Looking at Elliot's wonderful picture led me to a thought of a character I haven't worked with in awhile. Sure, it's only been a few weeks since you've seen Audrey (if you regularly read my #MasturbationMonday posts), but I wanted to consider Iven's cock (and genitals) since Kayla mentioned that we “were a little low on cocks.” Well if you know me, that's practically an invitation for me to work with transgender and/or non-binary characters.
Audrey held the car door open for Iven. “Get in, my sweet boy.”
“Thanks, my Lady.” With careful movements, Iven settled himself into the passenger seat of Audrey's car.
She slipped into the driver's seat and revved the engine before easing out of the parking spot. “Any thoughts about what the doctor had to say?”
“I'm so glad she said I'm all healed, my Lady. Not having to be as careful about heavy lifting? I'm still unsure about my decision not to have my vagina closed or the procedure where they make it possible for me to pee standing.”
She reached beyond the car console separating them to pat his knee. “Can you put your finger on what's causing your uncertainty, lover?”
Iven laughed. “Lover? Okay, if you like calling me that, my Lady. I don't know. Maybe I'm unsure what it means to me to be a man, since it's not like our culture gives me much valuable guidance.”
“I find you to be an entirely gorgeous man, if that helps.”
“Thanks, my Lady.” He dragged his bright pink tongue over his lips. “My Lady, the doctor did say I'm ready for genital-based sexuality, at least from a physical perspective.”
“Yup.” She grabbed a look out the corner of her eye to see his hopeful expression. “Would you like to spend some time in my bed this afternoon since you're still off work?”
“I would like that very much, please, my Lady.”
She dropped a quick kiss on his cheek. “Rest your eyes and we'll enjoy my bed as soon as we get home.”
Iven stood at the doorway to Lady Audrey's bedroom. His heart seemed to pound in his ears.
As she pulled down the comforter and flat sheet, Lady Audrey watched him.
“I hadn't had any gender confirming surgeries yet, the last time I was in your bed, my Lady.” He brushed his fingers over his thigh. So glad no phalloplasty meant no skin graphs.
She nodded. “Are you feeling better in your body?”
“Very much. Thank you for all your help with it, my Lady.” Why is she treating me like it's my first day as a sub?
“Strip and place your hands on your neck,” she ordered.
He yanked off his sweats and shirt before tossing them toward her hamper. One foot at a time, he stepped on the toes of his socks and pulled his foot out. He sucked in a deep breath and held it with his fingers inside the waistband of the red boxer briefs Lady Audrey had bought him. With a shake of his head, he released the held air and pushed the underwear down his body. I picked the correct procedures for my comfort. I like the way my body looks now. Her low moan drew his gaze up to her face.
“Should we have renegotiated things before you stripped?” she growled.
“No, my Lady. We've already worked through new language I find comfy and I'm all healed. I'm excited to see if and how I appreciate your touch even more 'cause I like my body this way.”
“Was the pause in removing your underwear about worries on what I'd think of your cock size?”
He swallowed hard as he followed his hands against his neck. “Yes, my Lady. I like it, until I'm reminded about how small I am in comparison.”
“To other guys' cocks? Or to mine in specific?”
“Um, in general, I think, my Lady.” He tightened his fingers' interlacing.
“Do you need to put on your sports binder to feel comfortable?”
“Please, my Lady!”
“Go do it and then resume position!”
Iven ran to his room, nabbed his tan-colored sports binder from its spot in the drawer, before he pulled it up his body. Adjusting his breasts so they were compressed better, he tried to slow his breathing. He returned to her bedroom with more controlled steps.
“There. You feel better?”
“Yes, thanks, my Lady. My offer still stands if you wanna get top surgery.”
“I know, my Lady.”
“Rearrange the pillows and blankets so you can lay in the middle of my bed, be comfortable, able to breathe.”
“Yes, my Lady.” Iven ran across the carpet and slid on his stomach up her bed. The pressure of his cock pressed against the comforter zinged pleasurably through him. He rose to his knees and piled two pillows together against the headboard. Releasing his breath, he then pulled as much oxygen as he could in his binder. Good thing it's just the sports binder. He lowered his body back flat before turning over and resting from his shoulders up on the pillow.
