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This is a rather long write-up I did to set the stage / get the feel for this role play idea -- so rather than having to read it all just to see what it's about, I'll try to give a brief synopsis here.
Our characters are criminals. They'll do bad things to people. They're also sexy as hell.
My character is a beautiful, sexy, and manipulative transsexual woman who will be submissive to your character and dominant to pretty much everyone else (with "everyone else" being secondary or NPC characters you play, I play, or someone else plays.) Also my character keeps her boy parts hidden, preferring (almost) everyone think she is fully female.
Your character will be a dominant male "bad guy" (with "bad guy" being a criminal and/or some other form of badness) -- an Alpha male who deserves her worship and devotion.
Since my character is transsexual, there is a variety of options for your character. He could be straight, gay, or anyplace in between and still be interested in sex with my character, right? However, sex between our character's isn't a requirement. (For instance, your guy could be straight as an arrow and not interested in my girl because of her history of maleness or the fact she still has boy parts down there -- so the idea is he requires her to use her sexuality to manipulate others, such as his enemies -- she, however, is totally infatuated and devoted to him.)
Also, I would prefer the play be set in an earlier time frame rather than present day. It would be a period where trans people were found only in places like California and New York, but still the surgery and hormones could result in a totally "passable" woman. My girl won't flaunt her trans status publicly, so certainly no one would wonder if my girl ever used to be a boy. I think maybe the latter half of the 1990's -- long enough ago but still having access to the internet and cell phones that weren't the size, shape, and weight of bricks. However, if you prefer an even earlier time frame, that would work too.
The write-up that follows isn't intended to be a first post (way too long) or a writing sample (though I wrote it, so maybe it is) -- it's just something I did to get a feel for my character. I'm open to the possibility of changing some of it to suit your tastes. All characters will be 18 or older -- my reference to "boys" or "girls" is just the way I talk.
Because of length, the write up will be contained within several spoilers. There may or may not be some rhyme or reason to how it's divided up.
Finally, before we start, a word about race. I originally envisioned my character as a weak white beta male who developed (or recognized) and despised his inferiority in light of the overwhelming masculinity of black males with whom he came into contact. He knew his place was in the service to a superior Alpha male - a strong confident Black male. However, I realize race play isn't everyone's cup of tea, so I wrote this without the racial references. If you want your character to be of a particular race other than mine, that would be awesome. If not, that's okay.
So here we go:
So .... It's open for discussion -- let's talk possibilities.
Our characters are criminals. They'll do bad things to people. They're also sexy as hell.
My character is a beautiful, sexy, and manipulative transsexual woman who will be submissive to your character and dominant to pretty much everyone else (with "everyone else" being secondary or NPC characters you play, I play, or someone else plays.) Also my character keeps her boy parts hidden, preferring (almost) everyone think she is fully female.
Your character will be a dominant male "bad guy" (with "bad guy" being a criminal and/or some other form of badness) -- an Alpha male who deserves her worship and devotion.
Since my character is transsexual, there is a variety of options for your character. He could be straight, gay, or anyplace in between and still be interested in sex with my character, right? However, sex between our character's isn't a requirement. (For instance, your guy could be straight as an arrow and not interested in my girl because of her history of maleness or the fact she still has boy parts down there -- so the idea is he requires her to use her sexuality to manipulate others, such as his enemies -- she, however, is totally infatuated and devoted to him.)
Also, I would prefer the play be set in an earlier time frame rather than present day. It would be a period where trans people were found only in places like California and New York, but still the surgery and hormones could result in a totally "passable" woman. My girl won't flaunt her trans status publicly, so certainly no one would wonder if my girl ever used to be a boy. I think maybe the latter half of the 1990's -- long enough ago but still having access to the internet and cell phones that weren't the size, shape, and weight of bricks. However, if you prefer an even earlier time frame, that would work too.
The write-up that follows isn't intended to be a first post (way too long) or a writing sample (though I wrote it, so maybe it is) -- it's just something I did to get a feel for my character. I'm open to the possibility of changing some of it to suit your tastes. All characters will be 18 or older -- my reference to "boys" or "girls" is just the way I talk.
Because of length, the write up will be contained within several spoilers. There may or may not be some rhyme or reason to how it's divided up.
