So as I get this post ready, I haven't even opened my file yet; another author talked about having multiple files open because she's struggling with mental health too. I've been failing to connect to "Typing My Love," so I'm going to take a break from it and open up "Laura Learns"- the ageplay "week" from my planned trilogy with Jack and Laura. Not sure what I'll share just yet, but I found in the midst of adjusting to an anti-depressant, I hadn't managed to post on my site at all since Feburary 21st for this hop.
Then I opened the file, took the word count (I'm taking part in a writing challenge), and picked some to share with you all before I hopefully start writing. I'm sharing from a chapter of "Laura Learns" where Laura and Jack are at a dinner party where everyone is in some kind of BDSM role.
Laura turned a page in the paperback she'd found in a pile of books; she felt a giggle tickling the back of her throat. I'm already thinking of Jack's home as my home. Well we are engaged. She watched Chris rolling on the floor, his nearness to John giving her a chance to glance at the naked man without being too obvious. I'm so glad ageplay at my age doesn't allow for so much nudity.
"Ple, ple, book!" Chris gurgled at her feet.
"No, little boy. You tried to bite it," Laura scolded.
"Saawwy!" Chris batted his eyelashes at her.
Nadia sat on the couch beside Laura. "Whatcha reading?"
"Black Beauty. I just love horses," Laura gushed, grateful for the chance to talk in role.
"Would you like to see my model horse collection?" Nadia smiled.
Laura scratched her nose. "I should ask my Father. Didn't you say dinner would be ready soon, ma'am?"
Nadia grimaced. Whispering, she said, "Sorry. I know it's in role for you, but being ma'am'd makes me feel squiggly."
Whispering as well, Laura asked, "We didn't really discuss respect language for adults. Is there something other than ma'am that you'd like?"
"Not sure there is something. Any other title used for femmes tends to be icky to me, for me. Thank goodness you're normally a sub like me."
Jack and Tonya joined them in the living room then.
Standing in front of them, Jack asked, "So Nadia, how much longer to dinner?"
"Ten minutes, sir. Might I ask for Laura if I can show her my model horse collection before dinner? When I offered to show it to her, she was a good girl and said she'd have to ask you, sir."
Jack nodded. "Thanks for offering to show her." He glanced at Laura. "No wondering off from Nadia's side."
"Yes, Sir," Laura murmured. She handed the paperback to him before getting up from the couch and following after Nadia. Not sure how I should present as a ten-year-old of a strict father, but I do like him in role. I'm not sure about my own role though.
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So, it's been weeks since I did this hop; it's been almost a month since I saw a psychiatrist as I'm writing this. I've been struggling to start writing before 10:30pm, even though I'm taking part in a writing challenge. The good thing about the medication is that it doesn't seem to have any sexual side effects, but that equally says I've made a habit of not writing in my depression and I can't seem to undo that habit. Well, I'm trying; I'm starting to write the sexy part at 6:12pm. It's a start. :D Audrey's in purple...
New boots. Few things make me as happy as new boots. Even with fishnet stockings on, I've still put talcum powder in the feet part to help with breaking them in. The laces press pleasantly into my shins then knees then thighs as I tighten them. After the second boot is on me, laces tightened, I let my hair fall from the clip so it half hides my face.
Do the boots and fishnets balance out the hair style in terms of gender presentation?
It's been a long time, sweet Audrey, since you asked what my gender is when I'm making love to you.
I've been trying to get your attention since you had fun with your hair, love. The boots look good on you; remember to call your therapist back.
Killjoy! You're supposed to be helping me write something sexy. Come here.
And do what? Let me bend you over and pull these tights down a bit. Yup, I agree with Shaman. You have a damn fine ass that I just love to grab. Are you feeling gendered now? Or are you feeling too needy of my touch to care? Tell me what you want, little love.
Has it been so long that my yes, our relationship isn't enough? Or are you feeling too mentally greedy for my words? Because your nails are just long enough to trace over my labia, between them, over my clit. Did you think to tease me with Onyx's aftercare blanket folded on your luscious bed?
Yes, love. I do love your body shining as with your psychiatric medication and heading toward menopause. Now who'd think that was sexy? Though with you loving my 69-year-old self? Look up at the screen of my thoughts as I part your lips with the tip of my tongue. You don't want other words for body parts?