“Very good, my boy. I have some plans for you.”
Maybe I'm too much in a noveling space (finishing up work on a novel WIP during Camp Nanowrimo as I put together this post), but as you can see, this is already like 800 words and there is no genital-based sex. Audrey says you need to come back next week for part 2.
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.
Okay, we're back into Ailin's POV. I'm undecided if this is the last scene in this figuring-out-story-things-in-fiction thing. I was amused though- before I forget- I'm not sure people realized that this is within my Vala's Story serial and Ailin is just so proper, so submissive that Kaya gets called "Lady Kaya" as a dominant in The Queen's hierarchy, same as Prisca, although only Kaya is directly dominant over him. Of course, this is still days before The Queen is told- which actually happens in the re-written "Gates of the Garden: Book Two" (I know, I gotta stop fixing my serial :D ) Ailin is still holding out on his identity btw- Deaf? Hard of Hearing?
And two bits of explanation for you- in talking about ASL, there is something called ASL Gloss (where some of the English translation of an ASL sign is given in mostly or all capital letters.) Also I'd pondered something called "hand shape" in ASL; rather than trying to describe something like an "A hand shape," I'm giving you the link to go look at the hand shapes in ASL. http://www.lifeprint.com/asl101/pages-layout/handshapes.htm
Lady Kaya placed a hand on Ailin's shoulder. She spoke one short word.
Her lips moved. Consonant. Ate? Her tongue moved within her mouth. That's a T. Um.
Adan signed, "Hey. Are you so upset that you cannot manage to figure out?"
Adan signed, "Wait. Our Lady wants you to wait." After a moment of Lady Kaya's lips moving, she started translating into ASL.
"This might be better done on paper, but I'm concerned about title use. Does that work okay in ASL?" Kaya asked.
"Can I answer for you, my Lady? Ailin's feeling rough," Adan said.
"Sure," Kaya answered.
"ASL doesn't have a lot of the respect language that English does, my Lady," Adan started, only to have Kaya lift her hand like a B.
"Speaking of titles, for now you and your brother can drop them, at least until we've enjoyed swimming."
"Yes, thanks, my Lady." Adan nodded. "So, there is no Mr. or Mrs. or related words in ASL. While The Queen will need to make a decision once Ailin agrees to tell him or if you decide to push the topic, you can make a decision for now, what pleases you."
"Let's step back into our room." Kaya pointed over her shoulder at their closed door.
"Your gesture was close to the sign for past, my Lady," Adan explained.
They went back into their room, Prisca closing the door after all of them.
"Ready to translate?" Kaya asked Adan.
Nodding, Adan lifted her hands in front of her chest.
"Prisca and I are in agreement of keeping Ailin's hearing between the four of us until after The Queen comes to the mansion this coming week. To that end though, I think we should be careful how much we sign outside of our bedroom so we don't involve anyone else in keeping this from The Queen; honesty is so important to this family. So we will make a decision between the four of us about titles. That said, I need to be sure that you, Ailin, will agree to renegotiate with The Queen about title use once he knows." Kaya tapped her fingers against her thigh. "Well that was a lot for you to interpret, Adan. Do we need to switch over to writing or are you still good?"
"I'm good, but I would suggest, my Lady, that if what you're thinking now is to negotiate with Ailin what he'll use right now with you, until we find out if hearing aids will be able to help him or not, it might be more pragmatic to do this part in writing." Adan turned to Ailin and translated her comment into ASL.
Kaya wandered away to her nightstand.
Prisca said, "Adan? I want Ailin to know that whatever he agrees with Kaya goes for me. Though I have a suggestion that may ease worries about us signing outside our room."
"Yes, my Lady?" Adan replied.
"Why don't we say that Kaya and I asked you both to teach us ASL? We're already both bilingual."
