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Orgy
Stripping/Disrobing
Dildos
Kissing (body)
Chasity Gear
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Hello! What does 'Fake Public Use' mean for June's prompts?
Hi hi! From what I can read within the BDSM community, fake public use is staging a scenario of being “used” with multiple partners in a fake ‘real world’ setting. All parties involved are aware of the situation but it is staged as if they were strangers.
(If I am wrong and anyone else has further information, please feel free to educate me further!)
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Dom/sub
Crossdressing
Fake Public Use
Free hanging/love swings
Paddles
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Vibrators
Clothed Sex
Facial Slapping
Gag
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Hugging
Voyeurism
Mutual Maturation
Spanking
Anal Sex/Pegging
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For transparency, cum play and breath play were tied and put into a wheel spin for the winner of #5's slot!
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Stockings
Cufflings
Biting
Tentacles
Cum Play
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Warnings: Those mentioned in the prompts | Explicit sexual content | Flogging | Dom/Sub dynamics |
Wordcount: 2.9K words
Summary: After losing a wager, Daemon gives command over himself to his wife before they set out for the night, eager to sample something completely new.
The March story for this event will be posted on my multifandom blog @ms-trash-panda . You can also read this story on AO3
A pale, silvery moon shone down on the Free City of Lys when Daemon and Laena were carried over its smooth, paved stone paths, their palanquin swaying gently with each step of their bearers as they marched past vast manses and dark towers. Steel lanterns affixed to the city’s many high walls burnt brightly, their oil the oil of whales that burnt longer than any candle. The lamps were fashioned like those of Old Valyria—beautifully wrought and uncommonly fine, the oil procured at high cost from sailors who dared to hunt the deep and open seas. To Laena, a young woman who had only heard tales of such from her father and mother, they seemed like something from another world.
“Are you certain you wish to go ahead with this?” She asked, her gaze still fixed on the dimly lit world outside.
Daemon—seated opposite her amidst a pile of soft cushions—brushed his fingers across the pommel of Dark Sister and smirked. “I am very certain,” he told her. “Tonight, I will call you mistress. Tonight, I will submit to your whims. You and I will indulge in pleasures spoken of only in whispers. That was the bargain we struck when I lost that wager.”
Laena turned to look at him. “And I know precisely how this night will end.” She grinned and dropped the curtain. The air grew warm within, but not uncomfortably so. “You will lie a ruin at my feet, Daemon Targaryen.”
“Oho!” Daemon gleefully cried. “It appears my lady possesses a wicked tongue.” He slumped back and stretched out his legs, utterly at ease with himself. “Pray tell me, my sweet. Will you be gentle with me tonight?”
“That will depend,” Laena responded, “on the manner in which you conduct yourself.” She startled when the palanquin stopped and lurched as it was set down. “We are here.”
One of the guards standing sentry beside the open gates shouted out an order, and a handful of slaves hurried forth from the shadows, barefoot and garbed in simple, sleeveless, rough-spun robes cinched at the waist with dark leather belts and at the throat with heavy collars. They threw back the curtains, and one offered his hand to help Laena out into the open. His collar—she discovered—was stiff, twisted bands of burnished copper and iron, and upon his bronze cheek, tattooed in pale pink ink, was a sprig of Siren’s Bells, the symbol of the pleasure house he served and a blossom found only on the island Lys was built on. Daemon followed her, his body tingling with anticipation. Tonight promised a change for him and his wife both. He could not wait to revel in what all that change would bring.
Another slave pulled open the door of the pleasure house itself, and a warm, orange-yellow glow flowed out, illuminating the shapes of the revellers within. The proprietress, a tall, regal woman with golden hair touched with strands of frost, glided gracefully out of the open doorway, her arms outstretched to welcome them.
“Greetings,” she said warmly. “I am Linaera Volliris, the owner of this establishment. How may I be of service to you both?”
Daemon turned to Laena and gestured for her, the winner of their wager, to speak.
“I am to be mistress to my lord husband tonight,” Laena blurted, a touch of heat blooming in her cheeks. Then she remembered who and what she was, composed herself, and with more steel in her voice, added, “And my lord husband is to be bound and suspended. We have heard hushed tales of others indulging in this act for their pleasure, and we desire to experience it for ourselves.”
