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Hello! This is a minor-ish thread I wanted to start because of the types of roleplays I wanted to start trying out:
You probably guessed it: Roleplays with subs, doms, BDSM, and other middle-of-the-road kinks.
Historically I haven't really gravitated towards these sorts of roleplays since they were all a little foreign to me, but the longer I spent on this site the greater the urge to try it out, since I saw so many people doing it. So here I am, creating a humble little thread.
First, some information about me.
Here's the link to my main request thread: http://writerssanctum.com/threads/yes-come-closer-ever-open-for-more-roleplays.5617/
There you'll find some more info about what I like, what I don't like, stuff like that.
Here's some writing samples- smutty and non-smutty.
Sorry, they're pretty long samples, but I wanted to give you a good idea of how I write.
On to the meat of the post.
So, the reason I created this thread was because I was looking for partners who would interested in roleplaying as a submissive female.
I did mention that I haven't tried one of these before, but don't mistake that for ignorance. I've read a whole lot of this stuff and I'm pretty confident that I'd be able to satisfy my partner in any way possible. So, don't worry about me! If anything, you'll help me learn :)
What I'm looking for:
I would love a partner who writes in the same, multiple-paragraph form that I do, with a little bit of the descriptive language and stuff like that. Not every post I write is several paragraphs long and I don't expect that from anyone else, but I want to be able to visualize the scene: your emotions, thoughts, wishes, lusts... the whole deal. I feel like descriptive language is the best way to get at that. However, 99% of you guys probably write like that anyways.
There is still stuff I'm not willing to do, stuff that goes into the extremes which involve physical or emotional harm. I'm talking torture, mutilation, or intense verbal abuse.
Plots, Pairings...
Since this whole thread is a little impromptu, I don't have flushed out plots but I do have potential pairings. Of course, this being a dom male x sub female roleplay lends itself to several pairings. I'm up for anything, really, whether it be modern (like CEO x attendant) or historical (like King x concubine). If you're interested, just come to me for ideas!
Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read! I hope we find a great partner in each other! <3
You probably guessed it: Roleplays with subs, doms, BDSM, and other middle-of-the-road kinks.
Historically I haven't really gravitated towards these sorts of roleplays since they were all a little foreign to me, but the longer I spent on this site the greater the urge to try it out, since I saw so many people doing it. So here I am, creating a humble little thread.
First, some information about me.
Here's the link to my main request thread: http://writerssanctum.com/threads/yes-come-closer-ever-open-for-more-roleplays.5617/
There you'll find some more info about what I like, what I don't like, stuff like that.
Here's some writing samples- smutty and non-smutty.
The gray stones of the castle walls were awash in red as the lazy, cheerful sun rose serenely over the peaceful Kouka Kingdom. Velvet, shimmery drapes of light were unfurled over the land, tickling anything they touched, awakening all.
The light graced great green grassy knolls, mysterious, occluded forests, tranquil and lapping seas.
The light graced cows and sheep and pigs getting to their feet, sniffing the ground for morning morsels and swatting away what mosquitoes were left over from the night.
The light graced towns and a city, as the citizens of the Kingdom got to work.
The light graced the castle and a happy King, who awoke, beckoned for his robes, and padded gently down a great hall to his daughter's chambers.
The light graced esteemed Princess Reimei, a beauty fit for nothing but the heavens, and a soul as pure as an angel's. Assisted by servants, she dressed for the morning and stepped out into the hall to meet her old father.
They shared a comforting and warm hug, exchanged greetings. The father kissed his daughter as only a father could, and together, they went to eat. Servants zipped here and there. Soldiers' eyes darted from side to side. The birds were singing great songs of love and happiness, celebration and mirth. A few royal cats lounged here and there, ears abuzz with excitement. Yes, today was an exciting day.
There was a palpable buzz in the air. It was felt by every last citizen, from the soldiers down to the humble ants that crawled upon the earth. The castle was alive with movement, as were the houses and shops and plazas surrounding it, sprawling for miles in any direction. A crow flying high above the city gazed at men and women running back and forth, shouldering baskets of flowers and casks of wine. Old wives were leaning out of windows and draping colorful sheets upon the windowsills. Children ran up and down the narrow, winding streets, holding on to strings attached to wonderful small kites sailing high in the air. Musicians played songs of joy. Groups of friends danced in circles, clapping, cheering, and singing songs. Yes, today was an exciting day.