"Oh my Lady! That would be wonderful." Adan brushed her fist over one eye. "I have a book you could start with the manual alphabet!" She ran to Prisca's bookshelf and grabbed one thin book.
They both want to learn ASL. This has got to be some dream. The phrase book? Thank goodness I'm relaxing and managing to lipread again.
Adan slowly demonstrated the sign for LADY-polite, her A hand sliding down her jaw before the thumb of her 5 hand touched her chest and made two small circles.
Is she going to continue consecutive interpreting so she's not SimCom-ing? Ailin turned his attention to Lady Kaya; she'd sat on her bed with a pencil and paper on her lap before gesturing with one index finger. Hoping he wasn't shouting, he said, "If you did that gesture with both fingers, you'd have the sign for COME, my Lady."
"Thank you," Kaya signed.
"I didn't know you'd picked up a sign, my Lady," Ailin cried as he ran across the room to her.
Kaya pulled Ailin down onto the bed beside her and hugged him for a long moment. Releasing him, she then brought the pen and notebook onto her lap. She wrote, "Of course I learned a few signs from seeing you and Adan use them repeatedly. What was that sign Adan showed Prisca just now?"
Ailin accepted the pencil from Kaya and wrote, "Lady, the polite form, my Lady."
"Remember, no title for now. At least not until we agree to what we're going to do."
Ailin put his hand to his hot cheek before nodding.
Kaya hugged Ailin with her arm still wrapped around his waist. She started writing again. "Does the 'my Lady' construction make any sense translated into ASL?"
"Not really, but then none of it really translates well," Ailin wrote.
"What about just using the polite form of Lady that Adan taught? I'm fine with that."
After joining them on the bed, Prisca signed, "Me too."
Joyful laughter escaped Ailin.
Kaya wrote, "Good boy. I like seeing you happy. Everything will be okay." She placed the notebook and pen on the bed before dropping to the floor between his legs. She kissed the head on his cock before sucking it into her mouth.
A moan of pleasure buzzed across Ailin's lips. But, my Lady? He placed his hands on her shoulders as he enjoyed the intimacy. A light touch on his arm startled him.
Adan signed, "Lady Prisca wrote 'no beg.' I don't think Lady Kaya would disagree."
Ailin relaxed his forearms back onto Kaya's bed. His toes curled into their carpet. He sighed when she placed her left hand on his thigh, her right hand cupping his balls. No beg, no waiting for the comfort. Her beautiful eyes as she awaits my release, tries to pull it out of me. His attention wandered across her soft squeezing hand, her warm mouth and tongue relishing attention on his cock. Oh I'm going to come fast if you keep doing that. His gaze dropped to meet hers; the affection and passion in her honey brown eyes filled him with peace just before his orgasm surprised him. He clutched her shoulder trying to warn her of his coming. "Thanks, thanks. Love you," he whimpered. Her gentle swallows coaxed more pleasure from him until he moaned what he was sure was aloud.
After several more moments, Kaya lifted her mouth from Ailin's cock and kissed his inner thigh. Then she stood up and signed, "Come."
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Right now, I have a lot of thoughts about Ailin and his hearing loss so that's what I'm writing. I was amused to see the next WIP being on the 27th when I was setting it up (so it would be set up and I could share it with a BR); it made me think of a conversation with my therapist- "Well Christmas is just another day to me." "Yes, even so, you have enough food, right?"
Now as I'm writing, I'm managing to cause detail issues that'll mean re-writing in Vala's Story, although that's totally fine as I'm figuring out stuff about Ailin here so I can show what I need to in her story. Here, we've switched to Adan's POV; she's Ailin's twin, also fluent in ASL, but her hearing is fine. In the structure of The Queen's hierarchy, Prisca is Adan's dominant and the 4 share a bedroom.
"Adan, sweet, I know you and your brother sign a lot, but interpreting is a different sort of thing, isn't it?" Kaya asked.
"It is, my Lady, but I would offer you two thoughts: if you don't want me to go for simultaneous interpretation between you and him, I'd have an easier time, and also you could write if you would prefer. Professionally speaking, interpreters tend to work for thirty minutes to an hour, depending on the demands of the situation and a bunch of other facts, my Lady."
