Note

I'm not sure where this came from. I guess I won't have access to my laptop or the internet for about a week, so I wanted to get something tangible done on this. It is actually the longest chapter for this that I've written to date, though it does contain a page break for a bit of a scene change in between.

As always, I will warn potential readers that this chapter is the first that deals explicitly with the BDSM lifestyle - specifically, a scene. It is not the most...traditional, I suppose, in terms of context. However, with the precautions taken and agreements made by the characters, there is no reason why either the submissive or the dominant would have been at any kind of risk. That being said, I would not really advise for anyone to follow this course of action taken, unless the dominant was one at least as experienced as Kiyoshi, and had a certain level of trust between both dominant and submissive. The content here includes detailed suggestions of many of the scenes that will take place during this work - bondage, sensory deprivation, punishments in the form of spanking/whipping/caning, humiliation, chastity, orgasm denial, feminization, fisting, and for fuck's sake, this is a ridiculously long list, but it's important to be informed before entering a BDSM relationship. Or really, any kind of relationship, but perhaps not with the same subject matter.

I do have more that I want to say, in terms of a dry rundown of the BDSM lifestyle, but that will continue on in another note at the end of the chapter.

- asterire

River spent most of the morning simply lazing around in one of the guest bedrooms, taking advantage of Kiyoshi's Wi-Fi – and significantly more comfortable sheets. The most interesting thing to happen to him all day was takeout being delivered to the door, apparently sent by Kiyoshi. It was surprisingly thoughtful of him, River reflected, as he tried to make sense of the ridiculously complex kitchen to try and find a glass for water.

After he'd eaten, he finally turned his mind to the matter at hand.

BDSM.

He knew what it was, certainly. He'd stumbled across more than one videos of the nature when he'd been trying to figure out his sexuality – which, in itself, had been an enlightening and slightly traumatizing experience. He'd always been more than a little interested in it, and his…research, today, had only confirmed it.

There was something about being controlled, about being submissive and willing to someone's every whim that made his mouth go dry and his stomach flutter. And he couldn't deny that there was something even more appealing about Kiyoshi being the one to dominate him, to use him and degrade him…

The terms of the arrangement weren't unreasonable, not even entirely unexpected. It was the arrangement itself that had surprised him, really. In all honesty, River hadn't expected for Kiyoshi's interest to be held for longer than that first night in the club – and he definitely hadn't expected himself to keep craving Kiyoshi's touch.

True to his word, Kiyoshi returned a few minutes before seven. He peeled off his dark blue suit jacket and threw it over the back of a chair. "Christ, I hate people who work on Saturdays," he muttered, yanking at his tie to loosen it. River was abruptly reminded of their first meeting and felt heat start to creep up his neck. "Persistent, cranky assholes."

"Bad day?" River asked hesitantly, not sure if it was his place to ask. Kiyoshi raised his eyebrows, apparently surprised at the question.

"Not exactly," he said. "Hard one, maybe, but we got shit done, at least. Annoying, but productive."

River followed him into the living room, where Kiyoshi ended up collapsing down onto the couch. River followed suit, sitting down more conventionally beside him.

"Enough about my day, though. You do anything with yours? Come up with an answer for me, maybe?"

River swallowed. The room felt stifling, suddenly – darker, bolder, everything seductive and alluring. Kiyoshi had pulled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his toned forearms and the top few buttons of his shirt were loose so that some of his chest was exposed. His elbows were balanced on his knees as he leaned forwards, looking expectant.

"Yes," he replied, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Yes, I want to, to enter a BDSM a – arrangement with you."

Everything seemed to shift, at that moment. All he could see, all he was aware of was his body, Kiyoshi beside him, their proximity – his quickened breathing and the faintly crooked half-smirk on Kiyoshi's face, the warmth of Kiyoshi's body so close to his.

"Yeah?" Kiyoshi's voice was low and drawling, a little teasing with the faintest, darkly sweet undertone. "You sure, kitten? I won't be angry if you say no."

River nodded. "I – I'm sure."

"Prove it to me. What is it about the lifestyle that appeals to you, specifically?"

