The crimson red velvet curtains stretched up into the black abyss of the apex of the tent, it formed a wall surrounding me. From the other side I can hear the showman voice of the Ringmaster, "Come one, come all, come in and be seated to see the world famous buxom bovine beauty of JT Finley's Night Circus. A creature of rare and peculiar talents which shall delight, amaze and titillate your darkest fantasies. For just one dollar you will see a woman who will submit herself eagerly and enthusiastically to such degradation and acts of disgrace that any respectable man might question her humanity!" His loud baritone voice rang out.

I'm not sure which would be worse, if the curtains opened up and there was row after row of empty seats; if all this training, the changes to my body, the punishments, and the embarrassment was for nothing. The Ringmaster had made it very clear to me when I got too heavy to be a trapeze artist anymore, I need to pull my weight and earn my spot with the carnival or I wasn't getting on the train to the next town. I couldn't let that happen, this carnival is all I've known since I ran away and joined it as a teenager, it's the only family I have in this world and the only way of life I know.

On the other hand, what if those curtains open and the crowd is packed to the rafters. How many eyes will be on me, how will they judge me, will the normal men and women be too disgusted to even watch? This is the worst stage fright I've ever experienced and I thought I was a hardened professional with years of performing under my belt. The Ringmaster seemed so sure this act will be a success but I just don't know, will people actually pay to see a woman debase herself in such perverse ways? There is a tiny miniscule part of me that is excited though; what if they love it, what if they cheer, what if the men love and desire me, what if those same men go home and wonder why their prudish wives won’t do the same things, what if the Ringmaster approves and finally tells me that I am a "good girl" and I deserve to stay?

There is a shaft of light and ruffle as the Ringmaster steps between the curtains and over to me, he offers a hand and I lean my cheek into the rough palm. When he is tender it makes me tingle so delightfully. "Are you ready?" He asks and I can only nod with all the butterflies in my stomach. The heavy iron manacle around my neck might just be for show, but it was the real deal, I think he had repurposed it from the lion tamer act. A thick chain weighed on my body and converged with the ones coming from the cuffs on my arms to a bolt on the rounded red and yellow platform I was kneeling on. The Ringmaster cues the stage crew and the off kilter music from the calliope begins, the velvet wall recedes and I am blinded by the spot lights, the Ringmaster kicks at the platform which rotates smoothly on a set of bearings, the world and I spin in a storm of applause.

I am looking for a roleplay partner who is interested in writing in the first person as the female character in a hucow based medium to long-term BDSM storyline. The setting is a traveling carnival that hosts adults only night acts during a mostly realistic unspecified pre-digital age. A loose outline of the story would include; a woman is gas lighted by a ringmaster character into submitting to a hucow training regiment, including body transformation and degradation/praise cycle to breakdown then build her back up, and then performs in a sideshow as she embraces her desire for exhibitionism of sex acts more for shock value than eroticism.

Looking to get really weird and dirty for this one and I think the carnival setting will provide a lot of opportunities for unique scenes. The kink list below is up for negotiation, consider it a menu you can choose from, the limits are not. If there are some things that you find really exciting let me know, one of my favorite aspects of collaborative story creating is writing for an audience of one. If you tell me what your buttons are I will mash them until they break. So if you interested please send a DM, not chat, and tell me what you found hot about the prompt, please include one cow based pun so I know you read everything. (Or "moo" if you can't think of a pun :P)

Kinks: Hucow, Exhibitionism, Body Modification, Gas-Lighting, Dominance/Submission, BDSM, ENF, Restraints, Cosplay, Degradation, Praise, Dirty Talk, Impact Play, Nipple Play/Torture, ANR, Milking/Lactation, Cumplay, Anal, Insertions, Dub-con, Pee Play, Face Sitting, Edging, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling/Bondage, Gloryhole, Free Use, Futa, Big Dicks

Limits: Underage, Gore/Blood, Scat, Vore, Rape