Finally, before we start, a word about race. I originally envisioned my character as a weak white beta male who developed (or recognized) and despised his inferiority in light of the overwhelming masculinity of black males with whom he came into contact. He knew his place was in the service to a superior Alpha male - a strong confident Black male. However, I realize race play isn't everyone's cup of tea, so I wrote this without the racial references. If you want your character to be of a particular race other than mine, that would be awesome. If not, that's okay.
So here we go:
Steve the Accountant would have celebrated his 28th birthday a couple of weeks earlier. Sarina's Mississippi drivers licence identified her as turning 21 on the day she boarded the Airbus A380 en route from Paris to New York.
Sitting in La Première class of course, Sarina reflected on just how long she'd been out of the US, the land of her birth. Then she smiled as she realized it wasn't really the land of her birth. Her predecessor, Steven Michael Wilson, had been born in America. Sarina was only conceived there. She was born in Denmark three years ago when she swallowed the first of thousands of pills that started turning her into the woman she was meant to be. It wasn't as difficult for her as it had been for others who made (or tried to make) the transition. In her previous life Sarina made a pathetic excuse for a man. Many transitioning women had to overcome years of damage done to the femininity within from production of male hormones. Steve had never been accused of being overly manly, making Sarina something more akin to a blank canvas on which to create a masterpiece.
Over the past couple of years Sarina Davis had grown accustomed to the looks, but she would never grow tired of them. It was one thing to be born attractive -- that's something a person could easily take for granted about themselves, even get tired of. Not Sarina. She knew what it was like to grow up a loser, a beta male with no future. Someone who didn't appeal to the opposite sex. Sarina had to work very very hard to achieve "goddess-hood" as she liked to think of it, and the looks she got from others were greatly appreciated. She rarely let the looker know the looks were appreciated - that was out of character for her. Goddesses remain aloof.
The pills did much of the work, but were supplemented by surgeries of various sorts in various places. Implants were necessary not only to give her the large breasts she knew would provide certain advantages, but hips and a nice ass too. She smiled thinking of the mixed emotions Steve had when a male coworker - larger and more dominant - swatted him on the butt. All those mixed up emotions had been sorted out very neatly in the past three years.
Steve the accountant was a short weak beta male, devoid of both fat and muscle. His fantasies of submitting to a superior dominant female went back as far as he could remember. While he was clearly a genius, his lack of athletic prowess did little to help his self esteem. In school, girls used him to help them with their homework (or to cheat on tests) then went off with their muscular boyfriends with little more than an insincere "thanks".
After college things didn't get any better for him. The condescending attitudes of the Alpha males he encountered made him hate what he was even more.
Yes, that's right. Steve didn't hate them, he hated himself and what he was: a weak beta male who could never compete against them. That swagger and that attitude were totally intimidating. With a spirit of self-loathing he began to watch more and more porn where strong men dominated women and women dominated weak men. Before long it was all he masturbated to.
You might say something snapped to cause Steve to do what he did, but nothing really "snapped". Instead, it just kept bending until it looked more like a pretzel than the straight line it had once been. He came to realize that Alpha Males deserved adoration. His adoration. He didn't have much to offer as Steve the underpaid accountant, but he eventually came up with a masterful plan: Steve the beta male accountant could embezzle a large amount of money, flee the country, and come back as the uber-sexy vixen who would offer her "services" to the man most deserving of her devotion. She would seek out THE Alpha Male and devote her life to him.
Meanwhile, Steve began saying "yes sir" and "no sir" to all big strong males, even his subordinates at work. He would do whatever favors they asked. He was unable to look any of them in the eyes. When one of them swatted him on the ass and told him he was a good little bitch for fetching his coffee, the deal was sealed. After an additional month of intense planning Steve put the plan into motion.
On the Monday morning Steve Wilson was due to return to work after a week of vacation, he failed to show. A few days later the company discovered a huge chunk of money had disappeared sometime the previous week. No one would ever see Steve Wilson again.
Sitting in La Première class of course, Sarina reflected on just how long she'd been out of the US, the land of her birth. Then she smiled as she realized it wasn't really the land of her birth. Her predecessor, Steven Michael Wilson, had been born in America. Sarina was only conceived there. She was born in Denmark three years ago when she swallowed the first of thousands of pills that started turning her into the woman she was meant to be. It wasn't as difficult for her as it had been for others who made (or tried to make) the transition. In her previous life Sarina made a pathetic excuse for a man. Many transitioning women had to overcome years of damage done to the femininity within from production of male hormones. Steve had never been accused of being overly manly, making Sarina something more akin to a blank canvas on which to create a masterpiece.
