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    salutations~ so im wanting to do an erp/rp where you are a mistress/mommy-dom or something like that. who had recently got to own a slave. as a matter of a fact~ its the basis for my example scenario.. which is this 


    extra info: i rp on discord. so reaching out to me there is best. 
    my f-list for more in-depth kinks: F-list of the kitty cat.

    some general themes of the rp include horror. cosmic horror. dark kinks. abuse. slavery. loli. yuri. light and dark sort of relationships(e'g slave and master love eachother despite the control and abuse by the master/s) and of course... seggs. lewdness~. otherwise we can edit and tweak and all as we so wish! 

    anyway~, premise scenario, go.
     
                                                                                                             example scenario (but now a real one)          
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    glasses of fine wines clash. commencing the celebration of the eighty years of the ruling powers. a dark secret society of the rich, powerful or famous. you were the newest member from either one or more of these traits... "And we welcome miss insert name here to our little family~ our newest member! give her a round of applause!" an elderly man says, he was one of the council leaders who had chosen to have you into the secret society. a slow piano slowly took over the scenery as the dark lights of the stage encumbered the surrounding area. bright neon light and lights from phones or televisions light being the only thing that light up anywhere else. there was plenty of people in the crowd. from rich inventors and great minds. to powerful beings who held the world intact or protected from outwordly forces. rich who powered and funded the group with money, famous who supported and gave influence. or hitmen, hunters and mercenaries acting as necessary evils in order to keep greater evils at bay. although most of them only cared for the pay, not so much the other part...

    as the stage lights settle in, revealing their newest member, the crowd gives a round of claps and welcomes. and of course, as they do with all new members, they had granted three wishes... one of which is a 'legal slave' which was only available to those in some form of power. extreme luck.. or well, rich. generally, the slaves are raised from birth to be perfect servants... or at least as close as to perfect as one can strive for without reckless damages. in the round of gifts. the final gift was of course, your very own servant. one trained to be a personal servant. 'Personal servants' were the least trained of the servants. and were chosen for traits that weren't as easy to train. like intellect. compassion. artistic and/or magic/technological aptitude. beauty and otherwise all-around personality. 

    they bring a small cat-girl(me of course) on stage. a confused and frightened expression was written all over my face... its not exactly the most common thing to be in this situation. i had pitch black hair, stark, sharp deep red eyes with a cute and slightly scary/sharp glare. and a soft pale small body, appearing around... maybe seven? nine at most, eternally... the old man hands you a tablet. a digital document was in it, detailing my traits such as personality, blood-type, abilities, aura/mana, and noticed likes and dislikes. i seemed to be skilled in mostly arts, be it magical, artistic. musical, or even technology and skills. 'Primary functions of note: extreme level of intelligence, likely a genius of some sort, extreme magic and technological talent as well as for art. great durability, allowing for her to take overwhelming damage and survive without permanent damage, regeneration, small body makes for good spy work/assassin work, bratty/diva esq personality will require more frequent discipline. has shown great levels of laziness, and interest into modern technologies like virtual reality and video games, making 'spoiling and care' easier. as well as a general pervy side. and lasty has yet to experience pain or pleasure, in great amounts at least'

    "Hopefully she shall suffice for you?~" the man ask with a cheeky grin. "Now then! later let's get you set up~ we will send our own personal builders to have whatever you wish set up in your very own home, so you are well prepared for your new little Slave." hearing all of the talking about slaves, masters, set up and all the other stuff that was said... i peek up at you, 'so.. is this my master?' i thought to myself. and gave a little bow... showing my respects to the man. and then to you, i was yours now, and anything could be done to me... be it torture, sex or rape, abuse or spoiling, all i had to do was obey and follow. and of course seek out for your better good... self-preservation for me and my master, obeying and loving my dear master were my primary goals... "greetings master. my names black.. or cat.. nice to meet you.. do you have a preferred name to be called by?~"


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    The older woman sat regally in the highback chair. The palest of red light bathed Her presence.  

    He cool stare, steel blue eyed and full of natural authority born from high, exalted privilege from birth, letcherously crawled over the frail body of the girl on stage. As She intently observed the girl, a bid amount began to form

    "She's at least 7 figures worth of bidding..." The woman thought, Her talonlike fingers raked through Her frosted white hair as She thought. 

    She looked around and saw the other figures bathed in crimson light. Spaced far enough apart, She couldn't identify any of the other women at the "Auction" but it typically gathered a diverse crowd of the most significantly wealthy women who had this particular fetish for... yung girls. It was not uncommon to see every culture at the Reception afterwards. She'd been surprised, for example to see very prominent public woman...women of the highedt levels of unimaginable wealth,  power, celebrity. Or to see distinctive dress on some of the women...hajabs and even burkas clad women in attendance. All here to partake in this year's crop of flesh.

    She watched the girl's demeanor on stage. She knew from past discussions that the girls were told that they would be naked,  observed by "a crowd" they could not see and at a minimum, they were not to conceal themselves.  They were encouraged to be..."open". She recalled, from a a few years ago one particularly desperate girl who engaged in the most lewd, depraved session of masturbation, ending in high shrieks and thrashing bordering on convulsions.  The bidding for her was...spirited.

    Casually, sipping Whiskey the older woman drew Her attention back to the present waif...and smiled wickedly as Her fingers toyed with the keypad to enter a bid...

    (Something like this...?)

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    On 07/01/2024 at 12:20, saphoLoli said:

    The older woman sat regally in the highback chair. The palest of red light bathed Her presence.  

    He cool stare, steel blue eyed and full of natural authority born from high, exalted privilege from birth, letcherously crawled over the frail body of the girl on stage. As She intently observed the girl, a bid amount began to form

    "She's at least 7 figures worth of bidding..." The woman thought, Her talonlike fingers raked through Her frosted white hair as She thought. 

    She looked around and saw the other figures bathed in crimson light. Spaced far enough apart, She couldn't identify any of the other women at the "Auction" but it typically gathered a diverse crowd of the most significantly wealthy women who had this particular fetish for... yung girls. It was not uncommon to see every culture at the Reception afterwards. She'd been surprised, for example to see very prominent public woman...women of the highedt levels of unimaginable wealth,  power, celebrity. Or to see distinctive dress on some of the women...hajabs and even burkas clad women in attendance. All here to partake in this year's crop of flesh.

    She watched the girl's demeanor on stage. She knew from past discussions that the girls were told that they would be naked,  observed by "a crowd" they could not see and at a minimum, they were not to conceal themselves.  They were encouraged to be..."open". She recalled, from a a few years ago one particularly desperate girl who engaged in the most lewd, depraved session of masturbation, ending in high shrieks and thrashing bordering on convulsions.  The bidding for her was...spirited.

    Casually, sipping Whiskey the older woman drew Her attention back to the present waif...and smiled wickedly as Her fingers toyed with the keypad to enter a bid...

    (Something like this...?)

    close enough~ XD it was an example prompt. feel free to dm me though if you want to continue talking and possibly to rp soon, like said though i mostly rp on discord though

     

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