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The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

BDSM isn't all about the sex. Sure, handcuffs, whips and chains, toys, power and control-play can be fun, but sometimes it's about the other stuff too. The little stuff. The ways you and your partner give yourselves to each other every day.

So this is a meme to play out safe, sane, consensual and maybe even non-sexual BDSM.

If you want more information, check out:
          The Ten Golden Rules of BDSM Negotiation
          Sexuality.Org's BDSM Index
          Extreme Restraints

Be warned: Threads and prompts below may contain triggers, and will contain sexual content.

THE EVERYDAY:

feeding: using him as a plate? having her kneel and accept hand-feeding? maybe someone's been very good and should have a tasty reward.
bathing: after all, you have to take care of your partner. it's nice to have someone to get lotion in those hard-to-reach places.
talking/therapy: how are you going to work out this relationship? what obstacles do you have to overcome?
massage: some intimate relaxation.
dates: it's good to go out every once in a while.
negotiation: to work out what kinks are and are not okay.
nonsexual bondage: gags, bridles, chastity belts. some people just like the security of bondage in everyday life.
humiliation/in public: take your pet out to show her off; bend him over a bench and spank him for bad behavior.
animal play: pony play, pet play.
punishment/discipline: someone's been bad. maybe it's time for a time-out. or maybe someone has to clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.
other

THE SEXUAL:

the light stuff: some handcuffs, some ropes. nothing too extreme. maybe one partner or the other is afraid; maybe it's just time to take a break from the trappings and have some love-making.
bondage: chains, or elaborately knotted ropes, or full-body bindings. maybe even suspension in midair.
caning/whipping/spanking: for punishment and for enjoyment of the pain.
shaving: you like them with smooth skin. no beards, no lovetrail, no hairy legs.
piercing/tattooing: a permanent mark of devotion.
sensory deprivation: gags, blindfolds, earplugs, to shut out the rest of the world.
as therapy: exploring a past trauma or fear.
first time: one partner or another is experiencing the kink lifestyle for the first time.
kink parties: for casual play. mind the rules; drugs and alcohol are rarely tolerated, and all play must be consensual. or else the host or hostess might get angry.
orgasm denial/forced orgasm: until they beg for it, or beg you to stop.
ageplay: perhaps someone wants to be treated like a child. maybe a little daddy or mommy kink to go along with it.
role-play: taking on roles. master-slave, teacher-student, dragon prince and slave-dancer -- your imagination's the limit.
genital torture: pain where you're the most sensitive.
electricity: to give things a spark.
medical fetish: sounding, stirrups, speculums -- oh, doctor.
fucking machines: it'll keep in the same rhythm, no matter how much you beg.
other

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It was a game of escalation. It always was with Robert, when things went...this way. Will had never done anything even remotely like this before him. Every step of it had been Robert's suggestion, at least until the point where the suggestion had been for Will to do this. To take control.

It hadn't been all at once. Will had been hesitant and then awkward, he'd been too much or too little. They'd needed time to sort as much out as they could.

But they'd still kept trying, was the thing. Continued pushing at it, when neither of them was so emotionally raw that they couldn't bear more.

Right now, Will's sitting on the edge of Robert's couch. His pants are down around his ankles, along with his underwear, because that's where Robert had left them after obediently peeling them down. His right hand is forward, holding the back of Robert's head.

Robert, who is knelt in front of Will, lips shiny in the half-light from the lone lamp, cheeks flushed. Bristly silver glints at his temples, sticks to parts of his forehead with sweat. Will's cock disappears from sight into Robert's mouth, and that's the point at which Will stares.

At least until he looks up further, for Robert's eyes. "Robert." Will sighs. This feels good. Amazing. Robert's good enough at it, but that's not all of it, not even close - this is because Robert's giving himself over, because Will's trusting himself enough to handle it without breaking him. It's good because Robert trusts Will enough not to actually hurt him. That's the entire reason this scene can play out - willingly being aggressive, willingly being used. Offering up parts of yourself you usually keep hidden.