Over the past couple of years Sarina Davis had grown accustomed to the looks, but she would never grow tired of them. It was one thing to be born attractive -- that's something a person could easily take for granted about themselves, even get tired of. Not Sarina. She knew what it was like to grow up a loser, a beta male with no future. Someone who didn't appeal to the opposite sex. Sarina had to work very very hard to achieve "goddess-hood" as she liked to think of it, and the looks she got from others were greatly appreciated. She rarely let the looker know the looks were appreciated - that was out of character for her. Goddesses remain aloof.
The pills did much of the work, but were supplemented by surgeries of various sorts in various places. Implants were necessary not only to give her the large breasts she knew would provide certain advantages, but hips and a nice ass too. She smiled thinking of the mixed emotions Steve had when a male coworker - larger and more dominant - swatted him on the butt. All those mixed up emotions had been sorted out very neatly in the past three years.
Steve the accountant was a short weak beta male, devoid of both fat and muscle. His fantasies of submitting to a superior dominant female went back as far as he could remember. While he was clearly a genius, his lack of athletic prowess did little to help his self esteem. In school, girls used him to help them with their homework (or to cheat on tests) then went off with their muscular boyfriends with little more than an insincere "thanks".
After college things didn't get any better for him. The condescending attitudes of the Alpha males he encountered made him hate what he was even more.
Yes, that's right. Steve didn't hate them, he hated himself and what he was: a weak beta male who could never compete against them. That swagger and that attitude were totally intimidating. With a spirit of self-loathing he began to watch more and more porn where strong men dominated women and women dominated weak men. Before long it was all he masturbated to.
You might say something snapped to cause Steve to do what he did, but nothing really "snapped". Instead, it just kept bending until it looked more like a pretzel than the straight line it had once been. He came to realize that Alpha Males deserved adoration. His adoration. He didn't have much to offer as Steve the underpaid accountant, but he eventually came up with a masterful plan: Steve the beta male accountant could embezzle a large amount of money, flee the country, and come back as the uber-sexy vixen who would offer her "services" to the man most deserving of her devotion. She would seek out THE Alpha Male and devote her life to him.
Meanwhile, Steve began saying "yes sir" and "no sir" to all big strong males, even his subordinates at work. He would do whatever favors they asked. He was unable to look any of them in the eyes. When one of them swatted him on the ass and told him he was a good little bitch for fetching his coffee, the deal was sealed. After an additional month of intense planning Steve put the plan into motion.
On the Monday morning Steve Wilson was due to return to work after a week of vacation, he failed to show. A few days later the company discovered a huge chunk of money had disappeared sometime the previous week. No one would ever see Steve Wilson again.
Steve didn't have much of an Adam's apple or a very deep voice, but in her quest for perfection Sarina had those issues taken care of along with all the other "corrections" that were needed to turn her into the woman of her dreams. Though it wasn't a huge challenge (as stated earlier Steve wasn't the most macho of men to begin with) the majority of effort went into facial reconstruction. Sarina wasn't content with looking like a woman. Sarina was transitioning into a goddess, and would settle for nothing less than perfection.
Sarina had no intention of flaunting her "trans" status for all the world to see. She wanted everyone to see her as the woman she was on the inside. Being outed as "trans" might make her appealing to some, but being thought of as a "real" woman would broaden her appeal considerably. Nonetheless, she boarded Air France flight 3628 with penis and testicles still in place, such as they were. Sarina's money had begun to run low and she wasn't keen on the idea of going under the knife again -- especially considering where the knife would be cutting. Also, there was a feeling she didn't want to let them go. It was almost as if she wanted to keep them as a reminder of how worthless she was compared to the Alpha men she worshiped. Even if there were those who thought she was perfection in every other way, she needed to keep them as a reminder of her inadequacies -- of just why she was destined to serve.
