Hi all,

I wanted to explore the concept of a pretty, young woman forcibly compelled into a marriage with someone she's never met along with heavy themes of bondage of fetish gear. If you'd be interested in playing a dominant character(s) in this type of scenario, please read the following excerpt to get an idea of what I'm thinking:

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I had no idea where I was. I'd been delivered to this stuffy, cramped room several hours before gagged, blindfolded and restrained. Since then, a half dozen women had fawned and fussed over me to my dismay. I had been allowed to watch the proceedings from my bound state in a chair via a mirror. Muffled squeals as my hair had been colored and cut turned into gagged wails as my nude crotch had been painfully waxed. I had no agency in any of these proceedings.

Things had abruptly shifted into a more frenzied state when a pair of brawny men in tuxedos entered the room. Their vague resemblance hinted that they were related. Immediately, they moved to release me from my restrained state. I wasn't to be free though as they stood me up for further indignities. A white silk blouse was draped over my torso. Not so bad, all things considered. But that was to be a mere base layer. A trio of attendants brutally laced a white leather corset around my midsection. Next was the most repulsive set of undergarments I'd ever seen: a white satin thong with a purpose-made opening that aligned with my freshly waxed slit. An inscription embroidered in cursive pink thread over the crotch exclaimed, "I do!"

The men then worked in tandem to feed my arms into a bizarre set of white leather sleeves. I couldn't understand its purpose until it was too late. Eventually, my arms were arranged in a snug self hug so that my upper limbs were forcibly bent. Then women then set about the arduous task of lacing up white thigh-high boots on my legs. I gained several inches in height, but the ridiculous arch made me constantly reliant on the pair of men to keep me upright. To make matters worse, a thin silver chain linked together my ankles. A skirt of white rubber was applied from my waist to my ankles to further reduce my mobility. A small mass of white leather was pulled over my head. An ovular opening exposed my eyes and face, but kept my gagged mouth hidden. The strange little hood was laced snugly. Lastly, a stiff leather collar was buckled around my neck. It forced my head to tilt slightly upward and prevented me from turning in any direction. The women completed my look by applying eye makeup, blushing my cheeks and carefully arranging my hair through twin holes in a pigtail fashion. 

A female voice in the room announced, "It's time." Without hesitation, the men at my sides firmly gripped my elbows and compelled me forward. They mostly had to carry me, dragging my feet, as my mincing steps would be no match for their long, masculine strides. In seconds we emerged from the room into what appeared to be the foyer of a chapel. The sound of feminine giggling assaulted me. A group of women in chic gowns couldn't contain their laughter at the sight of me. A man in a suit begins snapping what felt like dozens of images of me from every conceivable angle with a high-end camera. He then scurried ahead through a set of double doors from which I heard the low murmur of a crowd. Suddenly a woman aged in her 70's dressed in a fashionable cream suit with floral accents appeared before me. My nervous eyes looked down at her for a moment before she spoke to the pair of men. 

"Make sure she gets up there," came a low, determined voice. "The little harlot's boots have magnets in them, so just make sure she's standing on the metal plate up there." One of the men sighed. "Alright, Ma. We got it." The woman appeared annoyed, but turned and headed through the double doors. This time they remained open. As I saw the little old lady grab her seat, an organ began to tap out the Bridal Chorus. The creaking of pews could be heard as scores of people in attendance rose and what felt like hundreds leering faces turned to gaze at me. The dynamic duo holding me upright pulled me forward...

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If you've made it this far, thank you. I apologize for rambling, but had some very particular elements in mind. I hope this gives a clear idea of what I had in mind. Obviously, all that's up for interpretation and collaboration with a partner. Among the things to be figured out:

1. Why is an arranged marriage necessary? Is this something traditionally done in the groom's wealthy family? Does he have kinky tastes and is therefore unable to find a willing bride? Was there a previous, unarranged marriage that went awry so his family has arranged a more suitable match? A combination of the above?
2. Who is the victim bride? Does she possess some physical characteristics desired by the groom? Someone who specifically caught this man's eye? A woman who would not be missed (working in a menial job, a student, a street person)?

I'd like to focus primarily on the wedding ceremony and consummating their marriage . If we're up for it, we could explore the newlywed's post-wedding lifestyle. Is the groom kind to his new bride or does he plan on using her captive status to his full advantage? 

If any of the concepts mentioned above intrigue you, drop me a message. Chat is unreliable for me. I'd like to explore this on either Reddit PMs or Discord. Since this isn't fully plotted out I'd like to be able to develop some details collaboratively before jumping in. Hope to hear from some folks.