**Key Kinks involved:** *Brainwashing, threatening, physical abuse (including blood), verbal abuse, cervical penetration, extreme humiliation, forced worship, forced lactation, watersports (piss-play), musk scents (testicles and cock), raceplay (negotiable), pet-play, slave-play, breeding, branding, body-writing, choking, slapping, drugging, aphrodisiac use, and blackmail.*

**Limits:** *Vomit, scat, feet, rimming.*

***I write in the third person and first person.***

**I prefer role-plays that are slow-burn, and take a while to unfold. Therefore, it requires someone who is a bit twisted and enjoys the escalation of the thrill.**

**The partner should be detailed, literate and capable of writing at least one paragraph. The grammar doesn't have to be perfect all the time, we all make errors, but it should be fixed and generally taken into consideration.**

**Here is a starter from where you can follow with your starter:**

*John's mother sat quietly in the front seat of the car, as a passenger; a common happenstance due to John driving her everywhere she desired. The sun's rays cast down harshly on them both, but they wore sunglasses to mitigate the flare.*

*"Are we quite there yet?" The mother asked whilst glancing to the side with her eyes to the traffic that zoomed by. It was loud, and overburdening, which was the reason the windows were made soundproof and had a tinted screen.*

*"Not yet, mom. We're almost there, but we still have to go to my house to get a few things," John advised and focused on the road ahead, taking the exit.*

*"A waste of time. I've told you before that you have to be prepared for when I travel. You're such a lazy bastard, John. Get a move on, I've got work to do," his mother chimed, as if this manner of speaking was as common as breathing.*

*John suspired and continued driving, not responding to her cruelty in any way that could be misinterpreted. He parked his car into the garage and stepped out of the vehicle.*

*"What the fuck are we doing here, John? You pig-headed moron. We're supposed to be back at the hotel! HEY!" John's mother shouted as she slammed her fist against the passenger door.*

*Abruptly, though, her door opened and John dragged her out of the car. The garage door slowly descending as it blocked out the sun. The look on John's face was demented; demonic even. He grabbed on to his mother's tresses, making a point to cause her scalp to sting from the mistreatment.*

*"John!? What are you-- John... What are you doing?" His mother questioned while she was being dragged down the stairs to the basement. She struggled and kicked her legs out. Her pantsuit becoming grimy and dirty from the filthy stairs. Her eyes wide with terror as she glanced around at the moist and cool environment.*

*John kept dragging her by the hair, paying no mind to the scrapes and bruising his mother took from the handling. Until he stopped in the center. There, visible only by a naked light bulb above, was a chair with straps and chains scattered on the floor. He positioned her on the chair and strapped her in, overpowering her with sheer strength.*

*His mother screamed in panic. "JOHN! LET ME GO!" She ordered while her hands reached for his wrists. It was all in vain. She did not possess the strength to defy him. Eventually, she was bound to the chair.*

*"Mom. Do me a favor and shut the fuck up," John said calmly, watching her squirm, even though her wrists and ankles had been bound.*

*His mother felt a shudder scramble up her spine as his words hit her like a ton of bricks. She wasn't in any position to argue, or even plea. Yet, her pride wouldn't allow her to keep quiet.*

*"You worthless pig! Who do you think you are?! They'll come searching for me once they see I'm not where I said I would be! The meetings, the talks! Do you honestly think you could do this to your own mother? What a fucking idiot!" Her words were cruel, and sharpened to specification. She grinned and watched while John looked around aimlessly. "Just untie me, little pig, and everything can go back to normal. You want a car? I can get you one. Let your mother--"*

*Her monologue was cut short as John approached her, and pressed that bulge against his pants up to her lips. Smearing her mouth over it so her words and her resistance were muffled. The scent was intoxicating; it was unlike anything she had smelled. An aroma of pine, of forest dirt, of domineering manhood flooded her mind, and for a moment she could only squirm and inhale the fragrance.*

*However, it didn't take her long to realize what was happened before she shoved her face away.*

*"How dare you! How could you do something so grotesque to your mother?! You useless, disrespectful shithead!" She screamed.*

*John's smile twisted maniacally, knowing that she had taken in the scent of her own son, and she had enjoyed it to some degree. He smelled her arousal too, the wetness from her cunt as it moistened her panties.*

