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(OOC: First post, woo! It was so hard to choose from all of the questions you guys sent @ n @! You all rock!)
"I feel like thereâs a metaphor looming unspoken here. Something about Cinaed and a tight fit. Canât quite put my finger on itâŚ"
"You're dirty."Â
"And bonsoir to you, too." Nijah torn her eyes away from the small noticeboard and grinned at the person. She was here to do some of the bed sheets that wasnât as delicate as some of the fabric she had in her shop. Didnât expect to see anyone she knew here. She often wondered how they managed to keep their clothes clean.
He looked over, nodding slowly. âHeyâŚsorry.â Somehow, the language seemed wrong in front of her. âWhatâs got you here?â Hell, he wouldnât have been caught dead her a few months ago, and she was too fancy for the place. He walked closer, his hands shifting harmlessly into his pockets.
"Cleaning clothes? I do not have a servant to do those so occasionally I have to use the mortal device to clean them. Some more serviceable ones, of course. Not the fancy ones I have to make for my clients," She grinned, blue eyes glittered under the man made lights: "Didnât expect to see me here, oui?"
Oh. Well, that made sense. There was a reason he wasn't good with conversation...
"Oui." He agreed quietly. "I don't really know what I expected. Its just...weird. Life can be confusing sometimes." It was better now - better than it had been before Cinaed, anyway.Â
He laughed, âIs that right? Tell me, what did you eat lad?â He smiled with a devilish, but approving smirk. He reached to catch his chin lightly and turned it up to take a firm, hungry kiss. âI am proud of ye lad, lets go get ye cleaned up then, hm?âÂ
"Salad. One with almonds." He explained against his lips with a flush, groaning faintly as he leaned into the attention. "Yes, please, sir." He couldnât help a smile, the sight of him there, unexpected, wasâŚnice. It was pleasant. Even after their vacation, it was still niceâŚhe wasnât used to that.Â
He chuckled softly. âDid you eat the whole portion?â He asked, pulling his own coat off now and turning to head back up the stairs, expecting his little rabbit to follow; the sound of running water already starting on the floor above. âAnd when was the last time you had a portion of fish?âÂ
He watched, silently appreciating the view, before making his way towards the shower above. "I ate most of it..." There had been too much dressing for the last few bites. "It was...two nights ago? I can't remember. I've been working a lot." He looked back over his shoulder, trotting back down to close the door behind him, before catching up again. "Have you been busy...?"Â
"Laundry. I fucking hate doing laundry." There was a faint sigh as he turned, pushing more of his clothes into the basin before dumping soap in and closing the lid, setting it to wash while he collected his book and moved back to the off-kilter bench, sitting down to wait.Â
A washing machine wasnât something that he had invested in before - new clothes were easier than bothering to keep one around, and he got those so infrequently it almost wasnât an issue.Â
Having a master, who cared about that sort of thing, changed things. And now, he would doâŚlaundry.Â
"And bonsoir to you, too." Nijah torn her eyes away from the small noticeboard and grinned at the person. She was here to do some of the bed sheets that wasnât as delicate as some of the fabric she had in her shop. Didnât expect to see anyone she knew here. She often wondered how they managed to keep their clothes clean.
He looked over, nodding slowly. "Hey...sorry." Somehow, the language seemed wrong in front of her. "What's got you here?" Hell, he wouldn't have been caught dead her a few months ago, and she was too fancy for the place. He walked closer, his hands shifting harmlessly into his pockets.
*chuckles* Such language, little rabbit. Do we need another lesson on manners? *smirks and growls softly*
"Depends on the lessonâŚ" He replied with a faint swallow. It had been two days, two long, empty daysâŚ
His eyes lifted. âIf I ask properly, would you wash up with me? Iâve been good, sir, I ate today!â He coaxed, touching his chest with one hand, the other grabbing for his belt
He laughed, âIs that right? Tell me, what did you eat lad?â He smiled with a devilish, but approving smirk. He reached to catch his chin lightly and turned it up to take a firm, hungry kiss. âI am proud of ye lad, lets go get ye cleaned up then, hm?âÂ
"Salad. One with almonds." He explained against his lips with a flush, groaning faintly as he leaned into the attention. "Yes, please, sir." He couldn't help a smile, the sight of him there, unexpected, was...nice. It was pleasant. Even after their vacation, it was still nice...he wasn't used to that.Â
"Laundry. I fucking hate doing laundry." There was a faint sigh as he turned, pushing more of his clothes into the basin before dumping soap in and closing the lid, setting it to wash while he collected his book and moved back to the off-kilter bench, sitting down to wait.Â
A washing machine wasn't something that he had invested in before - new clothes were easier than bothering to keep one around, and he got those so infrequently it almost wasn't an issue.Â
Having a master, who cared about that sort of thing, changed things. And now, he would do...laundry.Â
*chuckles* Such language, little rabbit. Do we need another lesson on manners? *smirks and growls softly*
"Depends on the lessonâŚ" He replied with a faint swallow. It had been two days, two long, empty days...
