I’m not acid nor alkaline

Caught between black and white

Not quite either day or night

I’m perfectly misaligned

I’m an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven-sent

Either way you’re into it

(lyrics modified from Sleep Token’s Alkaline)

I have dubbed 2023 the year of the whip, and the world is not ready for the power I hold.

I figured I’d give a little treat to my leather enthusiasts, boot people, kinksters and all the cute subs on my page. Aren’t I nice? Enjoy ;)

My darling anons, the ones who have spent the day with me in my confessional booth, confessing your deepest sins and desires, and graciously recieving penitence in return. Here's a treat (well, for those of you who are down bad for the boot kink and @idkhowbut-art who had the guts to ask for it directly, well done pet.) Those are my current dom(me) boots. Play nice, there will be space for everyone on them who wants to be at my feet.

(Please ignore my floor, vacuum day is not today)

(For those of yall who are not into the boot kink, let me know if you want another type of treat? ;) I'm open to suggestions)

I’m honestly stalking your blog at this point, I’m having fun reading all the other replies

I was reading arson’s one and now I cant stop thinking about you guiding me through MY first kiss

I’m eager and also chronically tough starved so I would LOVE that

Yall are so sweet, I'm out here with all my filth and kink after kink after kink, and you two are over there getting flustered about me guiding you through your first kiss. You are absolutely fucking adorable, you make me want to pinch your cute little cheeks and grab your cute little face and shake it a little and show you all I know. There's tips and tricks, there's techniques to a certain extent, but kissing isn't a theoretical thing, not completely. It's about being in the moment. About feeling it and conveying that physically. It's about enthusiasm and being happy to be there with the other person. But I'd let you practice. Fumble and get flustered and not know what to do. You're already all flustered for me when I just talk to you, and believe me I never shut up, this mouth is a dirty talk faucet. I'll let you have at me and make all the mistakes you gotta make, until you find something that feels nice in your brain and your body that you wanna keep doing. Give you pointers along the way, praise when you do good. We'll get there ;)

WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU PROJECT AN ORAL FIXATION ON DEW/SODO?? WOOF WOOF BARK ARF HELLO WAIT HOLD UP HI I LOVE THAT

-horny anon who would like to be called Rainy now if that's okay?

Yeppp! Now to be fair, am I lowkey making all the ghouls super into mouth stuff because I have an oral fixation and I write the porn I want to read? You bet. But like, the ghoul that instantly feels like everything is right in the world the moment he's got a cock / fingers / *insert object here* in his mouth? That's Dew.

If we take the example of blow jobs, like, they're all gonna happily blow each other, but they do it for different reasons. Swiss blows someone for the power it gives him over them, the control; Aether blows someone to give someone pleasure as an act of service; Mountain blows someone cause he wants to take care of them and make them feel appreiated; Rain blows someone cause he wants the praise and the reactions; Dew blows someone because he wants to have his face full of cock, to taste skin and salt and sweat, to smell musk, to feel the slippery texture of precum, to feel his lips stretch around something, to swallow around something or gag, to have cum in his mouth and taste it and drink it ot play with it, to feel all these textures and smell the scents and taste the tastes. Dew is a tactile seeker through his mouth. Dew does it because he fucking loves having something, anything, fill his mouth and his throat and it makes his damn brain shut up for once in his life to have his senses full of cock. It's self-satisfactory in his case.

Also yes of course you may be called whatever you want Rainy!

I am BEGGING you, top me.

B e g g i n g

See the thing is, I see you with your tags of "Top me! Top me!", I see you with this ask where you say you're begging, you claim to beg, but I see no begging anywhere? Not a single please, not a single honorific, not anything to convince me to do something about your apparant need. Just demands and claims and honestly Saint? With all due respect, because you know how much I respect and admire you, someone needs to put you in your place and teach you how it's done in this house because making demands is not the way to go with me. If you'd actually begged, all sweet and polite with admiration in your voice, then we'd be talking. You'd have such an easy time getting what you want out of me, you have no idea, with how in awe of you I am perpetually. But right now? What you get for your performance is enough pain so hopefully, my esteemed friend, you may never forget how it works with me.

I know just the trick too. To drive the point home. And you might too. Cause you told me about it first. Remember that scene you told me about, from a few years back, when you were at *a very hot place*? Yeah, that one. We're redoing that scene. Tied up. Flogged endlessly. Except it's just you and me now, no crowd to save you. No crowd to praise you on how much you can take and make you take more because of these nice words emboldening you. No it's just you and me now in this cold room where the only solace you'll get is the sound of the heels of my boots on the cold ground. You know the ones, the ones that made you ask me to top you in the first place. The boots that spelled your doom.

