“Checking in?” A friendly woman at the desk in front of me smiles, waiting for my response. She has her hair in a ponytail and wears a blouse open around her cleavage. I find myself staring for what must be too long because she clears her throat harshly.

“Do you come with the room?” I bring my eyes back up. Her smile disappears. “The smile looked better.” She doesn’t respond, and I roll my eyes. “I’m here from the contest.” I wave a piece a paper in front of her face. My ex mentioned she submitted our names as a couple before we broke up, but now she no longer wanted to come. Stupid bitch. I’m not turning down a free getaway.

“Ahh excellent,” the receptionist responded, the smile returning to her face. I furrow my brow. She types on the computer for a couple seconds. “We have you booked for 3 nights in our executive suite.” She passes me some paperwork. A bunch of useless forms, I’m sure. I sign them without reading and return them to her. She hands me a room key. “You’ll take the elevators to the right up to the 11th floor. We set some complimentary beverages in your room as a welcome present. Enjoy your stay!”

“Thanks,” I grunted in return. “You sure you don’t want to tag along, gorgeous?”

“Have a nice day,” she says and turns to her work.

I follow her instructions up to the room. After dropping my bags, I reach for one of the free drinks. I take a deep swig, sitting on the bed and sighing afterwards. That’s when the world starts to spin.

The receptionist watches me from a security monitor at the desk. Once I pass out, she picked up the phone and called you. “He’s ready for you, mistress.”

It turns out the free trip wasn’t going to be as relaxing as I hoped. Yes, my ex was the reason I found myself here, but her “gift” wasn’t so benevolent.

This resort is your domain. You, the owner of the resort, are a sort of vigilante mistress, taking it upon yourself to “fix” boorish and misogynistic men. Each man requires a certain unique touch that you’re more than happy to provide.

After my last breakup, my ex wrote to you, begging for you to take me in. Once you read all that I had done to her and seemingly every woman in my life, you couldn’t say no to my case. And now here you sat, watching me on your monitor and consulting the notes you had on me. Where to begin?

Hi there! This idea is inspired by Circe from Greek mythology. The roleplay would consist of you playing the mistress who fixes the terrible men of the world. You might choose to keep this grounded in reality. Or perhaps, we can draw on the myth and incorporate the surreal. The choice is yours.

My kinks include (all flexible) collaring, bondage, pet play, being turned into a pleasure toy, TPE, feminization, muscular women, dub-con, non-con, hypnosis, dominatrix, size differential, latex, leg focus, being physically intimidated among others.

Limits: gore, bathroom stuff, underage, animals, forced bi

If you're interested, feel free to PM or chat me! Tell me your favorite cocktail so that I know you've read the prompt!