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a tale of agression... and i personally see a lot of hostess_of_the_apocalypse tendencies coming out in this... ask why if you want, but i'm tired and cranky, so nyah for now. names are changed, as usual.
this past friday i went out on 2 hours of sleep and some energy drinks and some weed and some booze and all kinds of corn... strange headspace, i remembered that there's a little cord in the top of the head that can be yanked in such situations to pull up the rest of the brain, and did so... as long as i was keeping myself bouncy and entertained i was fine, but as soon as boredom approached, *thwap!* right into wanting to sleep... anyhow... there's this gent named faust that i've seen out and about a few times, wants to play, keep telling him to go to tuesday goth night... he was at nargile on friday... started talking to him... first item of note was when he said the phrase "you can't hurt me." eyebrows shot up and took the corners of my mouth with them, oh the grin that resulted. "is that a challenge?" "sure. try it." "not here. i like this place; i don't want to get kicked out." i essplained that while i was a regular and thus he would go before i did, it was too likely that it would be both of us. i told him to wait until the proper time and place. chit chatting more. i had my leash around my waist as i often do... little mister faust first grabbed it without permission or comment, and then yanked it. "what makes you think you have permission to grab my leash?" "it's a bad habit." "yeah, well it ends *now*." "well, i don't know if it's a habit, you're the first person i've done that to." "and i'll be the last. that habit ends *now*. do you understand?" "yeah." (there may have been more, whee memory blurs!) wandered off a bit, here and there and everywhere, and when i next went over to caesar and the pixie cub, caesar said that faust had grabbed his collar... just the merest moment of snarling seethe, just enough to light the signal fires... "you want i should correct him?" "sure, if you want." (if i want? who does he think he's talking to! *grin*) so right at this moment faust comes up to us... i take him and start pushing him back... failed in getting him in an instant joint lock (practice, girl, practice! put it in meat_memory!), but leaned into him against the wall... there's a ledge against the downstairs wall opposite the bar, perfectly placed against the small of his back... one hand on his shoulder, the other free... "i hear you grabbed caesar's collar..." "yeah, i did." "and what the fuck makes you think you can do such a thing?" "i dunno, i just wanted to." hands come up to take pinching grip of the muscles on either side of the throat... not enough to harm, but enough to let him know his position, if he has half a brain. "let me explain. there are certain boundaries that you *do not cross*, and that is one of them. (blah blah blah, some other stuff in there.) you do *not* do that. do you understand?" he was silent, struggling. let go with one hand, put thumb into his trachea (in that little soft spot near the bottom that i love so dearly), applied just enough pressure to make him know what i had. "let's try this again. there are certain lines you don't ever fucking cross. that is one of them. you will *never* do anything like that again. do you understand?" (he was struggling, i was slowly increasing pressure, but not to the really really bad point just yet.) "fine." "yes or no. do you *fucking* (pressure) understand?" (and all the while i'm leaning in, making sure that ledge is starting to dig. "fine. yes." "just yes, or no. do... you... fucking... understand..." (and at this point i know it's really not a happy on his throat, and speaking was becoming and effort. "yes. i understand." release. "you'd better." shove him off. walk back over to the mates, trying so hard not to giggle immediately. related the tale, and just after i finished, faust comes up. he said that no one had ever done that to him before, no one had stood up to him like that. i grin; absolutely no giving ground now, especially since the pixie has decided that he's hot, and so grooming him for potential toy is possibly worthwhile. he goes off about how he's sorry, he didn't realize the rules but he does now, and though he respected me before, he respects me even more now. gushing. i'm trying to keep my grin regal. i might have almost succeeded.
yay over!
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