This inspiration picture just isn't speaking to me. So I'm trying to write in between morning worship and CLF worship that was recorded and shared on Facebook and the last of the General Business meetings and the closing ceremonies of General Assembly; yes, if you're not a UU that whole first part of the sentence was largely meaningless to you. But I am a UU and today is the last day of our annual General Assembly. I only get to see the stuff that gets Livestreamed; as I snarked at my Master "This is the closest I'll ever get to GA so please let me enjoy it."
I'm working away on "Two Houses" even though we still have a few days before Camp Nano begins; Vala's Story is mostly just thoughts as I wait on beta readers. Between conversation in UU stuff about appropriation and activity in the Multicultural GLBTQ group I'm in on Facebook, thoughts kept trying to become a story.
A comment, in working with different genders, presentations, and bodies other than the cisgender men and women many expect, I may use words that aren't good for everyone, words that may be new and incomprehensible to some.
"What color would you say I am?" Johnnie asked Pilo as they cuddled with their ass pressed back against his boy-pussy.
"Um, brown?" Pilo clasped Johnnie's naked calf; they traced their fingers over the smooth skin beneath his knee, thinking how it reminded them of a cardboard box. And they felt safe.
"The US government says I'm white."
Pilo led Johnnie's hand to their lips and started to kiss their way from fingertips to wrist before pausing to say, "The government also says that my gender is female because that's what surgeons tried to make of my genitals that confused them when I was born."
Johnnie kissed Pilo's neck just beneath the fringe of black curls. "We don't have to be what the government says though?"
Leaning into Johnnie's kissing, Pilo moaned, "Yes. We are what we know we are." They released their arm that had been cupping what would have been breasts if they'd allowed doctor pressure to push them onto the surgery table again, releasing the hand to clasp his other knee. "You sure?"
"As sure as I was when I met your beautiful green eyes across the coffee house." He pressed his lips to their cheek. "Does this mean you've changed your mind on cuddling? We don't have to push into anything we and our bodies aren't ready for."
"No, I want to imagine what it might be when we know each better, have access to the barriers we'd like until STIs can be tested for. I like how you shivered when our fingers first touched. Your curls make me think of how soft and yet strong your lips are, the finest mixture of gendered expectations."
"Please say boy-pussy again. It sounds so good with your accent," he murmured.
"Boy-pussy," they responded, their muddled southern European accent lengthening pussy until the pronunciation was as good as a sex act.
"Yes." He hugged their waist. "You will be worth the wait."
"How about that shower?" They traced their fingers over his shins. When he was quiet several long minutes, they rose to stand between his legs. "Well?"
"Sure." He scooted back a bit before standing in front of them. Taking their hand, he led them into his apartment's small bathroom. He slowly lifted his tank top.
"I'm glad to see you were able to get the top surgery you wanted." They brushed their fingertips over the light scars a few inches below his mahogany dark nipples. Smiling, they let their gaze slide down his stomach as he released the short's button, the fabric slid down his shapely legs. His abundant pubic hair made them lick their lips.
He moved into his shower to turn on the water.
They slipped the straps of their babydoll dress of their shoulders, one at a time, before pushing it and their silk shorts to the tile floor; he looked over his shoulder and bit his bottom lip. "Thanks." Stepping out of their clothes, they moved into the shower stall behind him.
"Can I please hug you again?" He held out his hands toward them.
They took his hands and led them around their waist. "Worth it," they whispered against his neck.
"Yes." He gasped and shuddered.
With a soft kiss to his parted lips, they guided him under the water and held him as the tremors eased into stillness again.
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Thinking on Kayla's continued rule about no book excerpts but WIPs welcome, I started to work with Vala and Soma. Years down the timeline from when I'm actually working with Vala's Story has Vala expressing sudden and profound deafness. As a late deafened-adult, Vala sets out to figure out how to still be a part of her family. I'm not sure if this will actually find its way into the WIP with the working title of "Vala's Hearing Loss," but I have at least one more scene that I can think of that started from a MM inspiration picture that's now in that book. View this week's MM picture and other hoppers here
Vala wrote, "I want to see you masturbate. I want to see you come." She handed the portable word processor to Soma.
The girl's deep purple tongue moved over her lips. "Yes, my Lady," she signed. She moved to hand the processor back to Vala, but when her Domme shook her head, she instead placed the tech on the night table.
Taking Soma's hand in hers, she led them to her ordered bed; she smiled to ponder which of her submissives had made the bed while she was busy helping in ASL lessons for the family. She grasped her girl's bisque-colored sundress at her hips and lifted it up and off. With her head tilted back, she sucked one of Soma's nipples between her lips as her arms encircled her waist.
