I could barely remember how I got there, nothing more than a hazy memory or a sexy fever dream. It didn't matter anyway, very little was about to matter any more. I was on the ground, on all fours. My wrists, ankles and thighs had strong leather cuffs around them, anchored to the floor. I could move a little, maybe raising each an inch until the slack in the chain gave out, but it wasn't enough to accomplish anything. My neck was adorned with a pretty pink leather collar, like what you might see on an especially pampered dog. Attached to the collar was a shiny silver tag engraved with the word Bitch. That was going to be my name now.

I tried to scream out a bit, it didn't matter. The hard metal ring gag in my mouth saw to the futility of that. I wiggled haphazardly, trying anything to get out of the restraints. Nothing moved, nothing even budged. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bit of movement. A whimper escaped my mouth, a combination of excitement and fear. Maybe someone was coming to rescue me. Maybe this was all about to be over.

The practiced clacking of heels on hard wood echoed throughout the room. I slowly saw her come into view. Joy, my own daughter, walked in front of me in the most intimidating outfit I had ever seen. The four inch black heels towered upwards from the ground, emphasizing her gorgeous and toned legs. The strict red corset tightened around her mid section and traveled up her body, accentuating her curves and forcing her ample breasts skywards. Her raven hair was down, curled and cascading over her shoulders. Of course, she wore no pants, skirt or underwear. All the better as the hard cock she sported framed her body far better than any clothes ever could.

"Don't worry mom," Joy started out, the strength of her voice shocking. I had always known she was a Futa of course. What I hadn't known was that she was starting to have these desires. I'd always figured that she would grow up and want to be like every other girl, find a nice boyfriend and settle down. Now, it was obvious that wasn't the case. She was planning for something entirely different.

She moved in front of me. My eyes instinctively tried to look down, away, anything to hide a bit of myself. Then her hands reached down, gently at first. They grasped on the side of my cheeks as they tugged my head upwards. It was gentle, until I tried to fight, and then Joy's hands were forceful. She craned my head upwards, looking down at the pathetic sight and smiling. My mouth held open by the gag, drool started to collect at the back of my throat. She held it like that as she pulled out a small white pill. Without ceremony she dropped it into my open mouth as she smiled. Her hand gently rubbed on my throat. I tried to fight it but, just like a dog, eventually gave in to the swallowing reflex and the pill went down. She beamed with pride at the sight, "Good girl."

A few more seconds lapsed until she removed her hands from my head. I searched her face for answers, but couldn't ask the questions through the gag. What was it that I had just swallowed? What was going on? As if understanding me in a way that only a daughter could, she crouched down. Her face was level with mine, her smile confident and reassuring, "Don't worry."

"That drug I just gave you doesn't do anything on it's own," I felt the sense of relief wash over me. Maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke. Of course, it's never that simple, "However, when it mixes with my cum it will activate. You are going to be completely unable to deny anything I tell you. My cock will be your new master, your entire world."

She smiled wickedly as she stood up and took a few steps closer to me. Her cock was swinging right in front of my face. All of a sudden, this was all too real, "Now, be a good bitch and open wide. Not that you have much choice."

The blade neatly sliced through the monster, it's claws mere inches from her perfect cheeks. The beast couldn't make it, it's body falling limp as the blood began to spurt outwards. Her pink armour was died a lovely hue of crimson, her cheeks splotched in true pride. She smiled, the feeling of relief washing over her as she watched the two halves of her third monster fall to the ground, no lifeless.

Sure, the princess could sit on the throne. She could sit there and mitigate problems of the state. She could solve the problems of her subjects and give a voice to their concerns. This woman could decide policy, appoint leaders, and serve her country from the palace all day. And, they would worship her for it. But, all that work, every last piece, paled in comparison to how she felt right now. There was no feeling like honestly protecting the citizens of her kingdom. She was a warrior princess and she loved every second of it.

"My, my, my," The voice sent a chill down the princess' spine. The world darkened and a hole of pure blackness began forming in front of her. Darkness itself radiated outwards and every bone in her body screamed to run away. But, she couldn't. Her eyes were transfixed on the hole, her limbs not under her own control any more, "The little princess has claws."

The darkest of all beings stepped through the portal. A magic user in a world where it had all but vanished. A power that tore at reality itself and all the woman wanted was to break free of the maniacal power and drive her sword straight into her enemy. She wanted to rid her kingdom of yet another threat. But, she couldn't.

"Don't worry, we will trim those claws," Her opponent spoke confidently. It was infuriating, like there was no way she could ever win. Only, she couldn't, "We will make you a good pet yet."

You bit your lip, anxiously glancing around. You couldn't have picked a better day, the usual din was absent and replaced only by a sparse smattering of hushed conversations and empty tables. Dim lights and slow music made it feel especially deserted, each patron a practical castaway on their own island. The bar usually felt more crowded and it probably would be in a couple of hours, but that was covered.

Sarah didn't usually work today, but she also didn't ask questions. The offer of overtime was enough to get her to eagerly agree to cover the shift without so much as a skip in beat. The regulars would just have to learn to do without their favorite bartender. In fact, they might have a new favorite bartender soon enough. You nearly chuckled out loud at the thought. It was enough to help liven your mood. Of course, the idea you were going to share was nearly laughable in and of itself.

Pacing up and down the length of the bar, awaiting my arrival, you quickly ran over the plan in your head one more time. You were determined to make sure you didn't miss anything. It was important. It was probably more than that...

