So this is a reblog, but the feelings of needing to vent remain...
It's probably good that I waited until this morning to write this one 'cause the mood I was in yesterday, there would have been totally unnecessary swear words. Sorry for a moment's sour grapes, but when I read reviews that comment about spelling errors, I wanna demand "WHERE!?!" I understand that, as the author, no amount of perfectionism on my part, I eventually would just miss things, but my beta reader/proofer even had the response to one review of "Where?!? Where is this supposed typo I missed?" lol
Now in talking to reader, reading reviews, I've noticed one thing that invariably sets my blood to boil. When I see "the Queen"- he is not "the Queen"- he is The Queen. That's his name- The and Queen. The Queen. The is capitalized every time, regardless of where his name appears in a sentence. It's not a typo, unless I accidentally typed "the Queen"- that would be the typo. I don't know, maybe too many pieces of culture in which I live- the notion of re-naming oneself is sacrosanct. It is simply not to be questioned what one wants to use as a name. So when he decided he wanted to leave his birth name behind, he took what others had called him: The Queen. Mind you, when I was "growing up in BDSM," in the metro Detroit area, I knew of Dominant going by the scene name of "Goddess Lakshmi."- no, I never met her; I believe Tom was avoiding that lmao. Because young Wiccan that I was, I wouldn't have controlled my tongue :D.
The Queen... THAT is his name. Use it.
Okay vent done.
I think I may be giving you a little more, or maybe being just a little more tease-y. Sorry I missed last week; a rude woman made a trip to the park with the little girl I watch rather unpleasant as she freaked out because I was all covered up (ah duh, I'm allergic to the sun!). "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" rewrite is going well; I've been listening to it in Balabolka. Here's a link to two weeks ago so you can refresh your memory of what's happening if you'd like...
Tommy pulled the bottom of Vala's skirt and tucked it in the waistband. "We'll have to strip you before The Queen has too much more fun," he drawled.
The Queen interrupted Vala by grabbing her boob and squeezing. "Finish whatever comes out of those lips of yours with his title."
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. She turned her head to gaze wide eyed at Tommy.
Tommy clicked his tongue. "Did just that little squeeze wipe your mind of what you wanted to say, girl?"
"It seems we have taken the sex worker out of the girl."
"It seems, my Queen. I like this girl who just shudders and moans between us." Tommy dragged his fingers up Vala's leg above the approaching electrical tape.
Surprising Vala, The Queen cut the tape again. He pressed the end against her skin with his pinky finger brushing over her freshly shaved genitals. "Now that looks even better. Strip, " he ordered.
Vala lowered her shaking leg to the floor before she struggle to stand. I've stripped in front of hundreds of men. Why is this so scary? They're already nude as usual. She yanked her skirt down and off; her tank top came off next, joining the pile of black cloth.
"I think she needs a little more decoration, my Queen," Tommy murmured.
"Hm. Maybe around these luscious, little breasts. I do want to keep her nipples out for our enjoyment." The Queen grasped one of Vala's nipples between strong thumb and forefinger.
Tensed legs prevented Vala from falling to her knees.
With a grin, The Queen said, "You may sit."
Vala sank gratefully to the couch, even if the leather was startlingly cold on her naked thighs.
The Queen pressed the tape to the top of Vala's left breast. "Yes, I do like your suggestion, Tommy. So pretty."
Following The Queen's touch, Vala felt her skin and the contact with him like never before. Her breath released in a pleading moan. She went rigid to feel the scissors against the underside of her breast.
"And the other," The Queen muttered before brushing his thumb over her other nipple.
"My Queen," Vala breathed.
"Such a sweet baby girl. Are you my baby girl?" The Queen growled.
"Yes, my Queen," Vala whimpered. "Yours!" She gasped when he started the tape around her other breast.
"I wonder, Tommy, if you would enjoy a blow job as I decorate her back." The Queen grinned and cut the tape.
"I'd love one, my Queen," Tommy purred.
