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Offline DahlingTopic starter

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Dahling's Desires - A Dark Assortment
« on: November 09, 2015, 08:04:00 PM »
Once again looking for a story...or two.



I always feel...awkward, tossing out requests but I've an itch to write and unfortunately, it won't get done just lurking in my head.  Nothing is set in stone, anywhere and if you'd like to write with me but don't currently see anything that suits your taste, feel free to shoot me a PM and we'll see if we can't figure out something that would suit us both.  I'm relatively easy to get along with and always welcoming hearing from new people and old ones alike.  Please take a peek at my O/O's as well, which can be found listed below in my signature! :D

That said, pretty please, do not post here but rather, PM me if you have interest.


Fantasy Settings.

Size Matters M/F or F/F
Ever had an itch to play with sympathetic magic?  Nyxie is a pixie. No more than three and a half inches tall and the world is a decidedly sorted place. I've a few different ideas floating around in my head, with her.  One involves a sorcerer with a sadistic streak.  Their world is one of props.  After all, she's no where near his size and yet, there's something with the fascination all the same.  An easy spell or gimick to get small is rather impossible, at least in the beginning.  But there's nothing to say he can spell the things around her to do the things he'd like to and can't.  Maybe he's a toymaker, instead and creates...things that'll operate on her slight size.
Main Kinks: Bondage, size play, toys, voyeurism.  Everything else is up for debate.

Wolves at the Door M/F or M/M/F
Wolves are everywhere, hiding in plain sight and moving amongst men as if they'd always belonged.  Perhaps they had. There's a hint of oWoD woven through this idea; garou and kinfolk.  She can be anything, depending on the era.  The time period is versatile, the thing I'm after with the story is that of a woman discovering she's more than she thought she was.  That there's more out there in the world and the wolves? Are at the door. That slow introduction to the supernatural and her place in it.  Though that place, is obviously beneath. How and where she fits, depends upon the setting that we settle on.
Main Kinks: Bestiality, everything else is open.

The Wilderness M/F or F/F
There's something alive in the woods, a kind of magic there old or so the local's say.  There are druids in those woods, who's power extend to controlling the very lands themselves.  Yet to keep them appeased, a sacrifice is required.  But a sacrifice doesn't always mean the end of life, so much as simply the end of something, like innocence.  Which is the focus, in this case. I like the idea of something young and fragil and naive going off to so nobly to meet her end only to find that it isn't what she thought it would be.  Perhaps one of the druid's falls for her or she's kept as a servant or maybe, she's just something to torment until her keeper tires of her.  Simply, I've an image fixed in my head for this one that's all wrapped up in a nubile girl who finds unwilling pleasure at the ends of nature itself.  Tangled up and used by vines, held fast so someone else can use her by roots...fantasy is key and ovipositioning wouldn't be turned away, either but certainly isn't required.
Main Kinks: Bondage, Perverting Nature - Literally. Everything else is open.

Offline DahlingTopic starter

  • The Massacre, the Masochist, the Tease.
  • Dame
  • Seducer
  • *
  • Join Date: Oct 2010
  • Location: Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear the crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear.
  • Gender: Female
  • Occasionally fickle, unpredictable and chaotic.
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Re: Dahling's Desires - A Dark Assortment: Modern Flavors.
« Reply #1 on: November 12, 2015, 07:34:08 PM »
Stay in Line. M/F
The whole family was religious. Decidedly so.  The father stood over the pulpit every Sunday and Wednesday night.  He spoke on things like Faith and Devotion. On Honor.  He spoke as well, of obedience.  Women were created to serve men. They were made to be that perfect companion. An extension of man, created from man, to serve man. To be all of those things that he was not.  Soft. Nurturing. It was the way things were.

At home, he had his rules.  His orders.  He expected them to be obeyed and if they weren't? Well, he did not believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the child.  He believed in discipline. A firm hand, a hickory switch, a belt.  His wife lived beneath the shame heavy rules.  Was treated to the same punishments.

I'm looking to explore the dark here, the grit. With a cast that consists of multiple characters. While the suggestion of incest is there, whether or not the line gets crossed is something that can be explored through the story itself as well as why and how, because the psychology of it's half the kink.  To be clear, the only brand of incest I'm comfortable writing is male/female pairings. I won't do f/f pairings when it comes to incest. This is a hard line.

