Curzon's conquest search. [Female seeking dominate male] New plots

[curzon]

Well Hello there

I am happy to see you are taking a peek, hopefully you will keep reading and even more I hope you find something you like because I can be quite a likable creature.


Straight to the point, I give you an opener, a plot out line and what I want from the story. If there are any other questions do let me know dear.  Openers are just to give you an idea of how the story might flow, we don't have to use them and my posts won't be as long as most of the openers displayed.

I am a submissive, I can do switch where I start off in a postion of power only to be shown that deep down I know I belong on my hands and knees. I hope that gives you idea for the tone of most of my plots but not all.


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[curzon]

Realistic Role Play

This is HumanXHuman; No mystic, No magic

Vixen:
Wit, Uppity Female, Blackmail, Humor

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Opening Scene;

The party was nice, as expected for a man who took such pride in art. The air full of sweet and slow music played by the band sat in the corner, the light chatter of guests speaking down their noses at one another could be heard filtering through the air but this was not what she was here to pay attention too. It was a painting that he had on display, a rare artifact or another but this was not her interest as she slipped through the crowd.

It was a small party, or at least small compared to how many could of been fit into the ballroom and she was unnoticed, she was arm candy when she came in on the elbow of an older man who had already was into his third cup of wine, she had slipped away before his grubby hands had stained the white satin of the dress she wore. Tonight she was a blond, the wig pulled tight over her short red hair, the wig was full of curls that cascaded down her back and as she made her way to the hallways she was greeted by a man. A security guard who looked her over with lustful eyes taking in her nicely sized rack and long legs that showed through the slightly transparent fabric, it didn't take much just a charming word, a brush of hand against his chest to let her pass telling her the bathroom was down the hallway but that wasn't the only thing nestled down the hallway.

She made her way with ease having studied the blue prints long enough to know which room was the study. She slipped in and the door clicked softly behind her as she made her way across the room to peer at the rather simple painting with a smile, behind here lay the safe and in there The Queens necklace and she was almost drooling with want but she had to be patient things where meant to be timed out. She dragged the fake from her purse her before sliding her hand along the edge of the picture, at last there was a click an it swung open as she stared at the safe. She had a minute, she would pop it open the lights would be shut down, a 'power surge' and then she would do the switch and have to make it down to the bathroom before the lights turned on. Or so that was the plan.

She let out one deep breath before nimble fingers began to push in codes and the lights clicked off quicker then she expected but she had caught sight of the necklace and grabbed at it tossing the fake in as she heard the door click open, shock ran through her as she let out a gasp as if surprise to hide the sound of things clicking closed, she let her body bump against the chair as she called out. "Hello," and before she knew lights where on and her green eyes where settling on the very man she was stealing from. "Is everything okay the lights just went out so suddenly."

Plot

Modern Time Heist. Vivian is hired to steal a rather rare piece of jewelry The Queens Necklace

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there are a few buyers interested in seeing it resurface on the black market an one merchant in particular had hired her for her certain skills. After months of planning she decide tonight is the night, as the owner hosts a gathering to show off his newest piece of art. She goes along as arm candy ready to play out her perfected laid out plan and every step goes smoothly until the last one. The lights go off early just as she hears the door opens, she quickly tried to cover her tracks as she turns about the man she is stealing from is in the door way finding it rather odd that she might be in his study just as the lights went out and he isn't about to let her go with out sorting this out.

To Train A Pet*
Verbal Abuse, Pleasure Control, Spanking, Bondage, Collar and Leash, Master/Pet, Orgasm Control, Spanking, Dirty Talking, Biting, Licking, Uppity Female, Slapping, Force.

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Opener

It should of been raining, it was suppose to rain on days like this no one liked to wear black in the sun. It pressed down into the darkness to make you sweat, sweating and standing around a grave that is about to be filled with a body. Green eyes skimmed the casket, she was lucky to of come it was in his will, his last gift to her. He was dead, it came as no surprise for he had been an old man from the beginning. She had been ten and he had been 60 when they first met and now he was gone at the age of 74.

