Hello Everyone
I am new to this site but am an experienced writer and roleplayer. I am wondering if there would be any interest in the following thread. Please feel free to add comments, suggestions and whether you would enjoy participating. If you indicate that you wish to play, I will PM you later and we can solidify your character etc.
Thanks
Sean
Betrayal
Dieter was gracious, affable and eloquent. He was tall, dark-haired, and always punctiliously groomed. He had an easy, infectious laugh, which notoriously lowered the guard of his most cautious dates. A broad spectrum of women were drawn to his confident and attentive manner. Dieter was also one of the cruelest sexual predators one was ever likely to meet. If he had a soul he had lost it long ago in his ceaseless quest for sadism and wealth. Sex for him had to involve both pain and degradation. The moment that his victims realized how wrong they had been about him, how hoplessly entrapped they were…that moment was like an orgasm for Dieter. Tears, cries, and pleading only served to stir his smoldering lust into violent flames. He was a twisted fiend who gloried in the pain and supplication of his latest conquests even as he wooed them. The more innocent and trusting they were the more sadistic his dark and covert response would prove to be. Cuffs, and floggers were hearts and kisses to Deiter.
He preferred them smitten: dreaming of an idyllic romance, complete with moonlight walks, sweet nothings, crashing surf, candlelight and violins. He liked them wrapped in the delusions of a ‘Harlequin Romance’. Then he would pounce. He was patient in his pursuits. It was foreplay for him. The deeper in “Love” she fell: the stronger her regret, the stonger her humiliation, the stronger her hatred. That was Dieter’s passion… That and money.
Reginald Brandt was a fellow abuser who often reaped the benefits of Deiter’s conquests. Deiter attracted and won over stunning women. Whereas Reginald Brandt’s loutish manner and abhorent looks turned females away like a boil. He was soft and balding with a bulging set of toad-like eyes. He squeeled and kicked his feet in a quick flutter whenever he reached a climax. Then, once achieved he was more sadistic than before. Deiter would often give his sexual victims to Reginald, he enjoyed watching the revulsion then the terror in their eyes as Reginald indulged himself. One poor love-struck girl was lured into Deiter’s den and given to Reginald before Deiter himself had enjoyed her. They both thought it would be sport to have her realize that her love was the devil incarnate and to be raped by Reg in one fell swoop. It was a moment they revisited often in joking conversation.
Reg had one outstanding attribute which Deiter admired. He had been born into money. Heaps and stacks of money. Reg had the kind of money that Deiter lusted after , schemed for, dreamed of.
The incongruous pair sat at the café, bar of the Fontainbleu Hilton in Miami. Reginald had arranged the meeting with a purpose, “advantageous to us both”, as he had put it.
“Deiter he began. I have a way in which you can employ your obvious and prodigious talents in order to make yourself independently wealthy and keep me and yes, others like me, constantly entertained. I propose and will sponsor you in setting up your own club. I will remain a silent partner and avail myself freely of your clubs “resources”. You setup a secluded manse, hotel, resort call it what you will. Staff it discretely and offer your conquests, your prizes, your “girlfriends” to an array of people interested in power, control, dominance, pain. The terminology matters little. People like us. A “Private” club by invitation only of course. You and your staff will keep your little cast tended and attractive. Any and all of our so called “fetishes” will be catered to. I can think of at least fifty likely guests both men and women who would gladly patronize your “resort”.
Images of cells, auctions, specialty rooms immediately ran through Deiter’s mind. “I’m intrigued Reg, truly intrigued.” The pair spent the remainder of the day and the entire evening roaming Miami, playing over the concept. Layouts, rooms, costumes, location, all were hashed and rehashed. By the days end, Deiter had not agreed to the concept. But, he knew that he would. He knew he would delight in having his “girlfriends” run away with him. Write goodbye notes to any and all concerned parties. Plan a new and romantic life with together. Set off with him to their remote “love nest”. Then to see the revelation. It would all be too too delicious. Deiter got an erection thinking about it. He began jotting down ideas the moment he returned to his room.
