The On-Call Room: Ideas On Standby.

[PerpetualNotion]

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I only spend time on Lit when I'm on call over-night at work. I sleep very badly, if at all. I therefore come up with rather strange ideas and if I don't jot them somewhere, they'll evaporate. I'm also dealing with urges that aren't at all familiar to me and want to process them in a safe corner of cyberspace before I tell my partner I've officially lost my fucking mind. In more general terms, I'm here to resurrect my mojo and creative writing does that for me.

Please feel free to stop by and say hello. Just bring decent coffee, that's all I ask!

I'm not looking to start any more RPs just now as I've got two good stories to immerse myself in. If you're pretty relaxed about posting frequency though, I could be persuaded.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

A girl, fairly young and naive, works her arse off as a scholarship student on the breadline to finally interview for her dream job. Unfortunately it's not academic merit she's hired on but different assets altogether. The role she'd dreamed of slides further out of reach as she's used pretty much as a PA, with her new job gradually taking over more and more of her life. The boss could be male or female.

So far, so standard I guess. Only thing is that your new recruit is an intelligent, driven young woman who knows her rights. There has to be enough reward/seduction to keep her on the hook, while ensuring she remains too demoralised and traumatised to consider going to HR, an employment tribunal or the police. You find the risk of this delicate balancing act makes you feel the most alive you've ever been and your sexual outlet then becomes the high you need to sustain. Sure, you could lock her in your basement. She's got no family to give a shit. But this is just way more fun.

I'm looking for a lot of psychological power play here, mind games, mindfucks and basically to be toyed with on every level by pretty much a narcissistic, sadist and sociopath who simply has nothing better to do.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I come bearing coffee. I can't speak to the quality as I don't drink it.

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So, out of curiosity what are you on call for if that is not too personal of a question to throw out on the internet? I use to be a volunteer fire fighter so I understand having to be on stand by.

Anyhow, welcome to lit! I hope you are enjoying yourself so far most of the people here are pretty great.

I admit to having checked out a couple of your ideas, but I don't think our styles mesh well. I've tried to do doubious/non-con before and the only thread I've tried my co-writer ghosted after 2 posts, but then again she had a history of ghosting on people so maybe it wasn't my delivery!

I certainly would be willing to try again if the write plot came around. All of your plots are very well formed so far from what I have seen in the looking for threads.

I mainly came just to welcome you and to say hi. You are of course welcome to look over my SRP Profile and see if you think we could make something work and make a pitch. I am glad to listen. I have a few open spaces, one of my co-writers just abandoned a couple of stories. (This is something that happens a lot on literotica. People chuck stories all the time)

Even if we don't write together, it was nice to meet you, you seem like a delightful person. Welcome to the boards. If you have any questions or are just bored my in box is always open!

FD

 

[PerpetualNotion]

I come bearing coffee. I can't speak to the quality as I don't drink it.

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So, out of curiosity what are you on call for if that is not too personal of a question to throw out on the internet? I use to be a volunteer fire fighter so I understand having to be on stand by.

Anyhow, welcome to lit! I hope you are enjoying yourself so far most of the people here are pretty great.

Thank you for the coffee, you're welcome to share my breakfast.

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I admit to having checked out a couple of your ideas, but I don't think our styles mesh well. I've tried to do doubious/non-con before and the only thread I've tried my co-writer ghosted after 2 posts, but then again she had a history of ghosting on people so maybe it wasn't my delivery!

I certainly would be willing to try again if the write plot came around. All of your plots are very well formed so far from what I have seen in the looking for threads.

People ghost for all sorts of reasons, probably had nothing to do with you. If they couldn't be bothered to discuss things with you and explain what they weren't happy with (if anything) then fuck 'em, I say. Or rather... don't.

I mainly came just to welcome you and to say hi. You are of course welcome to look over my SRP Profile and see if you think we could make something work and make a pitch. I am glad to listen. I have a few open spaces, one of my co-writers just abandoned a couple of stories. (This is something that happens a lot on literotica. People chuck stories all the time)

Even if we don't write together, it was nice to meet you, you seem like a delightful person. Welcome to the boards. If you have any questions or are just bored my in box is always open!

