Ziba loves Iovita
Sadly, this is the last week for #WipItUpWednesday- 3 years of a run :) I invite you to consider my ponder about hops here and to always come back to my site to see what I'm doing. I'll share the link up to the other #WipItUp hoppers at the bottom of this post as usual.
Since it's the last week of this hop, I'm sharing a longer scene (like 1500 words), although I haven't managed to write an actual beginning or end to the whole scene, just the intimacy. Virtual intimacy between Ziba and Iovita because they are across the globe from each other (Georgia, USA and Auckland, New Zealand); I realized that I didn't try to write them being intimate until 94 pages into the book(s). Ziba begins; Iovita is physically in a mall food court.
“I trace your beautifully parted lips with my index finger, my slight nail teasing your skin. Leaning in, I trade my finger for my lips, kissing you softly at first, before easing my tongue into your loving mouth. Your gasps of arousal entrance me further and I lay us face to face on our sides. The fresh grass of this enclosed garden encourages me to remove first my head scarf and then my under scarf. Your wiggling then prompts me to slip out of my taupe abaya before laying back down beside you.”
Iovita pressed her fingers against her lips for a moment before typing, “I feel the need to be instantly naked with you, but can't encourage my muscles to cooperate with me.”
Ziba immediately continued, “I slip my hand underneath your silk blouse and caress the soft, downy skin of your stomach. My hand continues up the middle of your torso before help the blouse off your precious head. So much less fabric separating our bodies. I walk my fingers down your body before stopping at the waistband of your wispy rainbow-colored skirt. 'Can I'?”
“Of course, my love. I'm so glad for the looseness of my skirt, making it so I don't have to move too much. The sun's gentle heat amplifies the grace of our skin caressing as we move against each other.”
“Are you having a bad pain day, my sweet?”
“My legs. I think just my legs.”
“Can I rub them?”
“Please, love.” Iovita looked up from her tablet to see if anyone beside Davey had gathered yet. “Still about twenty minutes in offline time before we should be getting back on the bus for home.”
As if merely accepting Iovita's explanation, Ziba carried forward with, “I drag my fingers up your naked thighs. Would you like a lot or a little pressure?”
“I'm not sure, please just try, my love, and we'll see what feels good.” Iovita squirmed slightly in her chair. Good thing it doesn't show my movement like the plastic chairs everyone else uses.
“I start with light touches, teasingly moving between your thighs. I make slow circles against your exquisite groin muscles, my little finger just brushing over your labia. I kiss your soft lips as my massaging hand moves up onto the top of your thigh before moving to the other one. I lean in to kiss your lips again, catching an uplifting breath of your citrus hair products. I press softly on your right hip to encourage you to lay on your back.”
“I release a harmony of sighs and moans I settle into the grass in your sight. Please. My need.”
“Yes, my love. Alternating between cupping, kneading, and caressing your beautiful body, I move on to our outer thighs. My hair swings forward to hand over you.”
“I tighten my hands into fists to prevent myself from grabbing your hair and turning this from the tender, loving exchange that it is.” Iovita's midpoint clitorophallus grew hard in her underwear. Good thing I have a change of clothes in my basket if I need it. She squeezed her legs together for a long moment to give sweet pressure on her throbbing clit.
“My knee slips between your legs to press against your midpoint clitorophallus. I arch my back so my hands can travel down to your knees and calves with my knee ceasing its caress. Loving the sensuality and sexuality that flows through my body as you writhe underneath me.”
“I love to watch you move like this. It encourages my desire to orgasm without you needing to touch any of the usually thought of erogenous zones. My legs feel so much better. Please kiss me, my love.” Iovita's tongue moved against the inside of her bottom lip.
“Where should I kiss you, my sweetness? Here? I lean forward to kiss the tops of your thighs, two small kisses. Or maybe here? I brush a teasing kiss against the skin just below your navel. Don't tense up, love. You are beautiful with your extra pounds. I lift your right hand to my lips and kiss your fingertips. I suck your middle finger between my lips, taking it in just past your second knuckle. My tongue cups your finger, my saliva drenching your skin.”