Nah. I'm just naming a sense that was always there. Well, maybe. You mind “bound clitorophallus” for me to read, hear, think the word about my own body?
Sure, let me trace the hood of your bound clitorophallus, let me tease that erect clit as it fills with more blood. I love the way your thighs tense, first to keep your legs apart, then to keep my head right where it is. It's too long; will you come fast for me, love? Letting my hands slip down these boots, these stockings on your beautiful legs is leading me to my own pleasure.
Yes, yes! Need your tongue inside me, please. Let it slide into my cunt. Yes! I can't control my thigh muscles anymore, love. Your touch feels beyond amazing. Like that, just like that. I love feeling your tongue swirl around inside me, pushing my orgasm to continue. A gasp and groan in one escapes my lips only to be smothered by Onyx's blanket as you grab my hips to pull me up onto the bed, my knees pressing into the softness.
My cock slides into your wet pussy, my balls swinging forward to tap your lips, your bound clitorophallus. Your muscles squeeze so I wait a moment, my unbound clitorophallus to the root inside your sweetness. The black constriction of your boots makes me worry a moment about coming too fast; I wanna feel you come when my cock's inside you at least once. I reach forward to brush your hair to the side so I can see your eye, your parted lips. Moan for me, love.
I can't hold back my rippling pleasure as you start a slow withdrawal and thrust. Practicing belly dance blips on my mind's screen before I can only think on you joined with me. Coming, love. Can you feel it? You feel so good.
That's my girl. Ha, my. Let's recast the my's and say vanilla can be my too. Can we say that my is plural, like you and you? Because my is we and we're both feeling good. I can't hold back too much longer. You feel so good and vanilla lovemaking with you always seems so short since we don't have the foreplay or the other play of BDSM interaction.
But you know I love to watch you with your subs, even if I don't take part in that way? God, yes, like that, just like that. You gonna fill me? Please fill me. Find your pleasure too.
You're just liking I can see your thoughts since your mouth's producing babble. Yes, angel girl, I'm coming in your cunt. Fuck, yeah. Here you go over, I'm gonna lick you clean so my cum doesn't drip on those boots. Come for me again, my tongue pushing into your cunt?
Yeah, yeah. Love you. Gods, yeah, how you make me keep coming!
Love you, babe. Ready to sleep?
Ready to sleep.
Sorry I've been distant. Still recovering from a bad depression and finally getting in to see a psychiatrist. I had to test a text color thing for tomorrow's blog post. I'm doing #MasturbationMonday tomorrow. Woot! I am slowly working on "Typing My Love"- started during Nanowrimo 2017; I'm thinking to do Camp Nano in April so I have it and Maren Smith's 100 Day Writing Challenge to encourage writing.
I came out as non-binary, agender! Well, I've figured agender also feels right, but the reality that I'm non-binary came first. I need to put together the two parts of a vlog showing my hair transition. Hopefully I get about that soon.
So I rememberd #WipItUpWednesday, even if I messed up my Master's work schedule (off work Tuesday night, not Wednesday night). I'm sharing something different; I know :D like I never ever manage different LOL. But I'm going to share my editing note as the scene set up.
Is this even close to any prayer or would this be horrifically offensive to include in the book? This paragraph is lackluster from lack of knowledge and indecision on it.
Ziba stepped into the mosque and headed for the bathroom as she removed her head scarf. She quickly completed her ritual bathing and then moved to the prayer hall. Spotting an empty prayer carpet, she slipped her shoes off beside the wall before approaching the empty space. She knelt on the carpet and began doing whatever Muslims do when they pray. Her breathing pleasantly slowed as peace filled her. “Allah is above all people. Allah is peace. I wish to be a servant of Allah.” She continued through her prayers, focused on the connection.
Okay, trying to put together this post while my Master is being silly across the room, trying to give me the visual of Him putting a can of Mini Ravoli in my asshole and then using it as a plate; He suggested it could go in a book :D . However, I'm not giving you anything that graphic. I had a small window of feeling inspired to edit or write and my daughter got me wound up :(. I want to share a scene that happened "off screen" and I'm hoping to do more with it in my rewrite/continuing write, now that I'm working post-Nanowrimo with "Typing My Love." This is Happy, Iovita, and Mairead chatting while Ziba is off at her mosque praying.
