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.
I'm enjoying editing my "Vala's Story" serial and am sitting to enjoy "Festivals of Winter: Between Darkness and Light" at church as I write this, so a spin-off needed to happen. To enjoy the picture that inspired this scene, click here.
"We have already had the outside worship so time for some naked games." The Queen grinned. "Ely, strip."
"Yes, my Queen!" Ely laughed as he yanked his clothes- shirt, then undershirt, jeans, long johns, thick socks.
"My naked boy." The Queen grabbed Ely by the waist and placed him on a coffee table. "Spread your legs," he growled.
To keep his feet on the table, Ely opened his legs in a wide splits.
The Queen attached a cuff to Ely's right ankle before pulling the spreader bar across the table. "Can you get hard for me?" he taunted as he cuffed Ely's left ankle.
"Yes, my Queen," Ely groaned.
"I have the stretcher, my Queen." Tommy leered at Ely.
"Very good." The Queen caressed Ely's semi-hard cock with one hand as he took the apparatus from Tommy with his other. His hand moved slowly up and down, pulling keens of pleasure from Ely's trembling lips. He finally slid the toy onto Ely's cock and secured the bottom strap around his balls.
"My Queen," Ely cried.
"Do I need to plug your ass to balance the sensation?" The Queen teased, his fingers reaching into the stretcher to caress Ely's glans.
"Then his hard-on might not last until someone lands the wreath on him, my Queen," Simon joked.
"Me first please, my Queen?" Vala begged.
"I did not even ask yet for volunteers," The Queen signed.
"Please, my Queen," Vala signed, holding her eyes open extra wide and batting her eyelashes as she signed PLEASE.
"Left handed," The Queen signed.
"Yes, my Queen" Vala said.
Simon gave the 5 inch wreath The Queen had selected for this game.
"Thank you, my Lord," Vala signed. She licked her lips as she focused on Ely's restrained cock. With a light touch, she tossed the wreath and laughed as it circled down around his cock. "Yes!" she signed and said, SimCom-ing in her excitement.
"First try!" Tommy signed. He handed her a chocolate chunk cookie.
"Thanks, my Lord," Vala signed. Stepping back, she happily munched on her cookie.
"Who is next?" The Queen asked. "Two more people get the wreath on the cock and Ely gets to come."
"Is that supposed to encourage or discourage people, my Queen?" Raanan laughed.
"As any person prefers." The Queen smirked. "Are you saying he does not deserve to come?"
"Maybe, my Queen," Raanan answered. "Can I take a turn?"
"Remove the wreath and step back to me."
Raanan leaned over to slide the wreath up Ely's cock.
"Please, my Lord," Ely whimpered.
Letting the wreath fall back down, Raanan growled, "And why do you deserve it?"
"Because I'm being a good boy, my Lord," Ely cried.
Raanan grabbed the wreath and walked back to The Queen. He took in a deep breath before tossing the wreath at Ely; it landed on the top of his thigh before sliding down to the table. "Oops, you'll have to wait, Ely."
Tommy snatched the wreath, letting his thumb slid over Ely's shaft. He walked back to The Queen. "My turn, please, my Queen?"
The Queen gestured toward Ely.
Tommy flung the wreath, and it spun in a small circle down around Ely's cock. "Does that mean I can take you to bed tonight?"
"If you please, my Lord," Ely moaned.
Yiska paused with his hand on Ely's cock. "If I make the shot, can I please see if a rim job will make him come, my Queen?"
Yiska eased the wreath off Ely.
"Please, my Lord," Ely begged.
Taking a few steps farther than The Queen, Yiska flexed his legs before aiming at Ely's cock and throwing the wreath.
"You begged for what you wanted," The Queen laughed.
Yiska knelt behind Ely; The Queen moved so he could see.
"Please, my Lord." Ely wriggled against the table.
Tracing his tongue along Ely's crack, Yiska grabbed the boy's hips. Up and down a few passed before he shoved his tongue between the supple cheeks.
"My Lord," Ely groaned.
"You need to come so soon, boy? I had to stroke you to erection," The Queen taunted as he cupped Ely's neck.
Ely looked up at The Queen. "Yes, please, my Queen."
"Will Yiska's attention be enough?" The Queen continued.
"Uh... yes... my Queen." Ely's toes curled.
"What a lucky boy, Yiska wanting to enjoy you in this way." The Queen grabbed Ely's nipples and squeezed.