River's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. He bit at his lip nervously and reached up to tug reflexively on his fringe. He'd never said any of this out loud, not seriously, not as anything but a joke if he even touched on anything remotely close to the subject at all. There really hadn't been any reason for his friends to know at all – and though he hoped that they wouldn't mock or recoil away, there was always that persistent fear deep in his chest. And none of his past partners had really gotten it at all – if not immediately put off by the thought, too nervous, too hesitant, this is fucked up, I shouldn't be doing this to you – and though he appreciated their concern, he couldn't help but feel resigned to his eternal frustration.

Now he was being given the chance to speak about everything, all of his desires, all of his most…depraved kinks. Kiyoshi was looking steadily at him, ever-attentive despite River's long pause, his eyes dark and expectant.

"Being, being made to – to," River whispered, his face flushed hot with a mixture of hot shame and arousal, his clothes suddenly constricting and the bleeding light of the setting sun suddenly jarring. "To lose control," he breathed, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders at the admission, and yet feeling as if there was an unbearable pressure on his chest. "Being vulnerable, at someone else's mercy."

River swallowed hard, his face and neck burning. Kiyoshi reached over, his hand hovering over River's, clasped in his lap, the knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping himself to stay grounded.

"Can I?" Kiyoshi asked quietly. "I'm just going to put my hand on yours. Is that all right with you?"

River nodded jerkily. Kiyoshi rested his hand on River's. The skin on his palm was faintly calloused in places but otherwise smooth, and the feeling, the gentle pressure, was more than a little comforting.

"Easy, kitten. You're doing well. You don't have to be nervous, I'm not about to judge you."

River shook his head. "It's, it's not that I – that I don't know, that I'm, I'm not sure about this, it's just," he stammered. "I've never…not to anyone, not out loud…"

"Yeah, no, I get it. Well, we all start somewhere," Kiyoshi said. "It's fine. Take your time. Keep going, kitten."

A long, slow exhale that helped him to feel calmer, more himself. He did want this – and Kiyoshi was the one who had brought it up, after all. He plunged onwards, more confident. "Being degraded," he admitted. "Humiliated, and used. My only purpose to please my, my master," he finished, unable to repress a thrill at using the word."

"Good kitten," Kiyoshi praised him, and River nearly preened. It was a relief to be able to say everything aloud, to hear it ringing in his ears with a certain finality. "I suppose you'd like to know what's in it for me?"

At River's soft yes, Kiyoshi proceeded. "Fairly similar to yours – or rather, a counterpart to you, which makes everything easier. I like being in control, absolute, complete control over someone – over my submissive, molding them to be my perfect little pet, and demanding obedience from them for me to use, making them absolutely aware that they are mine, and mine alone to use. Are you following with me, kitten?"

"Yes," River breathed. His pants were now uncomfortably tight, his entire body flushed hot at the prospect, his mouth dry and his lips red and slick with the number of times he had bitten at them. Kiyoshi's hand was still on his, a steady, grounding pressure.

"Good." Kiyoshi's tone became serious, suddenly, authoritative and stern. "Now, let's make this clear – you, as the submissive, are the one that dictates most of the limits of this relationship." When River started at his vehemence, he paused for a second and glanced at his reaction. Seeing nothing discouraging, he continued. "Yes, I'm the Dominant, but whatever you tell me that you're not okay with, I won't do, regardless of whether or not that's something I'm into. If you safeword out, I will stop, regardless of whether or not you choose to tell me a reason, or if you even have a coherent reason at all. You set the basis of the rules. I'll add my own on, definitely; I have limits, too, and you need to be aware of them, even if I'm the one taking charge during scenes. You should know this already, but…"

"I do," River confirmed hastily. "Know, that is. Can I – what are your, your limits?"

