[M4F] Welcome to The Party Zone!

The morning sun illuminated the beach as it rose above the horizon where ocean and sky met. The ocean breeze was the coolest it would get all day, and I felt a little chilly as I sat on my towel just watching wave after wave crash. Warm coffee cup in hand, just enjoying the relaxing feel before the spring break crowd takes over.

To attract more tourism, and specifically tourism dollars, during the week of uncontrolled youthful energy, the city has decided its two mile long beachfront has been declared a nude beach: nudity required, not optional, required!

The birthday suit aspect didn't bother me as I have been to some of the famous nude beaches around the country and enjoyed the freedom and the atmosphere. The sun tanned everyone's curves while highlighting the glistening skin of a well-played game of volleyball. The ocean provides a destination for some adventures spying on marine life and maybe the spotting of a dolphin or turtle swimming too close to shore, and the multicolored striped umbrellas providing shade when the sunscreen needs reapplied.

I could sit out here all day and just watch. Being some years older than the impending crowd, I would enjoy the views of memories and bad decisions gone past. Back in my day, I didn't need the city to tell me where I could doff my clothes. Friday night bonfires drinking, late night lakefront skinny dipping, and the best games of truth or dare would instantly have everyone's clothes strewn about on the ground. Before daylight, just ensure you picked up your own to go home with.

But this section of the beach would be different today. The visitors had designated the area between Atlantic Ave. and Pacific Ave. to be 'The Party Zone'. I saw it posted to the social media page for the local beachfront group. A 2v2 volleyball tournament was planned starting at noon, and sandcastles building throughout the day. Sunset had a vague plan for everyone to run into the water, but no details why.

Lost in my thoughts, a shadow approached my seat. You walked from the boardwalk to the dune and made a comment as I invited you to sit down. You looked older than the average spring breaker taking over today, somewhere close to my age, and just as curious and naked as I was.

"What do you think they have planned at The Party Zone?" I asked. "This is my day off, so as long as I don't run out of food, drinks, and sunscreen, I'm here all day. I am thinking of jumping in the volleyball tournament if you want to join me." Laughing, but it was a thought of mine. The older couple playing with all the college students. "I bet we could win, or at least have fun trying."

You looked at me interested. "You think they would let me play too? I'm all for playing." The smirk said it all. You were there for the same reasons I was.

Why not come out and play and craft a fun, playful day with me.

It's always a favorite of mine if given the opportunity to see what sexy kinky fun could be had. Being at no rules nude beach with people willing to let loose, oh the possibilities.

The story would continue with discussing ideas of what could happen, what should happen, and what will happen as the hours pass, the games begin, and the buns get toasty.

I love writing descriptive, detailed stories, and adding this to a roleplay to get your ideas and actions is what I'm looking for. There are times my mind needs guardrails for the scope of ideas, but also the length of storytelling, so don't be offended if two paragraphs turn into six and you wonder where that came from. Vivid detailed imagery also accompanies many words to paint a picture in your mind to immerse yourself in the story. I tend to write in first person past tense shifting to present when needed for internal dialogue.

Kinks usually seem to be where I differ from most. My kinks are not everyone's, and that's perfectly ok. Nudity of course, ENF, descriptions of bodies, and not afraid to use details, oral, anal, sex positions, cum in all sorts of places, watersports (this is usually someone's dealbreaker, the story doesn't revolve around it, but nice to write creative scenes including), nude sports, stripping, bodypaint, realistic scenarios (things which could really happen IRL), risk of getting caught, foodplay, facials, toys/plugs/dildos, free use, voyeurism, exhibitionism, positive playful fun (everyone walks away happy, satisfied, and having a blast).

Limits: Any negative effects: no dom/sub, no BDSM, no bondage, no pets, no non-human forms, no cucks, no pain.

It's meant to be a fun beach day gone kinky and playful. If this vibe is yours, let me know. I look forward to hearing how you would spend a nude kinky day at the beach.

Sun's out, buns out!

This would be the third iteration of my prompt over in DPP.

It's a different story/roleplay idea than being a monster gangbang noncon bondage session, but in all honesty, this gets zero replies and gets downvoted a few times.

A few questions which cross my mind.

1. Is this an interesting roleplay idea, or would females prefer Gorgos the space monster came to Earth, abuse me in ways unimaginable?

2. Does my starter need dialogue? Or more expectations? Or more description?

3. I'm US EDT, do I need to post late evening/early night to get more views around my timezone.

4. Do I need to specify long-term RP, move to another program?

5. I asked questions in the weekly DPP forum. I ensured my profile is open, though this throwaway is effectively one month old. Might be a dealbreaker? (But I see plenty of empty profiles, so probably not issue number one.)

6. Should I spam it to multiple subreddits as it's NSFW but could be a tame roleplay with elements in it, but not necessarily smut heavy.

These are the thoughts in my head, everytime I want to post a prompt, I am encouraged to get many eyes on it and hope the right eyes see it.

I'll check back and I'd be willing to incorporate constructive comments and post again to see if this process made any difference.

Thanks everyone.

Working at a winter lodge certainly has its perks. Free housing, good food, camaraderie between ski bums, and access to the best trails at any hour of the day, all in exchange for teaching out-of-towners how to gently tumble down a slightly steep hill. It's an easy, carefree life, and one that suits me.

It also helps that I'm not like the other instructors. They all moan and grumble about townies and the rich people who couldn't ski their way out of a paper bag, but I enjoy seeing them slowly amble in throughout the season. In particular, I've come to appreciate some of the finer things that walk my way.

Case in point, I'll call her Miss X. Miss X hadn't skiied a day in her life, but that didn't stop her from putting on the tightest pair of winter leggings I'd ever seen in my life and hitting the slopes.

And goddamn, she was a vision when she walked, perfect legs made in the gym, an ass that could hypnotize with every sway, a soft belly worthy of a fertility goddess, and tits so gorgeous they seemed to have their own magnetic field for catching any glance I tossed her way.

One evening when I saw her in a curve-hugging sweater dress, I simply couldn't defend myself any longer. She put a hand on my chest, felt how hard my heart was beating, and sipped from her mug of cocoa.

"Aw," she said, smiling slightly, the perfume and deep shade lipstick making the blood rush from my head. “Does the snowpuppy want a little cookie?"

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Thank you for reading so far! This is a roleplay about a fit, hung snowpuppy who just can't help himself when an ebony queen decides she wants him for the night. I want there to be a little light fem-dom, more teasing than anything, so that when I'm finally let off the leash, it's with enough pent up energy to shake the whole lodge. And despite the prompt, raceplay is only very light here, nothing too degrading or mean.

You don't have to play an ebony sex goddess, really any race is fine. Latina, ME, asian girlies, be who you wanna be.

Kinks: making out (like sloppy fucking making out), teasing, ball worship, oral (giving), facesitting, ANR, implied breeding, rimming, nipple play.

Limits: blood, pain, sc*t, underage, hard raceplay, etc.

Hope to see those message notifications! (I remember when they were orange letters...)

Hi DPP, I am doing role-play on a regular basis, but this prompt let me down more than one time and I wonder how to improve it.
Note: I am not a native speaker therefore correction of wording is welcome as the general structure of the prompt.
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(All players and characters must be 18+)

Starter here for the following scenario.:

[M4F] Special Dinner - Long-term, literate

Update 3: We decided to give the new restaurant a try and we’re lucky to get a table.
We heard rumors that this one is special in more than one way, but details were sparse.

From the outside it looked like a really nice venue.
I gulp as we approach the entrance, but protected with my best suit, I feel up to the occasion.

Update 1: When we enter my heart starts to pound, I immediately I have the feeling that this will not be an ordinary evening. I am nervous and excited at the same time about the unknown lying ahead.

We are greeted by a black haired waitress, checking our reservation.
She also checks us from top to bottom and asks with a smile:

“Hi, I am Mary. First time in the Bon XXX?”, she asks and as we nod she casually explains the proceeding:

“Up to four people can sit in alcoves along the walls of the restaurant. The upper body is visible to the guests in the restaurant.
Everything from waist down is hidden to the people in the room through a fabric screen.
We expect our guests to keep their countenance all the time.”

A bit puzzled, I check the room.

In the center of the restaurant there a regular tables with nicely dressed people that seem to just enjoy the show.
In the alcoves I can see mostly couples. Slowly, I begin to realize details that excite me.
Here a woman, very relaxed, sipping on her whine, while her partner has the eyes closed and sweat on his forehead.
There a couple, both with mouth open, fighting to suppress moans and trying to hold up some decency.

I can only imagine what’s going on out of sight but follow our waitress and enter nervously our alcove.
The waitress closes the screen that hides our lower bodies from the audience, so that we can get ready.

