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Thread: Psychoanalyze Me

Things had definitely progressed past a point of professional restraint. Here she was telling him about her unhappy childhood and unfulfilled dreams. And still the biggest emotional response he had to it all was an eager sense of satisfaction, like hunting unwary prey. But Martin allowed his face to grow thoughtful and somber, his light blue eyes darkening with sympathy as he looked at her. That's really sad, he said softly, no longer fidgeting in his seat but staring down at her feet. Then he looked at her directly. Is it something you'd still consider pursuing? Seems like a waste to let people control you, especially when they don't even care about what makes you happy. At the very least, you should confront them about it. Respect is given to those who earn it. He was silent for a moment, watching her. How far could he push her now? Shifting in his seat again, he made a small grimace and glanced down at his arms in their straps. This is really uncomfortable, he said giving her a strained look. I feel like I can't relax at all like I'm an animal tied down and it makes me anxious. Leaning forward a little he said in a confiding voice. You've read the report about what happened. Why they decided to put me in restraints every time I leave my room. So, you'll also know about the complaint I issued about the incident - that the orderly was harassing me and that he ruined several of my sketches right in front of me. That's the only reason why I stabbed him. He sat back again and shook his head. I'm not going to hurt anybody else. Please, he implored. I'm here to get better. Well, he supposed the first step would be if he actually admitted there was anything wrong with him.
Thread: Psychoanalyze Me

Rebekkah looked up at the man. She had actually been there at the time of that incident. The man that he had stabbed had borderline sexual harassed her before. He was an ass. Everyone knew that. She couldn't help but to feel that he got what was coming to him. However, she would be taking and extreme risk if she did this for him. He seemed like he wouldn't do anything to her. He was reasonably level headed. However, she knew from working here for the past few years that just because people seemed a certain way, doesn't mean they were. However, she had told him that she wanted to help him be able to paint again. Slowly, she got up and then shuffled over to him. I really want you to be comfortable here. We still have another half hour anyway. She kneeled down, her generous cleavage perfectly visible at this angle. The shirt was already tight around her bust and the extra strain had caused one of the top buttons to undo without her knowledge. The buckles that were holding his ankles to the legs of the chair were now unfastened, and soon the ones holding his arms to his body. I still have to leave your midriff buckle on, otherwise I'd risk losing my job. She looked up at him and smiled the slowly rose up to her feet.
Thread: Psychoanalyze Me