Kaya nodded. "I want to keep this conversation short and to ask you and Prisca to join us in the pool after this. Do you mind interpreting? And we should agree on title use while you're interpreting, shouldn't we? Well an interpreter's supposed to be like a tool, so you'd only use a title if the person you're interpreting uses one, right?"
"I could do that, my Lady, although I must admit that I'm not sure where my Lady is at the moment. She went off somewhere in the house, telling me just to hang out here with Ailin, maybe an hour ago."
"Before we start, I'd like you to get Prisca on the intercom."
"Yes, my Lady." Adan got up from the bed, smiling at Ailin as Kaya pulled him between her legs and cuddled him. Studying the intercom panel, she pushed the button for the whole house. "My Lady Prisca, my Lady Kaya would like you to talk to you on the intercom." She waited beside the panel. Why wouldn't he let us say something sooner? Look at our Lady loving on him!
Prisca's voice came suddenly over the intercom. "Sweetheart, does Kaya still want me?"
Adan pressed the answer button. "Yes, my Lady."
Kaya took over at this point. "In about twenty minutes, I'd like to take the twins to the pool. Are you free to join us?"
"I'm just down the hall in Tommy and Simon's room. Be there in a moment," Prisca answered.
Adan returned to Prisca's bed.
"Sweet boy, why did you hide this so long? It's not like dealing with hearing loss would get you punished," Kaya cried out.
Positioning herself so Ailin could see her, Adan translated Kaya's words into ASL.
With halting signs, Ailin replied, "Manly men wouldn't be deaf, my Lady."
"Love, love," Kaya murmured as she kissed his cheeks.
"Brother, you know your hearing loss doesn't affect your gender," Adan signed. She wrinkled her nose. "And this is why family aren't good terps."
"What do you mean by that?" Kaya asked.
"I just put in my own thought there, rather than just interpreting your comment, my Lady."'
"Hm. But I'm sure Ailin knew it was you talking rather than you interpreting me? What if just act like the family we are? Like you could just sign brother before your own comments?"
"Well since we're not at the doctor or anything important outside our family, I guess that's okay, my Lady," Adan replied. Switching to sign, she said, "Brother, I'm going to try to interpret in a more family like way."
"OK," Ailin signed.
"Why do you want to wait to tell The Queen?" Kaya asked.
No beating around the bush with our Lady.
"He's still getting Vala ready. And LGBT Pride is coming, my Lady. Can't we wait until when we're all together, like he said at the last stable meeting?"
"You know he'd rather know something that's wrong so he can help. Sweet, are you so overwhelmed that you're dropping my title so much?"
"Sorry, my Lady." Ailin's face scrunched up like he was about to cry.
"No, no. Tell him he's not in trouble. You're not in trouble." Kaya hugged him. "We might not be following exact interpreter protocol, but I know you're not supposed to talk in the third person like that."
"Hey, what's up?" Prisca said after opening the door and heading into their room.
"We're not going to keep it from Prisca too?" Kaya asked Ailin.
Ailin rubbed his face for a moment before shaking his head. His head bowed, he started to sign. "My Lady, Adan's been helping me to bluff my way through hearing loss for months now. I... I'm not ready for us to tell The Queen yet, my Lady."
Prisca held out her arms and lifted both her eyebrows as she'd no doubt seen the twins do at many a point while signing.
A tear streaked down Ailin's cheek as he nodded.
Prisca caught Ailin and Kaya in a big hug. She stepped back and sat on the bed behind Adan. "Why and how long do you want to wait to tell The Queen?"
"Just until he comes to the mansion in a few days, my Lady, just so I don't have to struggle over the phone or beg someone else to tell him for me," Ailin replied in more certain and emphatic signs.
"Signing and Adan interpreting is working much better than you guessing at what you only half hear, isn't it?" Kaya asked.
"Sweet boy, what do you think about a different hairstyle for you?" Kaya asked.
