You were going to destroy me.

It was really my fault for daring to cross you. I should have known better than to mess with someone with so much power. I should have realized that a girl who'd never once faced consequences in her life would have taken what I did personally.

But let's start at the beginning:

You hardly knew I existed until that day. I'd gone through 4 years of high school in the background, being a good little nerd and not going to any of your frequent social events. Calling me a dork was accurate. Calling me a loner was fair. Calling me a total loser tomboy virgin was your go-to, though you rarely thought of me enough to use it. Most kids knew I was at the top of the class. It only made sense, considering I seemed to prefer books to boys and practically ended up teaching some classes myself when the teacher was incompetent. I was laser focused on education, accomplishment, all the things you would care less about. You were the only daughter of a CEO, set for life. I was middle lower class, on my way to make my own mark. We might have never crossed paths if not for that fateful day.

You hadn't studied for the final, too busy with your expensive vacation to Cabo. So you asked for me to help you cheat. I said no. Of course I did, I was a girl scout when it came to this kind of stuff. So you offered to pay me. You offered me a scholarship. You offered me everything. I still said no. Finally, you threatened to use your father's influence to take away my current scholarships.

And so I agreed.

I gave you the answers and then I had you swear not to do anything to threaten my scholarships. Unbeknownst to you, however, I was recording the whole conversation, including your confession that you'd tried to blackmail me in the first place. It caused a massive scandal for your father's image, for your scholastic career and for a girl who'd never had anyone stand up to them before. Oh, and those answers I gave you? All wrong.

It was bad enough I'd won. But then I went into a triumphant speech about how everyone knew you were rich girl bimbo, a spoiled brat, a dumb barbie who'd never had to work on anything but her nails. You replayed that speech in your head every night, boiling with rage for every insult.

I went to a prestigious university, excelled in every class and graduated magna cum laude. You, meanwhile, devoted your life to vengeance. You learned everything you could about me, had PIs stalk me, made sure to understand your enemy. All the while, you were taking your place at your father's company, getting used to his resources and looking into every experimental and classified technology your father had access to. Let's just say you found some fun toys.

And so after four years, you were ready to put your plan into motion. You'd let me set up my future, let me create a universe of possibilities for myself, just so you could take it away at this moment.

Prissy, incapable, bimbo, barbie princess?

Soon those words would only apply when I looked in the mirror. But there was no mirror in my cell, the cell my kidnappers had locked me up in. There was only a camera, whose feed you smiled at.

Let the fun begin.

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So I'm looking to play as an academic tomboyish dork who finds herself entrapped by an old rival with a vendetta against her. I'm particularly thinking that my old enemy would use all her vast resources to twist me into a parody of everything I accused her of being, and into the antithesis of myself. I also left the door open to some scifi tech via her dad's experimental research division.

As for how I rp, I'm literate and tend to post between one and five paragraphs, with a sweet spot at two or three. I ask that all my partners can do the same. And it wouldn't hurt if you could put the password "Breaking Barbie" somewhere in your subject line.

My kinks and limits are here:

Kinks: Humiliation, bondage (from light to heavy but the heavier the better), embarrassment, outfit control, Costumes, dress up, heels, female feminization, bimbofication, teasing, overstimulation, exhibitionism, latex, encasement, voyeurism, begging, cuteness/awkwardness, playful/creative partners, role reversal, slavery, corruption, toys, gags, pegging, plugs, blindfolds, collars, leashes, equipment, mounts, denial, unique bondage setups/games, predicament bondage, ENF, strength dynamics, height dynamics

Limits: -interfamily stuff, pregnancy, blood, pee, poo, animals, or animalist elements, transformation into anything inhuman, nonhumanoids, hyper tfs, feet

Obviously not all of the kinks would be used and none are mandatory. I'm into celeb refs and was thinking Kira Kosarin for myself. If you're interested, hit me up. Can't wait to see your orange envelopes.

All characters are 18 .