The seeds had been planted a few months ago when you'd come across a darker than usual blog. That, alone, was saying something as you usually liked the dark stuff. The blog detailed a special "medication" with unusual side effects. It was supposed to make for the best training regimen possible, nothing was beyond scope. Normally you didn't give much thought to these kinds of hoaxes, but something tingled in your nether regions.

You found yourself up at night, imagining things you had long since given up on. Imagining my supple body submitting to your darkest whims. But it wasn't mere submission, it was excitement. I was willing, wanting everything you wanted. My quick wit and sharp tongue replaced by a brain that craved what you craved. The thoughts were too much, too hard to resist. And so, you read on. You read through post by post, convincing yourself more and more. You looked for clinical information, honest truths and even anecdotes, all trying to figure out if it was real or not. And, it was.

The drug was a perfect cocktail of effects. It acted as an aphrodisiac yes, but not just that. It numbed the brain in very interesting ways, removing the reasoning and waking portions of the brain almost all together. Those under the effects rarely said no and were easily persuaded. Any experiences were stored subconsciously and faded nearly as quickly as dreams. But, like dreams, they still affected those. With time, patience and lots of sessions people changed. Some were quicker than others, but those experiences drove personality changes.

That was it, of course, probably the absolute last straw. You had ordered your own supply discreetly and begun preparations in earnest. Tonight was the culmination, the first night you were going to do this. You were going to lace a drink with the drug and "train" me under the guise of discussing my job description. There would be more sessions, of course, but you figured it would be easier each time to come up with an excuse. And, I would wake up the next morning, in my own bed, figuring I had just been soo tired after work that I forgot most of it.

A snapping of fingers jolted you out of your reverie. A pair of liquid emerald green eyes stared back at you with a mischievous grin. It always looked like I had something planned, some prank or other fun thing and it complimented my wit nearly perfectly. Long brown hair was done up in a neat ponytail, almost too girl next door for your taste, but you had seen it down once or twice and that had been truly eye opening, "Hey boss, should we get started or do you need a bit more time for...research?"

I smiled gently nudging in the way of Sarah, prodding and giggling as I figured my jokes helped crack the ice. You on the other hand, were slightly silent and oddly stoic. Normally we joked, and I wondered if this meeting was really that serious that we couldn't joke. But, quickly you softened a bit, offering me a drink. The drink you had already prepared. Quickly afterwards you led me to the back. I figured we would do this in your back office, small but big enough for a discussion, but instead you ended up leading me up to the apartment over the bar. Thus began the day that everything started changing.

May and Sarah had known each other for all of half an hour. Well, May had known of Sarah for a few months, but the two had only met officially half an hour ago. It was Sarah's birthday and a mutual friend had invited May along, not that anyone was complaining.

May, on the other hand, had been spending this entire party trying to hide the grin on her face. For her part, she'd been half dreaming about this for the better part of a couple of weeks. It wasn't so much that she had this great plan, or really any plan. It all seemed to devolve down to Get her nice and tied up and didn't get any better from there. Still, there was something about Sarah that made May, well, weak in the knees. The way her cute little face scrunched up sometimes, the way her body moved around just so. May couldn't help but want to see how the girl would look all trussed up. It was the subject of more than one late night fantasy.

Sarah dove into her gifts with reckless abandon. A bunch of standard stuff, for the most part. A lot of alcohol and some gift cards. No one really made much of a splash. That was, until she got to the only unlabeled gift. It was pretty obviously a book, completely different from her other gifts in at least one way. Tearing into the wrapping was satisfying on a whole other level. Finally, she freed the book from it's prison and the blush almost immediately spread across her face. Sarah, if it was possible, looked even cuter trying to hide the mystery gift from prying eyes. Eventually they did see it, though, and they teased her about it. It became quite the piece of attention for the night, but there was more to it than that.

The book itself was a BDSM book. Mostly pictures of girls bound up in interesting poses adorned in intricate gear. Some of them even looked like they were having an amazing time. It was certainly not the type of thing that bubbly Sarah would be into at all, would it? But, then, she didn't immediately throw it away. Of course, tucked in the middle of the book was a nice and just as mysterious note. The note wasn't signed either and all it said was this:

Wondering what it feels like? Give me a call

XXX-XXX-XXXXX

Happy Birthday

The doorbell rang and I absentmindedly ran out of my room to answer it. I figured it was Sam, a little early. No big deal, we could hit the mall early and grab dinner there. It wasn't like mom was going to cook tonight anyways, she was still at work.

I answered the door in my pleated black skirt and pink t-shirt. It wasn't scandalous, but it wasn't Sam on the other side either. There was an older woman and a younger one, about my age. I'd never met either of them before, but the older woman was dressed smartly and definitely looked like she was ready to take control. Her daughter, I assumed she was anyway, looked about the same as I always did when mom dragged me anywhere.

"Hello dear, is your mother home," her question answered a few of my own. This must have been one of mom's clients or partners. I simply shook my head no, hoping they might leave.

"Oh well," She shrugged almost commandingly and started walking in before she had even explained herself, "You don't mind if we wait for her inside. We drove quite a way."

Nothing about it was a question or asking permission. She simply informed me of what she was doing and her daughter followed behind her with a knowing smirk. They moved effortlessly into the lounge area, leaving me standing awkwardly in the doorway of my own home, something I was acutely aware of as I closed it and went into the lounge.