He had told her the story countless time. Out of a crowd of children his eyes had landed upon her, he often told her it was her red hair. He always loved her hair, the first night in his large home he had had her bathe herself, dressed in silk so soft it brought feeling back to her skin. She had sat at his feet and he had combed every knot out of her short hair, it had been short at the time. Every night he would repeat it, even the night he had passed away carefully in his bed so not to disturb her. She had known, his hand had lingered on the brush and she sat patiently letting him finish. She had heard him stop breathing, her green eyes peering at his still frame from her place. She had cut her hair that night, it was not short finger tips rose curling into short red mane. It glowed bright under the sun as the casket was lowered into the grave.

"Goodbye master," the woman thought softly as the coffin was lowered down. She would sit there as long as they would allow her. She knew that they had no plans to let her out, they would cage her away in a room where no one could see her. It was sad that her masters funeral would be her last moments of freedom.

After that she had been carted away, made to sit and a room and wait. She waited, patiently as days passed.

At last the woman who had been watching over her came to the door.  "Your Master has arrived." A statement uttered so simply, as if dinner was here.  Her master, her green eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together into tight red lines. She had had a master, he had been kind and good and now he was gone who could dare to take his place. Her mind could not quite accept that she would have to serve another.

She trained well enough to listen as she rose from the bed, she still wore black as if in statement. The dress hugged the curves of her body, neatly containing her chest, the fabric stopping short above her knees.

Loud shiny black heels clicked as she existed the carpeted room and was met with hardwood floors. She was lead to the front of the doors where she stood and awaited the arrival of her new master.

A smirk danced to her red painted lips, a snicker pressing into her throat. She could only imagine the unintelligent ape that was about to walk through the doors, would he try to claim her body? Would he put her in the kitchen, assign her to toilette duty. She hoped he will try she could not wait to show him what it meant to own a slave.

Sometimes she forgot she wasn't normal, forgot what strong emotions could do. The air felt a little warmer, thicker as if the air in the room had stopped moving. It was as still as she was, full of anticipation.

The man walking through the door had yet to even know he owned a slave, it was in the fine print of the will. All to be left to his grandson, every possession including his pet. All he had to do was  keep the pet, and he had quickly agreed to this no one taking the time to explain what kind of pet his grandfather kept.

Plot *

The male's characters estranged grandfather has left his inheritance for him this including his a pet, a red head with an attitude to match. She shows not a sign of discipline and talks back at every turn, at last he has had enough and grabs her to discipline her with a sharp spanking and for a moment there is an immediate change until she starts acting up again, the more he punishes her the worse she gets as if she enjoys it. So what would happen if he changed his punishment methods into something funner for him.

Been playing around with the idea of making her a little special that at times she can 'share' how she feels.

Quaint Habits
cock worship, pleasure denial, bondage, dominating male, teasing, power struggle, biting

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Opener:

There was a pounding on the door, one to match the pounding of her head. A groan rumbled in her throat as she slowly sat up from her couch, why hadn't she slept in her own bed. She wish she could recall but it seemed her inner demon had sprung forth once more and she could not recall its nightly activities. It was a terrible habit, an addiction she fought but it seemed it was out of her control because every time her lips pressed to the tip of bottle it seemed like she forgot who she was. Perhaps she should try not to drink, not that she hadn't tried, she always found herself at the bottom of the bottle of in some one else bed, or with a new tattoo or drastic hair change.

The knocking at the door reminded her while she was rousing. The young woman pushed up, brushing a hand through her hair to see if it had gotten any shorter. No still shoulder length, still bright purple, she would have to do something about the color but while sober this time. Her drunk partner had lead to it being this shade.

She glanced at herself just as she was reaching the door, an over size shirt covered her lean frame hiding the tattoo on her shoulder but one could easily see the gaterbelt tatted to her thigh. The shirt did not hide the nipples still hard and pressing against the fabric of her shirt, or the nose ring and when she opened her mouth you could see the tongue piercing. She couldn't recall getting a single one of these piercing she had woken up to them just like she was waking up to this knocking.

