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[[Most likely a kept party. She's cheerful and cheeky, ripe for being spoiled or punished... maybe both, really. Here for all the BDSM-flavored play, especially if we're including bondage as punishment--or reward. Maybe the keeping is more literal or involving brainwashing, though I'd like to avoid any outright non-con.]]

[Dark Djinn Sinbad here would love to go for all the punishing and BDSM play. Brainwashing is also right up his alley if you want that route~]

[[Sure, why not? Got the scenario in mind/want to start it up?]]

[Hmmm maybe she came across his lamp in a modern setting and he's been working his magic on her ever since to the point that he has her pretty much wrapped around his finger and even has her wearing bondage underneath her clothes when they're in public?]

[[That can work, perhaps with her having come across him during some sort of adventure, but she's starting to question some choice of his, making her wonder if he's capturing/corrupting her? Probably something to start with!]]

[That is perfect. He can even pretend to be a regular Djinn and when she starts asking questions he slowly reveals more of his true nature!]

[[Nice, so did you want to start or should I?]]

[Here's the starter. Let me know if you wish to make any changes.]

Sinbad could not remember the last time he had felt so entertained. After living for hundreds upon hundreds of years, one could only find pleasure in things beyond common and turning the tables on his would be mistress had proven to be by far the most delightful little distraction he'd found in ages. He could have just cut straight to the chase and turned her into his plaything in a single night. He held the powers to do that. But it would be boring, slowly changing her on a fundamental level without Konoka realizing was so much more rewarding.

"So tell me, mistress~ Is this gift to your liking~?" He said as he lightly moved his hand behind the girl's back while he leaned close enough to whisper into her ear unheard. The hand at her back seemed to phase harmlessly through her clothes and give one of the ropes criss crossing her shapely body, a quick tug.

[[Looks good here!]]

Konoka had been feeling suspicious as of late. The lamp she had come across, deep into one of her digs at Library Island, housed a genie despite her wildest imagination. And while she only had three wishes, it seemed that he was more than happy to help her with minor things for free. How delightful!

But she'd been a little concerned as he also edged her towards... other things. The first night she found him, Konoka had a strongly erotic dream of feeling up the dreamy genie man, despite his more sinister demeanor. He then started giving her more free gifts: dresses, a bit of luck finding the right books, but also increasingly restrictive and erotic things. A shiny, jeweled collar. Increasingly frilly outfits that somehow rubbed her suggestively. He started giving out suggestions too, and sometimes Konoka will have followed through on hem before she even figured out what was going on.

The tug of the ropes now squeezing her body only made it more suspicious... though it was a struggle to keep her tone given the small moan that escaped her. "What are you doing to me? I mean, this gift is nice, and yet lately your gifts have gotten increasingly perverted... "

He'd never actually lied to her. Just phrased things in ambiguous ways. Slipped in half truths and simply been honest about the harmless things. Things that would not tip her off ahead of time. By now however it was already too late. He knew he had planted his claws in deep. ALready she had started toeing new and more perverse waters.

"Hmmm? I don't know what you mean. All I have done was solely to your benefit~ Haven't you felt more free than ever before. I've seen that skip in your step the other day after I gave you that collared bell."

"But that was...!" Konoka started. But now as she thought about it, she had been skipping merrily about when she first got that gift. Something about its faint bell style had both been a cheeky comparison to Asuna and the fact that its pleasant ring had shut off any negative thoughts around it.

Maybe she should have hung on to them.

"I guess it was nice, but it's getting worrisome now! Everyone's always staring at me because I show up with new things every day! And I feel like they have to know how much they squeeze and taunt my body..." Konoka huffed, trying not to make it worse from that description. "It's really bad now!"

"Bad how~? Doesn't it feel amazing to have everyone's eyes on you? The way they wish they could just feeel you all over. A sea of hands worshipping every inch of your body?" Sinbad purred and pushed up a little close almost protectively encompasing her figure in his arms.