The entrance of the castle was being prepared for an important arrival. A grandiose red carpet was set out on the bridge to the castle, flanked by men and women holding rich bouquets of flowers, smiling beaming smiles. Children threw roses and dandelions at the crowd gathered beside the bridge. A priest, an orator, spoke to the crowd about the coming-of-age of the young Princess, the Jewel of Kouka, the Angel of the East. A deafening murmur competed with him, a murmur that carried hushed rumors, greetings, and wishes.
The day was dedicated to the Princess, the Heir to the Kingdom, prized by all who called Kouka home.
Beneath the colorful processions and dancing shoes, there was a dark and dangerous poison seeping through the ground. It stained anything it touched an irremovable and evil black, and strangled young animals sleeping soundly in their dens. It tainted underground water and sprouting seeds. It intoxicated anyone who laid eyes on it, converting them to an insidious and violent cause.
It was the water of Rebellion, permeating the kingdom's pure and good soil, turning it black.
Somewhere on the streets, someone spilled a glass of wine.
This wine smelt strongly of iron, and was a deep velvet, unlike any normal wine. It stained the cobblestones an ugly and nefarious brown. It attracted vultures from far away.
Above the wine stood a man, whose face was frozen, not unlike a statue. His eyes were wide open and carried an expression of bewildered shock. His mouth was curled into a snarl and his teeth pressed together. His fingers slowly loosened their grip on his weapon. Jutting out from the breast of his leather armor, branded with the Royal Seal of Kouka, was a handle. Wine gathered around the hilt and fell to the ground. Shortly after, the royal guard collapsed, his hand clutching this handle coming out of his chest.
Another figure stepped out of the shadow, batted aside the hands that were slowly losing color, released the handle from the dead man's chest, and retreated back into the dark crevices of the city. A pool of velvet gathered around the dead man. A crow, far above, sounded its ugly cry.
Ah, indeed. It was a day unlike any other. A day that would change the course of history forever. A day that saw spilt wine, rolling heads, and a rogue Princess.
The sun continued to meander higher into the sky, cheerfully warming the skin of children far below.
The light graced great green grassy knolls, mysterious, occluded forests, tranquil and lapping seas.
The light graced cows and sheep and pigs getting to their feet, sniffing the ground for morning morsels and swatting away what mosquitoes were left over from the night.
The light graced towns and a city, as the citizens of the Kingdom got to work.
The light graced the castle and a happy King, who awoke, beckoned for his robes, and padded gently down a great hall to his daughter's chambers.
The light graced esteemed Princess Reimei, a beauty fit for nothing but the heavens, and a soul as pure as an angel's. Assisted by servants, she dressed for the morning and stepped out into the hall to meet her old father.
They shared a comforting and warm hug, exchanged greetings. The father kissed his daughter as only a father could, and together, they went to eat. Servants zipped here and there. Soldiers' eyes darted from side to side. The birds were singing great songs of love and happiness, celebration and mirth. A few royal cats lounged here and there, ears abuzz with excitement. Yes, today was an exciting day.
There was a palpable buzz in the air. It was felt by every last citizen, from the soldiers down to the humble ants that crawled upon the earth. The castle was alive with movement, as were the houses and shops and plazas surrounding it, sprawling for miles in any direction. A crow flying high above the city gazed at men and women running back and forth, shouldering baskets of flowers and casks of wine. Old wives were leaning out of windows and draping colorful sheets upon the windowsills. Children ran up and down the narrow, winding streets, holding on to strings attached to wonderful small kites sailing high in the air. Musicians played songs of joy. Groups of friends danced in circles, clapping, cheering, and singing songs. Yes, today was an exciting day.
The entrance of the castle was being prepared for an important arrival. A grandiose red carpet was set out on the bridge to the castle, flanked by men and women holding rich bouquets of flowers, smiling beaming smiles. Children threw roses and dandelions at the crowd gathered beside the bridge. A priest, an orator, spoke to the crowd about the coming-of-age of the young Princess, the Jewel of Kouka, the Angel of the East. A deafening murmur competed with him, a murmur that carried hushed rumors, greetings, and wishes.
