Be Damned The Rabbit
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Posted:Oct 13, 2007 10:31 pm
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~~~~~~~~~Light Erotica........
copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~ ~May not copy or reprint with out written permission.~
Be Damned the Rabbit
Factual Masturbation Story
Using imagery, decedent thoughts, urges denying myself the pleasures within. Knowing I have been granted by Trainer ONE masturbation, one orgasm and one only adds to the delight ‒ so I began. “Make it count girl! Bring yourself to the place you know so well - to the ridge before the peak and climb down a bit” I decided. Molesting myself mentally, with a knowing smile on my lips I brought out my new toy box. “Damn…. Only pussy play” still grinning to myself. Easily I could feel my ass is not ready after the recent accident - and cursed myself.
Laying out the tools of pleasure -- mere simulations of the real flesh I beg for, wishing beyond wish for a hair pull as I’m penetrated deeply. . . first so slowly that I can feel the parting of my slit and cunt opening to receive. No lube is needed, I seemed to have doused myself making wet from ass to clit, rolling up and down the damn rabbit even though I half laying up against a stack of pillows so I could watch --- wetting my own hand with slippery clear wench juice without intention. Inching in, feeling ever knob and bump, being pried open by the pseudo pink rabbit cock, with its long ears to tickle my clit. “This will not do”. I drew back to my entrance and slammed him home, deep, hard, pure penetration. Shuddering a bit as my eyes closed, repeating my ritual, then stopping when I bottomed out. A little pain mixed with my pleasure ‒ savoring the quiver from within. . . hearing my own hard breaths escaping as I was plunging in - now in short gasps, begging myself for more. NO not yet! This is too easy. I don’t want to waste my precious orgasm on a quick self fuck.
Hitting the back wall I began the wiggle I like so much. Using my rabbit to rapidly hit the left and right sides of my now totally drenched pussy. OH GOD that’s good as I move to short, hard thrusts. The phone rings distracting for only a moment. Whoever it is will wait until I have the FILL I’ve been allowed. Drawing back until almost out, rabbit ears dancing on my stone like clit I tease the walls that were pink, but now crimson. Bringing legs to the air, parted like a V - I shake and choke that rabbit - both with my hand and my cunt clenches. He stays still as I see if I can clench him hard enough to slow the motor a bit. Be damned the rabbit!! I NEED to feel that familiar burn from within and make both hand and plastic beast work for me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He’s not doing his job. The phone is not quiet - wishing all to just go away, I flip to my knees and crawl, rabbit in cunt, close to the pillows still stacked for my back. Over I lean, noting I wish my hungry ass was able to be filled cursing the surgeon who boggled the job. Off with those thoughts as I want to CUM. Over pillows ass and pussy in the air, breasts forced into soft pillows of their own the rabbit twists it’s stupid head as his ears throb against the clit I have spread open manually. MMmmm….ah ah ah ah ah yes, there we go. I feel the heat building inside my inner being. Coming to the surface - I know this means I am going to have a waterfall, screaming, groaning, panting, squirting orgasm. Let it go girl!! Take the pleasure your allowed. Rabbit works hard. Slamming and splashing inside my pussy, being met with the push and pull of my own body ‒ WANTING that rubber cock to do its job. Just then a furry four legged creature hops on the bed. Oh No! Immediately putting her face to mine - which is turned sideways against the mattress. An arm pushes hard the furry pussycat, again cursing the purr ball and distraction. Quickly to my knees - begging there to be cock before my lips, I kneel and jab that rabbit helper back. Begging rabbit it to be longer, fatter * to invade me, begging for hands to hold me still as the real flesh takes his pleasure. Rocking and thrusting - almost there - OMG - the itch is about to be massively scratched. The shake begins. I can feel the urge to release and know it’s time to let it GO - soak myself, soak the bedding. Cunt eat that rabbit and squeeze him to death!! Death? Death? Oh noooooooo . . . it’s only been ½ hour, maybe longer. They were fresh batteries…… NO NO NO NO not now fucking rabbit. With his own sadistic moan - rabbit dies - with him goes my orgasm.
