknesses.. everything a police department would document about their promising undercover candidate.

And now we would both find out if they properly prepared you for this job. Swimming with the sharks... will you sink or will you swim?

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Let's discuss characters and expectations before we get into it. No starters, please. Let's see if we're on the same wavelength, first.

Kinks: Corruption, training, consent play, power dynamics, oral, rough sex, sex in public, anal, training, filming, loss of morals, impact play, manhandling, toys, orgasm denial, overstimulation, realism

Limits: Involving other men sexually (sharing, gangbang, prostitution), violence, blood, snuff, necro, beast

We've been close for many years now, which means that we've got plenty of history and will soon start to do that annoying thing where every other mundane event leads to one of us saying "Oh, you remember that one time, when?" to annoy our close friends.

Despite all that time of knowing each other our paths in life couldn't have been more different, though. You had no problems getting boyfriends while I've always struggled a bit, mainly due to nerves and high expectations. I get along well with my family while you don't. And as a slightly introverted numbers guy, the job in cybersecurity I chose is very different from your pursuits that refused to bear fruit.

That lead to you being late on rent at some point and consequently getting thrown out. You didn't even have to finish your sentence when you called me. "Pack your stuff, I'll come pick you up in a bit," I said.

You've been living with me for almost half a year now. We agreed on a much lower amount of rent you had to pay me, and that worked for about three months, but since then you haven't really been paying at all. Neither of us has said anything about that yet, since you have to feel guilty and horrible about it - I know you, after all. But it can't go on like this and the debt will only accumulate further with every month that passes.

So, we had to have a serious talk. Maybe there was some kind of agreement we could come to.

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We can go about this in multiple ways. What's important to me is that the sex is transactional. This could go in the sugarbaby or freeuse direction. Or maybe something more direct, like a price list for each service. Bj 50 bucks, sex 100 - that kind of deal. I'm open to many things here.

Kinks: Transactional sex, freeuse, D/s, casual and rough sex, sex in public / in the presence of others, dubious consent, servitude, (fun) humiliation, recording, anal, cock worship, outfit control, toys, impact play, bondage, manhandling, realism and more.

Limits: Sharing with other men, violence, necro, animals, musk, blood

This is meant to be a medium to long term story. CET, 1-4 paragraphs per reply on average.

We've been close for many years now, which means that we've got plenty of history and will soon start to do that annoying thing where every other mundane event leads to one of us saying "Oh, you remember that one time, when?" to annoy our close friends.

Despite all that time of knowing each other our paths in life couldn't have been more different, though. You had no problems getting boyfriends while I've always struggled a bit, mainly due to nerves and high expectations. I get along well with my family while you don't. And as a slightly introverted numbers guy, the job in cybersecurity I chose is very different from your pursuits that refused to bear fruit.

That lead to you being late on rent at some point and consequently getting thrown out. You didn't even have to finish your sentence when you called me. "Pack your stuff, I'll come pick you up in a bit," I said.

You've been living with me for almost half a year now. We agreed on a much lower amount of rent you had to pay me, and that worked for about three months, but since then you haven't really been paying at all. Neither of us has said anything about that yet, since you have to feel guilty and horrible about it - I know you, after all. But it can't go on like this and the debt will only accumulate further with every month that passes.

So, we had to have a serious talk. Maybe there was some kind of agreement we could come to.

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We can go about this in multiple ways. What's important to me is that the sex is transactional. This could go in the sugarbaby or freeuse direction. Or maybe something more direct, like a price list for each service. Bj 50 bucks, sex 100 - that kind of deal. I'm open to many things here.

Kinks: Transactional sex, freeuse, D/s, casual and rough sex, sex in public / in the presence of others, dubious consent, servitude, (fun) humiliation, recording, anal, cock worship, outfit control, toys, impact play, bondage, manhandling, realism and more.

Limits: Sharing with other men, violence, necro, animals, musk, blood

This is meant to be a medium to long term story. CET, 1-4 paragraphs per reply on average.

'Nightingale'. That was the name of the operation my team and I had been working on tirelessly for three years. Thanks to careful planning, the ever-ongoing search for funding, sacrifices of sleep, family and probably also our sanity, we managed to achieve one of the biggest victories our bureau had ever achieved and saved hundreds of victims and also busted numerous big game players in 3 sites across the country all at once.

This should have been cause for celebration, but it wasn't. Why? It was what we found in the containers. First was the stench that invaded my nostrils, then when the light enabled me to see what was inside - the pairs of eyes looking at me, full of horror, despair and apathy. The bruises and scars. The filth on the ground.

I had seen a lot of horrible things in my 10 years of working for the bureau, but this? This truly shook me to my core. Of course, I sucked it up. I helped get the victims out, offered reassurance, smiled. I also helped get them to a safe place where they would be processed. I wrote all of my reports diligently.

And then? I took time off for the first time in years. I owned a nice, little cabin in the woods that my grandfather left me years ago. After renovating it, I moved there full time. Surrounded by the endless forest, mountains, and lakes, I was able to find my baseline again.. or so I thought. Even after several weeks, I wasn't able to find my peace.

I got a call - more papers to sign and a higher up to report to in person. Sure, I could do that. So I went back to the bureau and as I walked down the cold, bright corridor, I saw a young woman sitting outside one of the offices. Cleaned up and clothed, I still managed to recognize her. To her belonged one set of those eyes that stared at me when I opened the container.

I signed the papers and made my report.

"What's she still doing here?" I asked Richard, the bureau's director. He told me that the girl didn't have a family or home to go back to, since the gang that sold her was still in charge wherever she used to live. She would probably land in some program or put on a plane to god knows where to become someone else's problem.

It didn't take long for me to let Richard know about the decision I made in that moment, then walked up to you and said, "Hey. You come with me. I'll take care of you from now on."

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Kinks: Power dynamics, consent play, training, oral, anal, rough / passionate sex, impact play, aftercare, outfit control, freeuse, sweet moments, realism (as much as is fun), public play, etc.

Limits: Sharing with other men, underage, toilet play, violence, hair, musk.