I'd have you tied up under an square frame, standing up, arms above you, just enough to get them out of the way but not taunt enough so you can really put your weight into them and have the tie do the work for you. You'll have both feet on the ground but that's it, nothing else to brace on, because I want access to all sides of you. I want to look at you, look at all that beautiful untouched skin, all that incredible ink in your skin, those cool as tattoos, I want to take it all in, the absolute handsome badass of a person that you are, before I wreck you. I want to make you dance with pain, spin with it, lean into it and away, I want to see how you move under my flogger. I'm so curious to see how you react under pain. I know you'll take it beautifully but I don't know anything else yet. Are you noisy or silent? Do you process the hits by moving with them? Into them? By clenching? I'll learn all that and more by the time I'm done with you.

Hubris is a funny thing. Bravado. Overconfidence. You asked me yourself to treat you like I treat Dewdrop. You've noticed every time I write him, he's in over his head though, right? I have him pass out and cry and all these horrible things. Can you even take that? Can you take it like him? We'll just have to see. Something I would do on him, for instance, is to purposefully wrap my implement during a flogging. Because that's horribly mean, and I want to be horribly mean to him. So we'll do just that. I wouldn't warm you up, because I warm up people when I want to be nice to them, and you've asked me to treat you like Dew, who I want to tear appart, so. Cold flogging it is. I'd hit you, with my long black suede flogger, you know the one, with force from the get go. No sensory play, no soft touches from the falls, none of that baby shit. You say you can take it, you're in my world now. Full hits form the get go. Large hits, with the falls spreading wide over your skin, on different areas of your body. Back, shoulders, ass, back and front of the thighs, breastbone. I'd come at you from an angle, off hand raised in the air, elbow bent, to catch the falls of the flogger, stretch them back, then with my dominant hand, wrist and elbow, flicking the arm that weilds the flogger, putting some weight and rotation into the punch of it. Fluid motions like someone who'd weild a bow, both arms working together, hit, catch, stretch, flick, hit, repeat. Until I'm warmed up enough. Not you, I'm not checking in on how warmed up you are, because I don't care. It's for me. Once I'm sufficently in my zone, we can start the wrapping.

You know, the thing every impact class in the world will teach you not to do. Tell you to practice it out of your hits. And I have, for years. Unless you want to wrap. And today I do. Because that stuff is damn dangerous. When I put my full force in a hit, when I let the flogger falls wrap around your body instead of landing square on somewhere flat, that makes the fall's speed, torque and strength exponential. Multiplied, until mere soft suede strands can feel like blades and a rain of cuts on your skin. It probably won't break the skin. With a singletail, a legit whip? Sure it would. That's also why we don't wrap. But with this flogger, it's smooth and wide enough in surface it will just feel like getting cut, and it will welt. By the gods will it welt, hard. You know I have good aim, you know there wrap hits are not mistakes on my part. They're purposeful. Instead of aiming in the middle of a flat surface like I usually would, I would aim for the curved edges of your body, let the leather kiss your skin like flames, lick it, bite it and raise your skin beautifully in those characteristic welts with the thin perfectly white line in the middle, framed by parrallel crimson lines of irritated skin and broken capilaries. I want to cover you in those. Paint you. Knock some deference into you, one welt at a time.

I wonder if I could make you cry. I'd want to make Dewdrop cry. You know how I feel about handsome people's pretty tears. How I like to reduce tough people to sobbing messes. Would I get you there? If I was relentless on you, kept a blistering pace. Flogged and wrapped all over your body. Wrap your arms, the sensitive skin of the underarm; your legs, the tender inner thighs, the horribly painful shins. Just try to picture the pain of a bad wrap on your shin bone. Would you cry, let me drink your tears? Or would I get you to headspace first? Get lost in the pain, head underwater, loose track of time, loose track of who you are, like that previous scene I'm drawing inspiration from? Go near non-verbal, loose track of everything, make this scene even more dangerous than it already is. You have danger in your name honey, can you live up to that? How much can you take for me, handsome, hmm? And what if I say more? What if I decide to take you further than what you think you can take? Because you'll follow me won't you? Right now in this headspace of yours you'll follow me to the ends of the world. My flogger as the lead, pushing you in the right direction. You're doing so good for me. You do take an impressive amount of pain. That crowd from that scene back in the day? They were right. You're impressive. Just a few more for me. That's it. Well done.

Feel free to delete if confessional booth is closed.

So many good little anonymous subs here-

But I don't do anon. And I don't do obedient. No, I think you've been getting spoiled by all these good pets in your ask box. Never having to fight for your food. Prey just presenting themselves to you, ready and willing to be torn apart.

