Thread: Fx Male Submissive gal seeking Dom for Romance (Updated; 9/26/2020)

RE Well,would you like a story? L4 Lit Male Dom Recently Returned Examples of my posting abilitiessss 3 A Curious Door Nadine Sessler came from a small town in the corner of Germany. It was a ran down place, with not much to do but work or clean, and despite the good amount of money her family had there was really no television or electronics around. She had been through it all from the small age of one to the age of 13, beaten bloody on a side walk, watched a boy stabbed to death for not sharing a toy, the police officers brutalizing her grandmother. There was more, but Nadine had learned at a young age to not speak up against a wealthier family, or against a police officer, and she learned if someone wanted something she had, to hand it over right away. She had lost new shoes, jackets her mother had stitched together by hand, necklaces that were family heirlooms, but..not once did her grandparents complain nor her parents. Such is life. Her grandmother had often said. You are alive, no? It will be alright. On her fourteenth birthday her grandfather had taken ill and passed away over the freeze of night, silence had overtaken her family. On top of that Nadine had seven brothers and eight sisters, of which the majority worked in factories and some did not even make it to their fifth birthday. Medications were scarce in their small town, and the hospitals were too far to travel with a car that was beaten and falling apart. Often her mother would joke that it was a 'Death Trap', though her words were sincere and not once did she let any of her younger children ride in it when they had to go anywhere. When her parents had to leave for either work or to get groceries, Nadine was left home with her younger siblings and she was forced to take care of them. Though, one time her younger brother had taken a fit and she could not console him, not knowing what to do she had screamed at the boy, but before she could hit him her grandmother had stopped her. Fits were normal for Nadine, though over the years she had grown out of them until her grandfather had passed, still she had been thankful her grandmother had been there to stop her. Until her brother had hit two and passed away of chicken pox. What had been the point of stopping her if he was already on deaths row anyways? Nadine didn't know but, such was life. By the time Nadine had turned ten she had been working, though luckily she had found a job much better and appealing to her than a warehouse. There was a chocolate store on the corner, about two or three miles away and Nadine had forced herself to walk there and back everyday since she was six. She had been so happy to go there everyday that the man behind the counter had offered her a job when he felt she was old enough. Not once did she complain, the pay was much better than what her brothers and sisters made, and the chocolate place Handgemachte Schokolade Hand-made Chocolate, was a lively place. Foreigners came far and wide, even wealthy people came to purchase the chocolate, and the lines only grew every year. Near her fifteenth birthday, before her grandfather had passed, she had learned to make the chocolates herself and stay in the back, the lines had stretched all around the corner of the block, rain or sleet, ice or warm, there was a line, and Nadine never complained when she got more money for the day. Though, over the years she had heard many funny stories about a strange door popping up randomly inside the work space. She had thought the other workers crazy, for Nadine had never grown up with fancy fairy tale books, her stories had been the true ones her grandmother and grandfather had told her growing up, so when the rumors had started among workers that a random weird door was popping up, to not open it, to not go through the tunnel, Nadine simply ignored it. Today had been different though. The sky was bright, besides the clouds that blocked out the sun and caused the rays to part through the fluff in large streaks that shone on the side walk, shinning on the puddles on the brick streets. People were just starting to open their shops, seven a.m. came quickly, and Nadine was on her way almost to the chocolate shop. She had turned sixteen today, though her family would not celebrate her birth year anymore, and Nadine had learned to live without, so she had started her walk bright and early before the sun had come out. Now, it was almost right above her like it should be, shinning on her dim hand-me-downs, clothing her grandmother had worn as a girl her age since she was the same size. Though her mother had to take some of Nadine's money to purchase her underwear and bras from a nice shop closer to the edge of town, a fancy place, but they made their clothing well, and her bras needed to be specially made anyways. Nadine was bigger busted than many German women, at 38d, around a 22 waist, and her pants size would have been around size 6. Nadine was fit, walking everyday 3miles toned her legs and stomach, and working everyday since she was ten had given her muscles to work with, though the girl still only stood at 5'3, and her long light brown hair had been pulled on top of her head in a braid with