"Deeper, Robert." Will's fingers tighten in Robert's hair. Will feels his knuckles scrape at Robert's skull. He pulls forward by degrees, feeling it out. Their safe word is more than well-established now, has its own finger-tap-only version for when Robert can't speak, the way he can't right now. (Is it terrible of Will that that makes him twitch further up into Robert's mouth with want, that Robert is so into their game that he wants to have his voice taken from him so literally, that Will's fucking his mouth so deeply he can't speak?)

"Look at you." It's a taunt and genuine wonder all at once. Will's free hand drags through the saliva dripping from the corner of Robert's mouth. He can't even swallow properly with Will this far into his throat, and Will's only just started to feel himself start to connect with it. He moans, involuntary, and shudders into him. "Already making a mess."

His hand tightens, sudden, in Robert's hair. Will drags him forward more, feels himself hit something, feels the head of his erection press something so soft and delicate it has him biting his lip against a sound that would be more whimper than moan. It's beautiful this way, the struggle of it. The way Robert likes it, the angry release Will feels roiling off of him like a storm from the ocean. "Deeper, Robert. Now."

Robert just always got the feeling that Will could get into sex like this. It's that varied clichéd saying about 'the quiet ones', how they're always secretly the depraved people you know.

This isn't entirely like that; it's not wanton depravity for the sake of being shocking. All it is is intense. Will is so intense, so sensitive, and tries to numb out every stimuli he experiences -- while Robert numbs out pain that isn't a physical ailment that he can patch up and heal for himself.

Which is why Robert pushes for nights like this. They need it, and moreover, Will enjoys it. It's been a wild ride, watching Will peel away his protective shell (is it to protect himself, or to protect others?) around him, indulge, let fucking go. Or, in some cases, grab on and bare down.

Tonight, Robert finds that he's the one baring down, as Will sinks his cock deeper back into his mouth. Rough hands grip at Will's thighs, Robert closing his eyes and trying to relax his throat, working to not accidentally engage any unfortunate reflexes that come as part of the territory here.

But, Jesus, does Robert love some of the shit Will comes up with. He moans around Will, feels a finger smearing his spit across his face, his own erection pulsing out a plea of its own as it goes unaddressed, propping up against his jeans.

Then comes a grunt and Robert tenses -- Will jerks him down onto his dick, his head nudging deep against the back of his soft palate and trying for his uvula. It's a lot, and it's sudden, and Robert tries to force down on his muscles that cause his tongue to flatten and his throat to widen--

Robert flinches, writhes against Will's hand, knuckles hard as rocks against his scalp. He chokes, coughing around the head of Will's cock -- but he doesn't ask to stop, not yet. His own fingers dig deeper into the fleshy lengths of the other man's legs, and Robert playfully bucks his shoulders against the hold, but he lets out a low moan at the twitch he feels between his bent legs.

Robert's throat convulses and Will actually whimpers, for the split second before he swallows the sound and then turns it into a groan. But the soft wet skin against the head of his cock moves in a way it wouldn't naturally, rubs just fractionally against the glans and Will rolls his hips, slow and careful, keeping his hand steady on the back of Robert's head.

This is where it - gets different. This is where lines get blurred, this is why the finger-tap is so important. Will's always ready for it, constantly on the alert for any real sign of distress, but that's part of this game. Robert is choking - he just isn't in danger. It's an exercise in discomfort, in voluntary strain.

Will doesn't have to censor himself, Robert doesn't have to act tough, doesn't have to make decisions. They're acting so they don't have to act, not the same way they do in their daily lives. "You like that." Will says, his eyes at the ceiling for a moment. "Me fucking your mouth. Not being able to breathe, not sure if it'll be too much for you." He pulls back, just a little, just enough that Will thinks Robert might be able to catch some of his breath.

Will wants more. He wants Robert to have more. An idea strikes off the situation like flint on steel, catches Will's mind alight. "Take off your pants, Robert. I want you naked."

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