Text to speech Domination

I'd been considering what to do with the inspiration picture, with my NaNoWriMo number not being great. Well, I have a cisgender woman with intersex traits, a cisgender woman, a transgender woman, and a non-binary person who was assigned male at birth so I wasn't sure what went good with the picture. I'm also proceeding with the story in an interesting direction- I have an outline with "time together" that spans from the 4 meeting through them being together 20 years; here's the divisions: Dating, three months, 6 months, year and a half, 3 years, 6 years, 9 years, 15 years, 18 years, 20 years- one, both, or more retire. As I write this, I'd finished my first pass through "dating" and had moved to three months. Looking at my outline now (I was pondering this during the first church service of my Sunday), I'm not sure if this will work better for 6 months or a year and a half; I have managed to write a book where everyone is long distance and thinking on a movement towards D/s has me pondering. So I'm going to write this without a specific idea on how long although I know who is going to be in the scene- Happy and Iovita. I don't feel like giving you their gender identities. Hehe
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"Since you seem to be having a lower fatigue day, I want to try something. If you can manage to say your safe word if you need to sit, however I will not consider it disobedient if you sit before you manage to say it," Happy instructed.

"Thank you, Sir," Iovita murmured.

"And now because I have experimented with it, I have a text to voice program open."

"I understand, Sir." Iovita shivered as her mind tumbled with wondering what the computer voice would sound like, if Happy had written a script for this session, what her other partners thought of the growing BDSM interactions. Gladness danced within her at the delicious sentences of Happy's voice she had heard.

Happy's computer spoke with its slightly metallic voice, its tenor level masculine sound, "I want to see: you naked leaning against the wall silhouetted in the moonlight streaming in through your window."

Iovita typed into the text box, "Yes, Sir." Still sitting in her wheelchair, she grasped the bottom of her red tank top and lifted it off her before working her bra's multiple closures.

The computer voice purred, "Slower removing your bra, girl."

Nodding as she licked her lips, Iovita held in the gasp as her nipples puckered in the black leather bra she'd picked enjoyed struggling into that morning. She continued to look down, although keeping her chin slightly raised so ze could see her fingers pulling on the silk lacing; she used both hands to loosen the mesh of silk before releasing the clasps at the top of the bra, meant to keep her larger breasts restrained. Her thumbs under both shoulder straps, she eased the bra up until the cups covered her face.

"Stop!" Happy's computer cried out, the increased volume making her press her legs together. Continuing at the lower volume, ze said, "You are not already getting turned on, are you? Just at me turning up the volume a little? Just nod your head as you can around that bra that you meant to tease me with."

Iovita pulled in a deep breath as she focused on nodding while holding her bra as it was.

"Beautiful. Do you need to stand to remove your clothing from the waist down? Answer with a nod or shake of your head."

Swallowing hard, Iovita shook her head in answer as well to shake away a random thought about her father's deafness.

"Finish undressing," Happy ordered.

She grasped one armrest as she leaned over to grab and toss first one and then other white ankle sock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a lap blanket. She lifted the purple blanket ze had made for her birthday. Her lips parted as she gave hir a moment to respond.

"You may put that over your calves and feet when you stand for me," came from Happy's computer.

"Thank you, Sir," Iovita said.

"That is one," the computer voice threatened over the video chat.

Eyelids squeezed shut, she nodded. How will ze have me punish myself tonight for hir pleasure?

"Move into position."

With moist palms wrapped around her wheel's frames, she pushed herself closer to the space of wall. She locked the breaks, pushed up the footrests with her feet, and then pushed her toes into the carpet as she stood. The cold wall shocked her when her hot skin pressed against it. She leaned over and grasped the edge of Happy's blanket to pull it to her. With the silky fabric wrapped around her legs and feet, she settled back against the wall.

"Lovely. Do you still have the clothespins in your chair's basket?"

She nodded, her lips parted.

"I am so glad I bought you a webcam better than the one built into your computer. I can see your labia shining with your fluid from your Bartholin's gland. Your one will be a clothespin worn on your labium until I allow you to remove it."

Her voice caught in her throat and she nodded. How my Sir turns proper anatomical terms into sexy things. She slid down the wall so she squatted and was able to reach into her basket. She selected one of the black plastic clothespins she'd bought at Happy's order. Pressing her teeth into her bottom lip, she eased the pin onto her lip. The pain shot through her and she shouted without words. Using the wall to help, she moved to stand again.

"Take your midpoint clitorophallus in hand."

Her sweat felt good when she held herself; she had had an erection since ze had given the first instruction. I hope ze allows me to come soon.

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I'm thinking this won't be the whole scene, although I'm unsure what the scene's goal is just yet. Also I started out trying to write with a different neopronoun set, but since I was trying to write for Nanowrimo and around two church services, I just needed to use a neopronoun set I was familiar with. I'm also unsure of Happy being called Sir for a title, since Happy is bigender and is still experimenting with pronouns.