little flowers in it, something her grandmother still loved to do. She wore a cream colored blouse, with lace around her neck and her biceps, she wore a black lace skirt and black button up shoes to match as she trudged through the back way to enter the store. Nadine didn't use make up, like majority of Germans did not, her lashes were long, thick, black, even her bottom ones framed her large golden hues, her brows were well trimmed and rose slightly arched on her pale skin. She had large lips, or full ones, high arched cheeks, an oval shaped doll face, and a small nose, her ears, neck, wrists, hands, ankles, feet were also very small, and often people would joke she was child sized, since..Nadine often have to steal her younger siblings shoes or gloves to get them to fit right. She had walked in, expecting to see the large room full of pots and pants, of ingredients to make the chocolate, but the room was completely empty. Just a large open room, eighteen feet ceilings, eighteen feet in front of her, beige walls, custard colored ceiling, white floors and..no doors. Nadine tilted her head confused as the door behind her shut loudly, echoing through the room and causing her to jump. She looked behind her, but the door was gone, her brows furrowed in confusion. Am I dreaming? Nadine spoke slowly as she pressed her fingers into the wall where the door had been, running over the wall's texture, but it did not feel like there had ever been a door there, only ever that wall. Nadine stepped back, shaking her head, not believing this could be real. She put her left hand's index finger to her pink lips trying to muse some sort of reasoning for all of this to be happening, but then laughter filled her ears and caused her to turn her heels to the center of the room. Nadine witnessed the blur of red eyes, with a baby's white bottom running away towards a large set of double doors that had appeared on the far wall. The child did not open the delicately carved doors, instead it ran through them and vanished, and Nadine's hands were out stretched to warn the child it was running into something solid. Her hands shook at the sight, but she took a large breath and sighed. Well, if I'm dreaming, I guess I should see what's on the other side of this. Nadine wasn't truly frightened just a bit on edge about the whole of this, and she stomped her way across the room to open the double doors, not bothering to look at the scrolling of words that warned her to avoid entering this world if she did not know how to return to hers, she did not even see the fine work depicting a life of fantasy that the doors warned off, and as she opened them, all Nadine saw was a long long hall full of more beige walls, yellow ceilings, and white flooring, and a soft light at the end of it. Oh, maybe I should go there to wake up. With that she moved forward, jumping when the doors slammed behind her, but she ignored them moving closer and closer to the light. An unexpected Love Everything had been perfect and still since the beginning. Zylphia had grown up in a small town with a middle class family, only the one bedroom to share and not much to live off of but it had been enough. Enough food, her mother had made wonderful had sewn dresses, and her father had always been supportive, more so when a few little siblings were born and Zylphia had blossomed. She had enjoyed the company of family, and the way they celebrated their holidays, there were so many of them, but the ones she knew the closest seemed to be her father's brothers and sisters. They were always the kindest to her, and some of her aunts were extremely cuddly, almost like dogs. Besides her favorite uncle, she had always enjoy laying on his lap and listening to his heart beat below his chest, it always seemed to calm her, make her feel protected, and he always seemed there when she was deathly ill. She loved him, a lot, he was like a second father to her and she always went for him for advice. On the eve of Zylphia's 15th birthday, news had arrived of a boy taking interest in her, she had never so much as met the boy, nor talked to him, but his family was wealthy and had power as well as position over her family so..it was not like her father was allowed to reject. 'They'll ruin us..' her father had said one evening with tears in his eyes, anger had stricken him, he had felt something odd about the boy, something he had not liked but he had no power to object. 'I can't refuse Zylphie, we need the money! Where would your mother find shelter? Where would you eat or sleep?'He knew he could always return the wild, it's where him and the boys belonged, but his wife and daughters belonged around humans, they didn't need to know the truth of the family secrete. It had been a promise he had made to his wife the day they had gotten married, 'The ones that don't change must never know.' It was to protect them, and this had been no different. Her father had wanted to protect her, as much was evident in his demeanor when he had torn the papers up only to have his wife carefully pick them back up and piece them together. They had to reply, Zlyphia knew very well they must and she did not object. It was normal to her, for men of higher status to ask for a girl's hand in marriage, for