u/riving17

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative. Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple.

You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so. Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. What is it if not empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you. You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

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Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con conceives, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

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I play in first person. Preferably over Discord. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona.
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment.

I love using celebrity references, and not just as mere face-claims! If that's something you might fancy, tell me your choices, else I have a huge list of names I might fancy.

I am 18+ and all participants must be 18+ too.

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative. Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple.

You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so. Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. What is it if not empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you. You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

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Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con breeds, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

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I play in first person. Preferably over Discord. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona.
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment.

I plan to play this against a real life celebrity! If that's something you might fancy, tell me your choices, else I have a huge list of names I might fancy.

Sleek chains hang from the ceiling bound to your arms, clanking in thick air. A mellow hum from the central air conditioning blankets the warm glow of the rickety lights.

I am not a fan of basements, but you made it imperative! Why must you be so dense? Why must you insist I punish you to make you learn? This could have been so easy! So simple. You are suave and sexy, hands tied above your head with the chains even more so.

Your body visibly flounders under its own steam. You are a muse!

And a muse by definition is bred in hardship. Apathy is misunderstood. It is empathy itself, with its borders moved to suit a purpose. A lab rat isn't provided the luxury of empathy, is it? Yet still it's a benevolent task to find cure to diseases for people that shall always remain inconsequential.

But you are not inconsequential, are you, my love! No, you are not. I slide my hand along your abdomen and feel you reacting to me - the fear, the heat, the impending doom you have so smartly conceived. Your cheekbone sparks a hue of red from whence I first slapped you for acting out. Shiny as lust, magnetic as your lipstick.

"You are home now, my sweet." Your knees are buckled, held only under the duress of the flexing chains. I don't wish you harm, physical or emotional. But I shall do what's needed. What's required to mold you into your true purpose. I envy your intelligence, your creativity, your spirit; I really do. But what exactly has it borne? Prejudice? Hatred? A few seconds of orgasmic bliss occasionally with stupid men?

I will give you more than that. I will free you of your shackles of deciding your destiny. Ironically. You will come to love this, I promise you! You will see what I see in you. You will be mine!

---

---

Have you ever had that horrible feeling that you are being watched? Toyed with? Well then, maybe this just might be to your style.

You are famous. Sexy. Intimidating. You have the world to your heels, and people on their feet wherever you go. You attract attention! Sometimes more than you like. More than you need. More than you might be able to bear.

Maybe I want to turn you into a bondage bunny and marry you in my basement. Maybe I want to pay you back for not loving me. Or maybe it's just a singular night of passion that I crave, once I realize you aren't the perfect doll I imagined you out to be.

Either way, you can, and you shall fight back. It's up to me to stop you. You shall try and escape. You might succeed. Or I might drag you by your hair back to my lair. Or better yet, my bed. You defeated my spirit, and I shall take what I want directly. Repeatedly.

Or you might develop a classical case of Stockholm Syndrome! Always what a heavy sprinkling of dub/non-con breeds, isn't it? And my personal favorite. Maybe you even make it back to Hollywood with my help! After all, I got to be rich. Anyone this psychopathic and resourceful is bound to be!

Perhaps we even get into a relationship. Passion, feeling of entrapment and gaslighting - have you ever known a perfect relationship without one?

---

---

I play in first person. And this post is open indefinitely.

What might you may bequeath me:

• Tell me what you like. To what extent you wish to give up control. Whether you wish for it to be non/dub-con throughout. Or move down a step to Stockholm Syndrome eventually. Or maybe just have a plain maladjusted, unstable romance, especially if you like playing a deranged, bipolar, self-destructive persona (I love Amber Heard).
• Your kinks or merely your interests. It shall be a rollercoaster of emotions. In character, you might not have much say. But if I am to lead you into loving me, I am going to need cheat codes! Whether you prefer to be seduced and serenaded with extensive bondage over a slew of rough nights, or do you prefer being loved so intensely I can't just wait anymore to bed you!
• The story. Do I kidnap you? Am I a stranger or do I know you from before? Or would you rather just skip it and start directly in my arms? Or maybe, just maybe.. you are equally a sociopath and find a muse in me as much as I do in you. It's consensual, but so absolutely fucking violent & dysfunctional I don't mind you breaking 800 plates and 347 paintings in my penthouse every day, because at the end of each night, I break you in our bed as payment (Did I mention I like Amber Heard?)