The day was dedicated to the Princess, the Heir to the Kingdom, prized by all who called Kouka home.
Beneath the colorful processions and dancing shoes, there was a dark and dangerous poison seeping through the ground. It stained anything it touched an irremovable and evil black, and strangled young animals sleeping soundly in their dens. It tainted underground water and sprouting seeds. It intoxicated anyone who laid eyes on it, converting them to an insidious and violent cause.
It was the water of Rebellion, permeating the kingdom's pure and good soil, turning it black.
Somewhere on the streets, someone spilled a glass of wine.
This wine smelt strongly of iron, and was a deep velvet, unlike any normal wine. It stained the cobblestones an ugly and nefarious brown. It attracted vultures from far away.
Above the wine stood a man, whose face was frozen, not unlike a statue. His eyes were wide open and carried an expression of bewildered shock. His mouth was curled into a snarl and his teeth pressed together. His fingers slowly loosened their grip on his weapon. Jutting out from the breast of his leather armor, branded with the Royal Seal of Kouka, was a handle. Wine gathered around the hilt and fell to the ground. Shortly after, the royal guard collapsed, his hand clutching this handle coming out of his chest.
Another figure stepped out of the shadow, batted aside the hands that were slowly losing color, released the handle from the dead man's chest, and retreated back into the dark crevices of the city. A pool of velvet gathered around the dead man. A crow, far above, sounded its ugly cry.
Ah, indeed. It was a day unlike any other. A day that would change the course of history forever. A day that saw spilt wine, rolling heads, and a rogue Princess.
The sun continued to meander higher into the sky, cheerfully warming the skin of children far below.
Alistair watched with anticipation as Grace shifted and slid her bra off, revealing her breasts. To him, they were perfect, perfectly molded and round, like cakes prepared just for him by a master chef. He caressed them with his hands, kneading them. Overcome with lust, he leaned down and kissed both of her nipples, before wrapping his mouth around one of them, swirling his tongue around and around it like a carousel, wetting it. Once he had tickled her for what seemed like an hour, he bit down with his teeth ever so gently, before repeating the entire process on the other nipple.
Underneath his underwear he was fully erect, the veins running up and down his member swollen with blood, practically stretching the skin out- he was hard to the extent that he ached with a dull soreness. As she started to tug on the fabric, he began to do the same to her underwear, slipping his hand in and running his fingertips over the skin of her inner thighs, never straying too far. After teasing Grace for a few moments, he let his fingers withdraw slowly, finally pulling her underwear down her legs.
Finally, there was no clothing in between them. Alistair watched their underwear fall to the ground, and almost as soon as Grace's were off he set upon her, kissing her from her belly and working his way down, planting wet kiss after kiss on her body. He got down to her thighs, and the glistening only served to drive him with lust. "I'm glad you're excited too," he said in between heavy breaths, and finally moved his mouth over her entrance, kissing it, moving his tongue in circles around the wet folds.
Not wanting to diminish Grace's anticipation, Alistair moved his face upwards with great difficulty and continued to excite Grace's nipples, which were now poking upwards like needles. He massaged her breasts.
At last, he succumbed, and rushed towards Grace, embracing her in a deep kiss. His hands ran up and down her back. He drew back, looking straight into her eyes. "Keep standing for a second," he breathed, and ran a finger over her lips. Kneeling down, he buried his face in between her thighs, hungrily lapping at her folds. His tongue pushed into her entrance, before withdrawing and going back in. Moving his mouth downward, he kept his finger rubbing her clitoris, straying inside of her every so often.
He kissed down her leg, caressing her thighs, before working down all the way to her feet. For a moment it was almost as if he was a beggar, kissing the feet and ankles of a queen. All the while his hand kept churning at Grace's wet folds. Looking upwards, he breathed heavily. "I want to hear you scream and moan, Grace. Hold on to me if you have to." Burying his face back in between her thighs, his tongue went back to work.
