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From Create Your Own Story
Intro:
Intro includes 3 sides. Intro to the character and pain. Intro to the character and humiliation. Intro to the character and sexual link.
Unlike what some might hope, this will not be 100% sexual. Pain can be inflicted without sex and without sexual body parts. Humiliation can be inflicted without sex, nudity, or other sexually related behaviors. Nudity can be present without sex or sexuality.
Intro:
Story start: Simple character introduction, bringing up subjects of character enjoying pain and humiliation, rather than hating them.
Pain
Humiliation
Sexuality
Story start:
Job: escort
fast food example cashier example True to nature Better money than traditional employment Working almost all the time, as character enjoys her work Work involved simple things, like fake dates. Work can also involve intense things, like fulfillment of sexual fantasy.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_BDSM - Reference
www.howtobecomeanescort.net/ - Reference
Ageplay
Daddy play
Client is the daddy, I am the daughter. Some is sexual, some is not. Can use the common "Oh daddy, I didn't mean to be bad. Please don't spank me." or the "Daddy, it feels funny when you touch me there." Can include spanking, being sent to the corner, or trying to act like a real daughter (within a limited time). May also include young girl appropriate dress and hairstyle.
Mother play
Client is the son, I am the mother. Some is sexual, some is not. Character will avoid punishing the bad boy, but is open to breastfeeding (Simulated, since character does not lactate), sexual play, and other play.
Animal play
Cat play
Character will be a cat. Possibly one in heat. May or may not involve costume. Client can pet the cat, or mount the cat. Some petting may exceed the non-sexual play, ending in groping. Possible play on words with "pawing".
Dog play
Please see puppy play
Horse play
Please see pony play
Anal torture
Dry anal sex or anal object insertion. Could be linked with figging, or use of other substances that introduce burning sensations.
Auctioned off
Non-nude and nude auctions. Stocks, or other bindings. Sold to highest bidder, used for their satisfaction rather than clients. Could include simple domestic chores and be non-sexual, but would need a reason why someone is willing to pay escort rates to watch character do the dishes. Will probably be more humility oriented, the feeling of being sold off as an object, rather recognized as a person.
Bad pain
Reactions to, how character stopped the behavior, maybe stories of escort jobs gone bad that resulted in this
Bastinado
This is a new one to me. Wonder how I can make this into a story.
The act of whipping the sub's feet, usually the sub would be tied up to restrict movement as the torture is being inflicted; part of impact play.
Possibly during binding? An alternative to whipping of the butt or thighs? Still not sure how to work this in.
My eyes opened wide as I felt something hit the bottom of my feet. Instead of a strike to the ass, like I had expected, and longed for, I found the whip across my feet. How did that make me feel? Maybe I will need to try this in real life, see what it feels like, before I can really write about it. Seems like it would be less painful, although would cause more issues, since a thoroughly whipped ass results in you hobbling alot while trying to move, and a desire to not sit down. Would be completely different if it was on your feet, because it would hurt with each step you take.
Okay, after reading up on this more, while it can be painful, it is aimed more at the humiliation aspect, since shoes are one type of social-cultural representations of standing in society. After all, you normally associate barefoot with either the poor, who cannot even afford shoes, or to others that you view as inferior, like the term "barefoot and pregnant", meaning that the woman's only role is to make sure she maintains her man's happiness.
One interesting note:
Foot whipping hereby comprises a drastic aggravation of forcing a person to expose his or her bare feet as part of a punishment and the underlying significance thereof. By making the highly pain susceptible soles of a barefooted person the target for inflicting physical punishment, a usually private section of the body is forcefully accessed. As the person is of course unable to evade the beatings, a critical sphere of his or her privacy is repeatedly invaded, which underlines an especially disproportionate imbalance in power. As a result, a by nature entirely defenseless prison inmate often feels particularly intimidated and victimized by this specific form punishment.
Description of the pain of this is:
When thin and flexible instruments are used the immediate experience of pain is described as acutely stinging and searing. The instant sensations are disproportionally intense compared to the applied force and reflexively radiate through the body. The subsequent pain sensations of a succession of strokes are often described as throbbing, piercing or burning and gradually ease off within a few hours. A slightly stinging or nagging sensation often remains perceptible for a couple of days, especially while walking.
As the nerve endings under the soles of the feet do not adapt to recurring sensations or impacts, the pain reception does not alleviate through continuous beatings. On the contrary the perception of pain is further intensified over the course of additional impacts through the activation of nociceptors. Over a sequence of impacts applied with nearly constant force the perception of pain is therefore progressively intensifying until a maximum level of activation is reached. For that reason a facile impact can already cause an acute pain sensation after a certain number of preceding strokes.
Some mental notes also:
Seizing and withholding the footwear from a person in a situation of imprisonment, which is commonplace in many countries, often has a disconsolating and victimizing effect on the individual. As bare feet are traditionally regarded as a token of subjection and captivity, the unaccustomed and largely reluctant exposure is often perceived as humiliating or oppressive. The increased physical vulnerability by having to remain barefoot often leads to trepidation and the feeling of insecurity. This measure alone can therefore already cause significant distress.
This circumstance is usually aggravated if the bare feet are the target for corporal punishment. The feet are typically hidden away and protected by footwear in most social situations, hereby avoiding unwanted exposure. Therefore, the enforced exposure for the purpose of punishment is mostly perceived as a form of harassment. The obligatory restraints further add to the anxiety and humiliation of the captive.