Kiyoshi glanced at him, looking slightly perplexed. "I would've asked for yours, first…unless you want me to –" he seemed to understand River's hurried, fumbling, mostly incoherent explanation – he didn't want to go first, he needed reassurance that this was all right, that this was fine and acceptable and expected, "all right, then. Hard limits first. Ah, no scat, no watersports – honestly, I don't think I absolutely mind the idea of it, it's just, the cleanup," he grimaced. "Medical play, because really, I can't find anything sexy at all about hospitals, and I don't have the equipment for it, anyway. Ageplay, it just feels, ah, wrong. All forms of edgeplay – bloodplay, knifeplay, breathplay…I'll extend it to waxplay, too, because I don't trust myself not to scar someone for life," Kiyoshi admitted, frowning. "Lastly, ah, CBT. Cock and balls torture," he elaborated, though River's shudder was more at the thought of it than from confusion. "Electric stimulation, usually. It doesn't appeal to me, and I'm absolutely not trained, so even if I was into it, I wouldn't do it. Are you following so far, kitten?"

"Ye – yeah. And – and soft limits?" River asked. It was lucky, really, that Kiyoshi's list was straightforward and to the point, easier for him to remember.

"Not much. If I'm not absolutely opposed to things, I'm usually open to give anything a try. Feminization, really, is the only thing that I'd put under my soft limits. I'll make mention of exhibitionism, for what I consider to be obvious reasons, considering my, ah, prominence, but it's not really something I'm against, just something we can't do. And, I suppose, gagging. Which I've done before and enjoyed, but really, kitten, the sounds you make are much too pretty for me to even think about gagging you."

River nodded to show his comprehension, but contrary to what he had hoped, Kiyoshi's direct, matter-of-fact list had made him even more flustered. He felt entirely ridiculous, both in the face of his incompetence as compared to Kiyoshi's cool composure, and the fact that he was reacting so utterly irrationally.

"You have a safeword, kitten?"

River nodded. "Mercy," he admitted, his voice quiet and tense. Kiyoshi raised his eyebrows at the tone, but let it slide.

"All right. We'll keep the colour system in mind too, though, in case you want to slow down but not actually stop. You're familiar with it?"

"Green for go," River recited automatically. "Yellow to slow down. Red for full stop."

"Good kitten." River's lips twitched up weakly at the praise, but he couldn't bring it in himself to feel anything besides crippling awkwardness and nerves. Kiyoshi glanced at him, a frown tugging at his lips.

"Problem?"

River hesitated, indecision and embarrassment battling with rationality that manifested itself in a fluttering stomach and a pang through his head, then sighed in defeat. "I just – it's weird, saying it, discussing it in your living room, when everything's so, so normal, and – I just, it's not something that I ever, you know, advertise about myself, or talk about, or even usually think about, because fuck," he swore, a little uncharacteristically, but his voice was shaking and his breath was coming out in little, hitched pants, and his eyes were prickling treacherously. "It's weird, isn't it? And you're so calm, but I'm just a mess, honestly."

"Hey," Kiyoshi said, running his thumb over River's knuckles. "It's really not as weird as you think. I can't blame you, it's the first time you've really had any exposure to this, right?" River mumbled his assent. "It's a pretty big community. And really, it doesn't have anything to do with having a traumatic past or having these tendencies in everyday life – you don't have to think that you're less respectable, just because you like being treated a certain way in the bedroom. If it's too much for you –"

"No, no," River rushed to say. Though he'd read up on everything Kiyoshi had said, it was reassuring, to hear someone say it out loud with such a steady conviction. "I want this, I definitely want this, it just, everything feels so surreal. It's a little hard to believe that this is happening at all."

Kiyoshi appraised him, his gaze cool and piercing. Seeing, perhaps, the clear resolution behind River's fluttering nervousness, he seemed to reach a conclusion.

"Maybe we just have to get you into the mood, then."

After confirming, multiple times, that River was absolutely fine (more than fine) with being restrained and blindfolded, Kiyoshi led him to a room across from the master bedroom. River hadn't noticed it during the day; he hadn't really bothered going much of anywhere besides one of the guest bedrooms. It came as a surprise, then, to find that it was locked.