FD

Again, thank you. I've got a couple of threads I need to sink my teeth into before I think about starting anything else off. My online time is quite limited and very erratic. I don't want to commit to more than I can comfortably manage and it's been an age since I wrote anything.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Thank you for the coffee, you're welcome to share my breakfast.

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Why thank you. You are very kind!

People ghost for all sorts of reasons, probably had nothing to do with you. If they couldn't be bothered to discuss things with you and explain what they weren't happy with (if anything) then fuck 'em, I say. Or rather... don't.

Hah! I made the error in judgement of writing with her a second time and she bailed again on me. I should have expected it, somewhere in the back of my skull I'm sure I did, but I try to be a nice guy once in a while. Never did fuck her though.

Again, thank you. I've got a couple of threads I need to sink my teeth into before I think about starting anything else off. My online time is quite limited and very erratic. I don't want to commit to more than I can comfortably manage and it's been an age since I wrote anything.

You are welcome. I completely understand. Take your time, acclimate yourself. The offer has no real expiration date. I have some threads that I write where the posters tag me back almost immediately, and some who write back almost a week later so as long as I know that your time is finite ahead of time, that is not a problem.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

Lisbeth Salander inspired thread. Seeking M or F dominant/sadistic protagonist.

I have an idea for a Lisbeth Salander inspired thread. I'm thinking of a non-canon story in the same vein.

If you're not familiar with the story: She's declared insane as a child and put in a secure psyche hospital in order to prevent her blowing the whistle on shady activity by SAPO, Sweden's MI5. Her Lisbeth's response to this is never to engage with another person in authority again, whether they be a doctor, shrink, police or social services. She just sits there with a totally blank expression on her face and the professional is left to draw their own conclusions. She resists medication because she knows she doesn't need it but this is obviously not the opinion of the people attempting to treat her.

Your character (male or female) is a newly appointed head psychiatrist. You're young to be heading up a team dealing with the criminally insane. My character tried to kill her father (albeit with good reason) and when she's violent she's homicidal. You have colleagues who think you're some uppity kid with a few letters after their name. You decide that this Lisbeth girl is going to be the first nut you crack in order to prove yourself.

It starts out professional but descends from there as your power over the girl goes to your head. If she won't take medication you'll conceal it in her food. When she gets wise and goes on hunger strike, you really start fucking with her. Nobody will believe a word she says; if she ever says anything at all. Dragging her into your CCTV free office to watch you eat your lunch gives you a sadistic little thrill but that quickly loses its edge. You realise how hot abusing her gets you and start using her as a sexual outlet. Her total belligerence just goads you and you vow to break her psychologically as well as physically.

It's going to be so much fun.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

The Night Manager (canon) seeking dominant/sadistic male

So I looooooove TNM and also his Hiddlestoneness. It's for these reasons I'd like to do canon but if you can make a strong case for non-canon, I'm all ears.

What I'd like to do is start the narrative and the point where Jonathan Pine is on the beach with Roper and Roper questions him about his sexual proclivities. Roper's concerned that Pine is infatuated with Jed and it's quite obvious Pine isn't gay. In my version, Roper announces that he can source whatever Pine wants; be it a girl, a guy, a child or a Labrador. Failure to put in an order for a companion will convince Roper that there's something going on with Pine and Jed.

In this TNM-verse, Jonathan Pine will have long suppressed desires to smack around, roughly pound the shit out of and verbally eviscerate women. He enjoys fantasising about things like skull fucking the most obnoxious of his rich hotel guests. No harm in it, just a naughty daydream to keep him sane and get him through nights when he's not sleeping with other people's mistresses. You can craft your own backstory on that. He's always found that side of himself abhorrent. Now though, he has to convince Roper he's a sociopath devoid of conscience. It's abundantly clear he's going to have to fuck someone procured by Roper. This way Pine gets more kudos with Roper and if he's embracing this side of himself there's half a chance he'll be able to fuck a girl with no choice in the matter.

Pine of course, is not a sociopath, so there'll be internal conflict as we go along. Pine's under such intense pressure that he finds he has a very short fuse. It adds to his burdens to have to keep his facade intact even when inside his cottage.

Pine also has to act like he's been abusing and raping women since he hit puberty. He cannot allow the girl to see beyond his facade.

