bakerstreet | The BDSM Meme

Have you ever had a dream where you were running through a sunflower field with clouds dancing across a crystal blue sky, your lover's running towards you? The wind is whipping through lovely lavish locks...and you embrace for that perfect passionate kiss...WELL. This is not that dream. This is hard, sweaty, angry, crazy, monstrous fucking.
-Brendon Urie

Sometimes, when someone has been very naughty, they just need to be tied up and whipped.

Post a comment with your character, fandom, and preferences in the subject line. Make sure to note if there is anything on the list you're not comfortable with. Use the RNG to get a number between 1 and 16, or just pick one (or several!) and tag around! Feel free to get creative!

1 - Handcuffs. An oldie but a goodie. Are you handcuffed to something or just behind your back?

2 - Full bondage. This can be anything from hands tied to the headboard to the most complex of rope bondage.

3 - Sex swing. Sling 'em up! Also includes harnesses and special furniture.

4 - Tied to the bed. You are not going anywhere -- whether spread-eagle or kneeling at the foot, you are not moving from this bed until your lover says so.

5 - Public scene. Whether a demonstration at a small party or a subtle but definite show of dominance in a restaurant, someone else is watching this show.

6 - Riding crop. Giddyup!

7 - Paddle. Leather, metal, or wood? Either way, someone's been bad.

8 - Cane. Just like in school!

9 - Whip. This isn't for beginners. Avoid the vital organs.

10 - Sensory deprivation. Blindfold, gag, breathplay? The possibilities here are endless.

11 - Spanking. Why use toys when your hand works just as well?

12 - Candle wax. Oh it burns so good.

13 - Blades. Careful where you cut, and make sure you clean up after!

14 - Needleplay. Whether it's permanent or just for play, this is a particularly sharp pain.

15 - Electric stimulation. Do you have an instrument, or are you being reckless with a wallplug?

16 - Wild card. Pick one of these or do your own favorite fantasy!

{meme not by me, contact if you'd like credit!}

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[Likely to be the dom. Favs are 4, 9, and 10.]

[ have a preference between 4 and 10? ...and hi! ]

[HI!!!! /Glomps.

I'm leaning towards 10. Maybe a little bit of breathplay involving using the Force?]

[ got it! i'll write you up a starter later tonight. <3 ]

It hadn't taken long for Azula's Master to realise that the fallen Princess had night terrors. She would thrash and scream, and sometimes even shoot fire from her lips as she battled with her demons in the grip of sleep.

That's why she was always tied securely to the bed every night, with a ball gag in her mouth to keep her from sleep-bending. Of course, she really owed it to her Master to thank him for helping her sleep better. She wiggled her hips as best she could, making noises through her nose to try getting his attention.

When Azula had first come to Kylo's attention, he'd seen something similar to himself within the firebender. She was a broken soul, someone that had been shattered and needed to be rebuilt back up. He was the person who was going to do it, rebuilding her just the way he wanted her to be.

He lay beside her, watching her movements with a careful eye. This latest arrangement appeared to be working wonders for Azula's sleep. And the sheer power he held over her, knowing that she couldn't even move unless he willed it, that was intoxicating for the dark knight. He propped his head up with one hand as she sought out his attention. "What is it?"

She met his eyes as he leaned up beside her, then flicked her eyes downwards to draw his attention that way. She arched her back and wiggled her bottom, trying to advertise her opened legs to him.

He'd picked her up when she was broken. He'd cared for her when no one else had. He'd given her his time when she'd had nothing. Now, he was her everything, and she was unashamed of it. At night, she couldn't move without his will. During the day, she wouldn't. If he told her to walk across broken glass barefoot to come to his side, she would.

And right now, what she wanted to do was please him. She couldn't speak to ask him, couldn't move to offer, all she could do was wiggle and hope that he too her up on it and didn't leave her to sleep off the night without his touch.

Kylo knew what she was aiming at and an uncharacteristic smirk made its way over his face. Control, that's what he wanted, and that's what she was offering him. He shifted, moving his body until he was bracing himself over Azula's on his muscled arms. One hand went under her clothes. It ran down her body slowly, starting at her collarbone and all the way down, past her breasts and resting on her stomach.

He could do just about anything he wanted to her, tied up and helpless as she was. Just that thought alone was enough to get him hard. He leaned down, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. "Just relax. Everything I do is only because I care." It made sense in his own dark mind.

It made sense to her, too. She had grown up with abuse. She was used to abuse. It was in the context of abuse that she understood love, and as such, anything he did to her, she interpreted as love.

She relaxed easily under his hands, letting her eyes drift closed as she wiggled for him. She tried to tilt her head to nudge against him, needing to feel more of him. She needed his touch, whether it was a lover's caress or a slap across the face it didn't even matter as long as he spent time with her, paid attention to her...

She needed him. In whatever way pleased him, she needed him.

One hand wrapped around her throat. It was a hard, bruising grip, not quite enough to cut off her air. He wanted to see her squirm under the uncomfortable touch, at least as much as she was able to while still tied to the bed. The other went down past her stomach and rested for a moment on her mound. His large fingers slid inside of her. His thumb began to rub rough circles around her clit.

She gasped as best she could with her nose, tilting her head up to give him better access to her throat. She liked to wear bruises and marks from him, it felt like a bit of him she could take with her during the day.

It still hurt, though, and she wiggled for him as she adjusted to the pain. She only had a moment to force her body to cope, and then his fingers were inside of her. She moaned as loud as she could through her nose, arching her back to press herself against his hand.

She had to bite down hard on the gag in her mouth, helping to balance the sensations with the focus of biting down. Still, as his thumb trailed around her clit, he would be able to feel his fingers inside her getting wet from her need.

The grip on her skin increased, leaving it with promises of dark marks that would be sure to form. It was mark of his ownership. Azula belonged to him and no other.

The pressure upon her clit increased as he sought to stake his claim on her. As he felt his fingers moisten, a smirk crossed his face. She wanted him desperately. He removed his hand from her throat, using it to pull his pants down, freeing a dick that was already achingly hard. He paused just a moment before pushing himself inside her all in one smooth thrust.

She whined softly as his fingers pulled out of her, tilting her head to look at his face once again. A sound of mixed pleasure and pain escaped her nose as he slammed into her. She arched her back, straining against her bonds to meet his thrust. This was what she needed, and only her Master could please her.

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Kylo Ren | Star Wars | OTA

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