She jerked the door open and peered dully at the man standing before her, part of her considering to how cute he looked before she asked what it was he wanted. Food was exchanged, on delivery from the land lord. She thanked him politely but left little room for any more conversation as she closed the door firmly behind her.

She had no idea that part of her already planned to fuck him as soon as sober her allowed herself to drink.

Plot;

YC is a normal young man, he works, he goes to school and he always dating a new girl every week, no one really knows why he doesn't settle down. YC has just moved to a new city going to live in an apartment complex that his great aunt owns, its a small place full of a handful of studios buts its nice and the neighbors are usually quite.

One day his aunt asks him to drop of some food to the girl that lives next to him,YC is surprised after a month of living there he had yet to actually see his neighbor and actually thought he didn't have one. Willingly he takes the food interested in seeing what kind of person lives there. After knocking on the door loudly a few times it is thrown open and standing in front of him is the oddest looking girl. She's a mess but a hot mess an odd one at that and he find himself rather intrigued by this girl.

After their first meeting he doesn't see her for a few days until she knocks on his door one night drunk and looking to score, the next day she acts like nothing happen but it seems this becomes habit as she returns again and again reeking of alcohol and not 'remembering' the act. Will he keep being her drunk fuck or will he take her sober and make sure she remembers?

Girl who cried wolf
Master/Slave, Nonsexual servitude, sexual servitude, teasing, blackmail, bondage Master/Pet

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Opener

"Alright here it is! A photo of my boyfriend," Lucy chirped as she flipped out her phone and twisted for the two girls before her to see. Pride filled her voice she had been talking about her boyfriends for month. He was so smart and cool, great at sex, everything a girl could want, the envy of his friends and he was fake. Her friends didn't know this, she had used it as in into their little group who loved to talk about their own boyfriends all which where real. Then yesterday as Lisa had been in the campus restroom both the girls had come in talking about her, not knowing she was hiding in the stalls. Lisa had ease dropped on their conversation as they spoke about how they didn't think her boyfriend was real, how she had never shown a picture or proof.

Lucy had thought about the conversation on the way home from college it was then she had spotted him. He was tall and handsome and seemed so far out of her league. She hadn't known what she had been thinking when she had walked up towards him with a phone listed. She had aimed to quick and quiet picture, thinking her sound was off she had taken only to her the audible snap of a picture being taken. He had heard it to, she realized this as she peered at the photo on her phone and found him staring right into the camera. It was easy to say she quickly fled the scene with pink cheeks but hey at least she had proof she had a boyfriend even he was a stranger on the street.

In the end it had all worked out, now they seemed to be believing her as they peered at the photo well that was until one of them spoke up.

"Doesn't he look familiar," Ashley mumbled in thought glancing at Rachel.

Lucy could feel the color draining from her face, "He hears that a lot, he has one of those faces," she informed.

"No, no I swear I know him from somewhere," Ashley kept on, Rachel no looked like she was thinking, this made Lucy very nervous.

Suddenly Ashley gasped looking behind Lucy. "O-M-G you're her girlfriend," she exclaimed making Lucy feel confused, she tilted her head back to look. She felt the color draining from her face as her gaze met the gaze of the very man she had taken a photo of and he was peering over shoulder, at her phone the picture of himself staring back at him. A confused look crossed his face a moment before he tilted his head and peered down at Lucy. She could swear she saw a smirk cross his lips as he spoke up.

"Of course I am, would you care to join me for lunch dear," he asked sweetly as he leaned over her shoulder and reached for her hand to pull her up.

Lucy jumped to her feet, her mind whirling, how was she going to explain this one...

Plot:

Lucy started life in a new town, a new collage where she knew no one. Desperate for friends she began to hang out with two girls who where always talking about their boyfriends. In an attempt to be accepted Lucy made one up but as the months went on with out her being able to provide proof Lucy's friends begin to doubt her. Desperate Lucy snaps a photo of a stranger on the way home to show to her friends not wanting to be called out and left to herself for the rest of the school year but it would be just her luck that the stranger isn't just any one. He is one of the most popular boy at the school and he just so happens to catch her mid lie.