Any form of methodical corporal punishment typically causes a high level of distress through the inflicted pain and the experience of being defenseless and unable to evade the situation. The mostly occurring loss of composure during the punishment as well as the experience of weakness and vulnerability often permanently damages a person’s self-esteem.
Beating the undersides of a person's feet moreover conveys an especially steep imbalance in power between the executing party towards the receiving individual. A rather private area of the body, which traditionally remains covered or not visible in the presence of other people, is forcibly exposed and beaten. This act represents a blunt intrusion into the sphere of personal privacy and an according elimination of personal boundaries. By this means the receiving person experiences his or her individual powerlessness against the executing authority in a particularly manifest way. This experience can also change or deconstruct the individual's self-perception and self-awareness.
Bondage
Will have many cases of this, from partial (handcuffing) to full
wow, lots and lots of subtypes of bondage.
Bondage for a purpose
Definitely
Decorative bondage
Definitely
It would be interesting to be publicly bound, used as a centerpiece for a party. Then again, it would also be interesting to actually be used at a party too...
Torture bondage
Definitely
Film bondage
Eh, not sure
Meditative bondage
Umm, no. Makes no sense in terms of the character. Not unless she ends up with some strange Japanese client. But even if the client viewed it in this manner, character would not.
Breast bondage
Actually, looking into this, it isn't what I thought. I like the idea of the use of this, especially in public settings, where the breast bondage is done over the clothes, rather than under. This turns a simple shirt into something much more risque, since the ropes or other bondage equipment purposely wraps around the breasts, holding the shirt in tight and putting the breasts on prominent display.
wipipedia.org/index.php/Breast_bondage
Ropes are tied around the base of each breast, causing the breasts to bulge outwards. Usually, the same rope is used for both breasts so that the rope harness is automatically held together at the front. The rope may then also be fixed behind the back, to make a sort of bra. For this to work, the tied person needs large breasts; it is rarely possible to do it to a man.
Another technique is to put a rope round the torso just above the breasts, and another one just below them, then push the ropes together to squeeze the breasts from the top and bottom, as shown in the image "Intricate rope breast bondage". This can be done instead of, or as well as, the other method. A rope can also be passed over the shoulders and between the breasts, drawing the rope above and below the breasts together, then pass back over the shoulders to the knots at the back. The primary rope can be used to place cinches between the arms and the body.
Apart from the visual appearence of the breasts being lifted, the pressure that is applied results in a reduction in blood flow, and a further swelling and firming of the breasts. This makes them very sensitive, especially the nipples and sorrounding areas, and it can be quite pleasurable when they are stimulated.
Conversely, if nipple clamps are used, the nipples will be particularly sensitive to this and the degree of pain significantly greater. Rubber bands around the breasts have also been used with breast bondage to increase this effect still further, but can lead to a dangerous restriction in blood flow.
I wasn't quite sure what to think.
"Take off your pants please," he told me. I looked at him, then took them off, not bothering to be sensual about it. I was confused about his intentions.
"Stand here," he told me. For our date, he asked me to wear a T-Shirt without a bra. My bottoms didn't matter, so I wore a pair of cross slash, faded blue, jeans. "Arms up," he told me. I held my arms up as instructed. He grabbed a rope, and proceeded to wrap it around my breasts, and between my legs. The rope lifted my breasts, pushing them upward, and squeezed them, pulling them closer together. It was not uncomfortable, but a bit awkward. The rope went over my left breast, between, and down, under my right breast. After going behind my back, it went under my left breast, between them and over my right. The rope was wrapped under the bonds, then brought over my shoulders, helping to hold it up. As a finale, he wrapped it around my waist, then between my legs, right across my pussy. Once he was finished tying it, he told me to put on my pants.
I walked over to the mirror, noticing pretty quickly that the rope running between my legs rubbed each time I moved. It was not painful, but it also...stimulated...my pussy. Standing in front of the mirror, I studied it. The rope somehow made my breasts appear...larger. Maybe that wasn't the word. Held up and out, they made them more pronounced, and the rope itself drew further attention to it. Lower, the rope disappeared into my jeans. I turned, and was surprised to see how much the ropes made my breasts stand out. "So, ready to go ice skating?" He said, a grin on his face. I realized suddenly what was about to happen. With the rope binding my breasts like this, they would draw every eye. Since he didn't warn me about where were were going, I didn't bother bringing a coat. I mean, who needed a coat when it was eighty degrees outside? I could already see the outline of my nipples through my shirt. There, in the middle of an ice rink, my nipples would be much more...rigid. And, the stimulation between my legs was already noticeable slowly walking across a room. What would it be like when skating around! Oh my god, it would be torture. Very public torture.
I was always getting wet thinking about it. It became even worse when I realized my breasts were starting to get sensitive...
Breath control
Definitely will have this in some of the pages.
His hands close on my throat, air suddenly gone. I cannot take a breath. Tears fill my eyes, and my lungs burn, crying out for oxygen. The edge of my vision starts getting fuzzy. My mind screams out in pain, in sweet, bitter agony. I feel the rush, the tingling, the rapturous torture, as my vision starts to fade. The world disappears in black haze, until it is obliterated.
The hands release my throat, and sweet, sweet breath, sweet sweet pain, floods in. Like little needles, pricking me everywhere. Spots swim before my eyes, the world fading in and out, before finally coming to into view.