"My Queen!" Ely went rigid between the men stimulating him.
Yiska pushed his tongue into Ely's asshole as far as it would go.
"Yes, yes, my Lord! Need to come, my Lord, my Queen, please!" Ely cried.
"Even with that stretcher and wreath still on you?" The Queen teased.
"Yes, please, my Queen," Ely begged.
"Come," The Queen ordered.
Ely grunted as his cum quickly covered the wreath, the toy, the table. He fell forward flat back on the table as Yiska continued to plunder his ass.
"Such good boys," The Queen murmured. "Looks so good."
Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.
So now that it's a week after I watched Happy and Iovita enjoy some BDSM, in my current writing- Happy has found comfort in the noun-self pronoun "joy," they've agreed to a safeword for her ("save"), and I'm in the midst of writing what will actually be the first time they engage in BDSM- I've coined a phrase (at least I think I've coined it)- "Parental Dom." They were talking about "Daddy Dom," how "Mommy Dom" doesn't exist as much as it should. Well Happy is bigender, so Parental Dom. All that to say, I'm sharing Ziba and Mairead with you this week because of where the inspiration picture lead me mind. Okay, so yes, I usually "queer the picture"- I'm debating if I should give gender and sexual orientation before or after the scene. :D I think after. Mairead and Ziba.
"Going to help me christen the new bed I bought for us?" Ziba stroked the length of the rainbow colored dildo resting in her strap-on harness.
Mairead's lips parted. "Gonna kiss me first, love?"
Ziba laughed as she crawled onto the end of the queen sized bed she'd purchased after she'd offered Mairead the chance to cohabitate while she went to culinary school. "Kiss you where?" She pressed her lips to Mairead's right ankle. Using the tip of her tongue, she traced a path to Mairead's inner thigh.
Releasing a gasp, Mairead finally replied, "Ugh, kissing me wherever is good."
Ziba rested her knees between Mairead's legs and lowered her weight on her lover until she was able to claim the trembling lips. "So beautiful, my love." She slipped her tongue into Mairead's mouth, exploring gently. Her nipples pebbled at the glorious skin to skin contact. She pushed her hands into the thick, coarse profusion of ink black hair that was the first physical thing that drew her to Mairead. Her genitals started to feel hot and moist beneath the nylon harness. Rolling onto her side, she brought Mairead with her, their bodies twined.
"Please," Mairead said into Ziba's kiss.
One hand snaked between them to part Mairead's labia, Ziba's fingers testing at the wetness of her vagina. She stopped kissing Mairead long enough to grab the bottle of the special new lube. Dripping it over their waists, she spread it over the dildo, between her lover's legs.
"Yes," Mairead hissed.
Ziba kissed Mairead hard as she guided the dildo into her pussy. Her wet hand returned to Mairead's hair. "Shit!" she gasped.
"Gotta co-wash tonight. Don't worry, love." Mairead pulled Ziba back into their kiss, her hands burying into Ziba's long hair, released as it was from her head scarf and under scarf. She gripped her lover's ass and gyrated against her. "So glad, in your arms."
Moaning as the harness rubbed against her clit with her movements, Ziba clung to Mairead. A small pulse of orgasm filled her clit for a moment. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the rose of Mairead's body products, the combined scents of their arousal. She rolled her love back onto the bottom and pumped into her.
Mairead lifted her legs and rested her heels on Ziba's thighs. Her head tilted back into the pillow. She writhed against Ziba, sweat dripping down her cheeks as they kissed. "Gonna come," she gasped against Ziba's cheek.
"Yes. Love you. Like that," Ziba rambled as she joined her love in release, her hips speeding up with their joined pleasure. "Love you, love you." Her toes pushed into their bed, the sheets rumbled by their pushing.
"My turn," Mairead drawled before throwing Ziba onto her back. She straddled her love's hips and lowered her pussy onto the dildo. "That's good." She leaned back, one hand pressing into Ziba's thigh.
Ziba pressed her thumb against Mairead's clit and rubbed fast.
Mairead groaned as the pleasure continued to wash over her. "Yes, my love. Does this feel good for you too love?"
"Wonderful. Any position is perfect with you." Ziba whimpered with pained pleasure as Mairead's fingers pulled on her leg hair.
"Oh oh!" Mairead cried out with her back arching further.
