When this post goes live, I'll be 15 days into Camp Nano July, writing away at the second book to jack & Laura's trilogy. I hope you enjoy this snippet of their first book, "Laura Challenges."
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Jack scrolled over the page of sex toys. He smiled at one particularly intriguing set. "She would look hot in those black cuffs." He returned to the top of the page and made a note of the store's location and hours. He sighed and shook his head. "Can't go acting like a teen boy."

A bark beside his office chair alerted him to Mike's presence.

​He leaned over to pet his dog's sandy-colored head. "I think Laura will be excited to find out about you."

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​"Laura Learns"

When Laura goes out one night, she doesn't expect to meet a handsome eligible man. She definitely doesn't expect him to be interested in her or to ask her out on a date. Laura hits it off with Jack right from the beginning and there's an easy connection between them. But an experience on their remarkable first date pushes her to wonder if she can have something more with Jack.

Would he be a compatible partner in meeting her sexual desires? Laura decides she wants to push her own boundaries and explore the world of BDSM. Can Jack still be the man for her? She'll find out if he's up to take her challenge.

Author's Note: This book includes spankings, BDSM activities, sexual activity between a cisgender man and a cisgender woman. Please do not buy if such material offends you.

Available on:
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Hello all! Long time, no see. I'm still getting better and trying to be more active. Since by the time this goes live, I'll be working hard on "Laura Learns" (book 2 in the Laura and Jack trilogy), I wanted to share this snippet from the beginning of "Laura Challenges" (book 1).
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"Mind if I join you?" A man with the smoky good looks of a model stood beside Laura's table.

"Not at all. My name is Laura and you are?" She gestured toward the empty chair across the small black table holding her drink and purse. She took in the neatly trimmed beard that lent him a rugged look, his buzzed head that made her think dirty thoughts of her fingers moving over his head, the way his chest filled out his shirt.

​"I'm Jack."

Blurb:
When Laura goes out one night, she doesn't expect to meet a handsome eligible man. She definitely doesn't expect him to be interested in her or to ask her out on a date. Laura hits it off with Jack right from the beginning and there's an easy connection between them. But an experience on their remarkable first date pushes her to wonder if she can have something more with Jack.
Would he be a compatible partner in meeting her sexual desires? Laura decides she wants to push her own boundaries and explore the world of BDSM. Can Jack still be the man for her? She'll find out if he's up to take her challenge.

​Available on:
Amazon
Amazon UK
B&N

For #TherapeuticThursday, I wrote several posts this month to get ready for Camp Nano next month. I hope you enjoy them!
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​Fiction or non-fiction? Sex/BDSM scene? All, both, or none of these? I admit to questioning these things as I prepared the file to write this piece; I was totally unsure about how I wanted to precede. With my work in therapy (spending time with a Cognitive-Behavioral therapy workbook my therapist recommended), I'm reminded of how my Master has encouraged me both with simple comments and BDSM orders to do what the workbook has me doing- thank goodness, since I've been able to think “Yeah, the author of the book seems like a jerk, but I'll just listen to my Master better.”

So even though I still need to approach these “core beliefs” with my therapist, I'm going to consider what/how my Master has already turned them into an affirmative statement at some point, using the power of being the dominant in the relationship to work on convincing me that my core belief is incorrect.

A. I am worthless.
“You're awesome, you know that?” “I'm so lucky that you aren't like non-gaming wives or girlfriends who make other guys feel bad about going to the gaming store.” “I love most anything you cook.” “My wife's vegan and she makes the best steak I've ever eaten.” Those are just a few things my Master has either said to me or posted on social media about me. One would look at that list and say, “Then why do you still hold your core belief?” As I ponder that question, I also think of how I have to print this out for my therapist LOL. The other thing I ponder, why did I leave them in the order I wrote them in when my therapist assigned this core belief thing to me- look ahead to section D.- that one does a good job explaining A. and B. My Master has had about 19 years now working to undo the results of my mother's abuse; sadly, I had to get to a point where I was ready to cut ties with my parents (and only did it this January before my 40th birthday)- if He thought it would have worked, He would have ordered it years ago.

