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Author Topic: Pastel Kitkat's Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic - Sub seeking Dom)  (Read 1045 times)

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Offline Pastel KitkatTopic starter

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F/F games are preferred, but M/F games are welcome. All scenerios use gender neutral terms to accomodate my potential partners line of thinking.

Hello and welcome to my thread for currently craved story ideas. Please take a look at my O/O's Thread. If you meet the requirements in my Innocent section and find interest in any of the story ideas below, feel free to message me to discuss playing together.

Please do not reply to this thread. If you are interested in playing with me, send me a private message. Forum games only, I do not play through email or private messaging.

Snow White and the Seven Demon Princes
Snow White
Name: Snow White
Age: 27
Personality: Quiet, nervous, self-reliant, skeptical.
Background
One cold winters night, a small package was left outside a fire station. It sat there for hours without notice, the steadily falling snow gathering atop it. Nearly an inch of snow had fallen to rest atop it before anyone took notice of the package. An aging fireman—who had the bad habit of smoking cigars—had wandered outside the firehouse to satisfy his craving, when he spotted it there on the doorstep. A small red cooler, glaring in contrast to the white snow that covered the firehouse steps. Curiously the man opened the cooler to find a bundle of bloodied white blankets that stirred before his eyes. Peeling them back, the man was astounded to find a baby, pale as the snow that fell around them, and half frozen to death. The man took action quickly and rushed the baby to the hospital, surprised to find that the baby was perfectly healthy. Given the amount of time the baby had spent in the cooler out in the snow—which was apparent by the accumulation of snow that had been on it—the man had expected the worst.

The baby—a precious little girl—spent only a night in the hospital before social services came to claim her. They placed her in a loving home with parents who promised to care for her, but just three days into the adoption process the couple backed out. There was something strange about the baby they said; she never cried, only stared with icy eyes, and was always freezing to the touch. She was brought back to the hospital and thoroughly examined. When nothing could be found wrong with her, she was placed with a new family. This lasted a week before that family too wanted nothing to do with the strange little baby. Social services was at a loss. Every family they placed her with, every foster home that took her in, would eventually give her back. She was scary they claimed. Like a little porcelain doll; cold and soulless.

She was three years old when someone who would love and care for her was finally found. The same man who had found her years before; Fire Marshal Henry White. He named her Snow and taught her how to laugh. The older she grew, the more he loved her and the warmer her eyes became. She was always a strange child, but Henry loved her oddities and took it upon himself to teach her ways to relate to other people. He taught her how to make little glass dolls and paint happy faces onto them, which taught her how to contort her face into pleasant expressions. He taught her various dances, which always got her blood rushing and warmed her skin and made her laugh. He taught her how to smile, how to pout, how to scoff and how to yell. The only thing Henry wouldn't teach Snow was how to cry. But there were no need for tears, not when he was there.

Then it happened. It had been a frustrating day at work for Snow—who was a phlebotomist in the outpatient clinic at their local hospital—and to cheer her up Henry decided to do what he did best. He pulled the fire truck out onto the street, put on some music and lead her around the fire station in a dance. The other firemen clapped and hooted and Snow and Henry laughed as they did the Charleston around garage.  He was beaming at her, the wrinkled around his eyes crinkling in the happiest of expressions, he always looked at her like that when they danced. The fall was sudden, and at first everyone thought he was joking. But when Henry didn't move the firehouse paramedics jumped into action. They loaded him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. Snow clutched his hand the entire way, staring blankly at Henry's calmly sleeping face as the paramedic performed chest compressions and tried desperately to restart his old friend's heart.

Snow sat in the emergency room for what felt like hours, her expression cold and her skin icy. It was a mere thirty minutes before a nurse came out and led her to the critical care room. Henry lay on a hospital cot, his shirt cut open, the gray curls covering his chest bared. He was dead—a brain aneurism she was to be told—and for a long time she just stared at the man who had raised her. The man who had loved her when no one else would. In twenty-seven years not a single tear had past her hollow brown eyes. In that moment every one that had been denied release rushed forward. Snow wailed into her father's chest, soaking the soft curls in her sorrow. The grief was unbearable, her screams were heartbreaking and she was inconsolable. Snow's breakdown was so intense that she herself was admitted to the hospital and sedated.
Story
Snow woke up three days later, feeling absolutely nothing. She checked herself out of the hospital, claimed Henry's body and began preparations for his funeral. It was a small affair—Henry had no living relatives—with only Snow and the other firemen in attendance. She did not cry. The day after the funeral she was back at work. She did not bother to fake smiles for the patients that came to see her. She spoke only when it was necessary to. Most patients paid it no mind, only one seemed particularly interested in speaking with her. Even as she ignored them they continued to hit on her, complimenting her pale skin, her dark hair and even her cold eyes. Snow simply drew their blood and sent them on their way, staring vacantly as they offered her hand a kiss before making their exit. She ignored the strange warmth that lingered on her skin where they had touched.