"So," I started awkwardly as I looked at the two of them. The older woman had sat herself down in the lounge chair, sitting very importantly with her legs crossed over her knees and her hands folded precisely in her lap. Her daughter on the other hand was sitting more like I would, relaxing on the couch with her legs folded under her butt and a wide smile plastered on her face, "Are you just stopping by on your way to dinner or something? How do you know my mom anyway?"

There was a brief pause between the two as the glanced at each other. There was a kind of excitement in her daughter's eyes as her mom nodded in ascent. Then she patted the couch next to her and motioned for me to join, which I did to avoid the awkward standing I was doing, "I guess you could call it a reunion."

"My mom used to hypnotize yours in college," the girl beamed at me shocked face. There was no way that sort of thing was true. But, she could practically read my thoughts with how she responded, "It's true. She could make her do anything. The way she tells it, it was pretty hot, so I just had to tag along for the reunion."

"No way," I giggled incredulously. I couldn't wrap my head around my mother doing something like that, "I've heard it's all mostly tricks. No way you can get someone to do anything."

"Way," the girl leaned in closer to me, pulling a necklace with a pretty green pendant from between her ample breasts and taking it off, "But a demonstration is better than a story. Do you want to try hypnotizing me?"

I snatched the pendant without a second thought. I didn't know what I was doing, but it was way more exciting than a normal business meeting of my mom's. I swung it casually and tried to imagine hypnosy things as I talked, "Ok. Now relax...and think of...relaxing things?"

It went on like that for almost a minute before the girl smiled at me and provided some advice, "Think of it like guided meditation."

"I've never meditated before," I admitted.

"Here, Why don't I show you then," She grabbed the pendant from my hand and began swinging in front of my face as my eyes slowly became obsessed with the emerald green pendant.

My body twitched lightly from your touch on my bare shoulder. The twitches in turn jingled the bell that hung from the collar adorning my neck. The jingle, in turn, drove the thoughts out of my head. It was getting easier too, each time the bell jingled they disappeared faster and returned slower. My naked body went slack against the ropes that tied it down. My eyes closed even under the blindfold that had been blocking out my vision. My body utterly relaxed and waited for orders.

"Again," Came your voice, overpowering my pathetic will and becoming my whole world. I could not disobey your voice. I did not want to disobey your voice. I obeyed. And, obeying made me wet.

"Daddy knows best," I panted out mindlessly. There wasn't even a thought in my head as I repeated my conditioned truth. Each word became more and more true the more I repeated it.

"I obey Daddy mindlessly," I intoned and you seemed pleased. There was a bit of humming and a second later the sybian under my delicate pussy started vibrating again. The ropes still held me in place even as my body involuntarily twitched in pleasure. The bell on my collar jangled incessantly, driving my thoughts away with even more fervor. I was being rewarded, I knew that, but there was nothing but the bell and Daddy.

"I am Daddy's horny hypnopet," I finished my conditioned mantra and the sybian died out. Still, the words remained, my pussy wet because that's what I was now. It took longer this time, longer than ever before, for my thoughts to start coming back. I began to wonder simple questions, like how long I had been here or when I had met Daddy.

I jerked slightly, fighting the ropes again. The bell on my collar jingled and my useless thoughts were banished again. Somewhere, I wasn't sure where, Daddy was smiling at me as he spoke, "Again."

And our routine began again until I was properly trained.

I looked over the sheets of paper arranged neatly on the table in front of me. All around us the coffee shop buzzed with excitement, but I hardly seemed to notice the world around me. My teeth nibbling lightly on my lower lip as my attention flits between the contract and your eyes, my breathing ragged even as I tried to pretend I was calm and not bothered at all.

"There's a lot there," You said with a smirk. The confidence was staggering. There was a part of me that truly believed you already knew I was going to sign it. To be fair, it probably wasn't hard to gauge how I felt about all of it, "But the gist is this. You can get out of it at any time, but as long as the contract is in effect you will belong to me."

A brief pause ensued as you let me drink in your words. It wasn't like I didn't already understand all that, but hearing you say it just hit me that much harder.

"So, what do you think?"

"I'll do it," I hadn't even finished saying it before my signature was on the contract, my heart pounding with excitement.

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Thank you all for reading that. I wanted to give you an example of what I can do, just a little bit of a tease to show I'm not all talk and no substance. But, I did post this once before as RP prompt. Today I wanted to open it up to just a casual chat as well. I'm a big fan of TPE and formal contracts and have even written up a couple of them in the past.

What I am looking for in an RP is a plot surrounding a contractual TPE style of relationship. And the kinks I'm really hoping to include are things like DD/lg, Tasks, outfit control, orgasm control, cock worship, praise, rewards and things along that vein. I'm open to pretty much every other kink. But, I want to stress that I'm looking for this to be a full consent scenario and would like to avoid pain and the like as much as possible.

I'd love the opportunity to talk with you one way or another.

Ding-dong

I practically jumped out of my seat on the comfortable recliner. I was, admittedly, far too eager to answer what would almost certainly turn out to be another door to door salesman. I stopped, only briefly, to smooth out the light pink yoga leggings and adjust my matching T-shirt. At 44, I could still turn a few heads, fit with just enough padding in all the right places and a long head of blonde hair with bright pink highlights. It was another of the impulsive decisions I had given in to with no one to convince me otherwise. There were a lot of those lately.

It has been nearly six months since my daughter, Sarah, had gone away to college and I was firmly in the throes of empty nest syndrome. Sure, she came home almost every weekend to do laundry and get home cooked meals. But, I was completely by myself during the week as she stayed in the dorms on campus. Yes, it was easier for practice and her life. That didn't mean I wasn't going crazy without things to do. Just the other day I had practically kidnapped a meter reader just for the conversation.