*"You say that... but," John reached his finger between her squirming thighs, brushing his index digit along her wetted slit, the fabric damp with her womanly "charm."*

*"You're wet for your own son... You're dripping like some common whore, mother dearest. You're just like the rest of them. A cock is shoved onto your face and you drool, you get excited at such a prospect. If anyone's a pig here... It's you," John mocked and clasped her cheeks roughly with his hand. Forcing her mouth to open awkwardly while her lips were squished. He spat into her mouth and let her go while she whipped her head away from his grasp.*

*"You're a fucking worm," she said and spat it all out on the floor. John laughed and circled behind her, leaning his chin down on her shoulder. He pressed his cheek against her own. "No, mother... You're the worm here. Squirming, and acting all tough. You're nothing. You will always be nothing. You're a cheap bag of meat. You're tits on legs, and holes that deserved to be stretched," John spoke to his mother as if she were some hot piece of ass.*

*His mother reviled the thought and struggled against him, turning her head to attempt to bite him while his cheek pressed against hers. Though, she was largely unsuccessful. Her heavy breasts heaving inside that power suit. "Fuck..." She muttered out as she became exhausted from continuously resisting and struggling to break free.*

*It was no use. John smiled and pet his mother's head. He exited the basement, and remained absent for the remainder of the day. Coming back down only to deliver a dog bowl. Within its containment, a sloshing soup of cock batter awaited. It was filled to the brim, and it was still warm.*

*John looked tired, but pleased with himself. He shoved the bowl to his mother and untied her from the wrists only, so she could kneel and move slightly to indulge.*

*"Go on. Eat it, mother... Or it'll get cold," John advised, but his mother retched and kicked the bowl away, spilling some of it.*

*"Fuck that! I'm not going to eat whatever that shit is! Bring me proper food, you dumb bastard!" She continued to struggle and even reached to untie her ankles.*

*John pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. "You should understand by now that you can't get out of this situation so easily. Slurp it up, and shut the fuck up... or don't. But, you should know that you won't be eating anything else until that bowl... and the ground now are spotless cleaned by that filthy tongue," he said and turned on the lights behind her.*

*To her surprise, she would find a steel bathroom, with no loose fixtures and a shower which was without curtains and had a single drain to take away the excess water. "You'll be living here, mother. For the rest of your life. I've already made the arrangements. Nobody's going to miss you... and your wealth. Well. It's mine now. You should know this. Remember the paperwork you signed that was supposed to be a new contract. Well, it was a new contract. It was your wealth that you were transferring to me. Neat, huh?" John confessed and turned away from his mother. "Sleep tight, you old hag," his words were almost fond. He turned the lights off, all with the exception of the one above her, which shone over the chair and herself.*

*His mother was speechless, she was angry and gritting her teeth. She swore to herself she would not break. Then, she took the bowl into her palms and reluctantly began to slurp down the cum. She guzzled as much as she could, forcing herself not to gag. Grimacing as she could feel the warm, honey-like nectar coat her throat. Then, she coughed a bit and put the bowl down in defeat. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless. Tears streamed down her pallid cheeks as she screamed in frustration. She wouldn't be defeated. She wouldn't succumb. She crawled to where the cum was spilled on the floor and lapped at it like some mad dog. Defiantly, she swallowed and slumped back on her chair, scheming on ways to escape. To charm her son, and find a plausible solution.*

*John watched her from a camera inside, smiling while she gulped down the cum. The nectar which had been spiked with a potent aphrodisiac that would begin to affect her personality subtly and slowly.*

**Thank you for reading all that. Lol. Just to reiterate, I am looking for a slow-burn kind of roleplay where she is corrupted, broken, destroyed, and ultimately made into an obsessed-driven slag. Or she becomes a dog. Or she is completely mentally defeated.**

**Let me know what your limits and kinks are, and I hope to hear from you soon.**

[M4F] (Explicit) John's mother is a salacious fuckpig who tends to flirt a lot and put down men. She's a rich entrepreneur who has made a name for herself. Abusing her only son, she has garnered his ire and he had finally locked her up to destroy in the most savage way possible. (Starters are pref)