Consensual Control

Content Warning: Dubcon

Sex is fun. Sometimes, sex involves power dynamics. The master and the servant. The dom and the sub. Or, perhaps, something stranger. This is a meme for characters exploring the space defined by these power dynamics, without either party being forced into it against their will. It's a game, and the only winners are the ones who have a good time.

Of course, this being an RP meme, we can get a little surreal with it, too.

BDSM Rules. No outside enforcement of the dynamic; you just both agree to the rules. The safest version of this, because if you don't like what happens, you can just stop. For added fun, bring some costumes and role playing into it.
That's an Order. One of you is high enough status that the other can't freely disobey their orders. They wouldn't use that power against you, of course... but what if you asked them to?
Winner takes all. Like the first one, but with a PVP element. Have a fight, or a gamble, and wager yourself on the outcome. To the winner go the spoils, to do with as they please.
Hypnosis. Have you ever wanted to get hypnotized into being someone's sex toy? Now you can. Hypnosis is super real, and it puts you into a sort of trance that your partner can use to control you every thought.
Super Aphrodisiac. If you drink this, you'll be so overcome with lust that you won't be able to control yourself. What happens after that is out of your hands. Bottoms up.
Body control. The result of some kind of hypertech or magic ritual. For a fixed period of time, if your new master gives an order, your body will follow it automatically, with or without your permission. Depending on the version, they may even be able to control your sensitivity, or make you climax with a word.
Use your imagination. Got an idea along the theme that isn't on the list? Make up your own hook! I'm not your daddy.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Éowyn inclines her head one more time, and retreats, limping a little. True to her word, it is a few minutes before she returns, carrying a large ewer of water and two cups. She has clearly taken the time to cool off a little, as well; washed her face, splashed water on the back of her neck, unbraided her hair. Taken a moment, too, to confront the thought of what comes next.

She sets down the cups and water, and pours Keres a cupful first, holding it out. "Well, then. I am yours."

"My thanks." She takes the offered cup and starts to drink it, feeling some of her strength return. She was going to need it for the sex.

From what she could remember about herself, she felt she wasn't quite as experience as she would like to be. Perhaps she might learn otherwise. For now, she waits.

Éowyn pours herself a cup, too, and for a time they are both waiting: she does not know what else to say, or what to do. Neither sex nor submission are things with which she has much personal experience, and she loathes to be embarrassed, to admit her ignorance.

But she is also impatient, and when she has finished her cup, she sets it aside and fixes Keres with a sharp look. "Well?"

Do not leave me waiting for what I fear, she will not say, because she will not admit that any part of her fears what she has offered freely. But it is the core of it, all the same. Do not force me to wonder what is coming.

"Someone's eager to begin. Since you're so ready to start, here's one thing I want you to do... Kiss me."

It's fortunate that Keres is more than happy to start, no need to wait now...

It's something of a test, to see how good a kissed Éowyn is... and to get herself a little turned on.

A part of her rebels against what feels to her an accusation: she is not eager, she wants to protest, she is only ready for this to be over. She does not say it, though, not least because even as she thinks it she knows it is ridiculous.

Ridiculous, and a lie. She has been eager since she felt Keres' body pressing up against hers, their sweaty, writhing forms rubbing against one another. She has been more eager than an honourable woman should ever be to see this to the end, whoever won.

She takes a deep breath, and nods - to Keres, to herself - straightening up more fully and closing the space between them. She hesitates only a fraction of a moment, then her mouth finds Keres, her lips slightly parted as she presses them to the other woman's. She is not an experienced kisser, but there is a low hunger that burns behind the restraint of that kiss, no matter how much she might try to cling to her dignity.

Keres, being a tiefling, had some ridges around her body, while generally soft, did add something new to feel as her body presses against her lover's.

To be fair, Keres didn't have a lot of experience kissing either as romance had not blossomed between herself and any of her companions. But she made up for it in passion, quickly building as the kiss begins... soon her tongue is seeking entry as her own lips part.

Yes, Master~

Consensual Control

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject