Fruity-Moth

This idea becomes especially interesting when you consider the fact that many people consider "cute" to be a complement, and, of course, it isn't very polite to refuse a complement. Nevertheless, in accepting being called cute, the callee has implicitly accepted a power dynamic where that callee is the less-powerful member. Furthermore, the caller has expressed that they inherently recognize a power dynamic between the two of them, that that power dynamic is one that they find desirable, and that they plan to perpetuate that dynamic.

There's much to work with here.

Oh I absolutely agree. Not only do I occasionally call a few regular conversation partners 'cute' for this exact reason, but I also know people that really don't like being called 'cute' because of this. I quite like how its role as a compliment makes it hard to refute. Funky emergent dynamic. It's fun. Literally cute. Very good, anon.

You'll know well before the planned date so you can prepare. Your hair and nails done, shopping for something new and lacy to match the rope we'll bind you in. Mentally you'll need to prepare as well. This is going to be one of the most intense nights of your life, sweet girl. You'll need to remember your breathing exercises.

Introductions will be brief. You thoughtlessly extend your trust to anyone I do. So as I smile and welcome her into my arms, you'll relax. This is someone I'm deeply friendly with. I'd never trust you with anyone that didn't have your best interests in mind, right?

We enter the play room and you can't help but notice the tools waiting for you. All neatly hung and cleaned. Plenty of room for the wide swings that some toys necessitate.

We'll undress you, catching up like old friends as the outfit you worked so hard to put together is tossed aside. The conversation will eventually focus on you. She'll compliment your form, your blush, the lace I dressed you in. She'll go through the safety check in. “Tell me your safe word. Show me your non verbal sign.”

After, you won't need to say anything. In fact, we're going to talk over you, openly discussing our favorite parts of you. Where we want to see marks. How much we think you could handle. You may be tempted to speak up, to offer what you think we may like. ‘Your ass carries stripes so well, but your back is difficult to mark’. We'll look at you like wolves being offered cuts from the lamb we're getting ready to butcher. Your eagerness is noticed, appreciated, but unneeded. We have the experience to carve you up, little girl.

Finally we come to an agreement. We bind your wrists together, anchoring them to the ceiling, chattering excitedly at each other as we work. Carefully a pair of blackout contacts are slipped into each of your eyes. We'll each take half of you. A side of lamb each to treat as a canvas.

Together we are more than the sum of our parts. When dommes enjoy working together, they start to learn each other's rhythm, and, more importantly, how to egg the other on.

Imagine being strung up in the dark. Blind and helpless, balancing on the tips of your toes. The only safety net you have is in the trust you have in me. One domme, you don't know who, gives you a gentle tap on your side only for the other to respond, lashing a crop into the arch of your body as it tries to escape the first.

Back and forth we'll tease you, building up our strikes before switching to crueler and more intense implements. You'll hear us excitedly offer the other tips to improve our swing, or offer spots that might be fun to hit. No part of you would be off limits as we work to turn you from a blank canvas, to art.

Our art. Our sobbing, shaking, broken art. When we're done we'll haul you down, hold you between us and slip the contacts from your eyes. Your first vision will be your naked body reflected back at you, carried between us, every inch of you decorated.

Anyone who has worked with setting up industrial robots knows that there is a teach/hand locate mode. you plug in a pendant, change a few settings, and now the robot is basically weightless. you can grab any of its joints and BY HAND, move it around. the robot will not resist - can not resist. all it can do is fight gravity. you typically do this to move all the joints of a robot into position for the next step which is

locking everything in place. now that you have positioned your robot how you want it, you need to keep it there while you set up other things. this is where the motor lock comes in. this enables when you exit hand locate mode. THIS is how you keep a robot in place. not with rope. nothing is going to make this robot move now. those joints are locked in place by the full might of electric motors, which by the way, have the MOST torque at low/0 rpm

if you do need to make it move while locked, you can enter jog mode and dial into a specific motor and slowly have it step forward or backward in small amounts. the position feedback on these joints is fed into a PID loop so that motion is not jerky or over/undershooting. so unless you go in and de-tune the PID control loop, your robot is not going to shiver or shudder in place

and lastly, the estop. this kills all power to all motors. if you hit this then gravity wins and your robot will collapse to the ground in a heap (and probably leave a pretty good dent in the floor)

now could i write smut where you hand locate a robot into a compromising position, lock in in place, aimlessly twiddle its PID values until its a shaky mess, fuck it senseless, and then hit the estop on the way out leaving on the ground in a crumpled heap?

"‘mech pilots are horny because they get sweaty and fuck after the fights’ you pedestrian, mech pilots are horny because the neural feedback loop from striking an acquired target w/ +90% accuracy on a full flight of LRMs makes most pilots leak in their seat. It’s not about two pilots, separated by mountains of metal, learning to mutually respect the others skill it’s about how these industrial war machines have direct lines into their nervous systems and an oxytocin & dopamine tap directly linking destruction to pleasure."

The council will decide your fate

(it's dronification, I'm afraid)