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As I write this on Monday- I'd been debating what to blog on Tuesday, what to do in this scene I'm rewriting in "Gates of the Garden: Book Two"- twofold problem, 1) Plot lines mentioned originally had been removed and 2) Activity sandwiching the scene had the original scene being too short. I'm doing a lot of heavy work with "What would The Queen talk openly with Vala about and what wouldn't he?" And as I finish one coupling of The Queen asks-Vala answers, I find myself doubting the next couple. I played the scene in Balabolka and found it to be about 5 minutes; I'm still unsure if that's too short. I talk about the writing a little bit more in my vlog.
I want to ask opinions and I don't. Not just my main BR, but other author friends. I'm not sure what to snippet, who to ask, whose opinions I'd really appreciate and be able to use. But then I've also thought- what about all my talk in UU Lent about my virtual family, as I see The Queen and all of his? Maybe I'm not in touch with the characters enough and that's why I'm struggling? But that begs the question of what do I do to get more in touch with them.
Of course, I was feeling ranty- "what to blog"- but the rant ended up going in my vlog.
I sometimes wonder if there is some difficult intersections of things in my head, too many priorities and that causes the self doubt in my writing. Like "what would a good dom do/not do?" "Am I making Vala seem transphobic?" Social justice learning I've done since I first started the Vala's Story project was a huge piece of this rewrite.
Eventually I'll need to look at the original (currently published) copy of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" to see what's left, what else I need to cobble into the book. Then it will be on to reshaping "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" if I don't work on one of my other WIPs. I'm also thinking ahead to May (National Masturbation Month for which Kayla at Masturbation Monday has special contests and inspiration pictures arranged).
For the moment though, I am grateful that an author friend tagged me for a writing sprint on Facebook so having said my thoughts here, I'll go back to Gates and see if I can power through some writing without so much self doubt. First Rammstein though- maybe German music will convince The Queen to speak with me.
While I've never written The Queen in a suit- when he's not in the board room, he's in jeans- something about Kayla's inspiration picture made me think of him and Iona early in their relationship and this is the masturbation that came of it...
Iona passed one hand over the rose-scented bubbles before she cupped one breast, her fingers pinching her nipple. She gasped at the pleasant pain and then treated her other nipple to the same.
She lifted her feet so her toes peeked through the bubbles. "I wonder how much longer..." She grinned at the outer door opening and closing.
Letting her eyelids drift down, the scenes of that morning's lovemaking danced in front of her mind's eye. She pinched her nipples again, remembering his lips and teeth, their affectionate, passionate touch.
Keys clattered on the desk. Shoes noisily hit a wall.
Iona grinned. Should I finish my bath so I can tend him? We're still figuring out what he wants of me.
Her hands traveled down her moist chest, then her stomach. His smile appeared in her mind's eye. Her nipples throbbed. "My Goddess, to be desired is good."
"Sweet Freya, what beauty I see," The Queen's growl filled the quiet.
Reaching beneath the water, she dragged her fingers over her freshly shaven labia. She listened close as the rustling of clothes sounded alongside the popping of bubbles.
How I wish this tub was big enough for both of us. She opened her eyes only to find herself gazing into his crystal clear blue eyes. A pulse of arousal jumped in her clit; he had removed his suit jacket and tie and had released his long, black hair from the pony tail she'd carefully done for him.
Her fingers dipped between her labia as she watched him undo one wrist button and then fold the sleeve up above his elbow.
"Good girl." Still husky, but less growl, his words joined her stroking fingers. "Let me see you stroke your body to its fulfillment."
The moments when his religion fill his words are so erotic. "Yes, my Queen."
He unbuttoned his other sleeve. "Show me the pleasure in your beautiful eyes."
Her lips parted, a puff of air slipping out.
"Will the promise of a spanking over my knee and then hot wax help you orgasm?"
"Yes, my Queen," she hissed.
"And again if I allow?"
"Yes, please, my Queen." Less and less bubble cover obscured his view of her finger sliding into her cunt. She reconnected her gaze to his only to find he'd never looked away to the rest of her body. Her hand sped up, making the water slosh around her. She pushed her middle finger as far as it would go into her cunt as her thumb worked on her clit.