“I know precisely of what you speak.” Linaera beamed, her mind busily working on what had to be done to make the night a success for her newest patrons. “And I must say you were wise to come here. My lord,” she continued, addressing Daemon, “would you and your lady object to my attendants helping you out of your clothes and into your restraints? Preparations for the diversion you both seek require skilled hands; it should never be attempted by novices such as yourselves.”
Daemon exchanged a look with Laena. He had no objection to others helping him, but Laena had to give her answer first—she was not only his wife but also the one in command of him this night. Every single aspect hinged on her approval, and her approval alone.
“I do not object,” she said without hesitation.
“I do not object either,” Daemon said also.
Linaera clapped her hands together and called out two names. A pair of comely young men—fair-haired, violet-eyed pillow slaves who were lithe of body and bound to lifelong servitude just as much as the slaves dressed in brown—answered her summons, arrayed for the night in breeches of pale pink satin and collars that were a match for those worn by the common house-slaves. They bowed deeply, and when they straightened themselves, they turned to Linaera, awaiting her instructions.
“Take this lord to the Crimson Room,” she commanded, “and restrain him to the beam. He is to be suspended, feet in the air.”
“Yes, mistress,” the taller pillow-slave said. “My lord? If you would come with us?”
Daemon followed eagerly, grinning when he glanced back over his shoulder and Laena winked at him.
When he stepped over the lip of the entryway into the passageway within, he was overcome by all of what he heard and saw. The Siren’s Bell was unlike the pleasure houses of Flea Bottom—at least, it was unlike those frequented by Daemon and the Gold Cloaks he held in high regard. Everything looked new and pretty and clean, and the air smelt faintly of some costly spice Daemon could not name. Still, he breathed it in and welcomed the sense of wellbeing it brought with it.
There were Myrish carpets everywhere he looked, muffling everyone’s footsteps. An inner courtyard, unheard of even in the richest of pleasure houses on the Street of Silk, graced the centre of the receiving hall, its plants and flowering bushes exposed to the night sky and its low fountain bubbling away merrily, creating a rhythm of its own. Little tables stood in nooks and crannies, their dark, polished surfaces filled with gilded pitchers filled with wine and bowls full of figs and wild berries and sweetmeats of strange shapes and hues. To rouse one's blood during acts of play, Daemon thought, picking one of them up. It looked innocuous to his eyes, and it would not be needed tonight; not by him in any event. When the pillow-slaves called to him, he returned the sweet to its former place and picked up his feet, taking care to skirt around groupings of two and three and more engaged in various trysts.
Daelos, as the taller pillow-slave was named, stopped before an oaken door dotted with golden studs. He pushed it open to reveal an airy room lit by many candles. They burnt away in tall, thin stands, their light revealing the large and inviting bed backed up against the wall, a pair of matched chairs before a blazing hearth, and an antechamber hidden behind a drape of sheer damask. Daemon pushed it aside and was the first to go inside.
The antechamber, he discovered, was deceptively large. Much like the chamber beyond, it was fashioned from brick painted a deep red, the colour of power and passion and lust and vitality. But it was bare save for a handful of beeswax candles, a single heavy beam running across the ceiling, and several lengths of thick silken rope that hung from it. Some of them dropped almost to the ground. Some of them were tied to rings at the base of shorter ropes. And each of them served a particular purpose. Daelos stepped in behind Daemon and reached around his shoulders to unfasten his cloak. His fellow pillow-slave, Vyran, walked around Daemon to help him rid himself of his gloves and doublet and tunic, breeches and sword belt, small clothes and boots and hose. Their hands were deft and quick, and cool and soothing to the touch. Each item of clothing was carefully folded and taken back outside to be set down at the foot of the bed, and they were taken out wordlessly. The slaves never spoke—and they would not have unless spoken to, or the occasion specifically called for it. Now was not the occasion for speech, so they held their tongues and went about their business without uttering a word.
