I had plotted this idea up with someone but they ghosted, but I liked the idea quite a bit and am hoping someone else would like to play it out.

Potentially long term, kind of expecting a slow burn on this one.

Opening post below if you prefer “show don’t tell” (:

I’ll play with any people and characters of any gender; this concept could work with any.

Basic idea is your char starts seeing my char (a psychiatrist) for something you determine, could be something sex-related or not even at all. Perhaps they come willingly because of unrelated problems in their career? Relationship issues? Closeted/suppressed feelings around kink, sexual orientation, crossdressing, etc? Perhaps they’re court ordered for treatment due to a certain diagnosis?

It will likely end up with your character as some kind of willing slave-type. Themes to go with this could be general sexual slavery, pet play, feminization, bimbofication, dollification, hypnosis, mindbreak, general bondage, etc. There’ll be plenty of (pseudo)psychological exploration of course.

Top kinks are: cumdump/cumflation, beasts/monsters, mindbreak, dubcon, light bondage to total immobilization, gangbangs, objectification, human furniture, free use, others I can’t think of at the moment.

My limits are: blood/gore, toilet play, incest, snuff, vore.

Opener below. If you’re interested, shoot me a message or chat! Prefer kik or Discord for rping, and I write in 3rd person (but don’t care what you write in).

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Lothaire scowled faintly as he looked down at his schedule, which was written in an immaculate hand. He had a new patient coming today, someone who he’d accepted only because the previous three referrals had turned the patient away, and because he owed the local police chief a favor.

His eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. Tick, tick. It was about a minute to 5 in the evening.

Lothaire was a curious fellow. His presence was immediately intimidating, foreboding even, though with a keenness of wit and a measured air of scrutiny reminiscent of a predator quietly calculating the precise moment to act.

His features were sharp, and his manner of dress sharper. If Dracula had a modern day incarnation, Lothaire would be it, with a strong nose and forehead, a default frown, silvery eyes, and somewhat long, jet black locks parted at the side and draped elegantly over one shoulder. His stature was tall and well built, but not excessively so. Age was difficult to guess - perhaps in his late 40s or so.

The man stood from his desk and scooped his jacket up off the back of the chair, slipping it on and adjusting it with the fussiness of one who cared deeply for details. Then he picked up his clipboard and set it by one of the armchairs, before striding purposefully towards the door.

Right at 5 pm, he opened the door to the waiting area, his gaze settling upon the newcomer.

“Welcome, Mr./Ms./Mrs./Mx.______.” His voice was a soothing baritone, his accent foreign but indeterminable. “Please, come in.”

He swept a hand to the side in greeting, closing the door behind the patient before gesturing towards the pair of seats waiting for them.