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anteroom-of-death · 4 years

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Life, For Dummies p5

a/n: deconstructed angst with a slice of life. idk, i cried too many times lately n now we here. enjoy my pretties.

You fell into a comfortable routine of sorts. No set pattern or time sheets to fill out, no schedule. Just adventure after scheme, mind-numbing body flaring fuck after pleasurable expeirence, after explosions and wine and dine.

He’d even begun to train you to pilot the TARDIS. He made it fun, and used sex and punishment like a drivers education teacher uses gold stars and red pen. Land it perfectly or even in the right vicinity, he’d toss you up over the console and toss your legs behind his shoulder and eat you out like you were the last snack on the planet. Leaving you with beard burns and gushing…

Manage to wreck the TARDIS into something or massively screw up? He’d pull you by your ear until you were lower to the ground and take the notebook you’d eagerly scribbled notes into, tear your panties down and use it as a flogger, “Now maybe it’ll get through your skull now?”

You didn’t know which rednesses were which anymore.

Once you even set up in a kingdom after killing the King and Queen and using telepathic manipulation. It was an annual tithings feast akin to the Purge. The survivors of it would give the king and queen the losers goods. You did admit it was good having everyone fawn over you and treat you like royalty. The Master laughed and nearly died laughing the first time you truly didn’t fuss over the genuflecting, sputtering masses. After that was done, he took only the prettiest and most useful object and drug out the corpses of the former rulers and mockingly made them on their thrones.

He did take the most grand tiara and place it on your head one night and said, “Queen of the Whores...look at how well you know how to kneel!” Before cumming on it, your face, and the wall behind you.

You insisted on lots of rest days in the TARDIS and even out. He enjoyed having a solarium open to the most grand suns for naps during this time, all curled up, you on his chest and you knew this might be the legitimate only time the alien ever had some semblance of a sleeping schedule.

He’d taken to playing slightly with your hair and humming a bit to you. It was simple and always drained out to a slight snore. He was opening up and relaxing more around you. Even informing you of his life. All the good with all the bad. It was slow to start, but you knew it was a lot.

He was right, all those months ago, this was the Real Way to See the Universe. Having it brought to you and not at random. Each day an a la carte and having loads of time to unwind. The days of randomness and ill-adept piloting, half lies mixed with earnest truths and long-winded explanations were a fever dream of lives past. You understood him better. At his level.

Things became clear and stuck.

You wondered off hand constantly if this was what regeneration felt like one day.

“I can assure you. It’s much more painful.” He said, responding to your wonderment, tracing a small circle around the base of your neck one day at a beach on Momia 18. “You at least get to keep this smashing body, I have the lottery. Will I end up a dashing man with hands that can do this- “ He went lower and massaged the outside of your bikini bottoms, “And these lips you can never tear your filthy little mind away from…” He stopped and pulled you back, “Or something boring and less exciting.”

“Damn, you have a point there.”

If not for the people who he demanded you get called by your preferred name and or, regal terms, you half-thought sometimes you’d forget your name. What was it again? Y/N?

You were always “Pet” or “my pet”. Unless he was being cool with you, then it was a terse “love”, which always made your heart plummet into your stomach.

You’d only fought once so far, and it was over something so stupid, you happened to land on Earth and it was a festival and he wanted to scheme and lure in her, but you wanted a nice day perusing the booths and eating, maybe getting a haybale ride in. You ended up cutting your nose off to spite your face and slamming the door to your room and barricading it with a chair, screaming that he had best not come in there. You froze him out for three days and you two took two fucking weeks to make it up.

It was, at the end, you paid in pain and delayed pleasure. He had you you choked out and chained on the floor of the TARDIS, slowly torturing you with fucking your brain up with images of him pleasuring you. All while using an electric zinger. The Master had you begging and pleading while informing you that Pets don’t get the chance to freeze out their Masters. That they were to be warm and receptive. Always obedient. Once you got the point, he brought you to the most extreme orgasm you ever had, then spent the next day caring for you and yet making sure you wore your new marks with pride.

You could have, in retrospect gone without him, but hindsight is perfect vision.

You knew you were changing, you were constantly reminded, not just by your creeping suspicions, but by the few, brief times you checked in with your old reality on Earth. You said your excuses, blamed mental illness and lied through your teeth to poor Graham who wanted to send you a box of scones he made.

He’d been a surrogate father to you in a few many ways.

Yet you never felt so far and so disentangled.

Not that all change was bad. You were becoming more confident and stood straight up. You were always learning, whether at the hands of your Master, or by the innumerable amount of books he had falling over the place, even by your own tinkering. Your reveries became smaller and fewer in between. And you didn’t let fear get in the way of you doing anything, even falling great heights.

You were a ghost within a ghost wrapped in a human shell.

Chaos over Chaos.

The final piece of this fell in when you finally encountered her, the Doctor and all your old friends. Yaz, Ryan and Graham.

It was an accident.

You’d been laying the foundations for rebellion to happen, the Master was quite put out with the establishment and told you, “Let them eat cake!” as you pointed out, that it’d be longer to wait, but more fun to sew the seeds of discourse and let them march the leaders' heads out on spikes, then swoop in later as glorious alternatives.

He kissed you so hard you nearly stumbled over and quickly blurted out, “I love you for this! What a clever idea.”

Of course, the Fam was here and trying to create peace and make sure “order” happened and not your beautiful chaos.

It was a stand down and you’d literally just walked into those two circling around each other like snarling dogs for a meaty bone.