them to have no say. It was after all, the head of the households who decided whom their daughters married, though Zlyphia knew in this case her father had little position to deny. So there for, the next couple of months Zylphia had gotten to know her fiance, she had been pleased at first, the boy had seemed nice, though much older than her in his early twenty's. He was handsome and all the women and girls seemed to flock to him, power and beauty often did such a maddening thing. So Zylphia had no complaints, she was a pretty girl and fit by his side perfectly, at least with her beauty and manners, she was a little firecracker with her words sometimes. She stood at 5'2, her bust had grown to the size of 38D, her waist was small at 20, her hips larger at 34, the girl had an hour glass and she was fit as any women he had ever seen, Zylphia liked to run, she liked to play and climb and hide. Her hair was long, spiraled curled naturally and it had a darker tone, though in the daylight it seemed a mixture of mahogany as well as the color of a flame. Her face has a soft blush to it, her skin a softer beige then most, and she had this peculiar mark on her neck that looked as though a claw had dug into it once, a scar she had thought, but her father had promised her it was only a mark she had at birth. Zylphia's face was oval, small and adorable, long black lashes, barely arched brows, thin small nose, full lips, round cheeks, and large green hues that reflected golds as well as soft silvers. So yes, she fit quite nicely by his side, Adam, and she had been most happy at first when she cracked jokes at him alone, when she showed him how high she could climb and how fast she could run, but..things had changed when the wedding had gotten closer, his true colors had flared. Zylphia had hidden the fact from her family, longer sleeves, longer necks on her dresses, hair positioned in such a way to hide a bruise, he never tried to hit her face, and when he did she tried her best not to go out in public. Though, sometimes she had and Zylphia had been forced to lie. I feel off a tree, so clumsy of me. She had told her mother one day, a tear rolling down her mother's face. Her mother knew it was a lie, Zylphia had lost the ability to look anyone in the eye, besides..Zylphia had never fallen from a tree in years, she had grown past that. She had become more withdrawn from talking with others, other men, other women, family. Adam didn't like it, wouldn't allow it, and she had no room to object. My Father will make sure your mother can never walk right again. Adam had threatened one evening. Or there was the one time he had said, I'll see your little brothers and sisters strung up like dogs left out in the cold, on display for everyone to see what happens when you deny my family what it wishes! What I wish! Zylphia had learned quickly to not object anymore, after the few times he had beaten her so badly she couldn't move off the floor, and he had left her there over night in the cold to 'think about' what she had done. So she had changed, but she had stopped thinking there was any saving herself, and her family seemed oblivious to the fact, or tried to act the part. Still, Zylphia was happy she was getting married, that she might be a mother someday, that her uncle was walking her down the asile, her favorite uncle, though Adam had tried to object, but his father had interjected, at least there was some happiness in this for her..some. She'd get to see the happy faces on her mother and father, her siblings routing her on, and the fake smile Adam presented on that day, the fake love he proclaimed. At least I can pretend that's the real him, at least I can enjoy the lie for a day. Zlyphia had found herself thinking more and more. That'll be alright, I'll make it through. Though, today was special, Adam had promised her someone she liked was visiting for a change. Though, Zlyphia hardly believed him anymore. She had been washing the floor when he had put a foot on her back, no pressure yet. Can't have you bruised too badly. Adam had started, Yet. We'll wait until he leaves, see how bad you misbehave. His chin had lifted in the air as he twisted his shoe into her back, Zylphia had stiffened, but she didn't scream, she had learned to not give him that satisfaction. If it pleases you. This wasn't normal for her, she would normally push him back, bite his tongue, but Zylphia had forgotten how to stand up for herself, still she held her dignity. She had gotten dressed when Adam had announced the visitor should have been there soon, she could only guess it might be his father, maybe her father though he never stayed long. She was here more often then she enjoyed, in his house, with his things, following his orders, following his every beck and call. Today was no different, when she in her room - a guest room he kept for her, she paused as she looked into the long thin mirror that stood at 6', staring at her hollowed lifeless eyes, her sunken face, the bruises along her forearm, and a bruise on her shoulder from a day or so ago. They were fading, but they wouldn't fade in time for their visitor. Zlyphia sighed, the person looking back at her wasn't her, and she touched the mirror with her palm. Who are you? Surely