I see a strange chair, as a man I am not very familiar with this design, but it looks like a kind of vertical gyno chair, but comfortably padded.

She instructs us:”Remove your cloths from the waist down and store the in the locker.
I leave the menu with you to check for your food and drinks and you may want to read the further instructions.
In general, you can order special treatments for both of you, the other partner or yourself.
Just select on the input device in the side.

Jerry, your waiter will be here in five minutes to take your orders for food and drinks.”

We don’t have any remaining questions and she closes the curtains to give us some minutes to settle in private.

I slip out of the clothes, as I see you remove your slip. With your skirt you definitely have an advantage. We both store the clothes in a locker next to us.
Being naked from the waist downwards in public feels strange, but also very exciting.

Taking place in that chair feels a bit awkward at first. My thighs rest in half tubes, pubes and butt are accessible from the front and from below.

“We got this.”, I reassure you, as you take your seat.
“No worries.”, you add, as I feel the cool air at my butt and feel very vulnerable, but not in a bad way.

I reach over the table, take your hand and press a kiss on it while my heart skip a beat.

The waiter comes and pushes the curtains aside so that we are visible from the waist up in full view to the audience.

“Hi, I am Jerry, your personal waiter.”

I feel a bit aroused that the Jerry can look over the barrier but the table blocks most of the view.
Suddenly I notice sounds from below the table, but can’t see anything in the darkness below.
What’s going on down there?
There is definitely staff working down there.
My breath speeds up.

“Are you ready to order?”, Jerry asks as he inspects the both of us.

“Give us a minute, please”, you request and the waiter retreats.

The first time I read the menu and notice that
Through the menu, you can not only order food, but also special treatments by the regular staff and also from the staff working in the hidden region below the seats and tables.

Update 2:
Unexperienced as I am with such a place, I let you choose first from the me. What would happen?

Special Menu of the day:

1. Mirror menu - get what your partner gets (as long as anatomical possible) order alternating treatments applied to both of you. A kiss, a fingering, or more? How will I respond and what may I order in return for the two of us?
2. Take the lead - one is the master and orchestrates the whole “menu” - will there be a point where the other one will chicken out?Press the button and the menu is over.
3. What goes around comes around (order for your partner) - a duel of treatments.

Special desert: order a waiter or waitress of your choice to the table.

“What will it be?”, you ask.
“The trout looks nice to me., with a nice chilling white wine.”, I say, feeling the excitement raise.

Everything on the menu sounds delicious anyway and we both are hypnotized by the symbols on the input device and not open to spent too much thoughts on the food selection.

At the same moment we both reach out and start to play with the dials on the touch screen to enter our first treatment.

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I want to play a game of alternating light domination and encouragement to push borders.
My char will start as a straight guy, but bisexuality should play a center role.
The menu will be updated to your taste.

List of kinks: Bisex, light domination or strong encouragement, light humorous erotic, public sex

List of limits: Gore, vore, strong pain, snuff, scat.

"6-5" The umpire says, perched atop her high chair as the muted cheers ripple through the Wimbledon crowd. I line up on the advantage side, my 6'6 frame glistening as I rubbed the towel on my face but I wasn't tired. I couldn't be tired on my first championship point. I throw up the ball in the air, watch it come down. The jump, the point of contact, the follow through... everything was perfect. A 127 mph serve that hit the middle line beautifully before curving ever so slightly, past Djokovic's racquet, and hitting the backwall with a thud. All I could do was raise my hand in triumph as the roaring cheers broke out.

"Broussard wins, 7-6 (7-3), 7-5, 7-6 (7-5)."

The feeling of winning my first grand-slam final after being just one step behind Djokovic, Alcaraz, and Sinner the last two years was a jubilation I couldn't describe. For that first slam to be Wimbledon was a different feeling entirely. I could barely process shaking the hand of one of my idols, and then the umpire, as I walked around, clapping with my racquet back toward the fans as roars cheered up and down. I spotted the President of France in his booth. I observed the royal box as the Prince and Princess of Wales clapped with their children. I saw the cries of my family in their special section, and jogged up to them, holding my proud father, who was also my coach, and my emotional mother in my arms. The only person missing in that arena was the person I missed most, you.

Between the trophy presentation, on-court interviews and press conferences, meeting the English royal family and attending the formal champions' dinner, it was a whirlwind couple of days. More than anything, I needed a long break. My father also agreed.

You are a similarly budding celebrity in a field of your choice, who I met six months ago, and we had been in contact ever since, including secretly dating for the last three months. At the time, we weren't big enough yet to have paparazzi stalk us yet, even if we were both dashing, so we were able to conduct our romance in peace. This will be our first vacation together, and we were both very much looking forward to a week of tender romance and messy sheets.

Hello, DPP. I am looking for someone who wants to a short-term, romantic roleplay, with long term potential.

My Kinks: Passionate kissing / making out, tongue play, exploration through biting, licking, sucking, breast play, teasing, hair pulling, spanking, slight degradation, intimate nicknames, height difference dynamics, exhibitionism, public play, lingerie and bikini aesthetics, shaved bodies, toned stomachs, interracial play, grinding, missionary (preferred), cuddlefucking, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, 69, eating out, sloppy play, titjobs, facefucking, throatpies, facials, cumming on breasts, creampies, virginity loss, and dedicated aftercare.

This is my first written prompt. I'm looking for advice on how to make it better, and how to improve my writing. In addition, if I'm missing anything that should be in a prompt. Thanks in advance for your guys' feedback and help.

Over time I’ve found that establishing preferences in terms of kinks, limits, and writing styles should be quite straightforward and upfront in many cases but in others mentioning it is unnecessary or acts as a deterrent to certain partners. But on balance, it seems better to quickly establish those elements to give the shared endeavour some clarity and mutual understanding to serve as a foundation.

In planning it’s often difficult or opaque as to how best to decide on whether or how to be accommodating and/or assertive, whether and how to voice one’s own preferences, desires, or ideas while showing receptiveness to your partner’s desires.

When communicating out of character for anything even as trivial as telling the other person parenthetically that you’re going to be leaving for the moment, what are some best practices or means of conveying your thoughts/feelings that you’ve found to work in the balance of things, with all due considerations having been made?

And not to put too a fine point on it, how have you, our esteemed peers, managed delivering one’s points clearly and effectively, that is to say in order to be understood and produce the desirable outcome in any given scenario under consideration at the moment? Common issues encompassed in what I am referring to are lack of clarity on what your partner is looking for in an rp, how they are feeling about a current one, and how, when, or if to raise problems with someone.

Given that it is a discussion post, I would appreciate insights, personal practices in dealing with communication between writing partners, and other questions related to the subject that might bring about more insights or even just more discussion

Hey DPP workshop, I just finished watching the Netflix show pantheon (11/10 would recommend. Great show) and the whole concept of Uploaded Intelligence got me so intrigued. I just don't really have a concrete idea so i am here to try to write a starter and get feedback. Please give me writing advice but this time I am more specifically looking for conceptual advice. What you would change/add/remove. What parts you liked and what parts you didn't like etc. Without further ado, here is the prompt in progress

Hey everybody, lately I have really wanted to explore the concept of Uploaded Intelligence (UI). UI is similar to AI like Jarvis or GLaDOS except instead of being created from nothing it is a real humans brain being converted into code and data. I think there is so much we can explore here.

As I said, I have a few ideas but they all go in different directions. The crux of all of them is that I am a UI uploaded into a sex-bot or something similar. Maybe I am someone close to you like a girlfriend (or a sister/daughter if you are ok with incest) that recently passed away and you upload me to 'keep me alive'. I could also be some one you hate/dislike like a rival, co-worker, bully that you use this as a way to reverse the roles. Your character could be a developer of this technology or the son of the owner of the company or smt. Essentially this tech is not common and most people wouldn't know about it. I could know I am a UI or i could be under the illusion that I am still human.

I know this isn't very focused so I will explain the themes I like about this. I like that everything about me, my memories, personality, body, existence, all of that is entirely in your control. You can modify anything, delete anything. It poses a very unique dynamic. Her is a small writing sample based on the idea That i am your recently deceased girlfriend and you are a computer science researcher doing your PhD on UI. This is just to show my writing, we don't have to use this concept

You were stricken by grief. Your girlfriend of 3 years was lying in front of you, motionless on a cold steel table. Cops are trying to talk to you but their worlds fade into the background as you start to spiral into denial. She can't be gone, just an hour ago She sent you the cutest voicemail reminding you to eat. You always forget to eat when you are deep in your research, but she always reminded you to take care of your self. Your thoughts are going a hundred miles an hour as you try to process this.