How would you like a little game? You see, like you, I usually get what I want, and there's fun in the ease. But I bore of not having to fight. Not having to struggle to maintain control. Not having to watch as said control is ripped from my hands. But it's hard to find someone that can tame this flame because, my dear, I do not give in easily. A sadist and masochist through and through, I can deal as much as I receive, but can you? Make you start to worry you're going too hard while I'm just getting warmed up. Not a tear is sight as I laugh and ask "that's all you got?"

So what do you say? Are you up for the challenge? Think you could make me beg? Call you daddy? I doubt it but it would be fun to watch you try ♡

Hello budgie! It's very nice to have you in my inbox ❤️ I appreciate the effort you put in your ask and I'm absolutely certain you'll get lots of people interested in it. Guaranteed this is gonna get people going, stoke their flame!

I'm not going to answer this ask in role play. Because bratting and the type of play you describe is one of my limits. And no matter if it's just via asks or in person in my real life, I owe it to myself to respect and honor my own boundaries, so I shall do just that. I'm sure there are tons of people who would want to play with you after reading this ask, and all the best to you and them! That's wonderful. But it won't be with me.

Now, I'll still answer though, but with a bit of kink history instead. Because you've offered me a wonderful teaching opportunity, and I'm grateful to you for it! So, if you'd like, and for anyone else that is interested, let's take a look at the progression and history of brats (and by that, to clarify for everyone, we mean submissives who want a fight, with whom play consists of fighting them and forcing them to submit. Brats typically will not readily submit. Instead they will talk back, challenge authority, defy their dominants. All with the goal of eliciting a stronger response and show of dominance from them, to be, consensually, forced to give in and be put in their place. Dominants who play with brats are typically called brat tamers.)

Back in my day, brats were just, not a thing. The term didn't exist. The behavior did, but when I was first taught the ropes of BDSM, fifteen years ago now, we were taught this type of behavior was bad. Teachers and mentors called it "topping from the bottom", and it was hailed as the worst thing you could do, pretty much. To challenge a dom(me)'s authority was seen as being a bad submissive, and it was something to be corrected out of people. That way of thinking? SUCKS. It sucks, people. Because it's super reductive of different people's experiences and approaches to power dynamics. There is no one size fits all in kink, and through the years the BDSM community has learned that and became less stiff (it still is, in many ways, but god it's better than it used to be, at least). If you had attitude back in the day, it had to be corrected / disciplined / beat out of you, however play went. Bratting wasn't recognized as a legitimate way to play at all. It was an obstacle, a defect, a shortcoming, to be corrected if you wanted to get any play in with people in real life. I heavily dislike how I was taught so reductively. But that was the way back then.

As the years, and eventually a decade, went by, trends in the BDSM world started to change. Back when I started, protocol was big. Service subs, maid/butler service, formal training. Formal collarings, with all the steps and different collars you had to earn one after the other, how many months you had to spend in service of someone before going up a step, etc. It was very very formal. Codified. Nowadays, you rarely even see these things anymore. Protocol is dying, heralded by a few small bastions of staunch lovers of protocol, but like, the last protocol dinner I attended was five years ago. And even then it was pretty lax protocol compared ot how it was a decade prior. Dominants were dominants, submissives were submissives, it was very separated worlds, you couldn't be both, you had to pick a side (doesn't that echo how the LGBTQ+ community used to be / still is towards bi/pan folk, uh). Very strict stuff. And I guarantee, if you would talk to an actual elder, someone who's been in the leather community since the 80s for example, they could talk your ears off about how what I learned was actually super informal compared to how it was in their time, etc. My point is: trends change. Switches became a thing, and it still is sometimes a struggle to be recognized as not "lesser" than "full" dom(me)s or subs, but it's way more accepted. Primal appeared. In the last five years or so, dd/lg or cg/l (daddy dom / little girl or caregiver / little) dynamics emerged as a massive trend. The term daddy got big everywhere, it got use outside of the gay male community, which was unseen before.

The other main trend of the last five years? Is brats and brat tamers. The idea that submissives do not have to behave or be obedient to deserve play. The fun to taunt and poke until your dominant snaps and puts you in your place. The struggle and fight for who's on top for real. Massive massive trend, so much so that nowadays, in BDSM 101 classes, they'll teach about bratting as the "main" or "normal" way to submit, and obedient submission will get mentioned after bratting. That's wild to me. I know because I've seen it taught like that multiple times, by diferent educators, in different cities. I still attend BDSM 101 classes, because I like to follow the evolution of the scene, and see what it is that new members are taught. Brats are the norm now. And for some, that's super cool. I bet many many people vibe with that.