I am new to this site but am an experienced writer and roleplayer. I am wondering if there would be any interest in the following thread. Please feel free to add comments, suggestions and whether you would enjoy participating. If you indicate that you wish to play, I will PM you later and we can solidify your character etc.
Thanks
Sean
Betrayal
Dieter was gracious, affable and eloquent. He was tall, dark-haired, and always punctiliously groomed. He had an easy, infectious laugh, which notoriously lowered the guard of his most cautious dates. A broad spectrum of women were drawn to his confident and attentive manner. Dieter was also one of the cruelest sexual predators one was ever likely to meet. If he had a soul he had lost it long ago in his ceaseless quest for sadism and wealth. Sex for him had to involve both pain and degradation. The moment that his victims realized how wrong they had been about him, how hoplessly entrapped they were…that moment was like an orgasm for Dieter. Tears, cries, and pleading only served to stir his smoldering lust into violent flames. He was a twisted fiend who gloried in the pain and supplication of his latest conquests even as he wooed them. The more innocent and trusting they were the more sadistic his dark and covert response would prove to be. Cuffs, and floggers were hearts and kisses to Deiter.
He preferred them smitten: dreaming of an idyllic romance, complete with moonlight walks, sweet nothings, crashing surf, candlelight and violins. He liked them wrapped in the delusions of a ‘Harlequin Romance’. Then he would pounce. He was patient in his pursuits. It was foreplay for him. The deeper in “Love” she fell: the stronger her regret, the stonger her humiliation, the stronger her hatred. That was Dieter’s passion… That and money.
Reginald Brandt was a fellow abuser who often reaped the benefits of Deiter’s conquests. Deiter attracted and won over stunning women. Whereas Reginald Brandt’s loutish manner and abhorent looks turned females away like a boil. He was soft and balding with a bulging set of toad-like eyes. He squeeled and kicked his feet in a quick flutter whenever he reached a climax. Then, once achieved he was more sadistic than before. Deiter would often give his sexual victims to Reginald, he enjoyed watching the revulsion then the terror in their eyes as Reginald indulged himself. One poor love-struck girl was lured into Deiter’s den and given to Reginald before Deiter himself had enjoyed her. They both thought it would be sport to have her realize that her love was the devil incarnate and to be raped by Reg in one fell swoop. It was a moment they revisited often in joking conversation.
Reg had one outstanding attribute which Deiter admired. He had been born into money. Heaps and stacks of money. Reg had the kind of money that Deiter lusted after , schemed for, dreamed of.
The incongruous pair sat at the café, bar of the Fontainbleu Hilton in Miami. Reginald had arranged the meeting with a purpose, “advantageous to us both”, as he had put it.
“Deiter he began. I have a way in which you can employ your obvious and prodigious talents in order to make yourself independently wealthy and keep me and yes, others like me, constantly entertained. I propose and will sponsor you in setting up your own club. I will remain a silent partner and avail myself freely of your clubs “resources”. You setup a secluded manse, hotel, resort call it what you will. Staff it discretely and offer your conquests, your prizes, your “girlfriends” to an array of people interested in power, control, dominance, pain. The terminology matters little. People like us. A “Private” club by invitation only of course. You and your staff will keep your little cast tended and attractive. Any and all of our so called “fetishes” will be catered to. I can think of at least fifty likely guests both men and women who would gladly patronize your “resort”.
Images of cells, auctions, specialty rooms immediately ran through Deiter’s mind. “I’m intrigued Reg, truly intrigued.” The pair spent the remainder of the day and the entire evening roaming Miami, playing over the concept. Layouts, rooms, costumes, location, all were hashed and rehashed. By the days end, Deiter had not agreed to the concept. But, he knew that he would. He knew he would delight in having his “girlfriends” run away with him. Write goodbye notes to any and all concerned parties. Plan a new and romantic life with together. Set off with him to their remote “love nest”. Then to see the revelation. It would all be too too delicious. Deiter got an erection thinking about it. He began jotting down ideas the moment he returned to his room.