Iovita's toes curled up within her comfy, white tennis shoes. “I love the velvety stroke of your tongue on me. Your hazy brown eyes drift over me like pools I want to swim in.”
“I can't help grinning at your lovely words. I slip your finger out of my mouth and lead it between your legs. I lower my chest over yours until our lips meet in an urgent kiss. Your gasp of pleasure just sounds into my slightly open mouth. My gasp echoes yours as your left hand snakes its way between us to caress my breasts.”
“Words, I've read people saying people shouldn't be able to talk during good sex. What is good sex? The warmth of your nipple teases my fingertips. The endorphins of orgasm rush through me, easing the bad pain and bringing me more inline with your energy.”
“Keep your hand going; keep that orgasm going. Feel it continue to rush through you, even if it is not visible within or without your physical body. I love you and I love holding the picture of your shuddering orgasm in my mind's eye.”
“Yes, love. I love you and I love our minds' connection.” Iovita leaned forward to take a sip of her lemonade; four community members had collected at the next table over. “What of your pleasure? What more would you like, allow?”
“Interesting, your word choice, love. I notice your arm slowing in its movements. Are you feeling physically able of giving me pleasure if I kneel about your loving mouth?”
“Of that, I think I capable. I giggle at that thought. I do stop stroking my midpoint clitorophallus, even as I continue holding it, while you move into place. The feel of your pubic hair brushing over my cheeks brings me such pleasure.”
“Are you sure this isn't hurting you?”
“Just lower yourself over my mouth, love. It's my legs that are hurting the most today. Imagine me holding onto your luscious hips. Tell me, love, if any anatomy words feel particularly luscious to you today.”
“I gaze down into your loving eyes, those endearing hazel wells of soul. 'Words that fit a cisgender woman are good for me today.' I feel a moment's hesitation at my unshaven body. Sometimes the differences in our cultures startle me.”
“It's okay, my love. I'm not so US in my focus to care how your body hair differs from Hollywood tries to sell the world. I let my nose dance through your beautifully fragrant pubic hair; it feels so good against my face. Feeling the edges of your labia majora with the tip of my tongue, I keep up the slow caress until I hear your low moan above me. Yes, I move on to kisses and licks on your labia minora, your clit, into your vagina. In the edge of my vision, I see your exquisite thigh muscles just starting to shake. Unh. I could orgasm again just watching your body begin to respond. Or did you really start orgasming when you were enjoying giving me pleasure?” She paused in tapping out her messages; Davey's chair squealed as he backed up from their table. Leaning forward to take a sip of her drink, she looked around to see most of their party gathered. Shit. I want her to feel release before I have to get on the bus.
“I reach up with one hand to caress and pinch my nipples as your loving mouth encourages a wonderful symphony of response throughout me. I may have nearly reached the moments before this point as I nudged you toward ecstasy. I groan as you shove your tongue into my vagina, caressing the now quivering inner wall. I lean backward and place my hand in the grass to keep from smothering you as my body shakes with orgasm. After a few seconds of panting, I ease myself down to your side and cuddle against you. Are your shoulders hurting? Would you rather I hold you in these moments?”
“Lay next to me, love, please. It seems every pain spot you need for a fibro diagnosis is hurting today. It looks like it's almost time for me to get on the bus. Wanna continue afterglow once I'm settled in?”
“Perfect idea. I must admit, physically, I'm still relaxing in bed. Mairead is sleeping after a late night at the restaurant and I came back for more sleep after dawn prayers.”
“Ah, that is a lovely way to spend the morning. I'm going to stow my tablet and get ready to get on the bus. I'll be back in about ten, my sweet love.”
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I was sad to read that this hop is coming to close, but I'll try to be sure to take part in these last two weeks. For today, I decided to edit a scene that i'd written during a writing sprint, but have since done a tiny bit of editing.