I find myself looking through the world sideways, where I fell, collapsed from the strain of the loss of breath. His fingers, now loose on my throat, twitch, waiting to squeeze again. "Are you ready for more," he asks.
My lips whisper yes as he pulls me back up, fingers tightening again.
Butt plug
Even more fun when forced to use while on a date
The client had specifically requested me to insert a butt plug, and to keep it in during the duration of our date. It felt strange walking around with it inside me. I found myself sitting very carefully, moving slower than normal. It felt like everyone knew by the way I walked that I had it in. After all, since I took the case, and it was a listed requirement, I had to honor that, even if he would not be able to prove it. Well, at least while we were out in public. I still was not sure if he wanted something after the social event.
He handed me a strange thing. It sort of looked like some animal tail, but with a rubbery attachment. It started out as a gentle, rounded point, and widened as it went down. After widening a bit, it narrowed again, then flattened against the base of the tail part.
"What is this for?" I asked him.
"It is your tail," he replied. "How can you be a (cat/dog/etc) without a tail?"
"Yes, but...how do I use it?" I could not figure out how I would be able to wear a tail like this.
"This part goes in your ass," he said, pointing to the rubbery attachment.
I suddenly understood, and found myself blushing and cringing at the same time. I was supposed to put the rubbery part up my ass so a tail hung outside of it.
Suddenly, I wasn't as sure if I was willing to be his pet...
Chastity
Eh, not as interesting. We will see if I use
Cock and ball torture
lol, the character is a female sub, so...no, not unless someone wants to create a male character. Let me know if you do, and I will split the pages appropriately.
Collared
Definitely: daddys-doll.blogspot.tw/2014/07/different-types-of-collars-and-their.html
I opened the box, and inside rested a leather collar with a ring in the front. It was not what I expected, an elegant dress for a night out with a course, brown leather collar and ring. I already knew he would require me to wear one, but I was expecting some lace collar or chain collar, not this. I couldn't even tell if it was a real dom collar, or if it was a collar bought at the pet store. I could already feel eyes on me, and I hadn't even put it on. My hands shook as I took it out of the box, undid the clasps, and slipped it around my neck. The contrast was sure to draw attention, and I wondered how many people would see, and wonder why I was wearing this, and how many would see, and know what it was for. At least he hadn't attached a leash.
We then ordered, from a menu where the cheapest item was over $100, as I sat there in my elegant black dress and brown dog collar.
Consensual non-consensuality
No. Character will also give clear boundaries, since she is not in a relationship. All partners will be clients, not relationship partners. As long as a client stays within the boundaries, everything he or she does can fall within this range, but yeah, clear "what you can do" vs. "what you can't do". Everything else will be forced on character.
Contract
No, just no. Again, there may be some repeat customers she is more familiar with, but there will be no contracts.
Dungeon
Sure, there will probably be some.
List from: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_BDSM_equipment. Putting it here because a dungeon will contain many different types of equipment, depending on the players kink.
Restraints
Armbinder - a harness designed to bind the arms and/or hands to each other or to the body, usually behind the back
Anal hook - a smooth curved metal bar, often with a metal ball on one end and a ring on the other
Ball gag - a gag with a rubber or silicone sphere with a strap passing through it that is inserted into the mouth
Ball lock is the technique of fastening a padlock around the male scrotum between the penis and testicles
Bit gag - a gag styled like the bit used in a bridle for a horse.
Bondage bed is a bed designed for bondage and BDSM play. The design typically falls into two main variants; a standard bed designed primarily for sleeping on but which has purpose built attachments for bondage, and a table-like piece of furniture with a padded top and multiple fixing points around it. This second variant is purely designed for bondage and would be part of a purpose built dungeon.
Bondage cuffs
Bondage mittens or bondage mitts - pouch-like coverings that fasten securely around the wrists, holding the hands in closed fists or palms flat. They are often used in BDSM play. Unlike mittens for cold-weather use, bondage mittens are tubes or bags without a separate thumb and are typically made of leather or some other stiff material to prevent the wearer from grasping through the material of the mittens. Some mittens hold the hands flat in a sandwich of stiff material; others trap the hands in balled fists. Both kinds often include a ring at the end with which to anchor the mitten to other restraints such as chains. Similar mitten-like devices exist for institutional use as patient restraints. There also exist mitts that inflate, and ones with interiors designed to cause discomfort to the wearer. They can also tie the victim into a position such as a hogtie.
Bondage harness
Bondage belt
Bondage hood
Bondage tape - a type of reusable tape that clings to itself by static electricity
Bondage yoke
Breast binder
Chastity belts
Cock ring
Cohesive bandage - a type of non-reusable self-adhesive bandage
Collar
Corsets
Dental forceps
Diapers
Duct tape
Elbow harness
Funnel gag
Head harness
Hobble skirt
Human pony harness
Humbler
Inflatable gag
Spreader bar
Medical restraints
Monoglove
Mouthguard gag
Muzzle gag
Nose hook
Penis gag - a gag that has a bulge resembling an erect penis that is inserted into the mouth
Plastic wrap
Posture collar
Ring gag
Rope
Shackles
Sleepsacks
Stocks
Straitjackets
Suspension cuffs
Bondage furniture
A-frame
Ankle/wrist stocks
Berkley horse
Bondage bed
Bondage bench
Bondage chair
Bondage frame
Bondage stool
Bondage table
Bondage wheel
Box stocks
Fisting slings and swings
Genital stocks
Grope box
Gynaecological chair
Gynaecological table
Hoist
Inversion table
Massage tables
Queening stool
Rack
Sawhorse
Seated cross
Smotherbox
Spanking horse
Stocks and pillories:
He was a long time client. He knew my boundaries, knew my rules, so I listened to his idea. I would be put in a pillory, completely naked, during his party. His guests could do whatever, as long as they did not go beyond the rules. Honestly, I was not sure how comfortable I was with the idea. I trusted him, but I had no idea who his guests were. The $2,000 per hour pricetag, and his assurances that he would monitor at all times, helped me agree.