I opened the door, expecting to be assaulted by the latest in lawn maintenance companies. What I didn't expect to see was my daughter's best friend. I'd known her since they were both in grade 2, spent more time hanging out then most parents. But, you always doted more when you were a single parent. And, they were great friends, so I never minded going the extra mile. Even when that had meant she'd lived at our place one summer while her parents traveled.

They'd gone to different colleges, but both still in the same area. It wasn't like she was a stranger at my house, even now. But, it was Tuesday. She had to know that Sarah wouldn't be here. Did she maybe forget something the last time she was over? The confusion must have been plastered on my face because she quickly took the lead.

“Hey Ms. Glafe! Glad I caught you at home,” She was always like that. Dependable with just enough of a take charge nature that I never had to worry about Sarah. It didn't hurt that she had one of the most infectious smiles ever.

“Tsk-tsk, you're practically,” I started chiding her in an almost too joking tone. I'd been trying to be the cool mom for years, but hadn't ever quite managed to get this next part to stick. But, maybe now I could, “No, not practically. You are an adult now. I'm pretty sure you can just call me Ellie, okay?”

“Okay, Ellie.”

I didn't know if it was just the way she said it or just that I was caught off guard by it. Every single time before she had rebuffed me by telling me it was weird. This time she just went with it and it did feel a little weird, but not in a bad way, “Much better. But, you know Sarah isn't here right? She spends the weeks at the dorms.”

“Oh, I know. I actually dropped by because I had a school project. I've been wracking my brain trying to think of someone who could help me. Then, it suddenly hit me! Mrs…I mean Ellie would be perfect. If you don't mind that is?”

“You know I'd never say no to you dear. But, what school project could I possibly help you with,” As far as I knew, she was studying computer science. I wasn't a stay at home mom or anything, but I certainly didn't know anything about coding.

“Well, the project is on something a little weird. I was doing some research into hypnosis,” She paused and I felt my heart skip a beat. There was no way that she knew I had fantasized about being brainwashed for years. The way she looked at me, though. Had her smile always looked like a bit of a smirk? I was squirming in my attempt to pretend she hadn't just struck a cord, “But I couldn't think of anyone who would let me try on them. That was, until I remembered seeing some books about it around your house. So, I took a leap of faith and decided to ask you. What do you say, Ellie, would you be willing to let me try to hypnotize you?”

"You should just take the day off work and relax with me," Your offer was certainly tempting to say the least. Between stress, deadlines and the frequent late night hanging out, I was starting to become more and more worn out. Worst yet, I kept finding myself losing bits of time, something I attributed to simply being tired and passing out.

"Just need to get this project put to bed and then things will get easier," It had become a practiced excuse I used these days as I pulled my long flaming red hair back into a loose ponytail. It was always just the next project that I needed to finish and things would get less stressful. But, I couldn't give up when I was this invested already.

"You said that three projects ago," You weren't wrong. It was an excuse I used religiously, even before we had known each other. In the beginning I hadn't minded as much, but these days I had even started fantasizing about giving up. Forget the rat race and maybe just be someone's good girl for a living. I didn't know when the fantasy had first started, but it seemed to get stronger each week, "Not like I can convince you otherwise. Hey, can you grab my laptop off the floor before you head out?"

"Sure," I muttered moving over to the corner of the living room to pick up the haphazardly placed device. It wasn't till I started to pull upwards with it that things came into sharper focus. Jingle. The bell on my cute pink leather collar chimed out lightly as I jerked upwards, erasing the thoughts from my head temporarily. Then came the fog, like it always did, making it harder to piece thoughts together.

When had I put on the collar? I didn't remember ever doing something like that. What was I doing anyway? I was getting ready for something, right? There was something I was supposed to be doing, but the fog made it hard to remember what that was.

Then you appeared next to me, your face smiling as it looked on at my slack jawed expression. There was something reassuring about the way you stood next to me. I felt like I could just let go for you. But, what was I letting go of, "Not quite able to sink for me with just one yet. Still too many pesky thoughts."

Jingle. Your hand gently swiped at the bell and the thoughts vanished again. This time the fog was thicker. There was just you there. Just your words penetrating the fog of submission, "It's okay, you can call in to work and we'll work on that all day."

Put the collar on...

Cassie read over the note slowly, complying with its very specific instructions. Everything had been provided in the box that had contained the letter. It was all very neat an proper an entirely too professional. She pulled long blond hair off to the side as she slid the pink leather around her neck. She made sure it was snug as she looped it in and notched the buckle. Not tight enough that it was difficult to breath, but she felt every inch along with the three metal O rings that hung from the front and two sides.

Cuffs on ankles and wrists...

She complied again. Pink leather cuffs, each with a D ring, were looped around her ankles and wrists. She kept reminding herself what this weekend was. She was giving herself up for the weekend and getting $100,000 as payment. It was all very professional and scary. She didn't even know who the person or persons that she was going to belong to were. But, this was a life changing amount of money. Enough that she could even accept having to do anything she was told for 48 hours.

Do not wear underwear. Wear a long skirt...

There was a brief pang of fear. She contemplated not doing this. However, the thought of the money snapped her out of it. She removed both bra and panties and then pulled on a long, ankle length black skirt and a navy blue sweater. The combination was good enough to hide the cuffs already on her. The collar, unfortunately, was still plenty visible.

