#opnstr.

plot: Ronald is your muse's personal body guard. She can be a celebrity, politician, high-profile person, etc. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

Ronald was used to taking strange requests from his wealthy client, but this was a first. After, her usual scene partner had failed to show up, she suggested Ronald give it a try. They did have a trusting relationship, but Ron had very little experience. "I mean, other than letting girls choke me before, I wouldn't say I know much about BDSM. What's expected of me, exactly? I’ll do the best I can."

plot: clint likes being taken care of by this older woman. open to changing the muse. all other k*nks allowed, with a focus on DM/lb.

"I’m not gonna lie—I like that you take care of me, pick out my clothes… even make sure I eat." She hadn't been doing this long, but Clint hoped she'd continue doing this. "It feels good to know I have someone like you in my life."

plot: our muses are dating. myron wants to open up about his kinks. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

"Basically, I think I'm more of a submissive in bed. Like, when we're fucking it'd be really hot if you told me what to do, got a little rough, and stuff like that... Oh, and called me a good boy when I deserved it. I have a big praise kink." He was being direct and honest. He just hoped the woman was willing to give it a try. Hopefully she'd even enjoy being dominant.

plot: your muse is my muse's dominatr*x. can be at a bdsm club, regular public event, their jobs, etc. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

Carter and his d*mme were out at a public function together, dressed to the nines. Under his expensive tux, Carter sported a flat head ch*stity c*ge, and an an*l plug. This was his first time trying an*l play, and while it excited him, he was worried it would slip out. "Mistress?" Carter stuttered, feeling the plug press against his spot. "Am I really expected to keep the toy inside me all night?" She was the only one allowed to remove the plug.

plot: jonathon is your muse's houseboy. he burned her dinner. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

"I.. I.. I'm sorry, M*stress. I was following the recipe, but then I had to go pee, so I went..." Voice lingered. "I... I got distracted, and when I returned the side dish was a little burned. It was an accident." The woman deserved nothing but the best, Jonathon just hoped he could make it up to her and not be punished too hard for his mistake.

plot: my muse is a world famous actor. behind clothes doors, he is your muse's sub. in public, she could be his wife, assistant, girlfriend, fan, step daughter, etc. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

When Leo came home after a night out at an industry event, he was tired of being a big celebrity everyone adored. He was happy to be back home, where he could adore the only person that mattered, his Mistress. He instantly got nak*d and crawled to find her in the big house. He went up to her feet and kissed them. "I missed you, Mistress. How may I serve you tonight?" He knew his place, serving any and all her needs.

plot: our muses are dating. pegg*ng is a semi-regular practice in their s*x life, but jace wants to talk about what happened last night... inspired by this. open to changing the muse. all k*nks allowed.

Jace was lingering around the topic, as he opened a bottle of wine for dinner. Not sure how to say it. "So, last night when you were doing me, I nearly shot my load through the ceiling." That's not what he was lingering on, though. It was normal for them to talk so casual about the pe.gging. Biting his lip, "Why did you call me babygirl, though? And why did I kinda like it?"

plot: our muses are dating. pegg*ng is a semi-regular practice in their s*x life, but jace wants to talk about what happened last night... inspired by this. open to changing the muse. k*nks allowed.

Jace was lingering around the topic, as he opened a bottle of wine for dinner. Not sure how to say it. "So, last night when you were doing me, I nearly shot my load through the ceiling." That's not what he was lingering on, though. It was normal for them to talk so casual about the pegg*ing. Biting his lip, "Why did you call me babygirl, though? And why did I kinda like it?"