Welcome bold one to my request thread!
Although I am relatively new to this site I am not completely new to collaborative writing such as this. Below is a spoiler tag with a sample of my writing to give you an idea of my style.
About me:
My name is Tony and I am an older male writer who has a job that can be at any moment either very dull giving me plenty of time to write, or suddenly become very demanding where I have to skip a few days before being able to write again.
- Typically I write 3 posts a week, sometimes more, occasionally less.
- I generally do not post on weekends, although there are exceptions.
- Generally I write male characters for MxF style stories, although I do not mind writing a female character for a FxF style story please know I am inexperienced in this.
- I prefer having OOC conversation to keep the plot fresh.
- A typical post of mine is about 500 words, but this is often influenced by the scene.
- I love smut! Yes, lets include that in the RP, but unless agreed to otherwise lets try to make it plot appropriate.
Remember, you are to only feed her then leave immediately, the text reminded him again, and whatever you do do not talk to her! I will be home later tonight, she will be just fine. she must eat though, its complicated, just do this one thing for me and don't ask questions
Rick shook his head and texted a quick understood in response. John had been a great mentor to Rick ever since Rick had joined the D/s club a few months earlier, getting him acquainted, directing him and preparing him for a journey in the lifestyle and in an odd way being a sort of father figure to him; something Rick sorely lacked. Rick looked forward to the opportunity to repay John's guidance through service, and feeding John's sub as she sat in time out in her cage seemed an appropriate way to begin repaying what he felt was his debt to John.
Rick got out of his car and walked towards the large secluded house sitting way back off the main road. It was beautiful in that old world way, and despite himself he could not stop visualizing what he imagined was John's vision coming home every night to his submissive Sabrina. Rick felt uncomfortable thinking about her, as if it was a betrayal of his mentor's trust, but stopping his thoughts seemed impossible. She was so beautiful and radiated such a deep lustfulness that pierced so deeply into Rick it almost hurt. A part of him was more thrilled at seeing her in that cage than fulfilling his obligation to his mentor.
Creaking open the front door Rick entered the Victorian rooms of John's lovely estate, and made his way to the kitchen where he found the food tray in the refrigerator. John had been very specific that it was to be left covered and heated in the microwave for exactly 9 seconds. An odd directive Rick thought, but John was a weird guy he grudgingly admitted. His gothic looks, obsession with repetition, chronic cleaning and weird personal habits such as never entering a building from the west side, gave many people at the club cause for laughter. Yet everyone respected John as his wisdom and knowledge seemed unsurpassed.
The microwave beeped after it's 9 seconds of work and Rick took the tray down the dark wooden staircase into the basement where he was told to find Sabrina. Without any mental prompting he found his heart already racing as he knew he was going to meet her. Through a large wooden door lay at the bottom of the stairs. There was no handle on the door, just a pull rope, and curiously the door was held closed by a small thin stick, hooked in a way that reminded Rick of a shepherd's staff in miniature. Cocking his head in bewilderment Rick removed the stick from the door ports and pulled it's heavy mass outward revealing a room in deep darkness.
Remembering John's directives Rick kept himself from calling out for Sabrina and instead stepped into the room to search for a light switch. To his surprise light erupted from archaic looking electric lamps sconced onto the walls, no doubt activated by some motion sensor. Glancing around he saw the room mostly empty and covered in a plush carpet of deepest red. The walls looked of simple wood paneling with an arched ceiling plainly overhead. In the center of the room sat the dark metal cage, a cube roughly 4 foot square per side with an obvious door set on the far side.
At the center of the cage knelt Sabrina, and Rick felt his lust sink as an uneasiness crept over him. She knelt in the center of the cage, her lusciously curved body of porcelain white holding a perfect pose that would make the most experienced Geisha feel envy. Her long fingered hands rested on her thighs, painted black nails sharpened to talon like points. Yet he could not see the beauty of her face for her long black hair was pulled up and over her face hanging clear down to the firmness of her breasts and obscuring all traces of her identity.
Heart still racing despite Sabrina's jarring presentation Rick quickly moved around to the back of the cage to the door. There was no chain or discernible lock holding it shut, rather a lace of silver wrapping around the bars of the door and cage body holding the door closed, the end of the lace bent into that distinctive shepherd's staff look. Rick slid the covered tray through the feeding slot at the bottom of the door then quickly went back towards the door to leave. He was not sure what weird game John and Sabrina were playing, but it creeped him out a bit. Better he just leave as he was instructed.
Rick shook his head and texted a quick understood in response. John had been a great mentor to Rick ever since Rick had joined the D/s club a few months earlier, getting him acquainted, directing him and preparing him for a journey in the lifestyle and in an odd way being a sort of father figure to him; something Rick sorely lacked. Rick looked forward to the opportunity to repay John's guidance through service, and feeding John's sub as she sat in time out in her cage seemed an appropriate way to begin repaying what he felt was his debt to John.
Rick got out of his car and walked towards the large secluded house sitting way back off the main road. It was beautiful in that old world way, and despite himself he could not stop visualizing what he imagined was John's vision coming home every night to his submissive Sabrina. Rick felt uncomfortable thinking about her, as if it was a betrayal of his mentor's trust, but stopping his thoughts seemed impossible. She was so beautiful and radiated such a deep lustfulness that pierced so deeply into Rick it almost hurt. A part of him was more thrilled at seeing her in that cage than fulfilling his obligation to his mentor.