"It's a precaution," Kiyoshi said. "I've got guests in sometimes – I have to, because one of the unspoken rules of being a CEO is apparently that I have to invite a couple fucking assholes in to work on shit at some point. They don't investigate around, usually, but the last thing I need is for them to walk into my sex dungeon."

"Sex dungeon," River repeated faintly, because it did sound a little ridiculous when Kiyoshi said it, sounding vaguely pissed off and perpetually sarcastic. And the thought of a dungeon in a penthouse apartment was a little amusing.

"Well, it's more of a sex renovated guest bedroom, but, well, semantics." Kiyoshi paused before pushing the door open, turning to look at River. "You remember the rules?"

"Green for – for a kink," River repeated. "Yellow, for a soft limit. Red for a hard limit."

"Good. And your safeword?"

"Mercy."

"Good kitten. What do you call me, when play starts?"

River swallowed. "Master," he whispered, and though arousal shuddered across his skin, the corners of his lips twitched upwards when he recalled the conversation. "Not Sir, not Mr. Nakano, please. Short of it making me feel old, it reminds me of work, and fuck knows I won't be able to get it up then. And, well, last thing I need is to be conditioned to pop a boner during a meeting."

"You ready?"

River nodded, his voice shaking with nervous excitement. "Yes."

The first thing that River noticed was that it was very different from the pristine, chrome-coloured modern sleekness of the rest of the apartment. The blinds were drawn shut, so that no sunlight reached the room at all. All a dark, wine red and solid black, lit with a dim light. The lofty bed was the center of the room, black supports arching up imposingly above it, with…straps protruding from the four corners. All along the walls, there was equipment hanging – harnesses with silver glints of metal, long, slim floggers, a shelf of penetrative toys…

"Clothes off," Kiyoshi said, his quiet voice carrying through the silent room. It was an order, but his voice was still soft and his posture relaxed – a confirmation, for River, that play hadn't started yet. "Onto the bed."

River shrugged off his jacket and stripped of his clothes. Naked, his heart pounding in his chest, he slipped over to the bed and sat down. He glanced up at Kiyoshi, waiting for another order.

"Lie on the bed, arms and legs spread."

The sheets were soft, slippery against his skin. He stretched his arms upwards, skimming across the material with his fingertips. Spreading his legs apart came with the realization that the bed was incredibly vast, which made him feel all the more vulnerable – small, even spread out as he was, meekly, obediently waiting for orders.

"I'm going to restrain your hands, now." The words were accompanied by the soft shink of metal on metal, a sound that sent shivers down River's spine and made his eyes widen.

River couldn't crane his head upwards to see, but he felt cool leather close snugly, first around one wrist, then another, and heard the faint clink of the short metal chain that attached the cuff to the strap as Kiyoshi tugged on it.

"Too tight?" He asked.

"No," River said faintly. It was taking a great deal of effort to try and clamp down on his arousal – something that was a little embarrassing, considering play hadn't even started yet. ""Keep, keep going."

The same process was repeated with his ankles, the leather pulled snug around his skin. He tugged experimentally, and found that there was a little bit of slack for him to move each of his limbs a couple of inches, but not nearly enough for him to be able to sit up.

Enough to struggle a little, but not nearly enough to resist, he thought, and his breath caught in his throat at the prospect.

"Lift up your head, kitten. I'm going to blindfold you."

The red blindfold was silken, something Kiyoshi seemed to be partial to. River didn't mind in the slightest – the softness was pleasant against his skin. The plunge into darkness made him suddenly hyperaware, ears straining for every sound of movement, every touch amplified a hundred times against infinitely more sensitive skin, and his eyes flickering behind closed eyelids in a vain attempt to see anything beyond faint suggestions of shadows.

"Everything all right, kitten?"

"Yes," River breathed, completely still but for the rise and fall of his chest. Motionless, quiet, obedient…submissive.

"Good. The scene starts now."

A shift settled heavily over them. Kiyoshi's voice lowered, darkened, and all River could do was wait, prone and vulnerable and completely at his mercy. He craned his neck, trying uselessly to see where Kiyoshi was, but to no avail.

