So pissed off at my Master, I started to title this "Teal Spanks" rather than "Teal Speaks"; it is at least a few pages in before the first spanking happens :D . I'm reminded that I need to record my vlog- it actually includes the snippet I'm going to share here and another one; I share that link here if I manage to get it recorded and posted on YouTube.
I had a good talk with a new friend who's Hard of Hearing and she helped me fine tune this beginning scene from "Two Houses" (working title). Scene set up: Written in 1st person from Teal's POV, this is the first sentence of the book, Teal looking back. And then I move into Teal and Bea meeting.
And now I will tell you the story of how I came to have two homes: "my home with her" and "my home with him."
--- I saw her sitting in her wheelchair studying the front of the long empty house across the street. I wanted to see how long her white blond hair was as it fell between her and her chair. She wheeled her chair backward as if to gain a wider perspective of the house; to her left, a tall man stood using ASL that I couldn't understand. She turned her head just as my bisexual Pride flag rippled out wide. When her light blue gaze met mine, I smiled and signed, "Hello. You understand sign?" My heart pounded with my first signing directed at a living, flesh-and-blood, present person. Her smile grew. "Hello! My name is Bea. Yours?" she signed back. I swallowed hard and then fingerspelled, "T-E-A-L." I drew in a deep breath before signing the one sentence I was pretty sure I knew. "I'm learning to sign." Bea nodded even as she signed, "Yes." Then she fingerspelled, "C-O-F-F-E-E A-F-T-E-R?" I signed back, "Yes," figuring "after" meant "after I look at this house." I watched as Bea wheeled up to the side door before locking her chair's breaks and gingerly rising to her feet. She followed the Realtor into the house. "Bea," I murmured to myself. "I wonder if she's deaf." Powered by Linky Tools Click here to view the other wonderful #WipItUpWednesday hoppers!
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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. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers 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." "Very good." 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. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers
: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. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers so maybe reading this talk by Laura Antoniou all day long between sleeps was a silly idea- yes, Laura has made her way into my dreams :D. Although it does prove a lovely lack of ageism on my part- if I did my math (4 years ago when I originally wrote this) right Laura is 50 to my 35 and my first comment on seeing her author photo was "damn, she's hot!" I first came across this talk's transcript when I was researching "Safe, sane, consensual" or SSC. I first made my way to slave david stein's website, he who is most often credited with SSC because I found he'd written an article about the history of the phrase as well as how he doesn't agree with how it's come to be used in too many part of the BDSM community. So Laura's talk- and no, I hadn't read any of her Marketplace series yet when I read this, although I'm working on the first one now- was a fresh breath of air for me.
But rather than babble on anymore, I'm going to tell you to go click on the clickable link "talk," read Laura's talk, then check out these 2 links I'm going to give you. And please do come back and chat with me. I'd be fascinated to chat with anyone else who feels invigorated by what Laura had to say back in 1995. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laura-Antoniou-The-Marketplace-Series/49497392422?fref=ts http://www.amazon.com/The-Marketplace-Book-Series-ebook/dp/B003UV989U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1365207149&sr=1-1&keywords=marketplace
Who comes when and where... yes, that title played in my mind as I was reading this final bit of Vala's first power exchange session with The Queen, Tommy, and Simon. Months of vanilla togetherness led up to this. The rest of the book, its pacing, makes me ponder what to share next. By the time this goes live, I may try doing my own Kickstarter to see if I can save up the money for a copy and sensitivity edit on this book.