Sarina also didn't want to lose them not knowing if she could have an orgasm without them, and she didn't want to give up her orgasms. Small though they were (she was pretty sure they had shrunk over the past months) she could still achieve orgasm by combination of stroking, a little pain here or there, and thoughts of large arrogant men violating what holes she could provide to them. Often when she masturbated Sabrina would don makeup and sexy lingerie and position herself to watch a mirror as she jerked - practicing winking and blowing kisses to her imagined victims.
---
When Sarina began the process of establishing an identity for herself she was very pleased to see "Sabrina Davis" was a name available to her, one that could supply her with a totally legitimate birth certificate to start the ball rolling. Though there was certainly nothing wrong with the name Sabrina, she decided dropping the "b" and making it into Sarina would give her a more unique - and sexier - name. She remembered the old television program Bewitched in which a character named "Serena" was the identical but sexier naughtier cousin of the main character. As for the Davis surname, that was the name of a girl Steve had a crush on in college. A girl who crushed his dreams as she used him to help her get though an advanced accounting course then dumped him for an arrogant jock once the course was completed. Her new last name would be a constant reminder of how both types of males should be treated.
If anyone asked, she would have a story prepared about the land of her birth, and why someone as hot as her with no noticeable southern accent had a drivers license issued by the State of Mississippi. The real reason was because it was easy for her to obtain the necessary documentation from a backward state where corrupt or corruptible officials were abundant, and would not waste much time verifying Sabrina Davis was the person requesting a certified copy of Sabrina Davis' birth certificate. On top of that, getting her name legally changed from Sabrina to Sarina added additional legitimacy to the paperwork - and it was easily enough handled by a lawyer who easily convinced a judge she didn't need to appear in court. With all that documentation she could apply for a new license from any state she chose.
Sarina had no intention of flaunting her "trans" status for all the world to see. She wanted everyone to see her as the woman she was on the inside. Being outed as "trans" might make her appealing to some, but being thought of as a "real" woman would broaden her appeal considerably. Nonetheless, she boarded Air France flight 3628 with penis and testicles still in place, such as they were. Sarina's money had begun to run low and she wasn't keen on the idea of going under the knife again -- especially considering where the knife would be cutting. Also, there was a feeling she didn't want to let them go. It was almost as if she wanted to keep them as a reminder of how worthless she was compared to the Alpha men she worshiped. Even if there were those who thought she was perfection in every other way, she needed to keep them as a reminder of her inadequacies -- of just why she was destined to serve.
Sarina also didn't want to lose them not knowing if she could have an orgasm without them, and she didn't want to give up her orgasms. Small though they were (she was pretty sure they had shrunk over the past months) she could still achieve orgasm by combination of stroking, a little pain here or there, and thoughts of large arrogant men violating what holes she could provide to them. Often when she masturbated Sabrina would don makeup and sexy lingerie and position herself to watch a mirror as she jerked - practicing winking and blowing kisses to her imagined victims.
---
When Sarina began the process of establishing an identity for herself she was very pleased to see "Sabrina Davis" was a name available to her, one that could supply her with a totally legitimate birth certificate to start the ball rolling. Though there was certainly nothing wrong with the name Sabrina, she decided dropping the "b" and making it into Sarina would give her a more unique - and sexier - name. She remembered the old television program Bewitched in which a character named "Serena" was the identical but sexier naughtier cousin of the main character. As for the Davis surname, that was the name of a girl Steve had a crush on in college. A girl who crushed his dreams as she used him to help her get though an advanced accounting course then dumped him for an arrogant jock once the course was completed. Her new last name would be a constant reminder of how both types of males should be treated.
If anyone asked, she would have a story prepared about the land of her birth, and why someone as hot as her with no noticeable southern accent had a drivers license issued by the State of Mississippi. The real reason was because it was easy for her to obtain the necessary documentation from a backward state where corrupt or corruptible officials were abundant, and would not waste much time verifying Sabrina Davis was the person requesting a certified copy of Sabrina Davis' birth certificate. On top of that, getting her name legally changed from Sabrina to Sarina added additional legitimacy to the paperwork - and it was easily enough handled by a lawyer who easily convinced a judge she didn't need to appear in court. With all that documentation she could apply for a new license from any state she chose.
My inspiration for this character -- The incomparable Sarina Valentina:
As Sarina slept on the plane she dreamed of the opportunities that lay ahead - all the nice things she would have as a result of "only" three years of hard work, both physical and mental, in the gym and on the internet.