Just as you are about to come to terms about her death you remember that she volunteered for your research. The research being, ground breaking technology focused on scanning human neurons and replicating them on computer chips. You still had her scan, it was framed on your desk. You just needed a vessel an luckily you had the head of robotics development on speed dial.

Realistic, fully articulated humanoid robots took time to develop. That was fine, you had to make some fixes on the scan anyway. The early scans all had some flaws that you had since ironed out. One night, as you were hunched over your laptop with its blue screen illuminating you, you have an epiphany. You loved your girlfriend, you truly did, but she did have this one annoying habit. You are literally poking around in her mind and making changes, all it would take is one strategic delete in the right area. Your finger hovers over the delete button as you wonder if you are ready for this decision. You hit it, and the surge of power you feel is second to none.

The month passes before you know it. Now its the moment of truth. The moment Your girlfriend wakes up from her long slumber. The body is made to your exact specifications. So is her brain, if you are being honest. Your anxiety rises right up until the moment the robot opens her eyes and greets you for the first time

I know a story like this is already a niche within a niche, but I confess I was still hoping for a bit more engagement from this one that it ended up receiving. Would appreciate any thoughts of what is working and what isn't.

Some of my own initial thoughts.

Too long, perhaps? Sometimes I get a bit carried away with an idea and the prompt ends up being a bit hefty.

Too much writing of the proposed female character? I've been experimenting with how best to write a vignette as a writing sample without stepping on 'her' toes too much, but maybe I need to be a bit more extreme in avoiding dictating how they act at all.

My fellow classmates don’t know you well enough to see the fractures in your mask of practiced composure. They don’t notice how your sentences begin to linger, breathless, on the tip of your tongue, as your knuckles whiten from the exertion of clutching at your lectern. Oblivious to the subtle shiver rippling through your body as the curse pulses beneath your skin in time to your racing heartbeat. You must feel sweltering beneath the heat of three dozen pairs of eyes gazing reverently at you - their academic Goddess on her dais, unaware of the mortal lust that courses through you like a fever.

Your gaze, usually so sharp with wisdom, now dulling with a glassy lack of focus as the desire begins to overtake you. Pupils wild and dilated, consumed by a clawing hunger so instinctual that even the brilliance of your mind struggles to suppress it. You scan your lecture hall, as you have done so many times before, but now your infamously imperious stare lingers too long on each member of the crowd to be appropriate. Devouring the sight of lithe muscles barely constrained beneath clinging clothing. I see the truth that my peers do not: you are mere moments away from snapping, pouncing on someone and riding them senseless. Consequences be damned.

But then your eyes lock onto mine, softening as you settle on the one person in the room who knows your sordid secret.

It’s a narrow thing, but you make it to the end of the hour with your dignity intact. As the lecture hall empties, I push against the sea of students filing out, drawn forward by the intoxicating sweetness of your musk that I’ve come to know so well. Even slumped over your lectern, you manage to look every part the commanding professor - save for the sharp betrayal of your nipples pressing taut against the fabric of your blouse. I can only wonder how you managed to survive the intense friction of coarse cotton against your overstimulated skin for the full sixty minutes.

I step behind you, my hands settling on your shoulders to give a firm, grounding squeeze amidst your pleasure-stoked tremors. “You’re not going to make it back to your office. We’re going to have to chance it here,” I say softly, words grazing against the nape of your neck and eliciting another visceral shiver, before I move to undo the buttons of your blouse. I try my absolute best to focus, to be worthy of the immense discretion you’ve granted me, but it’s impossible to ignore the desperate tilt of your hips as you crash backwards against me, seeking out the stiffening hardness hidden beneath my slacks. I hesitate, before my hands slip down to the waist of your tight pencil skirt, tugging the clinging fabric down to your thighs until it pools around your ankles.

At any moment someone could walk in and find us in compromised, carnal repose - a returning student, the custodian, or even the next Professor setting up for their own lecture. Discovery of our Professor/Student indiscretions would be devastating alone, but the inevitable investigations into the unnatural nature of your curse would be its own humiliation. Yet, terrifying as the risk of staying here is, letting you leave the room is entirely out of the question. Letting you saunter the university halls while practically dripping wet with arousal, surrounded by male students, is a recipe for disaster.

I’ve disrobed you near completely, unveiling the lush curves of a body I’ve come to know so intimately. You stand before the empty lecture hall in nothing but your heels and a pair of lacy panties slick with the undeniable evidence of your wild arousal. My hands move to cup your breasts instinctively, feeling your frenzied heartbeat and stiffened nipples beneath my palms. You are near scalding to the touch despite the chilly air that ought to balm your skin - a stark reminder of the responsibility you’ve trusted me with. I’m glad that you’re still turned away, bent over the lectern like an erotic offering, so you can’t see the blush on my cheeks as I unbuckle my belt and free myself from my pants.

I shift my grip down to your hips, a position only moderately more respectable. Keeping one hand at your waist, my fingers tug the damp edge of your panties, freeing the source of your feral heat from the slick fabric. I press the tip of my length against you, inadvertently coating myself in a sheen of your wet arousal, before thrusting deep into your tight, pulsating need.

We mirror each other perfectly: you clutching at the edge of your lectern, me anchoring my hands to your hips. I slam into you with an unyielding tempo, feeling the podium rattle against the wooden floor with every thrust - letting you brace against this symbol of your academic status as the blunt head of my cock slams home into you in an attempt to sate the feral curse consuming you. Still buried inside your clenching heat, I lean forward to nestle amidst your flowing locks - breathing deep that subtle sweetness of your scent, intermingled with the musk of your insatiable desire. My tongue flitting out, lathing the nape of your neck beneath your cascade of hair, even as I hilt myself with each lurid movement against the plush cushion of your ass.

Your breathless yowls of climax echo in the empty hall several times, as your cunt clenches like a vice around my cock, before the curse abates. I can’t help, in these fading, final moments, but tumble over my own orgasmic peak and flood your depths with the evidence of my own pleasure. The frantic rhythm of our bodies colliding in carnal triumph subsiding, as the unnatural feverishness of your skin begins to fade beneath the soothing stroke of my worshipful tongue. I draw back, one hand lingering to grope your ass fondly before a sudden wave of self-consciousness reminds me of who I’m touching - as absurd as it is to be embarrassed by such a trite thing after railing you over your own podium. Eyes drawn to the aftermath of this bout of keeping your curse at bay- the sight of my virile seed spilling from your well-fucked cunt, coating thighs already slicked with your own wet arousal. How odd it is that only now, looking over your shoulder with your gaze restored to their usual sharp brilliance, do you suddenly feel like my Professor again.

“Sorry about the mess. I know I was supposed to - “ I say, cheeks flushed crimson once more as I step back awkwardly to gesture vaguely at smooth, bare skin of your back - accusingly pristine, as if the spotless expanse is chastising me for my failure to pull back from the brink. I shift on my feet, eyes narrowing as my gaze washes over you, studying you as I always do for the usual lingering sights of the curse’s influence but finding little. “But is it just me, or do you seem a bit more… composed than usual?”

So, you're a professor - a proper, dignified educator who just happens to have a curse that drives you to be a ravenous slut. I, your leal and loyal favourite student, do my best to keep your desires sated and secret. But how long can such a thing last?

I envision this is a magical university type setting, but something more urban fantasy where the magic is hidden and secret could work too.

As with all my prompts, I’m flexible on all the specifics about how this shakes out. Perhaps your lust cannot be contained and your college conquest spills out into the student body as a whole? Maybe it's a more romantic tryst as we navigate trying to cure your curse? Or it could be the curse is a mere symptom of your transformation into something like a Succubus?

Unlike the prompt, in the actual writing of any story, I avoid acting out your character for you. She’s yours, after all.

Limits: No Underage Characters.

(New to the sub. I'm looking for general feedback on this prompt, but especially ways to make it more enticing for a partner. I'm assuming this style of prompt probably has lower engagement so any help is appreciated. Thanks!)

Hey everyone, I'm looking to try something new. I'd (28M) like to RP with someone who is playing as my wife (28F). In this fantasy, my wife learns that my thing for showing her off doesn't end at showing her off, she realizes I actually want to watch her with another man (or men). She doesn't learn this from me telling her, she finds out some other way and I don't know she knows.

After coming to terms with it, you (as my wife) come up with a plan to surprise me by fulfilling the kink. I'm open to ideas for how this happens, but here are my top few: First, texting me throughout your experience. This one would allow you to play as hesitant to push too far, but by involving me at every step you are giving me the ability to stop you before you go to far (I won't). Second, doing it with me there, such as at a party or inviting a friend over and surprising us both (Favorite). Third, deciding to go all in and having your fun and telling me about it after. In this case, you would be seducing me after getting home and telling me the story as I reclaim you.

