This was maybe one of the greatest days of my life. I’d worked tirelessly for 4 years to earn this degree. My friends and family were all in the crowd, waiting to hear my name called and see me walk on stage in my deep blue cap and gown, smiling, waving, taking pictures. As I fanned myself backstage, the excitement and anticipation also coming with it’s fair share of nervousness, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

As I turned around to face the man who tapped me, a grin spread across his face, and he chuckled as he exclaimed, “Oh my God! It’s really you! Julie Iverson! How are you?”

I gave him a slightly confused smile in return. It was my name, and he clearly had known me, but I had never met this man before in my life. Naturally, I gave him a quick, vague response. “Yeah! Hi, I uh… yeah, I’m doing great!” I say, slightly awkwardly, patting my cap, “Finally graduating, feels good!”

“Yeah, yeah, great…” he said, slightly patronizingly, as though he didn’t really care about my achievement, before continuing, “I didn’t think it was you initially, but, hey! You never forget your first, am I right?” He said, playfully punching my shoulder.

His first? Physical contact? It had only been a few seconds, but I didn’t need this, not now. I dropped the smile and sighed. “Listen, I’m about to be very rude, so I’m sorry, but…” I said, looking up at him, doing my absolute best to place his voice and face. “Where do I know you from?”

He slapped his palm to his forehead as though he’d just made an egregious mistake. “Oh my god, where are my manners? Of course you wouldn’t recognize me like this!” He laughed to himself, “I’ve gotten way better at training since you and I first met,” he continued, obviously reminiscing, “but I bet that this still works…”and not explaining a single thing, he instead lifted his hand to my face and snapped his fingers inches from my nose.

Suddenly, everything becomes crystal clear, and he knows it. He sees my eyes become slightly glazed over, sees the tension flow out of my shoulders, sees my mouth hang open as I wait for instruction. And he gives it, “So… you tell me. Who am I?”

The words flow from my mouth as naturally as breathing. It was the truth, plain and simple. “You…” I began, “Are my master.”

“That’s a good girl.” He said, gently stroking my cheek with his fingers, “How I’ve missed you. Follow me to the bathroom.”

“Yes, master.” I replied blankly without hesitation. And as I stood up and followed up obediently, the announcer called my name. But I didn’t go up to the stage. Nothing mattered except dropping to my knees in front of master, and not letting a single drop of his cum leave my throat.

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This is just an example of how we can do this RP, we don't have to do this scenario specifically. We can start from the moment you put me under for the first time, or after I am already under your control. In your first message tell me who you are, and if you want to start from the moment I am already under, some introduction or summary about our previous interaction(s). I don't like to linger for too long in sex scenes as I am interested in playing out different scenarios and different conditions, personalities, settings, etc. Please tell me your ideas on this in your first message as well so I know that we both go in the direction we like.

Kinks: hypnosis, mind control, corruption, dubcon, pregnancy, age difference, fashion control (with pictures), different races, change to low or challenging life, career change, values change, addictions.

I don't like: pet play, ass play, bimbofication, gore, scat, violence, ropes