Spanked, nipples tweaked. Spit at, cussed at. Fucked. Was a fun night all around.
Saint Andrew's Cross (BDSM)
Whipping bench
Sensory deprivation
Blindfolds
Bondage body bags
Bondage hoods
Gas masks
Vacuum beds
Physical stimulation
Floggers
Nipple clamps
Spanking paddles
Vampire gloves
Sexual stimulation
Erotic electrostimulation apparatus
Masturbation machine
Fucking machine
Strap-on dildo
Edgeplay
Limited. Many will be tightly controlled, to the best of the character's ability.
Electro-Play
Yes, as I personally find this interesting, but will be a little harder to make as a story.
Erotic sexual denial
Hmm, I can think of a scene or two, maybe
Forced orgasm
Adding this in because it seems to be great material for public settings.
He handed me the vibrator I was expected to "wear" this evening. I could identify the vibrator part of it. It looked normal, about 3.5" around, 4" deep, but then it...continued. One end of it curved around, ending almost parallel with the vibrator part. I looked at him quizzically, not quite sure what it was. I slipped the remote vibrator into my pussy, his eyes watching every move. I gasped as the small end aligned over my clit. Now I understood what it was.
He flipped the switch, and I found myself suddenly very squirmy due to the stimulation, both inside and out. I gasped, and gasped again as he turned it up. I stood there, shaking, helpless, as his thumb spun a little dial, and suddenly the thing went nuts, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I crumpled to the floor, and orgasmed on my knees, directly in front of him. He chuckled at my moans and my O-face, clearly enjoying the sight.
"Well, looks like you enjoy your present, and I do hope you will wear it more and think of me," he said, while I panted, trying to recover. After I had finally recovered from this powerful little thing, and was able to look him in the eye, he continued. "and tonight we have lots of things planned. First, a nice movie, followed by dinner. After that, I will take you dancing." He never once mentioned sex, and I didn't ask. They request, we do not offer. Then I thought about what he just said, and suddenly realized that sex wouldn't matter. I had the feeling I was about to put on some rather...public...shows tonight. Or bite my tongue off trying to keep quiet...
Erotic spanking
lol, of course
He suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling me down on his lap.
With no warning whatsoever, my skirt was pulled up and a hand swiftly brought down on my ass.
A sudden flurry of smacks rained down on my ass. I struggled, but he easily held me down, no matter how much I tried to get away. It left my feet kicking midair and resulted in a further flurry of smacks, some hitting my thighs and even waist as he held me down while still raining blows on me.
Finally he released me. I bounded up and stumbled away from him, soothing my painfully burning ass.
Figging
Sounds interesting, but will need to think about how to convey the sensations into words
Fire play
Probably
Fisting
Some will be included, but limited.
Genitorture
Yes, but non-scarring
Whipping or slapping of the vagina is about the extent of what I would be willing to write about. I will not write about true, full genitorture.
Good pain
Will have pleanty of this
Golden showers
There will be a scene or two at least, especially related to humiliation.
I almost walked out right there. "Wait, you want me to...what?" I mean, I get a thrill, enjoyment, from humiliation, but this was beyond humiliation. This was disgusting. "Seriously, you want me to go in the bathroom, strip, and let you pee on me?" Oh god, he better give a damn good tip, I thought to myself.
I went into his bathroom, disrobed, and placed my clothes outside the door, on the hamper. "Okay," I said.
He came in, smiled at me, and fumbled out his penis. "Kneel down please," he told me.
I did as he said, then told him, "You better not pee on my face or in my hair. Keep it below my neck."
I closed my eyes, not even wanting to watch, and then it started. It was warm, wet. If it wasn't for the smell, it was easy to imagine it was just water being poured on me. My disgust overwhelmed my humiliation, so the result was almost no pleasure from it. It took him a while to finish. How much water did he drink? I seemed to remember him drinking a few bottles, and I had only met him an hour ago. Now I knew why...
He finished, and I opened first one eye, just to make sure no more would come out, then the other. "So...is there anything else you want me to do? Or can I take a shower now?" He stared at me for a minute or two, then left, letting me take my shower in peace.
After I was cleaned and dressed, I headed to the living room. "For you," he said, handing me an envelope. I opened it. Two hundred dollars was inside. I would have rather have just fucked him for it, but two hundred for sitting there for a few minutes was still not bad.
Gorean
Who knows. I don't even know what this is, so elements may or may not be included...
Gunplay
Some will be. Unsure if it will only be related to rape play or other things. Or if it will be used during an actual rape.
