slutty F4A 2 extra detailed roleplays take your pick

For whom I haven't met—Hi, I'm Nerri, I like some pretty kinky stuff, and I have got some roleplay ideas for you! If either of these suit your fancy let me know; alternatively, if you have ideas changes, or different scenarios, send me a message .

1:Marina: a college girl, drops out and gets disowned by her parents. Ending with her being homeless.After Shivering on the street for a week, Marina, consoles herself. "Id do anything not to be stuck like this." *She trembled in the cold, balled up on the pavement*. *a man turns  from the alley approaching behind her*. Hearing his footsteps she turned her head to look at him "Anything?" His voice was smooth, and alluring to her.

"Who are you?" She questioned, her teeth chattering as she talked. "I am a helping hand." He said assuredly, his voice like satin. "I could get you out of here." He paused meeting her eyes. "But it doesn't come free." 

"I don't  have anything to give you accept my body." Tears began to well in her eyes ashamed of her lack of options.

"Well hun, I need something a little more corporeal. I want to buy part of your soul. And you'll come work for me... However it is, in a brothel, and you'll be doing what you expect."

Shamefully she nood her head yes. Rising to meet his eyes, she stook out her hand. 

"I am Adonis." He said as he took her hand, and as of today Marina, I own ¼ of your soul...

From here you get to play as Adonis (if you want) and whomever Marina has to service at the brothel.

2: A few ideas rolled into one here, so you can Cherry pick, I want to force feminize a son, I'll play a mom who always wanted a girl but never got one due to her husband passing after her son's birth. Raising her son alone alone for so long, paired with repressed grief causes her to start dosing her sons food, with estradiol (her birth control). Peaking through the ajar door only to see her son jacking off to a picture of her was the last straw, seeing this, she slanked off to her room, grabbing an old maroon dress; it's length sat just halfway above her thigh last time she wore it. She burst into her son's room flung the dress at him and ordered him to strip.

"A daughter wouldn't act this way." She spoke dominantly, her voice sanguine, with sultry...   From here things will evolve to be a little more sexual, and I will bully you, and make you where heels while I do it.