Iovita is a wheelchair user and is at a mall.
Iovita stared at the obstacle of the stairs. “My legs are too bad today.”
“Can I help you?” a salesperson asked.
“Are these stairs the only way to the second floor?”
“Definitely not. I was just heading to the elevator with this pallet of items. Would you like to follow me?”
“Yes, thanks.” What a relief. She lifted her head to scan his nametag.
Jack pushed on the bar on the cart. “I keep telling management that we have to have better signage about the elevator.”
“It isn't just a service elevator for employees doing jobs like yours?”
“No. We use it as well because there's only the one elevator, but it's kept clean and well working for customers to use as well.” Jack pushed his shaggy brown hair behind his ear before turning down a path between two areas of women's clothes. “Are you looking for a specific thing once you get upstairs?”
“I want to look around, no specific goal.”
Jack stopped in front of the large, silver doors of the elevator and pressed a button on the cart's handle.
Brushing her fingers over her power chair's direction knob, Iovita waited and adjusted her lap blanket. A nice, new nighty before Per time tonight. Her tablet made a small bell sound to alert her that Ziba had come online. Well it is already Sunday morning for her. She grabbed her tablet and touched the screen before entering her passcode. Clicking on Ziba's picture, she tapped out, “Hi, love. I'm just enjoying an afternoon at the mall.”
“That's lovely. I'm so glad you have the bus for trips like this, allowing everyone of any ability level to enjoy these outings,” Ziba replied.
I think they have that little coffee bar upstairs. I'd like a little treat. She carefully wedged the tablet under her blanket when the elevator doors opened.
“Going up?” Jack asked with a grin.
Iovita pushed the control knob on her chair to start her forward after him. “Thanks for not directly acknowledging my chair or making a big deal of it.”
“You're welcome. I think more people just learn to be decent and not wait until they or a loved one needs to use mobility aids. Although I should admit, I'm an occupational therapist student.”
Laughing, Iovita said, “Well people will always need OT. Who knows? Maybe I'll eventually have you for my therapist one of these days.”
Jack nodded. “If only we could get a real health care system so it's easier for everyone to get the medical help they need.”
“Too true.” The elevator came to a stop. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“You're welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of your shopping.” Jack waited while Iovita exited the elevator.
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Living in New Zealand
So I realized at 7:30p Tuesday that I hadn't signed up yet. Oops :D I'm managing to write a bit, although I'm working on "Typing My Love" again (for Camp Nano). 6 years after they started dating Happy, Ziba and Mairead move to New Zealand. I had some research, plus I have books waiting for me; people from New Zealand may very well have corrections for me from this very still in-progress. I'm going to share something sweet today.
“Mysie kitty,” Mairead called out as they walked into their flat, Ziba closing the door behind them. She dropped a few kitty treats on the floor beneath the coffee table. “Kitten, kitten?” As she was walking, she undid the pin on the head scarf and pulled it off.
Ziba followed after Mairead, turning on overhead lights. “Mysie? We’d like to pet you.” She removed her own head scarf and folded the navy blue chiffon rectangle before slipping the black under scarf off her hair. She slipped into their bedroom after Mairead and put away their head scarves and her under scarf before joining Mairead beside their bed.
“She’s letting me pet her head a little although she won’t come out,” Mairead said while still looking underneath their bed. “I love her all over ginger color with just this little patch of white on her nose. She’s too cute.”
“I’m glad you like her, habibti. I still feel bad for you giving up Seamus, even if it was your decision.”
“But we can both enjoy this little kitten. Do you have the catnip toy?”
She pulled the small hand sewn mouse from her pocket. “Here it is.” She passed it to Mairead. I’m not sure if I want to make love or simply sleep with her more. You wouldn’t think that we’ve been actually living together some years now. Looking around their room, she nodded when she noticed her prayer mat had been unpacked already.
A tentative meow startled her out of her thoughts.