Lucy feared he might spill the beans right there but instead the pair go outside where Lucy will admit everything to the man out of shame and embarrassment begging him not to tell. He surprisingly agrees but its not all innocent. He will pretend to be her boyfriend but in reality she would become his servant.

A new Position
Corruption

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Opening

Maria could not recall what had made her so eager for this position, had it been her curiosity to know who, her greedy lust for the raise in pay, a need to prove herself. Not actually it had all been about the pay. She had been getting just enough to afford herself the softer bread and the fresher meat but she wanted more. She served as a maid in enough homes to know what it was she wanted but it had been the interviews that had made her curious.

It had been a few questions that had interested her the most but there was one that had stood out to her. "What do you expect from this position?"

She had sat in the hard chair and grown silent for a moment as the man before her just peered at her. "What do I expect? I expect that I shall do my job and go home every night knowing that I will come back the next day and again and again and get paid well for it."

The man had seemed surprised, he even looked like he might be able to smile. He nodded her head and sent her on her way. There was one or two more interviews, inspection of her home and checking of her relatives before she was told to show up early in the morning to work the next day. The blond was excited. She dressed in the plain outfit provided to her and braided her hair back out of her way and showed up early. The butler nodded his head approvingly but said little else as he lead her into the staff corridor. It was ominously quiet. She was lead through winding hallways and stairs until they popped out into a hallway, she knew she was expected to memorize this route but it seemed to pass so quickly.

"Uh what are my duties this morning sir," she asked the man carefully. The man glanced down surprised, "Oh did some one forget to inform you, you are to wake the prince. He only wakes up kindly to a woman's face, be gentle," he warned as he gestured to the door.

She paled a little nervous as she nodded her head and reached for the door carefully slipping inside. She peered into the dark room her eyes trying to adjust as she searched for the bed feeling as if she had just got tossed into something bigger than herself. She began to slowly pad over tucking her hands in front of her. "Good Morning Prince it's time to get up," she cooed softly wondering how she was suppose to wake him up gently.


Plot

Once upon a time in a kingdom far far away lived a Prince and his new servant girl;

In this fairy-tale story there is a prince in a thriving kingdom. They do not worry about war or fret over then finances, it is a giving time, a time of peace. In this kingdom there is a servant who take her job quite seriously, perhaps more than others. She had a motto,  just because the kingdom is doing well doesn't mean she is. The more work she did the more she got paid, the more money she had the more treats she could eat.

Recently there has been opening in staff at the royal castle itself.

Service girl for royalty.

The news traveled fast, rumors floating around about who it might be that they would be serving, so many hoping and wishing it to be the charming Prince.

Maria applied of course, there was interviews, after interviews lines out of the head butler office for days. Marie hope it was her but not had expect to get it but after a few days a castle servant showed up at her door and told her she was it. She would soon find out it wasn't going to be easy as she met the charming flirtatious Prince and discovered the reason there was opening was because the last one mysterious left to the country and rumor she was pregnant. The young maid would soon discover how hard it would be to keep her relationship with the Prince professional.

It was thinking to do something fun but smutty where the prince corrupting her into being less and less professional and more the way he wants her to be.

Remember
Casual, Humor, spanking, bondage

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Opener
Beep Beep Beep

The sound of the alarm blaring beside made her stir. This was the third time it had gone off, the two times before a hand had reached out to smack at the buttons. Once more the arm stretched out, manicured hand pressing against the top of the alarm. This time however, from the pile of pillow a head rose. Sharp green eyes glaring at the clock. It was 8:30 she should get up, she had the day to get ready for she knew she expected to work later tonight.

Still a sigh fell from he lips, she didn't want to get out of bed. She wanted to stay in the warm embrace of the blanket where at least she felt wanted. No she knew she was wanted but not for reasons that really appealed to her, the only thing she enjoyed about her lifestyle was the money, the attention the gifts all there to fill the void.

She sighed and shook her head as she pushed herself up and out of bed. She knew she couldn't lay down any longer she would think too much and this was never a good thing. Overthinking had made her miss out on things in life, always questioning what people might think, what people might say or do lead to her being left behind.

