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.

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Even under the circumstances, Éowyn is frankly not prepared for things to escalate so quickly. Her breeches are thick enough to muffle touch, but even so, the press of another hand between her legs makes her jump, letting out a low, hungry moan that she is immediately embarrassed by.

When she is ready, Keres will have to get all these annoying clothes off, even if she did just get a reaction like that. For now, she pulls her hand away from between her legs to focus on undressing Éowyn.

She may be 'in charge' but she is happy to hold back from touching her so directly for now.

The withdrawal of that touch is almost as striking as the touch itself, in how it kindles such a sharp yearning in Éowyn's whole body. Touch me again, she wants to cry out, touch me more than that.

But she is not quite so far gone as that, and dignity still matters to her. Besides, it is hard to complain when things are still continuing to move in that direction.

She should protest, perhaps. Now is the last time she could stop this from going to places where the Lady of Edoras should not allow herself to be led, and while she cannot rescind a reward she has promised to the victor, she could at least ask that it not be quite so unladylike. But she has never truly wanted to be ladylike, and she is more than ready to let herself be undressed, raising her arms away from Keres for a moment to allow her shirt off over her head.

She has not bothered to bind her breasts underneath, and when her shirt comes off, she is laid bare to the waist. She is sharp and slender, with her small breasts standing pert and high. There is a faint hint of freckling at the tops of her shoulders, matching the freckles on her cheeks; no other mark or scar mars the untouched skin of her chest and belly. Even as she blushes, she is reaching down to help unfasten her belt.

Keres likes what she sees, most certainly, as she then shrugs off her more own revealing top... With her shirt out of the way, Keres can focus on undoing Éowyn's britches, eager to see what she was hiding underneath.

Éowyn did not need further encouragement, readily moving to step out of her leggings as soon as Keres has unlaced them. Her legs are long and muscular, a rider's legs; they join in a thatch of dark gold hair, narrow hips and a taut backside.

She finds her heart beating faster, and reaches out to help the tiefling with her own clothes in turn.

Keres herself didn't ride, but uses blade and spell in equal measure, she had the build of a fighter.

There's less laces to deal with there, she'll quickly get Keres out of her leggings to reveal Keres' toned, muscular legs and in her case, she shaves down there.

And that is it: they are both naked, standing close enough for parts of their bodies to brush one against the other, and Éowyn bites her lip, her eyes trailing over the other woman's body, then back up to meet her eyes.

"And now?" There is a taut, barely-hidden excitement in her tone.

"Now we shall have a little fun."

Keres closes the distance, not content with simply enjoying the view, and slips her hand between her lover's legs to rub at her sex as she kisses her.

Keres' fingers press where she is wet and wanting, and Éowyn lets out a low, pleading sound into the kiss. Desire races through her, jerking at the base of her spine and tightening in her chest, and her knees feel suddenly less steady than they did. Encouraged, she gives in to her own desire to touch, her hands coming up to cup Keres' breasts, exploring the softness of them.

She is naturally going to be cautious of trying to penetrate Éowyn with her fingers, opting to stimulate the sensitive nub. Any thought of whether or not she deserved such intimacy has fled by now... Keres is less hesitant, pressing her chest into her lover's hands with a soft sigh.

Éowyn, for her part, tries to do to Keres what she has found pleasurable herself, in the lonely nights: she pinches one nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, and with the other hand...

Well. The other hand is occupied, all of a sudden, in steadying herself, catching herself on Keres' shoulder as the press of fingers against her clit makes her shudder and tremble with pleasure.

What worked for Éowyn indeed works well for Keres; she moans softly at the touch, her nipples hardening...

Keres keeps her pleasuring up no matter what, teasing her lover's sensitive clit firmly yet with care, watching Éowyn's reactions to her touch carefully. Once, in her former life, these hands drew out pain, tonight, they draw out pleasure.

There is enough stubbornness and pride in Éowyn for her to try and maintain some composure, but not enough experience to succeed. Her face is flushed pink, her eyes dark. She lets out small, ragged sounds, her lips parted and her gaze fixed on Keres' face, her hips rocking into the touches that make her shiver with desire and pleasure.

She wouldn't dare try to penetrate her, given her claws, but she would be more than happy to. Éowyn's soft gasps are music to her ears, encouraging her to keep going, fingers teasing her clit and labia with an experience that surprised Keres herself. It's a skill the amnesiac hero doesn't mind remembering, that's for certain.

Yes, Master~

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