“Mysie?” Mairead sung.
“Meow!” the kitten licked Mairead’s nose.
“She likes you!” Ziba giggled.
“Or she thought I have something leftover from dinner on my nose.” Mairead joined Ziba in giggling when the kitten slowly began to climb up her arm and onto her chest. “What a cuddly kitten.” She gently rubbed the back of the kitten's head. “You have a preference about where she sleeps?”
“Not really. Wherever she's comfortable is fine, whether that's in bed with us or she picks a spot she likes best. While I hope this means she's over hiding already, it may only be a moment.” We got her that other toy that might be good now. Ziba slowly backed out of the room on her knees before hopping to her feet in the hallway. Grinning, she hurried into the kitchen and grabbed the feather-on-a-stick toy. She returned to their bedroom and got down on the floor with a curious kitten still standing on Mairead's chest.
“I think she's decided my chest is hers,” Mairead said as Mysie completed small circle between her breasts and then curled into a ball of kitten.
“But I like your chest too,” Ziba joked.
“Awww.” Mairead stroked Mysie's ears. “So are there any fatwas about animals being in the room while I couple is making love?”
Ziba snorted. “I'm entirely unsure, but I'll look that up.” She brushed her fingertips over Mysie's back. “Maybe we did end up with a lap cat who'll be happy to sleep with us. Should we see if she'll allow me to pick her up and put her in our bed?”
“Sure. Can you go check thermostat? I swore I set it to 21.”
I wonder how Happy is doing with more of the metric system. At least joy had a few years with Mairead and I in Amsterdam. She sighed and glanced at the thermostat on the wall. It showed 19. She flipped a switch and the heat pump started working. A nice, scented candle; I hope Mysie will leave it alone. She returned to the bedroom and smiled to see her wife and kitten cuddling on the bed. She leaned over her night table and breathed in the scent of her rose candle for a long moment.
Laura was naughty
I couldn't remember what I shared last week, but I noticed it was 11pm EST on Tuesday night and I hadn't gotten my post up for #WipItUpWedneday! So this is a little further from what I shared last week. Laura's being naughty- but is it in role or out of role? :D
Amy dropped to the floor and crawled her way to Laura. She whispered, “I'm wondering if being the sub is always so boring in this type of set up.”
Laura shrugged. He's totally paying attention to Tom. Her gaze still on Jack's face even as she leaned close to whisper back to Amy, she said, “Why don't you enjoy Chris, even if he's a Little now?”
Amy rolled her eyes.
“Are you girls whispering?” Jack asked sternly.
“Yes, Father.” Laura dropped her chin to her chest.
“Over my knee!”
“Please, Father. Not in front of others,” Laura whined.
Jack lifted one eyebrow.
Laura jumped to her feet and dropped her pelvis other Jack's thighs; she pushed her fingers into the carpet so she wouldn't fall off.
“Because we are in front of others, I will only lift your skirt.” Jack hitched Laura's skirt to her lower back before peppering each thigh and the middle of her butt with spanks without count. “When Amy crawled over to you, what should you have done?”
Laura sniffled, even if the spanking had been severe enough to make her cry, before whimpering, “I should have asked your permission to whisper with my friend, Father?”
“Did you answer my question with a question?” Jack growled.
“Sorry, yes, Father.” She cried out when her answer was met with several more spanks. Sniffling more, she focused on still keeping her voice even as she repeated, “I should have asked your permission to whisper with my friend, Father.”
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How should Laura act
So as I get this post ready, I haven't even opened my file yet; another author talked about having multiple files open because she's struggling with mental health too. I've been failing to connect to "Typing My Love," so I'm going to take a break from it and open up "Laura Learns"- the ageplay "week" from my planned trilogy with Jack and Laura. Not sure what I'll share just yet, but I found in the midst of adjusting to an anti-depressant, I hadn't managed to post on my site at all since Feburary 21st for this hop.
