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Hornsville, Population 1240

By all counts a small, modest and reasonably affluent time. Near to no crime, no poverty, no homelessness, just a cozy, comfortable community living in their own version of paradise. Beachfront property, excellent schools, a great cultural scene, but otherwise a generally subdued, gentle slice of suburbia, mostly retirees, but also comprised of professional commuters and high earners alike. All and all, a perfect representation of what a perfect town could be.

But it's not the green lawns and smiling faces that bring you to Hornsville, nor is it the nearby parks, the lush nature reserves or home cooked meals. It's... Something else. Something you won't see on the brochures, nor see in public any time soon. Hornsville is a unique town, after all, a gated community that likes to keep it's interests within the town and within the town only. It's not hostile to outsiders, at least not in the daytime, but it does like to keep it's secrets close to it's chest. And for one new resident, those are secrets that she will soon discover, one way or another.

"Hello there! You must be Miss. Redmoore!"

The cheerful, peroxide blonde real estate agent said as the BMW of one Miss Redmoore drove up into the lane of 112 Hornsville Lane. A nice, 1950s styled home. Her new home, to be precise. She quickly exists the car, her flaming red hair fixed into a luxurious mane, her pretty green eyes hidden behind a pair of dull glasses, her tight business suit accentuating her juicy curves and making her look serious in equal measure.

"Yes, yes, it's nice to meet you and all that. Would you mind offering me the keys to my new property?"

The homeowner replied, her hand laid out and her eyes fixed upon the estate agent's permanent grin. She didn't look too happy, even when smiling, but offered the keys all the same, opening the door to her new home beforehand.

"Well, if you need anything just let me know! We hope you'll enjoy living with us!"

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise was made, coming right from the estate agent. Her face lights red as she quickly scoots off before Miss Redmoore can even make a comment. And so, with that strange event ignored, Miss Redmoore entered her new home.

It was entirely empty, as it should be, with her furniture soon to arrive later that day. The only curious thing was the sugar bowl by the side of the door, filled to the brim with all sorts of letters from all kind of residents. It seemed like just about everyone in town was eager to meet her, everyone from the Mayor to the Doctor to the Chemist and, well, just about everything else too. It had been a long day, and Redmoore has spent hours driving her. In truth, it wasn't her kind of place, but this was the closest property she could buy to be near her new job. Already she could feel her eyes drift off, but then something stuck out in the corner of her eye.

A ball gag. Right in the middle of the living room.

At first, she was bewildered. It wasn't like just leaving behind a spare sock, after all. No, she wasn't too familiar with this kind of thing, but familiar enough to know what it was, and what it was used for. Carefully she approached it, putting the hanky in her pocket around her hands to inspect it and remove it, but just like that, something else stuck out to her. A blindfold. This time, a little closer to the stairs leading to the basement. And just like a mouse being lead into a trap, she followed each and every item. Next was a butt plug, then a riding crop, then a dildo, until she was finally in the basement, or what she thought was her basement.

But instead, a vast, well equipped and pristine dungeon had taken it's place. This couldn't be right. This shouldn't be right- She was only here the other month to inspect the house and the whole place was empty! And yet, here it was, like something out of an old German porn video, filled to the brim with, well, just about every thing a pervert would need. Miss Redmoore's heart began to pace, and her trembling hands took the phone out of her pockets ready to dial the estate agent- But once again, a little item stuck out in the corner of her eye. This time, on top of a large, satin red bed, laid another letter. She opened it, intrigued as she was confused.

"Dear new tenant, we hope this gift we have left you doesn't scare you off too much-"

It began, clearly written by the previous owners.

"Hornsville is a special community for a special kind of people, and even if you don't think you have the same interests as everyone else, only those with that special kind of potential are chosen to live her. When me and my husband first moved here thirty years ago, we were just as shocked as you! But the longer we stayed, the more open we became about certain things. We want you to be open to these things as well."

The things in question, it seemed, pertained to a sexual nature, and a rather lurid one at that. Miss. Redmoore found herself gripping the letter tighter, nervous, but strangely excited all the same.

"Below is a list of numbers belonging to the residents of this town. Although they are seemingly wholesome neighbors in the daytime, they're perverted freaks by night, and soon you will become one of them, as we so happily did all those years ago. Each number correlates to a specialist of some kind. For some, it's bondage, for others, it's latex, or toilet play, or rough sex, or- Well, there's so many things!"

The numbers at the bottom of the letter, well, that was an understatement- It was practically a book within itself!

"Please don't go running around and telling anyone about this. Hornsville is a wonderful place to live, but we still prefer to keep our habits secret... At least during the daytime. Give it a try, think about it. I'm sure you'll be happy as we were!

Love Mrs and Mr Greene."

It was a lot to take in. She was tempted to take her bags and leave right there and then, but that would mean kissing her dream job goodbye too. She walked over to the bed, laying down on it's vast comfort and closing her eyes, if just for a moment. When she had awoken, it was precisely 12 PM. Her eyes lingered on the numbers once more.

Well, one call won't hurt, will it?

Hey there! Thanks for reading my prompt. So my idea is a pretty simple one, if very kinky- My character, a new resident in Hornsville, is soon about to find out what really happens behind closed doors. It turns out her wholesome, sweet neighbors maybe aren't so sweet as they seem! Quite the opposite, to be precise. This is still a mostly light-hearted approach to tone, but one with really heavy kinks in there too. In this town, BDSM isn't just a kink but more or less a full on lifestyle, albeit one that isn't shown to strangers.

This is something of a corruption story, but on the lighter side of things; Think temptation and seduction rather than threats and force. My character, a sexually repressed woman, so badly wants this, she just needs a nudge... Or a few. As for the kinks, well, just about anything is on the table! So long as it isn't blood, gore, snuff, necro or vomit, I'm game. My aim here is really fixed upon the more 'fetish-y' kind of stuff. BDSM, Bondage, Latex, Degradation, Petplay, Sensory Deprivation, Orgasm Control/Denial, Domination & Submission, Fetishwear, Group Sex, Anal, and so much more! Of course, I'm wanting to focus on some lovely transformation for this too! Maybe there's a darker secret to why everyone is so damn kinky? Some hypnotism? As for the more physical aspects, well, nothing wrong with making a curvy woman even thicker, right? Especially when clad in some skin tight latex, meow!

Ideally, this will be a story either for a partner who's up for playing a GM or more of a one on one type character. The former will be playing a wide amount of residents in the town (and I am more than happy to chip in myself too), the latter will be focused more so on a specific character, a dominant, charming, perverted figure who'll show my character the appeal of the dark side of lust, and so on. Pretty basic stuff, but with a varied amount of possibilities for kinky, depraved scenes! The less limits you have, the better! Again, although I'm wanting to keep things light tone wise, I want to go really heavy on the kinks in return.

So if all of that sounds good to you, please send a message along my way, preferably a detailed one. Just two things before I go. 1: I only play thicker, curvier, voluptuous types of characters (often with Hentai-esque references, albeit some realistic ones can be okay too), and 2: I only play on Discord. Other than that, I hope to hear from some naughty neighbors soon!