B. I can't do anything right.
Reprising “My wife's vegan and she makes the best steak I've ever eaten.” Yeah, this is another “I couldn't do what my mother wanted.” She wanted a popular child, not an infamous one. She wanted a friendly child, and a studious one. My Master? He wants to hold me with He sleeps, enjoy a steak when we can afford one, enjoy two bologna sandwiches every work shift, decently clean house, and clean clothes- especially socks and underwear. Yes, His wants are practical and possible.

C. I will never be conventionally attractive.
I don't want to be conventionally attractive; my Master doesn't want me to be conventionally attractive. Hm, maybe I should have hit this point as “why do 4 of 5 points have something to do with my mother?” But like if we start with weight/size. According to an “ideal body weight” scale I saw, I should be 95 pounds; according to body mass index, I should be 103 pounds. My Master doesn't agree with either number; He's recommended, “If you'd like to lose your little belly, you should set your goal at 125 pounds. I like them small, not skeletal.” I went on my first diet at 6 years old; I followed my mother's yo-yo dieting until it become serious anorexia as a teen. Maybe one of these days, I should try to get a full picture of me :D Most of my selfies are head/chest.

D. I will never be what my mother wants.
You know, I'm not sure exactly why I put this one down. When my daughter came out as transgender back in 2015, I texted my parents, “Lose this phone number.” Because they couldn't back off, I sent a card before my 40th birthday this year, stating that I'd call the cops if they ever set foot on my property. Yes, I will never be what she wants. I'm sure a small part of me would actually like to have a healthy relationship with my mother, but that's just not reality.

E. I will never belong anywhere.
When I first seriously began to interrogate this core belief, my first thought was, “Why am I discounting my online life? I rail against people who consider online friendships, queer-platonic relationships, and romances as less than physical ones.” Of course, that might be the indirect response to this core belief; my mother is of a generation before the Internet even existed and she never became comfortable in its use even for the most basic of things- looking up a phone number? Finding show times at a movie theater? I also remember “before the Internet,” but I think part of my difference is that speaking is often painful for me so a place where I can socialize in the written word? My goodness! Yes, please! LOL

Summarizing paragraph here :D (I know, I'm not supposed to announce that or something.) Connecting this topic to my writing? If a reader considers that pieces of an author show up in most of their characters, you can locate all 5 of these core beliefs in my characters- sometimes even all in the same character. I was just trying to think of specific character examples for the core beliefs and realized that it's hard not to find a character of mine that doesn't fit into at least one category.

Enjoy a recent selfie- I'm just wearing my chest binder on the top. Ah, being agender and comfortable in my skin.

I'm feeling really off-kilter today; don't ask me why. Interesting inspiration picture, but after writing special scenes for my Master focused on anal plugs, I'm feeling tapped out on the subject. I could easily blame my feeling off-kilter on a bunch of things. Sighs. At least the heatwave of last week broke; at its worst, it got to 92 degrees Fahrenheit in my house. Hey, maybe that means there should be ice in my piece for today :D
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Lady Audrey reclined on the blanket, her forearms holding her up.

“Thanks for spending this time relaxing with me, my Lady,” Didier murmured.

“Since you asked for cuddles outside, I had to see what you were thinking, my boy.” She pressed the soles of her feet against his.

“I was watching this episode on Ash Hardell's YouTube channel and it made me think, my Lady. Outside, a nice blanket, ice cubes, and closeness. It's just on the side of wanting cuddles, my Lady.”

Audrey laughed. “Well, outside of AC. I could stand cuddles from you any time you're willing.”

He lowered his eyelashes and blushed, the heat coming in small circles in his cheeks. “Thanks, my Lady.” He spread his toes so she could press hers between his.

“I love your aesthetic choices when given permission for moments such as these.” Her gold nail polish catching a glint of sunlight, she traced bowl's rim as the ice cubes clinked against each other. “Might I use one of these ice cubes on you?”

“Yes, please, my Lady.” His shoulders twitched in delight.

Clasping one cube between her thumb and index finger, she stroked his lips. “Let me know if anything gets too sexual for your comfort.”

“Yes, my Lady.” His pulse increased with her caring respect.