While I'm not sure if I want it in story or just to know it happened in this section, I think about 3 months is a good time for one of the women to tell Happy about the phrase unbound clitorophallus and I think joy will prefer it to testicles. I'm still wondering about testicles though.
"I wonder if we might not have some fun the three of us, some time. Oh Happy, did you know you had it in you to be such a wonderful dominant?"
"You're going to make joy blush," Iovita typed.
"Are you trying to play in ways that might have gotten you in trouble within the scene?" Happy typed.
Mairead laughed. If only he... joy was able to add emotion to a phrase like that. I wonder if joys way of being might disincline joy to use emojis. She studied the private message box for a moment. Finding the emoji tab, she clicked on it before clicking on ten different emojis.
"Mairead?" Happy typed.
"I'm sorry. Just a fecking neurotypical ponder that I allowed to cause me to act."
"Apology accepted. Although I think there is promise within your emoji line. However, instead of the little picture emojis, how about words in [what are these punctuation called]? Like for instance, to say that I am smiling or feeling in a way that might encourage me to smile, I could type: I love Iovita and Mairead [smiling face with huge grin followed by two dark pink and red hearts.] My therapist introduced a tool that was created for work with Autistic children called social stories. Well it seems that my parents did basically that but used spoken words along with their expressions to try to teach me. Remember that while they could tell I was different, the philosophies of the commune meant that medical words like Autism were not used to describe me until I officially got the diagnosis."
"I like that! [smiling face with eyes closed to show excitement]. I love you too, Happy. Do you have any sense of how often you might like us to do these emojis-sentences?" Mairead asked.
After a few minutes of nothing, Happy typed, "Let us try once per sentence. I know it is asking a lot. [Yellow face with raised brown eyebrows, big white eyes that take up most of the face, small straight line of mouth.] And yes, I am aware that I just did a significantly more descriptive sentence because I looked at a page of emojis as I typed. I am not asking that of either of you."
"I can tell Ziba about this so she'll check out this conversation when she gets home," Iovita offered.
"I would appreciate that. LOL. So I was looking at how to go about describing the emoji named kissing face. [Face with a mouth that looks like a sideways W, eyes and eyebrows simple lines, a small circle of light red near the corners of the eyes.]"
"Ah, my love. I like the hugging face! The hands on the bottom of the emoji make me imagine us touching each other," Iovita typed.
Sighs, my life continues to be difficult and I'm hit or miss on posting, whether for this hop or because I've done something. I have to wait until the end of the month before I finally get to see a psychiatrist, but things are working closer to my goals. I've been tending to have this and "Laura Learns" open so I can write in whichever WIP catches my interest and/or inspiration; sadly it's neither too many days still. This week, I decided to share from "3 Months together" (where I'm editing currently). Happy and Iovita are talking.
"Okay, doing Ziba proud." Iovita clicked the submit button on her application to the University of Georgia. "Am I sure?"
A private message from Happy popped up. "How is the day treating you?"
"Hey, sweet. It's good. I just submitted my application to be a student at U of G," Iovita replied as she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. "You don't think Ziba will be upset that I pushed through and submitted without telling her yet?"
"Ziba respects education too much. I cannot imagine her being upset, but why did you not tell her?"
"Well I'll tell her once she gets online later. I did mention I was thinking to fill it out before she said good night. I have the night off work, so I may be on when she gets online the next, before I go to sleep." Because I wanted to do it on my own seems too lame.
"Yes, our time differences and Ziba's prayer times can make things tricky." Happy's cursor moved to the next line. "Did you pick a field of study? Or what was the correct term that Ziba keeps telling me?"
"Declare a major," Iovita replied. She considered the armrests of her new power chair. "Special education. Can you imagine a little kid who's never seen an adult in a wheelchair before? I mean, with the increased mainstreaming of Deaf children after oralism meant the firing of most Deaf teachers, too many Deaf kids have grown up expecting to die when they turned eighteen. I'd like to change that for wheelchair using kids."
"What wonderful care you have for others."
"Aw, thanks. Did the chocolates get to you?"
"Yes, they did, and I have had an enjoyable time learning to appreciate chocolates. Thank you so much."