Candlelight reflected in his eyes.
Her toes curled under the hot water. Left hand coming up to her right breast, she moaned.
"If you just let your gaze drop slightly, you will see the color candle I chose."
She pushed back against the tub.
"I have not ordered you to look into my eyes." His laughter illuminated his comment.
Biting her lip, she relinquished her needy grasp on his eyes to admire the candle. The scarlet wax had been poured into a mason jar. What appeared to be Nordic runes had been painted in black. Her body went rigid with an orgasm larger than she had experienced in solo masturbation.
"My very good girl." He squatted beside the tub, holding onto its edge with his free hand. "Dry off and we will enjoy each other more?"
"Yes, my Queen." She licked her lips. "Ah... ish mak dish." She coughed and then licked her lips again.
"Hm. Lovely attempt at German, my dear. Yes, I will be very happy to have you writhing beneath me. I like you very much." He reached out with his tongue, brushing against her nipple. His hair brushed her breasts as it grew wet. "You are so beautiful when you come."
"For you, my Queen."
He kissed her hard. "For me."
I had a plot twist from the Vala's Story book I'm working on in rewrites currently and it dripped over into today's Masturbation Monday :D . As I was writing, I told one of my beta readers, this is extreme for me. So enjoy some CBT and caning.
With her long scarlet nails brushing the side of his shaft, Kaya led Ailin's cock and balls through the plastic base.
"Please, my Lady," Ailin whimpered.
Kaya clicked her tongue. "We're still figuring out things like how my closeness can make your hearing aids whine. So for now, I'm going to enjoy some CBT."
"But your nails, my Lady."
"You don't like the artificial nails? I'm enjoying them."
Ailin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. "Uh... they make it... difficult to be... obedient... my Lady."
"But you're still so soft, my boy." Kaya traced around the head of his cock with the point of her nail. "I guess I should get your cock through the hole for it quick. Or are you still too anxious about your hearing aids to get an erection?"
His head rocked to one side on his pillow and his hearing aid gave out a loud whistle. He rolled his head back into the middle of the pillow.
Kaya grabbed the dry erase board. "That's one cane strike. What was that movement about?"
"I... erection... um--"
"Are you letting embarrassment about a normal thing make you cause your hearing aid to shriek?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, my Lady." He groaned as she lead his cock through the second plastic plate.
"What is that on the head of your cock?" Holding his foreskin down, although his hard shaft hardly needed it, she pressed her finger into a small bit of pre-cum. She led his right hand to his cock to take the place of her hand. Instantly he pulled his hand back, a string of pre-cum from his cock to his finger. She began to tighten one wingnut on the top board.
"My Lady!" His head rocked back and forth against the pillow, forcing a series of whines to come from his ears.
"Ugh!" With thumbs, she pressed against the tragus on both her ears. When he stilled and the sound stopped, she grumbled, "That's at least another five strikes. Are you intentionally earning yourself strikes, boy? I wonder if a posture collar would cause whining or not."
"Please, my Lady."
"Please what?" She went to work on another wingnut.
He groaned, the sound long and harsh. "Uh, collar, please, my Lady."
"We will experiment, in awhile." She gave the third wingnut a spin with her thumb. Among his desperate moans, she tightened the final wingnut. She reached between the plates to brush her fingernail over his compressed nuts. Her hand on his hip, she pushed him over onto his stomach.
He cried out when his restrained genitals pushed into her bed. He lifted his hips.
"Flat on the bed!" Kaya poked Ailin's ass with the cane's tip.
"Yes, yes, oh sorry, my Lady," he babbled as he fell back into position. His hearing aids produced two long whistles.
"Chin flat on the bed," Kaya barked.
"Please oh please fuck hurt my Lady," Ailin babbled.
"Eight." She brought the cane down on the curve of his buttocks. As he pulled in a breath to cry out, she delivered the next strike.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" He screamed at the next two cane strikes, the acrylic burning paths across the tops of his thighs.
"My title, boy?" She pressed the tip of the cane to his forehead.
"Sorry, my Lady." He lifted his hips again, pain throbbing through his genitals.