In her dreams she saw men giving her gifts and crying and begging for her attention -- and she saw herself giving oral sex to "Master" - some arrogant Alpha who would slap her around and try to push her away but she would come back begging him, just like the weaker men begged for her attention.
***
Even in First Class the flight wasn't as restful as she'd hoped, and they were still two hours from New York when Sarina woke unable to go back to sleep. Oh well, no matter, she would lay over in New York a couple of days to get acclimated to the new schedule, maybe see a couple of Broadway shows, then on to Miami to start a new life. Originally she'd planned to settle on the West Coast in the Los Angeles area. Steve had spent a little time there, and remembered all the beautiful people and the fast pace. Eventually she decided on Miami -- still a lot of beautiful people with expensive toys, but something she might be able to transition into more easily than LA. If Miami didn't work out, there was always Chicago. She hoped Miami would work out.
***
Before he was Steve the Accountant, Steven Wilson was Steve the Nerd, and nerdy Steve had been known to play the occasional role play game. Serina smiled as she thought she might pass the time by condensing herself onto a piece of paper as if she were a role play character:
Name: Sarina Michelle Davis
Nickname: Rarely Chelle or Shelly if she doesn't want to use her real name, but usually Sarina.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil ;)
Physical Desc: Age = 21 // Height = 5'6" // Weight = none of your business // Measurements = 34dd-28-40 // Hair = color and length change frequently. // Sarina is beautiful and sexy and knows how to work it.
History: Originally from a small town in flyover country, now she is moving to Miami. She looks forward to all the beautiful people in her circle and the fast pace with which they live and the finer things they enjoy. Expensive restaurants, fast cars, big yachts and private jets. None of which she will need to pay for herself. That's what men are for. Sarina's first experience at "crossing the law" involved embezzling some money from an employer. She's a whiz at finding and hiding money via the books, but perhaps her more valuable contribution is using her sensuality to get things done. Growing up a weak little naive churchgoing do-gooder who never had nice things, she has come to realize the strong should rule over the weak. Or use the weak for their amusement. Sarina knows her place in the pecking order: She uses her strength in the service of someone stronger.
Likes: She actually enjoys working out because she's seen the benefits. (Sometimes she goes to the gym to be admired, other times she works out at home if she doesn't feel like being gawked at or hit on.) She also loves being lazy and being waited on hand and foot. She enjoys being on and in the water, mystery novels, and driving fast. And big cocks on asshole Alpha males.
Dislikes: Menial labor. Beta males and little dicks. Making small talk. She also has a strong dislike for Christianity and those professing it.
Advantages: Physical endurance (as opposed to physical strength). Innate intelligence and accounting experience. Also an understanding of the male psyche and lots of experience teasing boys.
Weaknesses: She lacks physical strength. She is afraid of heights, spiders, and clowns. Also, she doesn't like to get dirty, and she has secrets she doesn't want anyone to know. Her biggest weakness is big strong Alpha Males who treat women like shit. Other men she chews up and spits out, but real men make her weak in the knees.
Skills:
- Accounting skills
- Using her sensuality to manipulate others.
- Languages.
(Danish: She lived in Denmark for almost three years, where most of her transition took place.)
(French: studied in high school, college, and practiced extensively the past few months in Paris -- could she pass for a native speaker? maybe, if speaking with someone who wasn't a native speaker) --
(Italian: can understand and make herself understood if the other person is patient and cooperative) --
(Other Romance languages: can get by with directions, ordering in restaurant, etc, due to similarities with languages she knows) --
(Arabic, Russian, Japanese, Chinese-Mandarin: a few words and phrases - 'where's the restroom', 'how much does this cost', etc)
- Pistol. (She took a class.)
- Driving. (She took a class. One of those executive protection bodyguard driving classes.)
- SCUBA (She took a class. Several classes, actually, for different certifications.)
- Erotic Dance. (She took a class in this, too.)
- Martial Arts (Starting with Judo - she hasn't progressed far in rank but she keeps plugging away)
- Clarinet. (Middle School - All District.)
- Video games. (Yep, you read that right. From the nerd period. She kicks ass. Her skills honed recouperating from various surgeries when she was tired of language study.)
Gear: A killer body and sexy wardrobe. She'll aquire more gear after she's settled.