His eyes lifted. "If I ask properly, would you wash up with me? I've been good, sir, I ate today!" He coaxed, touching his chest with one hand, the other grabbing for his belt
*chuckles* Such language, little rabbit. Do we need another lesson on manners? *smirks and growls softly*Â
"Depends on the lessonâŚ" He replied with a faint swallow. It had been two days, two long, empty days without his Master, and he showed upâŚ
"This mean you missed meâŚ? Or Iâm in trouble?" He looked up from his place at his "work" table, moving to start cleaning himself up.Â
He chuckled and grinned, leaning down so that his delicate mortal ears could hear the growling whispered tone he then gave him. âA lesson on asking more clearly for what you want.â He grinned. He had missed his silly little rabbit, but it always seemed when he went away that his pet forgot his manors.
He flushed and leaned in, though he still held back for fear of getting the grime onto his coat. "Mmn. If I tell you exactly what it is, will you give it to me, sir? I could always repay the favor..." In fact, that was the name of most of their games. "I've missed you." He admitted. "I might need a shower, though, Sir..."
*chuckles* Such language, little rabbit. Do we need another lesson on manners? *smirks and growls softly*Â
"Depends on the lesson..." He replied with a faint swallow. It had been two days, two long, empty days without his Master, and he showed up...
"This mean you missed me...? Or I'm in trouble?" He looked up from his place at his "work" table, moving to start cleaning himself up.Â
Impact play is a common kink thatâs practiced in D/s dynamics and S&M. It can be a form of punishment, teasing, and funishment. Spanking is the most well-known form of impact play either with hands and brushes. However, other objects can be used depending on the amount of pain or bruising that wants to be inflicted.
Short range vs Long Range:
Short range objects include hand, brush, ruler, belt, paddle, or anything that requires you to stand fairly close to the spankee.
Long range objects include canes, crops, whips, cat o nine tails, and floggers.
Safety:
Practice before engaging in impact play if youâre using long range or hard equipment.
Always have your partnerâs consent and a safe word. If you donât have a safe word, use these colors: red = stop yellow = slow down or pause green = resume the scene
If the spankee is gagged or cannot speak, use a hand signal as safe words.
If youâre using a whip, practice with it before using it on someone. Aiming isnât as easy as it looks and you could accidentally injure your sub/bottom. Also keep in mind that whips can break skin!
Never hit the following areas: Mid back - Your kidneys are located here Tailbone Spine Hips Stomach Joints
These areas can be hit but with caution: Face (only with your hand) Crotch/genitalia Inner thighs Breasts/chest
If you spank someone with a cane or whip and the spankee bleeds, clean your equipment before using it on someone else.
A good thing to remember is that fatty areas work well with harder spankings and objects, while boney areas should not be hit with hard objects (like brushes and paddles) and should be hit moderately and lightly.
Donât be afraid to attend dungeons and observe how others use their toys and ask questions.
Aftercare:
Aftercare is extremely important. Not only could you have bruises and welts to soothe but you have to treat subdrop also. If youâre not familiar with subdrop or subspace, refer to this post or read on Google.
Having an aftercare kit is a good start. It should include an icepack, wet cloths, bandaids, a blanket, water and Gatorade, pain relievers, and energy food.
Do not leave your sub or bottom alone after a scene. Hold them, hug them, kiss them, cuddle them or anything that lets you know that you love them and soothes them.
If youâre shaking, feeling lightheaded, panicking, or hyperventilating you should lie down and relax. I recommend taking deep breaths where you breathe in from your nose, hold it in, and then exhale until the next breath comes naturally. This is something that I was taught to do for panic attacks. This should help the tremors (shaking) stop, help you calm down, and bring your heart beat and breathing back to normal.
