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.

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.

So I wound up with a self-conscious post for MM, as in, in the post I talk about the fact that the writing is for MM :D . When I came to Weebly to create the post, I was amused to find that I wrote about Audrey and I last week. If/when I manage the challenge I make to Audrey, if will mean that I will need to share the link with all of you. Yes, I wanted to make my Audrey come and we both enjoyed ourselves.

"Forget the picture. It's not working for you exactly," Audrey whispers.

I sit on the bed and place my feet between her legs. "Does that mean I can't oil up your cock and slowly stroke it?"

"Heh. If that's the way the picture inspires you, love, go for it. I'd love to feel your beautiful hand caressing me." She groans at my first slow caresses as I reach for the warming oil with my other hand.

"How long since you've come, my love?" I lick my lips.

"Long enough ago that you might encourage me to come, although I'm wondering what you plan to do with my cum." Her thigh tenses beneath my legs.

"Are you still fertile, my dearest Audrey?"

Her quiet, bass voice presses kisses of molten arousal to my skin as she answers, "No, sweet. This body is too old."

"Not too old to give us both pleasure." I look to her gorgeous hazel eyes as I tip the opened oil bottle over her
hardening cock. "It's moments like this that I particularly appreciate your intact cock, its foreskin adding so much pleasure when I touch you like this."

"Yes." Her eyes slip closed as my hand starts moving up and down gently. "When you sit close like this, I swear I'm ready to come far faster than with my submissives."

"Might it be that this isn't a time with a lot foreplay of any sort? While it might not work for Masturbation Monday, I want to challenge us as lovers to engage in foreplay of a lengthy time, some time, some time when we're both feeling our love and attraction so much that it becomes the opposite of needy hurt." I rub my thumb over the head of her cock, my palm against her foreskin that's fallen back slightly in her arousal. I move to my shins, my knees pressing against her balls.

"Baby?" Her voice is moaned whisper.

I lean over so I can press my breasts into a tunnel for her cock to move in. "I love feeling your skin slide over mine like this." When she thrusts up into me, I lean just enough farther to kiss the precious head of her cock. I press my knees just so against her balls, giving just that much sensation to the both of us. I notice a gleam of pre-cum and with the tip of my tongue, I collect her warmth.

"My girl." She trembles at me releasing my breasts with one hand to wrap it around the base of her shaft. "Lover."

I shift my attention to between my legs; her love and arousal have me close to orgasm as well, even with no touches to my clit, my cunt, my asshole. Or are those just words for BDSM?

Her body's sudden rigidity draws my gaze back to her face, her lips open and her face tensed as the rest of her body. Balls tighten against my knees the moment before her warm cum shoots across the pale tops of my breasts, my chin, just into my mouth.

"Love you, my Audrey." I release her cock and rise to kneeling between her legs. My hand skitters through her cum before traveling to my clit. "Love you so much." Fast with her cum, my fingers thrum against my clit and in a moment, I'm coming hard, gyrating over her. A gasp and I've fallen onto her, my stomach pressing against her still hard cock.

Her cum, my cum, we slid against each other with our fast breaths from our pleasure.

"Come here, little girl," Audrey murmurs as she draws me to rest my head on her breasts, my legs falling to either side of her torso. She licks her cum off my chin before penetrating my mouth with her tongue, her arms holding me tight in our love.

Something about the inspiration picture made me think of The Queen and Greta when they were moving from "friends in the BDSM scene" to "Master and slave" or maybe "Dominant and submissive"- I can't imagine personally making the switch in roles that Greta did.
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"So now what will please me?" The Queen wondered aloud, his grin stating that he wasn't asking Greta's opinion.

Her fingers rested between her cunt lips as he'd placed them. Not going to look at the floggers and crops and other things he's used on me. He must have needed this as much as I. Pleasant aches played across her skin and in her muscles where the impacts had made her scream and beg to come.

"Look at you with you fingers right where I told you to put them, but not moving. Not going to try for an orgasm without my permission?" The Queen chuckled.

"No, my Queen," Greta whimpered. Her nipples tightened as if he'd put the clamps back on them.

"Use your other hand to pinch your nipples," he ordered.

She moved her fingers like she played the piano as she obeyed him. The first gasp escaped when she touched her left nipple, the first one he'd clamped with the cruel Japanese clover clamps he'd been pleased to remind her had been a gift from her to him.

"Good girl," he taunted as her fingers moved to right nipple.

"Please, my Queen," she begged. She pressed her fingers into her genital area between her outer and inner labia. No reason to make it harder to obey him without his direct order.

"No." He smirked at her. "Something more is needed here." He lazily rumpled his hair before getting up from the wooden box he had sat on. "Hold that pose."

The words caught in her throat when he disappeared from her view before she could respond with any of the respect language that had made his cock so hard earlier. Her inner thighs pulled at her attention with their stickiness; all she needed was his permission and she'd have the best orgasm of her life.

Simon reclined on the box The Queen had abandoned. "Too bad you haven't been through his formal collaring so I could fuck with you, even if it is lovely to see you so stripped."

