Good boy

​I debated and even asked Kayla's opinion on Twitter about what I'm going to share. Asked in my fan group on Facebook. The inspiration picture she chose for this week is certainly hot, but I already had this idea in my mind. If you read this week, you got to enjoy Audrey and I experimenting sexually after I came out as non-binary; this week, The Queen is going to help me process my gender and sexuality:
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I haven't masturbated since I went on an anti-depressant; I just haven't been interested, although partnered sexual intimacy is good. I tried once and couldn't get into it... and then The Queen joined in...

My right hand between my thighs, my left hand worked the Kindle's buttons. Even my favorites to masturbate to weren't quite doing it.

Then The Queen appears. He grabs my legs and places my feet against his shoulders.

I feel the phantom lube as my fingers speed up over my clit.

“Think unbound clitorophallus,” he whispers. “Be my good little boy.”

My heart lurches. I didn't tell you already that I'm wearing my chest binder to masturbate in yet, did I? It gives me such gender euphoria.

Lubed up now, The Queen's unbound clitorophallus slides into my chocolate starfish.

“That's a good boy, pleasing your master,” The Queen laughs. He drives his phantom unbound clitorophallus into my ass and I come hard- my finger and the virtual penetration mixing with the binder's sweet pressure to overwhelm my seeming inability to masturbate to orgasm. “Such a very good boy. I love fucking my good boy.”

I cannot imagine this orgasm ever ending; how it rushes through me in wild circles.

“You kept me waiting. Bad, bad boy. I shall fill your ass fast.”

My fingers jerk against my bound clitorophallus at bad. “Please, my Queen,” I beg.

He grunts and pounds his unbound clitorophallus into my ass; he wasn't joking.

“Yes, yes, please, please!” I cry.

“Good boy, good ass.”

I shudder even as I'm held in place by his weight.

“Uh!” He clasps my ass cheeks and stills. “Good boy.”