Drops of moisture leaving a trail on his bronzed skin, she pulled the ice down his shoulder and onto his bicep. She repeated the gesture oh so slowly on his other arm. “Your toes aren't feeling ticklish today, are they?” She backed up onto her knees just beyond his feet.

“You know the question always makes me feel ticklish even if I wasn't already, my Lady.” Didier grinned. “Not that I'm begging you to stop.”

“Though maybe not your toes need ice.” She pressed the ice against the sole of his foot.

“Ah!” He threw back his head, his shaggy black bangs moving away from his eyes.

She drew the ice cube away and moved it over her body, clad as it was in a tempting yellow string bikini. Her skin sparkling with beads of moisture, she asked, “How about that cuddle now?”

“Yes, thanks, my Lady. Thanks for understanding me without needing to hear specific words.” He moved onto his side and entered her embrace as she entered his. He rested his fingers against the nape of her neck as the coolness and heat of her moved over him. “Love you, my Lady.”

“Love you.” Lady Audrey pressed a kiss to Didier's forehead. 

Not feeling too good, so it took me until Monday morning to manage to finish this piece, but the gorgeous inspiration picture Kayla picked by @EdgeEcstatic totally gave me the idea for the scene; I'm so glad he shared the image on Twitter. To me, he totally looked like Ely, after he'd lived with The Queen awhile and had the chance to grow out his hair some.
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​The Queen shook talcum powder over Ely's naked body. He rubbed the powder over pecs, abs, thighs. Holding a pair of dark brown leather pants, he ordered, “Boy, step in.”

His trembling just visible, Ely stepped in with one leg, the powder easing the way. He gazed into his Master's piercing blue eyes as his body obeyed the rest of the order.

“Good boy,” The Queen purred as he cupped Ely's cock over the removable panel. He lifted a black leather vest and held it for the boy to slip his arms in. After buttoning the two shiny brass buttons at the bottom, he traced his index finger down the middle of Ely's chest.

“My Queen,” Ely whimpered.

The Queen secured a thick gray leather band on one of Ely's biceps and then the other. He crossed the room to remove a tub of coconut oil from a chest. He took Ely's right hand and squeezed some oil onto the palm. Then he sat in a nearby throne. “Remove the crotch piece and make yourself come.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Ely's thin fingers sought out the edge of the leather piece; the echo of the button halves separating filled the room. The leather falling to floor, he grasped his semi-hard cock with his right hand. His shoulder length blond hair fell forward.

“I like this longer hair, boy.” The Queen palmed his erection through his jeans. He adjusted himself so he didn't push against the zipper. He let a grin appear on his parted lips as Ely's hand slid up and down his hardening cock. Feeling his pulse increase, he enjoyed the show. Gleaming moisture collected across the parts of Ely's chest revealed by the vest. His fingers wandered over his own chest; he wallowed in the intense pleasure. “How hungry are you, my boy?”

“Huh, Queen?” Ely grunted.

“How. Hungry. Are. You? To come? To make me come?” The Queen taunted, carefully pronouncing his words.
“Both. Very. Come. Please, my Queen.” He pulled his foreskin up with his next stroke before pushing it back down for his fingers to move over his glans.

“What was my order?” The Queen pinched his nipple; his toes curled into the carpet.

“To... to make myself... come.” Ely's hips swayed back and forth. “My Queen.” His left hand traveled to his chest, moving through his gorgeous hair.

“I want you to come into your hand and then bring it to me.” The Queen's tongue moved against the inside of his mouth.

“Yes! Yes, my Queen.” Ely panted and rocked on his feet. His left hand slipped down to rub and squeeze his balls.

The Queen pulled the button loose on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He eased his hard cock out. His hands both moved to his chest, fingertips traveling through his dense chest hair.

Ely grunted. “Yes, my Queen! Ca--coming! My Queen! Unh!” He wrapped his hand around the head of his cock. He dropped to the floor, his left hand and knees stopping his fall. Crawling one handed, he quickly made it to The Queen.

Leaning over, The Queen grabbed Ely's right fist with one hand and his hair with the other. He lead Ely's mouth onto his cock before he pried open the fingers holding onto the cum that he feasted on.