Suddenly, there was the sensation of Kiyoshi's hand, resting cool on his flushed chest. "Mm, naughty." River felt a shiver run down his spine. He flicked out a tongue to wet his parted lips, staying very still as Kiyoshi seemed to circle around him, the presence of his hand gone. "I might need to do something about that. Tell me, what should I call my kitten when he's being punished?"

River let out a shaky, shuddering exhale. "Ah –" he gasped as Kiyoshi ran his fingers down his arm, jerking a little in surprise and hearing the chink of the cuffs again. "Slut," he whispered. "Cockslut. bitch, whore" he broke off with a sharp inhale as Kiyoshi pulled away, leaving his skin cold and bare.

"Like being degraded, humiliated, then, my little slut?" Kiyoshi probed.

"Green," River said breathlessly. "Master," he added, feeling himself flush hot with arousal.

"Being punished? What if I spanked your ass with my hand until you were crying and begging me to stop, hm?"

"Green, Master," River gasped, shuddering when Kiyoshi stroked his hand across his cheek, the lightest touch jarringly different to the growled prospect of punishments.

"What if I went harder? Took a cane to you, left a few marks so you'd remember what a naughty little bitch you'd been?"

"Green, Master."

"And a whip, marking up that delicate pale skin, all up and down your back? Or maybe a flogger, so this little cockslut would really remember not to disobey his Master?"

"Green, green, Master," River said fervently, fidgeting restlessly. His arousal was already evident, his cock half-hard from the idea of being punished alone.

"That's right, whore, I'm your Master," Kiyoshi said, sounding darkly pleased with the way the word fell easily from River's lips. "And I won't hesitate to discipline you if you're not following my orders," Kiyoshi purred into River's ear, making him shiver and his breathing quicken. His voice was low, soft, almost loving in the way he seemed to relish the idea of punishing River – and that alone made River vibrate with excitement. "Now, what do I call my good little kitten that obeys my orders?"

River made a soft sound in his throat when Kiyoshi brushed against his thigh, but rushed to respond. "Pretty boy," he uttered. "Good boy…pet," he admitted. "Kitten," he added, blushing furiously, fidgeting in his restraints.

"Pet." Kiyoshi seemed to taste the word on his tongue, almost thoughtful. River let out a breathy whine at the word. "Would my little pet like petplay, by any chance? Would he like it if I put a collar on him, and made him crawl on his hands and knees on the floor, completely naked except for a buttplug with a little kitten tail in his ass?"

"Green, Master," he panted, burning with the idea of the humiliation, the utter sense of belonging to Kiyoshi so absolutely that nothing else mattered.

"So my little slut likes being owned, does he?" River nodded frantically, yes, yes – "what if I was the only one that was allowed to get you off, hm? If I put you into a cock cage so that you couldn't even touch yourself, just to remind you that your pretty cock doesn't belong to anyone but me?"

River let out a whine at the idea, shuddering with pained arousal. "Green, Master."

"Mm," Kiyoshi hummed. "I imagine that my kitten would get quite frustrated, the little slut that he is. He might even beg for me to take care of his problem for him, and I might just let him, because I imagine that'd be quite a pretty sight, his cock red and leaking in the cage and him on his knees, crying, begging to come…should I make you beg, whore?"

"Green, Master." River's voice had gone high-pitched, almost a whining cry. His cock was undoubtedly completely hard, and every single one of Kiyoshi's unexpected touches on his skin, made electric and shocking by his inability to see and flinch away, was exhilarating.

"My bitch likes to be teased," Kiyoshi mused, his lips brushing across River's collarbone and making him keen, stretching upwards and tugging restlessly at the cuffs. They held fast, the leather constantly rubbing against his skin, an ever-present reminder of Kiyoshi's control over him. "What if I didn't let him come when I was fucking him, hm? If I made him wait for permission, if I told him to wait for his reward like a good boy?"

"Green," River nearly sobbed at the prospect. "Master."

"And if I decided that my whore didn't deserve my cock, if I teased him with toys instead? If I made him fuck himself on a dildo instead and watched my desperate slut get off on a rubber cock? Or if I teased him with anal beads and set them to vibrate up his tight little ass…would my whore like that?"

