Hey there, writers! Another LaMer thread coming your way, back to the roots of playing absolute filth again! A bit of background about me as a writer; I'm 25, from Europe, active writer with 9 years of experience, and someone who doesn't ghost! I love listening to other people's ideas, but do have pretty specific story that I'm craving right now, so here's my request thread about it! I'm a big fan of OOC talk, chatting about our scenario and ideas we might come up with, so if you're a fan of gushing over our story on the side, I'm all there for it!
Currently looking for OC x OC/celeb pairings, set in primarily modern, but sometimes also sci-fi, and rarely fantasy universes
Kinks I Want to Play: Corruption, old x young, ugly bastard, beauty x lowlife, filth, stench/odor, bad hygiene, facials, creampies, extreme humiliation, exhibitionism, shame, bestiality, degradation, risk of pregnancy/STD, watersports, light scat & vomit, smegma and so much more
Kinks I Won't Play: Gore, horror, anything hyper or otherwise unrealistic
The rough outline of idea #1 is for your character to run into some situation where she's either forcefully stripped nude in public, or accidentally loses her clothes in a crowded place - the experience being quite shameful and stressing for her, as she has to endure the stares of countless of strangers, or alternatively has to make her way back home without being seen, trying to avoid the constant risk of running into someone in her naked state. The experience though, humiliating as it was, would awaken something inside her, something that now craves for more oc the thrill of shame and embarrassment, and somehow she finds herself engaging in more and more degrading experiences.
For a more detailed example of a plot:
This starting position is more so focused on the pure public humiliation play, with her being stripped down for a search at an airport, left with nothing but her high heels for the rest of the flight. People staring at her, catcalling, trying to snap pics of her, etc. Emotional pain and shame. Things then continue on the plane. People masturbating in secret, stuff of that sort. Next would follow that shameful walk back home, as once she's landed she'd then have to try to stealth her way home, then and there having some of her first real hands on encounters in exchanges she'd be coerced to make if she wants a ride back home, doesn't want the police getting involved and stuff. If really mean with the woman, perhaps she'd even make it back home, but then has a similar thing happen to her once again not long after, though more accidental this time around. Having her clothes taken while she's in a clothing store, undressing in a cabin for example. The agonizing, but somehow thrilling experience would turn her into a sort of adrenaline junkie and lead her further and further down the road of degradation, to the point where she'd willingly, but to her own regret of falling so low, end up as a cleaner of whatever comes her way. The more extreme examples I was thinking of being stuff like public bathrooms she'd have to clean with her tongue and bare hands, mop up piss on the ground with her beautiful blond hair, swallowing whatever filth is stuck to the porcelain and tiles, risking whatever harm that might do to her, just because she can't stop acting on her impulsive thoughts anymore. Sort of like a victim of abuse, seeking out the pain, addicted to the awful emotions and thoughts of "what if someone would see me do X?"
Idea #2 would so you playing as Billie Eilish, turning into the most rancid piggy bitch superstar in the world! During one of your concert, your nose is suddenly assaulted by a rancid smell, coming to you from the crowd. You couldn't believe your luck, nor your nose, but it was undeniable; this was the worst stench you had ever known! Restraining your excitement, you told your security to find the guy you had eyed in the crowd as soon as the show was over and lead him to your private suit in the hotel which you were staying at! You were ready to throw your popularity away for this awful specimen of a man - ready to do whatever it was that he wanted to do with your body. Bathe in his piss, gulp down his filth, clean his toilet brush with your body, lap up his sweat and rotten smelling semen, suck the rim of his putrid ass. Heck, you were ready to turn into a heap of shit yourself, consume every fiber of his being until you yourself would soon start sweating his familiar stink, drool his old gunk from every hole of your body. This was it, your last day as Billie Eilish and the first step towards Billie Fetish! To the public you'd present yourself as having comtracted an unusual illness, but behind closed doors it was clear; this deterioration of your perfect beauty was nothing but a deliberate regression into a total skank and toilet whore for your dearest husband, the provider of your so beloved deviant odor!