duke_of_illusions | domesticity

Barma just smiles at that. They'll change that soon.

"Also watch their overall degree of muscle tension or relaxation. It's normal for a submissive, especially a novice, to tense in expectation of receiving pain. What's important is how they react after the clothespin is on. If they remain tense, they're probably not aroused. If they relax, that's a good sign.

Important point; Remove the clamp if the submissive doesn't find it erotic. If they don't relax their muscles and begin breathing normally again after about a minute, you should probably remove the clamp even if they haven't asked for that.

If they do ask you to remove it, or call 'yellow' or give some other similar sign, take the clamp off at once. Afterward, don't criticize them. They may feel guilty. They may feel angry or turned off. Be understanding.

Remember, let them get used to this at their own pace. Don't rush them. If, after about a minute, the submissive relaxes and breathes normally, proceed with the session.

Another imporant thing to remember about clamps: they hurt coming off. This seems especially true of clamped nipples. As blood flows back into the freshly unclamped tissue and reexpands it, pain results.

For serious masochists, you can make a zipper by stringing several non-toothed clamps along a cord, tying knots on each side of the clamp to hold its position, the clamps are placed along the skin and yanked off with a pull on the end of the cord. Try this yourself before you do it to anyone else; it's pretty intense-

He's talking about much lighter masochists than you, you'd handle a zipper just fine."

Another, harder shudder and a nod.

"Mmmgh. Yes, I'd love that."

"You would, wouldn't you?"

Dropping the book off the edge of the bed, he rolls them, pulling Al's wrists over his head.

"Ah-!" Al lets Barma roll him, spreading his legs automatically and twisting against him with a gasp.

"Rufus..." shaky.

"You know, I think I've always had these proclivities."

He murmurs to him, softly, leaning down to kiss his jaw.

"I remember daydreaming as a child about sieges and pirates... and always being very concerned about what happened with the prisoners of war. Specific, young, rather chaste daydreams that nonetheless featured rooms full of men held at the mercy of the more powerful, stripped of dignity, brought to pained tears. Before I even had words to put it into."

"... what do you think fascinated you about it?" Al whispers, twisting under him, breathing slowly.

He knows, exactly. He'd had the thoughts himself.

"The eroticism of the power exchange. The fantasy that a prisoner might one day consent, might kneel at his captor's feet with a secret smile."

He presses down against his body.

"Inappropriate in practice, but oh, the fantasy of the force-"

"Were you the captor, or the prisoner in those fantasies?"

Al smiles, rubs up against him.

"One, then the other- they weren't me, really- but I daydreamed both roles to their fullest."

He smiles.

"... in our fantasy- me as a prisoner of war- I keep thinking about it," he admits.

"How that 'Alphonse' accepted it all, secretly would test his jailers-"

"How?"

He checks, reaching to begin undressing him, gently.

"Conniving creature."

"Not the guards, they were too easy to fool. But he could never escape you. All the attempts to escape were sincere, but there were times when he'd wonder how you'd catch him next."

"Do you think they'd ever get moments like these?"

He asks, curiously, as he lays him bare, leaning down to nip his throat, idly.

"I'd want to chain you to my bed by your ankles, read you books and feed you bread and honey with my fingers."

"He'd insist it wouldn't matter if he was in one cage or another," he whispers, shivering and tipping his head back.

"Then I'd keep you in that one."

He smiles, fingers stealing slowly over his skin.

"I'd never try to make you love me. I'd just- be kind, laugh at your accusations, kiss you sympathetically."

"... I wouldn't know at first, what to do. Especially not with that kindness."

A smooth switch from "he" to "I".

"Nor would I be a good man. I'd still plunder your body quite ruthlessly."

Although he's reaching for lubricant now.

"Stubborn and annoyed, a fight every time before I lapsed into indifferent silence," he promises. "But every time would have a point of surrender. I'd enjoy it despite myself."

"I'd start leaving books within arms reach."

He smiles, and sits back to undress himself as well. He feels they both ought to be completely naked.

"I'd read them, fold the edges of the pages to keep my place, but always drop them before you came in."

He watches, unabashed.

"Heathen! I'd give you a bookmark."

He laughs, and settles back down over him for a deep kiss.

Al grins.

"I'd take it, and even use it. And gradually start asking for more- mmh."

"I'd give you your every wish."

He promises, kissing along his throat.

"And more besides, taking your choices and your favourites, predicting the next thing you'd like best. Reading your appetites and bringing you delectable morsels of food."

"I'd never relax. Instead I'd make games of misleading you, if only to see how well you were watching me. Create personas, tear them down."

Al stretches under him.

"I'd love each one, then take the next in stride with barely a blink, just nibbling your ear."

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