Some sort of Heaven
Cinaed frowned with confusion. âLadâŚthatâs meat. Ye donât eat meat, if ye eat a steak oot oâ the blue yeâll make yerself sick. How aboot tuna steak? Or some cut oâ fish?â He asked, taking the menu to look it over with a small frown. âItâll come with a salad, ye can save that fer later if ye like, a salad âll keep in the fridge.Â
He sighed and gave him a look, shrugging faintly. âFine. Tuna steak it is. But I want the lobster.â He hedged. âThe salad can be saved for later.â He usually needed the energy boost. âAt some point, I might well try steak, though. Maybe it wonât beâŚso bad.â He was going to be giving blood more often than even before, after all.Â
He chuckled and nodded, âYes, the lobster is yourâs Iâll just have them substitute the steak. Perhaps you can oder something later that has a smaller portion of meat for you to try.â He leaned down and kissed him again. âYer a good lad, even if youâre givinâ me thaâ face.â he bopped his nose lightly with a smirk and stepped away to the phone to make the order. âYe know I have yer best intentions in mind. Right?â He glanced back at him once the call was made and the food was on itâs way.
He flushed faintly. "Yeah, well. Good's a new one, but I try to be good to you." He couldn't help a smile as he took the kiss, catching the ends of his hair again before letting him go to settle on the couch.
The question surprised him. "I think that's been established." He knew something of intentions. Disagreement wasn't always a bad thing, not in private company, but he had never argued for his own safety, or his own best intention.
That realization, also, surprised him. Every time he sought to argue, it was against what was objectively his better option - skipping a night's sleep for a project, or skipping a meal in favor of keeping busy, spending another several days alone in his basement...
The man had a point.Â
Some sort of Heaven
He smirked and turned to press a kiss against the side of his face, growling softly in his ear. âYeâll need all the strength ye can get fer what I âave planned fer ye tonight, lad. Perhaps a hearty portion of shell fish? Iâll find the menu and ye can order what ye want.â His hand slipped down to grope at Jaxâs groin as he pressed a hungry kiss at his neck and turned away to the greater portion of the room.Â
He couldnât help his browâs going up as he was left standing stunned for a moment, though his hips had a good idea as to what they were after. Still, he walked after him, settling on the couch in the main room to wait for him. âAll my strength can be found in several bites of rice.â He argued, though it was old by this point. He knew his intake requirements, but Cinaed seemed intent on making him fat -Â
He still sometimes wondered if he wasnât being fattened up for eatingâŚand found that he didnât care, even if he were.Â
"Besides, being overly fully is uncomfortableâŚ" Especially considering their planned activity. His constitution was iron, but it didnât mean that he felt any better about being stuffed in more than one sense at the same time.Â
He could be heard snorting faintly on the other side of the room as he shook his head and located the menu. âYer confusinâ the sensation of satisfaction with that of beinâ uncomfortable.â He stated firmly as he handed him the menu.Â
He leaned down and took a firm kiss from him. âIâll not be havin an argument with ye about whether or not yeâll be eatin a proper meal tonight. Now, remember your manners and order yerself a meal. Something off the dinner menu, not the appetizers.âÂ
He sighed and took the menu with a nod. âYes, sir.â He relented, scanning it a moment before pointing to his selection.
Lobster and steak.
It would have been spiteful if he didnât intend it to be something of a gift to the displeased immortal. Steak. Why not? If he was supposed to be âsatisfiedâ, well, he would show him a satisfied necromancer.Â
Cinaed frowned with confusion. âLadâŚthatâs meat. Ye donât eat meat, if ye eat a steak oot oâ the blue yeâll make yerself sick. How aboot tuna steak? Or some cut oâ fish?â He asked, taking the menu to look it over with a small frown. âItâll come with a salad, ye can save that fer later if ye like, a salad âll keep in the fridge.Â
He sighed and gave him a look, shrugging faintly. "Fine. Tuna steak it is. But I want the lobster." He hedged. "The salad can be saved for later." He usually needed the energy boost. "At some point, I might well try steak, though. Maybe it won't be...so bad." He was going to be giving blood more often than even before, after all.Â
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He smirked and turned to press a kiss against the side of his face, growling softly in his ear. âYeâll need all the strength ye can get fer what I âave planned fer ye tonight, lad. Perhaps a hearty portion of shell fish? Iâll find the menu and ye can order what ye want.â His hand slipped down to grope at Jaxâs groin as he pressed a hungry kiss at his neck and turned away to the greater portion of the room.Â
He couldnât help his browâs going up as he was left standing stunned for a moment, though his hips had a good idea as to what they were after. Still, he walked after him, settling on the couch in the main room to wait for him. âAll my strength can be found in several bites of rice.â He argued, though it was old by this point. He knew his intake requirements, but Cinaed seemed intent on making him fat -Â
He still sometimes wondered if he wasnât being fattened up for eatingâŚand found that he didnât care, even if he were.Â
"Besides, being overly fully is uncomfortableâŚ" Especially considering their planned activity. His constitution was iron, but it didnât mean that he felt any better about being stuffed in more than one sense at the same time.Â
He could be heard snorting faintly on the other side of the room as he shook his head and located the menu. âYer confusinâ the sensation of satisfaction with that of beinâ uncomfortable.â He stated firmly as he handed him the menu.Â
He leaned down and took a firm kiss from him. âIâll not be havin an argument with ye about whether or not yeâll be eatin a proper meal tonight. Now, remember your manners and order yerself a meal. Something off the dinner menu, not the appetizers.âÂ
He sighed and took the menu with a nod. "Yes, sir." He relented, scanning it a moment before pointing to his selection.
