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 )
So Kayla, do I win some kind of reward for the times I managed the word "masturbation" in this? I also thought of a *fun* drinking game with the hop, but alas, I have no alcohol in the house :D. I got the majority of this written during my first church service of the day; Audrey approves.
But I thought of Pekka, saw the cum on the cock, and that led me to Audrey. You see, Pekka is a trans man who has had scrotal- and phalloplasty as well as a penis implant so he has erections with his surgically created penis. While I usually treat my transgender characters as their gender with the genital reality- like Audrey is a transgender woman but she has kept her intact penis and she uses it in sexual situations- I decided in this piece to allow their specific realities to shine through in their intimacy. By the way, when he think of "the T," he's thinking about testosterone, which for transgender men is the one hormone they have to take to transition to more masculine.
Pekka clasped his cock.
"My good boy," Audrey murmured. She massaged his balls until his cock grew hard in his hand. "My love."
He pressed the side of his body against her. Huffing his breath, he forced his attention on this moment, his body, his Lady.
Audrey opened a bottle of his favorite warning lube over his cock and let it flow for long moments. Her gaze traveled to his face as she pushed the bottle closed; this eyes met and he groaned deeply. "Are you feeling good?"
"Yes, thanks, my Lady, for your care." He pressed his face against her shoulder.
"You'd tell me if this form of masturbation no longer gave you pleasure?"
"Of course, my Lady," he whimpered.
She brushed her hand over his chest, her fingers digging into the thick chest hair that had thankfully come with the T. "My perfectly gorgeous submissive. I'm so grateful you included me in your quest to balance your masculinity and submission."
"Please keep stroking my chest like that, my Lady," he begged.
"Yes, my boy." She kissed his forehead.
He moaned, his mixed emotions oddly filling the sound. "I don't--" His words caught when her fingers moved over his erect nipple.
"What don't you?"she cooed as her hand slipped down his chest, across his rippling abs to finally tug on his abundant pubic hair.
"Please touch your cock, my Lady. I so want to see you come when my orgasm grows too much for my body to hold back any longer. Please, I beg, my Lady."
"Yes, my boy." She kissed and licked his cheek, ear, lips. Her hand slid off him.
He thrust his hips up as she grasped her cock, her fingers gently pushed back her foreskin. Licking his lips, he gazed at the pre-cum glistening on her glans. "My Lady," he gasped.
"I love hearing your arousal in your voice like that." She grasped the base of his cock beneath his hand before starting to stroke her own cock. "What if I'd said no?"
"I might have cried, my Lady," he rasped.
"Sweet boy. I know you find the most pleasure in mutual masturbation." She grinned.
"Your expression when I finally begged made me want to come right then, my Lady." He stroked his cock faster. With his other hand, he began to pinch his nipples.
"You know you don't have to beg to orgasm when you and I are enjoying time together like this," she purred. "You aren't trying to come at the same time like a romance novel? I don't need no hero like one of those books."
He shuddered against the bed, her words pushing that first small orgasm to burst in his belly. "Yes, yes," he hissed. He gripped the base of his cock to keep the orgasm pulsing in him. "Lady!" Shuddering again, he pressed against her.
"Good thing your writhing turns me on so," she growled as her palm moved over her glans as her ejaculation starting, her cum spraying over his lower body, dripping down the head of his cock.
"Love you love you love you, Lady! My Lady!" He whipped over onto his side and clung to her through the final throbbings of their closely timed orgasms.
"That's my boy. Love my sweet, wonderful boy." She held him tight and rested her chin on his head. "Always so perfect to masturbate with you, my love."
Kissing her neck, he bathed in her embrace.
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A few weeks ago (link here) I shared a portion of the page long "trigger warning" or "context description," as I prefer for "Vala: Out of Night" (that would be a different title than "Out of the Night: Book One" that I'm pondering. So today, I'm going to continue in difference and share with you a brand new blurb that is still in process. And yeah, obviously I'm doing some things different- like "triggering material" rather than "trigger warning"- I have my reasons.
Before that, I want to share some developments on Vala's Story. Beyond the rewrites- which are finished with me until BRs have comments through book 3- I've also found a new cover artist. While I'll be engaged in Camp Nano writing in a few days, I do hope to see about getting the first book- "Out of the Night: Book One" or "Vala: Out of Night"- what's your opinion?
Night controls and limits Mearr in many ways, but a gorgeous man and a name change helps Vala escape into happiness. The Queen introduces her to his family of submissives or slaves, as they each prefer to be called. Eighteen people, of whom she only meets two at first. Can she find her way in her new multi-racial family?
The Queen guides Vala into his family with love, affection, and BDSM. While Abrecan puts a bump into the road of The Queen's plans for Vala, the other adults in the family are ready to help. She makes a fast and deep connection especially with Iona, the beautiful Grecian woman who is parenting with The Queen. Can Vala become lover, partner, submissive, everything The Queen needs?
Simon and Tommy support The Queen in bringing in Vala from the beginning, even before her new name. Maybe not Abrecan, but everyone else waits patiently to welcome Vala into their love. Men and women, even a non-binary person not yet ready to come out, are so ready to love her. Can they help guide her into a better service to The Queen, a better love to the family?
Triggering material: There's enough complex stuff to warrant a whole page on the topic, but I'll summarize here. Multiple genders in multiple types of sexual and BDSM activity, interracial and polyamorous relationships, use of "slave" in a consensual BDSM context, upsetting character backstories that include everything from rape and incest to mentions of domestic abuse and racism.
This was originally from a venting sort of series, but I've broken that series all apart. The series was about how love can look in BDSM, that indeed, even if it doesn't look like love to others, there is often love in BDSM, I'd begged The Queen to step up and give a cisgender male view on it; a transgender guy friend had taken part in the series, but no cis man.
I love you, all of you, every last bit of you.
At first glance with BDSM, it is all too easy to miss the loving care that a Dominant will lavish on a devoted submissive. Especially when the care isn't what we have been taught to expect.
Let me ruminate on Mearr, then Vala once she decided on the new name she wanted, to mark her new life, to place herself firmly in my life and push away her tortured past. Oh, that sick little female I brought home from that coffeehouse. Even then, holding her in my arms, I could not help but look down on her and feel my heart expand. Yeah, I am a sucker for a person who needs me. I so enjoyed imagining Ailee giving her that first bath, wishing I could have done it. However I did get to watch her relax as it became slowly obvious to her that she could trust me not to violate her. The first time we enjoyed having sex, the care of her fingers pulling the latex onto my cock, the way she felt as she came. Ah. I do not understand why more male dominants do not write erotica. Then as the days built into weeks into months as she got healthier, as I helped her move through the steps of her legal name change. Just to look up from my desk when I was busily at work and to see her smiling at me with a very similar, contented, doting love as Tommy. It almost startled me when I realized how deeply I had fallen in love with her. Then when she finally said those words to me. "I love you, my Queen" were the sweetest words to hear in her voice, although when she hesitantly pushed through just to say she thought she was falling in love with me.
Now despite what she'd seen in the loft of Simon, Tommy, and I interacting, the books I'd provided her, what she'd seen in life of BDSM, I knew it was going to be entirely different for Vala when she made the move from being in recovery at my loft to coming to my mansion, being collared, becoming my slave. Sure, I always saw what was in her- I was even half waiting for what happened between her and Raanan when I left them at home alone- but I knew she didn't. It took time, patience, and care on my part to help her find her strength. But how I love her strength. How I love seeing her pride in her body, both for her own sake and how it pleases Iona and I. Love at the loft, love at the mansion, love before and after collaring. Of course that first week after her collaring was so very difficult. While I was sure how important the security and the learning of sleeping on a bondage board would be for her, I fought with myself if her nightmares would overwhelm her; I do not remember when my nightmares finally lessened, but I am pretty sure it took both Tommy and Simon's bodies pressed against me as we slept before that happened. I wish there hadn't been so much upheaval that messed with where she slept, but Iona has definitely been good for her. I so enjoyed how Vala came to love the pain play, the subjugation, and how her eyes would glow with love in response. The catch of her breath when I would look into her eyes and tell her, "I love you, my baby girl."
So yes, the novels are "Vala's Story," but I want to talk about my other sweet slaves. I know many who are monogamists and cannot understand how polyamory works will look at all my slaves- just as people in intimate relationships, not even with the BDSM- and wonder how. Well I am here to say, yes I very much love all them. Certainly not in exactly the same way. Of course, there is sometimes an allowance for "time we have been together." I have not had as much time to build a loving relationship with Chitra (only three months mine when Vala's story starts) as Tommy (my gorgeous, lovable Tommy who I have known since that fateful day when we were thirteen, my slave for fifteen years now.) I think of Tommy's embrace, how it feels when our arms are wrapped around each other. Chitra's sweetness on the day her formal training period ended was so overwhelming. How great her love shown in her very being when I made love to her, enjoyed her body beneath mine. Of course love is not just about physical intimacy. I think on Simon especially in how he manages little and even big details. How he prepares every meal, decides what food will come into the mansion. The best though is his delight in pleasing me. I love watching the myriad of tiny changes to his posture when he prepares a new chocolate dessert and after I take the first taste, smiling with the simple pleasure of chocolate and how hard he worked to please me.
But, and this works in speaking of all my slaves, one thing I love above all is doing whatever each needs for aftercare, especially after a scene that triggered sub space. First it is beautiful to reach that point with each other, where everything is just so right. Whether it is tiny Iona I am talking about or my sturdy little cub Gaelan, I love that trusting, shaking submissive body against mine. Moments when eye contact is made and the totality of their love and submission is presented so innocently to me.
Yes, I love them all deeply. And I treasure their love. Whether that treasuring is shown with a new outfit, a meal, or a caning- after all, Tommy does love to be on the receiving end of those beautiful instruments of pains.
I got drunk enough to hear a stand up comedian yell "Go go go!" and it made me think "Gelfling!" but not enough to forget about #WipItUpWednesday :D So you get part two of "Vala's First Collared [by The Queen] Meal." Here's part 1 in you'd like to read it first.
Simon leaned over the arm of his chair and tapped on Viviana's head.
Viviana looked up and smiled at Simon. "My Lord?"
Simon leaned over farther and whispered into Viviana's ear.
Springing up to her feet, Viviana ran out of the dining room in the direction of the kitchen.
"What was that about, my Lord?" Mandisa looked over her shoulder as Viviana passed out of sight.
"I forgot dessert."
The Queen perked up in his chair. "Dessert?" A goofy grin spread across his face. "What did you make for dessert?"
"Raspberry Chocolate Heart Tarts, my Queen." Simon smiled proudly. "I found the recipe in my new chocolate desserts recipe book."
Viviana walked back into the dining room and stopped next to The Queen. Swishing her hips as she otherwise stood still, she smiled at him and asked, "Dessert, my Queen?"
"Place a tart on my plate and then give the tray to Simon."
Viviana placed the tart on The Queen's dessert plate. She started to move away when she let out a loud gasp and looked over her shoulder to see The Queen grinning at her, his hand still cupping her ass.
"Problem?" The Queen's grin grew larger.
"Um... no, my Queen," Viviana sputtered as she tried to step back from the table, only to find herself more securely in The Queen's hand.
The Queen let his hand drop to his chair. "Get back to your place before I am enjoying you instead of this tart."
Viviana gasped and ran back to Simon, giving him the tray and quickly sinking into submissive pose behind Yiska's chair.
Chuckling softly, The Queen looked down at his dessert and picked up his fork.
"My Queen?" Raanan started, but stopped quickly when The Queen raised his hand in the air.
"No talking during chocolate, boy."
Raanan laughed, blushing. "Sorry, my Queen."
The Queen nodded and attended to his dessert in quiet.
:D I'm a brat... I did some reading and editing on the way to picking something to share from "Out of the Night: Book One" of my Vala's Story serial... yes, it's with a BR and I'm still pondering new cover art. I also got writing a little in the WIP I'm going to finish, I hope, during Camp Nano next month... (and a tease of the first line from that WIP... And now I will tell you the story of how I came to have two homes: "a home with her" and "a home with him." )
But I think I may share at least one more scene on WIPWednesday before moving on to "Gates of the Garden: Book Two." This is from Vala's first formal meal after The Queen collars her.