River was sobbing, gasping as Kiyoshi brushed his fingers across his swollen, sensitive nipples, jolting so hard that his back left the bed for an instant. "Green, Master."

Kiyoshi toyed with his nipple, rubbing the bud under his fingertips and eliciting a high-pitched whine from River's throat. "What if I decided that I didn't want to wait for my kitten to prep himself? If I made him wear a buttplug, stretching him open all day so he'd be loose and ready for me when I wanted him? Or maybe I'd take prepping him a little too far, and decide that maybe he could take my fist up his ass?"

"Green, green, Master."

"Mm," Kiyoshi seemed to contemplate for a second, continuing to tease and abuse the sensitive skin of River's nipples, making him whine and thrash as best he could in the cuffs. The reminder that he was held tight, though, only served to further his arousal. "What about cuckolding, if I made this slut watch as I fucked someone else in front of him –"

"Yellow," River breathed, revealing his first limit. "Master."

Kiyoshi stroked across his cheek once, and it seemed to be a reassurance that he had heard. The moment was gone, seconds later, but it was enough. "Interrupting me when I'm talking? Is it your place to do that, bitch?"

River inhaled, a long, shaky breath. "No, Master. Sorry, Master."

"That's right, bitch. If it happens again, I'll have to punish you."

A physical shudder of arousal shivered down River's body. "Yes, Master," he whispered. "Please…" he moaned, when Kiyoshi tugged at his nipple, hard.

"Don't you look pretty like this, all spread out and hard for me," Kiyoshi commented. "What a pretty boy." River preened under the praise as best he could, straining upwards into Kiyoshi's touch with soft, breathy whimpers. "You think you would look good in a dress, pretty boy? If I called you a sissy boy, dressed you up in pink and really made you my bitch?"

River was silent, unsure how to answer. "I – I don't know, Master," he whispered, shivering when he felt Kiyoshi trail his fingers teasingly down his body, past his stomach and achingly close to his cock.

"Mm, let me make it a little simpler for my kitten. You want to be a pretty little sissy boy?"

"Red," River said quickly. "Master." He shied away automatically at the thought of it. First hard limit.

The gentle pressure of Kiyoshi's thumb, sweeping across his jawline, another silent acknowledgement. "And if I used it as a punishment, kitten? Humiliated you like the little cockslut that you are?"

"Red, Master," River said again.

"Mm, Then, does my kitten like being pretty for me? Pretty little panties stretched tight over that pretty little cock and ass – would my pretty boy like that?"

River took a shuddering breath. "Green, Master."

"I can imagine my kitten in tiny, skimpy silk panties," Kiyoshi murmured, his voice low and growling with lust. "Black, maybe red, looking absolutely gorgeous against his skin, maybe with some lace against his thighs. Maybe after he's been spanked, so his red ass peeks out." Kiyoshi's mouth was suddenly hot on his, drawing out a moan from River, yanking upwards to try and pull him closer but completely unable to because of the restraints. They rattled musically as he strained upwards, seeking the heat of Kiyoshi's mouth, his body, his touch. "And maybe I'd make him come in them, touching him through those panties, seeing him leak onto the front of them and ruin them, show him what a dirty little slut that he is."

"Yes, Master, please," River begged, his arousal so prominent that his cock was achingly hard and no doubt beading with precome. "Master, I – I need…"

"Hm, my kitten's been a good boy," Kiyoshi said musingly. He flicked at the tip of River's cock and made him let out a wild cry of pain, his heart racing in his chest and his entire body going hot. "Does he deserve a reward?"

"Yes, Master, please," River whined, yanking at his restraints. "Please, Master, want – want to –"

"What does my pretty boy want? Does my good boy want Master's cock?"

"Want – want Master's cock," River gasped. "Want to suck Master's cock, want Master to, to come on my face…"

"Want to make me feel good, do you?" River nodded, whined a plaintive yes. "Such an eager little kitten."