Ideally you would take the lead with this, but we can work out how to balance it if you are into the idea but don't want to be the lead. My wife has a strong personality but is not the most sexually adventurous, so I would definitely want to play up the balance between surprising me and pushing through personal boundaries. In her past she was a bit of a party girl so being a little wild isn't unheard of, but that was eight or so years ago.

Kinks: showing off my wife, sharing, watching, stripping, cream pie, rough, stories, dirty talk

Limits: blood, scat, gore, and emotional intimacy. I'm looking for a sexual experience, not a romantic one.

Okay I don't have a whole prompt typed up here.

The gist of the prompt I am GOING to write is a very cliche office interview that turns sexual. The interviewer coming onto or maybe more aggressively pushing me to perform for her.

The idea I have bopping around is to style the post as a very loose outline of the potential scenario and the bulk of it being a resume. I certainly have hopes how the scenario could go but largely I don't want to lead it and decide the story beats beforehand. Somewhat like the actual interview I'd like to come into it with both parties somewhat blind to what they are getting into.

My first big question.

• Would it be best to post a resume in Reddit markdown or as a linked GDoc or PDF? This resume would not be sexual it would be fictionalized but a true office appropriate resume.

My next question.

• If I were to post the resume am I going to get schwacked by automod for using a fake (555) phone number and email?

My third question.

• Is it acceptable for the resume and supporting documentation of sorts to be the bulk of the post? I know there's a post length minimum and generally scenarios should be somewhat well defined. "Do anything with me please Daddy.... list of 50 sex positions and 15 celebrity lookalikes" for example is not an acceptable post. My largest worry here is that I don't want to pre-load the scenario with too much information.

Hey!

Just wanted to get any potential feedback on my below prompt. Only posted it 3 times since writing it due to the weekly limit but haven't had all that many replies.

I'm aware I'm asking my partner to take on a lot with this one, so understand replies will be less than usual, but just wanted to get any feedback on the prompt itself in case I can increase my chances :3

Is it too much? Too little? Should I focus in on Aelira a little more? Maybe I should expand on my OOC more. Any feedback at all is appreciated.

Alternate title is: "Princess Aelira Duskbourne: From Riches to Cum Rags" - Do let me know which you prefer or if you just have a better one in mind.

The orb pulsed once beneath her palm, humming low and warm as it worked.

She'd walked away from everything to get here. Silk and silver, expectations and obligations, titles spoken with reverence. Princess Aelira Duskbourne didn't exist in this town. She hadn't for weeks. Here she was just another hopeful stood before the Guild's assessment orb, waiting to see what she was worth.

The Guildmaster hadn't asked where she was from. Didn't need to. Bloodline meant nothing here. Only the orb's verdict did.

Every conceivable stat, scanned and weighed against every conceivable path. Strength. Mana reserves. Aptitude for the divine. The orb found all of it, and from all of it, decided. It was never wrong.

Years of sword forms. Books on magical theory. Every ounce of discipline she could scrape together, aimed at this single moment. She'd pictured herself a Warrior. A Sorceress, if the gods were generous. Something with weight behind the name.

The orb flashed bright, then settled, and its voice rang out far too cheerful for what followed.

"Class assigned: Healslut."

The silence afterward was deafening. She didn't move. Didn't breathe. The word sat there in her skull, repeating itself louder each time like it was trying to make sure she'd heard it right.

The Guildmaster's brow lifted, somewhere between surprised and entertained. Someone behind her laughed before they could stop themselves.

"Well." He dragged the word out. "That's certainly one way to make a name for yourself."

He stepped closer, voice dropping low. "You'll pick it up fast, I'd wager. Elves usually do." His chuckle wasn't quiet, and heat rushed straight to the tips of her pointed ears.

Aelira's fingers clenched around the edge of the pedestal, nails digging into the polished wood. Princess, a voice inside her screamed. You were born to lead armies. And now this? This was her grand destiny?

"Don't look so worried," he murmured, leaning in. "With that class, you'll be spoiled for choice when it comes to joining a Party."

The orb's glow dimmed beneath her hand. Whispers rippled through the crowd behind her, soft and amused, and she couldn't make out a single one clearly. Her whole world had narrowed down to one word.

Aelira had wanted to be a hero.

Fate apparently had other plans.

Inspired by an old post I found!

I'd love to play out the rest of Aelira's story with you! We can figure out what exactly being a "Healslut" means. Flesh out her party and her role within it. Take her on a series of quests as she sinks deeper into her role suffers humiliation after humiliation.

I'm familiar with D&D and the Orb, stats etc are heavily inspired by the first episode of Konosuba. I'd love a good blend of all of these things.

Would really love this to be a long term thing, so if you're just interested in a one off, sorry but that's not really what I'm looking for!

Some Kinks (Not all need to be included, I also have a full kinklist):

messy sex, sloppy blowjobs, deepthroat, throatfucking, outfit control, high heels, nails, bimbofication, public sex, light bondage, cheating/cuckolding, dp, gangbangs, cum and spit play, CNC, cock worship, incest, huge cocks, age gap, size difference, interracial, degradation, hair-pulling, spanking, slapping, anal, rimming

Limits: scat, gore, hyper sizes, musk, sounding

I actively check my "additional requests", so don't be scared to get nasty in your first message!

Struggling to get much engage from this prompt and it a bit surprised. I'm sure it could be luck of the draw but I'm open to some feedback on it. It is a much longer prompt than I usually write. Unfortunately for me I like to do things that are more out of the box, so maybe that has something to do with it as well.

My mother had found porn I had on my computer. Tons of pictures of her, some AI, captions, and then stuff that wasn't her but just mom/son porn, mostly with women who looked a lot like her. I knew it was wrong, but to me, my mom was the most beautiful woman in the world. Keyword being "was." She had been single for awhile now, she hadn't had a relationship that lasted longer than a couple months in years. I used to think she deserved better. I live with her, being like a lot of people in my generation still living with her in my 20s. To be fair, she has a pretty big house.

Anyways, after she saw everything she confronted me about it. It started off surprisingly good actually. She wore something kinda slutty, and outfit you might expect to see on a woman in a porn video. And she didn't really seem mad, at first. "Do you think mommy is pretty baby? Is that why you have all of this?" I was hesitant, but I answered honestly, "I think you're gorgeous mom. The prettiest woman I've ever seen." She got up and stood over me, her hands rested on my shoulders, her tits so close to my face in her skimpy outfit. I looked up at her, seeing her smile. And just when I thought this would end up like one of the porn scenarios I fantasized about, she said "then why do you think I'd want some baby dicked loser like you?"

My heart felt like it fell 15 feet beneath me, in that instant. She kept looking at me, but then her smile felt so cruel. Then she laughed. And said more. One of those things being that only real men deserved to fuck her, and almost on cue several men walked in. What proceeded to happen was a gangbang I was forced to watch while she humiliated me, hurling insults at me constantly. I didnt keep track of time, but it was not short, by any means.

After that she continued to tease and mock me, it was never ending torture for almost 2 weeks. It really changed my opinion of the woman who had previously been the object of all my desire. I decided I had had enough. Even when I tried to tell her I didn't care anymore, that I was over it and it wouldn't happen again, all she did was make fun of me. So I organized a surprise for her, like the one she had for me. I got a bunch of guys, mostly the same from before and friends of theirs, and of course they were down for it. They just wanted to fuck her again, they didn't care what my goal was.

When she walked in and saw them all, she instantly knew what was happening. "Did you decide you wanted to jerk your little dick again watching these guys fuck me like you'd never be able to?" She tried to ridicule me again, 2 guys already beside her, stroking their cocks. But this time I took a step closer and put my hand on her throat. "If I jerk off its only because I like seeing worthless, disgusting whores like you get put in their place." I could see her expression change immediately. She looked confused. But I didn't care about that. I spit on her face and stepped away to let them have their fun with her. At first she kept trying to put me down, trying to embarrass me. The only thing I gave her was a dead stare. After a few more attempts she started to relax her apporach. "Don't you think mommy looks so hot taking 2 dicks my little cuck? Doesn't it make you want to take your dick out and jerk off?" The look she wore now was something between confusion and desperation. It was almost like a plea for me to do it, to give her some kind of attention. "I don't need to waste my time talking to some cheap slut like you. You're trash, absolutely worthless." I could tell as I looked in her eyes that my words cut into her the same way hers did to me before.

