I've had this idea bouncing around for a while, and I think it's ready. Could be a traditional fantasy setting, could be a more modern urban fantasy, but here's the jist.

Angels and demons are real. They come from their own planes, and we in the physical realm are caught in the middle. Sure, a majority of us humans (or other fantasy races) aren't really effected, but a number of us range from colateral to conscripted to volunteers.

Paladins are the human shock troops fighting on behalf of the celestial. But the diety that most have pledged to isn't some generic being of light or truth, but rather The Bound Goddess. The sect's texts tell the story that she was a being of near infinite power, but to save the world bound herself to her chosen warrior, focusing her power through him like a lense. Similarly, her Paladins bind angels to themselves, similarly focusing their power. Over the centuries this binding has become overt ownership, bound angels are more pets or tools than equals, and sexual toys and pets as much as weapons against the dark...or maybe that's the way it always was and the texts just romantisized it for the common people. Regardless, with such power at their hands, the Order of the Bound Goddess is the greatest strength the celestial powers have against the infernal. It's made for a misoginistic environment, where women of the order are expected to act as angels to their warriors. Where worship is carried out through reencting the binding of the Goddess. Many priestesses are bound and displayed in places of worship for hours if not days at a time.

It's accepted. It's encouraged. Maybe openly, maybe secretly, depending on the world we want to write in.

Enter my character. My character is a warrior, a survivor, but by all accounts, should never have been a Paladin. At this point being a Paladin is more inherited than earned. But I fought, and I won, and I survived...mostly. I'm an older grunt, first to the fight, and it seemed my luck ran out, when in fact fate was weaving me into her tapestry. I died, or almost died? Depends on perspective I guess. But I was there, on the celestial plane, staring at the Gates of Light. Gates that refused me entry and sent me back to the physical plane. I lived. And with my return, I was infused with powers generally reserved for those hand picked by the elite. Funny thing about those in power, they don't like sharing. But now here I was, warrior of order who was also an element of chaos in their perfectly structured assembly.

Something else happened that day. The gates closing wasn't entirely figurative. Celestial being were no longer coming to the physical plane. Those here, bound or not, remained, but no more could be called on. Many in that perfect order blamed me for that as well, and used it as an excuse not to grant me a rank clearly deserved. I didn't care about rank, but I cared about stagnation. I was given more, I wanted to do more. Anything less would be a waste.

One particular night as I was contemplating that, the stronghold I was assigned was raided by demons. Not uncommon. There's a reason a stronghold was built there. The attack was rebuffed with minimal casualties, but as I watch the retreat, I see your charcter, unconcious and left behind.

She was clearly a demoness of some power. I don't want to dive too deep into who or what, that's for you. But she's some Demon Lord, maybe of renown, maybe not. I'm struck with an idea. If I can't bind an angel to me, what about a demon? People speak of fallen angels all the time, what about a risen demon? I instruct her to be brought to the cells. Not uncommon, but then I go to the forge. It takes the remainder of the night, but there I craft bracer sized cuffs for ankles and wrists, and a collar. Forged of Pure Steel. Any true Paladin would know how to craft such.

You awake in your cell, reinforced with similar metal, I sit opposite the bars. "They want to unmake you. Not execute you, no then you'd just lose your physical form and wake up back home. They want to unmake you. I have a different solution. I gesture towards a knapsack in your cell. Inside my creations. You can feel the pulse of celestial energy. It's...a good pain. The thought of that against your skin sends a rush through you. You've dealt with this metal before, most Paladin weapons and armor are made of it. It futzes with infernal powers while amping the celestial. "Wear these, become bound to me, and live. Who knows, maybe you'll manage to escape sooner or later. But if you don't taccept this gift, prepare for oblivion."

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Thoughts so far? I'm excited. I'm sure most readers here see where this is going. Your character slowly embraces where she's at, that she's his, while her demonic appearance gradually takes on a more divine look. Not quite angelic, something like wings of steel, horns of light? I don't know, we'll get there. More important, our character work through their mutual trials, growing closer, and eventually topling the old guard. I can't imagine undoing the entire Order, but changing its direction? Maybe that's why the gates were closed?

I've tried to keep the world open enough that if there are details you'd like to include we can.

Particular kinks on my mind include: D/s, D/s community interaction, bondage, stripping, spanking, marking, corruption (cutting both ways), biting, licking, slutty fantasy apparel, sexualized magic, body transformation, protocol, sword and sorcery, quasi-con to eager obedience, and plenty more I'm sure.

Limits: Minors beast, scat, blood, sexualized violence.

I'm currently planning on 1st person. I'm terrible at checking chat, so stick to those envelopes. Tell me more about kinks or story elements you want to include, but don't tell me much about your character beyond appearance, if our characters have a history, and how known she is. Don't even tell me her name yet. Want to write my discovery of her organically.