Alistair's face flushed and his eyes fluttered shut as Grace moved her face between his legs. Her touch on the skin of his length brought him to new heights of pleasure, leaving him salivating, aching to find out what it would feel like inside of her. Her hands gyrating up and down elicited groans from him, heavy, shuddering sighs. He watched with anticipation as she moved her mouth closer, touching her tongue to his head... the sensitive skin burst with sparks of pleasure, and Alistair let out an exclamation of pleasure, cursing. "Yes, yes, like that..." He groaned, breathing heavily as Grace brought her lips down his shaft.
Subconsciously, he thrusted softly into her mouth, moving his hips up and down just slightly. The feel of her tongue drove Alistair wild. "Yes... I've wanted you so much, Grace..." He moaned, practically sighing the words out.
Finally, the tension of the moment that had brought Alistair's blood to a boil, all of it had come to this. Fiery passion coursed through his veins. Wrapping his hands around Grace's legs, he spread them just a little wider, rubbing the insides of her thighs. In between, Alistair was captivated by her entrancing pink folds, shimmering in the light of the lanterns. Her juices were flowing freely, gathering into drops on the skin below. Taking a hold of his member, he brought the tip to Grace's clitoris, rubbing it back and forth. Both of them were wet enough that they slid over each other effortlessly.
At last, he found her entrance with the tip of his shaft, and, staring deep into Grace's eyes, slowly inserted himself into her.
"Yes..." he breathed, gazing into Grace's eyes as he slowly pushed forward until his entire length was in her. The walls of her entrance pressed tight against him, pulsating, secreting ever more of her juices. Once the base of his shaft was coated, he began pumping in and out, one of his hands straying down and rubbing her clitoris with speed and passion. Brought to a frenzy, he began to pump harder and harder, groaning. They were still coated with juices, ensuring that Alistair could thrust as hard and fast as he could without making anything uncomfortable. Propping his foot up on the blanket for extra power, he was practically pounding her, their lovemaking producing soft and wet slapping sounds.
Breathing heavily, he brought his face and chest down as he pumped, puckering his lips to suck on both of Grace's erect nipples, biting them gently once more. He wanted her to feel pleasure all over, to be overcome, to melt in his embrace. He brought his face up to meet hers, pressing his nose to hers and staring deep into her brown irises, his eyelids fluttering, his breath coming out heavy and ragged. "I want to hear you moan for me, Grace, while we kiss," he purred, rubbing her nose gently with his, before kissing her, pressing his face to hers, closing his eyes.
Once again, bolts of pleasure ricocheted throughout his body as his length slowly enveloped itself in Grace's dripping folds. As she began to rhythmically bounce up and down, he put his hands on her hips, entranced in her rhythm of pleasure. He breathed heavily and with grunts and moans, lavishing praise on Grace's beauty and care. "Just like that," he breathed, listening to the gentle clapping of Grace's hips meeting his.
Alistair continued to thrust as hard as he could muster after Grace expressed her approval. His finger rubbed away at her clit, while another massaged her bouncing breasts. His breath came out in ragged gasps, and the pressure in his member grew as he felt that he was nearing climax. Suddenly, however, Grace threw herself on to him, her breaths and moans betraying that she was nearing climax. Alistair felt relieved that he didn't have to worry about climaxing before she did, leading to a disappointing finish.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as she climaxed, kissing her neck and face as she moaned and shuddered. "Oh yes, let it all out," he whispered into her ear. He felt her walls spasming in pleasure as he thrusted even harder than before, almost driving him to climax. As Grace sunk and she descended from the heights of orgasm, he slowed his pumping, withdrew his shaft, and held her tight for a few moments, kissing her as she caught her breath.
"Will you finish me off, then?" He breathed, panting. "Where should I come, dear?" His shaft was aching. He was right on the brink of climax, and the anticipation was unimaginable.
Alistair moaned and grunted as Grace stroked his shaft. He was quivering as the pleasure grew more and more unbearable. "Yes, yes..." he moaned, over and over. His back was pressed to the blanket, and he grabbed Grace's breasts tightly, as if he was trying to support himself. His core spasmed as her hands flew up and down.