"Don't move," he said, sticking the cold steel barrel between my legs. He gently pushed it between my pussy lips. I gasped at this intrusion, this cold metal, this lethal sex object, as it penetrated me. It felt rough, uncomfortable. The barrel was small, and gave very little sensation outside of the cold of the metal. Yet...I felt a thrill. An accidental pull of the trigger, that is all it would take to rip apart my body. He kept his finger on the trigger, using the barrel like some small dildo. He pushed it up, all the way to his trigger finger. Fortunately, the little projection at the end, the one I saw in all of the movies, had been removed so it wouldn't hurt me, or rip my vaginal walls as he fucked me with his gun. As the trigger guard tried to enter me, the width of it too much, I shook my head no. He stopped, as he had been instructed, then pulled it back out. Soon, he worked up a rhythm.
"Ouch!" I screamed at him, as he pushed too far, hitting my perineum with the trigger guard. "Sorry," he mumbled, and started slowly back into the rhythm.
Put some more description of being fucked by a gun.
Finally, he slipped the gun out, bringing it to my lips. I opened my mouth, sucking on the barrel as if it was the client's penis. I could taste the metal, warm now from my pussy, myself, from the same place, and some sharp, sort of peppery taste. I looked into his eyes, letting out a moan for his benefit, wondering what came next.
Hard limits
The character has already made this clear to some point. She will not do anything that will scar, dismember, or disfigure her
Harem
This makes no sense... I cannot see any stories including this
Hogtie
Definitely will have some included
Impact play
Definitely will have some included
bdsm-sexperts.blogspot.com/2008/11/places-to-hit-spank-bite-and-where-not.html
The impact hit me across my right cheek, his open handed slap stinging. Not hard enough to knock me out, or make me stagger, but my head still whipped to the side. I faced him again, then felt the blow land on my left cheek. Face, then right cheek. Face, then left cheek.
I stopped him. "I cannot go out bruised." This was all I said, and he complied. Instead, he moved to other parts of me. Slapping my breasts. Slapping my stomach. Soon, a rain of slaps hit me, all over my torso. Even though each one by itself wasn't that much, all together, over and over, here, there, everywhere drove me back. I felt my knees hit the bed and myself falling backwards. He started with my legs next. I could feel each stinging one, and each one brought more pain, more agony, more ecstasy. My brain was on fire, the endorphins turning the fire into bliss. I screamed.
I recoiled at his blow, his full armed slap taking me across the jaw. Spots swum before my eyes, and suddenly my head was no longer moving. He pulled me back with a fistful of hair, then let go before bringing his hand across the other side. Grabbing my hair to yank me back to face him. Only two slaps, and my jaw already hurt. I managed to keep my mouth closed, to try to prevent him from breaking my jaw, as his hand went for another slap. When I looked into his eyes, I could see his sadistic grin, his enjoyment of my pain. Fortunately, the pain itself gave me my own enjoyment. I couldn't help but cry out each time he struck me. Soon, he held my hair tight, right at the base of the scalp, so he could hit me over and over and over again. I felt the tears down my face, heard my uncontrollable sobbing, and felt the area between my legs getting hot, getting wet, as he abused me.
Finally he shoved me backwards, onto the bed, and climbed on top of me, no less brutal in taking what he wanted as I turned my head and stared into the mirror on the closet door. My face was already swelling up, bruises marring my cheeks and eyes, as he thrust in as hard as he could, over and over and over again. He grabbed my hair, pulling my eyes away from the mirror, away from my battered face, and forced my head back, so I was staring at the top of the bed's headboard. I felt my pussy tighten around his dick as he continued thrusting into me with a force I was sure would break me. Once he finally finished, I lay there, not even sure if I could move. I stayed in this cheap hotel room, unable to move, as he pulled on his pants, pulled on his clothes, and threw some money down on the bed, right next to me. It was a while before I could move without bringing another cry to my lips, without my tortured body completely rejecting moving. My entire body hurt, especially my face and pussy. I looked at my face in the mirror. It was bruised and battered. Black eye, dried blood on my lip. Cheeks marred with bruises. I checked between my legs. Some blood from between them after the brutal fucking. I knew that the next day I would not be presentable for any dates, and that, unless I wanted questions I did not want to answer, it was probably best not to show my face. I had to set rules. My agonized body might fuel my brain, my lust, my desire, but I had to think about the reality. No one wanted an escort who was bruised, battered and broken. Not unless they were the one that bruised, battered and broke me.
Impact play gone too far:
His hand came around, the back of it across my face. Spots swam before my eyes as my head whipped around, me landing on the floor. I could almost hear my jaw creak, and wondered if he had damaged it. "Get the fuck up cunt," he told me, and when I didn't move fast enough, he grabbed my hair, pulling me up by it. I cried out. His fist in my stomach caught me by surprise. "I said get the fuck up!" I didn't know what was wrong. I had trouble drawing breath. Normally, he wasn't this aggressive. Slaps. Spanks. Tonight, he seemed almost out of control. The only thing that kept me from collapsing as I struggled to draw breath was his hand, holding me up by my hair.