“I knew you’d probably be behind something as sinister as this!” She barked.

Yaz and Ryan were calming a crying leader’s wife and Graham was recharging his Laser shoes. You wondered offhandedly how a supposed pacifist would let him have a weapon purely for killing.

You allowed yourself one, “Fuck.” a little too loud to escape quietly and go deal with this and smooth over the best saving grace for your long plan you both poured all three of the available hearts into.

“Y/N?” The Doctor pivoted and spun around to the shadow you’d been off stage in.

The Fam all dropped whatever they were doing immediately and began to gawk at you.

“We thought you died? I went to your home to pick you up and it was deserted-dusty!”

“We tried calling!”

“I mailed you a postcard!”

“We checked every local hospital and scanned the records for your death!”

So many voices and shouts shook you into the first of a massive reverie in a while. A dull ringing set in and snapped. People started bickering between. For a second you couldn’t hear a single peep from anyone and lost your mental footing.

“How could you betray me? After all we’ve been through?” The Doctor demanded, rolling into your face and nose curling in utter grievances. Fire and sadness filling her eyes. You felt guilt, but saw the pure disgust radiating out of her.

“Enough.” You pushed back and screwed yourself up again.

“You left me, and them.” You pointed your commanding hand at the Fam. “All alone and on our own to get home! What was I supposed to do? Stand by and wait like I’m being stood up? We waited days. We always wait for you. Always.” Hurt and violence pouring out of every syllable. “What are we, hmm? Us companions? Toys for you to play with for character development then toss away when you learn your lesson?”

“He’s got your hypnotised! He’s evil! You know he’s a baddie!”

You let out a manic laugh, “So?”

“Look what he’s turned you into!” She pointed, “You didn’t look like this before.”

You clapped your hands and chortled, “I’m happy!”

You saw out of the corner of your eye everyone, even the Master, stepped back and observed the two of you’s scene. Yaz? Horrified and like she’d seen a murder. Ryan, confused and hurt. Graham, hurt, but just looking glad he wasn’t in the middle of it.

But your Master, you thought you heard him coo under his breath and felt a warm tingling in your brain.

Yaz, ever the Officer and The Gentlewoman approached you and asked honestly if you were okay.

At the moment you didn’t know, you crossed a hand over your gut and inhaled sharply, slouching and swallowing a lump in your throat. Graham was beginning to look beyond concerned and in a fatherly sort of way. “You seemed shaken up the last time we talked, Y/N. Did he hurt you?” He approached you and put out to comfort you…

The Doctor was turning from shock to anger and betrayal overruled. “What’s that? It’s like he’s taken over you!” The Doctor made a broad sweeping gesture.

The Master went to speak and you waved him off, your mind crashing around you. You could feel him getting worried and angry. He looked like he was to kill the Doctor. But not in the little smirking way you’d grown to adore. His teeth were out, but not in a wide, dopey grin. Purely feral and ready to open something like a can opener…

He stopped, looking confused but a little proud. He had a front row seat to your mind and the cacophony of thoughts inside it, yet was shocked.

“Oh- it’s not like you don’t take us and mould us to your liking? Worlds speak in hushed reverent tones of you sacrificing your Children of Time. Then you go move on to another set. No big deal! You can always pick a bunch of suckers. Your TARDIS might as well be a white panelled van.” You tried matching her equally for the amounts of emotions or a monologue she would do. “You’re just as bad if not worse! You play the hero and the martyr! You lie to us!”

To rub salt in the wound you quietly added, “He’s many things, but I know he’ll never lie to me.”

You didn’t know how much of a hard-ass you could successfully pull off. You considered her a friend and up until this moment still had a lot of loyalty and love for her. You still loved despite always being a misshapen puzzle piece the human part of the Fam.The ringing settled in your jaw and you felt her pain.

Your facade began shaking.

You started to tear up. “What was I supposed to do, huh? Stay home? The world was in lockdown, and my anxieties were numerous. I was worried sick about you, and forget me? Graham’s elderly and has health problems!” Your lower jaw began to shake. You were scared for the first time in ages.

“Sue me, so I left with the Master.”

Your words rang out but not as intense as they should have.

“Did I really fit in with you at all?” You posed an easy question. Expecting an easy answer.

The tears began to fall freely.

“He’s evil...” She reminded you.

“Does not matter.” You rebutted.

“He’ll kill you.”

“Whatever.” At this point you began wishing someone would murder you.

She pivoted and lunged straight at him, “This a big part of your plans? Take my companion and pervert her? Then have her trot out…” she straddled him and grabbed him by the lapels. “Dressed like you dressed her? Huh? What method of mind control-” You went to go save him from the honey badger in blue.

He began to laugh, not exactly manically, but not exactly mirthfully as well. “Oh, I’ve been more or less avoiding you. Out of respect for my pet.” The tone was taunting and bitter. “You think I wanted to hurt Y/N? Like this? Oof- how little your respect for me, Doctor!” He spit her name out like a fatwa.

You closed your eyes and began to break. Mentally, you were draining down and physically it felt like you’d received a punch to your guts. You felt spiritually bereft. The Doctor and the Master fighting made you feel like some doll for these virtual children to deal with.

You wished you could pop a valium.

Giving the rest of the Fam an imploring look, you swallowed and gathered yourself up. You hoped your eyes could give them all the apologies and information you needed them to know. That you cared for him and weren’t in trouble. All the facets of you crashing and burning. You were being torn apart, playing a game with your held heart.