Nearly in tears, the blasted rabbit is removed, silky cream coated, knowing that WAS to be MY orgasm! He’s tossed against the wall out of pure frustration, leaving his laughing wet paw print next to my bed.
Mental note: as I’ve known before, stick with the real thing. Time to get the cleaner out to wash the wet spot on the wall - the one that is supposed to be on my bed.
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Be Damned The Rabbit
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Posted:Oct 13, 2007 10:31 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:24 am
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~~~~~~~~~Light Erotica........
copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~ ~May not copy or reprint with out written permission.~
Be Damned the Rabbit
Factual Masturbation Story
Using imagery, decedent thoughts, urges denying myself the pleasures within. Knowing I have been granted by Trainer ONE masturbation, one orgasm and one only adds to the delight ‒ so I began. “Make it count girl! Bring yourself to the place you know so well - to the ridge before the peak and climb down a bit” I decided. Molesting myself mentally, with a knowing smile on my lips I brought out my new toy box. “Damn…. Only pussy play” still grinning to myself. Easily I could feel my ass is not ready after the recent accident - and cursed myself.
Laying out the tools of pleasure -- mere simulations of the real flesh I beg for, wishing beyond wish for a hair pull as I’m penetrated deeply. . . first so slowly that I can feel the parting of my slit and cunt opening to receive. No lube is needed, I seemed to have doused myself making wet from ass to clit, rolling up and down the damn rabbit even though I half laying up against a stack of pillows so I could watch --- wetting my own hand with slippery clear wench juice without intention. Inching in, feeling ever knob and bump, being pried open by the pseudo pink rabbit cock, with its long ears to tickle my clit. “This will not do”. I drew back to my entrance and slammed him home, deep, hard, pure penetration. Shuddering a bit as my eyes closed, repeating my ritual, then stopping when I bottomed out. A little pain mixed with my pleasure ‒ savoring the quiver from within. . . hearing my own hard breaths escaping as I was plunging in - now in short gasps, begging myself for more. NO not yet! This is too easy. I don’t want to waste my precious orgasm on a quick self fuck.
Hitting the back wall I began the wiggle I like so much. Using my rabbit to rapidly hit the left and right sides of my now totally drenched pussy. OH GOD that’s good as I move to short, hard thrusts. The phone rings distracting for only a moment. Whoever it is will wait until I have the FILL I’ve been allowed. Drawing back until almost out, rabbit ears dancing on my stone like clit I tease the walls that were pink, but now crimson. Bringing legs to the air, parted like a V - I shake and choke that rabbit - both with my hand and my cunt clenches. He stays still as I see if I can clench him hard enough to slow the motor a bit. Be damned the rabbit!! I NEED to feel that familiar burn from within and make both hand and plastic beast work for me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He’s not doing his job. The phone is not quiet - wishing all to just go away, I flip to my knees and crawl, rabbit in cunt, close to the pillows still stacked for my back. Over I lean, noting I wish my hungry ass was able to be filled cursing the surgeon who boggled the job. Off with those thoughts as I want to CUM. Over pillows ass and pussy in the air, breasts forced into soft pillows of their own the rabbit twists it’s stupid head as his ears throb against the clit I have spread open manually. MMmmm….ah ah ah ah ah yes, there we go. I feel the heat building inside my inner being. Coming to the surface - I know this means I am going to have a waterfall, screaming, groaning, panting, squirting orgasm. Let it go girl!! Take the pleasure your allowed. Rabbit works hard. Slamming and splashing inside my pussy, being met with the push and pull of my own body ‒ WANTING that rubber cock to do its job. Just then a furry four legged creature hops on the bed. Oh No! Immediately putting her face to mine - which is turned sideways against the mattress. An arm pushes hard the furry pussycat, again cursing the purr ball and distraction. Quickly to my knees - begging there to be cock before my lips, I kneel and jab that rabbit helper back. Begging rabbit it to be longer, fatter * to invade me, begging for hands to hold me still as the real flesh takes his pleasure. Rocking and thrusting - almost there - OMG - the itch is about to be massively scratched. The shake begins. I can feel the urge to release and know it’s time to let it GO - soak myself, soak the bedding. Cunt eat that rabbit and squeeze him to death!! Death? Death? Oh noooooooo . . . it’s only been ½ hour, maybe longer. They were fresh batteries…… NO NO NO NO not now fucking rabbit. With his own sadistic moan - rabbit dies - with him goes my orgasm.
