OOC: This thread is closed to myself, and U luv Isabelle. The theme of this thread is a twisted reality show that is only broadcasted over the internet. For ten days each contestant is subjecated to move perverse sexual experiences, and whoever lasts the longest before running off, will be the winner. I am unsure how rough things will get, or perverse, so be warned this thread could include some rather odd fetishes, of course, they will be in each respective player's limits. Problem is, I don't know my partner's yet 
. For the most part, this will follow what happens to Isabelle's character, and the others shall be played by myself when I see fit...
So sit back, and enjoy the show
IC:
The excitement was building over the course of the last fifteen minutes. All five of my contestants were sitting there, in this solitary room blind folded, and tied up. They had been tied and blindfolded with consent, knowing that it was all part of the game that they were going to play. I stood there in the middle of the well lit room, wearing an expensive suit, and acting very professional like. The cameras, all four of them, sat up in each corner of the room, and the only other noticable thing about it was that there were five doors, each leading to somewhere else in the house. I knew that none of the women had any idea what was going to happen to them, but I only could hope each of them would be more interested in money, than their dignity.
“Welcome Ladies to your show.” I said, and behind each of them, one man took off their blind folds. “Sorry for tying you up like this and blindfolding you, but we had to keep the location of this show top secret, we couldn't have the media getting sneak peaks at to what would be happening here.” I shifted a bit, and began to walk back and forth, the rules slowly being lined out. “You all signed on to do a reality tv show, one that will test your limits and resolve. This, however, is no survivor, and I will be asking you all right flat out if you wish to continue...before you do though, I will tell you the nature of this program.”
I stepped back to one of the doors and opened it up, showing it off to the women sitting there in the room. “You all will be living in this mansion. Though, this is no normal mansion, it is split off into five halves, each of you shall get your own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living areas...but there is a catch, and this is what will make or break your decision to stay here. For ten days in a row you will be for nearly twenty four hours, used in every sexual way you can think of. The tests will start out small, but will grow harder as time goes by. If you all make it, each of you shall win five million dollars. Though, if you walk out of the house, your money shall be split up between the rest of the contestants.” I soon expected to hear a bunch of protests, but all I could see was some fear in some their eyes, and with some, it was as if the money was already there for them.
“Well, if none of you object, shall we begin the game then?” I asked, opening each door to them, and the ropes would be untied so they could move. “Each of you lovely ladies select a door, and good luck,” I said, “Oh and by the way, this broadcasting is purely over the internet, live and streamed...it is not recorded in any way, and your identies, for the most part, are kept confidential...” I said to reassure each lady as they began, some looking a bit fearful still.
. For the most part, this will follow what happens to Isabelle's character, and the others shall be played by myself when I see fit...So sit back, and enjoy the show
IC:
The excitement was building over the course of the last fifteen minutes. All five of my contestants were sitting there, in this solitary room blind folded, and tied up. They had been tied and blindfolded with consent, knowing that it was all part of the game that they were going to play. I stood there in the middle of the well lit room, wearing an expensive suit, and acting very professional like. The cameras, all four of them, sat up in each corner of the room, and the only other noticable thing about it was that there were five doors, each leading to somewhere else in the house. I knew that none of the women had any idea what was going to happen to them, but I only could hope each of them would be more interested in money, than their dignity.
“Welcome Ladies to your show.” I said, and behind each of them, one man took off their blind folds. “Sorry for tying you up like this and blindfolding you, but we had to keep the location of this show top secret, we couldn't have the media getting sneak peaks at to what would be happening here.” I shifted a bit, and began to walk back and forth, the rules slowly being lined out. “You all signed on to do a reality tv show, one that will test your limits and resolve. This, however, is no survivor, and I will be asking you all right flat out if you wish to continue...before you do though, I will tell you the nature of this program.”
I stepped back to one of the doors and opened it up, showing it off to the women sitting there in the room. “You all will be living in this mansion. Though, this is no normal mansion, it is split off into five halves, each of you shall get your own bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living areas...but there is a catch, and this is what will make or break your decision to stay here. For ten days in a row you will be for nearly twenty four hours, used in every sexual way you can think of. The tests will start out small, but will grow harder as time goes by. If you all make it, each of you shall win five million dollars. Though, if you walk out of the house, your money shall be split up between the rest of the contestants.” I soon expected to hear a bunch of protests, but all I could see was some fear in some their eyes, and with some, it was as if the money was already there for them.
“Well, if none of you object, shall we begin the game then?” I asked, opening each door to them, and the ropes would be untied so they could move. “Each of you lovely ladies select a door, and good luck,” I said, “Oh and by the way, this broadcasting is purely over the internet, live and streamed...it is not recorded in any way, and your identies, for the most part, are kept confidential...” I said to reassure each lady as they began, some looking a bit fearful still.
