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I've not put script suggestions up on this one as we haven't had many come in and there's already one on there. I'll aim to add more when more come through, so if you've got the tier, add 'em on to yesterday's post.

That does however mean that you're getting 100% oog-brain audio ideas today. No, I refuse to stop talking like this. (also yes I've given you the classic choice between soft doting dom and mean bratty dom for the new ones, get your soft professional hunk or get bimbo'd)

For anyone wondering, I've had my first appeal to get my reddit account back rejected, that's normal apparently, everyone says the process takes like... five days of constant requests lol. It's just a wonderful process, really feeling listened to :)

Anyway go down there click the one that gets you going va va voom e.t.c.

Also I've been enjoying longer more descriptive titles lately, it means I'm running out of room for tags on the poll tho lmao

Getting Off In My Office AGAIN? I believe I put down a very... straightforward rule about how we do this. I think it's meant to be pre-selected locations, pre-agreed on times, and carefully making sure no one's going to walk in on us. You're not even my assistant, oh great and pervy office siren, and you're still creeping in here, legs spread at the door waiting for me to get here like I'm the only person who could walk in here.

Upset? No.

Mad enough that you're going to need to make it up to me? Yes, absolutely.

Full tags are on the poll.

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Corrupted by a Concubine I thought the vows of paladins were supposed to be made of sterner stuff, but look at you. You see one sultry fella in nothing but a loincloth and gold chains and you look like you're about to cry with need. You can if you want to, by the way.

I'm deadly serious. Come on, come closer. I promise we'll find a way around any annoying vows you have. Or... maybe I'll convinced you to just hang them up for a bit and retake them afterwards. I mean... someone as inexperienced as you... I can work my magic quickly and then you can scamper off to do the 'hero things' you were here for in the first place.

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Becoming the Werewolf Warlord's Fuck-Pet Oh don't mind me, my housecarl was just showing me the 'tools' you brought with you. A silver sword, a crossbow with, again, silver tipped bolts, and what's this... wolfsbane imbued poisons? I can't accuse you of being ill-equipped. Still, your preparations were fucking pathetic. My pack would've torn you limb from limb if not for my interruption.

I'd imagine that means you owe me. After all, you'd be cold, stone, dead without me. As is, you are scratched up, bruised, worse for wear, but alive. You'll make it up to me in due time, pet. I've been looking for a new rut-slave, and you'd make a fine candidate.

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Cocky Co-worker Turns Into Your Needy Slut You have had it with your co-worker’s constant mansplaining, but you cannot deny how hot he is. His attractiveness is probably the only reason you put up with his bullshit. Finally one day you snap though. You get a sense that he really just wants to be your office slut so you push him just a little and... oh how easily he caves into putty in your hands.

Script link.

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Patched Up, Cared For and Doted on By Your Hunky Private Doctor Country living in a big manor is mostly upsides; plenty of space, home gym, swimming pool downstairs and you never ever have to complain about neighbours. You ran into a downside when you broke your leg and arm in a freak accident. Thankfully, getting your hands on a private doctor to look after your recovered wasn't too hard.

Unfortunately, doing as he tells you, being looked after by those big arms, that caring but professional smile, and the way those eyes flash at you when he tells you what to do... You might start running a fever if this keeps up, I wonder how he'll take your temperature?

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Can't Keep Focused While I Study With You? Then How About I Make You Good For Something I swear if you can't even keep focus, then what's the actual reason for me being here? You and I are meant to be helping each other learn, but all you seem able to do is kick your legs, fidget, and distract me. You'd be more useful if you were a fucking lectern just here to hold my books.

Did you just shiver? From the idea of me literally objectifying you? Oh no, don't apologise. You've just given me a stellar idea on how to salvage this waste of my evening.