I’m not used to this, a date I actually have to dress up for. I’m usually more of a wash and go kind of person, but you’re taking me to one of the expensive restaurants in the city on a Friday night. I shave everything, take a couple hours applying my make up, and douse myself in the classiest perfume I own. I slip into a black dress with a lace back and low cut in the front (for what I believe is an inoffensive yet seductive amount of cleavage.) I throw a tiny black leather purse around my shoulder, dig out the only pair of heels I own, black of course, and get ready to leave. As I’m about to leave I catch myself in the mirror and my face gets hot…I would fuck me looking like this.

My dress rises in the front and I blush even more trying to focus on controlling myself, I can’t let you know how much of a whore I’ve been in the past, there’s a reason this is my first classy date. The other dates were mostly me being used as a overly willing fuck and chuck for any girl on tinder who could tell how easy I was. But not anymore, this is where it all changes.

I calm myself, adjust anything that got ruffled in my excitement and take a cab over.

The place is intimidating as soon as I’m through the door. I look far more alternative than most the folks there, and even though I tried my best…once my jacket comes off I’ll be showing the most skin by far. I’m nervous and walk up the hostess covering my chest with my arms crossed. She eyes me up and down with a look that I can’t figure out whether it’s lust or raw judgement. We don’t say a word as she brings me to your table. I sit down sheepishly with my jacket still on…you’re so hot and I showed up dressed like a whore, albeit a VERY expensive one….

This is where the fun begins! What I would like to happen is for you to try and make me more comfortable by making small talk you would on a first date, but it just so happens that after the first couple of questions…while you don’t mean to, you force me to give a way more of how slutty I am. Eventually you pick up on it and become more direct, asking me personal questions that are truly humiliating for me to answer in public.

Once you pick up on how easy of a score I am you take me back to your place, and again try and make more small talk that leads to us passionately making out. After the initial kiss you immediately get aggressively handsy with my body. I try to stay true to myself and move your hands away and even saying no, but you see through it. Suddenly I feel a zip tie tighten around my wrists.

After this, I’m all yours…

Thanks for reading this far! I know it’s a very guided prompt, but I still think there’s a lot of room to have fun and be creative! (especially once you have my wrists tied.) From there on, anything goes!

kinks: humiliation, degradation, kissing, touch, being groped, cnc, being photographed / filmed, exposure, bondage, free use, being objectified, manipulation, over stimulation

limits: scat, beast, underage, gore, surrealism, transphobia

prefer to chat with women or fem identifying people. No cis men!!! Don’t even shoot your shot the answer is no. And please give me details about yourself / character, don’t just say hey :)

Also it is so okay if you focus on me being trans, but avoid cliché pls! Especially the whole surprise element…it’s overdone

xoxo