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Below, you will find multiple plots based within the concept of submitting completely to a dominant woman, be it willing or by force/training. If any of the plots catch your eye, or if you'd like to build something unique instead, feel free to DM me at any time!
Every year in January, on the coldest day of the year, which just so happens to fall on a Sunday, a festival held by Queen Claudia Drivell for the people, elves, and monsters of her glorious empire. It's a day to celebrate, eat, drink, and bask in the glory of her flourishing empire. While many humans hate this festival deep down, free food and drinks for a subset of the population who is generally quite poor, isn't going to be turned down. This festival is known as "Bloody Sunday".
However, Bloody Sunday is so much more than just a day for eating and being merry. Bloody Sunday also hosted a very special event, one where thousands of impoverished citizens of the kingdom made the journey through the cold to their Queens castle made of Blackstone and hardened black ice, each drawing a random number, hoping to be selected. If selected, that individual will be able to make a plea to the Queen for wealth, support, or something else entirely... And if the Queen is enticed, and if they can pay the cost, she is more than happy to grant them their desires...
And you, yes you, are one of the many waiting in a massive room surrounded by thousands, waiting, hoping that your number gets called. You're at the point where you'd be willing to do just about anything to secure a better life for your family, I bet...
However, Bloody Sunday is so much more than just a day for eating and being merry. Bloody Sunday also hosted a very special event, one where thousands of impoverished citizens of the kingdom made the journey through the cold to their Queens castle made of Blackstone and hardened black ice, each drawing a random number, hoping to be selected. If selected, that individual will be able to make a plea to the Queen for wealth, support, or something else entirely... And if the Queen is enticed, and if they can pay the cost, she is more than happy to grant them their desires...
And you, yes you, are one of the many waiting in a massive room surrounded by thousands, waiting, hoping that your number gets called. You're at the point where you'd be willing to do just about anything to secure a better life for your family, I bet...
Two people: from completely different walks of life, who otherwise never would have met one another, are forming a level of unity that is both beautiful and endearing. You, a bright and beautiful young woman, and she, a wise and confident older and more experienced woman, met on a BDSM chat forum and clicked with one another almost immediately. She scratched every itch you had for a dominant woman, and she was absolutely thrilled to find a sub with whom she could be as strict and commanding as she desired. Things quickly escalated from chatting on the forum to you giving her your phone number, with a relationship blossoming between the two immediately.
She has completely taken over your life, implementing many rules and regulations that you had to follow, and you absolutely loved it. Every morning, you had to ensure that you were awake before she, and you had to make sure she had a voice message waiting on her phone from you... One where you of course wished her a good morning, but also where you professed your love and devotion to her, how you were so lost and weak before she wrapped a guiding hand around her throat, how you'll go to the ends of the Earth to earn the privilege of eventually becoming her eternal slave. She also did not allow you to wear panties or a bra to work/school, which certainly was a challenge at first, but one you quickly got used to. She would also shower you in gifts, predominantly lingerie and jewelry, all of which you had to model for her in photos and videos that were always sent her way. And in the evening, before you were allowed to go to bed, you had to send another voice message to her wishing her a blissful night of sleep, how you'd be dreaming of being beneath her heel, how you longed to pepper her body in kisses, how you'd be a husk of nothing if not for her control... And if she was pleased with your message, you were allowed to sleep. If not, you had to edge to a playlist of porn she created for one hour, and then make a whole new voice message for her.
That was the routine you knew, that you loved and cherished, but today... It would change. You woke up early as ever so that you could send your voice message to her, but to your shock, she had already sent you a text. Your heart likely racing, and panicking over the thought that you had messed up... But instead, it was so much more. The message, simply put, was She explaining how it was now time for the real training to begin. No longer would it be strictly over text, you would now be meeting her in person... But there was a catch: you would not be allowed to lay eyes on her. No, the privilege of taking in every ounce of her beauty and mystique was one that you would have to work very, very hard to earn... But if you were to fail, she was fully prepared to block you, ignore you, even move away and be a ghost in the wind... Abandoning you forever.
The Ultimate Test stood between you and eternal submission to the woman you hoped would be your Mistress forever...
She has completely taken over your life, implementing many rules and regulations that you had to follow, and you absolutely loved it. Every morning, you had to ensure that you were awake before she, and you had to make sure she had a voice message waiting on her phone from you... One where you of course wished her a good morning, but also where you professed your love and devotion to her, how you were so lost and weak before she wrapped a guiding hand around her throat, how you'll go to the ends of the Earth to earn the privilege of eventually becoming her eternal slave. She also did not allow you to wear panties or a bra to work/school, which certainly was a challenge at first, but one you quickly got used to. She would also shower you in gifts, predominantly lingerie and jewelry, all of which you had to model for her in photos and videos that were always sent her way. And in the evening, before you were allowed to go to bed, you had to send another voice message to her wishing her a blissful night of sleep, how you'd be dreaming of being beneath her heel, how you longed to pepper her body in kisses, how you'd be a husk of nothing if not for her control... And if she was pleased with your message, you were allowed to sleep. If not, you had to edge to a playlist of porn she created for one hour, and then make a whole new voice message for her.
