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The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

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
          The Keys to A Relationship
          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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[All that Yamamoto gets is an image and an address and five words: if you want him come.

Of course, the image is probably not the sort of thing you'd want other people to see. It's a slender male figure, tied in a harness of silk rope, blindfolded, gagged. His wrists were bound, and his body arched and tied to a chair. One might think it was just a mistext, except that the figure was Kyoya.

Pale pale skin and black silken hair, that Skylark tattooed on his left collarbone, hickies Yamamoto had left on the side of his throat. The ropes that bind him and even the silken gag between his lips are rain flame blue, and perfectly placed on the skin of Kyoya's flat stomach are the leaves of the Yamamoto family mon. It's a striking and provocative image, but, of course, nothing compared to the actual sight.

The address is a dilapidated house. It's not actually Kokuyoland, but it shares a similar sort of aesthetic. Kyoya is on the third floor, the chair in the middle of a large moon, and leaning back against the far wall -- clearly waiting -- is Mukuro.

Kyoya can't break the ropes, even if he should be able to. There was something that kept him bound tight, nearly helpless, as much as Kyoya detested the word. All he could do was listen, listen to the sound of Mukuro's lilting laughter and Yamamoto's soft, calm, cold voice that is somehow far more demanding than Mukuro's soft whispers. It trails heat down his spine, makes him shiver within the blue ropes that hold him captive.

He can hear it, the sound of Yamamoto's sword, the way the air rends, but he can't move. Eventually, the air stills, and the clash of combat around him- because of him, for him- settles into silence. He shivers, staring into the blackness of the blindfold that steals his sight. He doesn't know what's happened. Just that he's still here, like this, tied up and on display like a sick kind of gift that Mukuro had left for the Rain Guardian

The relationship between Kyoya and Mukuro had never particularly made sense. The illusionist not quite jealous, but interested, curious, pushing at whatever it was Kyoya had with Takeshi. Vanishing like mist and leaving the swordsman alone with the Cloud. Small, slender figure bound, unable to speak or see or touch.]

[For all his notable calm, for all that he is the Rain, that text had made Takeshi see red. His anger is cold and relentless like a torrential downpour and in that moment, his hand nearly breaks the phone.

Come and get him?

He's not certain if Mukuro is ready for the way he enters. He's not playing. He's not smiling. There's that cold, deadly calm that marks him as something special. Something that even Reborn respects enough to train. Every rain had it in them. The Requiem Rain. The chilling downpour over gravestones and the final perfect unending tranquility given to others in their deaths.

He rarely has cause to point his swords at his friends, but he does this day. He does because how dare Mukuro do this to Hibari. His Hibari. How dare he! There will be no laughter. No forgiveness. Just the cold, honest truth of steel and his determination to pay Mukuro back for this insult to his Kyoya.

In the end, the battle ends with the mist slipping away. There's blood on Takeshi's sword though. This is what he can do when he is serious. When he stops playing. The mist is gone and Hibari remains, bound tightly to that chair, body arches beautifully, cock straining and hard.

Yamamoto can't help but take silent steps forward. He makes no sound at all. It's like there's no one in the room anymore. But then his finger light upon the other male, sliding over supple flesh, because Hibari is so beautiful like this. He probably should have spoken because that touch could have been anyone's The illusionist's or himself. But his fingers keep sliding along the guidelines of the ropes, in a soft whisper of sensation, utterly taken by the way Hibari's body is on display.

Finally, after he lightly removes those leaves does he speak, his voice still cool and soft in Hibari's ear.]

It's me... I'll get you out of those in a jiff.

[Only his fingers keep traveling, indulging in this twisted present he's been given]

[He can smell the blood on the air, but he doesn't know who it belongs to, and there's a sharp sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach that he doesn't want to think about. That flicker of concern that he doesn't know how far Mukuro would go to make a point, just how much damage the illusionist would do to Takeshi.

There's those long heartbeats where there's no sound at all, and Kyoya can't speak, and so he doesn't bother to try. He waits, even though he's not a patient person, and it sets his teeth on edge. But then fingers touch his silken soft skin, and he knows. He doesn't have to see him to know who's touching him. He can feel it in the strength in his hands, in the way his fingers are slightly rough from the regularity with which he handles a sword. It's somehow breathtaking, the way that Takeshi's fingers trace his skin by following the blue lines of silk rope.