Deep groans and grunts sounded from around The Queen's cock. Ely rocked his hips as the first spurt of The Queen's cum hit the back of his throat.

“Good boy.” The Queen's hand tightened in Ely's hair. His feet moved to press against Ely's hips. “Good, good boy.” He let the boy's wet hand fall to his knee as he leaned forward to kiss his moist forehead. “And now to the music room to relax.”

“Thanks, my Queen,” Ely gasped, his mouth resting on The Queen's lower abs.

Check out the other hot bloggers taking part in #MasturbationMonday this week here.

I wanted to make sure I didn't miss #WipItUpWednesday a 3rd week in a row, get some notes out of "Laura Learns" so I'd have a better idea of the book's length (looking to be shorter like "Laura Challenges," which was 47K after the editor did her magic, and also share a bit of scene that isn't going to be in the finished book because the chapter it would go in is in Jack's POV and this is in Laura's. After Jack is taken off in the adult bookstore to look at ageplay-related costumes, Laura discusses with the experienced Tonya about impact play. 
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​"Now that he's gone, I have a few suggestions just for you," Tonya started, only continuing after Laura nodded, "You saw how he responded to the simple lash on his palms and what he's thinking on is way, way worse."

Laura swallowed hard. "Could you please do the same for me? He wasn't exaggerating about how little we've tried implements so far."

"Of course. Same deal. Palms out. Same strength I used on him?"

Laura nodded. The metal desk felt so cold against the tops of her hands as she pressed them down in the same place Jack had, her arms flexing as she tried to control the trembling that crept through her body.

Tonya traced the supple leather over Laura's left palm before lifting and bringing it crashing down again.

Moaning, Laura let her eyes slip shut.

"Something tells me where this challenge may be heading." Tonya rubbed her thumb over Laura's punished skin.

"I-I'm not into women," Laura protested.

"No, but you certainly enjoyed that in a way he didn't." Continuing to rub Laura's palm, Tonya urged, "Open your eyes, hon. That's all we're doing, 'cept for talking."

Laura wetted her lips with her tongue before complying. "I didn't just moan at that, did I?" she giggled.

"So teasing aside, I have a serious suggestion with the difference in your responses to a moderate lash with a simple strap. You should show him the four tailed tawse and once he's bent over the desk you should switch to a strap."

"Isn't this the sort of scene where a number of lashes is counted?"

"Often it is. What are you thinking for a number since he didn't have a request?"

"What if I said forty? That doesn't seem like too low a number, but not pushing him so hard that he's guaranteed to safe word. He should feel overall good, right?"

"I have to agree, since he isn't a serious masochist. It's too bad that the scene he wants doesn't allow for a warm up spanking. Unless—" Tonya started to laugh.

"What?" Laura demanded even as she joined Tonya in laughter.

"I could surprise him with a 'I think a little boy needs a spanking before he gets his scene. Do you think he'd be game?"

"That sounds like great fun. I love it! So did you have any other thoughts just for me?"

Controlling her mirth, Tonya asked, "Are you okay running with no script?"

Laura nodded. "I should just be able to watch some old movie to get an idea of how to start talking?"

"Yeah. Okay, let's join them. Chris, Amy, you both coming?"

Chris helped Amy to her feet. "Just after you, Momma."

All that body hair in the inspiration picture led me to thinking of The Queen and Gaelan. The Queen has been a very bad boy- I've been tempted to ask Audrey to come collect her Onyx- and he has been trying to write this scene for me. You'd think a polyamorous man with so many submissives and non-D/s partners wouldn't need to bother his author to get more sex :D. But so I can get back to my WIP (it being a challenge in itself because I have a couple- straight, monogamous, cisgender, new to BDSM- and I hardly relate to them.) The Queen has the floor for awhile.
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Rubbing his thumbs over Gaelan's stomach rolls, a few less than there had been months ago, The Queen enjoyed his boy's shuddering response to his touch. "How are you feeling about your body today, my little cub?"

"Better, my Queen." Gaelan's Adam's apple moved noticeably on his thinner neck. "I... I'm still wondering why... you, um... find me still... attractive, my Queen."