That night, while on her way home from a bar nearby the hospital, Snow is attacked by a strange, terrifying creature, only to be saved by none other than the patient who'd been flirting with her earlier that day. They announce that she is to come with them, that they will protect her from those who would pursue her in exchange for one thing. Her blood. They tell her she is their half-sister; the daughter of a demon, a very powerful one at that, and a human. That her blood is rare and powerful, and that of their six other siblings, they who possess her would possess the power to end their father's reign and rule over his domain. Naturally she writes them off as insane and runs. Unfortunately for Snow, shaking off her savior would prove not only impossible, but hazardous. Especially when the others that are after her are not so interested in her preservation.

Expecting: I need a dominant partner to play with this character. Bondage, slight N/C with kidnapping, drugging, blackmail and minimal bloodplay will be involved. I haven't completely worked out the details of the story, so there will be a lot of plot discussion and the chance to tweak it to something we'll both enjoy.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


That High School Bebop(Cousin/Cousin Incest)
Pamela Days Jones
Name: Pamela Days Jones aka “Peach”
Age: 18
Persona: Vivacious, stubborn, lustful, blunt.
Background
Not one student currently in attendance at Glenwood High could remember exactly how the war started. It had happened so long ago that the rumors had morphed into urban legends. Some said that they had murdered a prized football player in cold blood in the stadium locker room, others claimed they had viciously gang raped the prom queen and left her to die in a back alley on Halloween night. No one knew which story—if either—were true, and no one cared to find out. All anyone was certain of at Glenwood high school was that whatever had happened to spark the violent rivalry, it was Wormwood high that had started it. It was Wormwood that first formed their gang—The Watchers—and terrorized the innocent students of Glenwood. They had beat boys to within an inch of their lives, assaulted countless girls, and vandalized dozens of structures in the urban area of East Village before Glenwood high retaliated.

That's when they formed The Rogues. Everyone was in agreement that, that was the point where things got extremely out of hand.

The violence mounted to the point where kids began to fill the hospitals of their respected inner cities, some even died, but no one was pointing fingers. They settled their grievances on the streets, with their fists and their lead pipes. No matter how many students the police rounded and locked up, there were always more and more that stepped forward to fight.

The police lost control, the schools were terrified at the behavior of their students and no one knew how to make it stop. So the battle continued, stretching through three decades of children hungry for the blood of their enemy. Even if they didn't participate in their gangs activities they supported it, trained to look the other way and keep their mouths shut. No one knew a thing, no one ever saw what happened and no one would ever betray their school. At least that's how most of the students felt.

For Pamela, better known as Peach, the Rogues and Watchers were just a bunch of silly boys and girls throwing violent tantrums. All that was important to Peach, was staying fit for cross country track, making sure Ryder stayed out of prison, and finding a boyfriend brave enough to date her right under the nose of her overprotective, slightly possessive cousin Ryder; the latest leader of the Rogues.
Story
Pamela and Ryder's mother's were as close as two sisters could be. So close in fact, that they gave birth to their first children merely months apart. The bond between their mothers coupled with their closeness of age, Pamela and Ryder grew up very close. They lived in the same apartment building on separate floors their entire lives, always went to the same school, and from the time they were in diapers spent pretty much every bit of spare time together. Their teenage years were no different. Despite Ryder running off to join the Rogues the moment they walked through the doors of Glenwood against Pamela's wishes, the two remained close. While Ryder was off climbing the ranks of the "gang' Pamela occupied her time merely scraping by in academics and excelling on Gelnwood's track team. All the while trying to nab herself a cute jock boyfriend, because the boys on the football team were way too preoccupied being stars to join in on the "fun" the Rogues were having.

Unfortunately for Pamela, even in their freshman year Ryder had managed to make a name for themselves as a particularly ruthless Rogue. By sophomore year Ryder was in the gang's top rankings. By junior year was elected leader by the graduating head, and even with her good looks and ridiculously rocking body, no boy would look twice at Pamela for fear of igniting Ryder's wrath. Her cousin had gotten into scuffles with every boy who'd sought out Pamela in her freshman and sophomore year, going so far as to break both the legs of one boy who hadn't been willing to back off in her Junior. Now in her senior year, Pamela can barely get any boy who isn't a Rogue (and has Ryder's expressed permission) to speak to her, let alone date her.

And for a blossoming young woman eager to experience all the pleasure her teenage hormones can handle, it's quite frustrating.