Finally, the pressure in his shaft grew to its peak. With a shuddering moan, liquid shot out of Alistair's member, hot and viscous. Owing to the long period it had been since Alistair had climaxed so violently, the liquid came out in large quantities, coating Grace's stomach and breasts. Shuddering, Alistair pulled Grace down forcefully and pressed their lips together as Alistair gained his composure. His wet member rubbed against her, both surfaces coated in liquid.
"That was amazing, Grace," he said again and again, kissing her in between each repetition, holding her tight. "Thank you," he moaned.
Underneath his underwear he was fully erect, the veins running up and down his member swollen with blood, practically stretching the skin out- he was hard to the extent that he ached with a dull soreness. As she started to tug on the fabric, he began to do the same to her underwear, slipping his hand in and running his fingertips over the skin of her inner thighs, never straying too far. After teasing Grace for a few moments, he let his fingers withdraw slowly, finally pulling her underwear down her legs.
Finally, there was no clothing in between them. Alistair watched their underwear fall to the ground, and almost as soon as Grace's were off he set upon her, kissing her from her belly and working his way down, planting wet kiss after kiss on her body. He got down to her thighs, and the glistening only served to drive him with lust. "I'm glad you're excited too," he said in between heavy breaths, and finally moved his mouth over her entrance, kissing it, moving his tongue in circles around the wet folds.
Not wanting to diminish Grace's anticipation, Alistair moved his face upwards with great difficulty and continued to excite Grace's nipples, which were now poking upwards like needles. He massaged her breasts.
At last, he succumbed, and rushed towards Grace, embracing her in a deep kiss. His hands ran up and down her back. He drew back, looking straight into her eyes. "Keep standing for a second," he breathed, and ran a finger over her lips. Kneeling down, he buried his face in between her thighs, hungrily lapping at her folds. His tongue pushed into her entrance, before withdrawing and going back in. Moving his mouth downward, he kept his finger rubbing her clitoris, straying inside of her every so often.
He kissed down her leg, caressing her thighs, before working down all the way to her feet. For a moment it was almost as if he was a beggar, kissing the feet and ankles of a queen. All the while his hand kept churning at Grace's wet folds. Looking upwards, he breathed heavily. "I want to hear you scream and moan, Grace. Hold on to me if you have to." Burying his face back in between her thighs, his tongue went back to work.
Alistair's face flushed and his eyes fluttered shut as Grace moved her face between his legs. Her touch on the skin of his length brought him to new heights of pleasure, leaving him salivating, aching to find out what it would feel like inside of her. Her hands gyrating up and down elicited groans from him, heavy, shuddering sighs. He watched with anticipation as she moved her mouth closer, touching her tongue to his head... the sensitive skin burst with sparks of pleasure, and Alistair let out an exclamation of pleasure, cursing. "Yes, yes, like that..." He groaned, breathing heavily as Grace brought her lips down his shaft.
Subconsciously, he thrusted softly into her mouth, moving his hips up and down just slightly. The feel of her tongue drove Alistair wild. "Yes... I've wanted you so much, Grace..." He moaned, practically sighing the words out.
Finally, the tension of the moment that had brought Alistair's blood to a boil, all of it had come to this. Fiery passion coursed through his veins. Wrapping his hands around Grace's legs, he spread them just a little wider, rubbing the insides of her thighs. In between, Alistair was captivated by her entrancing pink folds, shimmering in the light of the lanterns. Her juices were flowing freely, gathering into drops on the skin below. Taking a hold of his member, he brought the tip to Grace's clitoris, rubbing it back and forth. Both of them were wet enough that they slid over each other effortlessly.
At last, he found her entrance with the tip of his shaft, and, staring deep into Grace's eyes, slowly inserted himself into her.
"Yes..." he breathed, gazing into Grace's eyes as he slowly pushed forward until his entire length was in her. The walls of her entrance pressed tight against him, pulsating, secreting ever more of her juices. Once the base of his shaft was coated, he began pumping in and out, one of his hands straying down and rubbing her clitoris with speed and passion. Brought to a frenzy, he began to pump harder and harder, groaning. They were still coated with juices, ensuring that Alistair could thrust as hard and fast as he could without making anything uncomfortable. Propping his foot up on the blanket for extra power, he was practically pounding her, their lovemaking producing soft and wet slapping sounds.