Sarah padded barefoot across the wood floor of her large suite. She was 38 floors above the world, she had a great view and wonderful two bedroom apartment and she could proudly say she paid for it.

"That's right Sarah you have all kind of things to be proud of," the blond huffed to herself as she made her way to the bathroom. She sighed as she reached for her pill box. There where an array of pills, vitamins galore all too keep her blond hair shiny, her eyes bright, her body ready. She washed them down with a cup of water before slipping the shirt she had worn to bed off of her body. It fell to the floor exposing her slim frame to the bathroom mirrors for a moment. White creamy skin reflected back, the only mark being a tattoo in the center of her back in the shape of a key hole but that view was lost as she stepped into the shower and prepared for the day but it was always the nights that claimed her attention.

The day was spent however she liked. Yoga, spa, manicures. She could go shopping, hang out with 'friends' but the evening was her real master. She would have to take the time to pimp and prep. Not one blond lock could be out of place, every brush of makeup was to paint the perfect mask. She wore a simple black dress. Inviting enough but not overly revealing, she was an escort not a hooker. Still she felt like she should dress even more down as she glanced at the address, this had to be the clients first time. It didn't matter first timers where always sweeter, more giving and no matter where they wanted to meet she would look her best.

She got a taxi and made her way to a pizza parlor but as she arrived she began to wonder if she had gotten the right address. She had expected like a restaurant that served pizza not quite this. Her lips twitched into an annoyed frown that she pushed away as she stepped inside already pulling out her phone to text her boss and ask him to double check the address the client had wanted to meet at.

She glanced about the parlor hoping she might find some one who fitted the bull who would head her way to greet her like this was a date. No one moved though she gained a few glances. One man in particular caught her attention and she found her gaze lingering a moment too long. "I'm waiting, do you mind if I just take a seat," she asked. She gained an odd look before being told she could, she settled at a small table and glanced about the room her eyes once more falling on the man. She tried not to stare. She knew him from somewhere but she couldn't quite place it. She was caught staring as he glanced over, it was instinctual to smile back and was so surprised when he rose as if to make his way over, perhaps she did know him but how...

Plot:

In High school Sarah had been the popular girl, dated the football player, was a cheerleader who did everything that was expected of her so that she could be seen as popular which meant not being friends with those labeled geeks or nerds even if she found one of them in particular to be cute. The one who tutored her and helped her pass her classes but despite finding him cute she let her friends tease him and even one invited him to prom as a joke where he was humiliated. She left high school moved to the city and became an escort so she could live her life how she liked, applying the only real skills she knew which was her looks. one night why waiting for her date her gaze fell on a man who seemed familiar never realizing he was the very same nerd who had helped her through school. What will happen when they remember each other.

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A Royal Flush:
Power Struggle, spanking, bondage, dirty talking, non sexual slavery, sexual slavery, collar.

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Opening Scene

Sitting in the back of casino is a private game where the stakes are much higher. It is here the story begins with an underage girl pretending to be all grown up. Her name Suzy , lean and blond she is well developed and that is what got her there in the first place that and she was an excellent liar. The character she played tonight was Erica, a young woman who was 23 and just married, her husband off taking care of business in town. The story goes that she had snatched up his Atm and that she sucked at poker but she was so cute how could anyone not allow her to place but not just into the casino but to the very back, to a private room that didn't play with chips but cash, she didn't have any on her but the black ATM in her hand was enough for them to accept, she was with a wealthy husband after all.

However the trust was different, Suzy was only 19 and she was quite good at poker, flap jack, texas holdem or kind of card game you laid out in front of her. She had weaseled her way into the back room, went on with her blond act giggling and laughing at anything the older men who circled the table had to say. She barely even glanced at the cards in her hand that was because she knew if she stared too long she might smirk at the hand with her grasp. A straight flush with her grasp, it was unlikely she was lose. The cards were laid out as she showed her hand with a curious look on her face, "This is good right, all the numbers line up," she cheered as the other groaned and nodded their head accepting the fact they had lost to a blond but there was one man who didn't seem upset but rather smug.