But in the end it was fruitless. So you pulled the two Time Lords off each other, glowering at the two of them.

“I’m going back to the TARDIS.” You gave it your best shot to look commanding and in charge.

You turned around and tried to stalk out with all the bravery you could muster. You couldn’t relate to a happy state, feeling your blood run cold in your ears.

So you ran.

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onlycags · 4 years

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Self-Control | Çağlar Söyüncü

Born out of an odd discussion with @words-for-marcus (because of course), please enjoy this manifestation I like to call “Yet another thing I want Çağlar Söyüncü to do to my body”

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You were laying on your back in the comfortable tattoo chair, shirtless. “This is gonna look so good,” Meg, your artist, murmured as she peeled off the stencil. “Why don’t you go have a look in the mirror - make sure it’s positioned exactly where you want it.”

The moment you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, you gasped. The stencil was perfect. An intricate chest piece, the rose in the centre fanned out into leaves and miniature flowers with teardrop jewels dangling from delicate chains. It outlined your tits perfectly and added something to the rest of the ink on your body that you couldn’t quite explain.

“Thoughts?” You asked, turning to your boyfriend, Çağlar.

His eyes instantly darkened as he took in the purple stencil. “Çok seksi,” he murmured, his voice rough. So sexy.

You were half-tempted to kiss Çağlar, especially with the look on his face right now, but you didn’t. Instead, you flashed Meg a grateful smile. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Alright, love. Let’s get started then.”

The hum of the tattoo gun instantly put you at ease. You often found yourself at a tattoo parlour to both add to your collection and release any negative or overwhelming feelings you were experiencing at the moment. This sternum piece was something you’d wanted for years and you couldn’t believe you were finally getting it.

You’d actually met Çağlar at a different tattoo studio in Leicester that had since changed locations. You were getting stenciled while his tattoo was halfway done, the two of you chatting throughout the remaining duration of his tattoo. As you’d gone up to the counter to pay, the girl behind the counter had slid you a card with Çağlar’s number on it, saying that he’d left it for you. You worked up the courage to call him, the two of you went for a date, and now almost a year later, here you were.

You moaned a little as the tattoo gun went over a sensitive spot on your sternum. “Doing alright, love?” Meg asked, pausing.

“Yeah, thanks, babe.” You offered her a shy smile before you closed your eyes again.

Your mind wandered as the tattoo gun roamed over your skin while Meg did the linework. You couldn’t help thinking back to the first time Çağlar had used the flogger on your tits. Heat pooled between your legs as you thought about it, the vibrations from the tattoo gun going to your clit.

Çağlar watched you from his phone, occasionally looking up to see how the linework was coming along. He couldn’t wait to play with it once it had healed, but the healing process in and of itself was also fun and he couldn’t wait to rub lotion onto it for you.

Meg finished up the linework, running the paper towels over your skin. “Wanna take a look?” She asked and you nodded, getting up on shaky legs as you walked over to the full-length mirror. You didn’t want to think about the sweat streaks you’d probably left on the chair, but you were getting turned on just watching Çağlar.

“Thoughts?” You asked, turning to him.

Çağlar’s gaze ran over you and his eyes narrowed in a look you knew all too well. “Seni sonra becermek için sabırsızlanıyorum,” he murmured. I can’t wait to fuck you later.

Meg muttered something under her breath and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Tu dis quoi?” You asked, a total shot in the dark.

“Tu parles francais, aussi?” She asked and you nodded.

From then on, the two of you spoke in French about everything and nothing. It had been a while since you’d found someone who spoke the language and you were excited to finally flex your language muscles. It didn’t help that she was beautiful and her ink made you want to kiss all of it with your tongue while you asked her what everything meant.

During five minutes of silence while Meg was adding the colour, your mind floated back to the first time Çağlar had used nipple clamps on you and you found yourself clenching around nothing while the green on the leaves went into your skin. Sweat beaded on your upper lip and you knew you were gonna cum again just from the pain alone.

“I’ve just got one more colour to add and then we’ll be done, okay?” Meg asked in French.

“Oui,” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound too whimpery.

When it was finally done, you laid still and let Meg take pictures of the finished product from various angles for her Instagram. You tipped her well, the two of you conversing in French the whole time, making plans to meet for coffee in the near future.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked Çağlar as the two of you walked out, the bandage rustling around under your shirt.

“Of course,” Çağlar replied, kissing your temple. “I got to spend seven hours staring at your tits.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling. “And I got to spend seven hour getting tattooed and having two orgasms.”

Çağlar’s eyes darkened as he processed your words. “You what?”

You repeated yourself, smirking. “You heard me, baby.” You knew you shouldn’t have admitted it - you had to ask for every orgasm you wanted and something like this was strictly forbidden - but you couldn’t help yourself. A part of you was still up in the clouds from two orgasms, especially since you’d been denied for close to a month and now you’d just had two pain-induced orgasms in the span of seven hours.

“I don’t believe you,” Çağlar growled, his accent getting thicker and making goosebumps break out across your skin. “I was watching your body and I didn’t see any of the telltale signs of an orgasm, let alone two.”

You shrugged. “Guess I’ve just gotten good at hiding my orgasms.”

“Like hell you did. I know you and I know your body. Sen Benimsin.” You’re mine.

It had been so long since Çağlar had punished you in the way that you craved. Both of you had been busy with your careers and in the last three months, every time you had sex it was so vanilla you had wondered if you’d done something wrong.