Put the chained cuffs around your thighs and lock them with the padlocks provided. Your owner is the only one with the key to the padlocks. Do not do this is you have any doubts...

These cuffs were metal with only a one foot chain between them. Once she padlocked them, there was no going back and her movement would be limited, but not impossible. Already committed, she finished binding herself and snapped the padlocks shut on each cuff. She was truly committed to this weekend now and the only thing left was to go to the location on the paper and begin her weekend of servitude.

THE POSITIVES

THE NEGATIVES

Meet Ramaud Uthgaut!  Halfling adventurer, raised on tales of glorious adventurers of old!  Mythical figures who carved a trail of fame, wealth, heroics, and women in their path!  He heard these tales from the village elder of his tribal community, a halfling village that raised him right.  To respect others, life, and protect those who cannot protect themselves!  So naturally, he was drawn to these stories as a young lad.  Training day and night with the greatest warrior of the tribe, until his incredible strength allowed him to swing his brilliant greataxe with ease!  Once he turned 20, it became time to make his own destiny!  

He packed his belongings, said his farewells, and began his journey to be a true hero!  So he began small and humble, helping old ladies with vile rats.  Protecting farmers from goblin raids.  He made a decent name for himself as an honest man, who stands up for his noble beliefs to protect those who need it!  To leave every place better, and safer than when he left.  To do his good deeds, make a living, and spread his fame far and wide!

Yet, one thing that he truly didn't expect, was how absurdly horny many of the women of the realm were!  He didn't expect to encounter such raunchy, lustful, and incredibly curvy women with such frequency!  It seems to be almost comical, and even by some cosmic design that he manages to find such wanton desire and lust from the various women he meets.  Sometimes it is his poor attempts at charm that manage to get him a roll in the hay.  Sometimes it is a thanks for a job well done.  Sometimes, it is some brazen lady who just can't help but want to ride his second axe and makes quite the confident and bold move!  Whatever the case, he truly didn't think the legends would be this true.  Yet, if some goddess is truly looking down on him and blessing his journey, should he be one to turn it away?

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Welcome to the main premise of the plot, I want to play my 20 YO halfling adventurer.  He could be a tad bit older depending, mostly based on how long he has been adventuring.  Young adult is what I am aiming for though.  

Ramaud is energetic, high spirited, optimistic, naieve, but full of the spunk and horniness a young adult on the cusp of his virility is!  He may not be actively seeking it, with the odd attempt of him trying to seduce women mingling in every once in awhile.  Yet, my hope is that it is his unintentional charm, courage, honest awkwardness, and truly good nature that seems to encourage that second look from the ladies!  Not to mention, he is rather impressive in his physical endowments, in more ways than one!

So I am looking for one, or a series of scenarios depending on what myself and my partner prefer!  To explore a rather episodic series of different lovers he has during his time travelling, now it isn't required, but older ladies are who I prefer to pair with him!  I have a bit of a MILF kick right now, and so that is the current preference flavor.  However beyond that, I do like sizeplay with him being smaller and her being taller.  If we do a one shot, a series of one shots, or perhaps you DM a perverse world for me, or you have a singular main character for a short adventure.  We can discuss the details of what scene we play together!

Now keep in mind that Ramaud is kind, selfless, eager to please, and a man who truly wants the most delightful experience for himself and his lover.  So there is no non-con, he would never force himself on anyone, it isn't who he is.  He may be coaxed into taking a more dominant approach, he is just not super experienced especially in the beginning of his journey.  

I am hoping for women who are a bit more confident, flirty, lustful, and loving for him to meet!  Now, the level of assertiveness/dominance they have can be discussed.  I imagine Ramaud as more of a switch who is eager to learn and improve.  So women who help bring him out of his shell would be fantastic!  Hopefully I have expressed well who Ramaud is and what I want for him!

Now, some initial ideas that I love!  Not required, just base points for any who like them!

 

1.  Ramaud is travelling to a new city, he stops at a city checkpoint and is being flagged for inspection of contraband.  However, the female guard, perhaps an officer is the one to pull him aside.  A flirtatious guard has no intention of barring his entry, but she does offer to take him off to the side a ways for an in depth inspection.  The shy, horny, and eager halfling is anxious but happy to oblige!

2.  Ramaud was pivotal in dealing with a dangerous blight on a vast forest, pleaded to by a great fairy spirit to help.  After the deed is done, and she and him return to her sanctum with a job well done.  She offers to reward him for his valiant efforts!  He was expecting a rare magical item, but it isn't long before she is showing off her impressive cleavage and helping him disrobe!

3.  Ramaud is dealing with a nefarious demoness!  Someone who has not been doing more than cause aggravating mischief to locals of a nearby township, he is here to negotiate her departure from this plane or to pacify her.  Well, it just so happens she is a succubus.  She has some peculiar idea in mind to help put an end to her troublemaking, so long as she can find some way to entertain and fill her time.  After a bit of a lustful evening, and a job well done, she agrees to stop with her antics if he pays her a yearly visit!

So, I've recently had the idea for an OC who is an AMAB (assigned male at birth) character who is either cis-male or intersex and due to having a futa/herm as a mom, something rather straight up strange happened to them at the very end of their puberty as an adult. It seemed like despite ending puberty and being nearly 20, that wasn't done for them as they suddenly woke up with a pretty good looking rack for boobs. As if the presence of breasts doesn't help already, they already had a very feminine build (big hips, a large behind, etc) so it was quite the strangeness when they looked at themselves in the mirror that morning.