She turned her gaze to him, a confused look crossing her soft face as he smirked at her lower his hand an exposing it. A royal flush grinned back mocking her, she had lost, no how had she lost. Her face paled, her heart caught in her throat and she forgot to breath for a moment before shoving the mask back into place and smiling. "Does that mean I lost? Oh My? I guess its time to pay up, direct me to the local ATM or do you accept checks," she laughed out beginning to rise, ready to run. The man looked even more amused as he stood up and informed her to wait a moment he would escort her, panic began to settle in, it was time to pay up and she had no way to and even worse, unknown to her, he knew this as well.

Plot:

A young woman lives beyond her means, hoping casino to casino what else is Vegas for but there is some one who is on to her, who had been watching her work her magic for a few weeks and knows she is lying. He is the reason she got into the private room, her had been prepared to set her up so that she would be in his debt now lets see how he decides to take it

Realistic Continued...

Keeping it Business Professional
Blackmail, teasing, power struggle, dominate male, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, master/slave, affection, biting, older partner

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Opening Scene:

The alarm needed to be shut off, like an angry animal it roared it the background. It was too far beyond her reach to be offensive an so tried a defensive maneuvered, tugging a pillow over her Auburn head of hair. The young woman did not want to get out of bed, she had drank a little too much and though she couldn't quite recall the fine details of her night she knew there was a rather handsome man that had sent her home frustrated or was it the other way around. It was too early to consider such things, she needed to focus on battling the screeching thing.

It would take another ten minutes for her to crawl out from den beneath the blankets. Her hand landed flat against the alarm as she at last shut it off. Reassuring and kind music floated through the air filling her comfortable one bedroom apartment.

The nude woman headed straight for the bathroom, the sound of water mingled with the music. The blond now pausing to peer at the mirror before her, her nose wrinkled at her reflection. For some reason she couldn't get the man off her mind, did she have the face that said it was okay to laugh at her.

Perky but soft lips pouted at her reflection, she tore her green gaze away and stepped into the welcoming shower. The shower would quick but what came after was not. She would spend half an hour doing her hair, another ten minutes to do her makeup. However none of it was over done,  but perfect to last little detail. There were no eyelash out of her place and her lipstick was complementary not popping. Her thick hair to be dried straightened before being tugged up in a tight bun on top of her head.

She glanced more at her reflection at the nice black pencil skirt and white collar shirt she wore. It complimented her curvy figure, she was blessed with nice assets. She grabbed on her jacket and hurried to catch a taxi to work.

She arrived at work with time to grab a coffee, she blew on it as she stepped into the elevator. At last she reached her floor, the top floor and the office of the C.E.O of the small company.

Once more her mind was drifting to the man, she still wished she had fucked him.

Vivian stepped out of the elevator and into the office, she lowered the cup from her lips an settled it on her desk before going straight to the doors that lead into her bosses office. She tapped her knuckles across the door waiting for permission to entrance or silence.

If she was told she could step in she would with the full intent of introducing herself to her new employer. However the last thing she expected to see was the man from the night before dressed nicely and in her boss's seat.

"Hi there, I'm Vivian your secretary," she said sweetly. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck' her mind thought fiercely as she pressed a smile to her lips. She couldn't skip a beat, 'it was just a drunken night, I looked pretty slutty maybe he won't recognize you, you had him call you V.' Her mind was rushing as she stepped further in. "I wanted to get a chance to say hi and see what I can do for you," she declared.

Plot:

Vivian is a secretary for the head of a small company that has just been bought out. After a night of celebrating and drinking too much instead of going home with her potential boss she tells him off and arrives the next day to realize this horrifying fact. Her solution is to pretend it never happen but he can't forget the girl that got away who is now working for him. He tries to get her to slip up on her act and give away the fact she did the remember the night. What will his solution be?

[curzon]

Fantasy;

Fiction, Nekos, Vampires, Werewolves, Magic, the works


Places You Do Not BelongHumanxSupernatural

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Opening

Man kind has always been driven by thier curiosity. It drives them to peer into the darkness too long, to creep to close to danger, to seek things that should well be left alone. Curiosity lead to here being here, in a forest she didn't belong in, following a path she shouldn't off seen. She crept down is slowly, the ground was moist, the branches low but she did not slow as she move onward driven by some unseen force.

