Wiggle's Whims

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Please PM me if you're interested. Do not post here or internet goblins will beat you. See my O/Os at the bottom.

Current cravings:

• The Keyholder. Hijinks ensue when a young woman finds the key to a chastity cage. [Status: Open]
• Giant.Stompy.Robots. Adventure and intrigue in the Battletech universe. [Status: TAKEN]
• Trapped in Chastity. A locksmith gets a surprise visit from a desperate young woman. [Status: TAKEN]
• One Man's Trash. The pilot of a tramp freighter acquires a sexy new crew member. [Status: TAKEN]

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Status: Open

I’m looking for a partner to explore a roleplay based off of this image. In case it isn’t clear, ‘Nic’ found the key to her roommate’s chastity belt, which now hangs from her necklace!

I will take the role of the Keyholder. The gender of my partner isn't relevant to me, though I would prefer the character to be male. I’d also prefer to shake things up a bit. The person in chastity isn't a roommate, but Nic's teacher. By chance, he is also her next door neighbor. This gives us more versatility when creating scenes together.

I see this progressing with the Keyholder taking control of your character’s life and having a bit of fun. I don’t see this as a particularly dark roleplay, but I would like to keep it grounded in realism. I expect resistance, even resentment, pushback one way or another, but at the end of the day YC knows why he wore the belt and loves what is happening, even if he isn't always comfortable with it.

Other kinks I will likely include:

• Orgasm Control/Denial
• Pussy, Ass & Foot Worship
• Pegging
• Light Degradation & Humiliation, perhaps progressing to more extreme kinks, if you want
• Prostitution?
• Forced Feminization?
• What interests you?

If this interests you, please PM me. Do not respond here. This RP will take place on E, on the forums. That is non-negotiable. Please be a willing contributor to the story, have a keen eye for grammar, and be respectful of the usual boundaries. If you inquired about this RP previously, feel free to inquire again. Last time I post this, I got crushed by replies. My apologies if I lost track of things.

PM me with a basic pitch. Why was YC wearing a chastity belt in the first place? What is his relationship to ‘Nic’? (Her name will likely change.) What kinks would you like to explore? What kinks are off the table for you? What sort of scenes are you interested in pursing?

I look forward to hearing from you!

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Status: TAKEN

So I picked up this game on Steam a while back and never played it. Then I got sick and was looking something to do. I played it. Loved it. The mix of giant stompy robot action and political intrigue scratched an itch I didn't know I had. I thought, 'wouldn't it be cool to have a Battletech-based RP?

If you think so too, let's talk.

Before I get ahead of myself, let me tell you what I don't want. I don't want anime-style mechas. I don't want to get buried under a tone of arcane rules. I want to stomp around in giant robots and blow shit up. When I'm not blowing shit up, I want to want to dive into the mercenary intrigue explicit in the setting. Maybe she starts off as the commander of some ragtag bunch, maybe she works her way up. Maybe you have a main that you write, or maybe you stick to the GM role. Maybe we include some rough and tumble romance. I'm open.

Whatever the case, if you are a fan of Battletech, PM me. Let's knock ideas around and see what falls out.

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Status: TAKEN

Not much to say on this one, I’m looking for a short roleplay based off of the pic. It could potentially develop into something more, if the story takes us there. I will play the role of the young woman, you the locksmith. This RP will take place on the forums, with kinks fitting the theme of the pic.

Imagine that you’re an older guy, maybe not as old as the locksmith, but old enough to know that you will never have another opportunity like this. How do you take advantage of the situation (without being a total dick)? PM me your thoughts.

The only thing I’d change is the chastity belt itself. I’d go with something like this, where you have a stainless steel ‘belt’ that fits above the hips and contracts, making it impossible to wriggle out of. The belt would be fitted with dildos, one for each opening, that she also cannot remove until the belt is off. The keys would be sturdier, placed in a way that she can break them open or cut them off without injuring herself. Going to the locksmith was an act of desperation for her.

I look forward to hearing from you!

~wiggles

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…is another man’s treasure.

Status: TAKEN

He knew what he had, even if the proprietor of this dingy little chopshop didn’t. Sure, she wasn’t much to look at from the outside. Some sort of proprietary alloy composite, synthetic bone and muscle. Ghoulish at best. But he knew better. She was a bot. More specifically, an Imitative Human Android Unit. A companion synthetic. Commonly referred to as a sexbot.

As a collection of parts, she was nothing. But her cerebral cortex was intact–the AI the Company spent months growing in one of their labs–was intact. She was in there, somewhere, in some sort of safe mode, waiting for someone to wake her.

She’d need a sleeving tank, for sure. With a properly outfitted tank, he could make her look like anything he wanted. He could design her appearance down to the cellular level, if he chose. Literally from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head.

She was in a sorry shape, that was for sure. Whatever went wrong, however she ended up in pieces in the back of a chopshop, went wrong in the worst way possible. These things weren’t cheap, and they weren’t easy to repair. But that was okay. He had the know-how. He could piece her back together. And once he was done, he could coax her AI out of whatever recess it had crawled into.



A little more in Imitative Human Androids (aka, sexbots)

All Imitative Human Androids, called ‘bots’, are implanted with an Inhibitor Chip which limits their free will. Bots must obey the commands of their Primary Users, or anyone designated by them. With the exception of security and combat bots, and then only under the direction of their Primary Users, bots are incapable of harming humans.

A modern sexbot can emulate human emotion to a compelling degree. She can carry on a conversation, tell jokes, express disappointment and sadness, and pursue her own goals–within certain limitations. She can feel pleasure and pain. She will giggle when she is tickled. She will cry and beg for mercy when she is hurt. She learns and adapts. There are some who would argue that AI are sapient and should be recognized as such by society. But the fact remains that this sexbot is in the eyes of the law and society in general a machine, with no more sapience than modern-day smartphones. An appliance, no more, no less.

Further, sexbots are configurable to an extraordinary degree. The color of their skin, eyes, and hair are all configurable. The size and shape of their breasts, ass, and even genitals can be modified by their owners. Deeper still, their owners can configure their sex drives, raising or lowering their resting arousal levels or making various parts of their body more or less sensitive.

One could simply order them to submit to whatever sexual desire one has, and the sexbot would comply. But more advanced users learn to manipulate the controls over their sexbots to make the bots desire them, to make the sexbots need them to satiate their own desires.

As sexbots are at least partially made of flesh and blood, they can experience pain. However, their bodies can be easily repaired, with no permanent damage or scarring. (At least, externally.) As such, the owners of sexbots tend to use them to explore their deepest, most depraved fantasies.

The Story

YC is the captain of a tramp freighter. Like others of his craft, he operates on a razor-thin margin. To pad his ledger, to smooth the dips of his income flow, he has slowly been converting the aft crew cabins of his ship to more luxurious passenger cabins. The renovations have taken months to complete, and he didn’t start with a sexbot in mind. But, having found her, the fit is too perfect to pass up. Not only is it lonely between the stars for himself, but he can turn a tidy profit renting out his pleasure synthetic to rich bluebloods and others traveling from the core worlds to the outer rim.

What does he do when his sexbot turns out to be more human than he anticipated?

This story is will be written here on the Elliquiy forums. Writers of any gender designation are welcome to apply. Please be willing to write from multiple gender perspectives. Kinks are open for negotiation. If interested,  please PM me. Please do not post here. I look forward to hearing from you!

Inspirational images: (some images NSFW)

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Added a new story: Another Man's Trash.
Updated availability.

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Monthly bump. Tentatively looking for a partner for 'Keyholder'.