The BDSM Meme

[wine_sock]

Have you ever had a dream where you were running through a sunflower field with clouds dancing across a crystal blue sky, your lover's running towards you? The wind is whipping through lovely lavish locks...and you embrace for that perfect passionate kiss...WELL. This is not that dream. This is hard, sweaty, angry, crazy, monstrous fucking.
-Brendon Urie

Sometimes, when someone has been very naughty, they just need to be tied up and whipped.

Post a comment with your character, fandom, and preferences in the subject line. Make sure to note if there is anything on the list you're not comfortable with. Use the RNG to get a number between 1 and 16, or just pick one (or several!) and tag around! Feel free to get creative!

1 - Handcuffs. An oldie but a goodie. Are you handcuffed to something or just behind your back?

2 - Full bondage. This can be anything from hands tied to the headboard to the most complex of rope bondage.

3 - Sex swing. Sling 'em up! Also includes harnesses and special furniture.

4 - Tied to the bed. You are not going anywhere -- whether spread-eagle or kneeling at the foot, you are not moving from this bed until your lover says so.

5 - Public scene. Whether a demonstration at a small party or a subtle but definite show of dominance in a restaurant, someone else is watching this show.

6 - Riding crop. Giddyup!

7 - Paddle. Leather, metal, or wood? Either way, someone's been bad.

8 - Cane. Just like in school!

9 - Whip. This isn't for beginners. Avoid the vital organs.

10 - Sensory deprivation. Blindfold, gag, breathplay? The possibilities here are endless.

11 - Spanking. Why use toys when your hand works just as well?

12 - Candle wax. Oh it burns so good.

13 - Blades. Careful where you cut, and make sure you clean up after!

14 - Needleplay. Whether it's permanent or just for play, this is a particularly sharp pain.

15 - Electric stimulation. Do you have an instrument, or are you being reckless with a wallplug?

16 - Wild card. Pick one of these or do your own favorite fantasy!

{meme not by me, contact if you'd like credit!}

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[rals]

Really, all Raleigh wanted was to return to their shared bunk and take care of Chuck in private, but they had agreed on tonight and so they were to share another intimate moment with casual peers and strangers alike.

"That's fine," the blond says to Chuck's hesitation, he didn't mind him wearing the jockstrap, and neither did their audience from the looks and sounds of it. "Come on." His voice is warm and soothing to help Chuck settle, his hands, however, are strong and firm as they pull Chuck to where he wants him, cuffing his wrists in leather straps, both linked to chains connected to two poles several feet behind Chuck, stretching his arms back to put him on full display.

Raleigh moves around to the front, the attentive eyes behind him be damned at this point. His eyes are intense as he watches Chuck, and then smack, he brings the flog down against Chuck's right thigh. It was just a warm-up, but it'll sting like a bitch. "Who am I, hm?" He questions his boyfriend. "Answer me, who am I?"

[rangersnark]

The slight burn on his overworked muscles is actually sort of soothing. He's cuffed at the perfect length away from the poles that each wrist is bound by metal chain to. He pulls on it himself briefly, getting accustomed to the slight discomfort, this was a little bit of a punishment as well after all.

The footsteps brings his attention back to his boyfriend and away from the binding and his eyes flick up and meet those of the All American Hero, and they're captivating. There is so much depth to them, pools of strength, pain from the past, worry, dominance and love. He always seems to get lost in Raleigh's eyes, even when they're supposed to be watching Raleigh's favorite movie...again, Chuck always seems to find himself reading the stories he sees beyond the iris' instead of the actors on the small screen.

'Fuck did that hurt! When did that happen?' Chuck would have thought if he wasn't gasping in a sharp intake of breath. His thigh was on fire, and it was just from the fist swat of his nemesis -the flogger. Their are quite a few sarcastic remarks that fly across his brain before he answers, but even the warm up swat seemed to have a bit of an effect, since no snark made its way past Chuck's lips. "You're my....Master." He says, looking at the table of their friends who seemed to nod approvingly and some encouragingly. "Sir." he adds, when he fixates back on his guy, remembering his instruction, quickly.

He looks down to his thigh, turning his leg so he can have a quick look at the redness starting to rise to the surface, the tough skin already tingling and warming up slightly. "And I am all yours, Sir." He adds looking back up to him briefly, closing his eyes expecting the next blow.