He trembles, because there's a different kind of heat, feeling the Rain Guardians hands on his bare skin, put on display like this for him. Fingers sliding down and removing those leaves from where they'd pressed softly against his stomach. His voice is cool and soft when words finally come against his ear, but it's like he can still hear that hard edge that he'd felt in the way he'd used his sword, in the fact that there was blood on the floor. He's always had an unspoken affection for the hard eyes he sees sometimes, the way that his Rain can cut as surely as it can soothe. He appreciates both sides of him, but it was this that originally drew him out to watch his Ring Battle against Squalo.

There's a part of him that almost wants to tell him that he doesn't have to let him go just yet, but he has no words he can give, even if he could admit that out loud. But Yamamoto's hands keep touching anyway, and Hibari can't help the way that he arches, tugging slightly against the ropes, but it's into the touches and not away from the restraints. There's a strange sort of chemistry in the room right now, and it has his breath caught in his throat, makes his cock twitch.

Knowing Mukuro, this was likely the entire point.]

[He knows he should undo Hibari. He said he would remove them. But here he is, indulging himself in a way he knows he shouldn't. But there is just something about this. About the way Hibari feels. How he looks. He's almost glad Hibari can't see him. Can't see that dark lust in his eyes. Can't see the small stab of possessive anger because Mukuro got to see this. Because Mukuro got to tie Hibari like this.

He slides right next to the other man and he's certain that Hibari can feel the heat off of him. From both anger and arousal. He's leaning over even as his fingers keep trailing so that he can press a small kiss to that gagged mouth for a moment. A moment in which he knows and understands what this is now. Mukuro must have known...must have figured it out and wanted to corrupt what they had. Pervert his feelings for the Cloud. His kiss lingers and he's going up to nip Kyoya's ear and murmuring softly into it.]

You're beautiful like this, Kyoya. It's a shame I can't play his game. I'd really love to. To just untie your legs and retie them so they're spread for me. So I can have my way with you. But that's what he wants, isn't it? He wants to use me to break you.

[His use of the man's given name shows how emboldened this makes him. And his hands have drifted to Hibari's cock, feeling the sweet hard heat of it. He wonders how Hibari would act, if he dropped to his knees and sucked him off while he was helpless to stop him... but that's playing Mukuro's game too.]

Oh, that's right. You can't answer me... Let me take care of that, hmmm?

[That heat that is Takeshi so close moves, hands leave Hibari and there's that sound. That cold, subtle sound of a sword. There's the rush of air against Hibari's face and the gag is cut in half. The sword clicks back and he's returning to the other male, inspecting to make sure he didn't cut Hibari. He already knows he hasn't.]

There, that's better now, isn't it?

[He can feel the heat on his body as Yamamoto moves in close to him, leaning over his body, trailing fingers over his skin. A kiss pressed to his gagged mouth and he shivers at the feeling of it. There's something different about being like this when it's Yamamoto's eyes on him and not Mukuro's. That kiss lingers, and then slides up to his ear, the other's voice hot and erotic in the worst kind of way.

It's the things that he says. The image of Yamamoto's hands softly untying the ropes that bind his legs and retying them so that slender limbs are spread just for him. He'd never really considered being tied up as something he would have been able to stand, but with Yamamoto whispering those words against hi ear, it makes him tremble inside those ropes.

He doesn't think that Yamamoto could break him, but he's also never seen the man still in this still, quiet space when they've been together. There's a faint flush at how he calls him Kyoya, and he's almost glad for the gag, given that it gives him an excuse not to answer, not to betray just what this does to him. Except that those sword-strong hands slide down to his cock, touching him and feeling how hard he is from this.

There's a muffled sound when Yamamoto pulls away, and a thrill runs through Kyoya with the sound of his sword unsheathing, the way the air rushes against his face as the blade cuts the air itself. The silk of the gag falls away to the sound of his sword clicking back into place, and the way that his proximity returns, close with that nearly rhetorical question.]

Takeshi...

[He's never used his given name before, not even once, but this is different. He can't see him, but he can feel him. That cold, calm warmth, the way that his eyes look over his body. He doesn't know what else to say. He's exposed, and there's a helpless thrill to the feeling.]

[Hibari says his name. His given name. Not Yamamoto. Not idiot. His name and it's the sexiest sound he's ever heard. His hands slide over the other's body once more, fingers teasing over ropes until they run over the others nipple. There he lingers, slowly pinching and rolling it between his fingers.]