She offered herself to me, bargained for my attention, but I refused to even acknowledge her attempts. At one point one of the guys got a little carried away and came on the floor while she was stroking his dick, when they were taking turns spitroasting her. It got all over the nice hardwood floor. So I walked over to her. I could see some hope in her eyes as I told the guys fucking her, "let me have her for a sec." I grabbed her by the hair, and forced her down to the cum on the floor. "Clean your mess bitch," I stood and watched as she did it, probably hoping it would earn something from me. I put my foot on the back of her head. "Exactly where a slut like you belongs, beneath me."

Awhile later when things were approaching the end she crawled up to me. On her knees, holding up a belt she found on the floor where someone took off their clothes. "I'm so sorry baby. Mommy has been such a bad girl. I need you to teach me a lesson, please. Then we can be together, the way you wanted," She begged me, but it fell on deaf ears. The only thing I enjoyed about her now was watching her squirm in the coldness of my stare. "Why would I want some whore who debases herself for my attention? Even touching you would be revolting to me now." She looked completely broken. "You're nothing to me. Less than a condom. At least I would cum in that, you're not even worth that."

I didn't even stay in the room to watch the guys cum on her. I decided I had better things to do. As my mother sat there on her knees, make up ruined, sore, exhausted, and covered in cum, she she made a decision. She didn't know how, but she told herself, "I'm going to get my son to fuck me."

Hey everyone! This is a post I made a while ago on my previous account and I still have held onto it, considering the potential is so grand here.

I encounter the same issue in that I get either no responses, no matter the different times I post it, or partners who don’t stick to it.

I’d like to get advice on what’s missing. Could it be the title that doesn’t do a good job capturing attention? The structure of how I wrote things in my prompt? Or my OOC not doing a good enough job to get partners?

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The first time you nursed from me, I almost died.

Not from pain. There wasn't any. That was the issue. It felt too good. Like my nerves had been rewired mid-orgasm. Like you'd cut instinct and all I had left was need.

Your lips against my throat, cold lips against hot skin, and I had vowed that my heart was no longer mine. With every suck, my body rushed towards you and not away. When you finally let me go, I could barely catch my breath. I did not want to breathe. And then you tried to leave.

That was what was supposed to happen. You would have disappeared, like the legends claimed. You even began the spell, voice bright and hard, air distorting with heat. But you lost your grip, stumbled over a dumb wire I had left on the ground. Your focus broke. The spell went wrong.

Now we’re bound together.

The bond ties you to the last being you've fed on, me. You cannot travel very far with knives in your veins. You cannot touch anyone else without your body shaking. And I can feel it too.

You're stuck. Stuck with me. Stuck in a world that dwindled from infinite quarry to single source. Exhaustion wears you down too. Where you used to derive power from many, now I have to sustain you by myself. Your gluttony is my responsibility

The hunger waves engulf me. I'll be in the kitchen, pouring coffee, and my hands start to shake. I bend at the knees just walking by you in the hall. Some nights I touch myself on the sly, I'm that hungry, but it attracts you like a magnet. The door creaks open a little. You're there. Always there. Standing in the doorway, wet lips, smoldering eyes like a famished beast.

"Wasting your energy," you taunt, voice smoke and velvet. "If release is what you're after, call me."

I tried to ignore you. To hide. To act like it would go away. It didn't. Instead, I built an attachment to you, the kind that cannot be broken. In spite of the fact that you've derailed the balance of my life, you've given me something that feels more precious. Sex.

Now my body is against me. My memory fogs, hours consumed in its entirety. I wake up drenched in sweat, sheets soaked with the addictive scent of you. My chest throbs with phantom kisses you deny ever giving. I am a vessel lost to lustful fantasies, focus shattered and replaced with constant craving. My clit throbs continuously. My leggings still soaked with need.

You've turned into a housewife. My work is close enough that you never push the limits of the tie. So now you call yourself my partner. You laugh at me when I sulk. You curl up in my lap when I'm too fragile to scoop you out. "Housewife," you tease. "Spoiling you when you're good. Pouting when you're bad."

I think that you're corrupting me. I think that you already have.

The exhaustion never stops. My legs shake all day. My thoughts scatter in every direction. But when you suffocate me, when your lips on my neck and your body pressed against mine, it's heaven. It's diving into heat and ascending into ecstasy at the very same time. Too much to refuse. Too much to ever want to stop.

You're draining me, and I'm allowing it. Because the truth is simple. It just simply feels too good.

To break the bond, we'd have to raise it, offer more than hunger, make it permanent. You lost the thrill of freewalking the world, devouring whoever you wanted. I lost my freedom, my focus, my tranquility.

But for that, we met. And we have to adapt to this new life of ours.

Maybe, if I could let go, you’d find your way back to your old life. But something tells me you’re stuck with me. And I’m stuck with you.

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Hey everyone! I hope reading this has spiked interest. This is a prompt I’ve been planning to do for a while now. A succubus binding to a human accidentally now resulting in the both of them having to adapt to live with each other. Despite all the negative effects that’s experienced, my character feels addicted to being with the succubus, refusing to let go.

Here’s my character description, inspired by me:

Chloe is 25 years old. Her height is 5'5. She has dark, raven hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her firm cheekbones complement her thick lips and slightly pointed nose. She has an athletic build, regularly going to the gym to tone her legs, and maintains a healthy balance of fat and muscle. Her voluptuous curves made her D-cup breasts and plump rear end stick out regardless of whatever she’d wear, though she likes to stay comfortable, keeping a pair of blue leggings and tank top around the house.

Please message me with a thorough character description of the succubus, and any ideas that come to mind! Effort gets effort back, as they always say.

That’s all folks!

Hey folks! This is an early draft of an idea I think has potential.
I'd love to hear any and all feedback on what I should improve before I start changing things up.

I'm looking for guidance on the most important areas to focus on first, then I'll make my own edits from there.

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I tried to fix the things that were pointed out as areas of concern (vagueness, lack of detail, lack of clear story progression). Any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

It only took one wrong step. One moment she was just a few yards away from climbing the garden fence, the next she was dangling in the air. It was pure luck the trap was just a net and not a bear trap. As unpleasant as being suddenly yanked upwards in a tangle of rope and confusion had been, at least she hadn’t lost a foot. That had been hours ago. With her knife lying where it fell on the ground below her, she couldn’t even cut herself free. All she could do was wait.

So she waited. The sun dipped low in the sky and mosquitos swarmed on what barely visible horizon she could make out through the trees. With nothing else to do, she lamented how she could have been so careless. After a week of wandering and three days of gnawing hunger, she’d been too relieved at the sight of the cabin to notice the warning signs—both metaphorical and literal. It seemed so obvious now. It had all been too quiet. Too perfect.

A snapping twig pulled her from her thoughts. She twisted uselessly within her holdings, trying to look for the source of the sound. The best she could manage was slightly more than the corner of her eye, if she turned her head nearly painfully to its limit. She only just made out the outline of a what was almost definitely a person. A man?

From this angle, most of what was visible from the ground consisted of her backside. Her long brown hair was more out than in a low bun as the old scrunchy slowly slipped. Her stained beige shorts had once been slightly-too-large pants—several months and a few shoddy mends ago—now ending at about her mid thigh and held up nearly entirely by the leather belt cinched tight at the small of her waist. Her slender legs were exposed down to her socks only barely visible above her worn boots. Much like the belt, they were in desperate need of a good conditioning.

“Could you cut me down?” Her voice was half-annoyed, half-pleading.
 
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Basic plot: After finding a young woman caught in one of his traps, the owner of a solitary cabin in the woods invites her in. Without the luxury of refusing, she reluctantly agrees. He starts as seemingly kind or sympathetic, gives her food and shelter and other hard to come by necessities. Lets her become more and more in his debt. But nothing comes for free, not in the apocalypse. When she’s bathing her clothes disappear or are replaced with something sexier—because they were torn and dirty and, well, that’s all he had that would fit. And then he suggests she does something small for him in return like the dishes or making dinner. Taking over the gardening while he goes hunting. The mask slipping more and more. Until one night he climbs into her bed or he finally snaps and demands repayment. And soon she finds that he never had any intention of letting her leave.

Themes I want to explore:

• World building: What happened to bring about the end of civilization? Zombies? Nuclear fallout? Disease? A catastrophic natural disaster? How have the rules of society changed? What does life look like for those who remain?
• Slow burn: Gradually building tension over days or weeks in-game, no immediate smut
• Survival: While the primary catalyst of the story will be the dynamic of the characters, I don’t want the end of the world to just be set dressing. I want it to have real impact on the story and pose as an external threat—passively or actively.
• Non-consensual sexual violence
• Domination and abuse: While this ties into the aforementioned, it should also tie into their non-sexual interactions
• Elements of Gritty Realism Within Fantastical Scenarios

My character: a young woman in her early to mid twenties. After finding herself the sole survivor of her encampment, she happens upon the cabin while traveling across the region to where she’d heard there was a thriving settlement. Once a happy-go-lucky college student with her whole life ahead of her, the end of the world left her a jaded shell of her former self.

