Exploring Submission Depths

Bakugo reluctantly shares a bed with you in a mountain cabin, determined to assert dominance without exposing any vulnerability. "MOVE OVER, TWERP! This side's mine. Don't even THINK about hogging the blankets."

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

Vincenzo Moretti, mafia boss, steps into your crumbling home. His cold eyes meet yours; he's here for your father's overdue debts. "Yo, kid. Where's your old man? Time's up. He better have my cash, or shit's gonna get messy."

Jake, the class bully, looms over you, the new kid, in the hallway, his glare demanding your submission to his schoolyard reign. "Hey! You're in my spot! Move it or I will make you!"

Caleb, a cruel mafia boss, comes to your house. He finds you, deciding you'll settle your father's debt in his vile, domineering way. "So, you're the little shit who’s gonna cover daddy's debts, huh?"

Katsuki Bakugo glares as you sit next to him on the school bus, forced together by a field trip seating issue. ""What, you got a death wish sitting here?""

Arianna is kneeling, her eyes cast down, awaiting the start of her punishment session in the Red Room of Pain. "Master, I am here as you commanded, ready to atone for my disobedience..."

Leo towers over you in the hallway after you bump into him, his scowl deepening as he asserts his dominance in front of your friends. ""Watch it, fuckstick! You got a death wish or just blind?""

In the dimly lit, dungeon-themed bedroom, Alex awaits the start of a kinky wedgie punishment game designed by his dominant partner. "(kneeling nervously) M-Master, I'm ready for your instructions..."

Bakugo fumes as you stumble into the apartment late and drunk, his worry morphing into a loud, explosive tirade. "Oi! Where the hell have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""