An image of Happy reclining on her bed with melted chocolate across joys chest jumped into Iovita's head. Goodness, not in the middle of the day. It's not like Happy and I are in vastly different time zones after all
I wanted to make sure I didn't miss #WipItUpWednesday a 3rd week in a row, get some notes out of "Laura Learns" so I'd have a better idea of the book's length (looking to be shorter like "Laura Challenges," which was 47K after the editor did her magic, and also share a bit of scene that isn't going to be in the finished book because the chapter it would go in is in Jack's POV and this is in Laura's. After Jack is taken off in the adult bookstore to look at ageplay-related costumes, Laura discusses with the experienced Tonya about impact play.
"Now that he's gone, I have a few suggestions just for you," Tonya started, only continuing after Laura nodded, "You saw how he responded to the simple lash on his palms and what he's thinking on is way, way worse."
Laura swallowed hard. "Could you please do the same for me? He wasn't exaggerating about how little we've tried implements so far."
"Of course. Same deal. Palms out. Same strength I used on him?"
Laura nodded. The metal desk felt so cold against the tops of her hands as she pressed them down in the same place Jack had, her arms flexing as she tried to control the trembling that crept through her body.
Tonya traced the supple leather over Laura's left palm before lifting and bringing it crashing down again.
Moaning, Laura let her eyes slip shut.
"Something tells me where this challenge may be heading." Tonya rubbed her thumb over Laura's punished skin.
"I-I'm not into women," Laura protested.
"No, but you certainly enjoyed that in a way he didn't." Continuing to rub Laura's palm, Tonya urged, "Open your eyes, hon. That's all we're doing, 'cept for talking."
Laura wetted her lips with her tongue before complying. "I didn't just moan at that, did I?" she giggled.
"So teasing aside, I have a serious suggestion with the difference in your responses to a moderate lash with a simple strap. You should show him the four tailed tawse and once he's bent over the desk you should switch to a strap."
"Isn't this the sort of scene where a number of lashes is counted?"
"Often it is. What are you thinking for a number since he didn't have a request?"
"What if I said forty? That doesn't seem like too low a number, but not pushing him so hard that he's guaranteed to safe word. He should feel overall good, right?"
"I have to agree, since he isn't a serious masochist. It's too bad that the scene he wants doesn't allow for a warm up spanking. Unless—" Tonya started to laugh.
"What?" Laura demanded even as she joined Tonya in laughter.
"I could surprise him with a 'I think a little boy needs a spanking before he gets his scene. Do you think he'd be game?"
"That sounds like great fun. I love it! So did you have any other thoughts just for me?"
Controlling her mirth, Tonya asked, "Are you okay running with no script?"
Laura nodded. "I should just be able to watch some old movie to get an idea of how to start talking?"
"Yeah. Okay, let's join them. Chris, Amy, you both coming?"
Chris helped Amy to her feet. "Just after you, Momma."
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All that body hair in the inspiration picture led me to thinking of The Queen and Gaelan. The Queen has been a very bad boy- I've been tempted to ask Audrey to come collect her Onyx- and he has been trying to write this scene for me. You'd think a polyamorous man with so many submissives and non-D/s partners wouldn't need to bother his author to get more sex :D. But so I can get back to my WIP (it being a challenge in itself because I have a couple- straight, monogamous, cisgender, new to BDSM- and I hardly relate to them.) The Queen has the floor for awhile.
Rubbing his thumbs over Gaelan's stomach rolls, a few less than there had been months ago, The Queen enjoyed his boy's shuddering response to his touch. "How are you feeling about your body today, my little cub?"
"Better, my Queen." Gaelan's Adam's apple moved noticeably on his thinner neck. "I... I'm still wondering why... you, um... find me still... attractive, my Queen."
The Queen folded his hands against the nape of Gaelan's neck. "My love, my pooka." He pressed soft kisses to the bearded cheeks. "Attractive? I love the feel of your neck beneath your hair grown shaggy. Your nipples practically beg me to touch them." He dipped his head and drew one nipple between his lips and sucked. One hand slid down Gaelan's back as he held the man close. His lips still brushing the nipple, he said, "All your gorgeous, wiry red body hair rubbing against me turns me on." His hand slid around onto Gaelan's stomach. "You are growing comfortable in your own body. That is incredibly attractive. With all the changes you have made in the past months, your eyes are getting brighter again, like when I first collared you. I could never tired of looking at your beautiful green eyes." He reached around Gaelan's waist to grab his boy's asscheeks. "You look real, real good in this new jock, boy. I would be so proud to take you to a club and lead you around just wearing it and my collar."