But they were skilled; Daemon could not deny that. They carefully bound his arms above him, then his legs, one at a time. Daelos supported him while Vyran went about his task until finally, the young slave placed a thick velvet cushion against Daemon’s abdomen. Daemon suspected the cushion was for his protection and not just for his comfort, for he did not feel any rope cut into his flesh as they were wound around his waist and made to bear the chief of his weight. He was suspended horizontally midair, his arms outstretched behind him and his legs partly folded back at the knees. Each of his limbs—just like his torso—was secured to ropes fastened to the rings above them, and the feeling of weightlessness was something Daemon could not describe. It was frightening, truly. He was unclad and vulnerable and utterly exposed to the whims and cruelties of another. Yet he felt a growing sense of pride in his own strength also, for his body bore the rigours of being upheld in such an unnatural position without much discomfort or pain. Then the joy of such a discovery was quickly forgotten. The drape to the antechamber was drawn back, and Laena padded in, barefoot and unadorned, a slender riding crop in her left hand.
Daelos helped her out of her cloak, and soon, a figure dressed in muslin the colour of sea green was revealed. The fabric was sheer—doing nothing to conceal the body that was honed and hardened by years of mounting and dismounting the largest and most feared dragon alive, devoid of sleeves, and the bodice—such as it was—was slashed in front almost to the wearer’s belly in a deep vee, its edges lined with delicate silver Myrish lace. Daelos and Vyran then bowed once more, their tasks completed for the moment, and took their leave. They spoke for the first time in a while, promising to remain just outside the room’s door should their aid be needed again.
Laena waited until the door was shut behind them before turning to face her husband. A light flashed in her deep brown eyes, one that Daemon managed to see before he dropped his head. His wife was thoroughly enjoying the sight of him naked and restrained. That she was thoroughly enjoying the sight of him naked and restrained pleased him to no end.
Laena circled Daemon, tickling his sides with her crop as she did so and making him shudder. “And here he is,” she began, pausing by his hip, “the infamous Daemon Targaryen, Rogue Prince and son of House Targaryen, bound and helpless before me. How does it feel, husband mine, to be immobile and at the mercy of another’s whims?”
“Most refreshing,” Daemon cackled, his fears over being bound and restrained giving way to his humour. Feeling mischievous, he added, “Though I confess, I am rather surprised. I never took you for one to command another.”
“You question my ability to command?” Laena arched a brow. “Me? The woman who claimed Vhagar while still a child?”
“Indeed I am,” Daemon taunted in jest. “What do you intend to do about it?”
Laena raised her arm and brought down her riding crop on the side of Daemon’s arse with a sharp pop. He jerked and cried out from the impact and from the sting that followed. “Too much?” She purred, dragging her plaything back and forth across his trembling thigh.
“Tisn’t enough,” Daemon countered, hoping to goad Laena on. He enjoyed being struck; he truly did, but still, he felt like it was not enough. “Come, come, my love, I thought you could do better. You can do better, yes?”
His wife narrowed her eyes, amused rather than wroth, and rose to the occasion. She struck him on the side of his arse again. And again. Bruises bloomed to life, splotches of crimson against alabaster white. A fourth strike flowed forth, quick and harsh, inflaming the giver as much as it did the receiver. Daemon let out a moan as pain mingled with red-hot pleasure, and a warm, heavy feeling bloomed deep within his chest. It spread through every part of him, making him forget all else. No word could describe this feeling he felt, not even those devised by the finest poet to be found. Still, he latched onto it, and when Laena struck him a fifth time, he let himself drown in the maelstrom that this feeling swelled into.
“Mocking me,” Laena remarked, “does not become you.” She ambled around Daemon until she reached his other side, her crop still in her grip. “Do you agree?”
“Yes.”
Laena cracked her riding crop across his thigh this time, causing another bruise to bloom in its wake. “Yes, what?”
“Yes,” Daemon murmured, yielding for the present. “Mistress.”
“Much better.” Laena moved to the front of her husband and lifted his chin with a curled index finger so she could look at him, eye to eye. “I had my doubts when Linaera presented me with a chest of playthings to choose from, but I am now glad she did so. This,” she said, lifting the crop for Daemon to see, “proved to be of much use.”
Daemon laughed softly. “Perhaps it is something you and I could bring into our marriage bed, mistress.”
“How well you learn,” Laena cooed. She let go of him and walked slowly around him, admiring the shape of his body, the contrast of bruise and rope against his skin, and the faint flush of pink in his cheeks. “And you are right. We should bring this into our marriage bed. It would serve us both well.”
