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.
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"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.

Ailin nodded.

"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.

​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.
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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.

Adan nodded.

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.
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"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?"

"Sure."

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.

Ely groaned.

"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."
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​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.

We're celebrating the release of "Mischief Under the Mistletoe" over on Facebook tonight (when I'm writing this post), join us over at https://www.facebook.com/events/133425923960960/?__mref=mb and then enjoy more spanking goodness on the Saturday Spankings blog hop. :D From my story in the anthology, "Santa Dom," comes these delicious lines about a spanking during the orgy that kicks off the festivities for Jason and Michael.
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"Red good for the safe word?"

"Yeah," everyone agreed.

What will he do? What does he want? Michael looked to Jason's eyes to see the glint of domination there.

Laesha gasped when Jason delivered the first spank.

​"You realize that I'm gonna have to give you more so I can see the color despite your tights and the lovely light brown of your skin?" Jason traced his index finger over Laesha's asscrack.

I debated what to share today- I haven't opened my Nano novel since the last day of Nano :D . I was thinking of that, since health and Nano have meant that I missed the last two #WipItUps, but well, I have another idea :D Since I couldn't share my story "Santa Dom" with you while I was working on it because it was for the anthology "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I'm going to share my excerpt now.

Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
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Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.