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  • [FxF] Low fantasy lezdom - Seeking female sub


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    Hey there!

    I've had a big craving to write some lezdom recently, me writing the dom. Particularly as a strong, muscular woman in a position of power between the two characters.

    Though I'd consider writing the prompt below as futa, it's not really what I'm craving in the same way. It's a bit wordy, so bear with me!

    The prompt is intended to be of dubious consent - Though YC has ultimately submitted herself to be taught however MC desires to do it, there was no way of knowing that the punishment for failure would be so... Sexual. Sex as a punishment will be a big part of the prompt below, used as a way for MC to teach yours that "The real world is cruel", and that she can't view her body as something that won't be exploited should she ever lose.

    Key kinks: Facesitting, master and apprentice, forced orgasms, pinning, anal, rimming, power-struggles, squirting, messy sex, pain and punishment, outdoors

    Desired kinks: Fisting, enemas, watersports (maybe), piercings.

    Won't show up: Scat, bloodplay/knifeplay in a sexual context, vore, gore, amputations etc.

    I'm expecting a potential partner to have a decent grasp of the English language, and to write a few paragraphs at least per reply. I'm not a stickler, but make sure I at least have something to work with. Send me a message if you're curious about anything!

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    It was her dream... It was her dream, and it had been for a long time. After a near-death experience in her youth, saved only in the nick of time by a knight walking home from their shift, it had become her dream to devote her life to helping others. Her ambitions were lofty, she was a mere peasant, hardly coin to her name for a weapon or armor, or for someone to train her. Nonetheless, it was the only thing she desired, what she wanted above everything else.

    Unfortunately, great ambition and motivation wasn't enough. Without arms and hardly enough coin to reach the academy, she wasn't even allowed to enter the training grounds! Worse yet, she was told to get back to the fields, like she was some kind of... Well, she was a peasant, but still! Dejected but not defeated, she decided to wander on, there was another academy a few days further, but they too rejected her in much the same way. Out of funds for the long journey it would take, reaching the next point of interest, she mulled over her next move, sharing her woes in the tavern to a curious ear.

    "There's a retired sellsword, living up in the mountains," the stranger explained, generously sponsoring her next drink - He didn't attract many others in the tavern, perhaps he felt he had to in order to keep her attention. "Working as a logger - Strong as ten men they say." He finished his drink in the same time it took for the barmaid to bring it, but no less kept on talking. "Can't say I believe 'em, but if you want real experience, can't go wrong with a sellsword. Horrible teachers the lot of 'em, but they know their stuff. Academies train frontline fodder, first to die, don't know shit past practice, mercs though, make war their business, f'course they ain't dying on the field."

    "Hear she's taken apprentices in the past - If ya'work for free, might teach ya a few things."

    It didn't take much more for the young woman to get up, thank the stranger, and dart off, up the mountain. It was a chance, slim but a chance nonetheless. As the day turned into night, the signs of truth started to show, as the woods went from tall pines to stumps scattered across a large area. Until finally, she came upon a small hut, with signs of someone living in it scattered about. With nightfall came the cold, and she prayed that the retired mercenary wasn't as rough around the edges as the stranger had said.

    It turned out she was. Rejected immediately, and the door was closed on her. Not allowed to even warm up. But, even just throwing the quick glance at her, she could tell, the mercenary was the real deal. Better yet, she was beautiful - She was the type of person she herself aspired to be like. She refused to let the chance go, and waited out the long, cold night. Just so she could ask again come morning.

    Three days she spent, just hoping that something would change. Until finally, the mercenary accepted, like she was allowing a stray dog into her home. But, it would be the start of her future, her new life.

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