[M4M] [M4F] [M4NB] [M4TF] [M4A] Faustian Bottom - A Historian's Devilish Curiosity And Its Consequences

How did I get like this, you ask?

Oh...dedication.

It's true, my circumstances now seem pretty desirable. A tenured position at Harvard without even breaking 30; a well-appointed office, a heavily expideted series of degrees, bestseller after bestseller in the formerly lagging History isle. The Oracle, some exuberant admirers had taken to calling me; an incorruptible lens through which the greatest secrets of the past, even those which has been widely speculated on and analyzed, could be resolved exactly, with indisputable evidence, iron-clad theses, and as-yet undiscovered sources, all packaged into neatly publishable packages. I'd allowed myself to fall backwards into some of the benefits; the vacation house by Cape Cod, the stylish brownstone, the stylish wardrobe and collection of exotic lovers. It was, in truth, a rather miraculous success story; one mystery about which I'd never been particularly inclined to comment. People just brushed that off as my arrogantly cultivating a certain mystique about my research, which I suppose was true...but the reality was that the truth was so bizarre, it might as well be termed fiction.

Some ten years ago, I had been a freshly enrolled History student at the University of Pennsylvania; a decent school, and a good course, but I was a thoroughly lousy presence. Having grown up under the overbearing shadow of deeply religious parents, I'd siezed upon the chance to finally drink, make merry, and explore things I'd long known about myself. It had been amazing, but it had also meant that dragging myself back to my studies had always felt like pulling teeth. I barely scraped by my first year, and now, in the midst of my second, I was facing the real possibility of being kicked out entirely as a result of my healthy extracurricular schedule. It was in the middle of one such night of field research that I stumbled onto a fiendishly handsome partner, and...well, it's such a sterotypical story. I fucked the devil, and afterwards, he offered to take me to any point in history I wanted - to fulfil any amount of the professional curiosity I had that had dragged me into this major in the first place, to answer any unresolved question. And, of course, like any good and profiteering historian, I accepted in an instant.

The trips have been miraculous. Pre-colonial South America, the pre-Christian Levant...Minoan-era Crete...all just, with a slight twist. Every time the figure (who later revealed that he was more of a similarly malevolent angel than the devil) dragged me back through time, he changed me into a new form - a period-appropriate one with language to match, that made it much easier to blend in, but always seemingly one with a certain period-appropriate lewdness about them, that means I always seem to end up solving these issues through rampant fornication. For that first assignment, rescuing my grades by helping resolve the true purpose of the Antikythera Mechanism, I was transformed into a small, slim-thick cabin femboy, who was able to overhear the creator muse on the exact nature of its mechanics as I helped him unwind over a long and vigorous afternoon. When I had made it to the PhD level, switched to the more applicable field of archeology, and wanted to resolve where Hitler's missing gold had fled to after the relevant plane crashed on its route to Berchtesgaten, I soon found myself inhabiting the stockings, heels, and tight-cropped jacket of a stage actress, who entertained Hans Baur and a number of other pilots long enough to get the flight plans (and, as my capricious friend delighted in reminding me, technically get pregnant). You can likely imagine who he changed me into when my publisher asked me to finally solve the Jack the Ripper question; and luckily, when he caught me walking the London streets that fateful evening, my disguise worked enough for him to choose to penetrate me in a much less harmful manner than he usually did. My book on the Aztecs came from a solid year spent passed from Eagle Warrior's column to conquistador's espada; and I saw the incursion of the Sea People from atop a nearby hillock, begging the enthusiastic local fisherman to fuck me 'in the manner of the bitch' so that I could make some sketches of the designs of their vessels. I have, in my own private sense, long since abandoned my dignity - I know my career is built on lies and a level of timespan-threatening harlotry a millennia (or two, or three) wide, but I am quite simple much too successful to care. As I drink my morning Ethiopian blend and let NPR waft over me in my wingback chair, I am quite contented in knowing that everything was, in fact, quite worth it.

Then, an e-mail from my publisher. A new request for a book - all manner of promises if I can get it, sign-up deals, movie rights, a spot on Colbert. For this one, it seems they want me to look into some irregularities that have just come up around the death of Oda Nobunaga. As I type my reply, my fingers shake with mixed rage and arousal - I can only imagine what kind of fetishised, orientalised geisha my academic saviour wants to push my brain inside...and what kind of brutish, aggressive samurai he'll then engineer to push inside me... Oh, who am I kidding? I can hardly wait at this point.

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Hey there! So, as you can see from this prompt and my other prompts on my profile (all of which are very much still open), I'm a huge fan of the 'historical femboy/gender-bending and transformation' prompt, and this is yet another in that line, albeit with a kinky twist - a procrastinating soon-to-be academic failure is offered an incredible opportunity by a fiendish force, but, in taking it, discovers that every visit to the past is accompanied by copious amounts of sex, which often seems to be the only way to help resolve the questions he came back to answer in the first place. Although the prompt might make it seem like I'd want you to play the 'devil' (and that would still be fun, and fluid...he can come in many guises, and into many guises), I'd actually be equally happy for us to just create a number of different characters for you to play throughout the different time periods, who are all united in two things - their proximity to the question I'm trying to answer, and their unavoidable desire to take my character on a more localised tour, namely of the nearest alleyway, ale-house backroom, or anywhere else they can fuck me until I scream myself hoarse. If you wanted to, we could even do a modern-day blackmail scenario, where you as an occultist at the university discovers my dealings with infernal powers, and uses that leverage to force me to take part in your numerous 'experimental fertility rituals'. Really, there are so many possible opportunities here - anywhere from Ancient Sumeria or Egypt (a temple consort hears all, and receives all as well), to 1960's Texas (I could go for a 'fucked by John F. Kennedy' anecdote). I am ideally looking for someone willing to play multiple characters of different genders, but if you prefer to stick to one, we can make anything work. Also, don't worry if you're not that familiar with history but still like the prompt/aesthetics of the past - we can easily invent something to make a period work. If you're interested, please feel free to let me know what kind of people you'd like to roleplay as, and maybe an example of a period/mystery I could be heading back to solve. If you've made it this far, add 'logistics' (sexy, I know) somewhere in your message to get a leg-up in my estimations.

My main kinks for this prompt are crossdressing/feminization, gender change/body swapping, public sex/exhibitionism, BDSM, caning, CNC ('consent' as an idea in the past was a lot...looser, and as such so am I), CBT, musk, body worship (on occasion), detailed descriptions of period-authentic clothing/scenes/scenarios, humiliation, group sex, pregnancy scare/risk, being held captive, abusive relationships (being held captive/made someone's wife), and many other period-dependent things (oil in Ancient Egypt, etc).

My main limits are gore, scat, bestiality and underage characters.