I'm thinking he'll go in hard and seek to break the girl so she's too terrified to defy him. Roper will simply get him a new toy if he breaks this one, so getting that point across shouldn't be difficult. She has two options... well three. Obey him unequivocally and she can socialise with the other WAGs and share his jetset lifestyle. Be locked in the spare room at the fisherman's cottage when not in use. Or three, piss him off mightily in any way and die... in an interesting fashion, over a period of days. Roper will want to see her bruises and hear her screams. He'll want to see her petrified and traumatised. He wants proof that Pine is in the same league as him as a psychopath.

Jed will of course be horrified. Pine decides that's for the best. She's safer that way. We can play with that dynamic too if you like. I rather like the notion of Jed being persuaded to vent all her pent up feelings on Pine's new toy. That'll take a little while though and won't happen until Pine is satisfied the girl's not going to give either of them any trouble.

Long term, I'm thinking she'll become more accepting of her fate and they'll have a better dynamic. At that point, Pine can recruit her into his work to bring Roper down.

That's all I've got so far. Any takers?

 

[PerpetualNotion]

cocks head at the soft clicking of heels, taking in the shoes and then working up

wishing I wasn't at work and therefore might get called away before discovering what the owner of the heels wants from me

bites lip nervously

Hello, welcome to my little room. What brings you here?

 

[PerpetualNotion]

Stands awkwardly since she's occupying the only chair, then perches on the bed before realising how suggestive that might be. Presumptuous even. Scuffs converse on the floor and flushes.

And how might this new place alleviate your boredom?

 

[PerpetualNotion]

Ponders the fact that genuinely new places have no secrets or stories. This on call room on the other hand has seen a lot. If it could talk one or two of my colleagues would be out of a job

Small hands grip one another self consciously. Big green eyes in an alabaster pale face framed by thick black curls force themselves to meet the gimlet gaze of an alpha female. Instead however, her lovely visage is soft with faint amusement. A certain secret begins to moisten at the thought of being mocked by this woman.

And what new story do you bring?

tries to keep voice level but it's breathy with anticipation

 

[PerpetualNotion]

eyes lower with an instinct born of self preservation as she chastises. The smile that follows though, it promises so much. It promises the kind of benediction worth suffering for. Crawling over broken glass with my heart in my throat

at a total loss as to what could possibly make this vision desire to stay in my cramped little room with someone whose wits are scattered to the four wins simply by the the gentle rhythm of her foot, punctuated by the rise and fall of her chest

A delicate five foot frame rises and fires up the coffee machine. At the very least this little one can offer refreshment

Do you drink coffee? I can make it Irish now that I'm off-duty

digging through an overnight bag until a small fist closes round a half bottle of whiskey

 

[PerpetualNotion]

watching the pump fall, knowing how deliberate it is. Even if one is no foot fetishist, the sight of the stockinged toes promises lace hold-ups, or even a suspended belt beneath the skirt... there's some beautiful lingerie to be discovered... Secrets and stories but will she ever deem me worthy of hearing hers?

trying to be self assured and casual... Not quite carrying it off. Pouring myself an Americano and adding a generous splash of the scotch

Well it's afternoon here and to a shift worker 'evening' is a relative concept.

Sipping - too soon, too soon. Forcing down a scalding sip to be spared the indignity of spitting it back into the cup...

Mortified

It's so hot

She's so hot

 

[PerpetualNotion]

as I set down my coffee she steps into my personal space and stays there, pressing the bottle to her soft lips and taking a long pull... My personal universe is now solely comprised of her working throat and musky perfume. I can smell her skin, the tang of whiskey overlaying it like I've just licked it from her hot flesh

Then she arches her body with practised guile and it's all I can do to assimilate the fact she has asked me a question... Two questions. I'm punch drunk and she hasn't touched me. My lips part and they're dry, my voice already husky and weak

You're incredible.

the words flow with no filter... I'm not longer capable of applying one. My head tilts upwards, snared by her smouldering stare, lips mutely begging...

All of them

 

[PerpetualNotion]

cannot hide disappointment as she moves away but it was quite obviously never going to be that easy, the tease of it makes me bite down on my bottom lip

I've been flipping through one of your stories. The SRP info link led to me to a lady called Tessa who works at Massacre State Asylum. She even has a very fetching photo where she's sitting on an office chair in heels and stockings.