you are not me and I am not you? She moved away from the mirror, grabbing a heavy dress, pulling it on and tightening her own corset, it was a filly thing, peach colored with creams, it showed off her chest more than she liked and the collar was so high it dug into her ears and kept her chin raised up, she couldn't bend it down, but..it covered up her bruises. Zylphia pulled up her hair, pinning it to the side before she moved downstairs to the kitchen to get whatever they needed ready, some tea most likely. Sibling Love Everyday was vibrant and full of life, besides roaming the lands and howling at the moon or cuddling with the plants, school was very pleasant as well! She was popular, because Aliune was small and cute, she quite often acted like a child and ohh and awed at everything, boys loved it, girls wanted to be like her, and she was loved everywhere. Aliune, at the age of 14 had gotten a boyfriend, one of her brother's friends that played with him on his soccer team, her brother would a been popular and was in a sense if he wasn't so nerdy and withdrawn from others. It didn't seem like he enjoyed any of the girls that approached him, perhaps he just hadn't found the right one. Still, Aliune feel in love with one of her brother's friends, one of his colieges in soccer, he was of a different breed but Aliune didn't mind that he was a tauren, he was strong and demanding, and she quickly had fallen in love with his dominate and protective stature over her small self. That, and he hadn't been lacking down below, though she had never braved to go as far as touching one another never penetrating. By the time Aliune's 16th birthday had veered around, she had been so happy! She was getting older and smarter and prettier and she had someone she loved for a long time, two years strong. By then, Aliune was ready to further their relationship, to go all the way but..well Kele was eighteen now, and he was going to graduating soon, that and..Aliune was so small to him that he had started to withdraw. She had only grown a few inches over the years though developed in other areas, but Kele had began to find interest in his own kind as the females had finally started to blossom and well... Aliune had found him on the floor of her bedroom, balls deep in one of her best friends. Though, Kele had then told everyone in school he had decided to break up with her, but Aliune still replayed the scene in her head over and over, along with the sounds they had made and how happy they had looked at that moment. Not to mention, how perfectly their bodies had fit together. Still, Aliune had pretended like nothing was wrong, even when she had stopped talking to her best friend, and Kele had started dating her openly. Even when she wasn't acting normal, she still tried to pretend everything was okay. Aliune was in her classroom after the alarm had broken out for them all to take a break, still Aliune stayed in her char behind her desk. Aliune had her left hand rested under her pale round chin, her right arm extended, index finger, nail dragging circles on her mahogany desk. She had been making a circle the entire day, so much so that her nail had actually cut a circle into the wood, forever staining it. Her pale flesh was lit up under the white light of the room, Aliune's violet hues followed her finger, blinking profusely to try to hold back tears in her long black lashes. Aliune's nose was small, and she had a childish look to it, high brows, thin, small nose, big pouty lips, high cheek bones, her black ears sat on top of her head, flopped forward but otherwise pointed. Aliune had a birthmark on her right cheek, just a line of red, almost like lipstick had been pulled against her cheek. Her hair was long, black as well with brown at the ends, she had bangs that ran a little above her brows in a straight line, and then chunks of hair that framed her face, her hair was pulled into pigtails with little pink bows with bunnies on them. Aliune was about 4'10, d cup breasts, 20 waist, she had an hourglass figure, and a butt to go for it, but she dressed like a little girl might, frilly pink poka dot skirt with all shades of white. A tight blouse that had little bows on the shoulder, and ended a little under her breasts showing off some of her tummy, though her belly button was covered by the skirt, and her black tail was on the ground, bushy and wild like the animal she was. Her skin was fair, unlike many of her family, it was a light beige, her back had patches of fur that made a line down her spine, no one knew where, but Aliune knew it stopped a little above her ass. Still, here Aliune was, as her friends had tried to pull her away, her finger stopping before continuing as her eyes started to well up. Defense of VINland Sunn Teitdottir had never so much as been on a battlefield her entire life, but she had been trained nonetheless. Her family was Viking, her ancestors were Viking, and they had taught the girl at a young age to pick up a shield, to pick up a sword and how to fight. There was nothing more exciting then the first battle for a young viking girl, and the moment arouse when a messenger from a small town off the coast of Mexico had traveled all the way up north to the mountains to relay the