Greta pressed her feet into the carpeting, feeling the thick cuffs The Queen had placed on her ankles anew.
"I... I didn't say no, before the collaring," she babbled.

"Yes, you gave a whole lot of consent, but I still need his order to allow me." Simon grinned. "For now."

"My boy! So glad to see you had a moment," The Queen called out as he approached them. "Like to help give me some pleasure?"

"Always, my Queen. How might I help?" Simon responded.

"Well first I would suggest you get naked so you can enjoy how you will be helping more." The Queen ran his fingers under the hem of Simon's white tank top.

"That sounds good, my Queen." Simon pulled his top up and off, moaning as The Queen's fingers moved over his skin.

She chewed on her bottom lip so she didn't make a noise to draw their attention to her.

"These fitted pants make me want to get out of these business clothes and fuck you both," The Queen growled.

"And your sleeves rolled up like that make me wanna beg for your cock, my Queen," Simon answered. He leaned into The Queen's hands as they undid the button and then pulled down the zipper.

"Such a cock tease." The Queen reached into Simon's pants and grabbed his semi-hard. "You are going to lay still with your cock in her ass, your fingers pinching her nipples."

A groan escaped her trembling lips, bringing the men's attention to her.

"I see you like my idea." The Queen pushed Simon's pants to his ankles. "Obey."

Simon rushed to lay on the floor beside Greta; she dove onto him, her mouth wetting his cock before she scrambled over his legs. He grasped her hips as she backed up onto his cock.

"Simon will stay mostly still so you'll need to make yourself come using your fingers on your clit. Can you do it?" The Queen asked as he sat back on the box.

"Yes, my Queen!" Greta whimpered as Simon let go of one hip to help guide his cock into her asshole. "Ti... ti--"

"Yes, I think it would be nice if you used Simon's title as you will be beneath him in my hierarchy after your collaring." The Queen interrupted her stammering.

"And beneath me physically as much as he'll allow," Simon muttered as he help Greta relax back onto his torso.

She trembled against him as his cock filled her up, pushing her back toward coming.

"Now that pleases me," The Queen said as the slaves moved against each other on the floor before him.

"You're not obeying him fully," Simon taunted with his lips against Greta's earlobe.

"Neither are you," Greta retorted. Her body tightened in one moment as Simon's fingers found her sore nipples. Her fingers glided over her slick cunt. "Please, please, please, my Queen!"

"So lovely. Make yourself come, and Simon if you can too."

Greta pushed down onto Simon's cock, her hips shuddering as the orgasm rocked her body. "Coming! My Queen!" she cried out as she rode Simon's cock, her fingers sliding into her cunt. With his fingers pulling and pinching her nipples, she thrashed against him. "Please, my Lord, please fill my ass!"

"Can I please touch her other than her nipples, my Queen?" Simon pleaded.

"Sure," The Queen laughed.

Simon gripped her hips and held her still as he pounded up into her. "That's my girl. Keep coming for me. You feel so good."

Greta cried out as Simon's thrusts prevented her orgasm from stopping.

He released her right hip to reach around and slap her cunt lips.

Her cries became screams as she lurched to sitting up on him.

"Come back here!" Simon wrapped his arm around her chest and pulled her back onto him. "Filling your ass, dirty girl."

"Yes, thanks, my Lord, my Queen." Greta squeezed her eyes shut.

"Good slaves," The Queen groaned.

Simon and Greta smiled at The Queen before relaxing into each other.

Nope, Anne didn't come up with this theory :D; it's my own creation.

Are you familiar with Anne Rice's "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy? It was my introduction to BDSM erotica. I worked through all 3 books (now 4, although I have yet to get my hands on the 4th book) as I was able to acquire them. I read each book from the beginning to end, enjoying the story lines, the sub plots (no pun intended lol), the variety of fetishes and sexual activities, the characters. I've enjoyed them all the way through a few times. Now my Master and I only have books 2 and 3- He's read them through maybe once and I couldn't stand all the male/female sex in book 1. Book 2 is Master's old copy and book 3, I begged Him to buy when it was on sale in a new edition with an introduction from Anne herself- this was a response to the "50 Shades" phenomenon. Now that I can quote passages from the books, they have moved to the place of "masturbatory material." I turn to the pages that I know are going to get me to orgasm quickest.

So this is my theory- the value of a book or book series that function on two levels: a story with details, multiple story arcs, emotion, romance... then also as good spank fiction. Admittedly, my copies of the Beauty books are print books. However, I have found that Kindle ebooks can be used in this way too; I have G. A. Hauser's "Down and Dirty (M/M/M BDSM)" and it works for me. I use B&N's "Nook for PC" with Nook ebooks and while I have a laptop, it just doesn't work as good. I struggle with the notion of wanting the Nook ereader as well though.

I hope people find that they can enjoy Vala's Story on both levels. There is much material in the books, sexual, sensual, and just life. I also touch on so many fetishes, sexual pairings, that I should have something for many interests. But if you aren't into, say, ageplay- just read the scene for the character/story development and skip it when you're masturbating to my novels later :D.