Nearly in tears, the blasted rabbit is removed, silky cream coated, knowing that WAS to be MY orgasm! He’s tossed against the wall out of pure frustration, leaving his laughing wet paw print next to my bed.
Mental note: as I’ve known before, stick with the real thing. Time to get the cleaner out to wash the wet spot on the wall - the one that is supposed to be on my bed.
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The Making of a Submissive Wench - cyber style (background on wench from some time ago)
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Posted:Jun 1, 2007 8:17 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2007 10:31 pm
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~~~~~~~~~Light Erotica........
copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~~~
~May not copy or reprint with out
written permission.~
Entertaining his mind ‒ the Dom from the coast scans the new adverts. He mentally judges each posting to see if his personal criteria would be met in a singular ad. Over the years, one or two have come close. This has been a simple yet complex mind game the Dom uses to gauge the tides of new submissives who have posted. “What’s this? Well formed thoughts, clear desires, likes, dislikes…. A decent profile! Now let me pick this apart.” The Dom smiles as he can find only a small number of personal quirks he would have changed. A font that is larger, and a descriptive the new submissive seems to believe is a fault. He thinks about this profile a few times over the course of the next day or two and decides to simply message the midwest submissive to give his impressions. He asks not for an answer to his message… just gives her facts as he sees them.
On the other side of the monitor the submissive wench views the gentleman Dom’s observations, takes note and reviews her ad. “He’s correct! The size type is too small, and seeing one’s self as ‘thick’ is a descriptive. It is not a ‘flaw.’ Happily she changes the ad, carefully reviewing the rest of the contents and adjusting as if looking through his eyes. All the time the wench is self-debating if she should thank the gentleman Dom, as he carefully worded that he did not expect a response from her. “Would this be disrespectful if I simply thanked him? I don’t know. He was very kind and offered suggestions to better myself as well as adding to my chances at finding the correct Master Dom to serve.” After a day or two, the wench KNEW she must thank this unusual Dom. A message type of friendship was budding as the wench tried to pick through the real Doms from the players. Within a few weeks the two were comfortable exchanging messages and had decided to use a popular chat program to converse. She confided to him some of the responses she had received, while keeping the anonymity of all that wrote her. “So wanting and willing to truly serve, yet a bit on the naïve side in a few areas” the Dom thought to himself. He asked the wench to come to him with questions or burdens she did not understand, problem makers and especially those who she would consider meeting. The wench already knew the handsome, gentleman Dom would help her, somehow, in her quest for her Master as he directed her already when she would take a wrong turn. A trust had been born between each ‒ very honest, forthright, laughter and tears, along with joys and frustrations were discussed openly, without shame. The wench would often tell the coastal Dom of her soul desires ‒ he knew she felt this to her core…. she needed a Master to serve. She will be an excellent submissive wench if she had the proper training…and wished to himself that she was near to him as he would take her himself ‒ gladly. “Wench, tell me how you will know for sure when you meet your Master? How prepared are you to serve his every need? I know your willingness and eagerness are characters of your spirit, and that you enter this world with your eyes wide open. So tell me, how will you know and how will you demonstrate to your future Master of your worthiness?” In this area her nativity was apparent, “I would think Sir, that when I enter my Master-to-comes world, he will know me and feel me.” Dom for many years simply shook his head side-to-side and knew the wench would be eaten alive by the shark-like teeth of a smooth talking wanna-be Dom. He needed to school her and start rather quickly. The wench was unaware of her own naivety, yet was of the same mind on instruction. She was hesitant to ask the man who has taken so much of his time already to help her more. She wished to not be a burden to anybody…muchless the compassionate Dom she revered so much. The respect she held for him began to bud into a devotional to the one she honored. Unknown to her, the same was happening to the Dom, as he was very fond of the wench.