"Yeah. You will need to do more of the moving," The Queen replied. Tommy slid a second finger into Vala's ass; she leaned harder into The Queen, moaning against his skin. He pumped his fingers into her as he cupped her asscheek with his other hand. "Is it that much better knowing I am making you my slave tomorrow?" The Queen taunted. "Yes, my Queen. Please, my Queen," Vala cried. "Please, what?" he demanded. "Come. Tommy's cock. Please. Fuck," Vala babbled. The Queen clicked his tongue. "You missed an awful lot of title use in that." "Sorry, my Queen. Sorry. Unh. My Queen!" Vala trembled against The Queen as Tommy's fingers were replaced by his hard cock. "You don't have permission to come yet, girl," Tommy barked. "Please, my Lord," Vala begged. "You feel so good in my ass, my Lord." "I wonder if that begging'll sound even prettier once she wears your collar, my Queen," Simon commented as he traced his fingers over Vala's shoulder. "That said, by your leave, I'd rather wait to sample the girl once she is your slave. I've had enough vanilla from her." "Sure. Sit beside us, love?" The Queen replied. "Sure, my Queen." Simon moved where Vala could see him out of the corner of her eye. Tommy started pumping into Vala's ass, fucking her with increasing speed. Her bound hands pressing into Tommy's stomach, Vala basked in the double penetration. "Please, my Queen. Need to come so bad, my Queen," she whimpered. The Queen brushed Vala's hair back from her face. "You do, my baby girl?" Orgasm trying to break through at his word choice, Vala moaned, "Yes, please, my Queen. I beg to come, my Queen." She gazed into his eyes, feeling lost in their icy blue depths. "Beg, my Queen. Beg, my Lord." "Come for us," The Queen said before capturing Vala's lips and kissing her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, seeming timed with Tommy's cock. Vala pushed herself into the kiss as she pushed back with her hips against Tommy. She tightened her thighs against The Queen. Yours. Theirs. My Queen. Thank. Thank. "Gonna fill you with my cum, girlie. You want my cum?" Tommy pulled on Vala's earlobe with his teeth. Grunting into The Queen's mouth, Vala practically screamed her begging. "That's my girl." Tommy thrust deep into Vala's ass and stilled. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, Simon, Vala." His weight pressed down on her and The Queen. "I beg to swallow your cum, my Queen," Vala whimpered. Tommy laughed. "My Queen?" Tommy's cock pulled from Vala's ass and his arms slipped under her bound ones. Feeling weightless in his arms, she nonetheless held in a shriek when he lifted her off The Queen. Trust. The tang of her arousal and The Queen's pre-cum filled her nose as her face and hair fell toward him. She struggled to wrap her mouth around his cock even with her hair in the way. She sucked him in, including her curls, and sucked as her orgasm continued to pump in her body. His cum filled her mouth and then her throat as she shuddered in Tommy's grasp. "My girl," The Queen groaned as he grasped Vala's head and eased her hair back. "My sweet, baby girl." Trust their care and love. Vala groaned as Tommy led her body across the couch, across The Queen's and Simon's laps. She turned her head and looked up at Simon's face through her hair. "Love you, my Lord." "Love you, sweet girl." Simon brushed Vala's hair back from her face. Vala trembled against the men. "Here's a blanket, sweet," Tommy said before the welcome weight and warmth of the afghan covered Vala. He lifted her legs and joined them on the couch. Moaning, Vala relaxed against them. The orgasm continued to play in her body in relaxing waves that made her tremble. "Such a good girl," The Queen murmured as he rubbed her arm through the blanket. "Thanks, my Queen. Love you, my Queen. Love you, my Lords." Vala shuddered with delight and closed her eyes. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers I didn't do anything to make Kayla blush this week :D The picture got me thinking of some work I just did in my WIP. In the spirit of Kayla's rule of "original content, please" and the fact that I generally use #MasturbationMonday to explore scenes with characters doing stuff that doesn't always fit into the serialized novel I'm working on, I'm thinking on a snippet of action between Prisca and Abrecan after they're newly paired within The Queen's hierarchy and what it might lead to a few days after their pairing... "Come now, my boy. You may have enjoyed this position to tease me when I was yours, but I still like the position so now you'll please me in it." Prisca grinned as she settled her ass between Abrecan's legs and then tossed her right leg up on his shoulder. Abrecan gazed down at Prisca's naked cunt spread wide open in front of him, desire and confusion warring on his gorgeous face. "Touch me, little boy. Keep touching me until I say stop," Prisca ordered. His thumb skittered over her clit as his fingers came to rest on her lower belly. He gave his thumb a quick lick before starting to rub her again. Pressing his lips to her calf, he let his finger glide over the