Hi, thank you for clicking on my prompt. Personally, I’m on the "rougher, darker" side of kinks and roleplays. I'm a huge sucker for non-con, abuse humiliation, etc. even though I don’t mind going for a more consensual play, I’m not particularly a fan of Vanilla. With that information on the table I’d like to propose a plot, which is open for some tweaking of course. Or, if you have any other plot you’re dying to play out, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m happy to think along!

Plot <3

Over the summer I started working at a bakery, to finance my college tuition. As a twenty year-old you aren't the most financially independent. The shop looked cute enough and they were the only place hiring. While I wasn't familiar with baking, I had an eye for details. Decorating pastries shouldn't be a problem. Especially since I was an art major. Design and aesthetics were a big part of my personality.

I had no idea that behind all those carefully-crafted delicacies, there was a slob of a man. Looking like you ate more pastries, than you made them. You were a total, obsessive creep and a filthy pervert. Yet, you were a master in your craft. As an art major I respected you. I couldn't blame an artist for being passionate about his work.

Respect however, turned into adoration. There was nothing hotter than watching a man be good at his work. Drooling at the sight of you kneading your dough. My nipples poking through my apron, imagining how it would feel to have those strong, greasy hands kneading my buns. The more I worked at your shop, the more I longed to be your next artpiece. I wanted to be your sweet pastry.

It didn't take long. It started with you occasionally squeezing my cheeks, while working. But it quickly escalated with me being dragged to the back, getting various pastries fucked down my throat. 'Since a true pastry-chef, should know the taste of her ingredients.' You said. Getting strapped down onto your workbench as you filled my buns to the brim with whipped cream, before plugging it with your cock, stroking my hair softly as you told me you'd turn me into a great pastry-chef, but an even better pastry-slut.

I was turning into your sweet, sticky pastry. Your little, creamy project and all I could do was thank you for sharing your passion with me. From one artist to another. 'Thank you, daddy.'

Information

Alright, that’s about it. I’m happy to change aspects or even create other plots. Point is, I’m open for a lot of kinks. in my opinion this plot can get as extreme and dark as possible, within the guidelines of course, yet I have to find the right partner. Also, a little about myself to wrap this entire thing up. I’m a detailed writer, writing around 2-3 paragraphs. I have many kinks and I'm happy to explore more. Hope to see you soon. Kisses~