Brushing a hand over his head, Ailin appeared to be considering Kaya's question.
Don't try to guess what our Lady wants. Give your truth. Adan clasped Prisca's hand where it rested on her stomach as she waited for someone to say something. She relaxed back into Prisca's embrace when he started signing.
"Maybe something that would allow me to show off hearing aids, if my hearing can even be helped by them, my Lady?" Ailin smiled hopefully. "Maybe get enough cut off that we could donate my hair, my Lady? Do you think The Queen would say yes, my Lady?"
"I think he'd be open to it, but are you thinking a buzz cut? I would miss your curls." Kaya pouted.
"Not that short, my Lady." Ailin shook his head. "Might we look online later so we can print out a picture when I ask The Queen, my Lady?"
"So we're going to wait until after Vala's collaring and maybe a day or two for settling in?" Prisca interjected?
"Please, my Lady," Ailin signed with huge gestures.
"And you'll just keep relying on your partial hearing and Adan's help until we tell him?" Prisca continued.
"And writing when we're in your room, please, so Adan isn't having to interpret all the time, my Lady?" Ailin batted his eyelashes at Prisca.
"Sure. Erik is away. Let's go get in the pool naked."
Adan took Ailin's hand in hers and led him into the hallway to wait on their Ladies. Thank goodness my Lady took it better than I hoped.
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A status message to a friend- random thought, what about showing Ailin understanding in lyricals, maybe even a sex scene? (Take a read of "Song Without Words" by Gerald Shea, an autobiography in which he considers his hearing loss, that he managed to live with undiagnosed from early childhood until his 30s.) Another status message- Am I still a writer if I'm not writing? So I created an OpenOffice file, named it "Ailin's Hearing Loss" and started this introduction. I don't think it's fair to call this a work-in-progress, although maybe it's about the less of what "publish" means on those signs about writing in public schools (in other words, even onto my website is "publishing," even though I retain all the rights to it.) I'm not sure how long or short this will be because it's 7:32 pm according to my clock, late in the Eastern Time Zone to be starting fresh writing especially for #WipItUpWednesday- well and to help me inhabit a character I haven't before.
Adan's hand moving pulled Ailin's attention from his book. "Hey! Someone's coming. I think our Lady Kaya."
"Thank you," Ailin signed. He closed his book and sat up on Lady Kaya's bed. He shuddered; she still wore the shiny orange-tinted lip gloss that made her lips hard to understand.
"Lilliness, tum seer," Kaya ordered.
Ailin's heart skipped a beat before his Lady pointed at the floor before her. Saved by her gesture. He dashed off the bed and scurried across the floor on all fours to where she stood. Please gesture more without me having to admit to anything, my Lady.
"Up!" she ordered, the word clear even with her quiet tone.
He settled back on his shins before lifting his hands carefully under his hair. Tilting his head back, he watched her lips for her next order.
"Abut loofey bearta taipan sufi?" Kaya murmured.
Don't look at Adan for a translation. But that was total gibberish to me. Goddess, grant me the serenity. Um, taipan? The California house lizards? "My Lady?" he replied, hoping it didn't sound impertinent.
Lady Kaya knelt before him. "I want to lounge in a bath. You too?"
Nodding enthusiastically, he answered, "Yes, please, my Lady."
"Something clatter datter ears snorts?"
Clatter? Datter? Um, datter... dour... your ears! But what's clatter have to do with it? Matter?
"Hello? Ailin?" She pushed up on his chin until he brought his gaze to her eyes. "Don't ooey asp dourt ester. What omi ing?"
Your sister! I must have pulled my chin, trying to look at Adan. Omi ing? Om I ing? Am I ing? Ing? I must have missed half the word.
"Ailin?" She brushed her large knuckles over his earlobe. "Mooshy?"
"I... I've been... bad." He swallowed hard. "My Lady." Will she let Adan help now?
"How?" Lady Kaya demanded.
"Mooshy, my Lady?" He furrowed his eyebrows in the ASL grammar way.
"Tell. Me. How."