You got back to your place, throwing him a cheeky smile as you unlocked your door. “Are you gonna punish me the way I deserve?” You whispered in his ear, nipping on his earlobe to make him groan.

The door shut behind you and you gasped when you felt Çağlar behind you as he pulled you back against him. “And then some.”

***

Thirty minutes later, you were tied securely to your bed, naked except for the bandage covering your new tattoo.

“You think I don’t know your body?” He asked, the first stroke of the riding crop on your displayed pussy making you moan into the gag. “You think I don’t know what you look like when you cum?” Another strike. “You think I haven’t been fucking you right?” Five hits all in succession had you writhing and moaning around the gag. “Well, sweetheart, I’m going to make you regret those two orgasms you stole from me in the shop today.” He paused, landing more blows specifically on your clit. “And don’t think I didn’t see the way you and Meg were flirting. This pretty pussy is gonna get all marked up.” You screamed some more behind the gag as Çağlar spread your lower lips and focused ten harsh spanks with the heel of his palm directly on your sensitive clit. “Look at that,” he breathed, his index finger tracing your entrance. “Look at that pretty little pussy pucker just - for - me.”

You tried to beg behind the gag, but you couldn’t. Çağlar watched you try to speak, chuckling at your predicament. You shrieked as he disappeared into your closet where you kept all your toys. The smirk on his face made your stomach drop - Çağlar could be merciless and you knew that this would be one of those times where he didn’t let you go until one of three things happened: 1) you used your safeword, 2) you passed out, or 3) he got everything he wanted from you.

The clamp on your clit was the first thing he applied, and for the first time that night you were glad he’d gagged you. He parted your pussy lips and held them open with duct tape that you knew would be the final bit of torture after you were spent and used. The Hitachi buzzed as Çağlar plugged it into the wall, the gleam in his eye making your pussy drip.

It wasn’t hard to slide the vibrating head of the Hitachi in your dripping cunt, making your eyes roll back in your head. Çağlar leaned down and bit the inside of your thigh - hard. You squealed against the gag. “Don’t think you’re going to get away with faking an orgasm with that eyeroll. I’m not falling for your tricks, little girl. If you’re cumming, I’m going to make sure you’re screaming my name and you can’t possibly be lying.”

Your eyes went wide.

“If I take this gag off, are you gonna be a good girl?” You nodded. “If you make a sound I don’t like, though, I’m going to put it back on and it won’t be coming off.”

“Thank you,” you whimpered, breathing heavily.

Çağlar hummed, running his hands up and down your torso, the calluses on his fingertips amplifying the sensations. He bent down, his tongue swirling in your bellybutton, the scruff of his beard making goosebumps spread across your skin. You desperately wished you weren’t tied up so you could run your fingers through his hair, but all you could do was bite your lip and take it.

“I need ice,” he murmured, getting up abruptly and leaving the bedroom.

He returned minutes later with a large glass of ice. Your stomach dipped at the sight of him towering over you, thinking about all the things he’d do to you with the ice. Your pussy clenched around the Hitachi inside you and it took all your willpower not to scream.

Çağlar took off his shirt, revealing his inked torso that always managed to leave you breathless. “Like what you see?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, biting your lower lip to keep from making noise while you drank him in.

Çağlar’s tattoos were your favourite part of him. You loved the way the lion moved over his back; it was your favourite thing to trace, pressing kisses to it whenever he walked around the house shirtless and you could pounce on him from behind. The script on his torso over his ribs always made you bite your lip - you knew firsthand just how painful the rib tattoos were and it always turned you on to think about Çağlar sitting shirtless in the tattoo chair getting them done. Finally, there was the ink across his chest that you were constantly running your fingers over. You couldn’t deny that every inch of the Turkish centre back left you a dripping, achy mess, but the best feeling was knowing that you had the same effect on him.

You were so in your head about him that the ice touching your skin made you jump and strain against your restraints, angling the Hitachi further in your pussy. You had learned a long time ago with the vibrator that if you held still, you could last a long time but it was always Çağlar’s personal mission to make you move as much as possible.

“Soğuk?” He taunted, watching the ice melt as he moved it down your neck, your whimpery moans spurring him on further. Cold?

You weren’t going to give him anything, slipping on your passive face as you said, “Not really,” with a blank expression.

Your self-control had always been above-average. From a young age, you learned to manipulate your emotions to bend to the expectations of others, using them to get what you wanted. It was both a blessing and a curse that nobody could figure out what was going on inside your head, but somehow Çağlar was able to break through the barriers you had long-since put up. He knew just what to say and do to get you to break, and right now that was his sole focus. You knew just how good Çağlar was at getting what he wanted and if he wanted to make you truly let go and show him what you really looked like when you came, that’s what he would get, one way or another.

“It’s a shame I can’t suck on these tits tonight,” he mused, running the ice over your distended nipples. “But they already got so much action today it would be unfair to your pussy.”

His gaze flickered to your face and he smirked at you, the ice and his fingers trailing down to rest in your bellybutton. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as Çağlar held the ice in place, letting it melt and pool in your bellybutton until it filled and spilled over, running down your sides and down your pussy.

Çağlar reached into the glass again. “Açık.” Open.

You opened your mouth, watching as he placed an ice cube on your tongue. “Keep your mouth open - I wanna watch it melt.”

Another ice cube, this time he settled between your legs, running the frozen water along the insides of your tattooed thighs. His tongue followed the water droplets, licking and sucking all the sensitive spots he’d long-ago discovered. You squirmed, the Hitachi hitting your g-spot as the melting ice dripped from your tongue and traveled down your chin, mirroring your dripping cunt.