That was the routine you knew, that you loved and cherished, but today... It would change. You woke up early as ever so that you could send your voice message to her, but to your shock, she had already sent you a text. Your heart likely racing, and panicking over the thought that you had messed up... But instead, it was so much more. The message, simply put, was She explaining how it was now time for the real training to begin. No longer would it be strictly over text, you would now be meeting her in person... But there was a catch: you would not be allowed to lay eyes on her. No, the privilege of taking in every ounce of her beauty and mystique was one that you would have to work very, very hard to earn... But if you were to fail, she was fully prepared to block you, ignore you, even move away and be a ghost in the wind... Abandoning you forever.
The Ultimate Test stood between you and eternal submission to the woman you hoped would be your Mistress forever...
Everything happened so fast, you still could barely wrap your head around it. You were riding around with a few of your friends when a cop pulled you all over, and the cop claimed to smell weed in the car and searched it. To your shock, he found over an ounce of weed, and all four of you were taken in. They kept asking you who the weed belonged to and you claimed to have no idea, and you assumed that your friends had the same story as well... But no, that unfortunately is not what they happened.
Your friends made you the scapegoat, coordinating with their lawyers for a story that you were having them drive around so you could sell the weed to a few different people. And because of their testimonies, you were getting thoroughly railroaded by the system, and the people you called friends.
If found guilty, You would have faced up to 15 years and a federal prison for possession of drugs with intent to distribute. Your lawyer advised you to cut a plea deal, which meant 6 years and an admittance of guilt. It felt like total bullshit, And I think even your lawyer knew that you were getting screwed over, But between the testimonies of your now former friends and the fact that the weed just so happened to be found in the glove box where you had been sitting in the car, the likelihood of you getting found guilty in court was unfortunately quite high. So in the end, you had to fight back tears, swallow your pride and claim guilt to something you had no involvement in whatsoever.
And from there, you had 72 months in a federal prison waiting for you. The good news was that you could apply for parole after 40 months.
Between the sentencing and your transport to the prison, some unfortunate strings were being pulled behind closed doors and underneath the table. Head bitch of the prison, a hardened woman named Mikayla, paid multiple people off to ensure that you: the new inmate with a phat ass, would be her new cell mate...
(The Mikayla character will be futa or trans, whichever you're more comfortable with. Or fuck it, maybe she has some parasitic alien dick instead, whatever works!)
Your friends made you the scapegoat, coordinating with their lawyers for a story that you were having them drive around so you could sell the weed to a few different people. And because of their testimonies, you were getting thoroughly railroaded by the system, and the people you called friends.
If found guilty, You would have faced up to 15 years and a federal prison for possession of drugs with intent to distribute. Your lawyer advised you to cut a plea deal, which meant 6 years and an admittance of guilt. It felt like total bullshit, And I think even your lawyer knew that you were getting screwed over, But between the testimonies of your now former friends and the fact that the weed just so happened to be found in the glove box where you had been sitting in the car, the likelihood of you getting found guilty in court was unfortunately quite high. So in the end, you had to fight back tears, swallow your pride and claim guilt to something you had no involvement in whatsoever.
And from there, you had 72 months in a federal prison waiting for you. The good news was that you could apply for parole after 40 months.
Between the sentencing and your transport to the prison, some unfortunate strings were being pulled behind closed doors and underneath the table. Head bitch of the prison, a hardened woman named Mikayla, paid multiple people off to ensure that you: the new inmate with a phat ass, would be her new cell mate...
(The Mikayla character will be futa or trans, whichever you're more comfortable with. Or fuck it, maybe she has some parasitic alien dick instead, whatever works!)
A proud & confident third generation officer of the NYPD, and the first female cop in your family as well. You were proud to carry on the family name & business with the boys in blue, and being from such a historic cop family got you immediate respect and credibility with the more established officers in your unit. You were nervous, all new recruits fresh out of the academy are, but thankfully your job wouldn't be too difficult early on.
Fast forward six months or so, and you were part of a much larger group of officers who conducted a search warrant on the home of Chiara Santucci, the brilliant minded woman who runs the infamous Santucci Family. The Santucci's have had their fingers in almost every major crime in the city since the 20's, but Chiara was the first woman to be running the show. Rumor has it she killed her own brother when she found out that the feds were getting to him to take their father down. Of course, his death was "legally" ruled a suicide, but every cop was suspicious and dreamed of getting a chance to take her down.
During this search, You were all carefully instructed to look for even the slightest infraction that would give you all grounds to detain her. After over 6 hours of searching, there was almost nothing to show for it. The closest you guys had gotten to something was when you and a few other cops got into her personal vault down in the basement, and 8x8x12 vault of pure titanium and steel, likely weighing multiple tons. It's where Chiara keeps many important family documents like birth certificates, large sums of cash and a jewelry, and even firearms. Everybody thought gold was struck in that moment, until they discovered that every single firearm and every last round of ammunition in that vault was legally registered and accounted for. At the end of the day, you and your fellow officers had to but grudgingly leave her home with your tails between your legs.
