#slavestart

[armandlucienduval]

Brats Get It All | [Open]

"Plugs, check. Vibrators, check. Spreader bar, check. Cock cage and sounding rod, check. But I'm kinda nervous about the rod. Sounds painful... Wax kit, check. Enema kit, check. See, that I like. I like feeling clean, even if it don't feel the greatest when you make me hold it. The ginger plug is already carved. See? I put it in a bag so it wouldn't dry out. That fucker burns... Oh, I put the fresh bar of soap too. Umm... Nipple clamps are here. Restraints are here, but you won't need them. Condoms and lube, check check." He went over the list several times to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.

"Over here I got out all the other stuff you asked for. The straps and canes, my hairbrush and martinet. I got the paddle you made with my name on it too, just in case. Worst Christmas gift ever, by the way. I would've preferred a bottle of wine. I didn't get no slippers. I fucking hate that. I don't care what you say, I'll never accept those. But I obeyed your wishes and made up the birch rod like you said. It's sitting in the brine and it's really really scary so I hope you don't use that. I pulled out a few different outfits. I wasn't sure which one you wanted to see me in. And I didn't forget the collar neither... And I brought my punishment journal like you said. I think I was a really good boy for the most part. This was hard for me to set up. I ain't never gotten so prepared in my life... I'm ready to start when you are. Just tell me how you want me."

[armandlucienduval]

"Are we going straight to the martinet, or are you gonna gimme a warm-up with your hand first?"

[armandlucienduval]

dom/slave

Put a kink in my ask box and I’ll write a starter on it.

Claquesous had really piled on the crimes, and he knew he was in trouble with his Dom but he couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face. He had gathered the requested items without complaint, but he would probably struggle a little once they were used. On the bed, he set down a leather belt, his wooden hairbrush, n unopened box containing a bar of soap, and a ginger root, peeled into a plug just as he had been instructed. Apparently talking back to his Dom among other things had very large consequences.

He stood in front of his Dom now, hands at his side, and his posture straight. While he obeyed orders, he was too anxious to be serious, and he cracked a grin. “That’s everything you asked for, Maître,” he said, though he got the feeling he had forgotten a few things anyway.