do you understand that those who are serious about those kinks learn consent, risk-awareness, and aftercare. the ones who really want to practice those kinks without causing harm to anyone are the ones who learn and understand what consent means, and how to treat everyone's agency with respect. they know that what they can do can hurt someone in very real and lasting and traumatic ways, so they learn risk mitigation and risk management and they process what safety means. the ones who have fucked up kinks are the ones who know that they can leave you feeling everything it's possible for a person to feel, and without help and guidance those things will calcify in your body and leave you traumatised, so they care about looking after those they play with. the ones that don't learn those things leave a trail of broken people behind until they're cut out from the kink communities they're a part of.

You're reasonably fit, and outdoorsy, and every dominant friend you've ever had has tried to give you a bunny themed nickname. Put enough kinky friends in a room and the idea almost suggests itself.

Stumble, try to recover, and plant face first into sweet, cold dirt. Your body gasps for air, cyclically, without your consent, and you try to step out & above it. Strategize. Think over the nauseous, rapid thump of your heart in your chest.

The first time they caught you, it was just a blow job and a five minute head start. Hours ago. Round 3, or maybe 4, someone had the idea to spank you. You didn't want to spoil the fun, just a little sadism towards the end. Round 8, they had graduated to taking turns slapping you, two people pinning you by pulled arms against a tree. The bark abrasions on your back were still raw in Round 10 when they had the idea to cut fresh switches from the spring branches.

Cold wind rakes across your back. In the distance, stomping through the brush, laughs and chatter. Someone spots you, they think. A cheer goes up.

"Run rabbit! We're not done having fun!"

it's an inherently claustrophobic environment and that makes it so much easier for someone to box you in and force their dick between your thighs.

it's not comfortable for either of you— but they wanna rape you so badly that they're not concerned with their own comfort, and your discomfort is just a bonus for them.

you think about how easy it would be to get help if you could just reach the door handle, but they have your arms restrained and bent at weird angles and it hurts.

and then when you finally struggle enough to wretch your hand away and pull on the handle, you realize they turned the child safety locks on. then you realize the windows are tinted much, much darker than they should be.

you're not even sure there's anyone around to hear you scream.

Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.

Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.

I don't like to just launch into it so I usually have a prenegotiated "starting window" sort of thing. Like, "we will lie here and chill and watch this movie like normal and at some point during the movie I will initiate the scene". Right?

And then you're just there, trying to act normal, with that constant tension there. This is going to happen to you. You can't talk about it. Every move I make, you'll tense up, only to find I'm just reaching for water.

Talk about being shy all you want, I saw how you squeezed your legs together the moment I mentioned showing you off to my friends. You know I'm too possessive to let them touch you, but let them admire you and give me compliments for having such a good pet? Sounds perfect, doesn't it?

Maybe I'd let one of them hold a vibrator against you. You'd get sensitive so fast but I hope you'd remember you're entertainment, sweetheart. My perfect toy. And you sound so pretty whiny and blushing, getting more flustered with each compliment you get. Not to mention how pathetic you'd look trying to squirm away from the toy.