Then I opened the file, took the word count (I'm taking part in a writing challenge), and picked some to share with you all before I hopefully start writing. I'm sharing from a chapter of "Laura Learns" where Laura and Jack are at a dinner party where everyone is in some kind of BDSM role.
Laura turned a page in the paperback she'd found in a pile of books; she felt a giggle tickling the back of her throat. I'm already thinking of Jack's home as my home. Well we are engaged. She watched Chris rolling on the floor, his nearness to John giving her a chance to glance at the naked man without being too obvious. I'm so glad ageplay at my age doesn't allow for so much nudity.
"Ple, ple, book!" Chris gurgled at her feet.
"No, little boy. You tried to bite it," Laura scolded.
"Saawwy!" Chris batted his eyelashes at her.
Nadia sat on the couch beside Laura. "Whatcha reading?"
"Black Beauty. I just love horses," Laura gushed, grateful for the chance to talk in role.
"Would you like to see my model horse collection?" Nadia smiled.
Laura scratched her nose. "I should ask my Father. Didn't you say dinner would be ready soon, ma'am?"
Nadia grimaced. Whispering, she said, "Sorry. I know it's in role for you, but being ma'am'd makes me feel squiggly."
Whispering as well, Laura asked, "We didn't really discuss respect language for adults. Is there something other than ma'am that you'd like?"
"Not sure there is something. Any other title used for femmes tends to be icky to me, for me. Thank goodness you're normally a sub like me."
Jack and Tonya joined them in the living room then.
Standing in front of them, Jack asked, "So Nadia, how much longer to dinner?"
"Ten minutes, sir. Might I ask for Laura if I can show her my model horse collection before dinner? When I offered to show it to her, she was a good girl and said she'd have to ask you, sir."
Jack nodded. "Thanks for offering to show her." He glanced at Laura. "No wondering off from Nadia's side."
"Yes, Sir," Laura murmured. She handed the paperback to him before getting up from the couch and following after Nadia. Not sure how I should present as a ten-year-old of a strict father, but I do like him in role. I'm not sure about my own role though.
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Prayer in romance
So I rememberd #WipItUpWednesday, even if I messed up my Master's work schedule (off work Tuesday night, not Wednesday night). I'm sharing something different; I know :D like I never ever manage different LOL. But I'm going to share my editing note as the scene set up.
Is this even close to any prayer or would this be horrifically offensive to include in the book? This paragraph is lackluster from lack of knowledge and indecision on it.
Ziba stepped into the mosque and headed for the bathroom as she removed her head scarf. She quickly completed her ritual bathing and then moved to the prayer hall. Spotting an empty prayer carpet, she slipped her shoes off beside the wall before approaching the empty space. She knelt on the carpet and began doing whatever Muslims do when they pray. Her breathing pleasantly slowed as peace filled her. “Allah is above all people. Allah is peace. I wish to be a servant of Allah.” She continued through her prayers, focused on the connection.
Okay, trying to put together this post while my Master is being silly across the room, trying to give me the visual of Him putting a can of Mini Ravoli in my asshole and then using it as a plate; He suggested it could go in a book :D . However, I'm not giving you anything that graphic. I had a small window of feeling inspired to edit or write and my daughter got me wound up :(. I want to share a scene that happened "off screen" and I'm hoping to do more with it in my rewrite/continuing write, now that I'm working post-Nanowrimo with "Typing My Love." This is Happy, Iovita, and Mairead chatting while Ziba is off at her mosque praying.
While I'm not sure if I want it in story or just to know it happened in this section, I think about 3 months is a good time for one of the women to tell Happy about the phrase unbound clitorophallus and I think joy will prefer it to testicles. I'm still wondering about testicles though.
"I wonder if we might not have some fun the three of us, some time. Oh Happy, did you know you had it in you to be such a wonderful dominant?"
"You're going to make joy blush," Iovita typed.
"Are you trying to play in ways that might have gotten you in trouble within the scene?" Happy typed.
