the bringer of decadence meme

[smuttomakeyoumad]

You don't know why you strayed off your path, or why you decided to enter the unmarked, unlocked door. Something simply beckoned you, and there was no resisting. Once inside the building, you'll find yourself in a long hallway marked by multiple doors on both sides. The walls are painted a deep red and lit with gently flickering candles. It's lovely in a way, but there's something ominous about the whole setup.

Rules: Your character picks a door, seemingly at random, only to have it lock behind them. Inside, they'll find the room set up as if to show their greatest sexual fantasy - even one they may not realize themselves. Everything is perfectly prepared from the bed to the drawers filled with different tools and pleasurable objects to enticing refreshments on the tables. There's a deep scent to the air, perfume tainted with something dark - and the more you breathe in, the more your fantasies will come to mind, until the thought of not acting on them is unbearable. All there is to do next is wait... You won't be alone for long. Roll for your character when tagging, or pick a number (or three) that best suits you. When posting your character, feel free to write a small description about them, about what their fantasy might be, and how the room may be set up. Your character will be compelled to act out their fantasy, no matter the cost. Have fun!

01 ❧ White Room Simple fucking. The room is a pristine white, all lace and sheer drapery, and your beloved is already curled in bed, waiting. You've wanted this person for as long as you can remember, and now they're at your utter mercy. Possibilities range from vanilla sex to noncon. The aphrodisiacs in the air will help you get what's yours, and there are all sorts of delicious drinks to help you along. 02 ❧ Black Room Bondage. A candlelit room in ornate black, with a chandelier made of bones and walls of leather. Either you want to be restrained, or you've always wanted to tie someone up so that they're helplessly dependent on you. From simple cuffs to intricate Japanese rope bondage to suspension, this room provides it all. 03 ❧ Pink Room Genderplay. From crossdressing to actual sex-changing, your room includes everything you could possibly dream of. Certain drinks will make you switch bodies, and the closets are filled with all sorts of outfits from the perfectly innocent to downright kinky. From maid/butler outfits to your character's favorite cosplay, anything is possible. Perhaps the outfit you choose will force you to act in that role - for example, a butler's outfit may give you the urge to serve your partner's every whim. 04 ❧ Orange Room Foodplay. There's a lovely tropical air to the breeze here, and tables are lined with delicious treats, perfect for sharing. Sharing is caring! Maybe you'd like to pour expensive wine over your partner, or eat your favorite food off them, slowly and seductively, until both of you are stuffed in every way possible... 05 ❧ Red Room Love in Vein. Interested in bloodplay? Your room may be set up like a hospital or even a dirty dungeon, complete with needles and other sharp objects. Take things as far as you can, then go a little further. If you choose this option, please note if your character is open to guro/death. Vampires more than welcome. 06 ❧ Green Room Multiple partners/multiple penetration. Invite a few friends or use some of the handy toys provided and fill every hole. Tentacles provided upon request. 07 ❧ Yellow Room Anonymous sex. You're blindfolded and have no idea if the person touching you is friend, foe, or a complete stranger. Somehow, it's all the more thrilling for not knowing... 08 ❧ Gray Room Phone sex. A steely, futuristic setting. There's a phone ringing next to the bed. Better answer it. Or maybe there's a nice shiny computer with a webcam and you just can't resist the urge to show off... 09 ❧ Black & White Room Master/Slave. Either you've always wanted to be in charge, or the thought of total submission is almost more than you can bear. Make sure to lick those boots nice and clean. 10 ❧ Purple Room Humiliation. A room fit for royalty... but do you really deserve to be here? There's just something about being humiliated that turns you on uncontrollably. From being forced to act as furniture for your partner's pleasure to being mercilessly teased, it's all incredibly arousing. 11 ❧ Blue Room Special powers. Ofuda bondage, electricity play, size play, and so forth. If you've got it, flaunt it. Any power your character possesses will become unlocked in here, although trying to damage the room will have little effect. Better to use that energy satisfying your partner. 12 ❧ Checkered Room Doubles. You're one of a kind... or are you? Find your twin and act out your fantasy, or multiples of your desired partner. The more the merrier, right? This room features mirrors and furniture shaped like ornate chess pieces. 13 ❧ Crimson Room Marking. A dark room filled with paintings and graffiti on the walls.Stain your partner for life with a tattoo or lovely scar so everyone knows they belong to you. Piercings can also be used as a mark of ownership, and the most exquisite jewelry is available for your lucky partner (or victim). 14 ❧ Pearl Room Toys. A shimmering room with walls made of glass and opal, lined with toys. From cock-rings to strap-ons, whips and floggers and feathers, any toy you can dream up will be here for your use. This includes bigger toys, such as sex swings and fucking machines as well. 15 ❧ Lavender Room Vouyerism. No one's around, so you might as well get started on freeing yourself, right? Only you may not be as alone as you'd thought... The flowers painted on the walls feature tiny peep-holes for those of you who don't want to get too close. 16 ❧ Rainbow Room Something missing? Pick this option for the wildest idea you can think up. This room will transform itself into your very own fantasy. Simple and sweet or sick and twisted, it's all up to you.

