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misscarterfabray · 9 years

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Edge play 101 {{Headcanon}}

Carter has the room set with chairs arranged in a circle for all to sit around. Carter sits toward the middle with a clipboard in hand.

She opens the discussion by asking the group “What is edge play?” And many offer their interpretations, all of which are correct in some capacity since edgeplay is a subjective term. For sake of her seminar, she explains that there are two definitions they will use for edgeplay: any play that toes the line of at least one partners limits, and any play that challenges SSC.

Carter then holds two placards. One that reads SSC and the other reads RACK.

SSC = Safe, Sane, Consensual.

RACK = Risk-aware Consensual Kink

In terms of engaging in edgeplay, RACK is generally a more acceptable view point, since ‘safe’ and ‘sane’ are subjective terms. Carter is quick to emphasize the importance of ‘risk-aware’—that both Dom/me and sub are well informed of any risks involved in the particular play at hand. RACK is simply a little more inclusive toward edge play activities.

When a couple decides to engage in some form of edgeplay, they need to negotiate risk. And Carter holds a placard with the words “Negotiating Risk!” written on it.

She’s quick to emphasize that edgeplay isn’t something to be done lightly, as a partner’s mental well being could be at risk, and this is mitigated by the negotiating phase. And the Dom/me must do their part to be careful not to succumb to losing control of a scene.

She opens the floor to any anecdotes and questions the group might have.

Carter closes the discussion portion with an important reemphasis on the subjectivity of edge play; while some extreme activities are edgy to most, some things that are a little more benign, like tickling, will be edgy to some. The one thing to keep in mind is that there is no coercion, or deceit that goes against a prior negotiation of a scene.

For the second portion, Carter invites anyone that wishes to witness a few live demos of forms of edge play to stick around. Introducing her three volunteers, Carter begins right away with sharps play,

She briefly touches upon the risks associated with introducing things like knives and scalpels into play, and carefully makes a few markings on Angelica’s body. Including a letter C. None of these will scar. She continues on to talk about the potential for blood play, but it’s incredibly risky and not recommended for a first time foray into edge play.

Next, she brings out a violet wand, and allows the group to see the various electrode attachments. While many are quick to assume that the smaller electrodes sting less, Carter shows with Alex that is not the case. The smaller the electrode, the more concentrated the current, and the harsher the sting. She shows off several different electrode shapes, including the rake and the orb. Lastly she demonstrates how a violet wand can even be used as a brand, and burns a letter C onto Alex. This will not scar.

Lastly comes breath play, and Carter uses Gabrielle as her volunteer. She explains that the appeal from breath play not only comes for relinquishing control, but also from hypoxia: a build up of carbon dioxide in the brain. This is very risky, but when done right, the orgasm is purported to feel like a rush from cocaine. After Gabrielle informs Carter of her safe gesture (since she will be unable to speak) Carter takes a belt and wraps it around the girls neck. Via use of a hitachi wand between Gabrielle’s thighs, she tightens the belt and brings the submissive to a big climax.

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hrm-viola-fabray · 10 years

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HOLD ME, THRILL ME, KISS ME, KILL ME || Self Para

Tagged: Viola Fabray

Time: December 5th, late evening

Location: The foyer

Notes: Viola tempts death for a request.

WARNING: Not for the faint of heart. AND DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.

Autoerotic Asphyxiation. Viola blinked at the two words of her request, both a garbled mouthful of syllables.

Nearly 1000 people die per year engaging in such an act of depravity, Viola couldn't help feel a rush slither up her spine at the thought of flirting with death on camera. The chemistry and biology of the act was mystifying, and altogether enticing to the psychotic blonde. Deprived of air, the brain will enter a state of hypoxia, where carbon dioxide accumulates in the body, creating a natural high. Coupled with an orgasm, it's said to have the same effect as cocaine.

But that high carried a huge risk.

Unconsciousness. Heart attack. And death. No stranger to an excess of confidence, Viola resigned herself to complete the deadly request, now wasn't a time to show weakness. Not when the host demanded a $4000 group total.

Viola surmised having death as a sexual partner was worthy of money, and with that in mind the young heiress moved about her room, gathering a few items.

Dressed in a silken robe she descended the stairs of the main foyer, clutching a vibrator, a foldable chair, and a 5 foot long luggage strap. With as much calm as water on a windless day, Viola looped the belt around her neck. Clicking the plastic buckle closed, she tightened it until it was very snug, but she was able to breathe, albeit shallowly.

The buckle was her failsafe. All she needed was to pinch it's sides to spring it open. Easy.

Never losing her collected demeanor, she stood atop the chair in order to affix the opposite end of the belt to a small outcropping in the wall; effectively tethering her to it.

Letting the robe fall to the ground, Viola sucks in a breath, oxygen filling her lungs completely. And with an exhale she switched on the vibrator, pressing it to her sex. A jolt of pleasure caused her hips to buck in response, the chair sliding an inch or so in response. Viola bit her lip, swallowing down the nervousness that churned within her, alongside the mounting arousal. A small crowd gathered, watching the heiress intently as she masturbated with a noose around her neck.

Warmth began to bloom in her gut, the muscles in her abdomen squirming in anticipation of her climax and with a kicking of her leg, the chair clattered to the ground beneath her and her body dangled by the neck.

Whiteknuckled around the vibrator, Viola held it against her aching sex, as her legs flopped like the tail of a fish yanked from water. The canvas bit into the spongy carotid arteries of her neck, and the pressure in her head built rapidly. The world around her began to swirl and blend into each other as she hung, eyes going boiled white as they were squeezed from their widened sockets. Her head was screaming for air, but it was futile. Nothing was getting in.

But her climax. Oh, it was building with volcanic force, unlike anything she'd experienced before; amid the rapidly growing darkness and the thundering beat of her heart seemingly echoing off of the walls. Her heart lurched in her chest, the organ struggling to pump what little oxygen remained. Viola felt like a ship cut from it's moors in a churning tempest. Everything around her moved.

Orgasm exploded outward from her core, radiating like the epicenter of an earthquake, shredding the very fabric of her being thread by thread. She felt the thrum of pleasure in all of her limbs, as well as her fingers and toes. And it pulsed with each fading beat of her heart.

The seams of her skull rippled with the mounting pressure, and a single hand trembled as it traveled up her body, groping for the buckle. But she'd lost all sensation, and try as she might, the buckle wouldn't give, not until a benevolent soul from the crowd rushed forward and released the heiress.

Her body crumpled like a forgotten rag doll on the floor, as the oxygen flowed through her again, burning her lungs like liquid fire.

#tinae request #p || hold me thrill me kiss me kill me #tw:asphyxiation #tw:breathplay #tw:suicide

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