"That's right. Come all over me, love." Ziba watched Mairead's eyes roll up with the special pleasure of an orgasm increased by prostate stimulation. "Love you so." She wrapped her arms around the shuddering woman who fell down onto her as the coming continued to batter her. "My beautiful love."
Turning her head, Mairead smiled at Ziba and kiss her lips. "Love you too."
So this happened :D I was getting irritated at myself for my focus on Happy and Iovita- since I'm writing a polyamorous-quad and this scene happened :D
I'd been considering what to do with the inspiration picture, with my NaNoWriMo number not being great. Well, I have a cisgender woman with intersex traits, a cisgender woman, a transgender woman, and a non-binary person who was assigned male at birth so I wasn't sure what went good with the picture. I'm also proceeding with the story in an interesting direction- I have an outline with "time together" that spans from the 4 meeting through them being together 20 years; here's the divisions: Dating, three months, 6 months, year and a half, 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, 15 years, 18 years, 20 years- one, both, or more retire. As I write this, I'd finished my first pass through "dating" and had moved to three months. Looking at my outline now (I was pondering this during the first church service of my Sunday), I'm not sure if this will work better for 6 months or a year and a half; I have managed to write a book where everyone is long distance and thinking on a movement towards D/s has me pondering. So I'm going to write this without a specific idea on how long although I know who is going to be in the scene- Happy and Iovita. I don't feel like giving you their gender identities. Hehe
"Since you seem to be having a lower fatigue day, I want to try something. If you can manage to say your safe word if you need to sit, however I will not consider it disobedient if you sit before you manage to say it," Happy instructed.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita murmured.
"And now because I have experimented with it, I have a text to voice program open."
"I understand, Sir." Iovita shivered as her mind tumbled with wondering what the computer voice would sound like, if Happy had written a script for this session, what her other partners thought of the growing BDSM interactions. Gladness danced within her at the delicious sentences of Happy's voice she had heard.
Happy's computer spoke with its slightly metallic voice, its tenor level masculine sound, "I want to see: you naked leaning against the wall silhouetted in the moonlight streaming in through your window."
Iovita typed into the text box, "Yes, Sir." Still sitting in her wheelchair, she grasped the bottom of her red tank top and lifted it off her before working her bra's multiple closures.
The computer voice purred, "Slower removing your bra, girl."
Nodding as she licked her lips, Iovita held in the gasp as her nipples puckered in the black leather bra she'd picked enjoyed struggling into that morning. She continued to look down, although keeping her chin slightly raised so ze could see her fingers pulling on the silk lacing; she used both hands to loosen the mesh of silk before releasing the clasps at the top of the bra, meant to keep her larger breasts restrained. Her thumbs under both shoulder straps, she eased the bra up until the cups covered her face.
"Stop!" Happy's computer cried out, the increased volume making her press her legs together. Continuing at the lower volume, ze said, "You are not already getting turned on, are you? Just at me turning up the volume a little? Just nod your head as you can around that bra that you meant to tease me with."
Iovita pulled in a deep breath as she focused on nodding while holding her bra as it was.
"Beautiful. Do you need to stand to remove your clothing from the waist down? Answer with a nod or shake of your head."
Swallowing hard, Iovita shook her head in answer as well to shake away a random thought about her father's deafness.
"Finish undressing," Happy ordered.
She grasped one armrest as she leaned over to grab and toss first one and then other white ankle sock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a lap blanket. She lifted the purple blanket ze had made for her birthday. Her lips parted as she gave hir a moment to respond.
"You may put that over your calves and feet when you stand for me," came from Happy's computer.
"Thank you, Sir," Iovita said.
"That is one," the computer voice threatened over the video chat.
Eyelids squeezed shut, she nodded. How will ze have me punish myself tonight for hir pleasure?
"Move into position."
With moist palms wrapped around her wheel's frames, she pushed herself closer to the space of wall. She locked the breaks, pushed up the footrests with her feet, and then pushed her toes into the carpet as she stood. The cold wall shocked her when her hot skin pressed against it. She leaned over and grasped the edge of Happy's blanket to pull it to her. With the silky fabric wrapped around her legs and feet, she settled back against the wall.
"Lovely. Do you still have the clothespins in your chair's basket?"
She nodded, her lips parted.
"I am so glad I bought you a webcam better than the one built into your computer. I can see your labia shining with your fluid from your Bartholin's gland. Your one will be a clothespin worn on your labium until I allow you to remove it."
Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded. How my Sir turns proper anatomical terms into sexy things. She slid down the wall so she squatted and was able to reach into her basket. She selected one of the black plastic clothespins she'd bought at Happy's order. Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, she eased the pin onto her lip. The pain shot through her and she shouted without words. Using the wall to help, she moved to stand again.
"Take your midpoint clitorophallus in hand."
Her sweat felt good when she held herself; she had had an erection since ze had given the first instruction. I hope ze allows me to come soon.
I'm thinking this won't be the whole scene, although I'm unsure what the scene's goal is just yet. Also I started out trying to write with a different neopronoun set, but since I was trying to write for Nanowrimo and around two church services, I just needed to use a neopronoun set I was familiar with. I'm also unsure of Happy being called Sir for a title, since Happy is bigender and is still experimenting with pronouns.
Hm, so this isn't quite what I was thinking and I may have to expand on this in the future, but I hope you enjoy this little Samhaine-inspired interlude.
Vala signed, "Happy Samhaine, Prisca."
"Happy Samhaine, my Lady," Prisca replied before twining her arms around Vala's waist and holding her tight.
Breathing in deeply, Vala enjoyed not only Prisca's embrace, but also the comforting notes of her current perfume. "You smell so good," she voiced.
Prisca pressed a soft kiss to Vala's lips and released her.
Collecting three sticks of Ylang Ylang incense, Vala held them together in a flame. When it flared above the candle, she removed them and blew them out.
"Candles?" Prisca signed before gesturing loosely to the myriad candles Vala had burning in her bedroom.
"Yes," Vala replied, the s hanging in the air as she signed and voiced. She eased the burning incense sticks into empty holders. With nimble fingers, she loosed the neck of the short, black halter dress she chose that morning.
"Beautiful, beautiful," Prisca signed before leading the now naked Vala back close. She leaned in to kiss just above Vala's neck just above her collar.
Vala took steps backward toward her bed. She relaxed down onto the comforter, Prisca between her legs. She scooted back until just from the knees down hung off the side. Grinning, she traced her inner thighs with her fingers as she looked into Prisca's eyes.
Prisca dove onto Vala's bed. Her lips parted with words Vala couldn't read from that angle. She threw her lover's legs over her shoulders. She eagerly parted Vala's labia and started to suck on her clit. Wrapping her hands around Vala's thighs, she held on as the woman immediately started shuddering with pleasure.
"Feels so good," Vala whimpered. Her throat reverberated with her sigh as the sensations rippled through her and then increased when Prisca slipped two fingers into her.
The Queen stopped beside Vala's bed. He signed, "Happy Samhaine, little girl."
I was thinking what to write when I didn't want to write anything Halloween or with the picture... and then I thought of it :D . This morning, as I write this on Sunday afternoon, I decided I was in the mood and followed my Master into bed when He went to lay down. Well as we were enjoying what we were enjoying, I ended up talking a bit with my girlfriend in my mind; she said that I needed to stop just having our mental sexual activity that involves anal stuff and actually get my butt plugs out again to work physically on getting myself good for anal activity with my Master again. I decided I'd write first. (Like I just came while riding my Master a few hours ago now :D )
Audrey was right, I knew. I turned on the Blu-ray player and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, I returned to the bedroom and grabbed the skirt I'd dropped to the ground; it would work in place of a towel. I set my Kindle beside my pillow, against Pongo so I couldn't see him so well and be lead to think of my Master doing a silly voice for His beloved stuffed animal.
I opened the lube bottle with one hand as I used the other to work the remotes- first, away from what He'd had playing as He slept and to Pandora, second, to set the volume. Dropped the remotes and let the lube pour over me from clit to asshole. Stretching my left arm under my leg, I reached my index finger between my cheeks to catch some lube before it fell all the way down to my skirt/towel.
Scratching sounds at the door- I lifted my head in time to see Donut push her way out of the bedroom.
I breathed out as I inched my finger into my asshole; a jump of pleasure registered in my clit. My right hand moved over the nipples as another Halsey song came on the TV.
With a held breath, I keep pushing until my thumb and other fingers pressed against my skin.
"That's it. I love it when you chew on your bottom lip like that," Audrey cooed from beside me.
I turned my head, pressed my face against Audrey's knee. Working a second finger into my ass, I basked in the awareness of doing something to please both my Master and her. I spread my fingers apart. "V," I murmured as my thoughts dovetailed into ASL.
