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Feeling Dominant

The Feeling DOMINANT Meme
No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well.

This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate.

So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.

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"Special bindings," Rin admitted, giving the rings another little tug. "The bride paid extra for an enchanting. " As she tugged the rings, they seemed to release new material, the original binds clinging tightly to the skin as a new strap stretched from each palm.

The tailor began to wind each of the rings about the opposite wrist, tying the straps together, and pulling out a thick lock to further connect the rings. "She seemed pretty terrible, to be honest, but business has been slow and and she promised I could play with you until pick up."

ooc: Didn't think that one out as much as I thought I had....

"She is terrible." Barbara shrugged, breath hitching as the lock closed. "And the evil ex I just can't quite seem to kick. And oh!" Barbara gasped and bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together. "She told me she was going to do this to me years ago and made me agree."

Barbara bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. "Shouldn't you be asking me whether you get to play with me? Now I'm all trussed up."

OOC: Sorry. Most of my other muses wouldn't have objected.

"The customer's wishes must come first. But now that we're here, and everything's in order..." She slid her hand about Barbara's stomach, placing it flat against the cloth. She smiled lightly into the mirror, to show Barb her teeth - but the set of her mouth was closer to a smile, than a growl.

Ever so slightly, she tipped the ballet shoed redhead backward, letting her lean into the arms, knowing that Barbara wouldn't be able to right herself in her current state. Also knowing that she had no intention of releasing Barbara to fall to the floor. She'd been getting some signals that perhaps Babs enjoyed being this much at someone's mercy, though.

"May I?"

Barbara gasped as she fell backwards, and frowned. "That depends what you're planning on doing to me. What limits you have." She was more flexible than she suspected this mad couturier thought - but a kip-up in ballet boots wasn't her idea of a good time. "And whether you know how much hell Katarina will rain down on you if you damage me."

Rin's hand pulled back. In the mirror, Barbara would be able to see the obvious distaste for those words. "...I'm not evil. You can say no to anything you'd like. It'll be much more boring, but I have boundaries."

It was something of a sore point for Rin. Her... inhuman... heritage had been slowly taking over for years, now. Yet there were a few specks of humanity that she simply refused to give up.

"Good." Barbara smiled, relaxing slightly. "My safe word is Scarecrow. Because ewww. Or tapping twice or humming the national anthem if I can't talk."

"If you stop insulting me, you won't need to be gagged. You won't be remembering any of this anyway, so you should take some time to enjoy yourself." She slid her hand beneath the fluffy skirt, sliding in between the thighs so that her thumb could brush against Barbara.

Her hand casually began to tug at the dress straps, pulling the cloth off the nipples so that the fabric could cup her breasts. She wanted nothing between her thumb and Barbara's arousal.

Barbara gasped, grinding her hips forward to try for more contact, and making very sure that she was leaving little barbs in her brain just to guide her when it came to restoring her memories.

But most of her was busy writhing, nipples rock hard, and already getting wet as she was being helplessly teased.

Rin ran her thumb over Barbara's nipple, kissing and sucking upon her redheaded captive's neck. She squeezed, tugging Babs against her own body, letting the hero writhe against her clothed breast.

"If you're very good," she whispered, "I'll let you be a display model up front for the weekend."[

Barbara whimpered silently, the feel of Rin's clothed breast against her bare one and Rin's sharp teeth against the sensitive skin of her throat emphasising her helplessness. "As long as my face is covered." She could feel the blush spreading downwards.

"...You must give me a little more credit, sweet thing," she whispered into the hero's ear. "I know discretion. I really wouldn't want anyone thinking I kept actual people for my decorations..."

The tailor's hand slipped around Barbara's waist, squeezing at the redhead's flesh. THat was so nice.

Barbara gasped and twitched at the teasing, hips grinding slightly. "Does that mean I'll be in a glass case? Or that you'll transform me into a mannikin, able to feel and hear everything but unable to respond?"

"...Too much credit, dear. I'm a tailor, not a witch." Her ear twitched faintly as she spoke, though, and she reached behind the curtain. This time, she pulled in a bucket of paint, brush sticking out of it.

"Your girlfriend paid enough for me to shop with one, though." Lifting the brush, soft bristles pressing against the bare skin, leaving cool paint. Where it touched, the skin would look flawless, almost shiny - plastic, even.

"You'll be a window display."

Barbara's eyes widened and she gasped. "I can see you've been thinking ahead." Her mind started racing - would the bondage she'd be in be too strict to move, or would she have to be careful. Or would it be intended that she move and there'd be an excuse.

The tight bindings were meant to lock her arms and legs straight, but she was prepared to move Barbara if it became necessary. The scandalous outfit really didn't leave any room for hidden contraptions to hold her in place. Unfortunately.

She also wasn't entirely out of tricks. Besides painting her exposed flesh, she was going to hold up a porcelain doll mask - smooth and perfect on the outside, with little holes in the nostrils and a tube behind the puckered lips. A tube that could be held inside Barbara's mouth, held in place by her lips while gagging her to avoid all sound.

It wouldn't be too hard to also put some sort of thin cast round Barbara's joints if her captor wanted her completely immobilised. And there was no doubt she was going to utterly hate being put on display like that (although the gag was paradoxically unnecessary with Barbara). Appreciation and distraction and she'd hate it in all the right ways, and probably be pretty pliant when the shop closed.

"Look forward to a fun morning," she whispered. She might just put some of those casts around her joints - make her look a little more like a mannequin on display. "Now. I suppose I need to carry you to a window... unless you're feeling up to helping?" She smiled, faintly. Her teeth were sharp.

Barbara's tone was wry. "I'm pretty sure you tried to make sure I couldn't help? In these boots?" It was never sense to play all your cards and in truth she wasn't sure what she could do.

"It was easiest this way..." She sighed, and started to try pulling Barbara toward the window. "I really need to get a dolly, next time."

"You can find a victim, but not a plastic dolly?" Barbara was actually helping a little, pushing with her legs but not doing that much.

"I meant for carrying you, dear. Victims are much cheaper than mannequins." Anything would help. Getting her into the window would take time. It would be worth it, though.

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Sorry the tag's late

It's fine. November kicked my ass 5 ways from Sunday

My commiserations. Should I ask?

Re: My commiserations. Should I ask?

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