message they had been invaded by Christians. They had packed there things, they had readied the ships, and they had started a long journey south to the Gulf. The journey itself had been taxing, some men had freaked out on the boat, yelling at her father he had no idea where to go. Annoyed, she had watched her father snap the man's neck, her mother throwing the body off the boat as they had continued, but the casualties had piled up. Traveling from the North to the south had taken longer than expected, but the ocean was great and made it easy for their ships to pass the land mass, seeing the buildings in the distance, the Christian ships, the lights on. Sunn had been curious to see what they were like and eagerly had gone to the side of the boat to stare in the darkness through fog at the colony setting up. Her father had smiled a man of thirty who had seen many wars, but had done nothing more than built boats, being an Earl was not for him. He stepped up next to his young daughter, covered in nothing but a long greenish dress with belts wrapped around it, her hair had been pulled into many large and small braids, but parted down the back for one big braid on each shoulder. His hand outstretched, large and worn to point at the colony, anger striking his face. Tomorrow, after resting and meeting our people, we will set up a plan to invade those wretched Christians and rid them of our lands! Her father growled out the words, she watched him with her green eyes before looking back at the colony. Her patter her on the back, causing the girl to hold onto the ledge so she did not fall over. He leaned down, Sunn was a short girl, only standing at 5'0, she would never grow any taller, Are you ready for your first battle Sunn? Her father asked, excitement in his eyes as he looked at his child, his sons had left for other colonies, having family and children, but he knew they would be on other boats and they would not miss the chance for a fight. Sunn looked at her father, he was tall 6'4 her eyes twinkled with excitement, she couldn't wait for her first battle, and he laughed at the look in her eyes. Malice! Perfect! You should hate those Christians! Sunn nodded, not speaking as she looked back at the colonies. Eight ships in total had come from the mountains, and set up along the gulf of the small village's edge. There were already many ships there, some were probably from the north as well, but maybe not as far North as Sunn lived. The women had been the first off the ships, after the men who anchored the boats to the docks, Sunn had followed her mother off the dock, up the long pen roads to the Earl's home. Her mother wrapped around her daughter's shoulder The woman was a pretty thing standing at 5'6 to her daughter's 5'0, red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, it was easy to tell where Sunn had gotten her looks from, but she too was the age of thirties. Come Sunn! Let us join the others already there at the Hearth! I'm sure Earl Mursi has already told Earl Skari we are here, we come with ships. Sunn pointed to the other warriors, ones she was not familiar with, though the girl still did not speak. Her mother followed her pointing fingers looking in the direction her daughter pointed to men, women, young boys her age or younger, piled inside the Hearth or settling down. Other warriors from other towns, they come to fight for the Gods! Her mothers voice rose, hand in air with excitement. Sunn smiled softly, as they approached the Hearth. She took her daughter's hands, pushing people out of their way to get inside to the table. That was when Earl Skari came out, Earl Mursi as well as other Earls all together in front of Earl Skari's chair at the center of the room. Her mother stopped as her daughter stopped looking at the sight. She smiled, whispering in her daughter's ear. We are vikings and we fight soon Sunn. Please. Drink, celebrate we are all together and live your life together, enjoy it while it lasts! Her mother said such things as though Sunn might die in battle soon, but it was a common thing. Vikings always lived for the moment, they never wasted time, virginity wasn't such a sacred thing. Sunn smiled shyly as she watched the Earl's laugh before Earl Skari, a tall brutish looking ogre of a man, a beard down to his belly, grabbed a horn of alcohol and toasted it to the other Earls, thanking them for coming. Sunn moved away from her mother, joining some of the warriors she had known growing up on a long table, though there were only four of them, and the rest of the long table was empty for now. They smiled at her, all much older than her, before offering her a drink. So glad to see you join us for battle Sunn! Gods be blessed to have you lose your virginity on the battlefield! An older man, weathered and tired laughed, smiling as Sunn grasped the horn and rose it smiling. Ahhh! That's a brace little girl! He encouraged knocking horns with her before she downed it. Most of these are older examples. Here is my most recent from a solo project. Solo Project After taking a few moments to calm myself down and not hearing the voice againI examine the room. Small mosaic titles line the floors. All the columns are curved and where the columns meet the ground and ceiling they