Otherwise, I'm interested in exploring the world. The limitations within the household, the punishments (because this tickles the masochist in me). As well as how the father reacts with his daughter exploring the world. It's possible she never does anything sexual with her father at all, but the pleasure from the pain inflicted, the kind of figure he is...perhaps she looks for someone she -can- have in the world. A teacher, some other older male in the world.  In any event, it's the female/s in this I'm wanting to play.
Main Kinks: Age play, light bondage, corperal discipline and anything else we feel like including.



The Caregiver. M/F, Extreme.
The Players
Weathered hands, aged hands folded against his lap as he sat there in the foyer, tucked beneath the soft warm blanket in his wheelchair.  He was old, late sixties, early seventies and looked almost…frail.  The cold had taken much of his strength, but the rest of it lay hidden away. Tucked out of sight, where she couldn’t see.  He’s loaded. He’s cruel.  He’s also the patient.

And she?  She was innocent, it was there in the bright blue of her eyes, that sweet honey kissed blond.  Her fingernails were pink, the glittering studs in her ears were a bright purple and there was the outline of her Hello Kitty tank top, leaving her upper arms bear.  A pair of skinny jeans, that matched in pink, that matched those heels she was wearing completed the picture.  She’s the caregiver.

The Setting
The estate is as decadent and luxurious as it's empty and dark. The heavy rain outside batters the windows and soaks the ground soggy, with muddy steps leading from the front door and through the foyer. A janitor's bucket sits abandoned besides the dirty track, the mop discarded on the floor in a puddle of murky water. The only light comes from a high chandelier, one that flickers with the thunder outside and trembles with every following boom. Staring paintings of historical figures, all unlabelled and forgotten, follow the newcomer's every step. There are no sounds, no noises, besides the downpour. A flashlight, turned on and pointed upwards, rests on a small table besides the main door, still damp from the outside.

The stairs were doubled as well, curving along a circular wall, stretching up to the second floor. Every step is padded by the soft purple carpet, but signaled by the aching creaking of old wood, sometimes triggering the moans of an ancient building; deep, low and distant. The entirety of the second floor's hallway is the same, with the double doors promised sitting imposingly right infront of the staircases' end. It's flanked on both ends by statues of disfigured human beings, young both, arguably female, with their features twisted and wrong. Beautifully made though. Both are unique works of art. To some, master pieces. To most, horrifying. The door itself is decorated with intricate carvings, some tribal, some familiar to those who know the lore of the local natives, others entirely alien. All of them are drawn to, and circle around, the two heavy brass handles, shaped like two great cats pouncing at each other.


The Scenerio
He was wet again, whether genuine accident or design, it was hard to say and required a bath.  The bath was fine, that was easy.  She could do it without feeling awkward, but it was when he said she was stripping away his pride by forcing him to disrobe, despite the fact that she was forced into helping with even that…she argued, sweetly as she could manage.  Told him she’d given baths before, that there was nothing to be ashamed of and still he pressed.  If she expected him to disrobe then…she was going to have to do the same thing.  She wouldn’t leave him in filth, would she?  And that’s how he’d stay, if she refused.  There’s coughing, some affected wheezing that sounds sincere, the threat of tears.

And she consents. Color staining her cheeks, the humiliation threatening to do terrible things.  But it’s okay, right?  She can be in her bra and panties.  She could give him a bath. It was like being in a bathing suit, that was all.  Except it wasn’t and there were noises in the house, things that looked…strange, sounded strange.  And while she worked on bathing him, he worked on her mind.  On how the beings in the house were afraid of him, how he could keep her safe.  Only him.  And a caress on the cheek becomes a gentle hand against her shoulder, absently coaxing the strap of her bra lower with every touch.

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Sound like something you can use? Abuse? Intrigued yet?

I’m looking for age play here, obvious in the slightly extremer sense.  She’s 18-20, depending on where your comfort lays and he’s? Late 60’s, early 70’s.  He’s not weak, though he conveys portrays it.  He is dominant.  I’m looking to indulge my masochist streak here, degrading, controlling.  But it’s not just in the physical sense, because obviously, there are limits to what he’s capable of.  It’s the mindfuck I’m after.  I want to watch the psychological breakdown just as much as the literal destruction of her innocence.  Because she is innocent.  Wide eyed, sweet with an open heart. 

Supernatural.  In a modern setting.  There’s occult focus here, heavy in the research, in the old man’s obsession.  He wants a new life. A better one.  A younger body.  Perhaps they’ll find it together. But I am looking to go dark here.  In all senses of the word.  I don’t want it a fast descent into her being comfortable, I want the break down to be slow, methodical.  I’m not looking for scat here either, to be clear.  But there’s room for…everything else.

What I need from you? What I’d like?  Is someone to play the male.