"I'm sorry," I said, once I was finally able to draw breath. He misunderstood I guess that I was trying to let him know I was sorry for not standing up like he wanted. "Yes, you are fucking sorry," he said. I couldn't move as I saw his fist coming for my face. It seemed like it was happening in slow motion, I could see what was about to happen, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I enjoyed pain, but now, the lust was replaced by fear. Fear dulled the bliss, and my mind screamed at me that it was too much. He was going to kill me. I felt the impact of the fist, felt my nose crumple underneath it. I flew back, some of my hair ripped out of my head by the force of the impact, and the hold on my hair. I felt myself fly across the room. The world went dark as I felt myself collide with the dresser. Only moments later, I felt the first strike of his foot to my side. I still could not see, the world a dark haze. I felt the blood gushing out of my nose, and the sharp pain as his foot impacted my side again. Another kick, and another. I heard a crunch, and suddenly the pain was sharp, intense. I felt myself teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Then, he was on top of me. Punching me in the face over and over. My teeth felt like they were about to shatter under his blows. I couldn't even cry out, only make a gurgling sound.
It stopped, right there on the edge, and then my clothes were being ripped off of me, cutting into the skin. I could feel him shove into me, hurting, his penis penetrating my pussy, not ready for him. I cried out, a small, pathetic, wet cry. He fucked me, hard, harder. I could feel pain down there. Like something ripping, tearing. He was merciless. Soon, he finished. I could feel it, inside me. He knew better. He knew he was supposed to wear a condom. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I still could not see straight. Every breath was agony, like something stabbing into me. I felt weak. Helpless. My brain fogged out, and my body felt distant. Not the painful glory. Numb. Dull. Empty. His weight came off me, and suddenly I heard his voice. Like something far away. "Hey, we are done. Get up. Hey, comon sweety, get up. Please get up." He was pulling me. I felt it, like something distant, trying to get me to stand. My legs didn't work. I could not do what he wanted. Disconnected. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Fucking shit." I heard the rustle of his clothes as he got dressed. The opening of the hotel room door. The door slamming shut. I drifted. "Maam, are you okay? Can you hear me maam?" It was a woman's voice. "I called 911. Please respond if you can hear me." I couldn't do anything. I couldn't seem to get my breath. Fingers pushed against my throat. "She has a pulse. She is still alive." I thought that was strange. Of course I was alive. Everything was a fog. "We are getting you help maam." I felt something placed over me. Found myself drifting into and out of consciousness. Hands picking me up. Something hard. I was on something hard. A strange sound. "Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee." Other voices. "I have her stabilized. Fractured jaw. Broken nose. Three broken ribs. One appears to have punctured her lungs. Inserting chest tube now." Suddenly, the voice stabbed me. I felt piercing, mind numbing pain in my chest. Everything went black.
Some skip ahead, masochist me wakes up two days later. Vows to set limits on impact play.
Infantilism
I may include this to some point, depending on how creeped out I feel writing it...
K-9 roleplay
Sure. Some readers will definitely enjoy the character in dog costume (ears, collar, leash) being "mounted" by the client/clients
Kinbaku
Not sure if this specific one will be in there, if it can be worked in a story, or if only "bondage" will be applied.
Knife play
Some will be. Unsure if it will only be related to rape play or other things. Or if it will be used during an actual rape.
Limits
Yes, the character has limits. Very specific, hard limits.
Mummification
Possibly will include some elements of this
Needle play
Maybe. Not sure. I personally hate needles, so it is iffy.
Nose torture
Eh, this one is strange. Not sure. I can't think of any stories for it, but I guess we will see as I work down this list.
Nyotaimori
I have always found this strange, yet interesting, and would love to try. Lets see if I can find a way to work it into a story without a boring "I laid there like a table, while people ate food off me, slowly uncovering more and more of me". We will see.
OTK
Definitely
Painslut
Yeah, the main character is pretty much this, so will be lots of stories of her being a painslut
Paraphilia
Yes, will almost definitely have this, but unsure which specifically.
Pegging
Doubt it, as this is more of a dom specific activity, while the main character is the very definition of a sub, and has no dom tendencies.
Play party
Yes
ProDom
Not unless someone creates another character.
ProDomme
Not unless someone creates another character, since my character is more like a ProSub
Ponygirl or Ponyboy
Maybe. I played saint's row, so know what this is. Actually, quite possibly. It would be an interesting story where character is paid to pull around the client
Pup-play
Probably
Rape fantasy, ravishment
Story will definitely have this, as well as some non-concentual
I could feel eyes on me, lurking in the shadows. I wasn't sure if it was real or imagined. A slight fear clenched my stomach, making me want to run. This section of the park was dark, lit only by the moon. Even the moon did not provide much light. The path reflected a little, the white reflector strips catching the faint moonlight. Not enough to see by, but enough to see the path in front of me.
A rustling came from beside the path, just off to the left, just off the path. My eyes strained, trying to see what it was. Darkness greeted me. I walked on, a little faster. This late at night, you never knew what lurked out in the dark.
This time, I heard it. Sounds. Almost like footsteps, but quiet. Like when someone is trying to walk without being hear. It could have just been imagination.
In front of me, one of the little reflector strips disappeared, there one minute, gone the next.
"Shit," I whispered to myself. "They found me."
A course, rough laugh came from the darkness. "Yep sweety, weall found ya." He had a southern drawl, not strong. Like someone from the south who slowly lost their accent. "You sure are a perty thing, ain't ya?" He said. The tone of his voice sent shivers up my spine.
Hands grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms behind me. Three more dark spots appeared out of the park, waiting just off the path. "Looks like we goin ta have fun tonight," one of the others said.
I felt my heart racing, knowing what they intended to do. A woman, alone in the dark, no one else around, unable to even see the faces of the people around her.
"Please, don't do this," I said, my voice low and pitiful, my tone pleading, almost a whine.