Legs trembling, Soma lowered them onto Vala's bed.
I love how speech isn't always needed at times like this. Vala rolled across her bed to leave room for Soma to lay beside her. She led Soma's hand to the nipple she hadn't reclaimed the moment their backs touched her comforter. She could just make out the vibration of her girl's moaning when she stretched out her fingers over the flat of her chest; her hand continued up to the throat, not clasping but hovering.
Soma lifted her hand from between her and Vala. Her fingers slid down her radiant dark brown skin with its mouth-watering undertones of red to touch the bottom of her ribs, the slight swell of her adorably rounded stomach, across one captive bead then the other decorating her labia majora, before tracing over her clitoral hood between the dazzling white crystals on the ends of her bar jewelry.
The vibrations came faster against Vala's hand. She swallowed. A word. "Feel good, love," she whispered. She caught Soma's nipple with her lips again. As she sucked, her girl's hips started a dance she'd seen many times before. She kissed her cheek as tufts of moaned air moved over her hand. Her gaze captured Soma's enraptured expression. I should see what she's doing with her hands, but I love her face as she comes. Her lips formed shapes as if she spoke; her left hand shot into the air to make a B hand shape. "No beg, love. Come," she urged in louder spoken words. She lifted her hand from Soma's neck to make a C hand shape.
Lowering body shooting up from the bed, Soma wrapped her legs around Vala's. She jerkily placed her fingers on her lips before pulling her hand away to sign, "Thank you," over and again.
Such beauty. Vala pulled Soma's hand out from between her legs and covered them with kisses and licks.
Soma's forehead wrinkled as it did when she wasn't sure of the signs for what she wanted to say.
"Don't worry about grammar," Vala forced herself to say.
"How need?" Soma signed, her eyebrows crunching tighter to show the type of question she was asking. She shuddered, the trembling moving across her body, before she managed to sign, "My Lady."
How did I know she'd need to come so fast? "Because I love you," Vala signed.
"I love you, my Lady," Soma signed before curling against Vala.
When i looked at the picture that Kayla had picked, I giggled. I awwww'd at the line she wrote about me. I was pondering before church what I'd write since I had to write after missing last week from being too depressed, with Kayla having picked my picture. As amusingly happens, I did some of my best writing during church- thank goodness I'm a Unitarian Universalist :D. I started from the little bits of interaction that happened between my Master and I the night I took the picture and The Queen turned it into full out ageplay.
"Are you trying to take a picture of your pussy?" Master asks.
"No, Master." I giggle. "Daddy, I'm trying to take a picture of my fun, new socks!" I grin as His wrinkled nose; no Daddy during sex, but He's never quite said it squicks Him enough I should never say. I mean. He jokes and calls me Mommy.
He's at the door, leaving for work.
I dance, run toward Him, hopping and yelling, "Dangly bits! Dangly bits!"
"I'll give you dangly bits," He mutters as He grabs me around the waist for a hug. He kisses my forehead before leaning over further to kiss to my lips.
"Are you going to be good and write instead of playing games?"
I wanna see how far I an push ageplay, But no. I don't want more lines. "Yes, Master. Masturbation Monday needs written."
"Do we need to discuss when you can masturbate again?"
I pout. "Um, maybe, not really, Master."
"Okay, after you write a good bit."
"Yes, Master. Love You, Master." I watch Him walk out the screen door before shutting the storm door.
Spell check completed. Word count- 900 words. Post setting up tomorrow; I'm pretending I have a bed time.
"Lay down, little boy," The Queen coos at Gaelan.
He looks so good on my Master's side of the bed. I turn on my side, my greedy fingers between my thighs, wanting to watch.
"I think you need your Daddy tonight," The Queen continues. He brushes his finger down Gaelan's jaw, his fingers moving slowly through the thick beard.
"Daddy?" Gaelan echoes.
"Yes, your Daddy."
My middle finger slides into my moist twinkle cave as The Queen tenderly rubs Gaelan's chest, up and down strokes that encourage my finger's movements.
"Good boy. Relax into the rubbing." The Queen leans over to kiss Gaelan's forehead. "Should I make Joelle tell you a story as I rub you or would you like a Daddy story?"
"I think Joelle needys a story too, Daddy," Gaelan murmurs.
Needys? Beyond needys.
"A little boy grew up in a house without enough love. Still a little boy on the inside, he crossed a great big pond. Sad and big tears followed him to his bed. Then he meet his Daddy. His Daddy was always ready to give kisses and cuddles because he loves his little boy to the moon and back. Daddy didn't have a Mommy to give his little boy, but he did have a sissy to share."