When Martin had promised himself that he'd get her to eventually undo his restraints, he'd expected to need to wear away at her a bit more. Well, he wasn't one to complain and he tried not to look too triumphant as she came forward and unstrapped his ankles. Watching her, he of course noticed her cleavage - and even for one wild and paranoid moment, wondered if she'd done that on purpose - but his sexual response to it was severely controlled and objective. For several breaths of a second he thought about how easy it had been to trail her along and push her this far. And he knew she was attracted to him - even without her subtle body language reactions, he knew he was something a lot of women sought after. And even though he'd rejected the paranoia of her trying to seduce him , he didn't completely discount the possibility that she might have subconsciously been trying to get his attention. Martin began to wonder how easy it might be to manipulate that and push her further. His arms were released and she was moving to stand when she was about halfway with knees still bent and his hands shot out lightning quick and grabbed her. One hand locked around her wrist while the other moved up to cradle her neck and face, leaning up quickly to capture her lips with his own. His slender fingers held her firm yet careful, fingertips stroking at small flyaway strands of hair at the nape of her neck that were freed from the ponytail that imprisoned the rest of her locks. Lips danced with hers feverishly, grasping at her plush petals and suckling on them deeply, with his tongue whipping out to stroke at hers teasingly. When he finally broke the kiss, his breathing had picked up just a few notches and he looked at her with lust-filled blue eyes. I won't tell anyone, he murmured huskily, referring to her refusal to untie his middle strap and subtly hinting that he wanted her to take it off of him. He kept his face close to hers, breathing deeply of her scent as he firmly pulled her wrist and laid her hand on the bulge in his crotch. I won't talk to anyone except you.
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Despite being a therapist, Rebekkah could never read herself or her subconscious desires. She found Martin to be very appealing to her, more than just mentally but physically as well. She didn't understand why she was going this far just for him. Or perhaps she did, but she was denying it. He was a patient of hers, after all. She wasn't supposed to be attracted to her patients. When he grabbed her wrist, her heart skipped a beat. She was sure that she had made a mistake and had put her safety at risk just to make her patient comfortable with her. When he reached for her, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for the worst. Though his hold on the back of her neck was not rough, in fact it was very gentle. Before she opened her eyes, she felt his soft lips pressed against hers. Immediately she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, and her mind went blank for that very second. She was barely aware of the fact that her knees were shaking, struggling to keep her standing upright. She found herself kissing him back, parting her lips and allowing his tongue slide in and join hers. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath when he pulled back. She almost felt light headed from the pure rush of fear and then passion. When he spoke, she had to focus hard to hear his voice. It had been a long time since she had experienced a man like this. She was a beautiful woman, of course she got hit on all the time. But no one had excited her more than Martin. Feeling his erection underneath his loose pants made her legs even weaker as that same excitement began to turn her on. However, she had to make a choice. She wouldn't be caught if they had sex, but her vow as a therapist was to never get emotionally or sexually involved with someone she was treating. There was also the fact that it was just wrong sleeping with someone who was mentally ill. But the lust for him was clouding her mind. She pulled away from him slowly and then walked to the back of his chair. There was no turning back if she undid this strap. She wanted him though...It had been so long since she felt the touch of a man and enjoyed it. Slowly she reached down and then unbuckled the last of his restraint. The only thing that was protecting her now was the security button underneath her desk. She enjoyed the thrill of it all though...
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Even before she pulled away, he knew he had her. The way she'd responded to the kiss and the way her fingers trembled where they touched him - like she couldn't decide if she wanted to grope him or not. She was wrapped around his finger. He watched her with a small smirk and cold eyes as she drifted away to stand behind him. Feeling the strap loosen and drawing it off of himself, his heart rate increased tenfold, free at last. Standing, he turned to her and gave her a delighted smile, his boyish grin spreading over his lips and giving his face a bright, almost innocently seductive look. Why, Doctor... he said smiling and relaxed, his blue eyes darkening with a predatory light. That was a very foolish thing to do. Within seconds, his lithe, muscular form had sprung forth to breach the distance between them, slender fingers fast and tightly grasping as he grabbed her by her neck and waist and violently shoved her against her desk. Several of her pictures and a circular holder for pencils were knocked off the edge as he forced her to lay back across it's surface, his face a mask of robotic apathy and animal brutality. Martin's blood pumped savagely in his veins and everything in his body told him to kill her. SCREAMED for him to break her, bleed her and watch her die. Her blood would make a very beautiful painting... But that was strictly a short-term plan and an impulse he could not risk entertaining. He wasn't so far gone to his murderous desires to allow himself to make such mistakes. No. He'd give her what she wanted. He'd bring this ghost of a woman to life, breathe excitement into her lungs and electrify her nerves and veins. And THEN, he'd kill her. Maybe. Are you scared? he asked in that same husky voice, the hand that wasn't holding her neck moving down over her curves, dragging lazily over her clothes until he found the hem of her skirt. Do you think I would hurt you? he asked, his hand dipping between her thighs and stroking her through her underwear, massaging the warm flesh underneath. His dick, hardened by the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust, made a noticeable bulge in his loose pants and he rubbed it against her thigh. Do you want ...me to hurt you? His voice so quiet, blue eyes glazing over with hunger or sexual desire before he once again captured her lips in a deep and needy kiss. Teeth dragging against her lips, tongue penetrating her mouth, almost like he was trying to suck the life and energy out of her through their joined lips.
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Rebekkah's heart felt like it was beating out her chest as soon as he saw his eyes. What had she done? Was her life so far gone that she found pleasure in putting herself in such a dangerous situation? She had let loose a clinically insane man who killed..how many people? Seven? She couldn't recall. She couldn't think. As soon as he grabbed her neck, she began hyperventilating. He pushed her so hard that the desk tilted backwards, sending her things scattering to the floor. Before they hit the ground, thunder cracked in the sky, drowning out the noise they would have made when they hit the floor. She stared at him doe eyed, watching her vision blur as tears began to form from her fear. Hearing that voice again, she was to paralyzed to open her mouth. The only thing that could be heard was her heavy breathing, and the rumbling outside. Her chest rose and fell quickly, letting her know that she was breathing but she felt like she couldn't get any air. As he caressed her body she realized that she was still excited, and it was very apparent when he rubbed her cunt through her damp panties. It felt so good, for some reason...Did she want him to hurt her? She couldn't even answer that. She had freed him knowing full well how dangerous he was. Did she want to be hurt just to feel alive? Despite that she shook her head no slowly, her eyes not leaving his for a second. She saw he was restraining himself greatly and felt if she looked away it would be over for her. When she felt his lips pressed against hers again, she did not kiss back this time. She was too busy shaking and her mind was nearly blank.
Thread: Psychoanalyze Me