Vala held Greta's hand as they moved behind Iona's chair.
Greta whispered, "You've had the chance to see one of our Lords in submissive pose?"
"Yeah," Vala replied and sank to her knees beside Greta. Carefully looking around, she spotted Simon's dark brown dress shoes moving close to her.
"I would like a taste of each thing you made," The Queen ordered. After a few moments of spoons sounding against dishes, Simon's shoes moved away again. "Fix your plates."
Patience. I'll be fed. This is more of the ceremony that pleases The Queen so. Vala snuck a glance in Greta's direction; her sister slave patted her elbow before going back into sub pose.
"Now present your sub or subs with their bowl," The Queen announced.
"Let me help with your hair," Greta murmured before pulling Vala's hair into a twist and clipping it onto the back of her head. Continuing in whisper, "Normally, our Lady would have clipped our hair up before leaving her room."
"Thanks," Vala murmured. She licked her lips when Iona placed a bowl of beef stew on the floor in front of her.
"Be a good girl," Iona cooed.
The Queen called out, "Fourth class slaves remember that you are to eat without using your hands. Eat quickly, lest you be thought ungrateful."
Vala blinked her eyes and a single tear dropped into her soup. How different this is from this morning! She carefully ate her food. No need to get emotional. Sighing, she enjoyed Iona's momentary touch on the back of her neck as she chewed a carrot chunk. Just be pleasing. I've seen Tommy and Simon--my Lords, I should think now--do it in hundreds of small ways. When she had eaten most of the meat and vegetables she lapped up the broth as quietly as possible.
Startling Vala, reminding her that people were eating at the table above her, Simon asked, "So we'll be getting back onto some sort of schedule starting tomorrow, my Queen?"
"Mostly," The Queen replied shortly; after a moment, probably after swallowing, he continued, "Except for Prisca, Kaya, Adan, and Ailin, who I will need for Vala's lessons, everyone else is released to his or her normal activities."
"Oh, that's wonderful, my Queen," Iona said, clapping her hands. "I just bought a new set of candles last time Greta and I went shopping."
Raanan chuckled. "What color are they?"
"Twelve pillar candles, building in color from white to black."
"Going to introduce Vala to candle wax?" Mandisa asked.
"Around her lessons, if The Queen allows for the time," Iona replied.
"I do hope to give you time with her since Pride changed things today," The Queen said. "Vala is being such a good girl. If you are done eating, you may kneel up."
Sparing another glance at Greta, who was still bent over her bowl, Vala rose up onto her shin. Um, at my ears, Viviana suggested. Folding her fingers against the back of her collar, she let her gaze flit across the chairs, the room.
I was touching in with BRs this morning and I thought to share the new thing I added the warning/context/to the reader type page I have at the beginning of my serial. Since a simple paragraph listing the types of sex by far isn't enough for my writing. And so I share a paragraph that talks about my writing, especially in the Vala's Story serial, and how extreme it is.
Writing in community. Well that bit of writing, warning, trigger, what-have-you... it got moved to "Skipping Down the Primrose Path: Book Three" and so I have to mention it again now or before in the publishing scheme of things. Delia Grace and the two books she's published through Blushing Books inspired this bit of writing. She has books with various warnings too; I especially appreciated the warnings of her darling Nettie (from her book "Affirming Antoinette") felt like a sister I'd always wanted. But so her warnings... lead me to thinking about how much I push and prod and provoke in the Vala's Story serial. I'm not sure I could ever give adequate warnings. In rewriting the books, I've explored things that enrich the plot line that I simply didn't have enough lived experience and thought time to be able to write. So yes, please, be ready when you sit to read my writing. You might find intense BDSM activity. You might find social justice discussion. You might find my characters discussing the intricacies of their many relationships, childhood abuse histories, domestic abuse that they've endured as adults, and a number of potentially triggering things. I will still try to put trigger warnings, content warnings, context explanations as I can in front of each book, but I might not catch everything; I'm a survivor of much myself and my perception of what is traumatic can be quite different from others.
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."