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————————— Example writing: “I-if you say so… I-I trust you…” your slave shivers in his attire. Typical slave attire: scrap strips of burlap wrapped around the privates and chest. He fidgets with the collar, nervously pulling the uncomfortably tight band of metal constricting his neck. Around his wrists, more metal. Chains and links jingle as he tries to calm himself. It’s okay, it’s with his master. He just has to do everything she wants and put on a show. The slave looks back up at his owner. His eyes searching for any scraps of reassurance. He can hear the other slaves. Ones that have already gone on stage: silent or whimpering. Ones that have yet to: silent or quietly pleading. The one on stage is yowling, crying, and begging for mercy. Her owner decided to flay her with a whip. Cecil flinched as the whip cracks in the air. But this time…. There is no cry. Cecil’s blood runs cold as he fearfully listens to the crowd cheer in an uproar. His chains jingle as he quivers next to his mistress’s feet. He places a hand over his heart as he offers a quiet prayer for the girl on stage. \[…\] Three months later. Cecil sits under the coffee table in a beautiful cake and tea cafe. He stares out to the street through a full wall paned window. His eyes are wide and curious, watching people walk about on their morning commute. “And so…” a flutter of fabric catches Cecil’s attention. He looks and sees that his mistress is holding her cock by the base and is waving her cock next to his ear. Cecil eagerly gets to work, placing his hand over hers, kissing the other side of her shaft, and lapping the top of her jewels. His mistress’s hand leaves her shaft, and he feels her spread her thighs to let him in closer. Cecil gladly sucks the skin to her balls. Lovingly clasping the skin and teasing her nuts with his tongue. He feels her shift her position. He jolts when something touches his privates. A reassuring hand ruffles his hair and he relaxes onto the foot of his mistress. He feels a dull thrum as her foot teases his entrance. He tries to pay no mind as he begins to lather her shaft in his tongue. He runs back and forth, up and down her shaft until eventually popping the head into his mouth. Cecil rolled his tongue, lightly pushing the head out, then back in. He made sure to work quietly. Although her foot was making things difficult. Cecil’s inner thighs squeezed as he resisted the urge to clamp his thighs together. He felt a deep thrum develop in his chest. It was made worse when the hand on his head slid down to his jaw and cupped his cheek. The feeling in his chest grew, a forbidden feeling called love. ———————————— This is an example of what you can expect from me. I believe that response lengths should be dynamic, being shorter or longer, depending on context. I like a higher emphasis on details, but I’m hoping to find someone that can match this at the peak of the story. So I’m looking to roleplay as someone’s bratty squire or submissive slave. I prefer to play as a cb, meaning I have the body structure of the brattiest/submissive femboy, but have a pussy instead of a cock. Here are my ideas: —————————— As a bratty squire: You don’t remember, but apparently you saved me during one of the routine patrols you took. I became enamored by your strength and your valor. So I decided to pick up the sword. Unfortunately, I annoy you like the most persistent fly on earth. You wish I would leave you alone but through manipulation and black mail, I manage to get you to accept me as your squire. “Come oooooon, Miss Knight! I don’t have anywhere to go! No family… a few friends, but more importantly, no prospects.” I slap my bottom and casually bend over to touch my toes. I look back at you and smugly smile, knowing that your eyes just can’t help but checkout my soft, tightly packaged buttocks. I stand back up, turn around, and walk casually into your personal space. I lay a hand on your armor and snuggle close to your body, thigh agonizingly close to your… “Come on, think about. If you owned me, you could have daily access to\~” I snuggle closer, pressing my softer body into you. “You already came in me once. I forgot to tell you, but that wasn’t my safe day\~” —————————- Submissive slave: Honestly, I just want to melt someone with my big innocent eyes, trembling frail personality, and a personification of “does this feel good?” Softer, lighter. You acquired me during a recent conquest. Not through subjugation. Just something you picked up while passing through a ruined village. The prettiest of the bunch. I hold no resentments towards you because you weren’t the ones that burned down my village. The retreating Knights did, in order to deny the invaders resources. A pretty little thing. Devoted. Cute? ——————————- Anyways if you are interested, please send kinks and limits, and if you’re really interested: a starter. I hope this interests you, :)
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