Poor Adan's so anxious. I can hear myself okay still. "I... I'm not hearing... my Lady." He released a puff of tense air from his burning lungs.
Kaya took Ailin's hand and urged him to stand; she released his hand to wrap her arms around his waist for a tight hug. "L-O-V-E. Not mooshy."
As she led him across the room, he looked up to see she was bringing them to Lady Prisca's bed. "Owiung ute bin dinths?" She gestured at Adan.
Adan translated Lady Kaya's sentence into ASL. "How long have you been hiding this?"
Closing his eyes, he tried to will his lips to stop trembling. Too long. Why have I been so scared? The Queen, this family, they don't ask me to be anything I'm not. His sister's soft palm pressed on his forearm. He opened his eyes.
Frowning, Adan signed, "You must tell her! She can only help if she knows."
Ailin nodded. "Voice for me?" he signed.
Looking at Lady Kaya even as he signed, Ailin replied, "A few months after The Queen collared me, I started to notice I was missing sounds, my Lady."
"One title per statement is fine," Kaya said, Adan continuing to interpret. She swiped a hand over her head, smoothing her hair down. "We need to tell The Queen."
Gasping, Ailin shook his head in desperation. "Please, not yet, my Lady!" he signed, his hands flying with his emotion.
With the back of her hand, Kaya wiped the gloss from her lips. "Help?"
"Yes, my Lady," Ailin answered in voice.
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."
So with various WIPs going with the release of "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I struggled with what to share this week. A friend stepped up to beta read Vala's Story and as she's Deaf, she's especially been helping with hearing loss story lines. I decided for this week that I'll skip way ahead in the Vala's Story timeline to share a freshly written scene from the spin-off "Vala's Hearing Loss."
Vala grabbed the boar bristle brush Simon had bought so many years ago, the ruby red, heart-shaped hair barrette, and the bottle of water for styling. She waved, "Hey" at Soma. Once her girl was looking at her, she pointed at the stool Simon had cut down special for her to use when doing her girl's hair.
Setting her adorable little ass on the gleaming, dark wood of the stool, Soma placed her hands on her naked thighs.
"Good girl," Vala signed before moving behind Soma. She spritzed water on the top and then worked down Soma's long hair before she began to brush.
Soma held up her hand to fingerspell "Good" where Vala could see it.
Throat vibrating with moans, Vala placed the spray bottle on her dressing table and started to brush Soma's beautiful hair. She breathed in deeply as she enjoyed the moments. "Beautiful girl," she murmured.
Lifting her hand again, Soma made the ILY handshape.
Vala smiled as she brushed her girl's hair. A few moments later, she put down the brush and grabbed the spray bottle again. She moistened Soma's hair before making three parts in her hair at the crown. Her fingers moved quickly as she braided the hair. Pausing at the nape of Soma's neck, she ordered aloud, "Pull forward."
Soma leaned forward from the waist until her hair in Vala's hands grew taut again.
Again with quick fingers, Vala worked her way down Soma's hair until the hair ran out and she wrapped one hand around the bottom of the braid while she grabbed the barrette with the other. She bit down on the clasp to spring it open before closing it on the tip of Soma's beautiful hair. She pressed kisses to either side of her girl's slender neck. She reached around to cup Soma's breasts, her right hand traveling up to the throat to feel her moans beneath her collar.
Once Vala again stood in front of her, Soma signed, "Want to give myself to you, my Lady."
"Yes, darling love. My throat feels dry tonight. You'll have to watch harder for my signs," Vala said before pressing her lips together.
"Yes, my Lady," Soma signed.
Yum, love the picture Kayla provided this week; while I first pictured it as the end, now I'm pondering where it could have been- like maybe the off-screen beginning?
So now for the meta-scene consideration: are my characters (3 of 4 of them UUs like me) thinking about the 7th Principe as they fuck or am I encouraging them to fuck in a way that illuminates the Principle- ("the interconnected web of all existence of which we are a part.")
No, I will not go into 1st Person, no matter how much I want to; Vala has the action. And I realize that the action may not flow well from one section to the next- I plan to eventually collect the series this is part of into a small ebook that will be available eventually.