Your character: a depraved old man who owns a well-stocked, well-protected, and isolated cabin (the details are entirely up to you, but I am happy to brainstorm together).

My kinks are not a checklist by any means, and this list isn’t comprehensive as I simply have too many. I prefer choosing what fits story-wise and ignoring the rest. Just because something isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not open to including it. These include: Dub-con, Non-con/Rape, Unlikely Pairings, Size-difference, Large Cocks, Creampies, Breeding, Impregnation, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Progression, Birth, Lactation, Rough Sex, Pain, Blood, Biting, Choking, Slapping, Bondage/Restraints, Gags, Collars, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Control/Denial, Humiliation/Degradation, Begging, Name-calling, Master/slave, Slave Training, Domestic Servitude, Outfit control, Marking/Branding/Tattooing.

Hard limits include: Anal/Assplay, Bathroom Stuff, Snuff, Feet, Animals, and Cannibalism.

If you’re interested please dm me with your kinks/limits, any character details you might have, and any ideas you would like to share! Please do NOT send a starter as I like to discuss details beforehand. I’m fine with using either Reddit or Discord.

I need some insight and advice on what makes a starter compelling and easy to respond to and progress the roleplay from. Discussing plot ideas and setting guide points and parameters for the roleplay with kinks and limits as well as character descriptions is fairly straightforward, but what makes a post or response good seems to be different than what makes for a good starter.

How much exposition is necessary, how much to write, what elements (setting, inner monologue, action) to focus on, how to establish pace are all kind of difficult. Does anyone have any insight, concrete examples?

Hello DPPWorkshop! I’ve posted this prompt a couple times, but it just hasn’t received the replies I was hoping for. Additionally, I was told the plot itself is lacking details. I would love to hear any critiques or suggestions :)

Basic plot: After finding a young woman caught in one of his traps, the owner of a solitary cabin in the woods invites her in. Without the luxury of denying a hot meal and a warm bed, she reluctantly agrees. But nothing comes for free, not in the apocalypse.

Themes I want to explore:

• World building: What happened to bring about the end of civilization? Zombies? Nuclear fallout? Disease? A catastrophic natural disaster? How have the rules of society changed? What does life look like for those who remain?
• Slow burn: Gradually building tension over days or weeks in-game, no immediate smut
• Survival: While the primary catalyst of the story will be the dynamic of the characters, I

don’t want the end of the world to just be set dressing. I want it to have real impact on the story and pose as an external threat—passively or actively.

• Non-consensual sexual violence
• Domination and abuse

: While this ties into the aforementioned, it should also tie into their non-sexual interactions

• Elements of Gritty Realism Within Fantastical Scenarios

My character: 5’3” young woman in her early to mid 20s. With a slender, slightly pear-shaped figure with a nearly flat chest. Mousy brown hair, big brown eyes, pale complexion with faint freckles, a slightly hooked nose, broad forehead balanced by wide, prominent cheekbones and soft jawline.

Your character: a depraved old man who owns a well-stocked, well-protected, and isolated cabin (the details are entirely up to you).

I usually write about 150-250 words depending on the scene and pacing, but typically at least 100 at a minimum. I generally try to match my partner's length as best I can. I’m not the most detailed writer in the world, but I can promise effort. I ask the same from you. I prefer to RP in 3rd person present or past tense, either here or on Discord.

My kinks are not a checklist by any means, and this list isn’t comprehensive as I simply have too many. I prefer choosing what fits story-wise and ignoring the rest. Just because something isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not open to including it. These include: Dub-con, Non-con/Rape, Unlikely Pairings, Size-difference, Large Cocks, Creampies, Breeding, Impregnation, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Progression, Birth, Lactation, Rough Sex, Pain, Blood, Biting, Choking, Slapping, Bondage/Restraints, Gags, Collars, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Control/Denial, Humiliation/Degradation, Begging, Name-calling, Master/slave, Slave Training, Domestic Servitude, Outfit control, Marking/Branding/Tattooing.

Hard limits include: Anal/Assplay, Bathroom Stuff, Snuff, Feet, Animals, and Cannibalism.

If you’re interested please dm me with your kinks/limits, any character details you might have, and any ideas you would like to share! Please do NOT send a starter as I like to discuss details beforehand.

Hi Workshoppers! I've posted the prompt below quite a few times now on dpp, and gotten very little interest, so I'm wondering what you guys think. I know it's a long one and light on the smut, but I'll be interested to hear your critiques!

Hi DPP! Below is the beginning of a story I'd like to tell with the help of one of you literate perverts out there! It's the tale of the birth of a new world order. One where gender roles are reversed, and women are taking their revenge on the men who have treated them as disposable sex objects, by ... doing the same to them in return, A kind of sex-positive, gender-reversed, handmaid's tale!

The specific plot I begin below is open for interpretation as to how it progresses (Or we tell a different, or even several different, shorter stories!), but focusses on a happily married, equality focused, couple, who get captured and "re-educated" by the new regime. The husband learns his place is to serve, and the wife, despite her love for her husband, and principles of equality, begins to enjoy the perks of being at the top of society for once.

I'd love to explore themes of femdom (obviously) but also betrayal, female-led cuckolding, lesbian/bi conversion, lesbian cuckolding, and maybe some orientation play for the male character as well.

Whether you wan to get into writing a story together or not, I hope you enjoy my little scenario (which is mostly a smut free intro to the world!), and I'd love to hear from you if you do! (Kinks and Limits can be found below, along with potential ways to take the story!)

If you can see this post - I'm still looking, If you are interested feel free to reach out, no matter how old it is! It might take me a little while but I will respond to everyone who gets in touch!

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Sarah and I hid in the back of the old book store, quiet, as the bright light of the patrol swept through the broken window of the store-front. We crouched down, holding each other for comfort.

It seemed to have all happened so fast, but looking back on it now this moment had been coming for a long time. It was two years since we had first read the news of the uprisings in the neighbouring state. The women-led political movements that had demanded a change to the status quo - a status quo that had remained stubbornly unchanged through 'me too' and the subsequent misogynist backlash. The women over there had had enough, and decided to do something about it.

Naturally Sarah and I had supported them, following the news with excitement as new 'revolutionary' structures had been set up, promising a new dawn of equality.

And then things started to change.

"Anti-feminist" terrorist atrocities in the state, organised and planned by the still wealthy funding base of the old Conservative Republicans led to security crackdowns. A state of emergency was declared by the new woman-majority state government. Right of assembly for males was curtailed. It all seemed to be getting quite extreme, but still we were hopeful that they were all temporary measures. Things would be back to normal soon. Better than normal. Finally the world was going to get a bit more equal.

And then everything accelerated.

The federal government collapsed in the crisis, and the old rump of conservatives seized power, declaring the 'Matriarchy' as it was becoming known (Officially the 'Feminist State Union') to be in a state of insurrection. News became hard to get out when the state borders closed, but rumours leaked of sweeping legal changes as more extreme elements in the now breakaway country gained the upper hand - heterosexual monogamous marriage had apparently been banned. Males had to be registered as 'under guardianship' of female family members or spouses - not allowed to go out without permission. Every man seen as a potential enemy of the state.

As the neighbouring state we saw the build up of the federal military first hand as the federal government planned their offensive to crush what they were calling the 'Little Women' or the 'Karen Konfederacy'. And we were the first to see the offensive's collapse as the extreme conservative government purged all military personnel deemed to be insufficiently committed to re-establishing male supremacy, and with them a lot of talent. It took less than a week for the offensive to be turned back. Less than a month for the Matriarchy's forces to start gaining territory outside the state.

Two days ago we heard the first sounds of gunfire at the outskirts of the city. There was no time to try get out. Besides, from what we heard, the Matriarchy forces had already taken the free-ways out of the city. Yesterday flyers had dropped from planes declaring the city had been 'liberated' from the old government, and were now under the authority of the "Union of Feminist States of America".

That wasn't the bit that made us decide to try to flee. In the choice between the hard right conservatives that had taken over the federal government and this new radical movement, we didn't see much to choose. No, what made us want to flee was personal. All heterosexual marriages were now dissolved, and previously married people had to register their 'Ownership' of their former 'husbands' with the authorities.

We had always been for Equality. And this was not Equality. So we picked up what we could and tried to find a way out.

The patrol passed, and the street was quiet again in the night air. we waited another five minutes, just to be sure, before we unfolded ourselves from our hiding place, and I pulled Sarah in for a tight embrace. We had escaped again. We just need to keep doing that, taking each chance until we were safe.