Not to mention of having to deal with finishing high school as a senior and/or entering college, home life and friends, now their identity has been turned upside down and they're questioning if they're even the gender they we're assigned anymore. I do also like the idea of making the subject of their genetics/sex chromosomes besides the AMAB assignment very ambiguous as who knows, they might be male in terms of genes or might actually have female sex chromosomes but were mistakenly assigned AMAB when they were born.

Potential relationship dynamics:
*He has a crush on a girl who he has no idea is a lesbian and with the fact that he suddenly has to go to school with breasts large enough to make his own shirts not fit, things start to change very quickly, perhaps he's a bit meek like she could be one of those popular bitches or just way out of his league or worse, his belt broke broke right in front of her causing a pants drop malfunction, one thing leads to another and next thing he knows, he's under or on top of her somewhere private...
*Very close female friend who bought him some more fitting clothes in the form of a skirt but will also blow and ride him just so it can stay down and he can actually pass in those clothes without a boner stretching things out or even in private, basically made him drop his pants and if he's intersex, instead of making him tuck it, grabs his fucking dick, bends it backwards towards his ass and shoves it into his cunt

A ref for them
 

I'm desiring something very queer, potentially very lewd and intends to blur gender and gender-pairings furiously to the point that midway through a RP, you might not be able to tell if things are straight or yuri.

I want to play a gender non-conforming male vs a female or futa with a heavy focus on orientation play, gender/orientation confusion on both sides, gender envy, girlcock envy, those kind of things with an obvious dash of femdom probably whether as-is or more like soft-domme femdom but also very likely intended with gender affirmation (or not so subtle or subtle gender realigning with a less soft domme) and an eggcracking/trans awakening (egg is a LGBT term for someone who is actually trans but unaware they are while still being cis thus when they find out: egg cracked) thing as a main kink and theme. Heavy transbian subtext, even.

Since I'm interested in playing a non gender-conforming male (whether cis and feminine or preferably one of the following: male-herm, a cuntboy or a bustyboy or a combination of the former), I like the idea of using feminine secondary sexual characteristics present on a male to imply, nudge and convince that their actual gender/identity does not lie within the male spectrum at all and thus that the RP blurs into or actually eventually turns into yuri packed futaxfemale and futaxfemale like I've been implying in the previous paragraph.

So, I've had a desire to play a bustyboy with a modest bust for quite a while. Plus six months? I'd also would like some feminization with a roleplay of that and to play an intersex male as well.

Maybe some transgender stuff in an egg cracking context as long as its not done problematically and is done respectfully. Not much else to this though but I am open to discussion.

I feel like I'd want some Kanel/Limebreaker refs for a partner's faceclaim today. This ad serves as a general guideline of what I want regardless, though in short, I am looking for something smutty, maybe very degenerate but also with feminization, impregnation and playing an intersex male and/or a bustyboy, also hyper futa related stuff, preferably with Limebreaker refs/faceclaims versus an OC of mine. I really enjoy Limebreaker's art! So, I would like to roleplay something with a partner using their art as a faceclaim/ref and with themes such as hyper (extreme hyper?) and futa

My character is an adventurer who finds themselves in a bad situation, they are kidnapped by tentacles and wake up deep in there nest without any of there equipment, she then try's her best to try and escape, but in doing so she comes across many different tentacle monsters and they are trying there best to get her to become there breeding slave, so some rooms may be filled with aphrodisiacs, they might force themselves on her, try and knock her own and set back her progress, and most importantly use there mind control powers to slowly change her cognition, make her want to stay as the tentacle breeding slave forever.

Some tentacle monsters I would love to include are Mimics, Living armor/clothing, besides that we can do whatever you want. The structure would be that my character would be trying to escape and you would control the tentacles and traps that she would find and fall into. Also if you wanted to make it more dynamic we could include some elements of TTRPGs like dice rolls to determine some outcomes. This would end with my character either escaping OR be taken and corrupted completely.

Moira is working on a project for Talon and my character ends up get assigned to help them out, this makes Moira very pissed of as she prefers to work alone, so she decides to take out this anger on my character, constantly messing with them, degrading them, and trying to force them to leave the project. Overtime though my character begins to win over Moira and Moira begins to push her influence on my character, making her do sexual favors and turning her into Moira's own personal Guinea Pig.

This RP is mainly about my raging crush on Moira and my want for her to do terrible things to me, so if that sounds hot to you please sign up here.

In this world there are 7 demon lords, all representing the 7 deadly sins, my character is an alchemist and a researcher, she has decided to explore the Isle of Lust, as the name suggests it's the domain of the demon lore Lust. She has completely transformed the island into a land with many biomes and flooded it with monster girls. The thing is, no one really knows much about it because quite frankly they underestimate Lust, assuming she is a weak demon lore who will be stain any day now, and yet all who have tried have failed, this is why my character has taken such an interest in it, they don't underestimate them in quite the same way and will try and find out as much as they can about the island and it's inhabitants.

The basic flow of this RP would probably be something like, my character is exploring, they find a monster girl, they get raped, the cycle repeats. I would also be willing to have them be monster boys as well if that is something you are interested in.

MC is new to the trials and she is in her first match against the Ghost Face, everything is fairly normal until he taunts and talks to MC while she's on his shoulder, he is equally surprised when she responds to him. The two of them keep up this banter as they go against each other, MC are still very new but she find herself to have quite a crush on him. Eventually the Entity tastes MC's lust and it makes him curious of it's flavor. So he informs Ghost Face of MC crush and in the next trial the two are together all of her teammates drop quickly but she remain uninjured, she find the hatch thinking she's secured her escape she rushes towards it. Then Ghost Face jumps on MC, taking her to the floor instantly and having his way with her. He insists he 'knows MC wants it' and does many perverted things to her before letting her escape.