Her fear was intoxicating, feeling her go rigid beneath him, paralyzed by the threat he imposed. And the best part was, she was enjoying herself, whether she wanted to or not, his fingertips growing moist as they stroked the front of her underwear. She said she didn't want him to hurt her, but he didn't believe her. Or rather, it was just that he wanted to hurt her and was gonna do it anyway. Releasing her lips, he hovered above her, keeping her immobile with his body and gazing down at her with a copy of his boyish smirk, only turned much darker now than before. He realized he couldn't kill her. That course of action would completely restrict his freedoms in this place beyond what they already were and Martin did not want to be chemically restrained. It would turn his body into a prison if he couldn't think or function properly. However, he couldn't help thinking about this like he did when he captured a victim and started a painting with them. The way he felt about her now... the urge to mentally break her and make her bleed was very strong. Just a little bit... One of the pictures on her desk had fallen by his feet and the glass was broken into pieces. Unbuttoning her shirt he said, No children. No family. No friends or connections with your patients. No ambitions or dreams or hobbies. I'm not really sure you're alive at all, Doc. Her blouse was completely undone, revealing her bra and stomach, and he pushed the fabric of her shirt neatly out of the way. Bending down quickly, he picked up a triangle shard of glass and held it like a knife, and grabbed her arms with his other hand, holding them above her head. Let's see if you are... he murmured thoughtfully, running the edge of glass across her upper thigh and slicing through her stocking but not piercing the smooth skin underneath. He focused on her face as he brought the glass up and drew a thin cut in her thigh, not deep but enough to bleed. The sight of the red color got him excited and he paused a moment to gather a bit of it onto his finger, licking it off and his eyes glazing over.
Thread: Psychoanalyze Me

After the forceful and nearly suffocating kiss ended, Rebekkah wondered if it was time to stop struggling. However, she realized that she'd have a tough time explaining why he had gotten loose from all three of his restraints. She was scared for her life, but more scared for her job and what people would think of her. She had to stop him, but one wrong move could cause him to snap and she knew it would be all over if that happened. She began regretting what she had done, just for a cheap thrill and sex. At least the logical part of her brain was regretting it. When he opened her blouse, it wasn't very hard to notice her hard nipples through the pink see through fabric. The exposure caused her face that was pale with fear to turn a bright shade of red. When he mentioned how empty her life was, those tears began to stream down her face and she whimpered underneath his heavy body. When he reached down all of a sudden, she tried to sit up, but he quickly fixed that and locked her hands above her head. Seeing the glass in his hand finally caused her to lose it, and she began to struggle. W-wait! Please! She begged pathetically. As soon as she felt it on her leg her body once again went stiff as she shook her head back and forth. Don't do that...it hurts.... Sobbing, she realized that no matter what she said he'd continue to do whatever he wanted. She could tell just by the look in his eyes. She closed her eyes when he lifted his finger only to lick her collected blood clean. She had always been scared of the sight of blood, even if there wasn't much of it.
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Yep...definitely alive... he murmured after he tasted the sweet bitterness of her blood, licking his lips clean and swirling her flavor in his mouth. Controlled. He was relaxed and controlled. He wasn't going to lose it. He was just going to play... You're very good, he said with a nod, noticing her squeamishness. You should try some. He slowly dragged the glass across her thigh again, cutting another line underneath the first which was still trickling small lines of her blood. As red liquid welled from the second wound with small droplets, he squeegeed as much as he could from her leg with his finger. He brought it up to her face and offered it to her, giving her a small pleasant smile. Her reaction was the same, so he shoved his hand against her face and smeared it across her face. I think there's something wrong with your make-up, doc, he said with a proud smirk. Then the glass shard was up, dragging harmlessly along her abdomen, up her diaphragm and to her bra, which he cut in the middle, releasing her breasts from the confining fabric. Gently, Martin swirled the tip of the glass around her nipple and then held it between thumb and the edge of the glass. It would be very easy for me to cut it completely off, he said, waiting just a moment to see how she'd react to that. Then he was leaning down and capturing the other between his lips, suckling deeply on it, while he held the other nipple captive with the glass shard.
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Martin, She sobbed, feeling him place the glass on her thigh once more. Martin, please listen to me...stop this-. She cried out in pain when she felt the glass pierce her delicate skin. This time, her legs once again began to writhe under him, causing the blade to cut deeper in her leg. She felt one of her garters snap off her stockings just from her struggling but that was the least of her worries. This time she felt the blood seep out and once again her stomach turned. As he shoved his blood covered hand in her face, she could smell the iron scent of her own blood and felt like she was about to pass out. She wanted to close her eyes badly, but she couldn't for some reason. Even when he rubbed her own blood on her face and lips, she couldn't. All she could do was watch. Her struggling didn't do a damn thing to stop him. Feeling the cold shard on her abdomen now, she tried once again to speak. However, nothing came out when she felt her bra snap, her large breasts fully exposed to him and whatever his sick and twisted desires were. She held her breath when he placed the make shift weapon onto her nipple and tried very hard not to move. Her nipples were even more erect now, as if they enjoyed being threatened. Feeling his tongue latch to her nipple, she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. She was confused again. She didn't know whether she was enjoying herself or not. She was so scared she had nearly came close to pissing herself, but now she felt so hot and turned on. She had to put a stop this now. She tried to ignore the pleasure of him sucking on her other nipple so she could speak clearly. Think about the consequences if you continue this, Her voice was shaking but she had to try to talk him out of it if she couldn't break free of him. I promise not to tell....but you have to stop now!
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He was going out of his mind. Everything was calculated and methodical about him but it was slowly slipping the more she squirmed and panted and cried out beneath him. And her moan of pleasure stirred his insides up dramatically. He was going to lose it. Even after she begged him to stop, trying to convince him to stop, he continued to tongue her nipple voraciously, finally pinching the small nub between his teeth teasingly. Feeling his hand moving down, the glass sharp scraping lightly across her smooth skin, he paused near her abdomen. How easy it would be to just plunge this under her rib cage, blood, hot and sticky spilling forth and drenching him. His breathing became ragged and excited in anticipation of the feeling of the glass breaking her skin. He dropped it with a small tinkling clatter to the desktop and held himself up to look at her. The lines had become so blurred now. He'd never once lost control before in his life, all of his crimes having been carefully planned and executed. Then again, he'd never reacted this rashly towards someone before and for the first time in his life, he had trouble knowing what he wanted - he didn't know if he wanted to kill her...or fuck her. And only one of those things promised a very limited short-term release before ultimate imprisonment. He was done playing for now. Things would only get serious from here on out. And he was in no state of mind to make rational decisions. Standing up, he let her go and stepped back a step or two before plopping down into his chair exhaustedly. His face was solemn and scowling for a few moments before he glanced at her and he brightened considerably. You're a really good therapist, doc, Martin said, mockingly serious and returning to his cool and relaxed demeanor. I feel really open and uplifted now - I think we got a lot of very important work done in this session today. Lot's of deep and gritty ground covered. Before you know it, I just might be healed and return to society as a contributing citizen.
Thread: looking for a son who wants to be a father