"Or maybe you'd rather feel only my hands?"

It was all tight. Everything was too tight.

Konoka squirmed when he held her, because that caused his new rope 'gift' to squeeze up against her figure. But notably, she did not resist very much. Her dress fluttered, and her toes curled in her heels.

"I don't want other people touching me. Not like this. It's too much!" Konoka actually sounded petulant, despite her best effort not to. "I really don't like acting pervy in front of my friends. And yet you're always giving me stuff where that winds up turning that into an inevitability..."

That tightness felt just right though. AT least that was the kind of feeling he was trying to imprint onto Konoka's mind as he just held her close though behind that fondness there was a clear sense of him laying his claim on her.

"Lying to a Djinn? Come now. You are smarter than that Mistress. I know you actually like it. Like how wrong it feels. The way they might judge you and the flavor of the sinful guilt associated with those gazes."

He knew. He could see right through her! But Konoka was still having a tough time admitting it even despite the words.

"No..." she murmured softly, her cheeks red. But even if he were just saying things, she didn't see through his bluff. Maybe she did like the shame, the guilt of getting increasingly perverted. "I don't want to..."

HIs lips curved into a cruel smile behind her ear only to lean over a shoulder with that same dashing smile that had lowered her guard when they first met after she polished his lamp.

"You do. THe thing you don't want is to feel any shame at all. It's not as hard as you think. Especially if I am there to help." More wishes to give him even more power. Just because he told her he was doing it for free, that did not mean it actually was that way. Each wish she made, a little more of his influence would spread to her very essence.

"I'm not sure I want to wish for no shame. If I did that, I might never have friends again," Konoka murmured. She still wasn't foolish enough to plunge into this choice, but as his hands stirred her, the pleasure threatened to overtake her again. "Maybe if I wished that... when I'm with you, no one pays attention unless I say otherwise..."

Then she won't have to care.

"Well if you want I could make them ignore shame too." He offered oh so helpfully. Only to then have Konoka offer herself on a silver platter without even realizing. His hold on her body tightens and his lips brush against her neck as he answers with a husky tone of voice.

"Your wish, is my command~"

"Then..." Konoka took a deep breath. "I wish that when I'm with you, no one notices me or my shame unless I say otherwise!"

What a terrible trap to fall in. Konoka still didn't realize what she was in for, despite having an idea that she was still slipping down. Why did she not wish for him to stop?!

He had her right where he wanted her. His eyes glint dangerously for a moment before he chuckles and snaps his fingers in front of her. Immediately she can hear how the rest of the world has apparently grown quieter around them as if encasing both him and Konoka into a bubble of privacy that is completely see through.

"It is done~ But I think it will be far far more convincing if we put it to the test."

"Convincing...?" Konoka isn't sure she likes the sound of that. But she didn't like the sound of losing friends to acting lewd either, but look how that turned out. She supposes that it's best that she needs to see if her wish panned out.

"How will you do that?" She looks up at him.

"It's simple really. Go up to the person you trust the most and sit right on their desk~ Leave the rest to me." After all no one would ever notice as long as his powers were at work. Even if he was sorely tempted to undo it for a split second just to show her off to anyone who might have glanced her way. A strong temptation indeed but one that could undo all the progress he'd made.

"So..." Konoka left his embrace. But even so, even with the warmth that disappeared, Konoka could still feel the harness of ropes rub between her lower lips with every step. Even with the silence and lack of reaction to her every step, Konoka still fought to keep her voice under control. She was feeling really worked up.

Eventually, the click clack of her heels stopped, and she found herself face to face with Asuna. Asuna was apparently in an argument with someone, but she failed to notice Konoka plop herself right on her desk. The redhead even seemed to be too annoyed to notice how Konoka's skirt was ruffled up and probably exposing her panties at her side. "Like this?"