This can be a one off smut scene or long term RP where The Entity decides she likes the taste of lust and uses MC as a test dummy for his new type of trial where he has the killer rape the survivors instead of kill them. I am also interested in other killers but GhostFace is a must for long term RPs.

Vi is at her absolute lowest, she felt like she had lost everything and her life has become a loop of fighting and drinking just to feel alive, she eventually sees a women in the undercity, and there where two notable things about her, she was very pretty, and she did not look like she was from the undercity. So Vi, at her lowest decides she was going to rape this women. Eventually she gets to her and completely overpowers her with her strength, and takes her and fucks her against her will, it also made her feel amazing, the sex was great and having that much power over someone else made her feel something again.

This might be better if it was only 1 or 2 scenes but there is a lot we can add to it if you wanted to adapt it for a long term RP

YC is an incel/femcel and your mother is concerned you aren't cleaning your room, so she hires a cleaning service and MC is the cleaner that shows up, she comes into your room and begins cleaning, but she cant help but notice you checking her out in her maid outfit, and MC feels bad so she offers to help you, it starts will just a voluntary hand job, but YC becomes obsessed, blackmailing her with photos he took during her cleaning, and stalking her, drugging her, fucking her in her sleep, whatever he can do to get closer to her.

MC is a thief in Gotham, she found herself pretty successful having a few good heists lead her to get a good start. She was on another heist stealing from on of the The Penguins many penthouses, stealing some expensive items she could find, she didn't fear The Penguin or The Batman would come after her because they were both in a brawl against each other. That didn't stop The Red Hood from finding her though, catching her off guard he easily dispatched her, deciding she was very pretty and needed a lesson taught to her, he rapes her on the spot, afterwards he finds she would make a perfect cumdump and wants to keep her as his personal slave.

MC is trying to uncover the secret of a new cult propping up, eventually after lots of hard work she is able to get into the cult as a Nun, she needs to try her best to uncover secrets and collect evidence while not exposing her cover. Which means participating in the strange rituals of the cult, some being sexual, and some changing her perception. And who knows what punishments await her if she gets caught snooping around where she shouldn't be. Can she uncover all she needs before she get's turned into a cum loving slut, well that's for us to figure out ;)

The Evermore's are a long and storied family with a deep history. Part of this was that the females born into the family would be sex slaves for the males to keep generations pure. However the family realized this was an outdated process, and so of course they changed it. Of course tradition was still important, so they instead gave the women an opportunity for freedom, this was done in the form of a maze, a trial, it was quite simple, the women aged 20-25 who wanted to participate would enter on one side with nothing but the clothes on their back, if they reach the other side they succeed and may choose to either leave the family, marry outside the family, or join the second group the during the next trial... See there was a second group, one made of the males and the successful females who wanted a sex slave of there own. They're goal wasn't to reach the other side, no it was to find a sex slave of there own, and tame them until they give up, earning themselves a new toy. They were allowed to bring in resources and receive 2 supply crates during the trial. They can set up traps, bring sex toys, mind control equipment, whatever they felt they needed to secure themselves a toy. Of course things could get rather competitive among this second group, especially when there was a desirable girl in the pool.
We could play this one of two ways, either you play as one M/F/Futa, and I'll play multiple females for you to find and corrupt as you please, or I play as one female, and you play multple characters that are M/F/Futa, all trying to catch and claim my character, or maybe they are helpful, being as they have there eyes on someone else, or as a tactic to catch her off guard.
I prefer the second type and someone who is willing to play all three of M/F/Futa, but am willing to play it other ways.

MC is stalked by a serial killer, the killer would normally do this with any of there victims, but there was something different about this girl, she was to pretty, to sexy, so instead of killing her the serial killer just knew that he had to take her for then and there. Afterword's this serial killer might want to keep MC at which point it could either become a dark romance plot, or the serial killer could kidnap her slowly manipulating and corrupting her until she falls for him completely. 

MC goes into the woods after hearing rumors about Slenderman being in that area, it turns out he was, but unlike the stories he wasn't a ruthless killer who would keep anyone out of his forest, instead he would take women and turn them into his personal cumdumps. Those tentacles, they are still sharp but its so he could inject women with drugs and aphrodisiacs to make them into willing bimbo sluts for him to endlessly rape. The question is will my character find this out before it's to late? Or will they be lost in the woods never to be seen again.

Every Halloween three witches come out of hiding to find there latest victim, see they have found the secret to eternal life but to fulfil it they need to rape a women on the night that makes our world closest to the underworld. My character is out wearing one of those slutty Halloween costumes making her quickly catch there eye, so it is only a matter of time before the get her and ensure there continued life. Who knows, maybe she is such a good lay she is worth bringing back to there witches hut.

MC decides to explore a haunted house with her friends, but her friends prank her by locking her inside all by herself, little did they know the house was actually haunted and the ghost inside is incredibly horny, but without a body she cant get off at all, luckily a new body just walked in. So while my character is trying to escape the haunted estate the ghost is trying to gain some control of her body, and after that who knows what would happen, wandering the streets naked looking for anyone who will fuck her and her new consequence free body. 