Creaking open the front door Rick entered the Victorian rooms of John's lovely estate, and made his way to the kitchen where he found the food tray in the refrigerator. John had been very specific that it was to be left covered and heated in the microwave for exactly 9 seconds. An odd directive Rick thought, but John was a weird guy he grudgingly admitted. His gothic looks, obsession with repetition, chronic cleaning and weird personal habits such as never entering a building from the west side, gave many people at the club cause for laughter. Yet everyone respected John as his wisdom and knowledge seemed unsurpassed.
The microwave beeped after it's 9 seconds of work and Rick took the tray down the dark wooden staircase into the basement where he was told to find Sabrina. Without any mental prompting he found his heart already racing as he knew he was going to meet her. Through a large wooden door lay at the bottom of the stairs. There was no handle on the door, just a pull rope, and curiously the door was held closed by a small thin stick, hooked in a way that reminded Rick of a shepherd's staff in miniature. Cocking his head in bewilderment Rick removed the stick from the door ports and pulled it's heavy mass outward revealing a room in deep darkness.
Remembering John's directives Rick kept himself from calling out for Sabrina and instead stepped into the room to search for a light switch. To his surprise light erupted from archaic looking electric lamps sconced onto the walls, no doubt activated by some motion sensor. Glancing around he saw the room mostly empty and covered in a plush carpet of deepest red. The walls looked of simple wood paneling with an arched ceiling plainly overhead. In the center of the room sat the dark metal cage, a cube roughly 4 foot square per side with an obvious door set on the far side.
At the center of the cage knelt Sabrina, and Rick felt his lust sink as an uneasiness crept over him. She knelt in the center of the cage, her lusciously curved body of porcelain white holding a perfect pose that would make the most experienced Geisha feel envy. Her long fingered hands rested on her thighs, painted black nails sharpened to talon like points. Yet he could not see the beauty of her face for her long black hair was pulled up and over her face hanging clear down to the firmness of her breasts and obscuring all traces of her identity.
Heart still racing despite Sabrina's jarring presentation Rick quickly moved around to the back of the cage to the door. There was no chain or discernible lock holding it shut, rather a lace of silver wrapping around the bars of the door and cage body holding the door closed, the end of the lace bent into that distinctive shepherd's staff look. Rick slid the covered tray through the feeding slot at the bottom of the door then quickly went back towards the door to leave. He was not sure what weird game John and Sabrina were playing, but it creeped him out a bit. Better he just leave as he was instructed.
If you are still here I give you my hearty thanks! Although this is a new account I am moderately experienced at role play and collaborative writing. My work became very demanding last year, but things have settled back to their familiar routine. With summer getting close to an end I am hoping to find a long term writing partner as winter approaches. Here are a few things I am looking for in a partner:- Please have a reasonably sized response in the RP. I do not have any hard rules for the size of a response, but more is better than less. I will always try to match the length of what my partner writes.
- Please note: That above bullet does not mean I am against shorter posts. I would rather have a post containing 300 that engage me than 1000+ words that I skim because it is mostly filler. Quality beats quantity, however I do need a large enough post to work with.
- Know how to have fun!
- Help me advance the plot. Often this is not possible, but interaction is very necessary for me in an RP.
- OOC is important to me to plan the story.
- No Mary Sue/Gary Stu characters please. A character that can do everything and has no problems other than a tragic backstory is not an interesting character to me.
- I am ghost friendly, so if you are not feeling it, but don't want to hurt my feelings, its all good! After about 7 days I will assume the story is concluded and move on.
- Give me story, and give me smut! The amount of plot versus story can be difficult to gauge, but I think really depends on the type of story. I like both in an RP, and we can talk about how much.
- Although I have no F-List here, my list of kinks is very extensive, you will not shock me.
Themes that I enjoy:
- Science Fiction (maybe...depends on plot)
Fantasy- Dominate/submissive Story lines [smut heavy]
Neko Story lines- Vampire Clans
- Dark Themes (depends on plot)
- Slice of Life
Pairings that I enjoy:
- Dominant x Submissive [smut heavy]
- Vampire x Vampire
Prince x SorceressArranged MarriageRival Gangs/Families- Owner x Pet
- Star Trek
- Star Wars
- World of Lovecraft
Basic plot ideas that can be fleshed out together:
This one is meant to be Slice of Life style role play. A Dominant and submissive life their lives together, but I thought it would revolve primarily around the D/s club that they belong to, hence the 'soap opera' notion of this plot idea. This would involve other side line characters that can come and go with the focus on the drama of their lives and the lives of the people around them. From personal tragedies, love triangles, family problems, health issues, and whatever other drama we can insert into the story. [smut heavy]
The name pretty much sums this plot up I think. I have played RPs where the boyfriend is some type of supernatural creature, but I have a craving to try it the other way.
This plot line involves a female character that is more of a Domme, and definitely not submissive. A street wise prostitute witnessed something or has something that will get her killed if she is found. She takes refuge with a middle class simp, who either has visited the prostitute before, or is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Can she keep herself alive with the help of this simp? Can he man up enough to help her?
Please feel free to approach me with any ideas that you might have, and thank you for stopping by.
And if you made it this far you are a champion! Treat yourself to something special for your bravery!
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