Say it again.

[It's not quite an order because you don't order Hibari Kyoya around and live to tell about it. But it's close. He wants to hear his name on those full soft lips.]

Say it again and tell me what it is you want.

[Because he has to hear it from Hibari. He needs to. He doesn't want to think he's playing into Mukuro's hand. He doesn't want to consider that somewhere, the illusionist is watching them somehow. Watching and laughing at how well his plans have gone]

[Kyoya shivers as those hands slide down over his body, teasing against the silk ropes that bind him, until they touch against one of his nipples. He pinches, plays with it between his fingertips and Kyoya can't help the way that he moans, how he slightly arches into the feel of it with that slight bit of give to the ropes.

Then there's that demand on his lips, that request that's almost an order and his body shakes. It's echoed again, that demand that he say it and tell him what he wants. His voice low with a quiet insistence that Kyoya doesn't know how to deny.]

Takeshi... [His voice comes out soft and heated across those full lips.] ...I want it.

[He doesn't know what else to say aside from that, and even that makes his face flush. He doesn't know how to articulate it, how much he likes this, how he's not even thinking of the fact that Mukuro is probably watching and how this will likely come up as some amused comment the next time he fights the illusionist.]

[He plays with that nipple, teasing it into a hard little nub. Watching how Hibari reacts. He does nothing more than that. Just watches and listens. He never doesn't listen. Sure, sometimes, he'll pretend to ignore Hibari's ridiculous demands to be left alone in order to be around him, but he's never actually ignore it. He'll always listen to what Hibari says, but also what he doesn't say.]

All right, Kyoya... I'll give you what you want.

[There's a shift and there's the drag of a wet tongue down Hibari's frame to wrap around his nipple for a moment. There's far too much teeth in that, using them to pull and tug at the sensitive numb for a moment before he's licking down lower on his body, tongue going just to the side of those ropes as he descends.

Hibari will feel his hands slide down bound legs. Deft fingers undo those ropes on his legs, but only long enough for Yamamoto to spread them, to shift his hips slightly and retie them around either leg of the chair with slow, careful caress of the rope around his legs.]

You really are beautiful, Kyoya. Let me show you how much.

[A new feeling. The feeling of Takeshi sliding between those legs, certain that his broad shoulders in his cotton gi brushes those soft thighs. His mouth already on it's path towards his core. Fingers working to spread his cheeks before he can get there and slowly trace his tongue over Hibari's cock and then down until it is teasing his hole]

[Kyoya can't help how he all but writhes in his restraints as Takeshi teases his nipple, that wet slide of his tongue that curls against sensitive flesh and he whimpers. It's only made hotter by the sound of his voice, the way he says that he'll give him what he wants. He's always loved the way that his voice sounds like this, when it's low and heated, enough to spike his arousal with words alone.

But it's not just words. It's the sharp drag of teeth, the way that he pulls and tugs at his nipple and Kyoya arches into it, moaning helplessly. Any worry he might have had about Mukuro watching is burned out by the way that the other makes him feel, that lightly abused nub sensitive and wet against the cool air as the Rain's tongue slides lower on his body. He still follows the line of those blue ropes, and there's something sensual about the complete inability to tose track of how he's bound. Not just from the feel of the ropes themselves, but how Takeshi keeps almost tracing them.

Those large hands slide down his legss, undoing the knots that Mukuro had tied so carefully, that whisper of silk on his skin from the way they go slack. But he doesn't release him entirely, just spreads his legs, adjusts Kyoya's hips a little, before he's retying him. And the Cloud doesn't resist, just that soft, hitched sound of his rushed breathing, hot with arousal as the other Guardian's fingers caress over skin and bind his legs so that they're spread for him.

He feels strange when he calls him beautiful, and he doesn't even know what to say. His skin is heated, his face flushed, the pink-red just faintly visible in the dim light of the room. Then that uncertainty is followed by the way that Takeshi slides between his legs, the way that the fabric of his gi drags against the insides of his thighs, and it makes his breathing rough. Soft murmurs, catches of his breath, a tremble that he can almost certainly feel running through that slender frame.

Fingers spread his cheeks and he gasps, sharp and loud at the feeling, the way that he's so open and exposed. His body is quivering from the sensations, and then that mouth traces down his cock, lower until Takeshi is touching tongue against his hole. At that his eyes go wide under the blindfold, and he can't help the way that he's moaning, sharp and hot, and his head tossing to the side. He's helpless, flushed, moaning, filled with pleasure and embarrassment in equal measure.]