A Zombie apocalypse has broken out leaving the world broken and abandoned with very little people left. These Zombies are stronger then humans, but they don't spread through biting, no, they spread by penetrating people and cumming inside them, it even turned women into futas. MC character was born with a natural immunity to the virus, most people would consider that a blessing, but it also meant that no matter how much she got raped she would never turn, can she find a semi normal life, or will she just end up broken, defeated, and endlessly raped.

This RP is really for people who want to play a variety of different characters with different kinds of relationship dynamics

My Character is a woman fresh out of college and she was applying for any job her degree could help her get among the many places she applied to was the NexGen a company known for being extremely particular about the people they hire, typically ones only coming from a small community. So much to the surprise of her MC is accepted into the position with a few rules. The first was that she had to move an live in there small community and the second would be that she could not speak of the circumstances of her unusual hire. (though that wouldn't stop the news from getting out.) It also came with a warning that her job was extremely conditional and that if she underperformed or caused problems for the company she would be fired on the spot. It would be extremely risky but MC took the lucrative position.

Now the reason this community was so special was because it was made up entirely of Futanari, and they had strange cultural rules, including that Futa could not sleep with other Futa, so a women entering the community was a game changer, and makes her a target. 

Now the main point/idea with this RP is having lots of characters with lots of dynamics for relationships, here are a few I have thought of but if you want to play this scenario and have other character ideas feel free to suggest them.
The Roommate- One of the only kind characters and the one MC lives with. They act as a guide and a shoulder to cry on the relationship dynamic is about the two of them helping each other in every way that counts, and when you're a pent up Futa with a crush on there roommate there is only one real piece of help you want. We could also further the romance of these characters if you want.
The Boss/CEO- The person that MC has to look up to at work and ultimately the one that decides if they get fired or stay, they also have the advantage of being one of very few characters who knows that MC is a female before they figure it out on there own. They can realistically do whatever they want to MC, blackmailing them the whole way there, weather it's at work or at the fancy dinners she forces MC to come to.
The Office Bully- They have family in the company so they have had full impunity to be as mean and disrespectful to whoever they want in the office, and a new girl who no one knows is the perfect victum to sink her teeth into. She is physically stronger than MC and uses that to her advantage especially after she finds out she has the most fuckable pussy. The Bully mainly strikes in the office but who knows what she would do if she found MC outside the office, without all those eyes.
The Corner Store Owner- In a small community without many shops you don't have many options so MC has been forced to rely entirely on a small Corner store near her house run by one woman, and someone who you rely on for all your purchasing needs and someone who watches you buy everything can learn a lot about you very quickly and so she offers discounts or threatens to cut off supplies unless MC does favors for her or maybe test out some new products ;)
Again just a small list we can make up many more before or during our RP~

This one is kind of basic but basically I want a family where everyone is a Futa except MC and so they use and abuse her hot body whenever they get to worked up. I also was thinking that there would be a lot of dub-con where the other family members would often force themselves on to MC either physically, or guilt tripping her, or blackmailing her, etc.

You can really play whatever family dynamic you'd like to, and I'm open to as many or as little family as you'd want. Older sister, younger sister, mom, aunt, cousin, again I am open to anything, let your lewd heart run wild ;P

If you're looking for more of a plot, the idea I had was that the whole family was going on a girls vacation up to the mountains where they were put in a (varied sized based on amount of characters) house, but a large avalanche followed by a terrible blizzard covers them up for who knows how long, there was good news though they still had power. The only question is how long could simple masturbation especially when MC keeps wandering around the house with revealing or sexy outfits.

My character is running low on money and there old job wasn't paying the bills anymore, so when they were looking for new jobs online she finds a listing for a job as a Monster Girl ambassador, helping the new race of monster girls integrate into society after they appeared out of nowhere, and with a large signing bonus she took the job to fast to read the fine print, and the important part that she missed was that the monsters she was invite into her home were considered problematic and had gone through multiple homes because of behavioral issues. (We can decide this per character, perhaps they are aggressive, or to flirty, or likes to use their powers on people they like, etc.) So when the first monster turns up it turns out she is a bit of a handful she quickly gets overwhelmed. The worst part is the futa monsters keep falling in love with her and trying to do whatever they can to sleep with her. (Some of them even using there superior ability to overpower/restrain/mind control her) 

My idea for this was to have a long term RP where we slowly introduce girls who will try and get my characters affection and weather or not she reciprocates is up to us. The plot could go into a lot of directions, one possible is that she needs to juggle giving her new monster girl harem all the attention and love they deserve, or another is like she is just trying to live a normal life but because all the monster girls love her so much (maybe even to much) the organization keeps sending her problematic monster girls she now has to contend with.

We could also do whatever kinds of monsters too, I'm open to more traditional monster girls like slimes or cat girls, but I also would like to see monsters from all kinds of media and folklore, like vampires, harpies, arcane, lamia, gorgons, zombies etc. Really just whatever you'd like.

My character has fallen into a terrible dept and cant pay it, but they are given a different way out of it to sign a contract and take a job for the company to work on this debt. The CEO gave this offer to MC herself as a kindness, how could she possibly refuse. The job seems normal at first, just being the CEOs new Secretary/Maid/Whatever you'd like, but overtime the CEO reveals her contract is much more than just a normal job contract, the CEO slowly reveals more about it that basically means MC is her own personal sex slave that she can do whatever she wanted with.

This is more or less about the specific dynamic of that sexy CEO type corrupting MC and turning her into whatever fantasy she wanted for her, all the while MC starts to like the whole arrangement more and more, even looking forward to when YC asks her to do increasingly lewd things.