I knew from the way you looked at me, you despised me. It’s because of how I treated you when you were young. I was older than you, and would make fun of you. Calling you shy, tiny, weird, and making fun of how all of your friends looked.

How things have changed. No longer that shy, little weird girl, you kept your petite build but have grown into your own. You're in college, you're taking better care of yourself. Amazing ass and breasts for your small frame. Stylish hair. Natural beauty. You don’t even need makeup to make all the other girls jealous. Jealous of your looks as well as having a body they wished they had.

But the way you were treated did take its toll on your confidence. Despite being a girl who makes others jealous, you have always been reluctant to take advantage of your looks. I know from the guys you’ve gone out with that you’re fairly inexperienced, and that you often pull away once guys get too close to you. I’ve heard all about how you don’t believe a word they say when they speak about how hot you are.

I know I’m the reason you’re this way. I put in the most work to ruin your confidence. To make fun of your looks. I’m the reason you don’t believe a word guys say. I'm the reason that you don't believe you're beautiful. I should feel bad. But I don’t. I’m proud that you don’t believe a word they say. I’m happy you reject others. I’m happy you’re inexperienced. Because now, you’re the one I want.

There’s just that little problem of how you absolutely despise me. But that’s no worry. I have absolutely no problem using a little bit of blackmail to force you to do what I want. It’s okay if you resist. I will not give up until I make you mine. I will have you, by any means necessary.

In the end, everything worked out perfectly. You haven’t learned what to look out for with guys since you’ve never gone that far with a man. You’re perfect to mold. Who better than me, the one who said all those things to you to take your confidence, to be the one who gives you back that confidence? Who else could prove that all those things about you are no longer true?

I’m the perfect man to heal you from this complex you’ve had your whole life. The complex I gave you. I could be the one to make you feel whole again. I could be the one to save you. And I could use that new high you’re on to wrap you around my finger.

I’m looking for partners to play out this dub-con prompt idea! I’m open to suggestions regarding the idea for the “blackmail” used against you. If you don’t want to choose, I would be glad to give you a few different ideas you can select from.

This is intended to be very cerebral. My character is not going to be directly or physically forcing you, as his intent is to corrupt your mind. Anything less than being physically aggressive is on the table.

If interested, feel free to message me with any questions or ideas!