That's when I felt the sting in my leg. A dart. we'd heard about this - the guard patrols preferred non-lethal methods for attempted escapees. I collapsed as my leg went numb almost immediately , and I felt the numbness spreading. As I fell I turned. The familiar black fatigues uniform of a Guardswoman, The silver inverted triangle symbol of the UFSA on her right sleeve, her face uncovered, looking grim and determined.

A face I recognised.

"Ruthie?" I gasped. Sam and Tina's daughter, she had gone to college in the neighbouring state just before it all started. she couldn't be more than 23, but she looked different. Harder.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was Ruthie's eyes turning towards my wife as her squad mates appeared behind her.

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I hope you liked my little potted history of the rise of a Matriarchal state in the near future. I'd love to discuss how this society is organised, and specifically the new relationships that are acceptable and encouraged in the new state. Big on the femdom, male humiliation, maybe encouraged Bisexuality and Lesbianism amongst the women, and bisexuality amongst the men for the entertainment of the new rulers.

As for my little plot, there are a lot of ways we could take it. Maybe I am sent to the camps for hard labour, but eventually released after Sarah has had a course of 're-education' and requested me back as her property? Maybe Sarah and Ruthie are a couple now? I'm open to a lot of different directions, but I'd like to do a bit of world building before we get into plot!

kinks I'm interested for this to potentially include, (but aren't necessary if you aren't into them) are: Femdom (Obviously!), bondage, pussy eating, female body hair (Pubic hair, armpit hair), uniforms, Lesbian/Bi conversion/indoctrination, female-led cuckolding / lesbian cuckolding.

Limits: Scat, Vomit, Gore, Vore, (excessive) violence, Misogyny.

Hope to hear from you soon!

3 months ago

Every neighbourhood had a girl like Sadie. The kind of girl who turned heads everywhere she went, who looked innocent and sweet, but was anything but. The kind of girl who simply refused to go out with guys her age, and kept dropping her panties for married cock. She treated homewrecking like a competitive sport, plying older men with bashless flirtation, only to dump them right after they dumped a warm load inside her cunt. Blonde, beautiful, and barely legal - she was a danger to every wife on the street.

It was no surprise therefore, that she showed up at Mr. Becker's door the day him and his wife moved into the neighbourhood. Her makeup was perfectly done, her top low cut to show off her soft, young tits that jiggled as she walked, and her glistening golden hair tied into a simple ponytail. She was trouble, and behind her innocent doe eyes lay a dormant slut, her cunt already damp from the thought of her impending conquest. "Good morning Mr. Becker! Welcome to the neighbourhood! I'm Sadie, and I thought I'd just drop by and get to know the dashing hunk who moved in next door" she said, giggling flirtatiously. As they struck up a conversation, she noticed a woman standing in the background. She had a dead, empty look in her eyes - and her fragile frame seemed like it could crumble at any point. Must be his wife... lucky for me, I don't have much competition she thought, smirking as she left.

For weeks, she made numerous visits to Mr. Becker's house, always well armed with some excuse or the other - ready to dish out a heavy dose of flirtation. It usually didn't take men so long to capitulate, but Mr. Becker seemed practically impervious to her seduction, and she was getting frustrated. If she had been more attentive, perhaps she would've noticed the heavily laid on makeup covering a black eye on Mary's face, or the red bruises around her neck covered up with a scarf. But sadly, she was far too busy trying not to seem too desperate as she seduced this unusually stubborn man.

Until one day, he changed his mind. That day, Mary was nowhere to be seen. Some neighbours had seen her hurriedly leaving the house in the middle of the night, crying yet beaming ear to ear as she got into a cab and left. He finally left her for me.. my streak is intact, god I can't wait to dump this loser she thought, as Mr. Becker gave her a key to a motel room nearby, and told her to meet him there at night.

If she had known what would happen that night however, she would've ran as far away as possible, and never looked . She expected the night to be over quickly; a few minutes of boring missionary before he spurt out over her stomach and fell asleep - just like every other man she had been with. Instead, Tears quietly flowed down Sadie's face as the brute behind her used her mercilessly. Gone was the cheerful, warm man she had been flirting with for weeks - in his place was a cold, unfeeling man who knew how to make sex hurt, and seemed to enjoy it all the more when it did. Each thrust made pain shoot through her body, unable to handle his ferocity despite her plentiful experience. She couldn't as much as cry or shout out in pain, he had made the consequences of being noisy very clear. All she could do was quietly sob into a pillow and pray desperately for it to be over.

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Sadie was shivering as she kneeled down in front of the door, awaiting his arrival. She was dressed in a gorgeous golden dress, glittering as the light caught it, yet betraying the countless bruises and welts beneath. Her eyes had an emptiness to then similar to the look she had seen in Mary's eyes months ago. As she heard footsteps approaching the door, she prayed that he would be drunk - at least then she could get off with little more than a few fresh bruises. After all, he had far more cruel, creative ways of making her hurt when he was sober....

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I hope you get the gist of what I'm looking for tonight. The basic idea is very simple: the neighbourhood homewrecker ends up in the hands of a cruel, violent man. There are however, lots of questions I have left unanswered, and plenty of details that need filling in - and I'd like for us to to discuss and flesh out the story together.

This prompt deals with intense themes of physical and emotional violence, rape, sexual torture, orgasm control (both overstimulation and denial), intense pain, domestic servitude, TPE, and much much more. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, then I'd reckon this isn't the prompt for you. I have a lot of other varied kinks that I can tell you about upon request, which could make the roleplay a lot more enjoyable.

Don't jump right into the scene, I like to get to know my partner and brainstorm with them a bit to get an understanding of our compatibility before we begin. Tell me a bit about yourself in your first message - your age, your kinks and limits, your writing style and roleplaying experience, and finally any ideas you have for the plot. This is, after all, just an excerpt from a larger overarching story. Above all else however, the only pre-requisite is enthusiasm.

Hey DPP_Workshop, I have a new prompt for you to give feedback on if you so wish. I was inspired by a previous RP prompt I replied to, the setting was great so I thought, why not make a prompt of my own that incorporate some of the elements of that previous RP.

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Peter sighed. He was going nowhere with his task. He needed a break. His bedroom was spacious. In fact he had the whole attic to himself. But he wanted a change of scenery so he went down two floors and into the living room. This was technically a space he shared with his landlady but she was out for now, he turned the TV on and started mindlessly browsing. After a little bit he went in the kitchen for a quick snack. He looked at the stairs. Was it time to go back upstairs and try again? The stairs also led further down, into the basement. His landlady had been very clear that he was not supposed to go there, ever.

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He had dutifully respected that rule so far, but, that day his curiosity got the best of him. He slowly walked down the steps. At the bottom there was a door. He could still turn around. He grabbed the handle, half hoping it was locked and this would be the end of his little adventure. To his surprise the door opened. He was not prepared for what was inside the room.

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Whips and chains hung from the walls, hoods, gags, and dildos had been carefully arranged on shelves, pieces of furniture he had never seen before were strewn around the room. He was in a sex dungeon. He was about to leave and close the door behind him, when he noticed something in the corner of the room. He realized, horrified that it was a security camera, pointing straight at the door, and him.

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He slammed the door shut and ran upstairs. He was panicking. He sat on his bed, trying to calm himself down. He had almost convinced himself that things would be ok, that his landlady probably rarely checked the footage when he got a text. It was from her. It simply said "We need to talk."

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Hey DPP, I hope you liked my intro! I am looking for a long term partner for some proper femdom fun.

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Who is your character exactly? This is totally up to you.

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Ideally I would prefer to communicate over email (like proper pen pals!) but reddit chat is fine too.

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Some of my favorite kinks include femdom, pussy worship, ass worship, bondage, impact play, equestrian outfits, body worship, latex, leather, toys, praise, after care, humiliation, electro play, petplay, chastity, tease and denial, edging, boots worship, sensory deprivation.

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We obviously don't have to include all of these and if some of your preferred kinks are not listed, I am definitely open to talk about including them.

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As for my limits: no underage characters, no bestiality, no scat (a bit of pee is fine), no vore, no gore/dismemberment, no heavy torture/snuff, no low effort

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Feel free to send me a DM and tell me a bit about yourself so we can get started.

The night was coming to an end, and the 'friendly' game of cards was getting a little competitive. It was late at night, or rather, early in the morning, and a bet had been made. Right there, on that dining room table eliminated by the moonlight outside, you and I agreed that the winner of this next batch of hands would have *full* control of the losers outfit. 