I'm old school though. I've done my time. I've paid my dues. I don't have anything else to prove. I've proven myself time and time again throughout my career as a kinkster, I'm alright now. I don't respond to attitude or threats or taunts because that's not what brings me joy. I'm not here to fight anybody. And for some people, the fighting is the fun part. Precisely, it's the struggle they want. I don't. I don't value that. What I enjoy is to receive someone's submission, and give back my dominance in return. I don't want to force anyone. I don't want to tug it from someone's hands. For me, submission is a gift that has to be offered in full conscience, willingly, enthusiastically. I am privileged as a dominant to receive said gift, honor it, and provide in return actions and play that may satisfy the players who are involved. If there's any chance that submission is not happily offered to me, if there's resistance, if there's attitude, if someone talks back to me or spits in the face of my experience and my patience, I will not risk it, I will not take a chance at a consent breach, and I will refuse play or stop. I've had very bad experiences with brats in the past, before there was a word for it. Before I was mature enough to realize it was a limit of mine. I was harmed by brats before. As aware as I am now that this is all for fun, and the fighting is not real, the insults aren't real, the taunts aren't real, it's not fun for me. It pulls at chords of injuries deep within me, and it takes me to a dark place. It doesn't make me want to assert my dominance and go all alpha, it makes me want to shut down and get mad. Not in a playful way. Get mad for real. And nobody should ever play when mad. Or in an altered emotional state, period, no matter which one. Play should only happen when all participants are sound of mind and able to make clear conscious decisions. I'm not in a good state of mind to make clear decisions, to play safe both for me and for my partner, if I'm mad and I feel targeted or triggered.

So bratting is a limit for me. Because of the way I was taught BDSM and what I've integrated of my teachings, even if I recognize some of those teachings were flawed and wrong. Because of how new of a trend it is. Because of negative experiences, and the importance to play in an emotionally neutral state.

For all of that, I'll pass on your offer budgie. But I thank you dearly for the teaching opportunity you've offered me ❤️ I hope, for eveyrone that's made it all the way through this very long reply hahaha, that you've learned something you maybe didn't know about BDSM and its evolution through the years! :D Thank you very much for putting yourself out there like this and sending this in, it was super interesting to reflect upon! Best of luck to find people to play with, yall go to budgie if you want a fight, they look like a good time! ;)

I'll be respectful, I promise! I know kneeling at your feet is a privilege not a right. Can I rest my chin on your knee? If I'm good, can I have your gloved fingers in my mouth or do I need to earn that?

You may rest your chin on my knee and your weight against my leg if that would be pleasant for you Trouble dear, I have more than enough space and I'm quite comfortable ;P

You'd have to earn my gloved fingers in your mouth of course, nothing is free in this world, and even less when I can get some fun out of it, though I am a magnanimous Lord. So if you beg sweetly enough for me, you make it worth my while with your words and pleases, I may just let you have a laste of the leather you so crave ;)

Reading all of your confessional booth responses makes me feel very safe. I can tell how much you care about and respect everyone you play with and how much respecting their limits matters to you. You're willing to push people with their consent, but the second they communicate a boundary or change their color you respect it. How would one go about finding someone as amazing as you in real life?

I'm happy to hear I can make you feel safe. This is how BDSM should be. I don't claim to have all the answers, that's not what I mean. But if I can showcase what negotiating looks like, what check-ins look like, what confirming consent looks like; if I can talk, through entertainment, about safe health practices and techniques for different kinks, little things you should look for to make a sure an irl scene is safe in the future, then I've done my job. Before all the flashy kinks and practices, before the dirty talk and the sexyness, kink is about consent. It's about communication. It's about negotiations and boundaries. That's the core. And I want to show it because it's so damn important. Of course I'd stop the second a safeword is called. Of course I'll check in, slow down, readjust if a yellow is called. I push, but only if I'm sure I can push. Which makes asks like this a bit trickier because I can't validate consent with anons unfortunately, but in these cases I stay on the safer side and I don't assume. A seemingly normal or light thing for me can be somebody's trigger and I'm not here to harm anybody. Hurt, not harm, we say in the community. Hurt is fun, it heals. Harm doesn't heal. I never want to cause harm. And if I do unintentionally cause harm one day to someone, I want to know about it, and I want to take responsibility for it and provide care. That's the bare minimum. If I can help teach yall what to look for in partners and how to vet who you play with, I'll be satisfied.

How to find decent respectful partners irl: get in touch with your local community. Yes even if you're in a small city there will be kinksters around. If you have a bigger city within a couple hours of you, I 100% guarantee there is a living kink community there. Get in touch. There are many ways: through your local queer community since we do have a lot of overlap; through the poly community cause we also have overlap; if there are clubs or play spaces in your area you can get in touch; if you have a local sex shop, especially if there's a kink gear section in there, the staff might be connected to the community; or, of course the easiest way would be online. There's sites for us. Look it up. Do your own research. If you come up blank, you may reach out to me privately and I' can help direct you'll see if I can help you. There's sites, but for obvious reasons we don't advertise them this openly, because the kink community is self policed and self maintained. But if you're serious in your search, I can help.