The Queen folded his hands against the nape of Gaelan's neck. "My love, my pooka." He pressed soft kisses to the bearded cheeks. "Attractive? I love the feel of your neck beneath your hair grown shaggy. Your nipples practically beg me to touch them." He dipped his head and drew one nipple between his lips and sucked. One hand slid down Gaelan's back as he held the man close. His lips still brushing the nipple, he said, "All your gorgeous, wiry red body hair rubbing against me turns me on." His hand slid around onto Gaelan's stomach. "You are growing comfortable in your own body. That is incredibly attractive. With all the changes you have made in the past months, your eyes are getting brighter again, like when I first collared you. I could never tired of looking at your beautiful green eyes." He reached around Gaelan's waist to grab his boy's asscheeks. "You look real, real good in this new jock, boy. I would be so proud to take you to a club and lead you around just wearing it and my collar."

"Thank you, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered into The Queen's hair as he started kissing his way down Gaelan's neck.

Cock grown painfully hard in his jeans, The Queen continued his slow exploration of Gaelan with hands and lips. He moaned as the soft expanse of his boy's torso came into his immediate view. First the other nipple, his teeth and lips drawing hisses of submissive pleasure as he teased it. Then he kissed his way down the middle of Gaelan until his chin rested in the gloriously hairy navel. He gripped the backs of his boy's thighs as his face drew close to the leather waistband.

"My Queen." Gaelan coughed and then gripped The Queen's shoulders.

"Lay down, baby," The Queen ordered as he urged Gaelan to the soft faux grass floor, acting as a balance for his boy to sink to the floor with him. Once his boy rested on his ass before sinking flat to the soft grass, he grasped the zipper at the middle of the jockstrap. "I want you." He pulled the zipper down. Licking his lips. he eased the wonderfully hard cock into his grasp. He lifted his gaze to take in Gaelan's face, eyes closed and lips trembling in his arousal. He breathed in deep. He took a hold of Gaelan's hips as he leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue over the gently revealed glans. "No begging for orgasm, my sweet." He dragged his own facial scruff over his sub's cock until the man jerked against the floor.

Gaelan pressed his feet down into the grass. "Been denied... my Queen."

The Queen flipped back his hair and looked up at Gaelan's face again. "So you will gift your cum very fast and that is fine. Then we shall lounge in the pool." He leaned over until his lips touched his boy's stomach, the cock filling his mouth. He reached underneath him and undid his jeans. Under the cloud of his hair, he closed his eyes and continued deep breaths. He bathed Gaelan in his mouth as some mint from one of Tommy's homemade soaps teased his tongue. Cupping his sub's balls with one hand, he sucked on the cock, harder and harder, Gaelan's moans washing over him. As he moved to palm the testicles instead, he straightened his fingers to massage his boy's perineum.

"My Queen, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. He wriggled against The Queen's finger until one slipped into his ass.

Humming with pleasure, The Queen stroked Gaelan. He worked his tongue against the front of the shaft. His fingers pushed into his boy's thighs as a burst of pre-cum teased the back of his throat. He lifted his mouth until just the very tip of Gaelan's cock rested between his lips and he wrapped his other hand around the shaft.

"Please, like that, my Queen!" Gaelan's legs fell flat onto the floor.

The Queen curled his finger inside Gaelan until he was able to feel his sub's prostate. He tapped gently yet steadily. He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.

"Yes, yes! My Queen! Oh, my Queen!" Gaelan's hips pumped.

Pushing down onto Gaelan's cock, his hand dropping away so he could deep-throat his boy, The Queen tensed his abs as his body moved with the sub. He swallowed fast as Gaelan came hard. He coaxed more pleasure with his tapping on his boy's prostate.

"My Queen," Gaelan sobbed.

The Queen swallowed, his hand stilling. He eased his finger out of Gaelan and wiped it on his jeans before pulling them off. "Come on. Pool," he ordered.

"But you're hard too, my Queen," Gaelan protested.

​"Yes and I want to hold you now. Let me be pleased in the way I want." The Queen kissed the middle of Gaelan's belly. "Love you, my pooka."

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.
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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 nodded.

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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.

Kaya nodded.

"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
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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?"

Ailin nodded.

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.

Ailin laughed.

"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."

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."