Kiyoshi's presence beside him was gone, and River heard the sound of clothes being tossed carelessly aside to the floor. Moments later, the bed dipped with Kiyoshi's weight, evening itself back out seconds later. River tossed his head back and forth, trying to tell from faint impressions and shadows what was going on, but it was all the more thrilling and electrifying when everything was unexpected.

"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth until you choke," Kiyoshi growled. "I'm going to show you that you're mine to use, however I want. You want my cock, bitch? Take it."

Kiyoshi's hard cock pressed at his closed lips. River opened his mouth, slipping his tongue out and lapping eagerly at the tip, tasting the bitter saltiness. When it nudged insistently at his lips, he parted them, taking as much of it as he could down his throat.

It was degrading, entirely humiliating, gasping and panting for breath as he licked and sucked at Kiyoshi's stiff cock, spit running down his chin and unable to use his hands to do anything at all but to strain uselessly at the cuffs. And yet it made arousal pool low and hot in his stomach, made his body shudder and hum with the ecstatic pleasure.

Kiyoshi thrust upwards into his mouth and he choked, gagging on the burn of his cock at the back of his throat. His eyes were streaming, leaking into his hairline from behind the blindfold.

"That's right. Worship my cock, you little slut. Keep on working that filthy mouth of yours."

River sucked until his cheeks were hollowed out, swiping his tongue across the thickness of Kiyoshi's cock, unable to repress little whimpers and sobbing moans as Kiyoshi fucked harder into his mouth, making his eyes and nose burn and his mind almost delirious with pleasure, his neglected cock aching and making everything infinitely more pleasurable.

Kiyoshi pulled his cock out of River's mouth with an obscene pop and a whine of protest from River, who was panting for breath, flushed and sweating. There was the slick sound of wet skin on skin – and less than a second later, hot spurts of come splattered across his face, coating his cheeks and his lips. He gasped from the suddenness, blinking behind the blindfold. He sucked at the come on his bottom lip and bit down hard as he came with a cry. Come streaked across his stomach, wet and sticky.

"Dirty, depraved little slut," Kiyoshi almost crooned, coldly pleased in River's loss of control. The sound of River's panting was the loudest sound in the room, his chest heaving. Everything was starting to blur a bit around the edges, going darker, quieter, softer. "Came just from sucking my cock, did you?"

"Yes, Master," River replied. His throat ached, but it didn't seem to matter – not enjoying the burn, exactly, but as if it wasn't all that important, not a part of him at all. Nothing mattered, except that he could respond to Kiyoshi, obey his orders, be a good kitten for him all day.

"Look at what a mess my little slut's made of himself," Kiyoshi observed. He roughly swiped a finger through the come on River's left cheek. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, using his finger to tap at River's lips.

He sucked obediently on Kiyoshi's finger, tasting him, diligently licking him clean. Even though he was still blindfolded, he closed his eyes in a strange state of bliss, still meekly licking Kiyoshi clean.

"That's a good kitten," Kiyoshi praised. River made a soft sound at the back of his throat, almost too dazed to make any sound at all.

"Play time's over," Kiyoshi declared, already starting to undo the blindfold, and swiftly, the blindfold and the cuffs fell away to leave River blinking dazedly in the dim, jarring light.

"Ah," Kiyoshi laughed quietly when River attempted to burrow into the warmth of his bare chest, feeling suddenly, strangely cold. "You're so out of it," he said, his voice warm with amusement. He rubbed a hand in slow, gentle circles across River's back, slipping the other arm under his curled-up legs. "Come on, kitten. Let's get you cleaned up."

It is my goal to try and accurately represent the BDSM lifestyle, but then again, plot does occasionally get in the way - a dry discussion of limits over dinner, let's say, while absolutely essential, is not necessarily the most entertaining thing to read. That being said, the play that takes place here has enough boundaries set that I would consider it safe, as a submissive - but each person has their different limits and each pair has a different dynamic and initial bond.

This is the part where I will explain, dry, and without plot, some key considerations of the BDSM lifestyle. Reading this isn't necessary to enjoy Larkspur, not at all, but none of my notes usually are, unless you read for the warnings. However, if your goal is to understand, I will do my best to explain. You could also just google BDSM on the internet, but that would also probably give you a great deal of porn videos.