Once you're in contact with your local community, go to munches. They're a type of event we hold either once a month or a few times a year. They are non-kink, non-play events, so they're the perfect place for a beginner to enter the scene. Most often, they're just a community dinner at a restaurant. You come dress civil, no kink gear allowed of course because you'll be in a public place. You'll get to know some of your community members, but the key is there's no kink talk. You get to know these people as people. Also because talking about kink in a public space like in a restaurant exposes the waiters and staff and other patrons to subjects they might not be comfortable with. Since we can't get everyone in the restaurant's consent, we avoid the topics. Make friends at munches, make connections. From there, ask about classes and workshops in your area, events, public play parties, private play parties, etc. Ideally don't jump into a play party first tho. Attend classes. If you can jump in a BDSM 101 class, that's the absolute best place to start because you'll also meet other beginners there too and be able to build connections with people of your level. We try to hold the 101 starter classes at least a couple times a year.

Once you have good connections built up and a base through classes, you may attempt play. Vet your partners please. Anyone you don't know, before you play, vet, Vet vet vet. Ask around. Ask for references of their previous partners of they have any. Ask your community leaders or instructors if they know the person. Be mindful of, unfortunately, like in any community on the planet, the BDSM community has assholes too, and some of them prey on newbies because they're less aware of their limits, they have less experience and practice smelling bullshit and seeing red flags, etc. Lean on your community members to check if someone is an ok human being. If you're both newbies playing for the first time together, go extremely slow. Be aware you'll make mistakes, and ideally try to find a mentor who can help you navigate all this new stuff. It's very possible you'll have multiple play partners that won't be the right fit, or you'll go for someone who's an ass. Mistakes are normal. We all make them. Guess what, 15 years in the community, last year I still entered a partnership with a very very shity quality human, because I was blinded by all they promised and I wasn't careful. I didn't listen to people who pointed out red flags to me. I should have known, and yet. It happens to the best of us. It's ok. It's not about not tripping, it's about how you get back after you trip.

That's about as much pointers as I can give to someone anonymous on tumblr because I'm not aware of your personal situation, experience, wants, deal breakers, etc. I hope this helps. Best of luck in your search!

Please tell me what I can do to earn your whip. I'll sit so patiently at your feet while you tell me, I promise!

Miasma, deary, sit pretty with a cheek on the side of my boot while I pet your hair with a gloved hand, and I tell you whan you can do to earn the priviledge of the bite of my whip.

You can let me tie you up standing against a wall, arms and legs spread in an X, in cuffs and chains that holds you well in place, because with an implement like that, I don't want my target squirming and moving around. You can look all pretty and exposed there against a cold wall, knowing you're giving me all the target space I need over your back and sides and ass and thighs, so that I may decorate you how I wish. The grill marks technique, we learned during my workshop last week-end. Cause we make criss-cross marks like if you were to lay your back on a BBQ grill ;) You can let me warm you up properly with my bare hands and a softer flogger, get some blood up in that skin, get some red going. Then you may beg for the whip like the good girl I know you can be, the devoted girl who'll say the filthiest shit to convince me. We'd have to see if you do, and if it did work, then and only then would you have earned my whip, and the real play could begin 😈

Your overwhelming presence etched into my flesh and the cold fire of your absence in my gut... Oh man. I'll love every single one of your gifts. Wonder how I got so very lucky that you'd reward me like this. I'll admire them and wonder what I did to deserve such beautiful marks, and how I could possibly repay you for weeks. I'll run my fingers over them in awe, not fully believing that they're real until I push down on them and get just a hint of the delicious pain you gave me. I won't be able to hide them. I'll have no choice but to proudly display your art until they inevitably fade and I beg you to put them back. You're absolutely correct, I'm shy and obedient, I want nothing more than to please you. I want to be good for you. I want you to be proud of how well behaved I am. I'll sit quietly off to the side and wait patiently for you to return. Very much enjoying watching you play with the others, but always hoping I'll be next.

-chew toy

You didn't get lucky, my little chew toy. This isn't about luck. This is about obedience. This is about taking a chance with me, pushing down the sense of nervousness I know you inevitably felt when you encountered me, swallowing that down and making yourself ask out loud for what you want. This is about polite and respectful communication, and taking risks. I reward such deference, such humility when presenting yourself to me. I also reward boldness and people who dare sieze what their hearts and guts want. I admire these qualities and so, I reward them. You didn't get lucky, you deserved every single one of those bite marks and I want you to wear them proudly and remember how well you did to earn these.