"Down!" She pushed an inch or so of the cane into his asshole.
"My Lady, please!" He pushed down into her bed and immediately groaned at the shooting pain at the additional pressure.
Without pause between she delivered another four cane strikes across his ass. She shoved him back over onto his back.
Tears poured down his cheeks.
She grabbed a bit of coconut oil from an open container and grabbed his red cock. "Come if you can."
Sobbing and moaning, he writhed against the bed, his hearing aids wailing along with him as the semen rushed from his abused cock.
Cane back in hand, she tapped the head of his cock with it, coaxing the orgasm to continue.
"My, my Lady!" With a tensed neck, he managed to get his hearing aids to quiet. His feet pointed helplessly as a final bit of semen dripped from his cock.
"Good boy." She quickly unfastened the ball crusher. "Go wash your hands so you can put away your hearing aids for the night. Then I'll cuddle you."
"Yes, thanks, my Lady." Tears started down his cheeks again as he struggled to sit up and then get off her bed. "Thanks, my Lady." He struggled to his feet and then toward the doorway. His hearing aids screeched again.
Sighs, picked up babysitting hours so it made making the time to put together a post even less. And my Master's talk of "Missing maintenance spankings?" And me wanting to so unsubmissively wanting to say "What the fuck do you think?" I'm not sure how good at submitting Vala is being in this snippet from the rewrite of "Out of the Night: Book One" either :D
Continuing from last week: The evening before NYC Pride march and Vala's collaring, The Queen includes Vala in active BDSM play; Tommy gets involved in this part.
Vala placed the magazine back on the table and looked up at him. "So?"
The Queen pulled his chair so he faced Vala. He tapped his lap.
Why did I decide no underwear like the guys? The heat in The Queen's eyes drew Vala into the moment. She lifted her right leg and placed her calf on his knee. The hardness of his knee under her soft calf made her think of his cock.
The Queen grabbed a fresh roll of his favorite black electrical tape. His lips parted as he pressed the tape's end against her ankle. So very slowly, teasingly, he unwound the tape across her skin, creating a loose design of his choosing. He lifted her short skirt so it pooled around her upper thighs.
Biting her bottom lip, Vala held in a breath at The Queen's fingers moving over her skin.
"Look at you already so turned on and we just started. What would happen if I touched you--" his finger slipped between her cunt lips and moved over her clit before sliding into her very wet cunt, "here?"
"Please, my Queen," Vala moaned.
"But what are you begging for? Did you decide- most unsubmissely, I might add- that because I did not state it that you would have to beg to orgasm like my boys?" The Queen smirked at her gasp.
"But you mentioned no safeword, playing like you do with your boys, my Queen," Vala whined.
"Sh." His hand, smelling of her arousal, cupped her chin. "Yes, that is how we shall play, if you even find the word acceptable in this situation afterward. I expect you will beg to orgasm, restrain your body's response if I say no, and thank me for your release whenever and how often I decide to allow it."
Vala tilted her head just the little bit The Queen's strength would allow so she could draw the tip of his middle finger between her lips.
"And I am not a little boy you can redirect his interest by sucking on my fingers so I come fast." The Queen resumed taping Vala's right leg, the shiny black electrical tape. He leaned forward as the tape moved above her knee and onto her thigh.
She yanked in a breath when he cut the tape near her inner thigh, one freezing cold blade pressing against where her scar rippled the skin.
"Some day I think we might enjoy some knife play, when you prove you can take it," The Queen growled.
"I added a fuck yeah to knife play, my Queen."
"But you have to wait on my pleasure."
"Yes, my Queen." Vala fought through the aching tension of her cunt as The Queen placed her foot on the floor; he tapped his knee again and she lifted her left leg into place. There's going to be a wet spot on this couch. She looked at her skirt that had fallen down.
"Let me fix that," Tommy said as he sat next to her. "By your leave, my Queen?"
The Queen nodded. "Since Vala did not mark multiple partners as a hard limit, she should get used to how often we play together from the beginning.