He didn't need to touch the ropes to have them squeeze and dig into her body. They were made with his power after all. He controled every aspect of their existence. Toughness, Roughness anything. He could even make them feel hot or cold with merely a thought. Even the slight sting of electricity was possible for some more direct stimulation.

"Mmmm perfect~ Allow me to be of assistance." Sinbad purred as he got up behind KOnoka and started fondling her breasts firmly from behind while he nipped at the back of her neck while she presented herself to an Asuna who could not see how lewd her friend was being.

She couldn't help but feel aware of just how close she was to Asuna, even with the field being plenty visible to remind her that no one was paying much attention to either of them. The harness that squeezed her body made her perky breasts stick out further, making it easy for him to add to that tight squeezing, and her own moans.

But now that she didn't have to worry about being humiliated or judged by her friends, Konoka found herself... no longer caring. She just wanted more of his embrace. More of his touch. More of his... everything, as if it was something yearning in her soul.

"I want you..." Konoka breathed. "You take such good care of me..."

He could feel her give in. Open up more to his touch. To his very being. Accepting his truth as hers and reveling in it completely. It was a culmination of all his time spent slowly preparing her for that final fall and it seemed this would be the fulcrum upon which that fall would trigger.

"Of course~ After all you are my beloved mistress. Not even the world is enough to trade for you." Just because she had surrendered didn't mean he would turn off that charm. If anything now was the time to crank it up a notch further. To make her only care about him and him alone.

He pushed his hips up against the curve of her ass while he made the ropes lightly tingle her as if they were alive with static as they rubbed and dug into her sensitive parts with unnatural ease.

He maneuvered her again so that she was kneeling on the desk on hands and knees while sinbad adjusted his body's height so that he could slide in her even from that height. After all his build, and everything about his being could be changed and molded with merely a thought.

She hadn't paid much attention to how he changed himself to suit her. By now, she was used to the way his form changed, and how she felt those faint tugs on her body with every command. It was almost like he was driving her to command him. She couldn't fathom that thought at the moment, though, since he plunged inside her.

A small gasp gave way to a heavier moan as he pushed inside her. Though she knew no one was looking at her, she couldn't help but spare a glance. She needed more than anything to be indulged, and the ability to do so whenever and wherever she wanted without bringing harm to others? Well, that just opened up so many ways to enjoy herself!

[[Sorry! Lot of stuff happened.]]

She's only glimpesd a fragment of his true powers until now. There were plenty of abilities that would suit her wildest and kinkiest dreams, just waiting for her summons. For her desire to indulge in even further delicious sin.

"Mmmm that's right~ You don't need to hold anything back, Master~ No one but you and me can hear your sweet voice now." Of course if she made the mistake to wish for that to change, he would certainly not hesitate to make it happen either. But right now he was far more content to just keep fucking her on this desk, shattering her defenses around her mind and moral fiber with each slap of his hips against her shapely rear.

[[Oh I can imagine. I'm just happy to see you back and well~!]

At this point she felt like she was addicted to getting pleasure whenever she wanted. Just the right idea at the right time would make Konoka needy for him to indulge her. As she braced herself on the desk and rocked her hips into him, her mind spun of other ideas, other times in which she could get pleasure. She hoped she wasn't being greedy, unknown to the fact that she was actually playing into someone else's greed instead.

But conversely, she was also more patient. She didn't chase a climax immediately, she just wanted the satisfying feeling of a cock inside her, to slowly work her way up in many ways, until she had an explosive release. Somehow, she missed the fact that he taught her, rather than the other way around. Or maybe some part of her actually didn't care.

"Mmmm... so good...!" She mewled.

She was welcome to fall prey to her own greed. As that would in turn fuel his ultimate goal as well. Sinbad loved nothing more than to see her fall deeper and deeper into depravity and not even realizing it.

Another tool he used to train her were the very ropes biting into her body, he would shift and tighten their grasp on her body at random intervals and in ways he'd long since documented to get the best reaction out of Konoka.

"I know how to make it even better should you wish for it~" There it was. That sinful lure laced within the sultry timbre of his voice in her ear.