Women I love: **Amber Heard (duh!), Kiernan Shipka, Elle Fanning, Scarlett Johansson, *Bella Thorne, Margot Robbie, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, *Natalie Dormer, *Eva Green, *Léa Seydoux, Ana de Armas, *Charlize Theron, Alexandra Daddario, Kate Upton, Brie Larson, Elizabeth Olsen, *Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, Emily Stone, Emmy Rossum, *Amanda Seyfried, Hayley Atwell, Rebecca Ferguson, Hailee Steinfeld, Ella Hunt, *Victoria Justice, Victoria Pedretti, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, *Anya Taylor-Joy, Thomasin McKenzie, Cara Delevingne, *Keira Knightley, Dakota Johnson, Lili Reinhart, Madelaine Petsch, Melissa Benoist, Milly Alcock, Molly Gordon, Emilia Clarke, Anna Kendrick, Sydney Sweeney, Blake Lively, *Alicia Vikander, *Olivia Wilde, Lily James, *Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Megan Fox, *Lauren Cohan, Rachel Brosnahan, *Rose Leslie, Kate Beckinsale, Kate Mara, Rachel Zegler, *Jennifer Lawrence, Priyanka Chopra, Gal Gadot, Isla Fisher, *Amy Adams, Kristen Stewart, Alison Brie, Betty Gilpin, Yvonne Strahovski, Rashida Jones, *Aubrey Plaza. Tempt me with alacrity, and I will let you be whoever you wish.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

The air recoils at the lewd kiss of the leather against your bare skin. Half in intimidation, half in envy.

Just to think that a month ago, the only encounters we had were unplanned. Oblivious to their gravity, ignorant as to the place they would soon occupy in our memory. If not for our personal/professional proximity, you wouldn't have been here quivering. Pulsating.. writhing in utter desire. Or given me a second look even for crying out loud. Those fleeting glances were all we had for such a long time. Each one a millisecond longer than the last.. those mutual glints, flanked by a blushing grin as we passed each other on set.. all culminated to this.

I swing again.

You are actually savoring it. There is gratuitous pleasure dripping from your voice. Pleasure that culminates in heat over your body and more specifically your ass.. but still you deny to explicitly accept it. I can live with that. I am in no hurry. The leather can definitely last longer than your skin, however plush your ass cheeks may be. This time it's carnal. Impulsive... and indignant.

"Don't forget to count!" I will myself to breathe.

You flail in place, as the cold glass surface melts against the heat of your body. A slew of whimpers percolate through your delicate lips, and diffuse into the room. Like a fresh dessert every time to the pièce de résistance, that is each spank. Ethereal and aesthetic, you flounder.

Consequently I flutter, and not just my heart. I flutter with my whole damn psyche! Ironically similar to when those lavish regal long dresses swayed along your frame during the shoot. It was a tedious task in itself to get every pleat just right, every measurement just precise.. but the end result had been fascinating to say the least. Not to mention each second we spent together brought us here.. and I wouldn't mind risking the world for it.

"three." The barest of whispers from your lips forms condensation along the table.. same table where we were supposed to have my birthday dinner. We still will, albeit with a renewed appetite.

I kiss your cheek, and deliver the fourth. You have been utterly stubborn ever since we got together, and that aspect is one which I always cherished. To see you be the big bad bitch to anyone that crossed you. Same reason it's all the more rewarding when you do eventually break under my steam. However, this time.. it's much more of a rush. Because for this instance, I have a reason. A motivation to claim you.. this is my bespoke reward for helping you out. Like the fourth wall that you broke to come lunge at me. You may not allow me to replicate this again, but do you even need to? In my eyes, I have already fallen for you. Desperate and inundated by you. We were sharing fleeting eye contacts since before they were fashionable, and we will be sharing fleeting gleeful glints till they run of fashion.