are also curved. As if someone smoothed the columns out to be melded with the ceiling and floor. There are six columns around this small circular room. The door I came through? Nope. Not behind me. The floor is mainly white and as the tiles get closer to the middle of the room, they turn all sorts of colors blues like the ocean or sky, reds, pinks, purples, greens, yellows, oranges, black and greys. In the center a singular structure stands up. A pedestal. The tiles go up the pedestal as well, ending in darker shades of the colors. The ceiling above the pedestal is nothing but bright colors. In the center they go back to pastels. The ground, however, went from white to suddenly blue thenall the other colors seem to be making some sort of picture. I realize the ceiling looks like some weird void. And the floor? I reluctantly stand, in pain. I walk around the column in the center. Quickly, I realize the floor is making a spiral. With red, orange, pink, yellow shades making up jutting arms coming out of it. So A broken spiral. All leading to the middle of the room. I gaze at the pillar again. Stunned. Shocked. Confused. Half expecting the voice to sound in my head again. I have to be dreaming. The pain in my arm, my back, my entire body tells me otherwise. I also know I landed on my leg with the overactive nerves in it. The pain is sharp. Constantly stabbing, but I cant focus on that. Maybe its adrenaline. Perhaps its the fact Im a bit confused on what is happening, but I dont seem to process how much pain I am in. Slowly my gaze goes up the pedestal to see Is that a mask? Im unsure, but pretty sure. Its not one of your plastic masks or made by hands crappily maskIts also not ceramic or clay. I realize this as I look at it. It doesnt...Im not sure what material it is because it doesnt shine like metal. Its smooth. Black. However, it has what looks like intricate layering. There are crescent shapes under the eye sockets that go down the check and stop an inch away from the lips. The crescent shapes also go down on the sides of the jaw. They stop below the lips parallel to the others above them. They are also black. Lifeless. Lifeless? I wonder as I study the mask further. The features are neither male or female. With the way the crescents fall, it makes it entirely hard to determine which sex should wear this. I notice the Crescents above the brows move and form points away from one another. Orbs hang from the tips combining them perfectly. The mask also has these smaller orbs forming the shape of brows. No expression. The top of the head seems smooth from this angle, so I step around. Limping slightly. Damn. I curse. As I get to the sides, I realize the edges of the mask has small sharp points layering on top of one another to make some sort of weird lace pattern. Still it doesnt look entirely female. Features or the shapes on it. The top of it, the scalp beyond the tips of the crescents that end in parallel with the start of the brow formthe very scalp part goes from the weird lace pattern to swirls of orbs and dashes of thin pieces of what looks like black metal. It reminds me of Van Goughs artwork. With a mix of stippling? Thats probably it. The word Im looking for. Everything on the mask is entirely black and doesnt shine or shimmer like any metal I have seen. If anything, its mat. Looks lifeless andfeels weird in this strange colorful room. Misplaced maybe? I get behind the mask. Its tilted in such a way from where I came in and fell, the face was presented to me fully. Yet as I get to the back-noting how almost straight up it is, since its slightly tilted back, that nothing is holding it up. Nothing! And its hovering ever so slightly off the pedestal. I tense. The back of it? Its a spiral of black and shimmering grays. The grays are small delicate orbs. The blacks different dashes andwhat looks like elegant swirls. Ive never seen metal bend so elegantly. Its also tiny thin pieces. Ive seen a lot of people bend wire to make rings and the infinity sign, but this is nothing like that. Also, most of the time it still looks like a forced shape after years of experience. At least it does to me. This metal...while it looks entirely too thin and fragile to make the shape or hold a mask togethersomething is telling me it is anything but fragile. Also. The swirls look more free flowing. Like someone drew them on. They arehowever, sticking up in layers on top of the different dash marks. So, I know it isnt drawn on. Because as I bend down, I can see the small gaps between all the pieces. Nope. Thats metal. Oh yeah and the swirl of the back of the mask! Its beautiful. Breathtaking like the room and the front of the mask itself. The swirl goes to the nose point. At least that is what it looks like. I look at it again. Maybe Im looking at it wrongand as I stand back up with a finger tapping my lip and my left arm crossed over my chestI realize the swirl is directing the viewer to look between the eyes. Literally. I can see through the holes here. See the white wall in front of mewhere somehow, I had come through a weird water bubble door. There is air here. Well, guess Im a genius and just figured that out. Still. Not sure about the room. Or the maskor how to get out. Last edited Sep 20, 2019