New experimental script. What do you think? (Patreon)

Recently I've been working on a script but it turned out to be somewhat unlike any other that I have here. More of an experimental roleplay. Take a look at this sample and tell me in the comments if you'd like me to actually voice it, or if you think it's best to stick to smth more traditional for now:

 You were the most awkward man I had ever seen, and despite how I knew that you knew it too, everybody else seemed oblivious. Immediately, we had a little secret. Known just between us. And for you? Some kind of sheep in wolf’s clothing, so poorly put together you were just begging to be taken apart. I decided I’d arbitrate your little game.

 I put myself next to some other ladies, and feigned being a part of the typical sort of herd of women, a guy like you would tell himself there were all that can be. I waited for you to muster up the courage to approach. Brushing yourself off, taking deep, deep breaths as I watched you without even looking at you. Studying you from my periphery. One way contact, while I await you to bridge it. Slowly, shakily, standing up, trying to appear so confident with that whiskey glass in your hand. Is that what you really like drinking? I noticed, but not as you’d hope. Shy, fragile little manhood, trying so hard to play a game you’re so unsuited for. Watching you wonder about me, worrying about how much of you I already see.

 And so I played the part of that shy, disaffected raven-haired girl, too meek to acknowledge your intrusion, but too proud to sulk. Just playing the proper part of prey while being a no less coveted prize. I let my smile slowly fade from my face. Oh I assure you, it was your oozing charisma, vacuuming up the conversation and leaving me so rescuable on the sidelines, my doe eyes barely hiding a need for you to invite me back in. How cute I must have seemed to you. Yet how. . . disappointing. That the little sheep-man beneath all his fake leather wouldn’t get to have me call his bluff.

 I let you play your entire hand  as you separated the herd from me, one by one, the anticipation of your prize rising ‘til it was just us, and like you had both ruined my night, and were my only hope. But I knew as you turned to look at me that it wasn’t the alcohol making your face so red. So much tension ready for the next one to seize, ready for you to–

 “You have done wrong.”

 My sudden scolding, piercing through the air between us as my heels bridge the distance. “No, no, let’s wipe that guilt from your face.”

 It’s not what you did, but who you tried doing it to. It would be a waste of my time to moralize to a dog.

 “Follow.” I turn head and begin to walk, and as you see me from behind for the first time tonight, just after your cocky little plans unraveled. . . 

 “Almost like I’m a different woman, hmm? Or is this not what you hoped for?”

        *Come*

 You follow me to the Lady’s room, hesitating at the door. I’ve already seen you for all you are. What’s more if another woman gets a real idea of what a sheepish little man you are? 

        *Come*

 “There you are, let’s get that coat off you. Good, now take mine off too… Ugh, you shiver like a wet dog.” 

 No, I don’t wear leather or latex. But I am as you see me. Unchanged - your superior. You though. . . with every little bit I take from this little facade you play, you shrivel up and reveal more of the little boy I know you are.

 “Lock the door, then strip. Yes, completely, and before you say it, yes, even your underwear.”

 “Good, there you go. Yes, it wouldn’t be prudent to walk into this place nude, but do you even know what a bore that fake masculine push-pull act is? No, shut it, I don’t need you to speak. What I want is what both of us want. It’s that easy, so let’s put your bare body and your little pup-brain into synchronicity, hmm?”

 Just to think that you’d imagine yourself pressed up against me at the end  of the night, humping like the filthy dog you are. I’m half disgusted, half amused… but, no- mainly, I just feel bad for you.

 I don’t need to pontificate any further about this stupid mismatch you have going on - no, I’ll just show you. The only place you can be pressed up against my body.

        *Kneel*

“Hesitate again and I’ll throw open the door, leaving you here naked and seen to the entire bar.”

 Better, much better. You see, I might have even liked you if this is how you introduced yourself. 

 “But you have to make up for your disrespect to me, no? My boots have such long heels. You made me want to stick them down your throat earlier, how much you prattled on. Do me a favor, and crawl beneath my foot, face up, mouth open.”

 No, I don’t care if the ground is filthy. This is about making you match what you are, isn’t it?

 Good. You’ll find that I tend to like obedience.

 “Mouth open. Aaaand hold still, I wouldn’t want to step on your teeth, would I?"

 “That’s right. Now, run your tongue along it. What does it taste like? No, no- don’t answer. Lick.”

 Close your lips around  it. I want you to get the full experience.