30 days. 30 million dollars. We should have known better, it just seemed too easy. They advertised it as a new social experiment/entertainment program. "If these two lucky strangers can live together in a room for 30 days, the grand prize is theirs to share!" All the while, cameras in every corner of the room would stream 24 hours a day.

At first it went exactly as expected. That is until day 4 when they released pheromones through the central air unit, which chipped away at my self control minute by minute. By the time day 10 rolled around I was practically rabid, helpless to the iron grip of my primal desires.

Needless to say I wasn't the only victim. You were 10 days off your birth control. Of course, you had no way of knowing that. You weren't in the room when they swapped your pills. You didn't know that you were taking fertility pills. You didn't know that you had been ovulating for over a week. And you certainly didn't know the insidious reasons why you were here with me.

On day 11 we woke up to a big, curious box in the middle of the room. At first it was hard for you to figure out what exactly was inside. Some sort of furniture possibly? with leather straps? and a collar? A naive girl like you had no idea what you were looking at, or what was about to happen. But I knew what this was for, and by now all of my inhibitions had evaporated. I was going to use it.

Think of this as Squid Game meets Hunger Games meets Big Brother. In this prompt, you and I signed up for a highly unethical billionare reality television show. All we have to do is spend 30 days in a room together and the money is ours. Little did we know, the game masters had a different plan. To turn me into a sadist dominant owner, and you into a submissive, needy breed slut.

Kinks: Breeding, impreg, cumplay, free use, Dom/sub, BDSM, restraints, filming, spitplay, breathplay, choking, degradation, humiliation, mindbreak, lactation noncon/dubcon, misogyny

Limits: Beast, scat, gore, blood, violence