Lobster and steak.
It would have been spiteful if he didn't intend it to be something of a gift to the displeased immortal. Steak. Why not? If he was supposed to be 'satisfied', well, he would show him a satisfied necromancer.Â
Some sort of Heaven
Waking up naked was still strange. Waking up clean was even stranger, and on top of the rest of it, he wasnât often waking alone anymore. There was the ever-familiar sensation of Cinaed in the basement, very much alive and asleep. His minions slept closer to the ground, deep under the large house that was apparently his, but it was that immortal heartbeat that greeted him when he woke each evening, only a few hours before Cinaed.Â
Sleeping, in general, was still a weird concept.Â
But it was one that he was coming to know, and one that he was learning to enjoy. There was something pleasant about not aching, not feeling the bite of hunger or ample paranoia (though some of it lingered, of course), and of waking without some set goal for the night, beyond what his new Master had planned.Â
There were beaches for miles. The skyline was clear, and there were only a few people dotting the entire scope of his view from the balcony. It was going to be another good night. He didnât know what would happen when he found London again, but tonight, he was going to go with it.Â
"Yer lookinâ much healthier tonight lad." The deep growl of a voice was his only warning before a chilled, immortal kiss was pressed against his shoulder and one of Cinaedâs massive arms wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. His hair was wild and long, as it always was when he first woke and he wasnât yet inclined to remove it.
"Are you enjoying this place?" He asked softly with a smirk. "How about food? I suspect you havenât eaten yet. Iâm told this hotel as amazing food. Do you eat sea food? I think thatâs their specialty."Â
The vacation had been spontaneous, a way to get away from his usual work for himself and his new pet. His new petâŚit was nice to say again, though it came with a new training session-which he wasnât inclined to be sorry about.
He couldnât help a faint jump at the first sound, though he eased into the embrace with a faint laugh, looking back to catch sight of his face, only to be met with a mane instead. He shifted his fingers into the wind-blown ends, anchoring them with a slight twirl.Â
"I would eat fish." He agreed quietly. It was something he kept for rare occasions - times when he needed strength most. "I donât think Iâve ever hadâŚreal seafood. Fish, Iâve had fish, but notâŚ" Oysters had only ever been fried, something unappealing to him in principal, or raw, something that reminded him far too much of several other gelatinous human parts and secretions which he wouldnât swallow to save his own life if it came down to itâŚ
"Something light, probably." He cleared his throat and looked back to his eyes before his gaze anchored on his hair again. They both knew, by now, what was going to happen after dinner.Â
He smirked and turned to press a kiss against the side of his face, growling softly in his ear. âYeâll need all the strength ye can get fer what I âave planned fer ye tonight, lad. Perhaps a hearty portion of shell fish? Iâll find the menu and ye can order what ye want.â His hand slipped down to grope at Jaxâs groin as he pressed a hungry kiss at his neck and turned away to the greater portion of the room.Â
He couldn't help his brow's going up as he was left standing stunned for a moment, though his hips had a good idea as to what they were after. Still, he walked after him, settling on the couch in the main room to wait for him. "All my strength can be found in several bites of rice." He argued, though it was old by this point. He knew his intake requirements, but Cinaed seemed intent on making him fat -Â
He still sometimes wondered if he wasn't being fattened up for eating...and found that he didn't care, even if he were.Â
"Besides, being overly fully is uncomfortable..." Especially considering their planned activity. His constitution was iron, but it didn't mean that he felt any better about being stuffed in more than one sense at the same time.Â