Once this evening of ours is over, when you are back out in the world, in your normal every day life, wearing my painting of many colors into your skin, take a moment, at least one, every day, to stop and study my marks. To reflect. To learn how your body processes bruises and marks. Every body is so fundamentally different. I've played with people who bruise from a first hit, whose skin gets marked from my warm up. I've played with people who I can wail on vehemently forever, tap out to rest and pass them on to other dom(me)s even to continue the assault, and they still don't bruise. Everything is faded the next day. I've played with people who do bruise and feel the pain of their contusions whenever they touch them or sit on them, but nothing shows on the skin. Bodies are fascinating, and I want you, sweet chew toy, to take a good look at yours. For my sake. Watch through the days, as the colors change on my marks. The red and irritation of the first day, fresh bite marks angry and pulsing, should fade quickly, so you only see deep purples and blues and the signs of internal hemorrhage on day two. As the week progresses, you should see them start to fade. The reds always fade first, so the purple will go quickly, fading into more of a brown. The blues will fade into a green. Then both browns and greens will turn into yellows that might start to blend in with the natural tones of your skin, depending on your skin color of course. Will you miss them as they disappear? As the blood gets reabsorbed into your body and your skin regenerates itself, will your heart ache for me, at the loss of my artistry? Maybe you'll have taken pictures to remember them by, or to see their progress every day. Nevertheless, there will come a day where your skin shall be pure and unmarked again. And as we say in our merry community, once the bruises are gone, it's time for new ones. I await the day you shall come back to me, to present your freshly cleared skin, virgin of marks again, and you beg me to put them back. Make you complete again. Sink my teeth into you and clench again, so you can feel like you belong once more. Like you've come home to me.

c- can i enter the confession booth?? that biting drabble drove me crazy, i think i need to be choked to calm back down

- 🦇

Oooh a shy one eh? Already stuttering and tripping over your words? So soon? But I haven't even taken your breath away yet darling. Just you wait, you try to talk once I'm done with you, we'll see how you stutter then.

We can't have crazy subs around here, running amok and causing trouble, can we? This is a serious respectable confessional booth, you need to be made to behave. I'd catch you, grab you by your clothes, the collar of your shirt, pull you to me. Click my tongue, tell you that you need to calm down. I'd cusp your neck, one hand flat against the back of it, bring you to face me. My other hand would slot itself so nicely around the front of your throat. Just the right size for my fingers to find the perfect position immediately. Now, what's that hopeful look in your eyes? So pretty and wide, glassy but expecting. I just have my hand resting on your neck, but you want me to squeeze, don't you? Maybe you're too shy to beg, you'd trip on your words anyway I'm sure, what a poor performance it would be. It sure is a grace your eyes speak volumes and I can see how much you beg with them, how much you want me to own your oxygen.

And I will. I will steal your breath, because I can be as benevolent as I can be cruel, and I want to calm you down after all, not agitate you more. You feel me squeeze, pressure on the pads and points of my fingers only, at the side of your throat, on the correct spots. I can feel your pulse under my fingers, and with the right squeeze, the right force, I'll make it slow down. From the frantic crazy beat from before, to a more slow, measured, sluggish even, pulse. Only then, when I'd get to the rhythm I want you at, would I release you. Let you breathe again. Let oxygen rush to your brain again, make you dizzy with the sudden flood, synapses and neurons firing in fireworks behind your eyes.

Then I'd choke you again. For good measure. To make sure you're calm now. That you've learned your place, little bat.

Hello, it's Streamghoul. I want to be very polite since this is my first time asking you for anything but honestly fuck work, may I please lay my head in your lap for a moment? There's too much going on on my head and I need to shut it off. I come with my own cushion. Would I be allowed to further admire your whip? I wouldn't touch it without permission of course, I just love admiring beauty wherever I can find it.

Absolutely my dear Stream, come here, let's go on a couch where I can sit and you can lay with your head on my lap. I also happen to come equipped with my own cushions, they're called thighs and from the reviews I got on them, they're very comfy and comforting. You lay here for a while, I'll pet your hair with your permission, and have you cncentrate on that. Regulate your breathing along with my strokes in your hair. Empty your mind. Concentrate on just the feeling of my fingers petting your head and my soft thighs under your head. I got you. This is a little safe bubble we're created outside of work and rush and complicated thoughts. Nothing is complicated here. Just breathe, feel and relax.

You may absolutely take a closer look at my whip. You can touch it, you have permission. Run your hands on the weave. Let the scent fill your nose. Count the strands and try to follow the pattern, that would also be a good way to focus your mind on something simple and uncomplicated, and leave everything else at the door. You can run your fingers down the strands as you follow if it helps. You may admire its beauty all you want. Take the time you need.