Sexuality: Submitting to the Alpha Male. though she's never actually been with one, she has a large dildo on which she practices oral sex. Dominating/manipulating/denying everyone else.
Ons: Teasing boys and girls. Dominating the weak. Corrupting the good. Getting away with breaking the law. Anything that causes massive amounts of adrenaline to course through her body.
Offs: The usual suspects -- pee, poop, vore, weak men, little dicks, etc.
Your Desire: An overriding need to serve the Alpha.
Secrets: Who doesn't have secrets?
In her dreams she saw men giving her gifts and crying and begging for her attention -- and she saw herself giving oral sex to "Master" - some arrogant Alpha who would slap her around and try to push her away but she would come back begging him, just like the weaker men begged for her attention.
***
Even in First Class the flight wasn't as restful as she'd hoped, and they were still two hours from New York when Sarina woke unable to go back to sleep. Oh well, no matter, she would lay over in New York a couple of days to get acclimated to the new schedule, maybe see a couple of Broadway shows, then on to Miami to start a new life. Originally she'd planned to settle on the West Coast in the Los Angeles area. Steve had spent a little time there, and remembered all the beautiful people and the fast pace. Eventually she decided on Miami -- still a lot of beautiful people with expensive toys, but something she might be able to transition into more easily than LA. If Miami didn't work out, there was always Chicago. She hoped Miami would work out.
***
Before he was Steve the Accountant, Steven Wilson was Steve the Nerd, and nerdy Steve had been known to play the occasional role play game. Serina smiled as she thought she might pass the time by condensing herself onto a piece of paper as if she were a role play character:
Name: Sarina Michelle Davis
Nickname: Rarely Chelle or Shelly if she doesn't want to use her real name, but usually Sarina.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil ;)
Physical Desc: Age = 21 // Height = 5'6" // Weight = none of your business // Measurements = 34dd-28-40 // Hair = color and length change frequently. // Sarina is beautiful and sexy and knows how to work it.
History: Originally from a small town in flyover country, now she is moving to Miami. She looks forward to all the beautiful people in her circle and the fast pace with which they live and the finer things they enjoy. Expensive restaurants, fast cars, big yachts and private jets. None of which she will need to pay for herself. That's what men are for. Sarina's first experience at "crossing the law" involved embezzling some money from an employer. She's a whiz at finding and hiding money via the books, but perhaps her more valuable contribution is using her sensuality to get things done. Growing up a weak little naive churchgoing do-gooder who never had nice things, she has come to realize the strong should rule over the weak. Or use the weak for their amusement. Sarina knows her place in the pecking order: She uses her strength in the service of someone stronger.
Likes: She actually enjoys working out because she's seen the benefits. (Sometimes she goes to the gym to be admired, other times she works out at home if she doesn't feel like being gawked at or hit on.) She also loves being lazy and being waited on hand and foot. She enjoys being on and in the water, mystery novels, and driving fast. And big cocks on asshole Alpha males.
Dislikes: Menial labor. Beta males and little dicks. Making small talk. She also has a strong dislike for Christianity and those professing it.
Advantages: Physical endurance (as opposed to physical strength). Innate intelligence and accounting experience. Also an understanding of the male psyche and lots of experience teasing boys.
Weaknesses: She lacks physical strength. She is afraid of heights, spiders, and clowns. Also, she doesn't like to get dirty, and she has secrets she doesn't want anyone to know. Her biggest weakness is big strong Alpha Males who treat women like shit. Other men she chews up and spits out, but real men make her weak in the knees.
Skills:
- Accounting skills
- Using her sensuality to manipulate others.
- Languages.
(Danish: She lived in Denmark for almost three years, where most of her transition took place.)
(French: studied in high school, college, and practiced extensively the past few months in Paris -- could she pass for a native speaker? maybe, if speaking with someone who wasn't a native speaker) --
(Italian: can understand and make herself understood if the other person is patient and cooperative) --
(Other Romance languages: can get by with directions, ordering in restaurant, etc, due to similarities with languages she knows) --
(Arabic, Russian, Japanese, Chinese-Mandarin: a few words and phrases - 'where's the restroom', 'how much does this cost', etc)
- Pistol. (She took a class.)
- Driving. (She took a class. One of those executive protection bodyguard driving classes.)
