[F4M] Coercion, Applied Force

Looking for long term, detailed, paragraph style roleplay. Please read the title 😭 stop soft domming me. No porn logic. Creative, well written individuals come to the front of the line.

1. I was assaulted several months ago. A man attacked me and… Well. The details are why I’m seeing a therapist (you). To recover. To heal. To move on. But you won’t let me. As my therapist you begin to give me methods and tools to work through my problems. When I have a panic attack you make me rub myself through it. When I have a nightmare, I document the details and recite them to you. You make me tell you about the incident, over and over and over again, and you ask me to cry about it. You rewrite my brain so that my trauma arouses me.

2. Daddy/Mommy walks in on me touching myself. It’s my fault for leaving the door unlocked. Shocked and appalled by what you see, yet you don’t retrace your steps. You stay standing there, staring, watching. Startled and embarrassed I stop and try to quickly cover myself but you gently try to tell me that it’s okay. Unexpectedly, you pull up a chair, take a seat and ask me to keep going. When I don’t, you take action, and find a way to /make/ me comply so that you can sit and be entertained. You /instruct/ me on how to touch myself, how to open my legs so you can see, how to moan louder and say your name. Things escalate from here.

3. You, my long term partner has been slowly isolating and chiseling away at my self esteem, little by little training me to feel insecure, weak and solely dependent on you. We just moved in together. You start micromanaging my time and get upset when I get stuck at work late, so I quit my job for you. I drop out of school because you convince me that I can’t handle the stress. I distance myself and eventually abandon my friends because you get jealous and accuse me of cheating. I’m desperate to win back your trust despite having never done something wrong. You sell my car because you say we need the money. I become reliant on you. All I want is to make you happy but lately you seem more and more agitated. I’m not doing enough. I’m failing. Suddenly, my life isn’t my own anymore. What will you turn me into?

4. Frat party gone sideways. I’m not a partygoer but my friends begged me to go, promising me things wouldn’t get out of hand. Unfortunately for me, I lost track of them an hour into the night, and realized quickly that I had been ditched. You and your friends give me rounds of shots, to cheer me up and I have to admit, I don’t mind looking at you. But then things get a bit blurry and before I know it, I’m becoming the central entertainment for the entire party, paraded around on a leash, whipped and stripped while a crowd hoots and hollers. Things do in fact get out of hand.