But that was certainly not the last time you'd be seeing Chiara that day.
Later that evening around 7:00 p.m., almost an hour after you had ended your shift, and as you were walking home with Chinese food from your favorite spot down the street, a blacked out SUV came from out of nowhere and was slowly rolling beside you before you even noticed it. When you finally had, the passenger seat window came down and then older Italian man with glasses and a cigar in his lip was staring back at you, explaining how there's been a massive issue, and that if you want to still have a job tomorrow morning, you'd get in the car and go with them. Every fiber in your body told you that it could be a bluff and that you absolutely should not get in the car, but the older man did one hell of a job at convincing you they had something genuine stick to you that would cost you not only your job but tarnish the family name... So begrudgingly, you got into the car and were whisked away, brought not to Chiara's home, but to an abandoned warehouse her family owned on the outskirts of the city where a bunch of steel mills used to exist. Escorted into the building by three older Italian men who you certainly couldn't fight your way away from, especially if they were armed, brought into a back office where you found Chiara sitting in almost complete darkness except for a single dangling light that only was able to shine enough light to surround a single wooden chair in the middle of the room.
After a kind suggestion from the same cigar-wielding man to take a seat, Chiara show you that what she had was very, very far from a bluff. A dozen photos and even a video showing you accidentally pocketing a necklace of hers from her vault. You certainly didn't remember taking it, but as you dug into your coat pocket, your body went cold and your skin a ghostly white as you found the very necklace she claimed. Seeing this only made Chiara's smile grow... She knew she had you now, and if you wanted to both keep your job and save your family from being disgraced, you'd have to do whatever Chiara asked, whenever she asked it, and without hesitation or any arguing... The last thing she wants is a bitch with sass, but she's more than happy to break you down if it comes to it.
There's no avoiding it: she owns you now.
Fast forward six months or so, and you were part of a much larger group of officers who conducted a search warrant on the home of Chiara Santucci, the brilliant minded woman who runs the infamous Santucci Family. The Santucci's have had their fingers in almost every major crime in the city since the 20's, but Chiara was the first woman to be running the show. Rumor has it she killed her own brother when she found out that the feds were getting to him to take their father down. Of course, his death was "legally" ruled a suicide, but every cop was suspicious and dreamed of getting a chance to take her down.
During this search, You were all carefully instructed to look for even the slightest infraction that would give you all grounds to detain her. After over 6 hours of searching, there was almost nothing to show for it. The closest you guys had gotten to something was when you and a few other cops got into her personal vault down in the basement, and 8x8x12 vault of pure titanium and steel, likely weighing multiple tons. It's where Chiara keeps many important family documents like birth certificates, large sums of cash and a jewelry, and even firearms. Everybody thought gold was struck in that moment, until they discovered that every single firearm and every last round of ammunition in that vault was legally registered and accounted for. At the end of the day, you and your fellow officers had to but grudgingly leave her home with your tails between your legs.
But that was certainly not the last time you'd be seeing Chiara that day.
Later that evening around 7:00 p.m., almost an hour after you had ended your shift, and as you were walking home with Chinese food from your favorite spot down the street, a blacked out SUV came from out of nowhere and was slowly rolling beside you before you even noticed it. When you finally had, the passenger seat window came down and then older Italian man with glasses and a cigar in his lip was staring back at you, explaining how there's been a massive issue, and that if you want to still have a job tomorrow morning, you'd get in the car and go with them. Every fiber in your body told you that it could be a bluff and that you absolutely should not get in the car, but the older man did one hell of a job at convincing you they had something genuine stick to you that would cost you not only your job but tarnish the family name... So begrudgingly, you got into the car and were whisked away, brought not to Chiara's home, but to an abandoned warehouse her family owned on the outskirts of the city where a bunch of steel mills used to exist. Escorted into the building by three older Italian men who you certainly couldn't fight your way away from, especially if they were armed, brought into a back office where you found Chiara sitting in almost complete darkness except for a single dangling light that only was able to shine enough light to surround a single wooden chair in the middle of the room.
After a kind suggestion from the same cigar-wielding man to take a seat, Chiara show you that what she had was very, very far from a bluff. A dozen photos and even a video showing you accidentally pocketing a necklace of hers from her vault. You certainly didn't remember taking it, but as you dug into your coat pocket, your body went cold and your skin a ghostly white as you found the very necklace she claimed. Seeing this only made Chiara's smile grow... She knew she had you now, and if you wanted to both keep your job and save your family from being disgraced, you'd have to do whatever Chiara asked, whenever she asked it, and without hesitation or any arguing... The last thing she wants is a bitch with sass, but she's more than happy to break you down if it comes to it.
There's no avoiding it: she owns you now.
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