All characters are adults 18+ !!! Tone of speaker & background of fantasy/story: Ideally, a soft Dom voice; gentle but jarringly firm at points, occasionally falsely sympathetic (I’ll indicate in the script where that would work nicely!). For some background: you’ve just gotten back to your place after being out with your sexual partner/ “friend” with “benefits.” One thing leads to another, and you’re about to have ***, etc., but you decide to admit to her that you’ve been feeling jealous and especially possessive towards her when watching her interact with men. You let her know that you don’t particularly like the emotions you’re feeling (you know they’re not “useful”). BUT, you emphasize that, still, your FWB needs to know that she belongs to you. She’s super into this, but loves to act bratty so she pretends to get angry at you; a “struggle” ensues, and you “torture” her until she ultimately admits she belongs to you. • SFX in [brackets] – defs optional but always a nice addition. • Tone/inflection guides/*** acts/noises, etc., – included in (parentheses). [Jangling keys, door opening and closing] That last comedian was really good! We should go back there next time for another open mic night. [Jackets unzipping] Wanna go get comfy in bed? [Rapid footsteps, retreating] (Your partner is insisting on you quickening the pace as she wants to be big-spooned immediately) OK OK I’m hurrying, you ran off so fast! Big spoon is coming! (Enter bedroom, you notice she’s shivering under the blankets, you dive under the covers behind her; ideal time for a caring, tender voice): Aww baby! How do you get so cold so quickly?! *pause for her reply* Oh, right right, because you weren’t instantly big-spooned by me, right after I asked if you wanted to cozy up in bed. Mea culpa. Let me fix this. [Bedsheets rustling, creating effect of you wrapping your arms around her] (You sigh deeply, but in a warm and contented type of way) Feeling warmer now? *pause* Good, good. (another deep inhale) Your hair smells so good today. (Honestly at this point you can make sniff-y noises). *pause* You want head pats? Jesus Christ, what am I to you? *pause* (Mild sarcasm) You know what? You’re absolutely right. I am just another being whose sole purpose is to dole out physical affection to you. Am I pleasing you, ma’am? Do you feel. . . Satisfied? *pause* (Then, another sort of rustling movement, here indicating that you’re sort of grabbing her hair to turn her head towards you) (Stronger sarcasm) Oh! Sorry I tugged your hair, I’m TRYING to get your attention so that you KISS me. (Gentle chuckle) (Kissing) (Mood here is like a gentle makeout session for a little bit, you can choose how long/short it is, soft moans encouraged, rustling bedsheets, light laughter at points if it feels right). *pause, silence* Wait. Wait. I have to say something to you *pause, then a little snort* No, I’m not in LOVE with you, calm down, I see that look on your face. Boundaries, remember? We’ve discussed this. Anyway. Actually. . . the more I think about this the more this can be interpreted poorly. *pause* (Slightly nervous tone at the start here, but buildup in confidence) Sorry, sorry, I’ll get on with it. Anyway. Okay I want you to know, first-off, that I think jealousy and possessiveness are gross feelings, and just kinda…useless, you know? *pause* Excuse me, I heard that choked-back chuckle. Let me finish! *pause* Thank you. As I was saying!!! These past few weeks when we’ve been going out, or hanging out together, and I see you, like, talking with guys in our friend group, or hugging them, or smiling at our server at a restaurant, or even, like, thanking the bartender for closing out the tab, I get this huge rush of possessiveness. And it makes me feel Insane! I feel so jealous of these other men getting attention and affection from you, and I know it makes absolutely no sense, but I just … !!! [Okay ideally here you could do some sort of muffle-y sound where it’s like you’re talking while kissing someone’s neck?] (Talking while kissing and biting her neck, you can start with kisses peppered in while talking, but later on in the next few sentences you start biting to leave a few bruises, etc.,) It makes me want to act like a ******* dumbass and sit you down next to me wherever we are and wrap my arms around you and pin you to me and make sure everyone knows who you’re with, and who you belong to. *pause* God, I just want to [bite] mark up your neck [bite] [bedsheets rustling, you’re moving down her body], your chest [bite], and your inner [bite] thighs [bite]. *pause, you’re looking up at her to make sure she hasn’t completely freaked out; AU CONTRAIRE she looks like she’s about to come from just hearing you talk* (Back to a softer, more tender voice) Baby. . . baby I wish you could see the look in your eyes right now. (Would not be opposed to a little moan here, or something to that effect). (A little bit more aggressive now) You like hearing that I’m feeling so ****** up about you? That I can’t think straight when I see you laughing at something another guy says to you? *pause* (Chuckle, but not in a particularly pained or agonized way at what she says in response) Yeah, fine, I should have known that you love to watch me suffer. (Super soft and gentle now, but with that very nice Dom inflection) But, baby, now I need to hear you say it. That you belong to me. That I own you. [Bedsheets rustling, she scrambles away from you in “protest”] . . .Where? Are you going? You won’t say it? You won’t tell your (insert whatever name/”honorific” you want her to call you here, like, Daddy or something) that you’re his? You don’t want to be a good girl for me? *pause* (Laugh in