meme by tempus fugit

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[fangool]

[ Ghoul hums, pleased. ] Good boy. [ He glances across the room, at the bar that's against the wall, and then turns his gaze back on Galen. ] Y'see the bar over there? Crawl there. Pour me a drink, and then crawl back and hand it to me.

[gleans]

[ Something burns at his insides at that - he knows Ghoul is laughing at him - but he does so, silently; he crawls across the room, and though he gets up to be able to pour that drink, apprehension keeps him as low to the floor as possible.

Once it's poured, he crawls back, trying very hard not to spill the contents of the wine glass. Galen manages not to, and stops at Ghoul's feet, offering it up to him, head down. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul's expression is smug and assured as he watches Galen crawl across the room. He almost shouts at Galen for standing up, just to scare the fuck out of him, but he doesn't. Just waits. And when Galen offers him the glass, he takes it, and takes a sip from it.

And then dumps it out over Galen's shirt. ] Wrong. Useless, y'got me the wrong drink. [ Ghoul growls. He reaches out with his leg, pushing Galen's head with his boot. ] Better try that shit again. Vodka, this time. Repeat it back. Maybe it'll stick better in your goldfish of a brain.

[gleans]

[ Galen's shoulders hunch, head ducking down further as shame swirls in his stomach. ]

Vodka. I'll get you vodka.

[ He almost turns to fix his mistake, but waits for confirmation, first. ]

[fangool]

Better. Crawl. [ Ghoul hums in confirmation, sprawling in his seat. He has absolutely no qualms about rubbing himself slowly, idly, through his jeans, either, as Galen goes back to get the drink. ]

[gleans]

[ Galen repeats the action from before, a little shakily, this time pouring Ghoul some vodka. He keeps his eyes on the ground as he returns, only darting up for a split second as he offers the drink up. As soon as Ghoul takes it, Galen bends as low down as he can, forehead touching his hands. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul takes it, takes a sip, and nudges at Galen with his foot. He looks good this way -- Ghoul can see the way his back curves, can see his spine, faintly. But he has something else in mind. ] Turn sideways. C'mon.

[gleans]

[ Galen pushes himself up enough to turn himself sideways, parallel with the front of the chair, and goes to get back into that same lowered position. ]

[fangool]

[ And Ghoul kicks his feet up to rest them on Galen's back. But it's uneven, and his feet slide down, and Ghoul growls. He brings a foot down to set it against Galen's side and shove him -- it doesn't matter if he falls or not, the message is clear. ]

No. Hands and knees. On your fuckin' hands and knees, you piece of shit. Keep having to dirty my fuckin' boots, look what you're doing. [ His voice is sharp, angry, almost. ] Can't do anything right, can you.

[gleans]

[ Galen briefly loses his balance, falling sideways onto his elbow, but he catches himself, pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, shakily, shoulders hunched, head down. In addition to that creeping feeling of inferiority, there's guilt; he just wants to make Ghoul happy. It doesn't make admitting this burn any less, though. ]

No -- no, I can't do anything right. I'm sorry.