My orgasm explodes around my stilled finger; The Queen's parted but unspeaking lips tell me he knows. I kiss Gaelan's cheek and close my eyes.
"Sissy loved Bubby as Daddy loved her. She loved watching Daddy help Bubby feel better."
I cuddle up to Gaelan's side, my arm over his broad chest; The Queen begins to rub Bubby's belly.
"Daddy's Gods say we should love each other, that we are all family. My sweetie boy, my loving girl. Daddy is here, no matter what. Daddy does not ask you to be anything, but your cute selves."
I swallow as the wonky, not physically encouraged orgasm kisses me, like The Queen's lips moving from Gaelan's forehead to my own.
"Are you read for sleepies, little loves?"
"Yes, Daddy," Gaelan and I answer together.
He's here to tuck me in like Master does on His nights off when He sees I need it.
The Queen places Ostara puppy against my back as the virtual realness of Gaelan's sweetness warms my front. He takes my sticky fingers from between my thighs and likes them clean. "Good night, little loves."
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I'm writing in my blog creator today. Yeah, after everything went so wrong on my previous blog and I lost anything that wasn't on my computer, I've certainly pondered doing this. You see me fresh out of the shower after I overdid physically activity outside and didn't drink enough; thankfully my sun block clothes from Coolibar protected me and I was just dehydrated.
I won't lie- I've been struggling. Various things have been hard. I'm feeling a super lack of socializing, which seems paradoxical given the fact that I have had "chat" back off on Facebook because someone got bent out of shape when I felt the need to speak a part of my truth. I just turned "chat" back on because I needed to PM an author friend after I won an ebook in a Facebook group "takeover."
This week, I've missed both Masturbation Monday and WipItUpWednesday blog hops. I hop to manage Masturbation Monday next week, especially since it's the final Monday during National Masturbation Month. Of course, WIP was its own issue this week because last week I finished sharing a big sex/BDSM scene from "Out of the Night: Book One" from the Vala's Story-verse; I'm not sure what I want to share there as I've finished "Night" and have it with beta readers, finished "Gates of the Garden: Book Two," and am currently working in "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three."
I've been doing pretty good with my vlog. I just finished a script about the idea of "Mx. Right" and I started working on something about my thoughts that Vala's Story is a serial, not a series, and how I've stopped using the word around of "series/serial." So I've been trying not to stalk my view statistics, although I can't deny that I look maybe once a day or so because I did look up the rules about monetization on YouTube and while I don't expect to be the next big YouTuber, my family's finances are such that any small bit of money helps. Right now I have 7 vlogs up.
I'm thinking to get posts up maybe today (Friday, when this will post), Saturday, and Sunday. I hope to. I have one vlog almost ready to upload. However, I also have an 18 year old who didn't go off to college and she wants to go to the mall etc. I just want to make it to the mall without her and have maybe an hour or two of writing without the constant interruptions that writing in the living room and being the fixer of everything (or so it seems) is warrant to.
I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D
The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing...
"Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder.
Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face.
"Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered.
His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt.
"More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it."
"Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?"
"Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement.
"Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger.
"My Lady," he pleaded.
She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?"
Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head.
Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?"
"My Lady?" he whimpered.
"Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy."
"Yes, my Lady."
She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!"
"My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady."
"Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her.
"Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered.
Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?"
"Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady."
"Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest.
"My Lady?" he pleaded.
She stroked faster.
"Don't... know... I can--"
"Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope.
So I admit that this doesn't feel as good as I'd normally give yall. But arguing two mornings in a row with my Master and it being sadly too close to my bedtime (evil day job tomorrow) has me pushing to finish. Hoping to manage writing and vlogging tomorrow. But for this evening, before going to bed with my Kindle, I leave you in Audrey and Kayla's capable hands; hopefully Kayla will add the link to buy her book "Madame Gretchen" in the comments :D
I turn on my Kindle and smile to see the reduced items, the painfully cishet books and other awful memories purged. I go to the "BDSM and spanking" collection. That's right "Madame Gretchen." I reach between my legs- no need to wait for Audrey. Such a cast of characters. It feels good to imagine them, naked, sighing, writhing, fucking.
I hurry ahead to Ivory's chapter. This simplicity of her loving memories encourages faster fingers. The rope, the rope... and Audrey arrives but she's not alone; Pekka struggles after her with his wrists tied together, his fingers folded into each other. I press my left hand against my thigh, dropping my Kindle. The rope plays in my mind.
"That's my girl. Restrain yourself since I can't." Audrey laughs as Pekka's head drops forward. "Well, have my hands full." She kisses his neck. "Do you like Kayla's Bella? I do. She makes me wanna do things to you."