“Are you close?” Çağlar asked, his nose accidentally brushing the clamp on your clit, making you whimper. “If you are, I’ll take the clamp off and then we can really get started.”

You were torn between wanting to keep the clamp on and letting Çağlar take it off so you could have what would no-doubt be a mind-blowing orgasm. In a moment of pure, unadulterated need, you nodded.

Çağlar’s fingers paused over the clamp. “You’ve gotta swallow first.”

The last of the ice had melted and you did as he asked, swallowing the meager drops of water that had managed to stay inside your mouth.

“Good girl.”

The rush of blood to your clit almost pushed you over the edge but you refused to give Çağlar the satisfaction. His lips kissed your clit, followed quickly by the melting ice. Your hips bucked off the bed, a feral whimper leaving your mouth.

“Finally - a reaction,” he mumbled, reaching for the riding crop again. “Since you’ve cum twice from pain today, I see no reason why you can’t do it a third time.”

“Sir-” you were cut off by the riding crop on your clit.

“Not tonight, baby. You say my name or nothing at all.”

“Çağlar!”

Another slap. “Better.” He reached for the Hitachi, changing the angle.

“Çağlar, please!” You were unravelling and you both knew it.

“Eight more,” he commanded. “You cum on the last one.”

Çağlar watched you come undone with the next seven slaps, a plan forming. He struck your clit harder than any of the previous nine strokes you’d received, watching as you had the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. He held your hips down, his mouth latching onto your clit to draw every last sensation out of you lost control.

“Please!” You moaned once you’d regained the ability to speak. “The vibrator. Take it out!”

You whimpered when Çağlar took the still-vibrating Hitachi out of you and turned it off. The duct tape on your lower lips was next, one final infliction of pain as he took the tape off. You were anxious for Çağlar to untie you - the restraints were fun while you were in that space, but the moment you got what you needed from them, you wanted them off - your hands reaching for him while he untied you.

The moment you were free, you launched yourself into his arms, burying your fingers in his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist, your lips on his. You always got needy after sessions like that, but Çağlar never said anything, letting you take the comfort from him that you needed.

Çağlar helped you take the bandage off when it was time, his hands gently running over the fresh ink, patting you dry lightly. “You’re so bruised,” he murmured when he noticed the marks forming in some areas. “I don’t like it when you’re marked up and it’s not my doing.”

You smiled looking up at him. “You already marked me up so much tonight, I think you’ll live.” You groaned when he slid a hand between your legs.

“I’m sure I will.”

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yourminetonight · 3 years

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I had her set at the edge of the bed.

The blue of her eyes was glowing with anticipation as I placed the red satin blindfold over her face.

Finishing securing the blindfold I let my hands slowly work down her arms. I could feel every goosebump on her body, and could hear the light tremble in her breathing.

I watched her lips quiver as I went to lie her down on the bed. My fingers were now stroking along her entire body, slowly bringing euphoric torture to every vunerable nerve I could pleasure. Her arms, stomach, and legs, they were all left defenseless, and at my seductive disposal.

With her body now sensitized and her mind clueless of what was next, I then proceed to apply the nipple clamps to her enlarged, aroused tits.

The way she tried to moan or scream while being gagged by the chain held in her mouth, mmmmmm so....shall we say "hardening" for me to continue with simple touches by my hand.

I tell myself "I do believe it's time for the pinwheel now". I begin rolling it along her arms, and neck. The way her body responded to those pins as they rolled down the insides of her legs, and up to her stomach.

I had not yet even laid a hand on her beautiful clit or those glistening wet pussy lips and yet the room already smells of a night of intimate lustful pleasures. The kind that last till sunup.

The smell of sex and her body was truly intoxicating, and at that moment I could not restrain myself any longer.

I went to pull her head up to me by grabbing her ponytail with one hand. The other hand I had around her throat. I let my breath and my tongue dance along her soft beautiful skin, and I made my way to her lips and began to passionately kiss. After a period of our tongues getting to know each other I pulled myself back and let out a sly evil laugh.

I pushed her back gently down onto the bed once again, removed the nipple clamps, and rolled her over onto her stomach. I laughed my evil laugh and growled a bit as I put the cuffs on her wrists.

I now added rope and some fancy knot work into the mix. One end tied to the cuffs. The other around each leg of the bed. I then did the same thing to her ankles.

She was now spread out, face down, to all 4 corners of the bed

“Are you comfortable?" I asked...."Good, there’s a tv show I want to watch, and I’ll be back in half an hour”

“Fuck you” she said

I laughed, and then sat on the bed next to her. I begun to run my fingers up and down her back, stroking but with some pressure. Suddenly the fingertips of mine now became nails quickly scratching down her spine, continuing down the backs of her legs.

I allowed my nails to go back to fingertips, then whole palm, moving up the backs of her legs, stopping at the join of her thigh and her buttocks, where the spanking began.

She tried to move around the area, already red and sensitive from earlier.

My hands continued for a while pounding against her beautiful flesh, but in time the sting was getting to be too much for my hand.

Would that mean I would stop? Of course not. I just replaced my hand with the backside of a wooden hairbrush, and then the leather tawse paddle.

I eventually moved myself down to hitting her between your legs, apparently from the sound of her voice, this is her new favorite thing, although she would never have asked for it.

