(Boy it's been awhile. 5+ years? Well, I've got some new ideas and I don't want to take no guff from you, Mr. Red Warning Box
, so I'm going to post here with a slew of new ideas and there's nothing you can do to stop me!)
stilettos echoed on the marble floor as she made her way down the empty corridors of the US Capitol. During the daytime this place would be swamped by tourists, eager to fawn over the artifacts of America's grand democracy, but it was nearing midnight, and the only people still around were cleaners and a few bored-looking policemen.
When she heard back in the Spring that she'd been accepted into the Congressional Interns Program Olivia could scarcely believe her luck. Her two years at college had been stressful, to say the least. Between her studies, part-time job and student loans Olivia barely had time to sleep, let alone cut loose like so many of her peers. It saddened her, truth be told, to spend Friday night after Friday night in the library while her friends got to revel in the glamorous debauchery of college parties. But while a summer spent in D.C. wasn't going to involve much partying, it at least made Olivia feel as if she was on the right path.
Granted, when she heard just who she'd be working for Olivia's was a bit taken aback; Jack Stewart. Two-term young representative from Georgia and the Great Young Hope for conservatives everywhere. It seemed like every other week he was on Fox with his gleaming smile, talking about the importance of border security or reducing welfare. His beautiful blonde wife Cindy and kids only added to his appeal. There were whispers that he was already in line for several coveted committee chairmanships and a Senate run was likely in his future. After that? The sky was the limit.
None of that really appealed to Olivia. As a girl from a poor Latina family she wasn't exactly a fan of Stewart's brand of conservatism. However, she also recognized that the opportunity was too good to pass up, and she should just grit her teeth and get on with it. Plus she couldn't deny it, there was something about Stewart that made him so...easy to listen to.
As Olivia neared Stewart's office she checked herself out in the mirror, flushing a bit in embarrassment. For some reason she had allowed a fellow intern, Kristy, to take her shopping over the weekend for work clothes, and her previously conservative attire now offered much more. Her pencil skirt came down to mid-thigh and did an excellent job of showing off her round Latina rump
. Likewise her white blouse, even buttoned up, gave an ample view of her impressive chest.
Reaching the outside of Stewart's office Olivia took a deep breath and double-checked that she had all the documents. She looked up and down the empty corridor before knocking on the heavy wooden door.
Basically looking for a clash of worlds and also bit of a corruption play. Namely taking a young, enterprising, intelligent young woman and making her a Congressional plaything. Of course, it needn't be pure submission, maybe Olivia fights back some how. So a powerplay role would certainly work, or even one where Olivia wraps Jack around her
Mind Control Misfire
I can't believe I was doing this. Wait, no, it made perfect sense that I was doing this. I'd always tried to pretend that I was the smartest person in the room. Smarter, funnier, more clever than my peers. And while I was certainly above average intelligence, I didn't have much else going for me. Oh sure, I read more, and that's how I'd found that dingy little shop on 8th Street. That didn't make me any more attractive to the seemingly inexhaustible supply of gorgeous classmates I had. Or any less able to endure my sister's constant mockery and teasing.
But my insatiable desire to read had shown me that poorly put together website. I'd have dismissed it as a credit card trap if it had had anywhere to purchase online. However, the more I read, the more intrigued I became. And so, with trepidation, I'd unloaded my bank account (at a gas station ATM away from my high school, lest I have to explain to Mom what I was doing) and went to the shop, clutching the few hundred dollars I'd earned through tutoring and outright writing papers for classmates. Inescapably, the pornos lied and simply educating a hot classmate didn't make them want to fuck you. Go figure.
An hour later, out I went, clutching a purple vial, an image of a two serpents twisting around a woman who appeared quite... transported. Staring at the cork stopper on, I wondered how much grape juice I'd just bought.
That old hag -- seriously, why did all old, creepy shops have to be run by equally creepy looking old women -- had explained the process for him. How many drops, what the effects would be and a money-back guarantee. "If you can find time to collect," she'd wheezed and then cackled at my stupefied look. If it wasn't that money-back guarantee, I wouldn't have paid that exorbitant price. But here I was, contemplating how I'd actually use it. Though several choices were a possibility, I knew exactly what one I wanted.
Smirking, I entered the house and went straight for the stockpile of energy drinks in the refrigerator. One, two, three, four and five drops sealed the deal. Huh, and still plenty left over. Now to just wait for the target.
With this one, I'm wanting to do a mind control play but with a twist! Our intrepid hero wants the tainted energy drink to be consumed by X but, given the plans of mice and men, Y ends up drinking it. I'd originally conceived this as our hero offering the drink to one of his gorgeous classmates, begrudgingly at his house for a tutoring session but his (older/younger) sister ends up drinking it. But now I'm more thinking along the lines of it was meant for his sister and his mother ends up drinking it. And we can certainly modify this so that if you're adverse to family/incest plays, it can avoid that. The key element is that the person who ends up affected (and what those effects are we can discuss, though I'd envisioned it as the drinker suddenly becoming irresistibly attracted to the potion holder) is NOT the original target which puts my character in a bind.
Punishment for Cheating
After 27 long years, you and I? We were nearing the finish line. We were almost empty-nesters and my income meant early-retirement was on the horizon. Married young, and had a slew of kids. Never that son I wanted to show how to play football, how to grill a steak just right and get to mow our immaculate suburban lawn on hot summer days. Of course, that didn't dim my pride and joy in our four girls. The youngest was just about to wrap up her senior year of high school. The oldest had managed to find an excellent job out of law school at 26 and only a few hours away! The twins? Well, they were raising hell at the massive state college a couple hours away in the opposite direction from our eldest. Everything was going perfect. Or so it seemed.