Your spine quivers and bulges under the skin, cresting with desires flowing beneath it. The last and the fifth hit is more mellow. Less unhurried. Like a steady salacious coal burning with desire. I listen.. with my whole body. Too.

You have a few years of experience on me; in age, in profession, and in just about every conceivable field of life. Yet your refusal to accept your place, but eagerness to succumb to my strength is all the more invigorating. Obstinate in your acceptance of being owned by me, yet brash in your show of arousal in being punished. Which inevitably makes me fall all the more for you.

I think I have the power. But do I? Or am I merely a victim of your persuasion...

xxx xxx xxx

Corny? Perhaps. Potential? I fucking hope so..

If you harbor a similar obsession for all things sexual and sadistic, and managed to stick around until the end, my DM is wide open for you. My character's profession is intentionally left vague, to fit in whatever plot we come up with.

The prompt was framed around an older celebrity paired with a younger guy, for no reason other than the dynamic being sexy to me! Or when the gal is taller, yet subservient. Or both even. However, that's all open to discussion. Especially if the character you choose doesn't physically suit those constraints.

I wish for them to enjoy a healthy, well oiled and well communicated relationship, having equal say regardless of status. With love being the facilitator in their mutual self-discovery. However, that being said, I am also very happy for them to indulge in an infidel relationship! Especially if the celebrity we choose is married in real life.

My kinks are immensely varied and flexible, with a strong focus on BDSM, build-up and romance. And I much rather prefer to play in first person.

Favorites: Hailee Steinfeld, *Bella Thorne, *Amber Heard, *Felicity Jones, Margot Robbie, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Emma Stone, Emma Roberts, *Emily Blunt, Selena Gomez, Léa Seydoux, Kristen Stewart, Brie Larson, Scarlett Johansson, Sadie Sink, *Emmy Rossum, Elizabeth Olsen, Emma Watson, Natalie Dormer, Sophie Turner, Alicia Vikander, *Emilia Clarke, Kaley Cuoco, *Emmanuelle Chriqui, Selena Gomez, Kate Mara, Kate Upton, Alexandra Daddario, Hayley Atwell, *Eva Green, Charlize Theron, *Kate Beckinsale, Kaya Scodelario, *Blake Lively, Olivia Wilde, Olivia Munn, Mandy Moore, Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Megan Fox, Betty Gilpin, Alison Brie, *Alicia Witt, Lauren Cohan, Rachel Weisz, Melanie Laurent, Rose Leslie, Rebecca Ferguson, *Sydney Sweeney, *Dakota Johnson, Lili Reinhart, Eiza González, Naomi Scott, *Kiernan Shipka, Emma Chamberlain, *Milla Jovovich, Marina Diamondis, Jillian Rose Banks, Melissa Benoist, *Natalie Portman, Mila Kunis, Lucy Hale, Victoria Justice, Kat Dennings, Victoria Pedretti, Madeline Brewer, Ana de Armas, *Yvonne Strahovski, Keira Knightley, *Amy Adams, Phoebe Dynevor, Amanda Seyfried, Lily James, *Jennifer Lawrence, Cobie Smulders and Rachel McAdams. Still open to suggestions.

If you are looking for a dom/sub relationship, featuring a deep romantic connection, and willing to shoe in the effort to formulate detailed responses, that's all we need to work on together.

DMs stay open as long as the post is up!

I am 18+ and all characters should be 18+ too.

The air recoils at the lewd kiss of the leather against your bare skin. Half in intimidation, half in envy.