It is incredibly interesting to me to see ur leather stuff bc while I have many a kink, leather and boots simply aren't on that list, but I'm still looking at ur pics like oh thats such a cool outfit. I'm high fiving u.

Thank you omg!! Yo, that means a lot. I'm so aware leather and boots and whips aren't everyone's thing, my stuff's not everyone's thing, and that's super valid. So to get a cool sticker and a high five from you is rad! I appreciate it so much!

While I dont have a boot kink, your boots are v amazing!!

Not sure about whips either but my my I kind of dig it? Id def kneel at your feet if anything to feel the gloves on me. Gloves... mmm

Thank you so much Chachi!! ❤️ I adore them. Harley's and the biker aesthetic just hits so fucking right for me, you know?

I'm happy you like the whip even if you're unsure. Whips were a holy grail for me, yall are gonna see much more of them over the year as I develop my skills now that I finally got the classes and access to a master who wants to teach me. Maybe the more you see them, your impression will change? You let me know :D

I would happily have you kneel for me, not many things beat the sight and the ego boost you get from someone kneeling patiently at your feet. Sets such a special atmosphere. I'd gladly let you feel the gloves, where you want to feel them. Get to know them as I pet you with them, learn how they feel in your hair, on your face, elsewhewre, as gently or harshly as you'd be ready to experience.

Do u have experience with fire play, specifically wiping alcohol and lighting it? Which ghouls would be into that do you think? <3

My forray into fire play is quite recent actually, so as much as I do have some experience and have workshopped for it once, I am by no means an expert. I would not even consider myself an intermediate fire player until I follow the proper intermediate classes. One of my favorite educators does teach the 201 and 301 class, they're based in another city but I've traveled before to workshop with them so I'd do it again in a heartbeat next time they schedule their fire play class. Hopefully next year? Said educator does fire whipping, I've seen their pictures, though unfortunately I've not had the opportunity to see it in person yet.

As far as ghouls! Swiss, my go-to sadist, man of many kinks, experimentalist extraordinaire, is absolutely into impact, and amongst the implements he knows, whips would make quite a lot of sense. Now, here's the fun part. Imagine: Swiss and Dew double domming for a fire whip scene. On their own these two are already trouble, but them both on the same side of the slash? Working together to achieve maximum results and have the most fun? Oh the world is not ready for them.

I have such a clear mental image of them side by side. The difference in stance and body language. Swiss, straight backed, carefully treating his whip of choice, grinning and eager but not impatient, always measured, at least at the beginning of a scene; Dew, leaning against him with a folded elbow, making a flame appear and dissapear over and over from the tip of his index finger, like he'd flick a lighter open and closed, wild eyes, almost jumpy he's so excited to do this. Back and forth banter between them, seemingly light, but they're egging each other on already. Building tension between themselves, like they do so well when they play on opposite sides, but this time, neither of them can release this tension on their own, they build it to release it together on someone else.

Now, who would be able to withstand the firestorm Swiss and Dew will make together. Immediately my thoughts went to Aether, not because he's perticularly into fire play or pain - in fact he isn't that much, he has other stronger interests let's just say - but because he's So. Into. Dew and Swiss. He's incredibly into them separately, but the three of them together? Aether knows these nights are the ones that are seared into his memory the most. So when the two troublemakers offer him a shot as having them both as tops at the same time, Aether and his silly crushes can't resist.

I picture them three took over an empty room at the abbey, maybe a hall, something wide, stone-made, echo-y. Planned with fire safety in mind by Swiss, and for maximum effect for the whip crack by Dew. Dew loves the mindfuck aspect of the noise a whip makes when it pops, when he's on either end of the implement. Swiss doesn't want to set curtains or furniture on fire accidentally, he wants to be able to get lost in his headspace when he dishes out impact, because to whip someone is a full body experience. He doesn't want a concern for environmental safety to nag at the back of his brain and prevent him from spacing, so he elimitates all the outside elements he can.

Aether's tied to one of the support pillars of the hall. Naked, with only a wet towel around his shoulders, to protect his neck from the whip, and diminish the risk of his head and hair being exposed to fire. His arms are tied above his head, not too tight, it's not for pain, it's for support and for him to brace his weight into. His legs are in a wide stance, his strong frame forming almost a perfect A shape. He's pressed against the cold stone of the pillar, back to the other two, face and forehead against the stone. He's hot hard, though his cock always hangs heavy and impressive between his spread legs; he doesn't know if he will be, and he doesn't even mind. That's not the point. With the cold stone and the wet towel, he's shivering. He also shivers because Swiss and Dew are talking about him like he's not there. Chatting lightly together, throwing banter, about his body, about what they'll do to him, about how they'll fuck him up. Aether isn't sure if they mean it, they can mess him up real bad if they want to, maybe they just want to mess with his head. In any case, his cheeks feel warm in contrast to the cold marble. He has no idea what's coming for him.