Vala groaned at Iona's small hands clasping her thighs before the loving mouth moved over the spots that made her want to come the fastest. The hisses that would have been shouts of "Yes!" if The Queen's cock didn't so beautifully fill her mouth broke the air. His thighs moved in her grasp.
Bird song rang out from the large bird house Simon had just installed.
One moment and Vala felt the grass poking through the blanket before The Queen and Iona drew her back into pleasure given and pleasure received. She let one hand slide from his thigh to his balls. As he moaned hoarsely, she saw his mouth pressed to Greta's naked lips. She came again, her mouth and thighs pulling in more sensation.
The rain picked up in intensity, while it didn't dissuade Vala in her goals. Her hair tugged on her scalp as his balls tightened up in her grasp.
"Queen, yes!" Greta cried out and Iona's moans filled her kissing, sucking mouth.
Iona slipped a finger into Vala's cunt.
Vala let go of The Queen's balls to grasp his ass. She stretched her tongue to touch the root of his cock even as she sucked on him. His cum rushed into her mouth, battered the back of her throat.
The Queen rolled away from Vala onto the grass. Remnants of his cum fled under the rain's caress.
Vala shuddered as a second finger pushed her into a strong orgasm. she whimpered as Iona and Greta pulling her toward The Queen, her release mutating into a sensation through her body.
"Did you come, my love?" Iona asked.
Vala held her breath, expecting Iona's question wasn't for her.
"Yes, thanks, my Lady," Greta murmured. She laughed. "I'm sure Vala enjoyed swallowing your cum, my Queen."
"Of course." The Queen pulled Vala against him, her head onto his chest.
Chewing her bottom lip at the momentary cold of his nipple jewelry, Vala then relaxed against him.
"No thunder still. This feels nice."
"Yes, it does, my Queen." Greta kissed The Queen's cheek.
"We'll get all wet," Iona joked.
"We're already all wet," Vala laughed.
"Did Simon say it was okay to swim in the pond again?" The Queen asked.
"I don't know, my Queen. Why don't we get dry and cuddle?" Vala begged.
"I'll leave you two to The Queen's pleasure," Iona said before kissing The Queen and Vala. "Come along, Greta. I think we especially need lunch after that interaction."
So I was torn between enjoying Elliott's picture or continuing Vala and Greta. Well my ladies won out. I left 'em outside next to Simon's homemade pond. Naked. Because when the nearest neighbor is at least half a mile away. But then life happened and I didn't manage to finish nor post the little I had done before Kayla got a new inspiration picture up for us; it certainly didn't lead me away from this brewing scene, which had only 143 words when I got it typed up so I could continue writing for 9/18th's Masturbation Monday. Hm, not sure where this is going, but I came to a spot again that seemed right to stop for now :D .
"Why should we take turns in our receptive pleasures?" Vala grinned. "If we are an interconnected web, shouldn't we 69?"
Vala crawled away from Greta only to plop onto her butt beside Greta's hip. She leaned over to kiss the beautiful olive-colored thigh. Grasping the far hip, she pulled Greta onto her side.
Whimpering as Vala's mouth captured her labia, Greta slid her hand down Vala's hip as she completed the connection. "Mm..."
Vala thrust her tongue into Greta's cunt, stopping the attempt at words. The warmth of the sun and Greta's touch caressed her skin. She kissed and licked the soft, hairless beauty in front of her. Without her lips entirely leaving Greta's skin, she lifted her voice to say, "Let's not hurry our pleasures, nor do I expect you to beg." She enjoyed Greta's smile pressed against her mound. She relaxed into the moments of giving and receiving. Stretching her legs, she felt someone join them on the blanket.
"Will it mess up your 69-ing if I join?" Iona asked from above the women.
"We could make a daisy chain," The Queen suggested as he knelt beside Vala's head. "Even if porn calls for all women."
With a groan, Vala lifted her head from Greta to look at The Queen."Uh, my Queen?"