I moved away for a second, and all she heard was the drawer opening, followed by a buzzing. I slowly began running it down her back and she instantly knew it’s the bullet, it’s safe, it’s only external.😈

Little did she know, that my new purple friend was also out. Good old Herman, and once the bullet had been run all the way down her back and between her legs, it was going to be replaced by the Herman the vibrator, which I forced inside her (and almost lost) oops

The internal vibration was something new to her, so it took a while for her to get used to, by which point it was joined by the bullet on her clit.

The moans now became grunts, which then became what may have been words in some other language, potentially Icelandic.

The shaking legs were followed by her raising her head from pillows and crying out as her whole body shook for a few seconds that seemed more like minutes.

Once she had calmed down to an extent, I repeated this process twice more, on the third time, instructing her to hold them in place herself. I knew she wouldn’t be able to manage this, because of how far apart her legs were, so when the toys inevitably fell, I got up, pulled her head up by the hair, put my hand around her throat, and moved her face just close enough to kiss.

Even if she could move my face another inch closer, which she couldn’t and I knew it. After what felt like an eternity of this i finally let her have my kiss, but it was a rough kiss followed by bites along her shoulders and arms.

I moved back behind her again, and used my fingers where the vibrators were before, and she was unsurprisingly incredibly sensitive.

She actually passed out at this point, because the next thing she remembered was waking up to me checking her pulse and her noticing she was no longer cuffed

I massaged her arms and legs, trying my best to remind them how to work once again, and then i moved to start to stroke her hair and whisper in her ear

“you can come back down now”

I left her body alone for the most part to recover, but still sat beside her stroking her temple.

Every now and then I would put my hand on her back or her leg, and I couldnt help but smile my sly evil smile, knowing that each little touch I did to her during this time would create a whole body spasms again. Even more than the flogger, even more than the paddle even more than the hairbrush.

Just remember darling all those toys and how they are used is all part of the show, the entertainment, the desire I have to fulfill every bit of what you want to happen under the big top. The circus is nothing without the ring master.

I'll be your whip cracking ring master, if you'll be my dirty little circus freak

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Slave to Pleasure [32]

(Gif not mine credit to the original owner) A/N: Yo, I’m sorry for the lack of Baekhyun gifs but he’s in this chapter I promise. Content Warning: Use of sexual toys and disease.