[fangool]

S'right. You can't. [ Ghoul answers, putting his feet back up. Better. Much better, and Ghoul feels powerful, feels almost a sort of electric buzz at the feeling. He cross his legs at the ankles and keeps them on Galen's back for a good while, finishing his drink.

And then he pushes Galen again with his foot. ] Fix it, then. Clean my boots. Be real thorough. [ God, he needs some sort of -- stick or something; otherwise they're gonna be in an endless loop of cleaning his boots. And like hell is he going to dirty his hands, touching Galen.

The room will provide, as Ghoul will see in a moment. ]

[gleans]

[ Galen's arms start to shiver, knees start to hurt from holding this position for so long. He'd almost rather hold it, though, than what Ghoul asks next. ]

Clean -- clean them, sir? [ He swallows. ] What do you want me to use?

[fangool]

How the fuck is that something I gotta come up with, huh? [ Ghoul asks, raising his eyebrow. ] Be creative. You don't got anything on hand, use your tongue. Figure it out.

[gleans]

[ Galen shudders a little, turns enough so that he can see Ghoul's boots, reach the underside. After a hesitant moment, he turns over the ruined shirt that is still on the floor, to where it isn't stained with wine, and wraps the clean part of it around his hand, shoulders tense, unsure of what Ghoul's reaction will be. ]

[fangool]

[ Good enough. Ghoul pushes his boots closer, and, by chance, finds the cane-like object that's leaning against the throne as he sprawls. Huh. That works. He uses it to tap Galen on the cheek -- not hard. ] Don't keep me waiting.

[gleans]

Of course.

[ Galen bites his lip, eyes focused on Ghoul's boots, and starts rubbing them down with the shirt -- the top, the sides, the soles, inside the grooves; one foot, then the other. Once he feels he's scrubbed them thoroughly, Galen sits back on his heels, head bowing once more. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul watches, head resting in his palm. And when Galen's finished, he doesn't bother complimenting him. It's a good enough job, he supposes. But not worthy of praise. Galen's not worthy of praise, and Ghoul sneers as he shoves at Galen with his cane again, this time in the shoulder. ]

You do that shitty of a job on everything? [ Ghoul asks lazily. He's still for a second, and then he pulls himself up, towers over Galen, looking down on him. ] Here. Lemme give y'something you can't possibly fuck up.

[ He runs his hand over the front of his own jeans, relishing how much above he feels. ] Take off my clothes. Ain't allowed t'use your hands, though. Don't you fuckin' dare.

[gleans]

[ Galen flushes, curling in on himself a little -- then falters. What? He uncurls, just a bit, eyes on Ghoul's jeans in front of him. ]

But -- the button --

[fangool]

[ Ghoul undoes the button, slowly, flicks his jeans open. ] You gonna make any more excuses as t'why you don't wanna do what I say?

[gleans]

[ Galen shakes his head, leans up enough to take the edge of Ghoul's jeans in his teeth. He can feel the heat of him, so close, and it sends a slight thrill down his spine -- a tiny moan escapes, and he pulls downward. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul doesn't make it any easier on him. He briefly runs his fingers over himself when Galen gets his jeans down far enough, but he absolutely does not touch Galen at all. He'll step out of his jeans, already unbuttoning his own shirt to let it hang open. ] Shirt next.

[gleans]

[ He gasps, so fucking close -- but shifts on his knees, stretches upwards to take the edge of Ghoul's shirt in his teeth and pull it downward, trying to get it off his shoulders. Fuck, this is hard. ]

[fangool]

[ Ghoul helps, just a little, shifting the shirt enough so that it slides off when Galen pulls at it with his teeth. He's naked, now, but he doesn't praise. Instead, he pushes Galen back with that cane, knocking him back on his ass. ] Slow as fuck.

[ He sits back down on the throne, spreading his legs, watching Galen. ] You wanna touch?

[gleans]

[ Galen falls back, winces, pushes himself back to his knees. ] I'm sorry. I'll be better.

[ And then he can't look, because fuck. He keeps his eyes on the floor, on his hands. ] Only if -- only if you'll allow it.