Intro
This roleplay is about both addiction and manipulation. The Dominate who can truly become an addiction for the submissive and manipulate their desires and emotions to demand and acheive absolute devotion and loyalty. The submissive's sole purpose is to fufill the dominates every whim regardless of what it is, hoping to satify the dominates desires, reasonable or otherwise. For those that delight and relish in the above, this roleplay is definatly for you.
Story
Daniel was a social outcast, largely shunned by society and in return he cursed them. They were so pious and oblivious to the obvious truth Daniel had realised. Life was about pleasure, anything else was pointless. Daniel's thoughts were that human beings were capable to experiencing and seeking pleasure so therefore it was foolish not to. Right or wrong, sensible or depraved mattered not. Yet he retained his fun personality, a rare enthusiasm for life despite his current situation. Some who shared his own views still found him both strong in heart and mind and attractive. He had a job and a place to live, but people tended to avoid him who knew him by rumour and reputation. His appearance had changed, exhausted and haggered yet a shadow of the handsome and attractive man he had been and to some extent still was shined through never the less.
It was the nightmares that made Daniel like this. It was the woman who haunted him in his sleep, endlessly pursuing and hunting him as his eye lids grew heavy. Once they closed he would be trapped in his dream, unspeakable ectasy or agony awaited him. All on her whim, the woman his dreams, and no amount of begging could instill pity in the dream tyrants heart it only intensified her desire to torture him. Daniel shuddered at the thought of screaming dreams of agony and degradation that would not end until she allowed it, the prospect of sleep was irrelevant now, Daniel's bed offered no comfort, only the promise of what Daniel knew awaited him.
Being awake offered no solace either as sometimes Daniel was sure she tormented him even while he was awake. He would think things that were insane and self destroying, would suddenly feel self destructive or lust filled urges. Urges that promised releif and sweet oblivion, freedom from the living hell that his life had become. Daniel stormed into the bathroom. His reflection was ghostly. He was beaten, almost cried. Anger and dispair welled up within him. Feeling cold, as though icy hands gripped him, and were pulling him slowly away from the here and now. By now Daniel was too tired to resist, his defences broken and his own will nearly shattered. Daniel surrendered to whatever it was, and only when he looked in the mirror and saw her holding him did he realise he'd been tricked. There was to be no dreaming this time. Daniel's head pounded as his apartment faded out of existence and was replaced by marble pillars and stone.
Before him in this gloomy place she was rising from what appeared to be a throne to stand before him, exactly as she stood in his dreams, a smirk etched upon her features. Daniel heart ached at her devine beuty, is body aching with lust for her. Her smirk grew even more satisfied. Daniel was silent, too awe struck to speak. Without a word but with a look Daniel was bound by chains, the cruel steel biting and digging into his frail flesh. Still they tightened around him, Daniel could feel them beggining to break open his skin. She looked right into Daneil's eyes as he began to lose breath due to the pain, only able to writhe before her like a creature in a web, her web. When she finally spoke her voice was an exciting and sensuous pur. It was to Daniel's ears as satifying as tight clothing on skin, enchanting and provocative while still maintaining some mystery.
"Another human come to worship me? So far your not worthy of the attention i'm give you. Maybe i should find someone else."
Toying with Daniel and manipulating his emotions, clouding his thoughts, as he had fallen under her spell. Such was her beuty and power. Her eyes gleamed with pleasure, almost daring Daniel to guess her thoughts. She raised a hand to his cheek, playing at being his caring savior. The whisper came in his ear, Daniel shivered at it as a jolt of excitement ran through him.
"Forsake all else but me, abandon it and make me your all. Live to serve my every whim. You should call me your Goddess. Kneel to me my slave, accept your fate at my feet."
The chains released Daniel, his wounds vanishing as abrubtly as they appeared. He felt compelled, he should do as The Goddess asked him without delay. As he lowered himself to both his knees and looked up to his new Goddess the awe he felt his magnified and her beuty intensified from this new and absurdly satifying perspective. Daniel could feel her warmth, ached to touch what he wasn't yet permitted to.
"I submit to you, you are truly my Goddess and i will be a slave to your every whim."
The Goddess gave a satisfied sigh, breifly closing her eyes to savour trhe moment, that she made sure reached Daniel's ears as her hand fell to his hair to lightly running through it. Daniel would love her and dispair as he was taken to the brink of madness and possibly beyond by his Goddess. Tormented by his desires and a slave to her will. She and she alone could fufill his dreams now. Daniel gazed up at her and The Goddess gazed back, she purred her acceptance to him.
"You are mine now. Completly mine."
Daniel could only wonder what his first command would be as the Goddess took her time thinking it, depriving Daniel of her attention, taking bliss in toying with him and enjoying the thought of what would her first command to him. What would she have her slave do...