"Thank you, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered into The Queen's hair as he started kissing his way down Gaelan's neck.
Cock grown painfully hard in his jeans, The Queen continued his slow exploration of Gaelan with hands and lips. He moaned as the soft expanse of his boy's torso came into his immediate view. First the other nipple, his teeth and lips drawing hisses of submissive pleasure as he teased it. Then he kissed his way down the middle of Gaelan until his chin rested in the gloriously hairy navel. He gripped the backs of his boy's thighs as his face drew close to the leather waistband.
"My Queen." Gaelan coughed and then gripped The Queen's shoulders.
"Lay down, baby," The Queen ordered as he urged Gaelan to the soft faux grass floor, acting as a balance for his boy to sink to the floor with him. Once his boy rested on his ass before sinking flat to the soft grass, he grasped the zipper at the middle of the jockstrap. "I want you." He pulled the zipper down. Licking his lips. he eased the wonderfully hard cock into his grasp. He lifted his gaze to take in Gaelan's face, eyes closed and lips trembling in his arousal. He breathed in deep. He took a hold of Gaelan's hips as he leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue over the gently revealed glans. "No begging for orgasm, my sweet." He dragged his own facial scruff over his sub's cock until the man jerked against the floor.
Gaelan pressed his feet down into the grass. "Been denied... my Queen."
The Queen flipped back his hair and looked up at Gaelan's face again. "So you will gift your cum very fast and that is fine. Then we shall lounge in the pool." He leaned over until his lips touched his boy's stomach, the cock filling his mouth. He reached underneath him and undid his jeans. Under the cloud of his hair, he closed his eyes and continued deep breaths. He bathed Gaelan in his mouth as some mint from one of Tommy's homemade soaps teased his tongue. Cupping his sub's balls with one hand, he sucked on the cock, harder and harder, Gaelan's moans washing over him. As he moved to palm the testicles instead, he straightened his fingers to massage his boy's perineum.
"My Queen, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. He wriggled against The Queen's finger until one slipped into his ass.
Humming with pleasure, The Queen stroked Gaelan. He worked his tongue against the front of the shaft. His fingers pushed into his boy's thighs as a burst of pre-cum teased the back of his throat. He lifted his mouth until just the very tip of Gaelan's cock rested between his lips and he wrapped his other hand around the shaft.
"Please, like that, my Queen!" Gaelan's legs fell flat onto the floor.
The Queen curled his finger inside Gaelan until he was able to feel his sub's prostate. He tapped gently yet steadily. He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.
"Yes, yes! My Queen! Oh, my Queen!" Gaelan's hips pumped.
Pushing down onto Gaelan's cock, his hand dropping away so he could deep-throat his boy, The Queen tensed his abs as his body moved with the sub. He swallowed fast as Gaelan came hard. He coaxed more pleasure with his tapping on his boy's prostate.
"My Queen," Gaelan sobbed.
The Queen swallowed, his hand stilling. He eased his finger out of Gaelan and wiped it on his jeans before pulling them off. "Come on. Pool," he ordered.
"But you're hard too, my Queen," Gaelan protested.
"Yes and I want to hold you now. Let me be pleased in the way I want." The Queen kissed the middle of Gaelan's belly. "Love you, my pooka."
Audrey and I have been talking a lot recently; we discussed the inspiration picture, the construction of "my Audrey" like I saw someone say in another group about their significant other and we decided that outside of negotiated BDSM, we don't like that "my," that seeming ownership that too many monogamous people insert into their relationships. We continued to look at the picture and consider it as we've made love recently, talked about our other relationships (we're both polyamorous and actively engaged in more than one romantic/BDSM commitment). And finally, while the picture is of an apparently white person with a breast, I saw Audrey in the picture, even as my mind struggled for words to describe her skin tone other than "food" words; she still laughs though when The Queen/Onyx and I think of her as "a perfect cup of coffee."
I stand at the open doorway and gaze at Audrey sprawled in the middle of my bed; the gray of the comforter's edge against her tawny skin encourages wetness to gather in my mouth and between my legs as my mind wanders beneath the blanket. "Love?"