I don't add that I cannot believe the coincidence, how she already ticks so many of my boxes. Flattery does her no justice at all, certainly not from me. It's not a case of need or want, I KNOW she's incredible

I want and need you to be who you are... And to get acquainted with her.

I've been avoiding her steady gaze so far but now I look her in the eye, wondering what I can possibly offer a woman like this

What do you want and need that brought you to my little room?

 

[PerpetualNotion]

watching her face redden beneath her flawless make-up is gratifying in the extreme. The intimacy of her whispered reply easing the tension of this first meeting... A little

Pouring a little more whiskey into the coffee cup, so I can keep up with her, offering her the bottle again. It seems I need to relax a little while still keeping my wits about me, so Irish coffee is perfect. I lean one hip against the table, B cup tits sitting in a black tank top, slim pale legs spelling out of cut off denim shorts.

So how can I distract you?

eyes full of innuendo, a little more confident now of her interest

 

[PerpetualNotion]

needs are whiskey, well I can't argue with that right now. It doesn't feel right to stand while she's sitting and have this conversation. By the same token, sitting on the bed puts us at to equal a height. If I'm going to embrace this, I have to do it properly or not at all. So for the first time in my adult life, I sit on the floor at a beautiful woman's feet and try valiantly not to let my eyes slide up her skirt

All my adult life, I have been completely self reliant. I'm an ardent feminist. These... Urges... Should be absurd to me. They feel like an evolutionary backward step. But I need to be roughly handled, used as an outlet and verbally eviscerated and...

now I'm blushing furiously[i/]

I can't even tell you why.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

i listen to the words, words I've said to myself many times. If it's my right as a woman and feminist to express myself sexually however I wish (within the bounds of consent and the law) then regardless of what women's rights have been achieved, I have a right to sexual experiences of my choosing, even if they're... Masochistic. What's important is that I've had that choice. Can't that be liberating too?

I'm unsure what to do with her foot but in the absence of any better idea I cradle it gently and rub it affectionately. It's not a particularly sexual gesture but it's my first contact with her. It matters.

The way she calls me 'little thing,' reducing me to an object, a toy, it goes right through me. It's possessive, though that's a presumption at this stage.

Only if you're a dark thing. I counter

 

[PerpetualNotion]

her foot whips back and for a wild moment I wonder if she is going to kick me, wonder how I feel about that. Then her finger connects with my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. I love that she's taller, stronger and curvier than me. She's a fucking banquet, if I don't consistently fuck everything up. I don't dare move

I'm sorry, you're just so beautiful.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

it's not her foot I want but it would be a definite start. I realise she wants contrition and drop my admiring gaze

I want your foot in my lap again, please. I'm sorry for touching.

I don't dare glance up, my eyes are focused on the feet in question

 

[PerpetualNotion]

since they are clean, manicured and stocking covered, I have no problem with complying. I kiss each toe - with more love than reverence - and hold her gaze as I do so. I'm obedient because I want her but wide-eyed docility is not in my nature.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

reassured by her praise, I take her ankle in my hands but then panic. She's given me no direction to carress it. I'm paralysed by indecision... And delicious fear.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

It's oddly soothing, even though I'm on edge. A dichotomy of feeling but does it qualify as 'right?' It's too soon to say.

Rationally I know I have a choice. Choice and the will to rise are two different things however.

I smile conspiratorially and blush

Of course my friends would be shocked. People I've been forthrightly feminist in the direction of would laugh their tits off.

At the moment... it's still me that's wide eyed with surprise.

I lift the eyes in question by way of emphasising my point.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

Oh I know. My cunt has had its own agenda for some time. I'm just talented at denying it, cognitive dissonance and all that.

I don't think I could switch. I've never entertained the idea. It doesn't draw me. I mean I'll have a good go if it is a form of 'servitude' by giving you the RP you want. It doesn't come naturally to me though.

Degradation and use compel me. To acknowledge wanting that with no inner feminazi doing the humiliation for me. I can't get it out of my head... or my cunt.

 

[PerpetualNotion]

And what are the things you want to do to me?

 

[PerpetualNotion]

Oh I could do that.

Where would you put me away?