Take..shi-- What are you..ah--

[His name comes out almost like a whine, but it's not really a protest, not with how he's moaning and trembling into his hands. He squirms a little, uncertain, but there's something so very hot about how the wet pressure of his tongue presses against Kyoya's tight hole.]

[He's infinitely glad that he removed the gag from Hibari's mouth. There's a deep thrill in the way he makes those sounds. Normally, the other is so reticent. He's a man of action, not words. He wonders if he can get more words from Hibari. He wonders if he can tease the man until he loses the last bit of his restraint and begs.

Part of him though wonders if making him beg would be fair. He's never made Hibari ask for it. Always just given it to him freely. But he had told Hibari that he would give the other male what he wanted. For that, he needs to hear what he wants.

He doesn't bother answering that breathless moan with words. Instead he just presses his advantage and his tongue. Slowly, carefully working the slick muscle inside of the other, licking and sliding and stretching that opening. He knows he could use his flames to relax Hibari completely, but that's cheating. He'd rather take his time and enjoy himself.]

[Kyoya almost wishes he still had that gag in his mouth because he just can't help himself like this. He can't help crying out, that way that he whimpers his name, moans as he arches against the ropes that bind him. He's never begged for anything in his life, but Yamamoto certainly has the right approach if he wants to push him to it -- overwhelm him with sensation. There's almost a kind of thrill to it, the way that Yamamoto pushes him, touches him in ways that leave him shaking like this.

He's never done this before and it makes him cry out hard and sharp. Never been tied up, never had someone's tongue pressing into him like this. He whines, trembling as the Rain Guardian uses his tongue to open him up, thrusting into his hole and making him slick with saliva. The noises on his lips are incoherent and he squirms a little as the other uses his tongue to slowly fuck him open, stretching him. But with how he's tied down there's nowhere for him to go.

His face is flushed deep red, color heavy on his pale skin, accenting those delicate cheekbones.]

Takeshi... I, ah--

[He wanted him so badly, twisting against the ropes that bound him tight. His hips angling as much as he could manage, pressing back toward that tongue licking up inside of him. His body slowly relaxing, easing into the feeling of it, the way that slick pleasure ran through him.]

[ He loves the way Hibari's voice echoes in this place. Mukuro really did pick the perfect place for sounds to bounce off the walls. He enjoys the way the other writhes and moves against the ropes. He adores the eager way those hips press against his tongue and the way that hole relaxes and allows him to give Hibari more.

Slowly, he slides fingers over him before he slides one in next to his tongue to wiggle around as well. He can't ask Hibari what he was trying to say, but he thinks the way he tongues him as well as how he moves his fingers are more than enough to convey his thoughts. He wants Hibari to really enjoy this. But he also wants to hear the other ask for more.]

[He cries out sharp and hard as Takeshi slides a finger inside of him, against that slick press of his tongue, stretching him and making him shake. It feels so good, pleasure burns through him making his shoulders tremble and he almost sobs with the sensations. He's never felt like this before and he wants this. He wants him, wants to feel him, even if it's a little embarrassing, almost humiliating with how he's tied up. But it's in this strange way that he likes.

Because it's him. Takeshi. His Rain. All he can do is arch in those ropes, crying out, and he wishes that his hands were free because he wants to smother fingers against his mouth, choke down his cries, but he can't. Not with that tongue and swordworn fingers moving inside of him. He can't see him, can only hear the lewd sounds, feel the sensations the other causes in his body.]

Takeshi, I... Please, I want--

[It's hard to put it into words, but he's burning with pleasure, needy and all he can think is how much he wants to feel him, feel more. Bound with those ropes and Takeshi's hands on his skin and he never thought he would need something this much.]

[He would be grossly disappointed if Hibari didn't make sounds. He revels in how those cries fill the room. He wants to hear more. He wants to hear Hibari sob his name in want. He wants the man to tell him what he needs. Say the words.

Slowly he trails his tongue away and adds more fingers in their place. It's slick enough that he can push and stretch and play, seeking out that spot inside. His mouth doesn't stay occupied for long though.]

You have to tell me exactly what you want. I won't give it to you unless you use your words.

[Cruel? Perhaps, but he really does want Kyoya to say it. Until then, his mouth starts to work on the man's erection, hungerly taking it into his mouth while his fingers thrust in a demanding rhythm.]