"You do?" Konoka asked, in between short breaths. As the ropes squeezed her body, so too did she squeeze that cock thrusting inside her. Even lost in passion as she was, her curiosity was hard to distract. Perhaps the fact that it was connected to lusts probably helped that.

"Indeed~ For example what if I were to make it so you can't hold onto anything while you are being 'serviced'" Sinbad said before snapping his fingers and causing the ropes around her to dig into her body even harder as she's lifted off the desk as if by an invisible rope connected to her makeshift harness.

[He'd be into punishment and the receiving end, but I'm glad to play characters trying to do things they're not into for their partner. He's also terrible at communication and very slow to admit what he likes.

Negotiation, bad topping, fail sex, and general awkwardness are always fun and so is shmoopy stuff.

I'd prefer 18+ please]

Edited 2020-01-08 00:18 (UTC)

[The kept one.]

(OOC: The Keeper. Please contact privately about kink comfort before scening.)

[ Julieta was more accustomed to offering her services as a mercenary. Usually the jobs made her enough to get by. Not so much lately, but she held off on his offer for as long as she could. This wasn't the kind of assignment she wanted it known that she would accept. She'd tell herself it was all for the sake of survival when in fact she may have found something about the man captivating in a way she couldn't explain. When she arrived at his place she shut the door behind her quickly before she could change her mind. ]

You've planned something haven't you? Tell me.

When do I not have something panned, my dear? Come now, give me a little bit of credit.

[There was a voice that came from the kitchen before Reaver slowly emerged. he was dressed well, very well right now. His clothes had the hint of perfection to them, cleanly and neatly pressed. Somehow he wore something about ten years out of date with such confidence that he could command a room with ease. There was just something about a soul who knew what they were doing, what they wanted, no matter what that thing was.

He walked over towards her, his fingers dragging up and under her chin as he looked her over just the slightest bit clearly. A nod, as if she'd do, and he added.]

You mean 'I planned something about you' don't you, mmm?

Yes, well, what is it then?

[ She just arrived and he was already in her space. It was only a gentle touch but that made it all the more maddening. Her expression was hardened and closed off. She could adapt well enough but this was a very unfamiliar situation for her. It would take some effort before she was comfortable. ]

[His hand reached up and patted her on the cheek. An affectionate move, but when it shifted to patting the top of her head, there was a sort of condescension to it all. In fact, he was ruffling her hair in the way that one would a dog. She was a pet, property, and he cold treat her that way in the most subtle, and not so subtle of ways.]

Tut tut. The master doesn't tell the pet where they're going do they? But I thought I would take you out for a walk. What do you say, my pet? Would you like to go for a walk?

[He grinned at her in an almost sneer. If she looked past his shoulder, there was definitely the dog collar he'd used in the past there... complete with leash.]

[ She was starting to get the idea from the way he was touching her. One glance at the leash and collar told her all she needed to know. Her mouth opened but she said nothing. This was one thing in the bedroom but he intended to take her out like this? Color rose to her cheeks at the thought. ]

Only a short walk.

I don't believe that's your choice to make pet, is it?

[His fingers slipped under her jaw and tightened, just a fraction. No real pain, just a gentle reminder he was in charge there as he started to tilt her head back. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.]

There is a show playing, and they allow pets. I want to show mine off.

[He knew exactly how embarrassing this was, how much color it would create in her cheeks, but he wanted everyone to watch her. He wanted them to see and to whisper about what she might do for him in private, to let their imaginations roam.]

[ He had her there. She agreed to whatever he had in mind for her so she would go along with it. Turning her head she closed her eyes. Everyone would know. So much for her strong persona. She let him seduce her after all. ]

What would you have me wear? [ Other than the collar of course.
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Edited 2020-01-24 23:20 (UTC)

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Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

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Peter Lussmore | OC

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

Abel | Starfighter | M/M

Reaver | Fable - OTA

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