Being watched while used like a slut

[liqueur]

it's North American-centric, as you discovered.

It is, indeed. And yet even so, out of its millions of members, 239,736 are in Germany

 

[PleasureTime01]

Thanks for the reply. But I really don't have someone whom I can trust and share my desires and still face them normally the next day. Whom do you mean by SO?

Significant other - in life & in respect of kink. They can be the same person, often are - but can be different people.

 

[UncleJunior]

I'm putting elements from this particular kink into a longer series and I was wondering how we feel about fantasy?

Not the corsets and knights fantasy, but the old-school Sword & Sorcery that came before D&D and Tolkien. I'm talking slave markets, orgies, and princesses wearing clothes made from smoke. A world where all sex is about power and control.

I've heard that the appeal is the "wrongness" so the contemporary setting works, but I was curious if there was any appeal to this in a different setting.

 

[liqueur]

I'm putting elements from this particular kink into a longer series and I was wondering how we feel about fantasy?

Not the corsets and knights fantasy, but the old-school Sword & Sorcery that came before D&D and Tolkien. I'm talking slave markets, orgies, and princesses wearing clothes made from smoke. A world where all sex is about power and control.

I've heard that the appeal is the "wrongness" so the contemporary setting works, but I was curious if there was any appeal to this in a different setting.

I don't really know what you're talking about. Are you talking about role-playing here on this thread? It would have no appeal to me, but— not my thread. Or are you talking about these themes in a story? That on the other hand, would appeal to me.

 

[Older_Pervert]

When I've been in that type of situation/role my man at the time has either arranged it or been present to ensure my limits and wishes are adhered to and that I have remained safe.

That’s what a Master is for

 

[SirSparky]

I'm putting elements from this particular kink into a longer series and I was wondering how we feel about fantasy?

Not the corsets and knights fantasy, but the old-school Sword & Sorcery that came before D&D and Tolkien. I'm talking slave markets, orgies, and princesses wearing clothes made from smoke. A world where all sex is about power and control.

I've heard that the appeal is the "wrongness" so the contemporary setting works, but I was curious if there was any appeal to this in a different setting.

This would work as a great story and possibly a group role play event

 

[sexysluttyyyy]

This would work as a great story and possibly a group role play event

Can I get involved

 

[Badxxxwifey]

This would work as a great story and possibly a group role play event

I wanna join!

 

[SirSparky]

I wanna join!

Me too.!!

 

[UncleJunior]

Wow. Didn't expect such a high turnout.

I guess we're building a system out of this?

 

[sexysluttyyyy]

Wow. Didn't expect such a high turnout.

I guess we're building a system out of this?

We should. If anyone finds a suitable chat platform for this to happen

 

[cuckoldbill]

Just found this thread. Love it

 

[sexysluttyyyy]

Just found this thread. Love it

Hope my thread interests you. Glad to know

 

[spawnofdavey]

Interesting thread and interesting ideas.

 

[sexysluttyyyy]

I'd be happy if everyone here could organise a group chat and discuss more about making it happen. But just in a anonymous secret way. No details asked or shared.

 

[UncleJunior]

I don't really know what you're talking about. Are you talking about role-playing here on this thread? It would have no appeal to me, but— not my thread. Or are you talking about these themes in a story? That on the other hand, would appeal to me.

I was actually just considering a story, a novella series to be exact. It would follow the same format as the old Sword and Sorcery stories. No real continuity, more an account of the adventures that occur in this type of setting. Think the original Conan or the Arthurian Legends. There's no hard timeline, just a collection of stories.

I was wondering if the "being watched" kink still kinked et in a world filled with slave markets, sorceresses, and half-naked barbarians. The idea of a world where this would be commonplace intrigued me, but would the fact that it's commonplace kill the thrill?

I guess I'll find out since this is third on my writing list.

I'd be happy if everyone here could organise a group chat and discuss more about making it happen.

That said, writing an RPG is just writing the same story with rules so doing both isn't an issue.

I expected more yes/no responses and less hijacking the thread so I'll start the private group chat regarding the RPG. Just drop a message if still interested.

 

[Toffer_Guy]

Reminds me of a fantasy roleplay I did long ago about a young man who randomly gets an invite to an adult erotic party where everyone must wear a mask that is given that has a number printed on it. He shows up to what is basically a swingers club filled with people of various ages (21+). Some people are already naked or half naked, except the mask; and fooling around where everyone can see. Some people watching and some casual mingling, like any other party.

At part of the night there is a lottery drawn. Couples are randomly paired by numbers from the masks and give a room. However, there are golden numbers drawn. They’re selected to perform in front of an audience in a small stage room. The 22yo guy finds himself matched with a sexy older woman. Getting to fuck this sexy woman with an audience and no one knowing who he is behind the mask. Letting himself go wild as she does. She really enjoys showing off for the crowd.