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Horrible winter-like weather in April meant the Internet wasn't working for me to get on my creator on Tuesday; thankfully it is this (4/6) morning so I put up part 1 and am scheduling part 2. It's *late to go up* because I wanted to give the posts from roughly 10am EST to 10am EST.
If you haven't read part 1 yet, please read it here before continuing on with The Queen's thoughts. :)
The Queen continues with his thoughts from yesterday about how the seemingly disparate pieces of belief in his life (Unitarian Universalism, Norse Paganism, BDSM) work in his life. Yes, he was wordy- hasn't Vala joked about that sometime? :D- so I had to break it in two.
The Queen's thoughts- part 2
I want to tell you the 1st UU principle now: "We agree to promote and affirm the inherent worth and dignity of all people." First off, there is nothing in Norse Paganism that contradicts that principle. Not in my understanding of Norse Paganism, least-wise. On the surface of BDSM, and in practice for some, it would seem that Dominants and submissives are in an unequal power dynamic, the way I understand dominance and submissive it that it is matching pieces of a whole- Tommy is not a lesser person because he submits to me. UU as a religious movement is very concerned about justice and equality- it is even in our 2nd principle. However, like I said earlier, about false equalities. It is so easy for us to go through the intellectual motions theorizing how "equality" will look in real life. Too often this ignores the complexities of justice- each person brings multiple pieces of identity and in our culture, these pieces can limit and expand a person's possibilities in a myriad of ways that can limit their ability to gain justice. In this I think on the Norse God Tiwaz (Tyr, if you are using the more common Scandinavian name), who while war-like is also concerned with justice. For instance, the unfortunate fact is that Vala does not remember enough details to have any of her rapists prosecuted and opening the can of worms that would be pursing her father for her molestation would do her more harm than it would benefit her if I helped her to pursue legal justice for the times her ability to consent to sexual activity has been ignored or compromised. I have offered affection, BDSM, sex, love, spirituality to her; these things have helped her to heal emotionally, spiritually from those experiences. Of course, more than just her ability to remember, our legal justice system in the US is not constructed in such a way that a woman with a past containing details like hers can expect to gain justice against a rapist; her own history would most likely be used against her by the attackers' attorneys. What is justice can be hard to name though. I guess that is part of why I feel so drawn to Tiwaz and his stories. Of course, he is best known for placing his hand in Fenris wolf's mouth while the other gods were binding him in the chain Gleipnir, as a faith offering to Fenris. When the wolf sensed the trap, he took Tiwaz's hand. And finally, the many values important to Norse Paganism, (like honor, oath, commitment, courage) are well woven within the 7 principles. It is only the surface that they might look different.
I want to summarize my thoughts on war in this paragraph. This is one of those contentions that have long plagued UUs. As has been seen at general assemblies (the national denomination meeting), there is quite a divide between the hard-line pacifist camp and those who decry the lack of recognition of veterans, regardless of what war they fought in. I am somewhere in the middle. I do not think all wars are necessary and our leaders could stand to conduct warfare in much more honest fashions. I think often there are ways to avoid warfare that should be utilized; I was fascinated by Joelle's teaching that WWII might have been avoided if the European countries listened to Woodrow Wilson's "14 points plan" rather than passing the punitive Treaty of Versailles. But that is neither here nor there. Again looking to the example of Tiwaz, there are multiple ways of reaching justice and it is not always by utilizing weapons. I like to imagine if I had lived in pre-Christian Europe that I would have valued guarding my family, home, property over raiding, although I would have enjoyed raiding as times. Because defending the defenseless is important too. Many of my slaves have needed defense from someone, something. Tommy, from his dad; Abrecan, from himself and homelessness; Prisca, from her unwise decisions; Vala, from her parents and fundamentalist Christianity. In bringing them into my family, I acted the warrior protecting them from those who wished to hurt them. Of course there are situations with some of them where Norse Paganism, within those specific pre-Christian cultures, would have supported physical violence to protect my family; our legal system discourages that. Better or worse, that is debatable. But I can imagine, remember, if many IFs had been different, if only I had punched Tommy's dad and taken him out of that abuse when we were thirteen. We also have the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell." The very fact of who I am, a cisgender male who loves people not just the opposite gender from my own, means that I could not openly, proudly serve the United States in the armed forces. I would not shirk that duty to serve, if it was not for that.