I'm a loyal man. Always have been, since the day you and I got hitched just before I shipped out for basic training. And you were loyal as well, even through three tours of service. But now? Now I was getting up in years. And with my power as a well-respected partner in the city's largest law firm, temptation was everywhere. And it only took once.
It started small, a ribald joke here, a lingering smile at a word of praise, a button popped 'accidentally.' And then it progressed. A few touches here, a longer hug than was professional there. And... I didn't tell you about it. I told you everything
. And into that gap made by my deception by omission, the temptation grew. One night I outright lied to you, a first, and said I was staying late to work. Ever my devoted wife, you came to bring me dinner. A full sirloin steak and baked potato. Arriving at the office you catch me redhanded nailing that slut on the conference room table.
Under your cold, unyielding gaze, she'd retreated and I stopped the encounter. Next to your harsh beauty, she was just a girl. I spend the night on the couch in my office. A courier brings over a gym bag with clothes and toiletries the next day but no message. I can't call you.
After a week like that, the silence pressing in on me, I receive a text. "Home, Friday, 5:30 p.m. on the dot or not at all."
Arriving home, I'm determined to make amends.
Basically here, I'm looking for someone willing to play the woman scorned, bringing her daughters into 'rehabilitating' the man of the house by making see the errors in his ways of seeking sex outside the family. Anyone willing to play the girls as well gets major bonus points. Though the more likely course is that the girls get treated as sort of NPCs, split between our respective posts. There's a potential for some BDSM play here as well, but I'm quite flexible.
Infernal Innocence Incineration, Inc.
This was so fucking stupid, what a waste of money... And that mouse... God, what had I done?! It was just a mouse but still! And all for nothing... The things I'd do to---
It fucking worked! I'd have exclaimed in mingled disbelief and triumph if the weirdly pink and black smoke had not engulfed me, a sputtering cough skewing my features as my hands batted at the smoke as it surrounded me. Warmth slowly started to spread from the crudely drawn pentagram and whatever sense of space I had compressed as I felt something tugging at me, pulling me bodily toward the center of the pentagram. Yea, no, the book -- holy shit the book actually worked -- didn't mention that part as I feebly grasped for my bed post. Papers and books flew from my desk, a poster ripping from the wall as my shout of fear collapsed as more smoke entered my lungs.
But then all at once, it stopped and the click of heels resounded on the wooden floor of my bedroom. The dimly lit bedroom (yep, the whole deal with candles on the pentagram and everything) cleared of the smoke and began to warm up considerably.
As the smoke parted there you stood. Oh God did you ever stand. Not exactly what I was expecting when I'd finally summoned the courage to... summon you from that book I'd picked up from the creepy shop on 9th. No hooves, no horns, tail or wings from what I could see but... Damn... you would do just fine.
"So, uh... hi..." I manage out, my dark blue eyes doing their best to gorge themselves on your figure. I could feel the warmth penetrating my body with each inhale of breath. A sweet, full scent coursing through my nostrils. "So uhm... shit... By the power of the Infernal Depths, I wish to enter a pact with you in this world. Upon completion of this pact, I shall retain all its benefits and you shall return from whence you... you came... with..."
Talking was a bit difficult given that you'd moved closer to me, your every movement a cross between a runway model's graze and the temptation of the basest porn star.
"So you know the rules?" You asks with a small, predatory smirk, and a conflicting feeling of lust and terror surged through me.
"Rules? Wh-what rules?" I ask, running a hand through my untidy black hair, with a glance at the floor before returning to the malevolent beauty before me.
"Well at Infernal Innocence Incineration, Incorporated, there are specific rules about any bargain," you said with a smile and a snap of your fingers leads to a flameburst between us, a black, red-inked quill hovering before an extended roll of parchment which fell to the floor. It had to be 5-point font on it at best. The only letters big enough to read were four, large I's in gold and red, lined in black at the top.
"The book didn't mention any rules for me!" I say confused and a touch afraid. What else didn't I know about this situation? "And wait, Incorporated? That doesn't sound very... ya know, demonic!" I protest. I, of the boy who'd literally bought a mouse and sacrificed it in an effort to get laid, suddenly upset at something not making sense... God that predatory smile would be the end of me.
"Mmmm yes, we've updated with the times," You says with a completely unnecessary flick of a long, long tongue across your lips.
Well... this was much more involved than I'd thought...
I wanted to leave this open-ended as to what the "rules" are because I really do enjoy a collaborative RP. I want to make the rules with you based on your kinks and your desires. The main thing is that corruption has to remain a center piece of this RP.
The basic premise is that your character, the aforementioned succubus as reprised by Charlotte McKinney, need to corrupt some innocence here on earth. Now, is that me? Or is that the females in my life? Or both (because seriously, what boy is not going to be corrupted when he has a gorgeous succubus whispering all manner of temptation in his ear)
What rules should we have? Am I not allowed to touch you at all and you're just here to help me corrupt others? Can I be allowed if I hit a certain depth of corruption?
Perhaps you want me to corrupt a female family member. I resist as any boy should. But ultimately become so corrupt during our swath through cheerleaders, teachers, female cops, whomever that my morality (and innocence) have been... incinerated. (Eh? Eh? I'll be here all week, try the veal!)
That's by no means the only way this can go. A good RP partner can talk about their desires and how to steer a RP. My kinks are flexible and really none of them nonnegotiable to include. My preference is for a partner with the willingness for multiple character play but even that you need not have the burden of fully playing anyone besides the succubus unless you so desire as we can split the... NPCs if you will. But if you're intent on having a 1-on-1, we can certainly work that.
________________________________________EDITOR'S NOTE: Note that if you're interested in some of my way, way older prompts here in this thread, please do message me. My preference is for these prompts in this post but I'm flexible if you really want one of the earlier ones.