The man with the southern accent spoke again. "Oh perty lady, we are going to do so many things." With my hands pinned behind me, I couldn't do anything as one of the men grabbed my blouse, yanking to the side. I heard the fabric rip, the buttons snap. I gasped in worry. Not for the shirt. It was a cheap, button up shirt, one I picked up for a couple dollars at Walmart. I didn't regret the damage to the shirt. I regretted the loss of my clothes. The feeling of helplessness.
Another of the men around me grabbed my breast, twisting the nipple. "Wow, got a real whore here. She doesn't even have a bra on."
A hand reached between my legs, up under my skirt. "Or panties," he said. All around me, the men laughed.
"Please, don't. I won't say anything. Just let me go," I told them, pleading. They laughed again, and my nipple twisted harder, bringing tears to my eyes from the pain.
"Hey, we already paid you, why would we let you go? It was what you were paid for." They did let me go then.
I growled, wondering what the fuck they were doing. Then I got serious.
"Look, Mr. John," I said to the man with the slightly southern accent. I didn't ask his name. He didn't offer. So, he was just John to me, like, well, every other John. "You said you wanted to hire me for this little fantasy of yours. You didn't say the people joining you would be stupid enough to ruin the moment." I sighed. "You," I said, turning to talk to the guy who spoke. His face looked like it had been squashed in. His eyes almost lazy, half closed. "Next time, fucking keep that shit to yourself. It ruins everyone's moment. Including mine, and since I have already gotten paid, I will walk away with no regret if you cannot focus."
"But, but," he stammered. Everyone else just looked at him. Eventually he murmured, "Sorry."
I nodded. "Good. Now, I am the young woman walking through a dangerous park late at night. You are the thugs who sees the young woman, and decides to fuck her, whether she wants to be fucked or not. Are we clear?" They all nodded. Honestly, they could just rape me for real if they wanted to. Five guys, they could overpower me and fuck me regardless. Then again, I already got my money, and planned to act my part in their fantasy, so it wouldn't have mattered. But, they were all decent, respectable men who just wanted to experience a fantasy. So, they listened, and followed my directions when I told them what to do. "Remember, the only thing you need to worry about is if I say butterscotch cookies. That is the keyword. If I say that, you stop immediately and get away from me. Just pretend you are in a movie. Your job is to be brute savages and rape the shit out of me. Just do what feels natural. Remember, feel free to hurt me, just don't break anything or draw blood. Some light bruising is okay, but please keep it light." They fidgeted a bit about that. It was strange, seeing men more squeemish about this than a woman. I guess for them, it was sort of strange, a woman telling them to rape the shit out of her. But, that is why I make the good money, because there was few women they would be able to find that would be willing to do this. I sighed again. "My shirt is already ripped...and I only have one spare..."
"Here, you can take mine," the guy who ripped mine off said. "Not like I will get in trouble without one." I nodded, accepting it.
"Okay, go back to your places. And don't mess this up again." I silently added to the man who had twisted my nipple, "Good effort. I was nice. But next time, harder. Make me scream." He nodded hesitantly, not sure what to say or how to react.
I walked through the park, unable to see more than the path in front of me. The stars twinkled slightly, but the only light came from the moon, and even that left everything in darkness besides the light reflective strips along the path. I could feel eyes on me, sending a shiver down my spine. Must just be my imagination. My pace quickened anyways. My feet wanted to run, to be away from this place. I shouldn't have walked through the park on my way home. I knew it was too dark. Homeless sometimes slept here, druggies sometimes came here. The bathroom had been converted into a meth lab at one point, until the people blew it up. No, I definitely should not be here.
A noise came, just off the path to my right. A rustling. Maybe some stray or something. My eyes strained, but I could not see anything. I picked up my pace a little more, my heart racing. Suddenly, the light reflectors in front of me disappeared. I felt myself bounce off something. Something solid, but not incredibly hard. Not a tree then.
"Hello," I whispered tentatively to the darkness. "Is anyone there?" Darkness moved to either side of me, and suddenly my hands were being grabbed, held behind my back. A voice came from in front of me, from whomever I had ran into to. A chuckle that brought the hair up on my neck. "Just us, perty lady. Nothin else out here but us." My skin crawled at the words.
"What do you want," I asked, my tone sounding a little shaken.
"Oh, we just saw a nice, perty lady out walkin, and thought she might be willing to give us folk a good time." This time, his laugh was raw, cruel.
A shadow came from one side, grabbing my shirt, pulling hard. The fabric dug into me before giving way, the sound of tearing, ripping. The buttons popped off, and soon the shirt lay on my shoulders, my front exposed where it had been ripped open. I vainly tried to cover my exposed breasts. Another shadow batted my hands around, grabbing my breast, my nipple, and twisting. The pain was horrible, and I heard the scream rip from my throat. The voice came from slightly above the disembodied hand. "Little whore doesn't even have a bra on." Another hand went between my legs, and I felt fingers pushed roughly into me. My eyes opened wide. "She doesn't have panties on either."
There was a laugh. "Hey, little lady. Seems you are already ready for a good time. Is that why you came here?"
I shook my head in denial. "Please, let me go."
"But, we haven't even showed you a good time," he said, motioning to himself and the four other guys around me.
"Please, just let me go. I won't say anything. I swear."