[Kyoya cries out, his hips jerking as his voice sinks into almost a low sob of pleasure as Takeshi's tongue slips away, and instead slides more fingers into the Cloud's tight body. He's shaking in those ropes, and he's actually glad for them. There's something about the way he can just relax into the way he's bound, into how Takeshi touches him and not worry about fighting it, or his reactions and just feel.

He all but screams, his voice sharp and loud as Takeshi uses how slick he's gotten Kyoya to stretch him and then hits that spot that makes him tense and then go nearly boneless. It's overwhelming and all he can do is moan and whine the Rain's name, that call of Takeshi as the man pleasures him.]

I... I can't, I-- Takeshi, I need it, want you.

[He doesn't know how to ask for it. How to tell him that he wants him to fuck him, wants him inside of his skin, wants to feel him fill his body, take him apart in that base and primal sort of way until he crumbles just for him. And then lips wrap around his erection and he moans, helplessly crying out at the sensations, the rhythm between his mouth and his fingers.]

Takeshi, please.

[If Mukuro had wanted to know if Yamamoto could take him to pieces, pull all those things from him that the illusionist couldn't touch, he had his answer.]

[Once he finds that spot inside Hibari, he's merciless. His fingers keep pressing and nudging at it as his fingers work inside the other. His mouth sucks and licks as well, hungerly enjoying Hibari's cock in his mouth. He bobs his head down until the tip hits the back of his throat. Until Hibari says please. Only then does he back off, giving Hibari's cock a soft kiss as he does.]

Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want.

[His fingers pull out so that he can start on the ties to his hakama. He's certain Hibari can hear it, the whisper of fabric. He just has to drop the front of it. Once that's done, he slides between those spread legs and hooks his fingers in the rope at Hibari's hips. He's sure Hibari can feel it, the heat of his erection as he uses his other hand to help guide it.]

Relax, okay?

[It's entirely unfair, just how merciless Takeshi is as he works his fingers inside of Kyoya's body. He keeps hitting that spot inside of him, intentionally, sending fireworks crackling inside of his body, and all he can do is whimper and arch into the touches. The way that the pace and the rhythm matches to Takeshi's mouth on his cock and it's so good he's worried he's going to come apart just like this, but then he pulls away.

He shudders at the way that he says that, words that almost seem teasing, but the sound of the fabric of the other teen's hakama coming down isn't teasing at all. It seems that he's not the only one hungry for this.

His breath catches and his shoulders shake as Takeshi presses in between his spread legs, fingers hooking into the blue silk rope over his hips. He can feel the press of it, the heat of Takeshi's thick girth nudging against his entrance and he nods slowly.]

I'm trying.

[He was shaking in the ropes with how much he wanted this, his eyelashes fluttering. Relaxing was more difficult than Takeshi made it sound.]

[ He knows he could make Hibari relax. He could give the other a small hit of his flames but it seems wrong. It doesn't matter what he has the other blindfolded and tied to that chair, he draws the line at using the Rain on his Cloud. Instead, he leans over Hibari's body and presses a warm, gentle kiss to his mouth.] I know you are.

[It's said softly, with deep care. As he moves away and off the other's body he takes himself into his hand to guide him into Hibari's waiting hole. He guides it in slowly, groaning deeply at the feeling of that tight heat slowly sucking him in.]

[Kyoya knows that Takeshi could make him relax, and so that just makes him appreciate the fact that he doesn't. As much as he loves this, being like this for his Rain, using his powers when he's so helpless is something he'd want more warning with, at the least. He shivers as the man leans over and kisses him, the pressure soft and it makes him shiver.

He trusts him, as near-terrifying as that realization is. Worse than the fact that he wants him, wants him like this. The other teen pressing into him, and he cries out, his body arching even as he tries to keep from tensing around him. Takeshi stretching him open as he sinks in, and Kyoya all but sobs with the hot friction of it.]

Takeshi--!

[Hibari feels so wonderfully hot and tight around him. He leans down to press a kiss to the bound man's mouth. His strong fingers travel up those ropes again, even as he slowly pushes and thrusts, trying to work Hibari up to accepting his thrusts.]

You sound so good. You feel so good. Kyoya...

[Those seeking fingers stop at the other's face. To the blindfold.]

I want you to see this... Can I?

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The BDSM Lifestyle Meme

first times, heh

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