But then there is the question of serving (not just in a BDSM fashion, or not even, as the case here.) By bringing these nineteen people into my family, I care for them, protect them, make it so they are not a drain on the society by collecting Welfare or other governmental helps. To me, I am serving my Gods, serving my beliefs, the principles as Unitarian Universalist by protecting those precious beings whom I love, who are my family.
Joelle here- So I thought only one thing to update, not 2. But when The Queen was writing this the first time, "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" was still the legal mandate in the US armed forces, so as an openly bisexual man, The Queen couldn't have served in the armed forces.
Now the second update- as pertains to The Queen's many storylines in my Vala's Story-verse: he's since come out as a BDSM switch. Right now I'm in the midst of rewriting/republishing "Out of the Night: Book One" and "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," but I'm hoping to finally get through the publishing of all 9 planned "Vala's Story" books and get into the spin-offs (one of which showcases The Queen coming to terms with his BDSM orientation.)
Horrible winter-like weather in April meant the Internet wasn't working for me to get on my creator; I'm going to have this and the "part 2" posts go from roughly 10am EST to 10am EST.
The Queen's thoughts- part 1
The way I live my UU is with as much of the non-judgmental, open-mindedness as all UUs hope to live or at least should strive to live. I endeavor to avoid snap judgments, even when it comes to the treatment of my slaves, all of whom I know better than most people. Of course, it is more than just being a UU. I am also a Norse Pagan, even if more of the stories, the deity names I feel in touch with of a Germanic persuasion than the better known Scandinavian extraction. Beyond that, I am a lifestyle Dominant in BDSM.
On the surface, some people might struggle to understand how those three seemingly very different things co-exist within one person. We UUs tend to be very politically and socially liberal. It is common enough that those among our number will take political correctness further than I think it should be. As well, in the pursuit of the 2nd principle ("justice, equity, and compassion in all human relations"), it is easy to engage in lazy cognition that promotes a surface level equality- that is a problem for me as a lifestyle Dominant specifically. Yes, my relationships with my slaves do not look like what a feminist might say they should; however, they are completely consensual. Who is some uptight woman who has read too many feminist literature books to tell me... or one of my slaves... that we have made the wrong choices?
But we have gotten off on how BDSM and UU can go together- if you want to know more, I suggest you go to Leather & Grace UUs for BDSM Awareness and read more; Joelle is quite proud of her involvement with that organization and it is is good that it exists- BDSM practitioners deserve inclusion in UU life just as much as any other consensual, alternative (to mainstream) sexuality. That happened in part because I see where my Norse Paganism and BDSM go well together. Among Norse pagans, there are some very important values that serve well in BDSM as well: honor, oath, commitment, courage, just to name a few. There is also the fact that Norse paganism does not ask us to sustain a false equality. Sure, when you see movies about Vikings, more of the warriors are men. Men do tend to be more capable to engage in physical warfare, especially when high tech weapons are not involved. However, that does not mean there were never Viking women; women who were capable were entirely included. (As aside, I loved Erik's wife on History Channel's "Vikings." She was a wonderful and complete female character, as well as a warrior in her own right. And when she defended herself against the man trying to rape her. Not the rape of course, but her defense of herself was amazing to watch.)
Coming back to those values I mentioned (honor, oath, commitment, courage), I want to touch on how the war-like nature of Norse Paganism fits into my life. My 19 slaves, even Mandisa in her way, needed some level of rescue from issues in their lives that were negatively affecting them. My honor is enhanced when I take care of their needs, even if that need be "to serve my Master." While the collaring ceremony language talks mostly about what the slave being collared, what my other slaves will do, within that language, it talks about what I swear to do. If a slave breaks a rule, I have sworn an oath to punish for the rule-breaking. What sort of Master would I be if I allowed my slaves to break their "oaths" without repercussions? With my oath (although unspoken) comes what I commit to do: the train a human being as a BDSM slave. I commit to their care. It can take a lot of courage to do what must be done, especially when it is not fun or easy. And being a BDSM Master is not always easy or fun. I had to carry Vala through some horrendous experiences before she was well enough to make the decision of taking a new name, of begging for my collar.