1. Safewords are incredibly important, for both the Submissive and the Dominant. Dominants can be overwhelmed, too, despite the fact that they are the ones that take control during a scene. A safeword is a word that will be said to immediately stop play, no questions asked. River's is a common one, but it can be anything that the submissive wants, provided that it is something they will remember and will not say accidentally during sex - something like stop or no, for example, would not be likely to work, since there are many kinds of play that are centric on some degree of consensual, ah, resistance, on the part of the submissive. Kiyoshi's isn't actually said in this chapter, but both River and Kiyoshi agreed to keep the colour system in mind, which means it would have been easy for him to simply call red if he felt that he could no longer continue play. Always, always agree on a safeword before engaging in any type of play, even if it is simply using the colour system.

2. Discussion of limits is just as essential. Each person has things they will and will not do. A hard limit is something you absolutely will not do, under any circumstances - a common one is edgeplay, because of the degree of risk involved. But a hard limit can absolutely just be something that's just not sexually appealing to the individual as well. Regardless of whether someone gives a reason for their limits, like Kiyoshi does, or doesn't elaborate, like River, they absolutely must be respected. A soft limit is something you might be open to doing, after time. It is for this reason that Kiyoshi makes mention of feminization during the scene, but doesn't touch on edgeplay, ageplay, etc.. In time, a soft limit might become something the pair is willing to try, whereas a hard limit is not nearly as negotiable. Have an idea of appealing and unappealing kinds of play before entering a BDSM relationship - all the services I've encountered have had consultation sessions available, though generally not for those that are completely ignorant to the lifestyle.

3. Subspace and the lesser emphasized, I'd say, topspace, are both things to keep in mind. River has ended up in subspace twice so far, once towards the end of this chapter, and a slightly more watered-down version a few chapters previously. Subspace is characterized by the submissive feeling, in essence, completely submissive - as if they could follow orders, obey the dominant forever, and a sort of dissociation with physical feeling and emotion, and detached from reality, and usually a loss of coordination as well. It is not technically dangerous, but it can be if the Dominant is not alert and aware enough to notice that the Submissive is no longer completely alert. It means that they will not necessarily respond to pain, and will sometimes become nonverbal and unable to say their safeword even if things register as becoming overwhelming. This is why nonverbal 'safewords', or rather, gestures, are also required, in case of such a loss of the ability to verbalize. This is also used when the submissive is gagged or otherwise rendered unable to speak. Kiyoshi and River did not have one because of the setup of the scene - the fact that Kiyoshi was constantly asking questions and waiting for a response means that a lack of one would have alerted him to the fact that River was no longer able to verbally respond, and he would have stopped play once that had occurred. Topspace is the Dominant equivalent of subspace, where the top, the Dominant, feels as if they are completely in control and could keep giving orders forever.

4. Aftercare is something that has been mentioned, but not explicitly shown - but it will definitely make an appearance soon, perhaps in the next chapter. Aftercare is extremely important, and takes place after a scene is completed. The duty usually falls to the Dominant, though it is not always the case. Generally, the Dominant is to take their Submissive, usually in subspace, out of the confines of the scene - in this case, removing River's blindfold and his restraints and cleaning him up. Physical contact is incredibly helpful, as is, really, any kind of attention to comfort the partner in a vulnerable state.

5. Neglect of aftercare can lead to something called a drop - either a subdrop, which is generally more common, or a topdrop. The scientific explanation is a sudden crash of endorphins and adrenaline after or even during a scene, and causes symptoms very similar to depression. The magnitude will depend on the intensity and nature of the scene. Symptoms can manifest between 24-72 hours, and can last up to two weeks. The reason why Dominants, or tops, experience this less often is because they do not usually reach the levels of high adrenaline that Submissives usually do.

Really, I would have included less of an, ah, abrupt ending to the chapter, but I'm already well over 6k words. I suppose it will simply be something to look forward to in the next chapter.

- asterire