They were friends for years. Residual feelings had always lingered, and she had spent most of her life fawning over him, putting him on a pedestal, bending over backwards to accomodate him, propell him and his dreams. Put him first through everything. There was always chemistry between them, their common friend group meant they were always being teased and paired together. At some point, she had decided to simply tell him what she feel, and if the answer was positve, nothing could be better.

But things changed, very quickly at that. Before she got around to saying anything, he got himself a girlfriend, who was toxic and jealous and hounded him away- leadin to broken friendships, lost promises and a year-long heartbreak which moulded her into a different person. Still headstrong and competitive, it taught her to put herself first, and then anyone else. Nobody else that she met could hold a candle to him, and nobody could incite the same depth of feelings in her that he did, but that was a closed chapter now, one that she would be loathe to revisit.

Fate, however had different plans. Or was it him doing the planning? She wouldn’t know, but soon enough, she found him waltzing back into her life, all traces of subtlety forgotten. Despite having not spoke to each other in years, he was touchy and possessive, pretending that the void that was all these years never existed. He forced his way into her life, firmly eatablishing himself into every aspect of it. Tweaking, manipulating, forcing, he used all the means possible to ensure that she stayed with him, remained dependent on him, because he had lost her once and he would ensure she never dare leave again. —///—-

Thats the prompt. Entangle me in a web so intricate, I don’t have any chances to escape. Maybe manipulate a few legal documents, or milk a bad situation( that you may or may not have a hand in creating) and force me to tether myself to you, both legally and normally. Put a collar on me, with your name on it. Make me advertise that I am yours. Brand me as your whore, tattoo me up. Make me sign marriage papers and say out loud that I would always be yours. Torment me for leaving you, punish me for the years of silence and separation- as if all of it was my fault. Treat me like a treasured jewel, one you would lock up and keep away from greedy eyes- always remind me that the best I could be is yours.

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Requirements: please be 21 ( both M and F writers are welcome) Please be literate, and detailed, descriptive. I want quality writing so the ERP doesn’t fall flat or become boring. Be a creative dominant, but also be soft. Discord. An effort in your replies. Send me a message with a little bit about you, your kinks and a description of the character you would like to play. The password is Trollpop.

Kinks: BDSM, Bondage, spanking, erotic kisses, public play, ownership signs, TPE, rules, punishments, collars and leashes, humiliation, degradation, body writing, name calling, angry sex, heated makeout sessions, outfit control, bondage under outfits, erotic painplay, gags, blindfolds, eye contact, possessive partners, height difference, some ddlg themes/ caregiving, forehead kisses, CNC themes, knife play, exhibitionism, fear play.

Limits: Scat. Gore. Pregnancy. Cheating. Incest. 10 year Age Gaps.