opening of her cunt. "More." She pushed against him, angling so his thumb slid into her. "Good boy, good boy." Relaxing her torso down to her bed, she led his other hand to her breast. "Don't be afraid to pinch a little. I'll say if I don't like it." "Yes, my Lady," he choked out. His fingers pressed into her erect nipple. "Harder," she demanded. "Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my clit. Make me come, boy." Fuck! I love his strong arms, hands. How'd I ever get so lucky to have him as mine? "Hmm, that's good, my good sweet boy. You like pleasing me?" "Yes, I love pleasing you, my Lady," he whimpered, his cock jumping in his g-string against her ass in agreement. "Both breasts need your attention, boy. Sweet boy." She tightened her vaginal muscles around his thick fingers. Can I have him penetrate my ass and keep control? Maybe it's too soon? She reached under her, her fingers moving over his wrist as her pinkie slipped into her asshole, moistened by her cunt. After he gave her other breast a hard squeeze, she gasped in pleasure and led his hand to her mouth. She sucked his middle finger into her mouth, sliding down his skin until her lip wrapped around the bottom of his finger. "My Lady," he pleaded. She released his finger long enough to ask, "Does my sucking make you wonder when you might get to ejaculate, boy?" Moaning at Prisca swallowing his finger again, Abrecan nodded his head. Licking the soft pad of his fingertip, she asked, "But the wonder of maybe being allowed to come is so much you can't even imagine where I'd let you come?" "My Lady?" he whimpered. "Gods, I love hearing you say my title, ask my title, moan my title." She pulled down her leg and pushed him onto his back before surging forward to straddle his cock. "Let me know when you're very close, when you need to come, little boy." "Yes, my Lady." She snatched his fists from where they pressed against her thighs and lead them to her breasts. "You remember how I like my breasts touched, right? Me being on top doesn't change that." Moans and whimpers slipped from her lips when he obeyed her guidance. Her back arched even as she moved her hips faster and faster. She rocked her way into her first orgasm as she led one of his hands down, pressing his finger against her clit. "Keep stroking!" "My Lady," he gasped. "Yes, please, my Lady. Oh!" His throat worked with his anxious swallowing. "You feel so good, my Lady." "Yes, little boy!" She clamped her thighs against his hips for a moment before spinning around on his cock, her feet and arms coming to rest before she started riding him again. Before she could say something, his hand returned to her clit and she went rigid as the best orgasm filled her. "Please, please, my Lady," he whimpered. Prisca tilted her head to look at Abrecan's pinched face. "Do you need to come, my little boy?" "Please, my Lady. Please, I need to ejaculate, to come, whatever word you prefer, my Lady. Please, I beg for release, my Lady." "Good boy." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling off him and flipping around so she knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started roughly jacking him off, his cock pointed at her chest. "My Lady?" he pleaded. She stroked faster. "Don't... know... I can--" "Come for me," she interrupted him. She gasped through another orgasm as his warm cum splashed over her breasts and stomach. "My good boy." When the cum stopped, she grabbed him by his hair and led his mouth to clean her. "Good boy. You pleased me so much, good boy." She pushed him back on the pillows again and straddled his hips again, his soft cock pressing against her stomach. "Good boy." This will be enough, some day, I hope. So I admit that this doesn't feel as good as I'd normally give yall. But arguing two mornings in a row with my Master and it being sadly too close to my bedtime (evil day job tomorrow) has me pushing to finish. Hoping to manage writing and vlogging tomorrow. But for this evening, before going to bed with my Kindle, I leave you in Audrey and Kayla's capable hands; hopefully Kayla will add the link to buy her book "Madame Gretchen" in the comments :D I turn on my Kindle and smile to see the reduced items, the painfully cishet books and other awful memories purged. I go to the "BDSM and spanking" collection. That's right "Madame Gretchen." I reach between my legs- no need to wait for Audrey. Such a cast of characters. It feels good to imagine them, naked, sighing, writhing, fucking. I hurry ahead to Ivory's chapter. This simplicity of her loving memories encourages faster fingers. The rope, the rope... and Audrey arrives but she's not alone; Pekka struggles after her with his wrists tied together, his fingers folded into each other. I press my left hand against my thigh, dropping my Kindle. The rope plays in my mind. "That's my girl. Restrain yourself since I can't." Audrey laughs as Pekka's head drops forward. "Well, have my hands full." She kisses his neck. "Do you like Kayla's Bella? I do. She makes me wanna do things to you." "Yes, my Lady," Pekka groans; my fingers leave my clit as I reach