Please watch for part two tomorrow. (This post will be updated after the fact with part 2's link.)
Joelle speaking here- so this was originally posted back in 2013 on an old blog of mine. With changes in some of The Queen's storylines, I'd debated editing this. I decided however to let his words stand; I'll share one change in his story beneath tomorrow's "Part 2." (Updated with the link for those reading at a later date) And like I mentioned in the caption for the Leather Pride flag- Leather & Grace UUs for BDSM Awareness is permanently suspended as a group, but you can use the link I provided or click on the Leather Pride flag to get to the Facebook page, where I'm active and ready to talk with you about UU-ism and BDSM.
So the rewrite of "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" is progressing even among my depression and frustration over "Autism Awareness Month" and some people just being truly shitty. I debated what to share here and decided I'm going to let you all read the first time Vala gets to experience BDSM, including power exchange, the day before The Queen collars her. It's over 3000 words so it'll take me a few weeks to share. I'm still hoping to get back to "Laura Learns," but haven't been able to with my depression. This was originally suggested by a person who couldn't believe how Vala *just accepted BDSM*- in his eyes. Except for a very bit at the beginning, I rewrote pretty much the whole scene because it never felt like it was mine. I'll probably give you about 500 or so words a pop :D I know... I'm a tease lol
In the Manhattan loft the night before her collaring, Vala experiences some amazing BDSM in The Queen's hands- Tommy and Simon find their way into the play too.
"So you say you wanna try BDSM? You want to show you will enjoy the rough stuff Tommy and Simon do, that I have allowed you to see?" The Queen arched an eyebrow as Vala trembled against the couch.
"Well yes. I've seen how you make them writhe and beg, my Queen. If vanilla sex with just a bit of the rough and none of the D/s is so good with you and your boys, I only imagine BDSM in its glory will be that much better." Vala chewed on her bottom lip as she considered his expression in reaction to her little speech. "Please. You must see that I'm ready, my Queen. I have as clear a bill of health as Dr. Karl will give me. I'm down to the lowest dose of nicotine gum. I filled out that BDSM questionnaire I found online so you know the very few things I'd consider hard limits, my Queen."
"Those are all very good points. Do you think you are ready to play without a safeword, as I do with most of my slaves?"
"I trust you enough, my Queen. Isn't my trust enough, my Queen?"
"What a little tease you are, using my title every sentence like one of my fourth class."
"Doesn't it prove I'm ready, my Queen?" Vala rose from the couch to kneel between his feet. "I need you, my Queen."
"Since you beg so pretty." The Queen dragged his tongue over his lips. "While you are down there, lock the wheels on this chair."
With two quick movements, Vala used her thumbs to engage the breaks on the front and back wheels of his office chair before climbing back onto the leather sectional. When he didn't say anything more for awhile, she leaned forward to read the cover of the magazine he'd put down on the table. "Rattan canes? Is that what Simon and Tommy carried in the other day?"
"Yes. Read the article if you want, but canes are not for beginners. I would not use one on you, even if you begged for it."
Vala cocked her head. "Even if I begged for it?" She curled a chunk of her hair around her finger and pulled it in front of her. She picked up the magazine and flipped through it. "I see you folded the corner of that article, my Queen."
"Yes, but not for you."
Vala pouted. "One of your slaves then?"
Vala traced her skimming with her index finger. "But this article only talks about pain, safety. You said that there's always a physical and a mental aspect to BDSM play."
"There is, just some writers do not touch on both. It depends on what is most important to them."
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BTW- if you particularly enjoy The Queen and would like to read some of my more religious, thoughtful, academic stuff, come back tomorrow because I'll being part 1 of an essay written in The Queen's POV about how he processes his UU-ism, his Norse Paganism, and his BDSM.