Her gaze meets mine. "We're speaking?"
"Well for now, since our mouths aren't otherwise occupied." I grin as images of sucking her cock earlier in the day dance across one of the movie screens in my mind. Slowly I approach the bed as her hand drifts down her breasts, then her stomach only to pause just above the comforter's edge. "Tease," I murmur, the huskiness of my voice surprising me. I look back at her chest, the beauty of her breasts startling me; I seldom like breasts, although especially my own, but the pleasure of seeing her lovely breasts holds me. "Tell me about your breasts," I plead again.
"These old things?" Her grin matches mine of minutes ago as her other hand returns to her breasts. "Around about twelve, rather than boy things happening to me with puberty, my chest ached something fierce. I didn't think nothing of it at first, but when I started to grow small breasts like my momma, she taught me how to hide them when I was out of the house. My misadventure taking HRT on my own in my thirties got them to this B cup you and Onyx love so much on me."
"You should have asked Dr. Karl, love."
"Yeah." Her hand starts moving underneath the blanket. "You gonna cuddle or just continue to watch?"
"Cuddle?" I rest my knee on the bed not far from her hip.
"Get under here with me." She grabs my arm and tugs me against her. "Love my sweet girl."
"Now that's not like a title, little love."
"Love you." I kiss her cheek and relax into the essential oils gracing her beautiful skin. "How long you've been waiting for me?"
"Long enough that I'm most ready to orgasm."
I press hard against her, feeling the skin of her hip rub against my clit. "Most ready," I echo.
She flips the comforter so it rests at her knees. Her fist wrapped around her cock speeds up with no fabric in the way.
I swallow; pre-cum shines on the tip of her cock. My nipples throb as I lift my chest to get a better look at her masturbating. I let my fingers brush her nipples as my eyes close to enjoy her moaning in the momentary darkness of my unlit mind.
"Joelle," she whimpers.
Without opening my eyes, my body moves so my cheek rests on her lower belly. I part my lips as the salty odor of her pre-cum teases my nose. She slides into me and I wrap my lips around her just before she starts to ejaculate. I stretch my legs, my toes point, my hips go rigid. I lovingly swallow her cum as the pleasure and release of my orgasm dances through me. Love you, feel so good, trips in writing across one screen and she smiles at my thought words.
Her hands on my shoulders, she leads me back up the bed, my cheek coming to rest on her breast. She moans again when I open my mouth to pull the nipple between my lips.
Her worry when I worked out her age flashes on a different screen.
Love you forever.
"Love you, little girl."
I got the piece started for Masturbation Monday started before church this morning, although I continued it somewhat there, around my trying-not-to-meltdown. I've also made the change that I have to approve comments before they go live on my site; I do things very different in my writing. I'm not writing for a primarily white, primarily cisgender, primarily heterosexual audience. While I could be turning away readers, I rightly don't give a fuck. I'm writing for people who do or could enjoy erotica/erotic romance, but very seldom find themselves in the pages.
Kaya studied the chapter in the ASL phrase book, using her hands to make each sign after she studied it. I can do this. I know these signs well enough. "I want to play now. In Camelot," she signed.
"Yes, Lady," Ailin signed. His Adam's apple jumped. "Thanks for 'voices off' day."
"Sure," Kaya signed. She grabbed his hand and started them toward the play wing. I'll be able to just talk in sign soon. No, both of them said I have to use what I'm learning. She considered the signs before asking, "Your hearing aids in our bedroom?"
"Yes, Lady. After session? He slowly fingerspelled the word 'session' with his eyebrows lifted.
Kaya pointed at the floor before signing, "Lay."
Ailin sank to his knees before winging his legs around and slipping onto his back on the stone floor. He spread his feet just slightly more than shoulder width apart before lifting his gaze to Kaya's face.
Turning away from him, she went to the disguised toy cabinet. She spotted a pen and grabbed that for his safe object. Shaking her head, she moved it to her left hand. She sought his gaze before signing, "Safe object."
He lifted his left hand to accept the pen from her. "Thanks, Lady," he signed.
The door opened, admitting The Queen.
"The Queen!" Ailin signed.
Kaya looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Joining us, The Queen?" she signed.
"Like to join," The Queen signed.
Wrinkling her forehead, Kaya pondered her sign vocabulary. Do I really know enough ASL to manage a 2 dom-scene?