She was quiet though, as if aware that she did not belong here, as if she could feel the eyes peering back at her in the shadows. She came upon a place that did not belong to her. A forgotten a shrine, an old home it was hard to tell past the cobwebs and dust. She should of turned back by that was their ever driving need to know more. She would soon find out what was better left unknown as she crept up the steps. Curios beyond curious she pushed the door open only to be startled to find the inside was so much different from the outside and even stranger she had walked in a man who seemed quite startled be her arrival. They both peered at each bewildered for a moment trying to understand this strange new sight.

Plot:

Very open to many different things. I figure this can go a lot of ways, main idea is a human girl has made her way into an enchanted forest of sorts and came upon some ones home which, to the outside world, seemed like nothing more than ruins.

Bored kings and unruly pets
Master/pet, Collar/leash, Non-sexual servitude, Pleasure control/denial, Biting, Teasing, Training, Verbal Abuse,
Force, Spanking

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Opener:

Today was the day, the day she earned her place in the organization, the day she made her mark. It was suppose to be easy, simple meet the contact in the early morning. Change into the servant uniform, infiltrate the castle, so far it was going smoothly. She was to use a room that was going to be empty to be cleaned that day only a floor bellow the king suite. All was going to plan, she had just set the curtains on fire when she turned to see a loyal servant opening the door.

What came next happened quickly, the screaming of a lady in waiting, the metal sound of armor clicking. She had been trapped with in the room and never stood a chance. She went down with a fight though, she even managed to set the room on fire, swung on the men with a chair but in the end they had swords, and she had nothing.

For now there was only silence as the young woman sat caged with in her cell, she had been caught with in the walls of the eternal king's court and this time there was no escape. A long sigh fell from her lips as she leaned her body back against the cold stone wall, what would they do kill her or keep her trapped here to rot either way it seemed her life had come to an end. The thought brought a frown to her face, her life had ended yet they lived on her little fire hadn't gotten far it was meant to spread and burn the place down but this had not been the case. She shifted her body curling one leg under its light frame, she awaited sentencing, awaited the kings arrival perhaps she could spit upon him before she died. This made her smile as she peeled open her bright blue eyes to peer at the dull gray ceiling.

She'd take death over rotting here, she was an animal that did not like to be caged for it made her nervous, made her skin crawl and all she wanted to do was get up and slam her body into the metal bars in hope they would fall away and she could escape but there was no escape. How long had she been siting here, feeling impatient she rose up moving to those very same bars she wanted to throw herself against, she had heard footsteps. It wasn't the same sound of the guard who made rounds, there was more this time and she knew that he had arrived. 

The girl smiled, at last the verdict would come and she would make sure the death fell upon her, the young woman seemed to fear nothing in this world and that was what had gotten her here in the first place. First came the guards and then taking his sweet time arrived the Lord, the king, the ruler of the lands.  She leaned against the bars to smile at the man, "Took you long enough, am I not worth your time my good lord " the words slid from her mouth full of sarcasm and spirit. "I was actually hoping you may of died while I was sitting down here," her body snapped back as a guard hit the bars with a metal baton and she shared the same dirty look she had been giving the lord to him. "What you can't even let your Lord defend himself is he that week," she added. As long as these doors where shut they could not shut her up and once they where open she would go down biting and growling like the animal she was.

A scoff fell from her lips as she looked the man up and down with a sharp gaze as if to say she didn't even take him as a threat.


Plot:

In a kingdom lives an immortal king who has found himself growing bored with his everyday life. He had decided he wishes to find himself a pet to entertain himself with. He has tried, but each one always too flimsy, they break to easy when he plays with them too roughly he is seeking something more and it just his luck when a stray seems to find its way into his kingdom.

