Kiss of a Blood ThiefMain Characters:
Female Vampire and Female PrisonerSetting:
Modern day rural AmericaTheme:
Kidnapping / Noncon / Lesbianism / BDSM Synopsis:
In the 1960s, a woman was brutally murdered, her body drained of blood. The case bore all the hallmarks of a vampire attack, but everyone knows that there's no such things as vampires. The case was never solved.
Flash forward to the present day. Your character is an investigator of some sort; a police officer working a cold case, or an investigative journalist chasing down a decades-old mystery. A late night pouring over old police reports and newspaper articles turns loose a precious clue that had eluded investigators until that moment. A link to a woman interviewed by police, who lived far in the country. A check of local records revealed that the woman had long since died, but that her daughter maintained the same address. Throwing caution to the wind, your character decides to go visit the daughter of the witness.
The door opens to reveal s breathtaking woman. My character; a centuries old vampire who has grown into her habits over the long years. She is a solitary creature, not used to people ringing her doorbell, unused to interactions with people beyond the bare minimum. Bullrushing past her defenses, your character is able to gain access to the house and interviews my character for information she might have about her mother. A veteran investigator like your character is quick to find holes in her story and presses for the truth relentlessly. Fearing discovery, my character assaults yours, knocking her out and taking her prisoner in a specially constructed "feeding cell" in the basement.
From there, the story could take a dark turn if my character simply feeds on yours for her blood over the span of several days before killing her. Alternately, the story could turn into a depraved Stockholm-themed romance, with our characters falling in twisted love.
Ties that Bind TakenMain Characters:
Archmage's Ghost, Young CourtierOther Characters:
Young Courtier's aunt, uncle, and younger sibling. Various nobles and functionaries. The King and the Queen Consort.Setting:
Courtly Intrigue Kinks:
Mind Control / Switching / Seduction / Corruption / BDSMSynopsis:
Centuries ago, my character was an archmage of legendary power, who toppled kings and ground empires to dust beneath his heel. No act of black magic was beyond him, and his lust for more power even led him and the world to the brink of disaster. Eventually, he was overthrown, in a war that is remembered today in song and story. But though I was believed to be slain and sent to whatever Hell would have me, I did not die, for I had secreted a piece of my soul in a gem, and so did not pass on to the next world. Instead I lingered in a waking dream, waiting for the proper configuration of events so that I might be born again. As time passed, the magic of the previous age faded into the petty parlour tricks of today, and the more my story came to be seen as allegorical at best, pure fantasy at worst.
Your character is the daughter of a minor noble family, who has just come of age where she might court and find a husband. It is important to the family that their eldest make a suitable match, of course, one that improves their wealth and station in the world. So they have sent their young flower to court for a Season; a splendid time of balls and pageantry, of hunts and plays, of garden romances and fireworks, graceful gondolas and merry mischief.
In addition to the new gowns and shiny baubles you are given by your aunt and uncle to wear at the King's Court, you are also given a marvelous red ruby pendant on a golden chain. This is the secret soulstone of the Archmage, and on contact with your skin the first step necessary for my return has been met, and I again gain an influence on the mortal world. What this means is that I can contact your character through your dreams and control them through my power. I offer you temptations and secret knowledge to help you in your plans, but in exchange you must help me secure my return. At night, you are at my mercy, subject to my cruel whims and base lusts, but during the day you gain access to a measure of my power.
And so the seduction begins. The more you draw upon me to help me in your schemes, the more you surrender your soul to me. The more power and knowledge I give you, the more I create a challenge who might even usurp me.
Slave of the MirrorMain Characters:
The Lady Commander of the Knightly Orders and the Spirit of DesireSecondary Characeters:
Guilty Pleasure, Secret SubmissionKinks:
BDSM / Light Torture / Training / Soft-ConSynopsis:
My character has been the Empress' most trusted bodyguard and skilled warrior, having served in the Imperial Court for a dozen years. She rose through the ranks, beginning as a lowly squire that pulled a spear from her own body in fulfill her duty, and now sits at the head of armies, most honored and revered knight in the land. In the whole of the Immortal Empire, only the Empress outranks her. She is respected and feared. She but rarely takes a lover to her bed, preferring the cold comfort of her duty and proud asceticism than risking dulling the edge of her skill and forsaking her duty. My character us a strong, independent woman used to being in command, giving orders, and making important decisions. Sexually she is frustrated, but has repressed her desires in order to serve the Empress, who she all but worships as a goddess.
For her 30th birthday, the Empress decided to reward her faithful servant's long service with a very special gift. It came in a box of rich, dark wood, with fittings and a lock of brass. The Empress gave the box with a mysterious smile, but advised her servant to open it only in private. It was, the Empress said, a doorway to undreamt of delight.
All through the celebration feast, she wondered what the Empress had given him. She was widely known to be a sorceress of powers deep and wide, who knew a hundred hundred spells and the names of more spirits and demons than were mentioned in the holy books. So the general wondered what her liege had given her. Finally she bade goodnight to the bodyguards stationed outside the Empress' chambers, and withdrew to her own.
She used the key the Empress had given her to open the box anticipation and curiosity burning a hole inside her. Inside, resting on a bed of satin was a leather collar of the type worn by the Empire's slaves. Attached to the supple black leather was a a long chain of glittering, silver metal. She had served her Empress long enough to recognize the sigals of powerful magic stitched into the leather and chiseled into every silver chain link.
Despite her reverence for the Empress, the general was insulted by the offer. What was she suggesting, that she was a mere slave? It was, to say the least, a most unusual gift. Despite the insult, why did she feel so compelled to fasten the collar around her neck and stand before the mirror to see how well it fit?
When she dons the collar and stands before the full-length mirror, it draws the woman through a portal into a magical pocket of reality where the spirit bound to the collar waits for her new slave. In that little universe, the desire spirit can manipulate the world as she sees fit, controlling the world around her even more completely than the most powerful mortal magic. He...she...is like a succubus, in that it both feeds on and can elicit sensual desire in others. The desire spirit is the Empress' true gift to her faithful servant.
The magic of the collar is such that, when donned at night, places the wearer at the mercy of the spirit, with no possibility of escape or overpowering it. Until the first light of dawn breaks the sky the next morning, she is the slave the collar proclaims her to be.
How will she react to her secret, barely acknowledged desire being granted? Will she throw the collar into the river, or will she be seduced by the nightly promise of exquisite pain and delicious pleasure? Will she eventually yearn to spend more of her time in the mirror world than in the real one, and surrender utterly to the desire spirit? Will she spurn her desires or find such freedom as she's never known?
Details of the two characters are negotiable, but the way I imagine the general is that she is indulging in guilty pleasure in the role of a slave through the acts of dominance and submission. The desire spirit will be firm, and only a little bit of a sadist, as she has been summoned and bound not to break and ruin the collar's wearer, but grant her the ultimate pleasure of surrendering control.