However, wouldn't it be wild if behind the mask she is a woman he knows from somewhere - relative, family friend, work, or teacher? Not finding out until after they’ve already done it. Given a private room to clean up or have some private fun after performing.

 

[SevenMuse]

That night… god, it’s seared into me. The snow outside was falling in heavy, glowing sheets, muffling the city but lighting up every flake against the glass. I remember being on all fours, knees pressed into the hotel carpet, facing that enormous window. Twenty stories up, Denver stretched beneath me—the 16th Street Mall alive with bundled pedestrians, cabs crawling through slush, neon signs flickering through the storm.


And me? Naked. Hands tied tight behind my back. My face buried in a pillow I’d dragged down from the bed to muffle the sobs and screams as he pushed me further, harder, until there was nothing I could do but take it. When he went anal, the shock of it ripped a cry out of me so raw that I thought for sure the whole city must’ve heard.


Every thrust forced my body closer to the cold glass, my breath fogging up the pane as if the window itself was bearing witness. My tears streaked into the pillow, mixing with sweat, mascara, and a little bit of blood from biting too hard into the fabric.


It wasn’t just sex. It was exposure. Vulnerability weaponized into heat. The thrill that maybe—just maybe—someone far below, looking up through the storm, could see the shape of me: a girl bound, broken open, and lit by city lights.


That’s who I am, in lace and danger. A showgirl, a doll, a muse who was never made to hide.

SevenMuse
Colorado showgirl turned artist’s muse
“Living in lace, light, and just enough danger.”

 

[sexysluttyyyy]

That night… god, it’s seared into me. The snow outside was falling in heavy, glowing sheets, muffling the city but lighting up every flake against the glass. I remember being on all fours, knees pressed into the hotel carpet, facing that enormous window. Twenty stories up, Denver stretched beneath me—the 16th Street Mall alive with bundled pedestrians, cabs crawling through slush, neon signs flickering through the storm.


And me? Naked. Hands tied tight behind my back. My face buried in a pillow I’d dragged down from the bed to muffle the sobs and screams as he pushed me further, harder, until there was nothing I could do but take it. When he went anal, the shock of it ripped a cry out of me so raw that I thought for sure the whole city must’ve heard.


Every thrust forced my body closer to the cold glass, my breath fogging up the pane as if the window itself was bearing witness. My tears streaked into the pillow, mixing with sweat, mascara, and a little bit of blood from biting too hard into the fabric.


It wasn’t just sex. It was exposure. Vulnerability weaponized into heat. The thrill that maybe—just maybe—someone far below, looking up through the storm, could see the shape of me: a girl bound, broken open, and lit by city lights.


That’s who I am, in lace and danger. A showgirl, a doll, a muse who was never made to hide.

SevenMuse
Colorado showgirl turned artist’s muse
“Living in lace, light, and just enough danger.”

Your words just made me wet and make me feel in your place bound and being forced like that with consent. That's the best

 

[UncleJunior]

That’s who I am, in lace and danger. A showgirl, a doll, a muse who was never made to hide.

Just gonna take this for...later.

 

[SevenMuse]

Just gonna take this for...later.

So you want me to be your speechwriter?

 

[SevenMuse]

Your words just made me wet and make me feel in your place bound and being forced like that with consent. That's the best

It was an interesting experience. Plus we stayed for another night due to the snowy roads.

 

[Badxxxwifey]

That night… god, it’s seared into me. The snow outside was falling in heavy, glowing sheets, muffling the city but lighting up every flake against the glass. I remember being on all fours, knees pressed into the hotel carpet, facing that enormous window. Twenty stories up, Denver stretched beneath me—the 16th Street Mall alive with bundled pedestrians, cabs crawling through slush, neon signs flickering through the storm.


And me? Naked. Hands tied tight behind my back. My face buried in a pillow I’d dragged down from the bed to muffle the sobs and screams as he pushed me further, harder, until there was nothing I could do but take it. When he went anal, the shock of it ripped a cry out of me so raw that I thought for sure the whole city must’ve heard.


Every thrust forced my body closer to the cold glass, my breath fogging up the pane as if the window itself was bearing witness. My tears streaked into the pillow, mixing with sweat, mascara, and a little bit of blood from biting too hard into the fabric.


It wasn’t just sex. It was exposure. Vulnerability weaponized into heat. The thrill that maybe—just maybe—someone far below, looking up through the storm, could see the shape of me: a girl bound, broken open, and lit by city lights.


That’s who I am, in lace and danger. A showgirl, a doll, a muse who was never made to hide.

SevenMuse
Colorado showgirl turned artist’s muse
“Living in lace, light, and just enough danger.”

Luv this

 

[SevenMuse]

Luv this

I loved being there.

 

[Badxxxwifey]

I loved being there.

I’d luv to experience that