[M4F] {Medieval Times, Medieval Measures}

Note: If you'd reached out earlier and I couldn't respond, you'll be a priority. Kindly bear with my one-player-a-time paradigm.

I, Count Zarnoff, am a sadist with a guarded reputation. I am imported nobility, a complete foreigner. Hired young as a mercenary during troubled times, I quickly rose up through the ranks with my uncanny approach to stabilizing the kingdom's borders. Now I own a sprawling countryside estate on this side of an impenetrable mountainous border. Too infertile for crops to grow, but lush with greenery for the livestock. Yes, in this part of the country, livestock is wealth, and I own most of it.

Now I stare with a listless, bottomless expression as I'm told of a daring raid on my stables by a band of outlaws. They've succeeded in making off with almost a third of my livestock. In the dead of the night, right under my nose. That is what they call my castle on the mountain. Count Zarnoff's Nose.

They made one mistake, the impudent rascals. They left you behind, daughter/sister of one of the ringleaders. I am determined to stub this scourge, and to make an example of you.

I decide you shall pay...in kind. Animal for animal. You shall take the place of whatever beast(s) they stole from me. You will work my stables. You will be allowed to write them a letter everyday, detailing your life at the stockades, pleading them to surrender, with all the loot, with all the looters, or stay you shall, and serve you shall.

To you who wants to play (and be forced to pay), I give a choice of the animal you want to be treated like.

One of my cows? You will be bound, and gagged, and milked everyday. Till your udders sag and turn sore. Lactation is one of my currently raging fetishes (ha, I should have known when I picked my username :p)

One of my mares? You will be collared, leashed, saddled, made to accompany me on all fours, carrying (carting?) my things.

One of my rabbits? You will be...the resident bunny. This one's for all the gape-queens out there. You will wear your tail-plug and clamps at all times, move only by hopping about, and please any of my guests I'm regularly (albeit grudgingly) obliged to receive and entertain.

One of my pigs? You will be kept at the filthiest of quarters, fattened gradually, fed scraps from a bowl you share with the other pigs, and can reach only with your mouth. You want a bath? Beg. You want to eat with your hands? Beg (and be refused).

You can choose any of all of the animals; if you have anything else in mind, run it by me and I'll ponder over it.

PM me with a list of your limits; if you have none, none at all, include "No Limits, my lord!" in the title. Do leave a description of your character's appearance, with all details that matter to you. Everything's on the (s)table, but not mandatory. If you enjoy bestiality or toilet play of any kind, be specific, very specific. A high tolerance for pain and being humiliated verbally is central to this act, and I promise to be merciless in dealing with disobedience or trying to escape.

Kindly do not expect any instant gratification in terms of replies, for I want to enjoy writing to you, engaging with your thoughts, and your mood.

Stay safe, and have fun, ye depraved angels of DPP!

PS: Any picture (within the public domain) about what your character looks like, makes it easier for me to decide!

Love, H.