“What are you thinking about?” Yixing had been distant, his fingers were a less nimble and gentle than she had grown used to. His face was stony and when he tried to smile, it didn’t reach his eyes as it usually did. As he plaited her hair she watched his scowl in the mirror opposite her with worry. “Nothing you should worry about.” He tied the end of her hair and she noticed how it brushed against the middle of her spine. She barely remembered what her hair was like the day she arrived. “I want to know. “ She turned her head to follow him when he moved from behind her. Yixing stood and looked down at her, his soft cherry eyes not quite looking at her, his mind, his thoughts were elsewhere. “Don’t worry about it.” He softly caressed her cheek, leaving her before she could press much further. The touch lingered on her cheek, the feather light fingers somehow enhancing her gut feeling that something was off with her caretaker - he would usually take her to the library. Her gaze moved from the door and to her reflection in the mirror, and to the collar. Every time she thought she was used to her new piece of clothing, the harshness of it was always a surprise. Although she was no longer confined to her bed it still filled her with apprehension and curiosity. She ran her fingers over the thick rich leather and to the metal hoops one of which held her mother’s pink opal. She jolted, her hand falling to her lap as the door handle jiggled. She stood quickly, heart in her throat, the sun was still up, she had hours before Baekhyun came to her, who-- The tall vampire she had heard so much about yet was still a stranger to her now stood in her room. Closing the door behind him. His crimson eyes gave nothing away as he stared her down. He was intimidatingly handsome, his sharp features were overwhelming and she waited with baited breath for him to speak. “I’m assuming you remember me.” The way he uttered the words were blunt - more of a statement than a question It made her feel better, knowing his name, so she didn’t seem dim so she could also state not question. “You’re Yifan.” He had his arms around his back, his shoulders wide and his stance relaxed yet still powerful. The distance between them was wide but even then his height was looming. “I know you’re scared of me. But you’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on.” He started to move, his footsteps seemed to be calculated and she stood, her knees tucked tightly to her stool. He came towards her with slow but sure steps his eyes directly in front of him even as he spoke. “If I was Baekhyun, I’d have spanked you for not being on your knees when I walked in.” Her heart climbed to her throat, beginning to hammer hard in her chest as he spoke. She clutched her hands together in front of her, her knuckles turning white. What’s he doing here? He circled around her, still keeping a fair distance. She hated how his supernatural hearing allowed him to hear the sound of her anxiety, he made it evident by the acute amused smirk that adorned his face. She took a calming breath; do I kneel now? Yifan turned to face her. “But I’m not Baekhyun so I can’t spank you, not as long as I want to keep my arms.” She dared say he was making a joke though he didn’t smile and neither did she find it funny. It could have been an over exaggeration yet she wouldn’t say Baekhyun wasn’t incapable of such brutality. Yifan sat on the bottom of her bed, his arms slung over his thighs, his posture at ease and it somehow soothed her frantic heart. “The whore house you were from tell me about it.” The way he articulated his words it was a command. She shrank back to her stool, feeling sated that he was sitting, not looking so threatening anymore. She swallowed thickly before taking a dive into her past. “Horrific.” Yifan remained silent, his expression patient as he waited for her to continue. She sighed and looked off into the distance as she spoke again. “Old… Dirty… Loud… Why - Why do you want to know?” Yifan hesitated before replying. “It was the brothel my mother owned when I was growing up. When she died it became mine.” “It’s not still yours?” She asked boldly. “Yes it is mine.” Still hesitant. “But I’ve only recently got it back in my possession.” “Did you begin work there willingly?” This time he asked a question. “Yes… I-I had no other option.” Yifan looked thoughtful. “Were the girls treated well?” She remembered the bruises, the screams and the babies. There was the owner who insisted on trying out the new recruits whether they were willing or otherwise. He would use brute force some times to make sure the whores he hired would willingly carry out deeds of him as well as his customers - even the pregnant ones weren’t spared from a beating when he deemed fit. He didn’t care what customers did to the working girls as long as they paid well and he got all the money the girls earned. Many with children couldn’t even afford old rags to wrap their unwanted children in. Some newborns didn’t even make it through the night from the cold and neglect. To that day she could still hear the words that made her wish she hadn’t signed her life away that night ; Watch yourself, the last girl who had this room just died from syphilis. “No.” It wasn’t something that could have been argued with. “We weren’t treated like anything.” “The rats were treated better… The traps that killed them were quick… They escaped from his cruelty, we couldn’t.” There was silence in the room and Yifan’s eyes were downcast and his expression thoughtful. She longed to know what he was thinking, she wanted to know what he was doing in her room, why he was talking to her, why someone who seemed to hold himself at such high esteem would be talking to a mortal like her. “Have you heard of the blackswans?” Yifan finally broke the silence. “Yixing explained them to me.” “Then you should also know that they are no more, wiped out by vampire hunters.” She nodded with blind understanding and Yifan continued. “The man that owned that place, I killed him. I ripped his head off, ripped his arms away from his body because he betrayed information to our enemies. Later I found out that betrayal ran in the family - he’s of blackswan blood but it was his ancestors that began to hunt vampires. That fact made it easier to kill him.” Her mind began to reel with the information and she was lulled into silence as Yifan’s tone became more sinister. “He was a human who had forgot that he was at the bottom of the food chain, that to us, he’s an ant to be stepped on.” Yifan stood and she tensed in her stool. He made his way towards her and she held her breath. “Men like him - humans - like him make me glad to be what I am.” He was getting closer. “And I promise you, kitten, in this house, men like him will never harm you again.” He ran his hand down her face, his long fingers reaching into her hair to run down her neat braid. She craned her neck to look at him, breathing shallowly with nerves at his proximity and touch. Yet she didn’t feel scared, she felt anything but frightened in that moment. She struggled to form words for a few seconds, mesmerised by his words and his promise that made her feel safe. “W-What about men like you?” Yifan’s face softened into a smile. “Men like me don’t hurt whores, if you were under my command the bruises I inflict would bring you pleasure, not pain, that I can say. Baekhyun has hurt you with hatred for himself but I will say from now on, he will hurt you with love.” He let go of her braid and it fell back on her shoulder. He began to head for the door. “And if he doesn’t spank you with love then just come and find me.” The door closed and she was engulfed in a pleasant silence. She had never thought she would ever smile in the wake of Wu Yifan. She fiddled with her braid and smiled. All she had seen from Yifan was stoicness and stubbornness, she had never have thought she’d have had the courage to bravely sit through a conversation with him especially one that ended with a promise of her safety and implied protection from Baekhyun’s wrath - although she wasn’t sure she’d be needing it anymore, but she was thankful to know that there was another vampire on her side. She allowed his words to play in her head, his words about pleasure and pain. The bruises of pleasure. She had had many bruises both of pleasure and many of pain. Her thoughts drifted to the whips and the chains and her leash she had been without for quite some time. Her eyes wandered to the cabinet, it wasn’t ever locked but she had never thought about looking inside while she had been off her leash. Until now. Tentatively she walked towards it and with the same hesitation she opened the fine wooden doors. There was a slight rattle as she opened it and chains that hung from the door rattled and one fell to the floor with a clash. She looked down and couldn’t help but grin bashfully at the sight of her leash at her feet. She looked back at the red velvet cabinet and a shiver cascaded down her spine with the sight of whips and feathery appendages that lined the cabinet’s back wall. A few she recognised, especially the flogger which had left detailed thin red marks on her skin for days. The riding crop too. Chains hung from hooks on the inside of the cabinet doors, one Baekhyun had used to restrain her arms above her head while she stood and dealt with her punishment. There were two small drawers at the bottom and she bent down to open it. Plugs, vibrators and toys of all varieties greeted her when she opened the drawer. She flushed and closed the drawer in an instant reaching for the second one with battered nerves. Her body was reacting in all sorts of ways, her stomach was mixing in a cocktail of curiosity, apprehension and excitement. In the second drawer she found an assortment of instruments. Some looked like small belts which were strange and alien to her as they had holes or balls in the middle of the leather straps. Some neatly knotted rope and ribbon but what caught her attention was a small chain that on either end finished with small clasps. She reached for it gingerly and even with a closer inspection there was no telling as to what it was or what it was used for. “Those... Are nipple clamps.” In fright she yelped and dropped the chain. She whirled around to face her ‘attacker’ and it was Baekhyun, grinning from ear to ear. She felt her face grow hot. “I didn’t hear you come in.” She also wasn’t expecting him until sunset. “I’m glad you didn’t, it was fun watching you.” He replied with mischief. She fumbled for words finding herself at a loss with what to say or where to begin. It became even more difficult when Baekhyun crouched to pick up the chain he called nipple clamps and raised them back to eye level. “H-How do they… What do you do with them?” She stuttered. Baekhyun raised his eyebrows and with both his thumb and forefingers he pinched the clamps at the opposite ends, opening them. “Isn’t it obvious?” She knew if her face got any hotter it would implode with heat. “Does it hurt?” “Let’s find out.” A second later her dressing gown was pooled at her feet and her naked flesh was exposed to him. The rapid rising and falling of her open chest gave away her tension and uncertainty as Baekhyun pinched the clamps onto her hardening nipples. Oh. She sucked in a breath at the pinching sensation that shot up her body, it twinged with slight satisfaction that she felt in her stomach. With a glint in his eye Baekhyun tugged lightly at the chain that was attached to her chest in the most lewd form. Her back arched instinctively and her breasts twinged with slight pleasure that elicited a gasp from her mouth. “Does it hurt?” Baekhyun tilted his head, sly and smug as he tightened his hold on the chain. Her legs went weak and it took all strength in her not to kneen to the floor as the pull on her nipples grew and the pleasurable sensation made her toes curl. “N-n-no…” She breathed out in a sigh of content. “Good.” With that the pull ceased and the chain dangled from her nipples. Baekhyun picked up her gown from the floor and wrapped it round her. “You can keep them on until tonight… You take them off, I’ll know, you leave them on I’ll reward you, how’s that?” The slight pinching she felt heightened all of her senses and she found it hard to concentrate when she was in the library for the rest of the afternoon, she longed to take them off after Baekhyun left her to her own devices but she couldn’t bring herself to even touch them now that they were attached to her, it felt too dirty but not in a way that made her uncomfortable. The promise of a reward was what kept her on edge for the rest of the day. What could it be?