Hello there. If you don't mind a switch or sub alignment character, I'd enjoy working out some details for rp over PM.
Thread: looking for a son who wants to be a father

RockaFilly said So I have a weird fetish for pregnant women... As it turns out, it's very healthy for them to have sex as long as it doesn't involve anal. Of course, the pregnancy doesn't happen til later on in the RP which will take a while unless you feel the need to sex a preggo right away of course. The mother-son relationships have always made me horny for some odd reason... Welp message me if you want to RP it out with me. There are no real requirement other than the son being over 13 and under 18. However, when RPing, please, stay in character and have some good, proper grammar. Click to expand... Hi ! Proper grammar and your age limit are obstacles but am still open if you interested. Male 39 here and ready to play age plays. Have been playing on IM for long. Let me know. Jogi
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Do you have a Rabbit Hole at Least?
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Hello hun, and don't be so nervous about it. I'm sure you'll find some people willing to hash out ideas for you to try, and when you get a little more comfortable I'm sure you'll be adding more to your request thread. If you want you can check mine out, though I'm not sure you'd find it all that preferable, under the male request thread and if a role catches your eye send me a pm and we can work out details.
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What kind of rp did you feel like doing?
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malmshodes said What kind of rp did you feel like doing? Click to expand... It doesn't matter to me, have any ideas? Pm me
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Feel like in the mood for a BrotherSister, SisterSister?
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TheRandomOne said Feel like in the mood for a BrotherSister, SisterSister? Click to expand... Not really into incest.. Sorry,
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Do you enjoy stranger or roommate rps?
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Hmmm interested in any Yuri, FF Pairings?
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Not going to be on much today, just leave me a PM if you want to RP later
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TO THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE CURRENTLY RPING WITH ME. I have to go to bed and get up early for a flight tomorrow. Lovelovelove.
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