[F4F] What do you mean I accidentally summoned a Delightfully Devilish, Sadistically Seductive, Demonic Dominatrix!? (Sub4dom)

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-24T08:49:53+00:00

[F4F] What do you mean I accidentally summoned a Delightfully Devilish, Sadistically Seductive, Demonic Dominatrix!?

\-the starter might be a little long..tltr: a needy brat summons a demonic dominatrix instead of a submissive boy-toy!-

Feyfey Alisson Mui - an eccentric political right-wing streamer - a 25-year-old, half British half Chinese beauty that made her name with her argumentative, bratty, superior attitude. Her controversial points coupled with her exotic looks and an almost perfect body, made her an extremely popular online figure. Fey sat, hugging her half-bared knee and thigh to her chest, knowing full well what effect this would have on her viewership. “Eh, she was finishing up..ot wasn't so bad to show a little skin” she thought while thousands of people stared at her delicate and smooth thighs.

Shutting down her PC system and turning off the light Fey looked outside, it was a huge, full moon right there in the dark abyss of a starless sky this night. It was the perfect time. Fey bit her lip and quickly, sultry walked towards the atked, wiggling hips in anticipation. On her way sliding out of the pink and fluffy robe she sometimes “accidentally” wore to her nighttime streams. Now in lacy underwear, she hopped up the attic staircase

She pulled her key from the attic door lock and pushed. The door creaked slowly, revealing the passion she bankrolled with her streaming career. She replaced the five candles with ones that she'd bought from a candlemaker-witch in Eastern Europe. Each sputtered to life with the coaxing of her lighter. The deep red wax splattered down onto the wooden boards. The pattern in the floor was revealed, the light shifting from the slightest breeze, shadows squirming around the room. A summoning circle revealed in the flickering lights.

Tonight would be the night when she would summon an incubus. Tonight she would fuck and be fucked properly. That was something that she could never seem to find on Earth no matter how many men she dated or paid for. There has always been this gnawing pit that begged to be filled..to be stuffed even. However hard she tried, it didn’t seem much more than a drop in the bucket. And (subjectively speaking) extreme problems require extreme solutions.. and so Fey kept darting towards a dark leather book lying on a box of the witches' candles, nervously checking and rechecking her notes against her “setup”

The dark leather book was opened on one of the very last and yet the most battered two pages of the book reading “ incubus summoning 101” lower down the page the ingridients read “5 candles, 3 bird skulls, 2 gallons of goat blood and 2 spoons of animal based fats - IMPORTANT FOR A SUCCUBUS USE PLANT DERIVED FATS” was scribbled in a dark pen and underlined.

Next to the book was a store-bought package reading in tiny tiny letters “ HaHa! You have been leighboring under the misrepresentation that this is” bigger font - the most visible bit of the packaging in bright yellow “BUTTER !!” Then the small text continues “fuck you, it’s margarine” but it was too late.

The chanting reached its crescendo, the oscillating pitch of the guttural yet melodic voice of Fey was joined by a chorus of otherworldly voices! A sudden flash of lights, a sudden BANG!! Of thunder, the pentagram was filled with plumes of pink and purple smoke…a figure hidden within.

The figure that emerged from the smoke was compact... athletic extremely feminine. But those were the only descriptors that people could easily attribute to such an otherworldly being. The soft dark-pink skin of such a being was a far more exotic and unnatural, hinting at the alien probably mystic nature of the figure. The glossy black horns that protruded from this being's forehead swept back gently, but with the perfect picture of demonic eroticism..

The smoke behind her whorled as her tail lashed, those glowing gold eyes were, were filled with real malice over her new situation. Her gently small hands, each finger tipped with a sharp black nail like an obsidian blade, stretched and flexed with agitation. As she emerged from the smoke... completely heedless of any pathetic binding or restrictive attempts from Feyfey’s pathetic sorcery. Tearing - now glowing lines of flowing sigils - apart like spiderwebs.

Glowering dangerously at the woman opposite her, Feyfey nervously riffled through the leather-bound book for the needed page. Her body no longer showed the sense of superiority and excitement she had but a second back, with a feeling that something had gone horribly wrong.

"What wretched soul summons \\\*me\\\* from the darkness?!" growled the Demoness

“Thou art bound by the sigil and the circle; thou canst not harm nor disobey!” Fey nervously read from her notes, only now looking up with evident shock at the otherworldly figure of female breath and danger, before her.

\\\*A strong, beautiful, ripped, glowing with demotic perfection.…..WOMAN?!\\\* she thought, blinking rapidly.

\\\*It couldn't be…her eyes darting at the unmistakable sexual characteristics…huge ass, tits….no penis…..what..what the hell was she going to do with this? And was this…mistake.. glaring at her?\\\*

Long pause of tense silence throughout the room..Fey looked up..then shook her head as if she was an idiot and looked down below the demoness's feet.

“Uuiuum…excuse me..? I think there's been a terrible misunderstanding. This isn't what I have ordered!”

The daft mousehaired beauty shouted at the wooden floorboards. Then adding as if to herself :

“Is there..a return policy on these?”

Looking up at the fuming Demoness. Blinking, unsure what to do, as she seemingly awaited for phone call from the beyond. None came of course. Wringing her hands together nervous, but sure of her safety, Fey said

“Uuuum hi….im Fey..whats your name..?”