Just to think that a month ago, the only encounters we had were unplanned. Oblivious to their gravity, ignorant as to the place they would soon occupy in our memory. If not for our personal/professional proximity, you wouldn't have been here quivering. Pulsating.. writhing in utter desire. Or given me a second look even for crying out loud. Those fleeting glances were all we had for such a long time. Each one a millisecond longer than the last.. those mutual glints, flanked by a blushing grin as we passed each other on set.. all culminated to this.

I swing again.

You are actually savoring it. There is gratuitous pleasure dripping from your voice. Pleasure that culminates in heat over your body and more specifically your ass.. but still you deny to explicitly accept it. I can live with that. I am in no hurry. The leather can definitely last longer than your skin, however plush your ass cheeks may be. This time it's carnal. Impulsive... and indignant.

"Don't forget to count!" I will myself to breathe.

You flail in place, as the cold glass surface melts against the heat of your body. A slew of whimpers percolate through your delicate lips, and diffuse into the room. Like a fresh dessert every time to the pièce de résistance, that is each spank. Ethereal and aesthetic, you flounder.

Consequently I flutter, and not just my heart. I flutter with my whole damn psyche! Ironically similar to when those lavish regal long dresses swayed along your frame during the shoot. It was a tedious task in itself to get every pleat just right, every measurement just precise.. but the end result had been fascinating to say the least. Not to mention each second we spent together brought us here.. and I wouldn't mind risking the world for it.

"three." The barest of whispers from your lips forms condensation along the table.. same table where we were supposed to have my birthday dinner. We still will, albeit with a renewed appetite.

I kiss your cheek, and deliver the fourth. You have been utterly stubborn ever since we got together, and that aspect is one which I always cherished. To see you be the big bad bitch to anyone that crossed you. Same reason it's all the more rewarding when you do eventually break under my steam. However, this time.. it's much more of a rush. Because for this instance, I have a reason. A motivation to claim you.. this is my bespoke reward for helping you out. Like the fourth wall that you broke to come lunge at me. You may not allow me to replicate this again, but do you even need to? In my eyes, I have already fallen for you. Desperate and inundated by you. We were sharing fleeting eye contacts since before they were fashionable, and we will be sharing fleeting gleeful glints till they run of fashion.

Your spine quivers and bulges under the skin, cresting with desires flowing beneath it. The last and the fifth hit is more mellow. Less unhurried. Like a steady salacious coal burning with desire. I listen.. with my whole body. Too.

You have a few years of experience on me; in age, in profession, and in just about every conceivable field of life. Yet your refusal to accept your place, but eagerness to succumb to my strength is all the more invigorating. Obstinate in your acceptance of being owned by me, yet brash in your show of arousal in being punished. Which inevitably makes me fall all the more for you.

I think I have the power. But do I? Or am I merely a victim of your persuasion...

xxx xxx xxx

Corny? Perhaps. Potential? I fucking hope so..

If you harbor a similar obsession for all things sexual and sadistic, and managed to stick around until the end, my DM is wide open for you. My character's profession is intentionally left vague, to fit in whatever plot we come up with.

I do love a celebrity aspect to a story, as the reference itself than a mere face-claim. The prompt was framed around an older celebrity paired with a younger guy, for no reason other than the dynamic being sexy to me! Or when the gal is taller, yet subservient. Or both even. However, that's all open to discussion. Especially if the character you choose doesn't physically suit those constraints.

I wish for them to enjoy a healthy, well oiled and well communicated relationship, having equal say regardless of status. With love being the facilitator in their mutual self-discovery. However, that being said, I am also very happy for them to indulge in an infidel relationship! Especially if the celebrity we choose is married in real life.

My kinks are immensely varied and flexible, with a strong focus on BDSM, build-up and romance. And I much rather prefer to play in first person, over Discord.

I am happy to play against most celebrities. Although I am afraid, not exactly the "internet" stars. I am boring that way. Still, feel free to suggest anyone you want! Or ask for my list.

Nevertheless, if you are looking for a dom/sub relationship, featuring a deep romantic connection, and willing to shoe in the effort to formulate detailed responses, that's all we need to work on together.

DMs stay open as long as the post is up!