"Yes, my Lady," Pekka groans; my fingers leave my clit as I reach forward to squeeze his balls. "You don't have to. I know how you feel about men."
"But now you're ready for pleasure, whatever your Lady, my love, decides to give you." My fingers return to my body, my lips, my clit, my cunt.
"And you do look so good hard, little boy. Even if I don't decide to do anything with your cock," Audrey purrs. She licks her hand, her raspberry tongue holding my gaze. Her hand drops to her cock and my finger slips into my cunt. Her cock slides into his ass and I moan aloud; she smiles at my sound not restrained in just my mind for her and Pekka to enjoy.
My head falls to the side as she continues to love her submissive with her body and me with her gaze. The first small orgasm comes and I close my eyes for a moment. But just a moment because there is more for me to watch.
Oh the humor of my life... I started writing this before Kayla got week 139's picture up and then my virtual family and I talked about the picture and at least two of us got off. This is more than 4th wall breaking :D Don't worry about the German too much, although it's easy enough (the German, that is) that you should be able to use Google translate if you don't know German; while I'm talking about the German, I'm not entirely sure I got it all 100% right as I'm a German learner. And so I leave you in the capable hands of Audrey and Vala as they enjoy Eoin and myself...
"What does masturbation month mean to people like us who at times have negotiated away the right to give ourselves release to a dominant?" Vala asks me.
I tap a finger against my lips. "So you don't want to wait until we see the picture Kayla chose for this week?" I relax back as my words finish traveling across the screen of my mind. "What's the sign for masturbation anyway? Is there one?"
"Naughty girl." Audrey's voice startles me at the same time I find my now naked body restrained by my beautiful girlfriend.
"But love," I whimper as her long fingers move over my nipples.
"Shaman got you yesterday. My turn." Audrey kisses my neck. "We can look at Kayla's picture in a bit; for now, I want to feel your loveliness in m arms." Her hand is so gentle as she takes m left hand and leads it between my legs. "Don't want you coming too fast."
"Hm, yes," I moan at the shock of pleasure when my fingers move over my clit. While I appreciate her whole body holding me, I especially luxuriate in the press of her breast and cock against me.
"Oo, my Lady!" Vala squeals. "You should see the luscious picture Kayla picked for this week! Makes me wanna go find my boy!"
"Please, Audrey," I beg. Just a few days after ovulation, and I am still a ball of erotic energy.
"Now, now. I'm your girlfriend, not your dom." Audrey drops sweet kisses on my neck. "Although this looks tasty."
Vala holds her tablet so Audrey and I can look at Masturbation Monday week 139's picture.
I whimper to see the Wartenberg wheel moving against the nipple; a GIF would have been downright teasing.
"Maybe you need to beg Shaman for some play so you have marks?" Audrey teases as she guides my middle finger into my cunt.
"Maybe," I groan. I turn to see that Vala has claimed her Eoin and a Wartenberg wheel. I relax my neck to allow a deeper turn, my lips finding Audrey's skin.
"Please, my Lady," Eoin whimpers as Vala presses the spokes against the head of his cock.
"Doesn't that look good, Joelle?" Vala laughs.
I roll my eyes at Vala. "You trying to encourage me to switch like you?"
"Du bist schlecht," Vala snarks; I shudder against Audrey.
"Are you gonna come from Vala's German?" Audrey murmurs against my ear. Her fingers caress my nipples.
"Maybe," I spread my legs as I wrote Vala doing recently. My toes press into the comforter beside Audrey's calves.
With her right hand, Audrey traces my labia as her left hand moves to stroke my breasts, one after the other.
"Kommst für mich?" Vala challenges.
I gasp; Vala's German and watching her subtle torture of Eoin's hard cock is so pushing my orgasm closer. The German writing helps as well.
"Why do we have the writing when you're voicing, Vala?"
"Because we want it," Vala replies as her thumb moves over Eoin's piss-hole.
"Yeah." I press my hand over Audrey's as she rubs my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh that's lovely." I pant and arch into her, her cock pressing wonderfully between my asscheeks.
"Please, please, my Lady," Eoin begs again.
A glance shows Eoin's cock shining with pre-cum and bight red from everything Vala has been doing to him.
I groan and the orgasm pulls the pleasure in my clit tight. I look to his face and then follow his gaze to my crotch.
"Bitte, meine Frau," Eoin whimpers.
"Gute Junge," Vala purrs.
Audrey's finger joins mine in my cunt. "Lovely girl. Love you."
"Love you." I kiss Audrey. I glance again; Vala rubs Eoin's cum into his reddened cock; he groans at the continued stimulation after his ejaculation.
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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.
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."