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Working Title: "From Erotic Review to Revue"
Status: Currently Closed *See Notes
Content:- Some Magic
- Gender Change (single or multiple changes)
- D/s Play
- Possible Mental changes
- Femdom
- Humiliation
- Sexuality exploration
Setting:Earth, present day. Busy city.
Preview:He had been reading about her for months now. Reviews in forums, hidden chat rooms, all of the dark corners of the internet he frequented raved about her.
"She blew my mind.""Unlike anything I have ever experienced.""One trip was all it took. I'm hooked."They sounded like the cheesey blurbs of a bad movie review. All fluff-praise and little substance. And that's exactly what he would have taken them as, if they had been from people he'd never heard of. But these were his peers, fellow aficionados. People he had learned to trust.
Living in a large city, for-hire Dominatrices were easier to come by than most people would imagine. Even though he indulged in what many would consider a fringe recreation, he had made something more of it. After visiting several and having varying experiences with each, he turned his kink into a nice side-hobby where he reviewed the women he spent time with. He tried to be fair, he thought, but if a Domme was lacking, he did not hold back. His opinion had become one people had respected, and he was part of a small, but elite group within the community.
However, this woman would not give him the time of day. She was very upscale, very selective, and by what the other writers said, very worth it. One by one, she solicited his peers. Others like him who wrote substantial reviews of their experiences. Each in turn raved about her abilities. He expected to be eventually contacted too, but after the all the writers he knew were selected, no offer came for him. Finally, his ego a bit bruised, he assumed he'd been overlooked. However when he sent her a message introducing himself, he was responded to with a flat "No." The abruptness of it annoyed him, and so he sent a bit more formal letter, letting her know how connected he was to the D/s community and samples of some of his more generous reviews. He received a slightly better response. "I said No."
And so for the first time, he wrote something that he believed was unfair. He began to take pot-shots at her online. Little ones at first, teasing and a bit snotty in hopes of drawing her out. When those failed, he became more razor sharp with his jabs. He had years of reviewing experience, and so writing engaging but nearly slanderous posts about a woman who had only ever communicated four words to him was fairly easy.
And it apparently worked. She replied to his original e-mail with her address and the time, Friday night at 7:00pm. Delighted that he finally goaded her into an audience, he arrived at her place, expecting an enthusiastic but unfulfilling show.
Upon being ushered inside, he was placed before a table with a small, black collar. He waited and eventually the woman walked in. Without introduction, any other discussion she simply said the following in a smooth, easy voice.
"When you wear this collar, I control your world. You may put it on, but only I may remove it."The collar was a simple leather one, with only a buckle, and so seeing that there was no way to permanently close it, he decided to humor her. As soon as the last bit of the leather slid into its little loop, his world changed.
Gone was the lanky software scientist with a thin build and shaggy hair. In an instant he had been replaced with someone far smaller, far softer, and much more feminine. Hair spilled from his head and curves billowed from his thighs and chest. Arms, legs and torso shrank, became toned, hairless and thin. This was all he had a chance to comprehend before the woman leapt upon him.
No longer of any size or strength to stop her, she easily pulled him to the ground by gripping a large handful of his hair until he was stuck on his knees. As she pulled his head back, keeping him in place, his heart hammered in his chest. His eyes were wide in panic and surprise. But as her hand came around, a finger delicately traced along his temple, down his cheek and across plump lips. They caressed his neck, and out over the swell of one of his new breasts. Then as they moved out over the cup of the lacy bra that he suddenly realized he was wearing, her fingers teasingly pinched at the taut nipple on his chest.
A new strangeness welled inside him. A tingling, growing feeling that both excited and scared. His measure of cockiness, of light arrogance at his success had always shielded him, kept his submissive nature at bay in the face of most dominants. Now however, he felt vulnerable in a way he couldn't begin to put into words. Both aroused and descending head-long into a submissive place he had never before felt. For the first time in his life, he truly felt dominated. Then, just as his eyes rolled back, he felt something at his neck snap.
The collar was off and he was himself again, kneeling in front of her.
"You may go." She said over her shoulder as she was leaving the room. Without any further fanfare, a rather muscular servant picked him up by the arm and deposited him outside, dazed and unscathed.
Over the next week, he convinced himself it wasn't real. Some kind of trick. Hypnosis or some other bizarre mind-altering drug that he inadvertently ingested or inhaled. Something that allowed her power of suggestion to let him believe he had been changed. There was no way what he experienced could have actually happened. Each of his peers who had visited her had been contacted, and he had made delicate inquiries about their experience, but each was tight lipped, saying they were not permitted to talk about it. The whole experience confounded him, but more importantly it frustrated him.
Finally, he decided that rather than his sanity being in question, he must have obviously been duped by some trick of hers. Frustration slowly simmered into anger, and he sat down again at the laptop flustered, ready to write another scathing article about the woman. He had just opened a blank post, when someone knocked at his door.
Peering through the peep hole, he saw no one. However slipping outside, he looked down to see a flat, square wooden box resting in the hallway with a crisp hand written note resting on top. He took both inside, and sitting the box down opened the piece of paper.
"When you wear this collar, I control your world. You may put it on, but only I may remove it."
Trembling, his heart in his throat, he opened the blond oak box to find the collar resting on a padded velvet lining.
Synopsis:I would like to indulge in some Femdom & D/s play in this story where I take control of the male character outlined above. I'm open on D/s and teasing/denial elements. However I would prefer a scenario where the male character is put in his place, so to speak, trained at being
female as well as submissive. My idea is for him to change back and forth at the Domme's whim. The collar cannot be removed by anyone but her once he puts it on, but it does not necessarily have to be removed for her to be able to return his masculinity. She may simply alter its appearance and change him back, then dismiss him. Only to turn him again the very next evening after work. I would like her demeanor to be instructional or training oriented, with light punishment and stronger reward. Cruelty should be
very mild or light. Other themes can be discussed in PM.
Inspiration:Requirements:I am looking for someone to play the role of the Dominatrix in this RP as well as share any other characters that may arise through the course of the story.
The gender of the person writing for the Dominatrix does not matter, as long as we have chemistry writing and they can help bring the story to life.
Notes:Currently being played
here. I will entertain discussion about this story idea, but it is currently closed for starting a new play.
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