Breathing heavily, he brought his face and chest down as he pumped, puckering his lips to suck on both of Grace's erect nipples, biting them gently once more. He wanted her to feel pleasure all over, to be overcome, to melt in his embrace. He brought his face up to meet hers, pressing his nose to hers and staring deep into her brown irises, his eyelids fluttering, his breath coming out heavy and ragged. "I want to hear you moan for me, Grace, while we kiss," he purred, rubbing her nose gently with his, before kissing her, pressing his face to hers, closing his eyes.
Once again, bolts of pleasure ricocheted throughout his body as his length slowly enveloped itself in Grace's dripping folds. As she began to rhythmically bounce up and down, he put his hands on her hips, entranced in her rhythm of pleasure. He breathed heavily and with grunts and moans, lavishing praise on Grace's beauty and care. "Just like that," he breathed, listening to the gentle clapping of Grace's hips meeting his.
Alistair continued to thrust as hard as he could muster after Grace expressed her approval. His finger rubbed away at her clit, while another massaged her bouncing breasts. His breath came out in ragged gasps, and the pressure in his member grew as he felt that he was nearing climax. Suddenly, however, Grace threw herself on to him, her breaths and moans betraying that she was nearing climax. Alistair felt relieved that he didn't have to worry about climaxing before she did, leading to a disappointing finish.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed as she climaxed, kissing her neck and face as she moaned and shuddered. "Oh yes, let it all out," he whispered into her ear. He felt her walls spasming in pleasure as he thrusted even harder than before, almost driving him to climax. As Grace sunk and she descended from the heights of orgasm, he slowed his pumping, withdrew his shaft, and held her tight for a few moments, kissing her as she caught her breath.
"Will you finish me off, then?" He breathed, panting. "Where should I come, dear?" His shaft was aching. He was right on the brink of climax, and the anticipation was unimaginable.
Alistair moaned and grunted as Grace stroked his shaft. He was quivering as the pleasure grew more and more unbearable. "Yes, yes..." he moaned, over and over. His back was pressed to the blanket, and he grabbed Grace's breasts tightly, as if he was trying to support himself. His core spasmed as her hands flew up and down.
Finally, the pressure in his shaft grew to its peak. With a shuddering moan, liquid shot out of Alistair's member, hot and viscous. Owing to the long period it had been since Alistair had climaxed so violently, the liquid came out in large quantities, coating Grace's stomach and breasts. Shuddering, Alistair pulled Grace down forcefully and pressed their lips together as Alistair gained his composure. His wet member rubbed against her, both surfaces coated in liquid.
"That was amazing, Grace," he said again and again, kissing her in between each repetition, holding her tight. "Thank you," he moaned.
Sorry, they're pretty long samples, but I wanted to give you a good idea of how I write.
On to the meat of the post.
So, the reason I created this thread was because I was looking for partners who would interested in roleplaying as a submissive female.
I did mention that I haven't tried one of these before, but don't mistake that for ignorance. I've read a whole lot of this stuff and I'm pretty confident that I'd be able to satisfy my partner in any way possible. So, don't worry about me! If anything, you'll help me learn :)
What I'm looking for:
I would love a partner who writes in the same, multiple-paragraph form that I do, with a little bit of the descriptive language and stuff like that. Not every post I write is several paragraphs long and I don't expect that from anyone else, but I want to be able to visualize the scene: your emotions, thoughts, wishes, lusts... the whole deal. I feel like descriptive language is the best way to get at that. However, 99% of you guys probably write like that anyways.
There is still stuff I'm not willing to do, stuff that goes into the extremes which involve physical or emotional harm. I'm talking torture, mutilation, or intense verbal abuse.
Plots, Pairings...
Since this whole thread is a little impromptu, I don't have flushed out plots but I do have potential pairings. Of course, this being a dom male x sub female roleplay lends itself to several pairings. I'm up for anything, really, whether it be modern (like CEO x attendant) or historical (like King x concubine). If you're interested, just come to me for ideas!
Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read! I hope we find a great partner in each other! <3
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