A young half-breed wolf, with strong lycan blood running through her veins and soft curves to her body. She can't fully control his transformation when her anger gets the best of her. She is part of a rebel organization set to dethrone the never dying king. Her task was to start a fire in the castle, she managed to get in for she appears human when calm but the attack didn't go as a plan as she was caught and sent to dungeon. Her fiery attitude enough for the warden to invite his king down to see his new prisoner and it there where her anger overcomes her as she sees the king and it then that her heritage becomes apparent.

**New and Craving**


Angels Save Me; Vampire X Human
Verbal Abuse, Pleasure Control, Spanking, Bondage, Collar and Leash, Master/Pet, Orgasm Control, Spanking, Dirty Talking, Biting, Bloodplay, Licking, Uppity Female, Slapping, Force. Corruption, Drugs, Alcohol

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Opener:

I feel so tired...

She could no longer recall the chill of the water surrounding her thin nude frame, her body was numb. Darkness was filling in the corner of her visions as she fell further away from sun. The shadows reached for her body like living hands, grasping her skin and tugging her further down. She breathed the water as if it was the air. She could see her cross floating above her, the sun a halo around the frowning Jesus. She was going down and not up.

Will they miss me... I... can they save me... angels

The sun was disappearing as was any sense of hope as she could no longer see her beloved cross and she felt abandoned, empty. She couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, there was sun to light the way back. She was dying, giving in. The shadows opened their mouths to swallow her body whole when there loud splash-

The woman awoke suddenly, hand on her throat her bright green eyes wide enough to see everything around her but her mind was still caught up in the moment. She was gasping choking on water but there was no water and her lungs were filled with air but there was still darkness all around her but she was no longer in water yet she still felt cold but even more that she felt strangely thirsty as if her body still craved the water she had been drowning upon only moment before.

No, her mind snapped, you're not wet, was it a dream... It had felt so real. Her hand began to slide away from the neck it had clenched onto so hard, fingertips searching for the silver that should be around her neck only to find the space empty. A chill crossed her spin began to realize she was in a bed and could not recall if it was her own or not. She began to reach around her hands sliding along silk till she found the edge of the mattress.

Her hands stumbled across a wood night stand where she found a lamp. Even now she couldn't seem to remember if this was her bedroom, the light was clicked on and she appeared about a bedroom. She felt herself become confused, she found her frame dressed in black, a lacy nightgown that followed the curves of her body as if they had been painted there.

Carefully the woman rose from the bed finding her legs to be weak as she fell to her knees with a light gasp. there was a solid thunk as they hit the carpet covered wood. She winched at the pain and began to pick herself up when there was a noise outside the door. She turned her blond head in time to see the door open up. A frame of a man she did not know stood there with a smirk upon his lips, "Good Morning Eli."

"Who's Eli," she found her snapping back, "I'm..." a blank look crossed her face as her mouth open searching for her own name but she could not recall it. "I- Who, are you?" An almost startled look crossed his face before his smirk returned, deeper, darker as if he new best secret ever.

Plot:

This will be a vampire roleplay and it can go two ways. Either A. He freshly changed her or B. He's planning to. Either way they still have to end up with point C.

Point C; A long time ago the vampire went to attack a young woman when she was heading home. She was a blond who wore a cross that was much like the one that 'Eli' has. He did not end up attacking her, rather he followed her home and became obsessed with her. She was sweet and innocent, pure as they came and he wanted to tear her wings off and teach her how to sin. He took his time, made her fall in love and he himself found that he had grown fond of her so instead he asked her to marry him and she had said yes, he had planned to change her but a week before the wedding she ran off. The vampire would find the woman some years later and he would kill her and her husband.

One day while he was on the prowl he saw a woman who looked just like Eli dressed in virgin white standing on the side of the bridge but something is off. Her eyes are glazed over and like a puppet she begins to undress, layer by layer till she is down to the cross. It was then the vampire stopped to stare. The woman turned and smiled at him as if she could see him before jumping. He saves her filled with an urge to corrupt her like he should of done so many years ago.

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[curzon]

New fantasy plot craving

[ravi95]

I'm interested in the idea 'To train a pet'

[curzon]

I like that your interested but I would also like to make sure you read my No list, if you did you'd know what to do.