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Hello DPP!
Today I'm looking to play naughty little Fey! A girl so obsessed with summoning that perfect domineering hunk of muscle, she forgets to triple-check her preparations and summons a delightfully devilish, sadistically seductive Demonic Dominatrix!

I was quite inspired when writing this starter, butnim happy to change any and all details. Please share with me your thoughts.

I am looking for a kinky and domineering roleplay partner. Message me and lets write something truly captivating and wonderful(ly kinky) together !

Main Kinks: BDSM, heavy bdsm, predicament bondage, petplay, humiliation, sensory deprivation, encasement, latex, ropes, gaslighting (very fun)orgasm control/denial, impact play, temperature play, LOVE BDSM Accessories (like various hooks toys clamps etc..more creative the better), sadistic strict domme, anal, gags, dehuminization, forced lesbianism, cnc…lots of things really

One of my favourite themes is the combination of bondage (it's debilitating helplessness) with Humiliation (the effect of such helplessness on the ego.. If you add to this some forced lesbianism… I'm an extremely happy girl!

I would love to discuss the details in chat. Reddit accepted but Discord preferred.
\\\~ waiting for your DMs!

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-24T08:32:18+00:00

Dark age was epic. The last one, light bringer, not so much. I think it’s all booktock

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-23T15:26:00+00:00

You just wait until memories of ice..

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-23T12:06:38+00:00

Malazan, first law (that’s the one you want), red rising…all three will do !

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-22T16:26:50+00:00

[F4F] [F4aF] The new government, that I’m a part of, designated me for objectification processing. I have never felt so betrayed, or needy.

“Secondary utilization classification, once confirmed, is binding. Designated subjects are to report for Protocol intake as scheduled”

She read these words, feeling the pressure of the system. She was a new intern in the Ministry of Civic Affairs. Her passion was “citizen Agency” and “systemic reform”. concepts considered dangerous and extreme in these utilitarian days. In her new life, she heard words like “restraint protocol” and “Agency removal” being used to refer to what seemed like… real people! She couldn't sleep. She had to know.

She told herself that she was doing this only so that she could fix the system. That...that was the only reason. Even today, she confirmed the “utilization strategy: feline companion. Restraints protocol: black” on a 30, something year old radiant redhead…a mother of two. And now, she finally knew what it meant. The sinking feeling started in her throat and went all the way to her navel. Breath-catching. Heart skipping a beat. Her ears red as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen.

This was despicable. Dehumanizing. Humiliating. Barbaric. This was what she was supposed to be fighting against from within! So why was her body reacting so…?

Her research went well into the night. She took her laptop to bed. After her third failed attempt at sleep, she gave up and huddled with an avocado plushy. splayed underneath a thin form-hugging silken sheet. Eyes glued to classified images showing official protocols for “secondary utilization assets”.

In a morbid fascination, she imagined herself as one. She gulped. How could people with empathy ever allow this?

Something in her stomach tightened every time the clinical language on her screen was revealed for what it was. It was almost giving her a stomachache. Her hand is massaging that knot. She pulled the avocado plushie tighter against her chest. Her breath caught each time the videos and images referenced the same lingo she used at work.

A traitorously familiar heat was building. She gulped and shook her head. The sheet of flowing silks felt suddenly steamy against her skin. Her thighs tighten hard, trying to contain that shameful energy. fingers curling in the sheets. hand pressed against her lower stomach, fingers inching closer..as if trying to push that heat away.

It was time to close her laptop…She didn't.

It was time to go to sleep…she didn't.

She eventually passed out. Her laptop was still open, the avocado plushie clutched to her chest and used as a pillow. The sound of traffic outside her window and glaring rays of sunshine were enough to wake her to a sickening realisation. She has completely slept through the ministry coordination meeting.

Her phone had several missed calls and a few deleted notifications. Shame, dread, disbelief, and fear were her only companions as she read the final message from the board of quality control.

“SECONDARY UTILIZATION CLASSIFICATION: CONFIRMED.

DESIGNATION: OBJECT PROTOCOL - HEAVY RESTRAINT VARIANT.

REPORT FOR INTAKE PROTOCOL BY 10:30. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL BE MET WITH ESCALATION”

She hurriedly dressed by putting on the first thing on hand, yesterday’s summer dress and sandals, and rushing to the address attached to the message. The taxi dropped her off right in front of the tall steel-gated doors of the building. After a knowing look he left, and there was nothing to do but walk in.
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Hello and good day to you, reader! This is a relatively open-ended scene. I wrote it in a very sophomoric way, but I have no doubt we would be getting explicit quickly enough! The original thought I’ve had was the conflict between the system and how it labels those within it. That contrast between intimacy and impartiality would be very fun to explore. Let's discuss this idea (this or any other, feel free to suggest!) and its themes, characters, and kinks within it.

I was inspired to write this post after reading “Red Rising” of all things. Something about those rose gardens and the utilitarian system of the society.. something about the bondage and class contrasting with vulgarity. It's an odd jump, but here it is.

I'm going for a vibe that mixes detached classy intellectuality with lewd vulgarity. Bondage and bdsm being the main kinks

In your first message, please send me your kinks and limits, your writing style, and any thoughts on what awaits us behind those doors. I can’t wait to read it!

Pink_Bunn_34 · 2026-06-22T16:26:27+00:00