I also know many people in the ghoul/ghoul side of the fandom headcanon Rain as being into pain? I, myself, don't so much? Depends on the pain I guess. But I can totally see it working with Rain too if people want, with the added bonus of immediate water available if something does catch on fire wrong xD

Okay fuck it why not

Ohmygod uh

OKAY SO ahem i hope this aint creepy or anything? Im so sorry bfhfbf

So the other day i was kinda daydreaming, right? And, i dont know why, but FUCK, my brain decided to summon you in my thoughts. And it all got heated up quickly. Like. Im short as fuck, you know? So first time we even saw each other I'd have to look up to see you in the eye, and that alone made me shiver. Then, mr brain skipped to the horny part already, cuz ofc im an impatient mf. So now you were showing me how to, fucking hell, how to kiss. Cuz yeah i havent even had my first kiss yet bxhxbhf. And shit i was so fucking nervous, in your lap, red as the fucking tomatoest tomato, shaking as the leafest of leaves. And you were so gentle, at first, guiding me, ordering me around a bit but not in a harsh way. Yet. Making me feel comfy with you and with myself.

And I'd ask you to bite me then. And fuck u did a fucking number on me, Hakku. Tattooed me all over. I teared up by the fucking bliss u put me in.

And then came, well, the spicier part, where you'd peg the fuck outta me, slow and deep, hitting the ends of me with every rolling and snappin of ur hips.

And id prolly woulda cum like 5 times already at least.

And when we were done, we cuddled and i got to kiss your freckled arms :)

Not anon cuz IM NOT AFRAID HUAHAUAHHAHA evil laugh (m shaking omfg bye imma havebreakfast omff)

Arson, Arson, Arson. You come in my asks with this much thirst. Off of anon. For everyone to see. When I know you. And I know some weaknesses of yours. And yet you offer yourself so willingly for me to flay you publically. I hope you recover one day from the fire in your cheeks, my sweet little arsonist.

Just the thought that I have weaved myself in your day to day thoughts, so much so you daydream about me. In your normal life, when logged off from tumblr. You got it bad uh? Someone's got a crush. How cute ;) It's too bad being cute will only get you so far with someone like me.

I would be so nice to you, indeed, at first. You got me down pat for this part. I'd give you space. I'd let you experiment with that you want. Kiss what you want. Touch what you want. Experience things at your pace, for now. Because I find your inexperience, combined with your sheer eagerness and unbridled thirst, to be an extremely cute combo. I would do everything in my power to make you comfortable, to normalize feelings, to hold space for your nerves. Maybe kiss the jitters out of you a bit. There would be no wrong answer, no wrong way to do this. You're just, learning.

But then, if you want some pain? Oh now you're playing with fire like the real arsonist you are. Brigning out my inner sadist on a first encounter? You love to live dangerously. I would bite you to tears alright. Can't let you leave a first experience without having something, or many, many things, bruises in this case, to remember it by. With you sat on my lap like you described, I'd use your hair to hold your face in the angle I want. I'd make you look me in the eyes with those gorgeous brown eyes of yours, forbidden to break eye contact and ask for me to hurt you. Asking might be the hardest things for you right? To say all these things you want out loud. Writing it is one thing. Saying all of this out loud is another. I'd read inside your soul through those deep rich pools in your eyes and pull out your darkest secrets, and make you say them out loud for me. Only when you'll have said them would I do anything. Bite you. Pull your hair. Whatever you want. You're gonna have to say it for me and that is unavoidable.

You know I have a thing for tears too, don't you? When a cute little subs cry, it makes me feral. Tears only make me deeply desire to generate more. If you start to cry, all I'll want will be to make you cry some more. I'll kiss your tears and taste their salt with the most predatory grin you'll have ever seen, and bite you some more to make you tear up again. Just you wait.

Now, in terms of pegging. First of all, you know I'd have been packing heat for you this whole time. You'll have had the visual reminder of what I'm gonna do to you, and how big I'm gonna be for you, this whole time, sitting on my lap on what I'm strapping. Second, you know exactly which dick I'd be wearing for you, because were just talking about this. I'll go easy on you with the more beginner one, but you know you won't avoid my knot. It will take the time it'll take, I'll reduce you to a dissolved mess of mushed brains and shaly legs and exhaustion, but you will take it for me. Because you're good, and you know I don't take no for an answer. There's only one way out of this, I've taught you about it, and if you don't say the word? You'll take the knot at some point.

I will 1000% aftercare the shit out of you after we're done. Cuddles, head pats, praise, a good debriefing so we can share about the experience, fluffy blankets, chocolate or your preffered snack, a warm shower, and lots of sleep. I'd take good care of you.