#tw bsdm

[virovac]

If the artists would stop putting Catra’s tail in a position where it looks like some furry buttplugg  instead of connected to the tailbone, I would be forever thankful. 

[inmensapotentia]

While it wasn't an all the time thing, it was at least once or twice a month that Doctor Ishida found his way to Inferno. While the club was on the supposedly bad side of town, Ryuuken really couldn't give less of a damn about that fact. Finding a place to park, he turned off his car and tapped a cigarette from it's pack. While a joint would have been more enjoyable, the doctor had also agreed to the rules of the Inferno before he ever got past the front desk and was one who wouldn't go back on his word.

Locking the door as he stepped out of the car, he rested his hand atop the vehicle as if just taking a moment to steady himself. In reality, he had carefully pulled the thinnest possible layer of reishi and formed it much like a blanket over his car. Not visible to those without gifts, but something no human could dispel. Of any fancy cars parked in this area, his was certainly the safest as he headed into the club.

Finishing his cigarette just before he reached the door, he blew out the rest of the smoke and headed inside. He really wasn't the most friendly person, but by this point the door guards recognized him and let him go with a simple nod after he scanned his keychain to show he'd paid his dues. Moving deeper into the club after dropping his things in one of the lockers, that key tucked in a pocket, the silver haired man wandered about glancing over the other patrons and what was happening. Eventually he settled himself in one of the rooms with multiple raised daises, watching those who went up with their partners.

He knew he was an unattached dom which made many afraid to approach him, but watching was still better than just going home. Without thinking about it, he had started to mutter, the world barely audible as he critiqued one of the doms' technique, disliking how obvious it was his sub was no longer enjoying themselves. Ignoring the woman he'd sat by, he stood when another strike came forward after he watched the bound woman's lips move. Audible or not, after all the dom was much closer to her, her expression alone told him she was done and he was quick to move across the room; though not with his hirenkyaku.

Taking the strike to his own arm, purposefully keeping his vene blut from activating, Ryuuken all but snatched the whip from the supposed dom before him. "I suggest learning to read body language if you're going to ignore their safewords." His words were sharp, but his attention had already moved onto the bound woman, working at letting her lose. "You're safe. Find granny, she'll help with the come down and get you home safely."

The old woman, at least for a human as she was in her sixties, had run the club for decades and was one of only a handful who could access the records for things such as client addresses. And when one of the dungeon guards approached, the woman left with them leaving him to return to the seat he'd previously taken residence on, still only vaguely aware of the woman sitting next to him when he dropped into the seat.

[moonlit-maiden]

Criminal Minds is showing shade at 50 Shades of Grey while showing what genuine, consensual and safe BDSM really is and how books like 50 Shades is warping it and hurting people possibly.

I fucking love this show~!

[mousefactors]

Subs can't read minds

...but they can do a pretty good job at guessing sometimes.

The other night, I was skyping with my bf. He was saying that the idea of someone giving him one bottle of beer each day for a month was the worse possible torture, and that he'd rather get only 24 of them, but all at the same time. (yes, filed under unusual punishments for the boy) So I said that most people would consider that ice cubes in their underwear was more painful. The poor little thing pointed out that he thought that taking ice cubes away from his genitals would be less fun.

"Are you sure? I asked - Eh... I could try."

He went to the kitchen to grab a frozen can of long drink, and propped it under his balls. Not 5 seconds later, he was bent over in pain. You'd think that's be the end of it, but later in the conversation, he said:

"I can't believe I put that can on my testicules. - Yes, it was quite entertaining! - You're going to ask me to do it again, aren't you? - I don't even have to ask, you'll do it anyways." ... Yup. He did it.