- SCUBA (She took a class. Several classes, actually, for different certifications.)
- Erotic Dance. (She took a class in this, too.)
- Martial Arts (Starting with Judo - she hasn't progressed far in rank but she keeps plugging away)
- Clarinet. (Middle School - All District.)
- Video games. (Yep, you read that right. From the nerd period. She kicks ass. Her skills honed recouperating from various surgeries when she was tired of language study.)
Gear: A killer body and sexy wardrobe. She'll aquire more gear after she's settled.
Sexuality: Submitting to the Alpha Male. though she's never actually been with one, she has a large dildo on which she practices oral sex. Dominating/manipulating/denying everyone else.
Ons: Teasing boys and girls. Dominating the weak. Corrupting the good. Getting away with breaking the law. Anything that causes massive amounts of adrenaline to course through her body.
Offs: The usual suspects -- pee, poop, vore, weak men, little dicks, etc.
Your Desire: An overriding need to serve the Alpha.
Secrets: Who doesn't have secrets?
"Girls like me don't pay their own way"
That's how the ad began - the one she'd placed three months earlier. The first 48 hours enabled her to eliminate 99% of the responses. Fortunately, most men aren't smart enough to know how ridiculous they sound when their hormones are in control. Over the next two months she had eliminated all but three of the hopefuls - submissive men who longed to serve a deserving dominant woman - and no woman deserved it as much as Sarina. Finally she chose the lawyer Brad - an associate at a large New York law firm. He was at that point in his career where he was almost a partner, and had managed to keep his marriage intact. A couple more years and he would be sitting pretty, but keeping Sarina happy in the big city for two whole days might stretch the limits of his finances and his ability to lie to his wife.
Sarina understood the need for discretion. Over time she got him to reveal his real name (he started out as "Sam') and the fact he was married. Brad arranged a suite for Sarina at the Hilton and had taken off four days from work to be available to serve all her needs. (Though she was only in town for two of those days.) He also lied to his wife that he was out of town on business and found someone at the firm to verify his story should she get suspicious. She wouldn't. They were young and in love.
Plenty of men at the Arrivals gate were watching Sarina approach, she instinctively knew which one was Brad. It helped that he'd sent a couple of pictures, too. She was pleased to see she could read him like a book. Brad was so nervous he wasn't even sure what to say or how to say it. That was fine with her. Sarina wasn't in the mood for small talk.
She didn't even stop walking. Brad took a moment to realize she'd just handed him her baggage claim ticket as she strutted past and told him to text her when he was ready to go. He considered catching up to her, at least to say hello, but her strides were long and confident and before he could catch her Sarina had disappeared into the first class lounge.
That's how the ad began - the one she'd placed three months earlier. The first 48 hours enabled her to eliminate 99% of the responses. Fortunately, most men aren't smart enough to know how ridiculous they sound when their hormones are in control. Over the next two months she had eliminated all but three of the hopefuls - submissive men who longed to serve a deserving dominant woman - and no woman deserved it as much as Sarina. Finally she chose the lawyer Brad - an associate at a large New York law firm. He was at that point in his career where he was almost a partner, and had managed to keep his marriage intact. A couple more years and he would be sitting pretty, but keeping Sarina happy in the big city for two whole days might stretch the limits of his finances and his ability to lie to his wife.
Sarina understood the need for discretion. Over time she got him to reveal his real name (he started out as "Sam') and the fact he was married. Brad arranged a suite for Sarina at the Hilton and had taken off four days from work to be available to serve all her needs. (Though she was only in town for two of those days.) He also lied to his wife that he was out of town on business and found someone at the firm to verify his story should she get suspicious. She wouldn't. They were young and in love.
Plenty of men at the Arrivals gate were watching Sarina approach, she instinctively knew which one was Brad. It helped that he'd sent a couple of pictures, too. She was pleased to see she could read him like a book. Brad was so nervous he wasn't even sure what to say or how to say it. That was fine with her. Sarina wasn't in the mood for small talk.
She didn't even stop walking. Brad took a moment to realize she'd just handed him her baggage claim ticket as she strutted past and told him to text her when he was ready to go. He considered catching up to her, at least to say hello, but her strides were long and confident and before he could catch her Sarina had disappeared into the first class lounge.
So .... It's open for discussion -- let's talk possibilities.
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