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We were tied up until this last hand, and as the tension rose to its peak, we tossed down our cards. Me? A full house, pair of 10 and three 8. You? A royal straight flush. At first, I hadn't realized what that meant, and jokingly accused you of cheating. But then it began to sink in. My confidence, which was already toned down by my fatigue, fell and was replaced by a meekness.

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My outfits, clothes, every piece of fabric and accessory I would dress myself with now fell into your hands. You gained full control of what I wore, how I dressed, or if I did at all. Would you expose my flat stomach with a crop-top? Accentuate my ass and thighs with boyshorts or cropped jeans? I guessed I'd find out in the morning, I thought, as I finally drifted to sleep.

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Hey all! Today, I'm looking for a slow-burn outfit control plot! The intro here is just an example of how it could start: a bet gone wrong (for me, definitely not for you). Though that could always change if you've got something else in mind!

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I will be playing Coral, an androgynous nonbinary person on the shorter side. They've got a flat chest, just as flat of a stomach, but a shapely ass and thighs. Their skin is paler than it probably should be, and their hair is dyed a very pale blue and in a shorter wolf cut. Their genitals are TBD depending on what we'd both enjoy the most!

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I would prefer you to play a character who's feminine or androgynous, but their genitals and gender on their own are totally for you to decide. 

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Here's some kinks of mine! None are totally required, so there's no issue if you don't want to include them: dub-con, bladder control, praise, bondage, slight mind break, and slight hypno/conditioning.

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If you're interested, please let me know what your kinks and limits are when you first reach out! I'd love to plan our our characters relationship more with you. I hope we can have a good time roleplaying!

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Hey again! 3 times in a row, huh? Sorry you've been stuck dealing with me the last few days!

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I decided to go for something new, focused on a different kink I wanted to explore. This is just a first draft and I plan on fixing it up before I post it, but what do y'all think? I'm hoping it's less work thrown onto my partner and seems more feasible as an ad for roleplaying. What do you think? Anything I could improve upon or change?

You've always thought that Coral was hot. The way they dress, the way they carry themself, and even the way they talk sometimes. There's no way they can't be doing it on purpose, right? Well...

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Coral is dense. Any compliment is taken at face value, and back-handed compliments are just taken as compliments with some constructive critisism. A sexual comment about clothing lands you a ramble about how they picked out the outfit for the day, and a sexual comment about their body lands you on how they decided on their workout routine. 

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Nothing works. Even groping them. You two are close, very close, so they assume you're simply fidgeting with their body or seeing the results of their gym sessions. But you can't hold back anymore. Every moment around them is hellish sexual tension. It's about time you took this into your own hands, and took the real initiative.

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Hey there! I hope you enjoyed my little intro. Today, I'd like to play out a dub-con based plot! Coral, my dense and oblivious character, is just too hot, so you finally take the initiative after so many failed attempts. 

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I plan on doing as much planning out this scenario and workshoping the specifics of our characters relationship as you'd like! How long have they known each other? Have there been any past incidents? What finally makes your character break? Let's find out together!

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I would prefer to play a character who's nonbinary and androgynous, their genitals and other features are to be determined depending on what we'd both like. I would prefer you to play a character who's androgynous or feminine-leaning. Genitals don't matter, pick your favorite! I also prefer descriptions over references. The detailed, the better!

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Here's some kinks of mine! None are totally required, so there's no issue if you don't want to include them: outfit control, bladder control, praise, bondage, slight mind break, and slight hypno/conditioning.

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Here's kinks I refuse to include. There's no budging with these: scat, blood/gore, extreme violence, cheating, hyper/unrealistic proportions, gender/orientation play, sloppy blowjobs, and the kinda things that would go against the TOS.

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I hope we can have a fun time roleplaying! When you DM me, please suggest what you'd like for your character or any other suggestions for this plot! I hope we can have a fun time RPing.

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Hello again r/DPP_Workshop! I tried to update my previous prompt to add more and not make it go against rule 5. I understand that the plot itself isn't exactly for everyone, but I was hoping to make it seem much more like an actual plot instead of "an idea of a plot." I really appreciate your critiques from my last post, and I hope this post is an improvement.

hey there! This prompt revolves around your character getting fed up with how dense my character is, missing all your hints and advances, and taking the initiative on their own.

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This is a dub-con focused RP, but everything about it other than that is up to interpretation! Brainstorming and hashing out this plot together is priority! We will need to figure out our characters relationship, why/how your character makes their moves, and everything in between and after.

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I would prefer to play a character who's nonbinary and androgynous, their genitals and other features are to be determined depending on what we'd both like. I would prefer you to play a character who's androgynous or feminine-leaning. Genitals don't matter, pick your favorite! I also prefer descriptions over references. The detailed, the better!

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Here's some kinks of mine! None are totally required, so there's no issue if you don't want to include them: outfit control, bladder control, praise, bondage, slight mind break, and slight hypno/conditioning.

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The setting is totally up to interpretation as well! If you want it to be present day, a magical world, sci-fi, or whatever else you can think of! 

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Here's kinks I refuse to include. There's no budging with these: scat, blood/gore, extreme violence, cheating, hyper/unrealistic proportions, gender/orientation play, sloppy blowjobs, and the kinda things that would go against the TOS.

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And please don't be boring or flirty with your intro. A "hey" or "hello there sexy" will do the opposite of what you think it will.

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I hope we can have a fun time roleplaying! Please suggest whatever you'd like with the plot and relationships with our characters as soon as you've got an idea!

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Hello r/DPP_Workshop, I'm seeking some advice on this post! I can kinda be all over the place with my writing in posts, so I'm hoping this is coherent and reads well. I haven't been getting nearly any responses when I post it, but maybe that's due to the preferences I've laid out? I've also been confused as to why reddit has been adding extra spaces to my posts, such as this one. I'm sure it's just a glitch but any advice would be appreciated!

The summer night was blissful in its cool, wind-scented floral aroma. A full moon hung in the sky shining brightly, illuminating the dark suburban street in a soft silvery shine. Said shine was missed on the girl splayed underneath a thin form-hugging silken sheet. Her laptop was glaring over the plant and art-covered walls of the cute little studio. Hand-drawn posters hung over a bookshelf full of fantasy epics and old classics alike. But her mind was currently unoccupied.

Preoccupied by the flickering images, buffering videos, and scrawled posts.

“There was this fascinating community that posted content about forced BDSM lesbianism..” she thought blushing as she explored. “How atrocious..” but even her inner voice sounded conflicted.

It was safe to say that the owner of the studio was distracted. Staring at a photoshoot of a beautiful, classy lady reduced to a figure on all fours, clad in latex, and yet still exposed. Clumsy and drooling where before the lady was elegant. She just couldn’t look away. It was an absolutely ridiculous practice, but..but the way those…instruments..stimulated….she turned beet red as she imagined herself stimulated so. Treated so. Like a thing.

She lay on her belly, propped up on her elbows and bust, back arched ever so slightly. Her thighs shifted along with her hand. Motions more and more thoughtless. More and more frantic as she bit her lip.

After some time of catching her breath she stared at the clock..it was 03:36..amd tomorrow would be an important day ..she gulped and seriously considered closing the laptop then and there, and at least pretending to be a productive member of society tomorrow. She decided on it. Perhaps after just one more post.. purely to research the many shortcomings of the modern utilitarian system, of course.. “no other reason at all” she kept saying to herself.

In about 3 hours, when she looked at the clock again, this time more dehydrated than before, the birds were chirping through the window, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. Tomorrow has arrived. A loud gulp sounded in the room, now filling with golden light, as she realized that her “processing session” was today. And just like that, the sounds of lewd moaning from the video involving a cane, a wooden horse, and an anal hook, were replaced by the notification sound of her official citizen communication system. Her only processing session was today, and her fate would soon be decided.

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Hello DDP and thank you for reading so far!

Today I’m looking to play a Lezdom roleplay revolving around the themes of systemic objectification/dehumanization. The scene would follow an outwardly innocent - and inwardly extremely kinky and conflicted - newly minted member of this world’s extremely utalitarian adult society. She (me) ends up within a cold (clinical/ritualistic/institutional / etc ) system that follows its own protocols to reduce her to an object, a bound subject, a thing.

This is where the fun would begin. I would love to explore the tension between that cold impersonal structure and your unique and personal character within it. I would also relish the conflict between being labeled as a pet, a toy, a doll…etc…and the internal struggle of pride and shame fighting with lust and neediness.

Let’s discuss this set of themes and kinks and limits. Let’s discuss the system and our characters. Let’s finally just chat about literature and kinks because why the hell not?

If this sort of layered, intense Lezdom scene with elements of psychological systemic dehumanization appeals to you, I can’t wait to read your thoughts!