"Do you mind, little love?" He traced his index finger down the bridge of her nose.
She blinked her eyes as she processed his words, the request of his tone of voice. She met his searching kiss. Her hands left the ground to bury in his hair, cupping the back of his head. Crawling awkwardly, she moved forward off Greta. Heart beat and breathing quickened as her face slipped down his body to his hard cock.
"My presence does not change this to a begging time," The Queen decreed before his body in a way that Vala suspected he'd connected with either Greta or Iona. His moans trickled down to Vala.
Swallowing with his cock pushing farther into her mouth, Vala basked in the increased sensation of soft lips once again finding her clit. She grasped his ass with one hand as her other hand pressed against her thigh. Bursting with sensation, she trembled between him and whoever it was fucking her cunt with their tongue. She sucked in whatever pre-cum he was already giving her. Iona's small hand clasped her hip, encouraging her shuddering.
A sudden, warm rain started to fall.
Vala angled her face to keep sucking The Queen without rain falling into her nose. She wiggled her tongue against the underside of his cock.
I sat down to write this, uninspired by this week's picture, having forgotten the #MasturbationMonday week number, and underwhelmed by the interim minister at the church I formerly was a member of. Wearing a Doors shirt with Jim writhing on the stage, Cheshire Cat *knee* socks [really *thigh* on me], a ruffly skirt, and my black bat chewy necklace, I was ready to see how the interim minister dealt with me; in case you don't know what said job title means, I'll tell you what I did my Master :D "Her job is to fuck things up for a year so they'll be ready for a new settled minister wants to change something."
Enough intro. I realized I hadn't started the 7th principle in the #UUsHaveSex series. Let's let Vala teach Greta [and us] what the principle is.
"I think I saw you once when I snuck into the BDSM club." Vala smirked at Greta.
"Were you a naughty girl?" Greta teased.
"Always." Vala clasped Greta's hand. "Let's drag the blanket over by the pond!" She sniffed the heavy fabric as she lifted it. "Oh, it still smells like The Queen."
"You are so wrong!" Greta laughed. "Let me smell."
"And you aren't wrong?" Vala passed the blanket to Greta and ran ahead to the pond's edge. She dipped her naked toes into the water. "I'm so happy for this warm spring day." Turning to watch Greta, she licked her lips as the beautiful woman sat on the spread blanket. "I'm also glad Iona let me borrow you."
Snorting, Greta lay back. "Like my Lady would say no to you unless it was orgasm denial or edging."
"Would you?" She dropped to the blanket next to Greta and yanked off her sundress.
"Never." Greta traced her fingers over Vala's bottom lip. "At least not when you've given me permission to drop your title." Groaning, she let her finger dip into Vala's sucking mouth. "Might I?"
Vala settled between Greta's legs, ass pressed to freshly shaved cunt. She rested her head in the crook of her loaned girl's shoulder.
A humming bird hovered over one of the pond's lotuses; Vala's gaze moved over it as it seemed to look back at her.
Greta placed her wetted finger between Vala's legs. "Might I ask the last time you came?" She brushed her lips against Vala's ear.
"You just wanna know how hard you'll have to work," Vala challenged.
"Nope." She stroked Vala's labia with index and ring fingers before parting them.
"It wasn't a begged for orgasm," Vala mocked.
"Uh huh." Greta let her finger slip into Vala's cunt.
"What if I just wanted to feel pleasure without orgasm as a goal? Maybe I don't feel worthy of an orgasm outside, if we're going to respect the whole interconnected web of life."
"I believe The Queen would figure out a punishment you don't like for the first part of your statement."
"Before the sun goes behind those clouds, why don't you change my mind of my worth?"
"Yeah. I'll do that."
I swear there'll be more. I've just ran out of emotional stamina to write tonight. Stupid St. John's Wort. Time for bed. For now, you can enjoy this vlog (not sexy, but it includes St. John's Wort babble and writer type stuff about word count. I repeat! Not sexy, so enjoy as a come down after the smoking hotness of the other #MasturbationMonday hoppers :D )