Expecting: A dominant partner to play opposite Pamela as her cousin Ryder. Kinks are open to discussion, but an NC theme is preferred.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


Racing Down the Wrong Lane
Destiny Lycoris
Name: Destiny Lycoris
Age: 30
Personality: Feisty, independent, empathetic, maternal.
Background
Destiny Lycoris lived a less than comfortable life through her childhood. Her parents separated when she was still a toddler, her mother disappeared and left her father to raise her. Her father might have once been a good man, but if he had been the betrayal of his wife changed him. He was a prominent Pediatrician, a pillar in their community; he delivered every baby, treated every child in their small town. He was loved and respected, by everyone but his daughter. No one knew the man that Destiny knew however. The people in town only knew the kind Dr. Lycrois; a man wonderful with children, generous and patient. Only Destiny saw who he was beneath the facade. A darkly twisted man, enraged by the abandonment of his wife, cold and cruel toward the daughter who looked so much like her.

That was why she left the day she turned eighteen, without a goodbye to anyone. She took the money she had saved working part-time in her teens and used it to forge a path cross-country to start a new life. It was hard, there were times when she would sleep in shelters or even out on the streets. She managed though, she'd do whatever she had to do to make sure she never had to go back to that town, back to that man. Eventually she got herself into school, from there she built a career in social work, helping as many children as she could, mending as many families as could be mended.

She was proud of herself, proud of what she had become. On the day of her thirtieth birthday however, Destiny realized that for all her accomplishments she had forgotten one thing. A family of her own. She was a beautiful woman, so finding a boyfriend wasn't difficult. The problem was that Destiny was so preoccupied in planning her future with Collin, that she wasn't really paying attention to the present. She'd gone for an older man—Collin was nearly forty—figuring he'd have maturity and want to settle down. Unfortunately for Destiny, Collin was in the throws of his midlife crisis.
Story
Destiny had been dating Collin for six months, and was already happily preparing for their future together. She'd named their children—they'd have two, a boy and girl preferably—picked out the dining ware and cutlery for the kitchen in their future home, and planned the theme for their wedding. Collin was preoccupied with modifying the muscle car he'd bought with a commission check from work. His newest hobby in his quest to stay young (after taking guitar lessons and getting hair plugs) was street racing local college kids in an underground ring he'd heard of through word-of-mouth. It was ridiculous, pathetic really. Destiny was a supportive girlfriend though, so she let him play his little games while she handled the adult aspects of their relationship, and waited patiently for Collin to get over growing old. 

One night Collin convinces Destiny to attend one of his races. She reluctantly agrees and stands amongst the drunken young adults while her boyfriend goes off to make a fool of himself. Unbeknownst to Destiny, the racer Collin is up against knows her. She was their social worker assigned to their adoption case. That was years ago however, and Destiny doesn't recognize the young racer, but they certainly remember her. Capitalizing on Collin's drunken state, the young racer offers the older man a wager. If Collin can beat their car in the race, they'll give it to him, if he can't he'll allow the young racer to take Destiny out on a date after the race.

Collin agrees, Collin loses, Destiny is furious when she's informed of what her boyfriend has done. Needless to say, Collin's drunken stupidity marks the end of his relationship with Destiny. Destiny allows the young racer to take her home, and in her annoyance at the blatant stupidity of older men, allows the young racer to kiss her and feel her up as a form of petty revenge. When they try for more however, they are immediately shut down. She tells them they're far too young for her and sends them on their way.

Unfortunately for Destiny, the young racer is not so easily discouraged. They've held a torch for her since the first time they met her, and now that they've found Destiny again, they're not willing to let her go.

Expecting: I need a dominant partner to play with this character. Bondage, slight N/C with stalking, public molestation and (kind of)kidnapping will be involved.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


A Spoiled Brat Meets Her Match(OneShot)
Barbie McKenzie
Name: Barbie McKenzie
Age: 21
Personality: Rambunctious, sassy, conceded, hot-tempered.
Background
Barbie McKenzie is your typical spoiled little rich girl. Her entire life has been easy; everything she'd ever needed or even just wanted had been hers. She was an only child, and her parents had doted heavily upon her, succumbing to her every whim. So even as she grew older and acquired the sense of responsibility associated with age, Barbie never quite shook the self-entitlement that made up a fair majority of her personality. Once she graduated high school and headed off to college, that didn't change. She lived unashamedly off of  the wealth of her parents, and college was just one big drunken party for her, but her parents didn't seem to care. They just kept shelling out more money and allowed her to live a wild college experience. That didn't change when she came home for the summer.

Story
Then one summer break came, and Barbie returned home to find that a hiccup had disturbed her smoothly going life. Her father—a lawyer—had lost a high-profile case involving a man associated with the Russian mob, and because of this loss, their family was in danger. Barbie's father had taken it upon himself to higher he, his wife, and his daughter bodyguards for their protection. Barbie wouldn't have cared too much, except that her bodyguard was a major buzz kill, and refused to accompany her to any nightclubs or parties she wanted to go to. Her father made it very clear that she was not to go anywhere without her bodyguard, and no matter how much she begged and pleaded, her father would not budge on his stance. So what's a poor party girl to do? Take matters into her own hands of course.