Mairead laughed. If only he... joy was able to add emotion to a phrase like that. I wonder if joys way of being might disincline joy to use emojis. She studied the private message box for a moment. Finding the emoji tab, she clicked on it before clicking on ten different emojis.
"Mairead?" Happy typed.
"I'm sorry. Just a fecking neurotypical ponder that I allowed to cause me to act."
"Apology accepted. Although I think there is promise within your emoji line. However, instead of the little picture emojis, how about words in [what are these punctuation called]? Like for instance, to say that I am smiling or feeling in a way that might encourage me to smile, I could type: I love Iovita and Mairead [smiling face with huge grin followed by two dark pink and red hearts.] My therapist introduced a tool that was created for work with Autistic children called social stories. Well it seems that my parents did basically that but used spoken words along with their expressions to try to teach me. Remember that while they could tell I was different, the philosophies of the commune meant that medical words like Autism were not used to describe me until I officially got the diagnosis."
"I like that! [smiling face with eyes closed to show excitement]. I love you too, Happy. Do you have any sense of how often you might like us to do these emojis-sentences?" Mairead asked.
After a few minutes of nothing, Happy typed, "Let us try once per sentence. I know it is asking a lot. [Yellow face with raised brown eyebrows, big white eyes that take up most of the face, small straight line of mouth.] And yes, I am aware that I just did a significantly more descriptive sentence because I looked at a page of emojis as I typed. I am not asking that of either of you."
"I can tell Ziba about this so she'll check out this conversation when she gets home," Iovita offered.
"I would appreciate that. LOL. So I was looking at how to go about describing the emoji named kissing face. [Face with a mouth that looks like a sideways W, eyes and eyebrows simple lines, a small circle of light red near the corners of the eyes.]"
"Ah, my love. I like the hugging face! The hands on the bottom of the emoji make me imagine us touching each other," Iovita typed.
Happy and Iovita flirt
Sighs, my life continues to be difficult and I'm hit or miss on posting, whether for this hop or because I've done something. I have to wait until the end of the month before I finally get to see a psychiatrist, but things are working closer to my goals. I've been tending to have this and "Laura Learns" open so I can write in whichever WIP catches my interest and/or inspiration; sadly it's neither too many days still. This week, I decided to share from "3 Months together" (where I'm editing currently). Happy and Iovita are talking.
"Okay, doing Ziba proud." Iovita clicked the submit button on her application to the University of Georgia. "Am I sure?"
A private message from Happy popped up. "How is the day treating you?"
"Hey, sweet. It's good. I just submitted my application to be a student at U of G," Iovita replied as she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. "You don't think Ziba will be upset that I pushed through and submitted without telling her yet?"
"Ziba respects education too much. I cannot imagine her being upset, but why did you not tell her?"
"Well I'll tell her once she gets online later. I did mention I was thinking to fill it out before she said good night. I have the night off work, so I may be on when she gets online the next, before I go to sleep." Because I wanted to do it on my own seems too lame.
"Yes, our time differences and Ziba's prayer times can make things tricky." Happy's cursor moved to the next line. "Did you pick a field of study? Or what was the correct term that Ziba keeps telling me?"
"Declare a major," Iovita replied. She considered the armrests of her new power chair. "Special education. Can you imagine a little kid who's never seen an adult in a wheelchair before? I mean, with the increased mainstreaming of Deaf children after oralism meant the firing of most Deaf teachers, too many Deaf kids have grown up expecting to die when they turned eighteen. I'd like to change that for wheelchair using kids."
"What wonderful care you have for others."
"Aw, thanks. Did the chocolates get to you?"
"Yes, they did, and I have had an enjoyable time learning to appreciate chocolates. Thank you so much."
An image of Happy reclining on her bed with melted chocolate across joys chest jumped into Iovita's head. Goodness, not in the middle of the day. It's not like Happy and I are in vastly different time zones after all
Not into girls
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.
"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."
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What will they do
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
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?"
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.
"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."
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