‘I’ve been offline for a while so I missed Miss Thorne’s birthday. Sorry darling, you are more than welcome to punish me for being so naughty. I will more than make it up to you. Promise. I love you, Lucy, xx’
Confession [@sometemplarguy]
‘Oh, how I would wish to see Kesegowaase, especially scarred Kesegowaase, brutally dominating Shay, “punishing” him for something. And Shay of course enjoys every minute of it. I am a pervert, not a monster :D’
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‘I want to train Evie into a Dominatrix, and then tag-team dominate every other assassin in the games. Except Connor, who is a cinnamon roll with whom we will share our pizza.’
Confession [@laughingcatdog]
To teach Guernica a lesson, I make him eat me out while he’s tied up kneeling on the floor. he gets so hard, but he can’t touch himself until I say so.
‘It’s my first time to play AC Syndicate and I finally get why Jacob got a lot of confessions. He’s like the bad boy you want to tame but you know he’s gonna turn into a good boy when you treat him right. And by good boy I mean the submissive fuck me hard please master/mistress kind. Oh yes.’
Jacob and I are very committed to each other, but that doesn’t mean our bed isn’t welcome to someone else. The only problem is, we haven’t really found someone who we’re both attracted to and would very much want to share between ourselves.
That is, until we both meet Ignis. I find myself drawn to his intelligence and how calculated he is. I never expected Jacob to like him at all; Ignis does share some qualities with Evie, whom Jacob never really worked well with. But I was surprised when he admitted that he was attracted to him as well.
“I want to see that perfect hair ruined and that body sweaty in our bed,” Jacob reveals as we watch Ignis quietly go about his business. “I bet he’s a real freak.”
I nod, licking my bottom lip. “I want to see him *ruined*, period. A guy like him has got to have a lot of pent-up emotion bubbling inside,” I add in a hushed tone.
Jacob smirks when Ignis glances at us. He makes sure to maintain eye contact with the other man when he leans down to press his lips against my ear. “You up for a game, love?” he whispers, nibbling on the sensitive shell. The action dazes me for a second, and I bite my lip, a moan escaping me unbidden.
“G-game?” I reply throatily. Ignis keeps staring at us, his eyes clear even through his glasses.
“We each play ‘The Desecration of Iggy’, see what makes him lose that precious control.“
I snort softly at the name. “So we seduce him separately. That’s unfair. You’re a little ahead of that game, Jacob.”
“Don’t be too sure. I’ve seen how he looks at you.” He leans further down then and nips my neck.
I gasp at the sensation. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Jacob hums in agreement and starts sucking on the sensitive skin. My eyes flutter, but I refuse to close them. Ignis is still watching us and I’m unable to break his gaze. The man frowns slightly, those green eyes almost hawklike; why do I get the feeling that he already *knows* what we’re planning?
I find myself turned on at the thought.
For the next several weeks we play our game. Whereas Jacob preferred to use more physical ways to seduce Ignis (sly gazes, soft touches, bending over while wearing his tightest pants), I would instead use words, carefully crafted to provoke a response from him. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work. Ignis never fails to be composed and formal to both of us, rebuffing us gently but with authority.
I’m utterly convinced that Ignis is just not attracted to us until one night when I come home to find Jacob tied up on our bed, a gag around his mouth, and a plug seated deep inside his ass. For a moment I wonder how in the world Jacob managed to tie himself up until I feel an arm curling around my waist, pulling me roughly against a warm solid frame. “You’re late.” I gasp when I hear Ignis’ deep purr.
That night, Jacob and I finally discover what makes Ignis lose his precious control. And it involves him watching both of us fuck each other while taking orders from him, and eventually him fucking Jacob while Jacob is inside me. Because *of course* he gets off from controlling others in bed.
‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’
‘I feel that Jacob is a bratty but very needy sub. He doesn’t want to admit it, but it turns him on when I get really dominant. He loves being manhandled, as much as I love him manhandling me. I just want to spank that ass so hard it turns as red as his cheeks.’
‘I love the idea of Clay dominating me, but I I would also love to push him down, tie him up, and ride him all night long.’
I’m pretty much a sub who loves to be dominated, and there’s no one I’d love to call ‘Master’ more than Haytham Kenway. I’d let him have his way with me, and I’d be completely at his mercy as he asserts his authority as Grand Master in that gloriously detached, cold demeanor of his. I’d work hard to win his approval, and when he is finally satisfied, he would pleasure me in turn, releasing all my pent-up desire as a reward for being his “good girl”.