One night she decides to seduce her bodyguard. Though they're rigid and suspicious, the influence of the sleeping pills laced in the drink she offers them, makes them more than willing to fool around with such a pretty young girl. They pass out halfway through the torrid little make-out session, and Barbie sneaks out of the house to go to a night club with her friends. Unfortunately, the bodyguard did not consume enough of the drink to keep them knocked out for more than an hour or so. When they awaken, they use the tracking device they uploaded to Barbie's cellphone to track her down. They find her at the club, high on party drugs and quite tipsy, and carry her out. Barbie thinks the whole thing is just so hilarious, so instead of taking her home, they tie her up and drive her back to their place.

Deciding that the best way to punish Barbie, is to show her just what could happen to her if a Russian gangster had managed to get his hands on her.

Expecting: A dominant partner to play opposite Barbie as her bodyguard. Themes of bondage, kidnapping, substance influence, rough/kinky, NC.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.


You'll Be A Star Miss H(OneShot)
Leslie Hallowell
Name: Leslie Hallowell
Age: 32
Personality: Witty, reserved, independent, confident.
Background
Leslie Hallowell didn't always want to be a teacher. When she was young she had dreams, big ones. The kind with Hollywood lights, strapping young men, and diamond studded dresses. She got her strapping young man at the young age of twenty-one, and though the diamond he had to offer was measly in comparison to those she'd dreamed about, when you're young and in love size doesn't really matter. Not on your ring finger anyway, and he was sizable enough where it was important. Alas, Leslie's young love was not meant to be. The lust was enough to last them three years. Once that got old, the promise of starting a family kept them going for two more. When it started to look like that wasn't going to happen was when the resentment grew. He didn't want to raise a child that “wasn't his”, she was sick of coddling him, and was content raising a dog as her fur-child. After seven years there was nothing left between them but a shared bed and a mortgage.

He helped her pay off the house before he packed a bag and left it for good. She was grateful for that. After seven years of dedicating her life to one man, what she had to show for it was a house, a loyal dog, and a teaching degree instead of an IMDb profile.

Setting
It's been four years since Leslie's divorce, and the single life has not treated her well. Sure she's had boyfriends; but between wanting to move too fast to commitment, not wanting to commit at all, jealousy issues and general shady behavior, none had worked out well for her. She'd all but given up on finding Mr. Right, and will occasionally settle for Mr. Right-Now just to get laid, but even sex has lost it's luster. Men in their forties seemed so much more exciting when she was in her twenties and willing to blow a guy for a small supporting role. In her thirties, their lack of stamina or complete unwillingness to give as much pleasure as they're receiving has left her completely turned off. Her friends keep telling her that she just hasn't met the right guy, that she just needs to keep looking. Leslie's sick of looking though, and is quite content to become an old school maid, with only the satisfaction of shaping young minds to get her through her bleakly climax-free life.

Its gotten so bad that even the occasional flirtation from one of her students is enough to sway Leslie's libido and set her body to tingling. But it's just harmless fun. Not like she'd really ever go there with a student. It's just that, for an aging divorcee, attention from pretty young adults can be quite addicting. When a rather persistent student with a thirst for older women and a passion for directing their own movies presents themselves, it can get you into quite a bit of trouble if boundaries aren't firmly set.

And Leslie's not as good at setting boundaries as she is at being bound.

Expecting: A dominant partner to play opposite Leslie as one of her students. Themes of bondade, D/S dynamic and light NC.

Open to suggestions and any changes my partner may want to make.
« Last Edit: January 11, 2017, 02:44:56 AM by Pastel Kitkat »

Offline Pastel KitkatTopic starter

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2016, 07:30:25 PM »
This has been a bump.

Currently have time for one or two other games. If interested you may choose one of the above story ideas or message me to create our own bases of shared interests.

End bump.

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic)
« Reply #2 on: June 05, 2016, 02:55:03 AM »
NEW STORY ADDED: Caging the Songbird

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Currently Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic)
« Reply #3 on: June 09, 2016, 07:41:13 PM »
NEW STORY ADDED: Taking Full Advantage

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NEW STORY ADDED: Racing Down the Wrong Lane

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NEW STORIES ADDED: Snow White and the Seven Demon Princes // The Scent of Lavender.

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Re: Pastel Kitkat's Craved Stories f/f or m/f (BDSM dynamic - Sub seeking Dom)
« Reply #6 on: November 30, 2016, 01:46:18 AM »
Updated: Currently looking to take on two stories (maybe three depending on the pace).

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New Stories Added: A Spoiled Brat Meets Her Match // You'll Be A Star Miss H