They all laughed at that. "Oh, darlin, we said we wanted to show you a good time. And, you're goin to show us a good time." This time, the laugh made me think of some evil laugh, straight from a movie. I screamed again as my nipple was twisted, as if punctuating the point. I vaguely felt fingers shoving themselves in my pussy through the eye watering pain.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I said, once my voice was able to return. "This isn't happening. It is all a bad dream." The dream shattered as I was shoved roughly into the dirt, my ass landing unprotected as my skirt was pulled up. The dark shapes could be seen now, roughly human, but features were still obscured. In the darkness, this was the best my vision could manage. A penis appeared in front of me, the man's pants unzipped, but still buckled. "Now now, perty lady," the man said. "Don't be all like that. Weall know ya want to have some fun. Otherwise, you wouldn't be walking aroun in a skert with no panties on. No bra under that perty little shirt. Just suck it like a good girl." Then, he pressed his penis against my mouth. I got out a "fuck you" before it was in my mouth, in my throat. Then, all I got out was muffled, indignant "Hm mmm mmm hmmm!" Another squatted down, pawing at my breasts like he had never seen a pair in his life. Squeezing them, pinching them, slapping them. Another hand went between my legs.
"Hey, she is already wet! Little whore is enjoying this."
A laugh from everyone, then a gruff, "Are you enjoying this whore? All prim and proper, but wet and willing when some real men come."
I blushed red. No one could see it, but it didn't matter. I felt humiliated there, a dick in my mouth, someone abusing my breasts, and another poking my pussy.
Mr. Southern suddenly stated, "Yeah, I bet she's enjoyin it. Giving me a real good blowjob here, and not even gaggin on it in her throat. She must be one of them professional cock suckers." I flushed even worse with embarrassment.
It didn't take him long either until he grabbed my head, started shoving me against his cock. He didn't do it nicely either. My nose hurt with each stroke, and I felt bile rise in my throat. Retching noises started suddenly, with his forceful face fucking. He continued mercilessly pounding my face against his pelvis as his cock continued down my throat. "Yeah, yeah, like that," he said, his voice quiet. Suddenly, I felt his penis fire itself there. There was no taste, with the head slightly down my throat, none of it on my tongue. He held me tight, and I struggled to breath around the smell of his sweat, and the way his skin plugged up my nose, his dick plugged up my throat. I couldn't get a breath as he unloaded, then held me there a short time longer. Not that I stopped retching either. Finally, he pulled back. I turned my head to the side, breaking their grip, but not their ring, and threw up noisily.
They all laughed at me suddenly, sitting there, throwing up the man's cum and whatever else I had eaten earlier. I felt completely mortified. As I sat there, barely able to support myself after throwing up, two of them grabbed my arms, halfway lifting me up. Once I got some of my strength back, I started trying to struggle, trying to pull my arms free, to get away. "Please, please, let me go. Letme go. Letmego!" With five men, my struggles were pointless.
They pulled me over to the children's playground. The darkness making the playground equipment seem dark, foreign, like something from a post apocalyptic movie, the playground equipment colors lacking in the darkness, the swings very slightly moving. The swings. The swings. They shoved me down, on my stomach, onto the higher swing. The one for the bigger kids. Behind me, the sound of a zipper, of a belt, of pants falling. At just the right height, he was able to line up perfectly, and without warning, shoved his cock in my pussy. I screamed again at the abrupt pain, the abrupt violation. He hadn't even taken the time to make sure my pussy was ready. Then, he grabbed the swing chains, and bounced me off his pelvis.
(I will add more to this later. Need to take a break for right this second. Upcoming, well, 4 men gang rape the character. After, the character, lip slightly cut, pussy sore as hell, with a few bruises from being slapped and hit, gets up, in ecstasy, puts on her spare clothes, and goes home, enjoying the pain and humiliation. The customer seems quite happy. Of course, the 4 freeloaders he paid for also seem quite happy too.)
Safeword
Some stories may have safewords, and their use, incorporated into them
Scat play
no, no, no no no and HELL NO! Make your own character and path if you want this. My client tries shitting on me, I will kick him in the balls, repeatedly. Piss on me to humiliate me, okay. Poop on me, I will kick your ass. Sorry, find your scat play somewhere else if you are truly interested in this. I will not write about it...the closest I will come is letting the character be humiliated by the client only allowing her to poop while he is watching, and even that, well, highly doubtful.
Sensation play
Definitely
Service-oriented submission
lol, this is pretty much what our character is
Slave
No, not really, as character's activities are limited to single encounters, not to long term commitments. Temporary for the serive time, okay, but the character will not really be a true slave.
Soft Limits
Since the other party is the client, character has no soft limits. As long as it does not violate her hard limits, then anything goes.
Subdrop
Never heard of this. Will have to see if I can explore this further in a story, but will need to research further.
Submissive, or "sub" for short.
Yes, main character will always be in a sub position, but always temporarily.
Subspace
Definitely need to explore how to use this in a story.
Switch
No, sorry, character is not a switch at all. And trying to dom would be completely foreign to her. Again, if you want this, write your own path.
Taken in hand
No, our character will not be taken in hand.
Tease and denial
Yes, there may be some of this.
Tit torture
Probably
Top
Only the clients, not the character, although she can be on top during sex.
Topping from the bottom
No, she has no desire to control anything other than that the hard rules are obeyed.
TPE or Total power exchange
No, not for this character.
Training
Will probably have some flashback scenes to show training
Warm up
I will probably have some lead up story before the full sub action
Wax play
Possibly
