I realize I never reposted the last of my currently existing scripts. I shall fix that now. Mind the rant:

NSFW: https://scriptbin.works/u/MrZanzibarMcGee/f4m-your-blood-maid-me-an-addict-nsfw-edition

SFW: https://scriptbin.works/u/MrZanzibarMcGee/f4m-your-blood-maid-me-an-addict-sfw-edition (same tags as the NSFW, but remove everything between [Spanking] and [Blood Drinking]

Hello again, Internet! I'm MrZanzibarMcGee, here with a new script. But this one has a story behind it!

You see, I'm one of those strange people who wonders about the why of certain fetishes. Are these things something one's born with, or do they develop because of something that happens in life? And why am I into (insert fetish here)? One day, I was wondering about vampire fetishism. Is it because their paleness and old-fashioned ways make them the original "goth GF/BF"? Is it because they're usually portrayed as older, richer, and classier than most of us? Or something else. I did some deep thinking, consumed enough chocolate to kill three lesser men, and I have a new possible theory: Reciprocity.

The usual (idealized) BDSM dynamic is somewhat of a one-way street, with the submissive one depending on the dominant one, but the dom/me not really needing the sub in the same way. (I know that's not how it actually works, but it's the kayfabe that most people give off.) But a vampire, by definition, requires blood to survive, and this creates a need. In a story where a vampire dominates a human, the usual D/S dynamic is there, but now the vampire depends on the sub for blood. But does that mean the power structure is subject to being flipped? Could a vampire's dependence on blood lead to them becoming submissive to a human? And how would that work?

At this point, my subconscious grabbed hold of the idea and sped off into the sunset, laughing maniacally. Once I caught up, I created the script you see before you. Enjoy, and please comment with your thoughts!

Synopsis: You (the one making the audio) are a modern vampire. Most of your existence is spent in the local nightclub scene, finding attractive young men and women to seduce and feed on. Un-life was good, until about two weeks ago, when you fed on some guy with the best blood you had ever tasted (the listener). The following night, you realized that other blood no longer tasted the same, and you had become addicted to him. Unable to rest and barely able to think straight, you've dedicated yourself to finding the man with such exceptional blood. Tonight, you find his home and make contact, willing to pay any price for more of his blood. It turns out, he's willing to negotiate with you, but the price he asks is a strange one...

And some quotes:

(pause as she catches her breath, then condescendingly) Yeah, I'm a vampire. Gold star for you. We need to talk. Inside. You can keep your crucifix pointed at me if you want, but I *need* you to hear me out.

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(restraining anger) If you refuse? The next thing you hear from me will be a Molotov cocktail through your window. Little-known fact: cries for help count as invitations.

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(growing increasingly desperate) Look, I don't care what you want in exchange. Money? Won't be a problem. Influence? You wouldn't believe the kinds of "friends in high places" we vampires have. Pleasure? I don't care what kind of kinky, depraved shit you're into, so long as you give me your blood afterwards. And the longer I sit here, the less scary that crucifix looks in your hand. I would gladly take some burns if it made this feeling go away.