(I have other prompts posted that you can see here. They're all open as well or if you have an original prompt or a chat you would like to do, that would also be great.)

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My parents were honest, hard working people. Blue collar workers in the lower middle class. It turns out that my mother suffered from a strange genetic disorder that prevents her from being able to give birth. After exhausting all options, IVF, surrogates, even adoption, my parents could not end up having a child of their own. They researched into how they can get around this issue and stumbled upon a strange, ethically questionable organization.

They booked a meeting at one of their locations in a large city a few hours away. It had some sinister, yet professional undertones to it, but they were desperate so they proceeded. This institution was working on some experimental, yet unethical treatments that aided in my mother's quest to have her own children. The only stipulation is that by signing a contract here, you have to yield the rights of your second child to them. That's how I ended up under their custody. They battled with the idea emotionally for several months and finally caved.

A year of treatment resulted in my mother getting pregnant with my older sister. A few years after that and yet more time in treatment, I was born. The contract they signed promised that they would have to raise me until I was the age of eighteen, then I would be shipped off and left. In the time before I was given up, my parents provided me with lots and lots of love. My sister was over it, but she loved me like a sibling would. Perhaps they gave me more attention than her since they knew what would happen to me. Eventually, she learned about it too and decided to be extra nice as well, but at what cost?

I was finally given away a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday. They didn't tell me where I was going or what would happen until I got there. Visitation was granted, yet they slowly withheld the right after a year in order to distance me from them. For years and years, they were to train me to be the perfect pet for whoever would have me.

Just two months in, I finally had my first "mommy." They were kind in our first meeting, but proved to be masochistic and demanding. I couldn't help but fall behind, so she returned me shortly after. In my time here, I have been rented, bought, and returned several times to various "mommies" who each had their own sick and twisted ideas of how to deal with such a tender and vulnerable young man. Needless to say, I have been scarred, having never found the perfect fit. Throughout this time, I've developed clear abandonment issues, but the institution doesn't really provide help for that. They're only concerned about making money.

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In this rp, I'd like to play as someone who has lived through the training that this fictional institution. I've suffered through a handful of buyers, but was always returned due to not meeting their expectations in one way, shape, or form. Here's where you come in. After being recently returned, I am selected or interviewed to become yours. As sort of a live in servant/play thing, I would be asked to carry out many tasks. This can range from normal errands or chores all the way to pleasuring you.

I hope this can be a long term rp. I love to really develop and flesh out character interaction. Nuance in how we might act is always fun to explore and create. This can go in so many ways and I'd love to see what happens. I prefer a more gentle/mommy like domme, but of course there can be some leeway. We can even play it so that I get sent back and forth to the institution and new buyers.

A little about me as a role player, I prefer to write in paragraph style prose in the first person. Often, I will send one to three paragraphs per message, normally dependent on the pace of the story. Overall, I can be pretty descriptive. I like to believe that I'm pretty literate and very consistent in how I write and play.

One last thing. I understand that we are all normal people and life happens. I may go a few hours between responses, but I always respond when I can. I also understand that you have a life yourself, so if you do the same, that's completely okay.

My kinks include, but are not limited to, (gentle) femdom, kissing/spit/lips, older/tall/strong women, pegging, romance, lactation, sweat/scent play, feet and more that can manifest themselves as we play. Lately I've also been sort of interested in feminization stuff and I would love to explore it as well. Including any and all of these would be great, but not at all necessary. We're all individuals with preferences and interests and I'm happy to discuss what you're into as well.

Limits are generally anything extremely harsh, mean, or gross. No scat, vomit, blood, extreme humiliation degradation, extreme pain. If we come across something that makes me uncomfortable, I'll let you know.

I hope to hear from you soon!