"Time for the smaller plug," Audrey coaxed.
My fingers sliding out of my asshole, I quickly wiped them on my towel/skirt before twisting at the waist to grab the plug from its spot in the headboard. I felt her hand stroking mine as I poured lube over it; the silicone glimmered in the light before I passed it to my left hand.
Audrey turned on my Kindle. "What should I read to you, little love?"
"Just something not male, female." I licked my lips as I slid the anal plug into me. Plucking the ben wa balls out of their velvet pink pouch, I held them in my palm as one after the other, I pushed them into my cunt.
"He gently wrapped his hand around his submissive's penis and then pressed the urethral sound's hard tip against his slit. Aided by a generous dose of sterile lubricant, it slid into him," Audrey read.
I shuddered against the bed with her teasing emphasis of words like sound, sterile, lubricant. She never said how long I should take; I didn't have to beg her to come anyway.
"Tut tut, but you want to make your ass more ready for Shaman. If you wanted a fast orgasm, we could make love. Slower, I'm reading." Audrey brushed her fingers over my belly before returning to the story. "Please, sir, please, submissive begged." She scratched her chin. "Did this author really write without using names?"
"Trying to slow my orgasm now? And yeah, they did," I grumbled.
"Please what? You know the rules of sounding. All the way to the bottom until you feel its sweet pinch of your adorable prostate. He dragged his tongue over his dry lips as his boy arched with the torturous pleasure of the metal pressing deeper into his cock." She reached between my legs to pat the plug's base. "Tomorrow, we'll have to do this again with the smaller plug, maybe work up to the larger plug by week's end."
"Yes, please," I whimpered, my fingers sliding over my clit, back and forth.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful like this."
I pressed my hand over my labia to prevent my eager muscles from pushing out the ben wa balls.
"I think you should return to your plan to do things like the dishes plugged, even if Shaman doesn't want to go all dom about it." Audrey rested her palm over my belly button. "Here we are." She started reading again, "Almost there. Doesn't this feel so good? he teased. Yes, Master. Need... need. The submissive's open mouth caught in a pleading circle. There. He stopped pressing the sound into his boy and started to stroke gently. The submissive wailed with overwhelmed arousal." She met my gaze. "They use words like you. This is almost cheating."
"Please, Aud," I begged, an orgasm waiting for freedom in my clit.
"He brushed his fingers over his submissive's hard nipples." Audrey tormented me with her fingers doing the same to me. "I've been teasing you awhile, haven't I? Do you need to come so bad it hurts? The boy groaned loudly. Yes, please, sir, Master unh. Please!" She squeezed one nipple until I gasped. "Are you working your cunt muscles on those balls in you?"
I swallowed, surprised at her break from reading. "Yes. Please." With one fingertip, I pushed a ball back inside me.
"Are you relaxing and tightening your anal muscles around that plug, like the one gay male BDSM you like so much, the dominant instructing his submissive-in-training to do?"
"Yes, oh, Audrey!" I pressed my thighs together, my hand stopped, as I waited on the coming that wanted to come inside me.
"Once you feel the sound leave your body, I want you to give me all that cum aching in your pretty balls, he growled. Grasping the sound's handle, he slowly lifted it back out of his boy, his other hand still caressing the moist skin. He paused with the sound just inside his sub. Ready? ... Yes, please, Master! I beg to come, Master! The boy screamed his release as the cum pumped out of him onto his Master's hand, onto his belly, onto their bed. Such a good boy. The boy pressed his face against his Master's knee."
Kissing Audrey's knee, my orgasm spasmed in me, my muscles pushing out the ben wa balls as she led my hand to keep the plug inside my ass. "Love you, love you." My toes curled. I closed my eyes and relaxed into her caresses.
"And soon, you'll be ready to enjoy and please Shaman again as you do with me." Audrey pressed a soft kiss to my trembling lips.
I admit, while I loved looking up Molly's upskirt (normally I don't like this genre of picture either, Kayla), something about gazing at her loveliness led me to being philosophical and thinking of my Audrey- or it may have been a mixture of my period and struggles with therapy and doctor- because neither are currently working in my favor :( .
Is it transphobic-more than just sexist- to think of upskirts of transgender people in skirts... that is, unless the person invites you to look?