forward to squeeze his balls. "You don't have to. I know how you feel about men." "But now you're ready for pleasure, whatever your Lady, my love, decides to give you." My fingers return to my body, my lips, my clit, my cunt. "And you do look so good hard, little boy. Even if I don't decide to do anything with your cock," Audrey purrs. She licks her hand, her raspberry tongue holding my gaze. Her hand drops to her cock and my finger slips into my cunt. Her cock slides into his ass and I moan aloud; she smiles at my sound not restrained in just my mind for her and Pekka to enjoy. My head falls to the side as she continues to love her submissive with her body and me with her gaze. The first small orgasm comes and I close my eyes for a moment. But just a moment because there is more for me to watch. Oh the humor of my life... I started writing this before Kayla got week 139's picture up and then my virtual family and I talked about the picture and at least two of us got off. This is more than 4th wall breaking :D Don't worry about the German too much, although it's easy enough (the German, that is) that you should be able to use Google translate if you don't know German; while I'm talking about the German, I'm not entirely sure I got it all 100% right as I'm a German learner. And so I leave you in the capable hands of Audrey and Vala as they enjoy Eoin and myself... "What does masturbation month mean to people like us who at times have negotiated away the right to give ourselves release to a dominant?" Vala asks me. I tap a finger against my lips. "So you don't want to wait until we see the picture Kayla chose for this week?" I relax back as my words finish traveling across the screen of my mind. "What's the sign for masturbation anyway? Is there one?" Vala snorts. "Naughty girl." Audrey's voice startles me at the same time I find my now naked body restrained by my beautiful girlfriend. "But love," I whimper as her long fingers move over my nipples. "Shaman got you yesterday. My turn." Audrey kisses my neck. "We can look at Kayla's picture in a bit; for now, I want to feel your loveliness in m arms." Her hand is so gentle as she takes m left hand and leads it between my legs. "Don't want you coming too fast." "Hm, yes," I moan at the shock of pleasure when my fingers move over my clit. While I appreciate her whole body holding me, I especially luxuriate in the press of her breast and cock against me. "Oo, my Lady!" Vala squeals. "You should see the luscious picture Kayla picked for this week! Makes me wanna go find my boy!" "Please, Audrey," I beg. Just a few days after ovulation, and I am still a ball of erotic energy. "Now, now. I'm your girlfriend, not your dom." Audrey drops sweet kisses on my neck. "Although this looks tasty." Vala holds her tablet so Audrey and I can look at Masturbation Monday week 139's picture. I whimper to see the Wartenberg wheel moving against the nipple; a GIF would have been downright teasing. "Maybe you need to beg Shaman for some play so you have marks?" Audrey teases as she guides my middle finger into my cunt. "Maybe," I groan. I turn to see that Vala has claimed her Eoin and a Wartenberg wheel. I relax my neck to allow a deeper turn, my lips finding Audrey's skin. "Please, my Lady," Eoin whimpers as Vala presses the spokes against the head of his cock. "Doesn't that look good, Joelle?" Vala laughs. I roll my eyes at Vala. "You trying to encourage me to switch like you?" "Du bist schlecht," Vala snarks; I shudder against Audrey. "Are you gonna come from Vala's German?" Audrey murmurs against my ear. Her fingers caress my nipples. "Maybe," I spread my legs as I wrote Vala doing recently. My toes press into the comforter beside Audrey's calves. With her right hand, Audrey traces my labia as her left hand moves to stroke my breasts, one after the other. "Kommst für mich?" Vala challenges. I gasp; Vala's German and watching her subtle torture of Eoin's hard cock is so pushing my orgasm closer. The German writing helps as well. "Why do we have the writing when you're voicing, Vala?" "Because we want it," Vala replies as her thumb moves over Eoin's piss-hole. "Yeah." I press my hand over Audrey's as she rubs my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh that's lovely." I pant and arch into her, her cock pressing wonderfully between my asscheeks. "Please, please, my Lady," Eoin begs again. A glance shows Eoin's cock shining with pre-cum and bight red from everything Vala has been doing to him. I groan and the orgasm pulls the pleasure in my clit tight. I look to his face and then follow his gaze to my crotch. "Bitte, meine Frau," Eoin whimpers. "Gute Junge," Vala purrs. Audrey's finger joins mine in my cunt. "Lovely girl. Love you." "Love you." I kiss Audrey. I glance again; Vala rubs Eoin's cum into his reddened cock; he groans at the continued stimulation after his ejaculation. Now not only do you need to go to Masturbation Monday for the other hops but also to enter the contest to win a a PULSE III Duo – masturbation sleeve . Open until 5/6/17.
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