i love bdsm and etiquette and contracts and rules and power exchange and routines and protocols and roleplay and collars and check-ins and bondage and titles and safe words and commands and rituals and uniforms and scenes and sadomasochism and aftercare and
telling a nippy puppy that you're going to pull out their teeth if they keep biting and watching how their eyes glaze over while thinking about the pain
son who drugs his dad and gets him soo high that when his son starts groping him he can't even lift a limb to stop him. eyes barely open, weakly trying to tell him no, all groggy and spaced out. nothing he can do about the hand moving down his waistband or the lips on his neck