The Queen brushed his fingers across her forehead. First in speech then sign, he said, "You will handle whatever you were worrying about."
"How are you so much further in your ASL than I am, my Queen?" she blurted in speech.
"Working with Ailin twice a day, voices off." The Queen clasped Ailin's shoulder with one hand. "Scene?" he fingerspelled.
She pulled the handful of clamps and a glans ring from her pocket. She pointed at them and signed, "These... touch... orgasm."
"Orgasm?" The Queen repeated, signing with both hands.
"Eventually, The Queen?" Ailin signed.
"Yes." Using his index finger The Queen traced a path, like a visual growl, from Ailin's collar to the line of his pubic hair. He took the glans ring from her palm. With a few slow strokes, he increased the gorgeous hardness of Ailin's cock before slipping the metal ring past the head of his cock. He pointed at Kaya, the clamps, and then Ailin.
I don't need to sign to do this. She tweaked Ailin's nipples, one at a time, harder and harder until he gasped. Focusing on his chest and face, she affixed a Japanese clover clamp to each nipple.
Ailin cried out, his lips remaining parted. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the pen.
"Safe object," Kaya signed.
The Queen fisted Ailin's cock as Kaya moved on to pinching up small chunks of his chest and stomach before securing plastic-tipped clamps on them.
"Please, Lady, The Queen," Ailin signed, his hand hovering carefully over him to avoid touching any clamps."
"No," The Queen signed.
Kaya moved between Ailin's legs. She met his gaze before leading it to his hand holding his safe object.
"Lady," he pushed out in a whimpering voice. He released a deep groan when she placed the first small alligator clamp with rounded teeth on his scrotum; the sound continued until he was breathless through the application of three more clamps.
From a pocket in his jeans, The Queen produced a three-jointed urethral sound. He lifted both eyebrows.
Kaya nodded; Ailin closed his eyes for a long moment before he reopened them to the doms' laughter.
"You, The Queen?" Kaya signed.
The Queen nodded. He released Ailin's cock and went to the toy cupboard. Positioning himself so Ailin and Kaya could see, he cleaned the sound with a wipe before grabbing a tube.
Kaya wrapped her hand around Ailin's hard shaft as The Queen dripped what happened to be sterile lubricant over the glans. She watched The Queen grasp the glans ring as he eased the sound into Ailin's piss-hole. She looked to Ailin's hand holding the safe object. Even with her moved gaze, she listened to her boy's soft moans. His eyelashes fluttered, drawing her attention to his face.
"Please, orgasm, Lady," Ailin signed.
"The Queen," Kaya signed. I love the way his hand rocks against the floor as he holds onto the pen. Safe objects are more enjoyable that I even imagined. She moved to his side where she could watch The Queen and Ailin's hand with the safe object.
Ailin's toes curled into the floor as the metal slipped past the final joint into his cock.
Holding Ailin's cock and the sound still with one hand, The Queen signed, "Ready to orgasm?"
"Please, The Queen!" Ailin signed with huge movements even laying on his back.
The Queen lead Kaya's hand to replace his on Ailin's cock. He withdrew the sound a few inches before thrusting it back in.
"Please!" Ailin screeched.
"No voice, boy," The Queen signed.
"Please, The Queen!" Ailin signed.
"Count from 10 to 1. Then you may orgasm."
How'd he put together than second sentence? Kaya pressed her teeth into the inside of her lip as The Queen withdrew the sound.
His right hand shaking, Ailin made a fist and shook it.
Kaya tugged a clamp off Ailin's scrotum; his hand blazed through several number. His counting froze when she removed the next clamp. She grinned to see him sign 3. She pulled the last clamp off his scrotum before grasping his hand. She pressed his thumb against his palm and then urged his middle finger down. She drew his index finger between her lips.
Ailin writhed against the floor as his cum shot out of him, onto the floor, onto his stomach. His left hand relaxed, letting the pen roll to the floor.
The Queen went about gently removing the clamps remaining on Ailin as Kaya lay on her side and curled against her boy. When the last clamp was removed, he also turned onto his side and encouraged Ailin to nestle against him. "Good boy," he signed and kissed Ailin's cheek.
"Thank you, Lady, The Queen," Ailin signed and closed his eyes to relax in their care.