#Baekhyun #byun baekhyun #yifan #kris #wu yifan #exo #exok #exom #exo fanfiction

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squirting-sub · 4 months

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Painful paddle

I'm not very sensitive when it comes to pain during impact play, but I am a masochist and love pain. My dom also loves hurting me, so we picked out a new paddle (pictured below). The cutouts have very sharp edges and light hits warm up the skin really fast.

First, my dom warmed me up with a flogger while I was bent over her desk. Then, she started with light taps with the new paddle, eventually telling me to get on all fours on the sofa. She cuffed my legs to a spreader bar and told me I'll be getting my previously earned reward of 92 (hard) spanks. Working her way up with the intensity, she waits for the moment I scream into the sofa before telling me to start counting. She tries different spots on my body, seeing which place makes me scream the most. About twenty hits in, after my skin is already red and swollen, she takes the split leather paddle. I've gotten used to it and it didn't hurt me as much anymore. However, with my skin already raw from the new paddle, it made everything more intense and painful. She didn't start out with a light slap either. She immediately went in with full force, making me scream into the sofa even louder, instinctively moving away from her. She throws a blanket over my head so I won't see the slaps coming and to muffle my screams so her neighbors won't hear. Sometimes, she wouldn't use as much force and those slaps didn't count.

30-40 slaps in, she takes the spreader bar and flips me around so I'm on my back. She tells me to remove the blanket so she can look at me. Pushing the bar back, she hits my inner thighs and right below my ass with the new wood paddle. It hurts really bad. For the first time since we started playing together, she sees actual fear in my eyes. I flinch when she raises the paddle to hit me again and she smirks, not hitting me when I expect it but then going even harder. Even though I'm scared and it hurts like never before, I get incredibly horny. The pain turns me on and I like the fear. I especially like how much she's enjoying it. I haven't seen her get this happy when hitting me in a while.

I'm struggling, but she keeps me from moving by holding onto the spreader bar. With the split leather paddle, she also hits my boobs. She hasn't done that before and it stings. After a couple of slaps, I cover my chest with my arms, trying to soothe the pain but also to prevent further slaps in that area. "Move your arms away this instant, or I'll tie them up for you.". I refuse and she hits my arm with the leather paddle. It hurts less than her hitting my chest, so I keep covering myself. Then she counts down from three. It's been an intense weekend and while I love getting her angry and her being rough with me, I don't want to overdo it. I'm thankful she's even trying the new paddle and not waiting. For the first time, I'm also scared what the punishment for not listening could be. So, at "one", I remove my arms, and of course, she immediately slaps my boobs again.

Eventually, she flips me around again and just has fun using all her tools on me. The wood paddle made me sensitive, so the riding crop hurts more than usual as well. A couple hits with a thin wood cane make it break. We both laugh and she continues using her other toys. At 72 she hits me so hard and fast, I can't count anymore and just struggle. I scream and try to get away but she keeps me in place with the spreader bar. After she stops, she checks on me and I smile. "That was good. I like it.". She takes that as an invitation to hit me more, with the same intensity. I never finished counting the 92 slaps.

Some (not so great) photos she took right after to show me the result. I've never bled like this from impact play before and she had to listen to my whining the rest of the night whenever I moved and changed my position. She did put lotion on me and got me ice packs though.

The next day, most of the swelling is gone, but bruises formed and the imprints from the paddle are still very much visible (pictures below). Sitting hurts, but not unbearably. I love being reminded of our sessions throughout the day like this and I keep looking at the interesting new bruises.

#she wants to find more things that scare me #can't wait #sub original #lesbian nsft #dyke nsft #wlw bd/sm #sapphic nsft #lesbian bd/sm #lesbian d/s #wlw d/s #sapphic bd/sm #wlw nsft #sapphic d/s #impact play.#paddle.

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