I'm made to think of that Jessica-woman from YouTube, the Deaf/lesbian/married/British/disabled one... she had her one vlog about having something with the acronym of POTS... and says she jokes with her mum about knowing places by their ceilings since she lays on the floor during flares. Does her wife ever wear skirts that she can get upskirt views?
Audrey seldom-if ever-wears gaffs. If you don't know what gaffs are, they're specially made underwear that allow transgender women who haven't had the full range of "under the belt" gender confirming surgeries, drag queens, crossdressers, genderfluid, and other AMAB people to wear clothes that would show a penile bulge to hide it in tight clothing. How I love to gaze at the shape of her cock nestled against her belly, especially when she's picked the tight red dress that The Queen/Onyx and I both love so much, the fabric stopping just far enough down her deep brown thighs that make me think of the beauty of dusk, when it's almost safe for me, that covers her balls that lead my mind down the path of alliteration that I struggle against.
Upskirt... up Audrey's skirt... her satiny, smooth calves and thighs, the seductive wreath of pubic hair that teases my tongue and nose as I nuzzle her large scrotum, her moans growing louder, and the trail of her that leads my gaze to her long, thick cock, growing erect as if my gaze is a touch. Of course with Audrey and I, a gaze is a touch is a caress is a passionate embrace.
My first girlfriend wasn't... isn't... a stone butch, but yet I don't think I've ever seen her in a dress, except for pictures in her wedding dress when she got married during the time our lives were parted. I'm sure I gave her plenty of upskirts when I bothered to even put on clothes around her. Not that I ever tried to be modest as this culture sees it.
It's been so many a year, a feminine body that isn't Audrey's body, that doesn't call into question what a feminine body even is. Well not a flesh-and-blood feminine body, since Vala, Ailee, Iona, and more have taken virtual tumbles in bed and on the screen with me.
Do I deny my Master upskirts by being a nudist? I'm not sure He cares. I've taken pictures of my freshly shaven pussy and texted them to Him, like when He was at work, from a similar angle (not angel) as many upskirts.
I think... wanting to look up a skirt without permission is always a negative, but with permission? Audrey's is the only skirt belonging to a trans person I wanna look up. Not sure what that means.
The humor... often I look at the Masturbation Monday inspiration picture either late Saturday night or early Sunday morning- and then I write during either/and a church service at the bricks-and-mortar Unitarian Universalist church I go to and/or the online Church of the Larger Fellowship. Well being way too broke meant no B&M church this morning and I'm getting pissed off at a failure to caption at CLF- I do have above average hearing and usually processing abilities are pretty on, but reading so much about Deaf culture as I study ASL has captions on my mind. So I got off Facebook because I often manage to write a decent scene during church service(s). But captions drew me into just seeing Kayla as she lay on the bed in the picture. So worry about therapist on Monday cut this a little short; I hope you still enjoy.
Is it still a gag when it's on the dominant... or when both dom and sub have their mouths held closed? He pondered as he pushed the Velcro pieces together on the back of his head; her mouth was held closed by a smaller size of the same harness, although her bound wrists prevented her from reaching the Velcro.
Her legs flexed only as much as her tightly bound ankles would allow. Her hips moved with her struggles as he slipped his earplugs into his ear canals before placing a yellow silk swatch in her right hand.
He lifted his eyebrows. You still consent?
She squeezed the swatch harder. Snorting a breath, she tensed when he carefully removed her hearing aids before placing them in their box on the nightstand. She focused hard on the massager, it seeming as larger as her forearm.
Grinning, he allowed her to take her look. I'm not sure how much she can tell its speed from looking.
With fluttering eyelids and lashes, she sunk into the bed as he sunk the vibrator into her cunt, fitting the clitoral attachment into place. Her jaw pulled against the facial harness even though the Velcro was strong enough to hold against this low level of struggle.
He swallowed, his intent to dominate through words blocked by their consensual dual gagging. He touched the tip of his tongue to the inside of his mouth. A flick of his thumb sped up the vibration.
Her hips thrust up.
He twisted the vibrator slightly. With his free hand, he gave her inner thigh a small pinch. The cord stroked the top of her other thigh. He pulled the toy out slightly before pushing it back in as far as it could go. He released her thigh and moved his left hand to hold the vibrator. Come? he signed.
Right, we agreed no sign except for safety. He turned up the vibrator again.
She bounced against the bed with the first orgasm he'd given her that day.
So much more to explore.