response to her response) Of course I’m have to use that against you! I know you love being called a good girl. You would deny yourself the…aural pleasure…of hearing me whisper that in your ear? When you do as I tell you? C’mon, baby, just four words. [More rustling, she’s making a run for it across the bed; after a few seconds of struggle, you pin her down firmly onto the bed] Jesus. Finally. Feeling a little bratty tonight? *pause* You think you’ll tone down your attitude if I press your hands together and pin them down in one of my hands? [Sound to indicate you’ve done this] Or maybe you need me to squeeze your throat a little? Give you a nice little head rush, squeezing gently, then releasing your throat, then squeezing again. . . *pause* (Stern-ish tone, mildly disapproving, getting a little angrier) . . . Are you squeezing your thighs together? Why are you doing that? Sto – (you get cut off mid “stop” by her) (Annoyed, but still in good spirits) No shit, Sherlock, that was a rhetorical question. (Super Dommy voice here, you can speak slowly, etc.,) Now, stop that. Now. Spread your legs open. I’m the one who makes you feel good. You don’t get to pleasure yourself when I’m around you. *pause* I said. . .now. (Now in a gentle, sort of threatening voice) Baby, if you don’t move your legs apart right now, I’ll have to take my hand off your throat so I can force them apart for you. Do you understand me? *pause* Do it now. *pause* Good girl. *pause* Oh, baby, your eyes just rolled up into the back of your head when I said that. Should we take off your panties now? See how wet you are just from me pinning you down and threatening to not choke you? [Some type of clothing ruffling or bedsheet rustling] (Low, sort of moan-y noise) God you are so ******* wet. [Fingering noises, ideally would continue through Line 237] (Enter: derogatory Dom voice) You like the idea of me wanting to mark you as my own? That I want everyone to know that you belong to me? *pause* God, everything I say just makes you get wetter and wetter. My perfect, good girl. Now all I want to hear from you is that you belong to me. Please, baby? Just a few words. For me. *pause* (Stern Dommy voice again) No? You still won’t say it? Okay. Two can play this game. I’ll keep fingering you, but until you say those four, little, simple, words to me, I’m keeping you on the edge of coming. *pause* (Slightly nasty, derogatory voice again) Oh, I felt your little hands try to flex against mine just now. You’re trying to escape my hand pinning you down? You want to rub your clit by yourself and get off without my permission? *pause* No. I can go for a loooooong time doing this, baby. It’s so fun watch you squirm around, try to squeeze your thighs together, only I’m in between them, blocking you from getting that sweet, sweet pressure you so desperately need. You can have it all, and soon!, you just have to tell me that you belong to me. And then I’ll let you come, call you a good girl, everything you want. *pause* (Chuckle) Did you just…try to…kick me? *pause* (Jokingly at the beginning here but still generally “serious”) That’s IT, I’m taking my fingers out of you *pause* Oh, it’s okay, baby, I’m gonna give you my **** now *pause* I see that look on your face. So triumphant. Do you think I’ve magically forgotten what you’re supposed to do for me? No, no, no, no, no. [Squeaky bed noises? Something to indicate that penetrative *** is indeed occurring] I’m going to **** you now, and slowly, and painfully, and, yes, I’ll rub your clit every so often, but you know that I know when you’re about to come. And I won’t let you finish until I’ve heard those four words. I’ll stop when you’re so close that you cry, and I’ll gently wipe up your tears, kiss them off your cheek, but I won’t stop until you give me what I asked for. [*** noises for as long as you want] (Every so often during this, you gently but firmly request for her to say the words for you) Are you ready to admit that you belong to me, baby? *pause* No? not yet? Cool cool cool. I can wait (Continue with *** noises, moans, etc., murmured “****” or “feels so good,” etc.,) (Laughing/mocking tone) Oh, baby, you were so close to coming right there weren’t you? Oh, you look so so frustrated. My poor baby. Let me wipe those tears off your face (Kissing sounds, kissing tears off cheek or something to that effect). It hurts, doesn’t it, baby? You know what would make you feel so much better? *pause* I know you do. Come on, baby. I want you to feel so good, but you want to please me, too, don’t you? Just tell me that you belong to me. Just four words, and I’ll let you come. *pause* (Excited tone) Oh, good girl, good girl. I know you belong to me. You’re my perfect, perfect babygirl, and I own all of you. Don’t I? *pause* (Strained laugh, still mid-***) Yes, you can come now. My good, good, girl. *pause for dramatic effect while she finishes* (heavy breathing, etc.,) Baby, I’m gonna come, too, and I’m gonna come on your chest, okay? *pause* Don’t give me that look, it’s not that weird. I’m gonna come on your chest, and rub some of my cum into your skin, and anything that isn’t rubbed in is going into your mouth, okay? *pause* Good girl. (Cum noises, etc., then, if possible, the sound of rubbing skin? not sure if that’s a “thing”) (Super gentle and slightly whispered here) Okay baby, here’s the rest of my cum on my finger. I want you to suck all the cum off. Yes. Now swallow it all. Good girl. *long pause* Shower next? then cuddle? We can pick out a movie and have a sleepover. *pause, she mentions that she needs to *** for fear of UTI* Oh true, lest we forget about UTIs; you *** first, then we can proceed with our slumber party.