She halted by his hip once more and ran the flat of her free hand over the curve of his buttocks. Daemon shivered, and when he did so, Laena did as well. Having power over another in any shape or form was something she only envisioned while taking to the skies on Vhagar’s back. This, however, was a wholly different sort of power. Daemon placed himself in her hands. She could break him, body and perhaps mind both, and yet, he trusted her still. The notion that he, a man who answered to no one beside himself, could easily do so with her and her alone, humbled her. But Daemon would not see that. Not tonight, at least. For tonight, she ruled him, and not he her.
Daemon closed his eyes when she braced her clenched hand against the small of his back and reached between his thighs with her other hand to grasp his cock. He surrendered completely, his every thought slipping out of his mind like water through a sieve when his wife began to stroke. He felt the knuckles that pressed down on him, the rope that embraced him instead of simply chafing against him, and the slender, practised fingers that effortlessly glided up and down, as if they were smoothing over velvet. Every sensation that hammered at him was amplified, and when he cried out his pleasure, Laena felt more than a simple flash of pride. She was doing this to him. She was commanding him and pleasing him and taking him to his release. The knowledge that she was doing so filled her with a sense of command she did not think she possessed.
“Will you finish if I command you to?” She husked, eager to see if Daemon would yield to her in this aspect also. He had done so for everything else.
Daemon writhed against his restraints, so desperate was he to finish. “Yes, mistress. Please, mistress.”
“Then finish.” Laena took Daemon to the brink and beyond it, her breath hitching when he called out her name and emptied himself of his spend after her saying he should do so. She then stepped back, drinking in the vision before her: Daemon quivering from the aftermath of his release, the rapid rise and fall of his chest with each of his ragged breaths, and the body that bore the marks of her ministrations. She dropped her crop and clapped her hands together, a signal for Daelos and Vyran to enter.
“Release my husband,” she said when they appeared, “and bring us refreshments. After we are finished,” she uttered after a moment’s reflection—more for Daemon’s benefit than the slaves’—“he is to receive his reward.”
On Vyran’s urging, Daemon took deep breaths to steady himself as the slaves went about freeing him from his silken bonds. His body felt sore, and his thoughts were muddled. Coming back to his present reality felt slow and jarring and more than a little disappointing. Still, he returned to himself, and when the slaves withdrew to bring in food and drink, he looked at his wife, his pleasure renewing at the sight of her proud and satisfied with what she had done.
“Do you truly intend to reward me, mistress?”
“Indeed I do,” she told him. “You did very well, husband. And I intend to reward you handsomely for your efforts.”
A/n: This is my first time writing full shibari. If there are any mistakes, I apologise.
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The poll for February 2026 is closed and the results are listed below!
Results
Foot Play
Rope/Chain Suspension
Handjobs/Fingering
Dildos
Sleep Play
These top five were chosen by you all for prompts to fill for February! You may choose however many you'd like to write for!
Please post your works by the end of February with the hashtag #12monthsofkink2026 on any social media you'd like plus within the collections on AO3!
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Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secret Relationship, Established Relationship, Undercover, Boss/Employee Relationship, Office Sex, Anal Sex, Kissing, Butt Plugs, Barebacking, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Peter Hale, Porn with a smidgen of plot that just kind of snuck in there, 12 Months of Kink
Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,022
Summary:
Steter board room sex. Things aren't what they seem.
A very last minute fic for @12monthsofkink using January prompts 'kissing (body)' and 'barebacking'. Finally came up with the idea just before 9pm and posted it at 10:30pm lol.
Also fills my @julybreakbingo 'Location: Board Room' prompt on my 3x3 card because yes, I am still slowly but surely making my way through my JBB bingo cards.
Deepthroating, Anal Fingering, Blowjobs, Plot what Plot/Porn Without Plot, 12 Months of Kink 2026,
Summary:
“You can’t cum if you’re unconscious, babe,” but his argument drifted away into the corners of the room, ignored as Ainosuke’s cock twitched and leaked and bounced against a flushed stomach.
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Find the fic here on AO3! HERE
Written for the yearly event @12monthsofkink! One of January’s Kinks!
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Results
Foot Play
Rope/Chain Suspension
Handjobs/Fingering
Dildos
Sleep Play
These top five were chosen by you all for prompts to fill for February! You may choose however many you'd like to write for!
Please post your works by the end of February with the hashtag #12monthsofkink2026 on any social media you'd like plus within the collections on AO3!
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