You’re more beautiful than I’d imagined, even bloody and chained to the wall the aura of power around you is undeniable. I’d heard stories of course, but I assumed much like the legends around you they were exaggerated. It gives me pause. If the stories of your beauty are true, could the stories of your achievements be just as true? Could you really be that strong?

Well, even if you were strong before, you aren’t now. My mages have seen to it. Even from the hall, looking through the small slit window set in the solid door, I can feel the crackle of ozone from their binding spells around you. No, if you were mighty now you’re simply a prisoner.

Now you’re mine.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, m’lady.” My clerk, a slim male who wears spectacles for reasons I’ll never understand, my magicians tell me repairing his eyes would be a matter of a simple spell, and is perpetually dressed like an undertaker speaks up and not for the first time.

I look over at him, trying to look exasperated, but knowing my green eyes are glittering mostly with amusement, “You think anything short of me sitting on the throne all day and sipping wine is a bad idea.” I say, reaching over and patting his shoulder. It’s not much of a reach. He’s my height and I’m unusually tall for a Clan female.

“I disagree, m’lady, drinking wine all day would cause ill health.” He sighs, taking off his spectacles and polishing them on the hem of his long black jacket, “I do wish you’d take a less…” He pauses, no doubt trying to think of a politically correct way to put it, “interactive approach in this case.”

“Let the interrogators have all the fun? Pshh.” I wave my hand derisively, looking back through the window set in the door. You’re stirring sluggishly, and I smile at that realization, “Now stop hovering and let me play with our guest here.” I reach for the lock on the door, pulling the bolt back. It sends a light tingle up my arm. If someone had touched it who shouldn’t the tingle would have been a debilitating shock from the spells placed on it. I didn’t get to where I was by having cut rate magicians or letting prisoners escape, after all.

The clerk sighs theatrically, stepping back, “As you wish, your guards and I shall be right outside.” He gives a little bow and I drop him a wink. Without another word I open the door and quietly slip into the room to face you.

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I’m looking for someone to do a longish term role play, at least as long as it would take to tell the story, in a setting that's either fantasy/magic or modern/alt-history with magic. The story in this case would start off with your character recently captured. How did he end up there? What is he known for? I’ll leave that up to you. After all, it's practically a novel up there and world building with a partner should be collaborative so I'm giving you room to shape it within a set of confines dictated by the prompt! Like that really annoying but hot creative writing professor in college, but unlike her, I want this to be full of smut.

I’m hoping to meet someone literate, creative, and who enjoys a bit of playful banter to write and be a bit naughty with. Ideally this person (hopefully you) would be male, over 21, switch, enjoy the concept of writing a man being dominated by the reigning queen as much as he’d enjoy the idea of finally breaking free and getting his hands on that queen. You can see why I think this might be long term. I’d love to find a way to play both scenarios, preferably after she’s tortured him a bit he turns the tables.

I’d prefer writing on a shared google document or via email. Reddit messaging is fine for getting to know each other and seeing if we click in the literary sense but my inbox is chaotic enough without including my pervy fiction.

My kinks: FemDom, Male-Dom, Switchyness, non-con, light torture, detailed descriptions, extensive vocabularies used liberally, and a turgid, big, throbbing sense of humor.

Limits: Messages that say “Hey, sup? HMU.”, beastiality, people who don’t like books