I loved this room.
It was not merely liking. It was not a simple act of enjoyment, or even adoration. I felt as though I’d reached the Mecca of my soul, and every act I brought to life in here would be a prayer to my Gods.
I derived amoral pleasure from the devious implements this room held, floggers, canes, whips, crops, and paddles filling an entire wall, and assorted instruments of torture hung over the remaining three: knives, spikes, dildos and vibrators of all types, clamps, candles for wax, ropes, halters, spreader bars, bit gags, ring gags, ball gags, inflatable gags, cock rings, humblers, ball-crushers, bondage mitts, and all manner of other delights. Crowded over the plush, luxurious black carpeting, curiously clean of the usual rank rich stink of sex, sweat and blood found in dens such as this, were apparatuses: no less than three horses, including a triangular wooden one, a mechanical rider, and a spanking horse; straps that worked by suspending the toy from the ceiling; a sensory deprivation box; a cage; a Saint Andrew’s Cross; and a number of others, including an over-large dog kennel.
Gracing it all, centered like the cella in the naos, the altar of a Grecian temple where the figure of the God sits, stood the wide king-sized bed with its opulent silk sheets, delicately embroidered with carmine and black vines and flowers, my favorite colors. Manacles hung open for use, coming in prongs from the wall and laying unassumingly on top of the patterned blankets, with more attached to each of the four posts, and a carven headboard with intricate whorls, perfect for feeding a rope through. I knew the keys to the manacles were in my pocket, though I wasn't sure how the knowledge had come to me. I was too delighted to wonder, however.
The slow beat of my demonic heart sped up a mite, thinking of the subjugation I could bring to life in here.
((Mun Post: My character, Karasu, is a sadist in canon, and I play him as a paraphiliac, so he has so many kinks the club can’t even handle him right now, most notably trichophilia, biastophilia, and a love of lust murders. I play him as being interested primarily in men and teenage boys, and he’s shallow, so they’re usually attractive, but other than that, Karasu is a filthy pervert so if you want to do something filthy and perverted, particularly non-con or BDSM, let’s do it! If you’re more powerful than him, feel free to rape him instead, by the way. He’ll put up an unholy fight, but it’s not at all impossible to win. Also, be aware, I won’t kill your character (unless you’d like me to), but Karasu has a fixation on death and his own despair that may very well act up.))