Learning about sexuality in so many forms, I value when people who have a gender and/or anatomy different than my own share their experiences. Looking at the video prompt Kayla gave us, I was lead to two thoughts: 1) guys with weight problems sometimes experience erectile dysfunction and 2) Gaelan and a dildo. I wanted to write in The Queen's POV and let meant approaching Gaelan's obesity as his Master experiences his boy as wonderfully attractive- rolls and all.
Safer sex note: because of the testing schedule The Queen maintains in his polyamorous family, they don't use condoms. Using coconut oil as lubricant is wonderful (I often do), but it's only good when you don't have to use a latex barrier.
"Now I saw an intriguing video of a man fucking himself on a dildo, but I do not want to make you work for your orgasm." The Queen traced his finger down the middle of Gaelan's naked chest.
"My Queen?" Gaelan moaned.
"I think this body prop should bring you up to the right height."
"Right height, my Queen?"
"Yes, love." The Queen brushed his dry fingers over Gaelan's magnificently hairy asshole.
Gaelan trembled against the foam.
"Here, my gorgeous boy." The Queen collected a fingerful of the new coconut oil-based lube Tommy had made for this play. He rubbed it over Gaelan's puckered asshole before grabbing more.
Moving his hips, Gaelan encouraged The Queen to penetrate him.
"Tell me what you want, love," The Queen growled.
"I want to feel your finger inside my ass, my Queen," Gaelan begged.
Grasping another fingerful of lube, The Queen gently pressed the tip of his finger against the muscles that strove to keep him out despite Gaelan's pleading.
"Yes, yes, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered. He pushed down as The Queen slowly penetrated him.
"Are you not going to beg to know more?"
"No, my Queen. I trust you, my Queen."
"That arouses me far more than you may ever know." The Queen leaned over and kissed Gaelan's tummy rolls repeatedly. He withdrew his finger and brought the fucking machine closer.
"My Queen, thank you," Gaelan sobbed, as if imagining the waiting pleasure.
"You are welcome, my love, my sweetest boy." The Queen slathered the rainbow-colored dildo with lubricant. He held on of Gaelan's asscheeks as he brought the machine forward, as the silicone eased into the asshole shining with oil. Once the dildo was shallowly seated within Gaelan, he took his greased hand to caress his boy's soft cock. "I want you to feel good, whether you get an erection or not, whether you feel the impulse to ejaculate or not. No begging for permission for anything, my love."
"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Gaelan's eyelids slid down as The Queen started the machine, its thrusts gentle and regular as the dildo went deeper into him.
The Queen crouched near Gaelan's chest. He rested his cheek so his lips pressed against one nipple. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes, thanks, my Queen," Gaelan hissed with his pleasure.
"I love watching you feel so much," The Queen cooed before kissing the nipple that rested against his lips. He smiled when Gaelan wrapped his arms awkwardly around his neck and shoulders to hold on through his ecstasy.
"My Queen! Love you, my Queen! Thanks. Oh, yes!"
The Queen tightened his neck, choosing to avoid damaging Gaelan's pleasure by the acknowledgment of him having an erection or not. "Love you, my pooka."
"Please kiss me, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out.
The Queen possessed Gaelan's lips with a hard kiss. He thrust his tongue into Gaelan's mouth, his hands moving to cup his submissive's head. His arousal tightened and then relaxed in his body. He pressed his pelvis against the foam. His eyes closed.
"Love, thanks, uh, Queen, yes," Gaelan babbled against The Queen's lips.
Hungry for his love, The Queen started kissing Gaelan again as he came in his jeans, the warm cum encouraging his cock to slide against the inside of the zipper. He opened his eyes to see Gaelan's face tighten. He started the kiss again before Gaelan could beg. He kissed through the quivering release that he figured would mean cum in his hair as it moved against his love's stomach. He kissed Gaelan until the pressure of his jeans became too much and he backed off the kiss.
"Thanks, my Queen," Gaelan said the moment his lips were free. His eyes rolled up in his head. "My Queen, I... I can't... more."
The Queen pressed the off button on the fucking machine. "My love, my life, let us go shower."
"Yes, my Queen."