During a rather heated IM exchange the wench blurted out, “Sir…please, I need assistance. There is so much I do not understand, so much to learn and practice. I cannot even tell a pussy cat from a in this arena. Please Sir, will you teach me so I can be at my finest when I meet my Master? A Master I will grow with, grow FOR. Will you teach me from your hand, by remote? I will learn, I will follow you, trust in your word and bring you as much happiness as I can across the miles. Sir, I realize this is unorthodox, will you PLEASE train me as my Master until I am ready -- until I can find my new Master, or he finds me?” Truly this IS unorthodox, time consuming, a very difficult task by remote. The Dom must think this all the way through. He would have to train being her Master….for another Master. Nearly unheard of…. Even if this could be done --- there are areas he must leave untouched so her future Master would be able to train her in HIS way. She must remain open at all times to her future ‒ yet serve him, from 1,000 miles away. Could this be done? Would she follow his every direction? Would she perform for him both in pleasure and in punishment if necessary? He will have to think about this…. Continuing to teach the wench, the Dom slyly slipped in questions to see of her truthfulness, willingness, check her faithfulness, desire and ability to serve. He assigned her tasks in the interim which she completed fully with care and thought. She had begun anticipating his needs; how delightful. After a time of consideration --- Master accepted his wench under his control. She paid homage to her Master and the dance between Master and wench began. Highly unusual, highly concentrated ‒ the Master was more than surprised when his wench outdid herself on assignments as well as pleasing him in all ways that were possible. He was enjoying the company of his property; she was enjoying serving her Master. Wench found such pleasure in anticipating what Master would like --- be it arousal, be it humor, serious conversation or simple togetherness. The two continued to grow as one as Master schools his wench in both the uniqueness as well as the granteds of a Dom/sub relationship.
The wench has come to Master on several occasions and presented to him what she has thought may be possible matches for her upcoming and new Master. Some were dismissed immediately as Master knew these were very unsuitable…however he had wench come to her own conclusions by questioning her on various topics….until SHE could more easily read the intentions, sincerity and likelihood of a wonderful match. This pleased him when his toy began recognizing the strength, sternness and honorability of potential Doms for her. ~~~ However his pet still had a bit of trouble discerning sex appeal from her true wishes, the desires of her heart as a submissive who dedicates herself to service. He shall show her by allowing a date with one she finds charming and a potential match. He knows better though ‒ she needs to learn in real-time now.
She hears the tones of the IM -- Master wants to chat with her! She scurries to the computer and quickly answers her Master. In her head she hears Master’s voice speaking slowly and directly as he types, “Put on your black sweater, the one that hugs your curves. Make sure your breasts are adequately fluffed. I trust each breast will stand at half attention during your encounter?” Wench smiles into the monitor, slips on one of her favorites, the little black sweater. Not too tight, and certainly does please Master’s eyes as she flicks on her webcam. “Yes M’Lord, I thought you’d choose this one, so I had the sweater ready along with alternatives for your viewing. I have also slipped on a garter with stocking as I know you desire the silkiness ‒ even if under jeans.” Master has his turn smiling now as his pet anticipates his wishes, and shall jump to correct anything he finds not of perfection. She stands slowly for Master, turns so he can view her from all angles. He’s rather enjoying the sweater that has filled out above the waist. She unfastens her jeans so Master can enjoy the show she provides him with the black garter that is grasping stockings as well as silky black boy shorts panties.
“You’ve fixed your hair a different way” he notices. She bites her lip and peers into the webcam, “I hope this is to your approval. If not it will take just a moment to fix Master.” She fingers the locks for his pleasure, “No, this will be excellent for this evening, he doesn’t know how I usually like your hair kept. Possibly he will like your tresses this way. If there is another encounter you will wear your hair as I prefer.”
“Do not be late…off with you now” as he instructs. “I will want a full report when you return. Your training has left you with unique pride, much knowledge. Your skills have been honed to near perfection by me, by you. Do you believe this will be the night you meet the Master that I have prepared you for?” Feeling the butterflies in her stomach the wench answers her Master, “I certainly hope so M’Lord ‒ only time will tell now. No matter what happens Master, I will make you proud.” Wench touches herself the way Master desires as she smiles into the camera. This brings him simple pleasure. His pleasure is her pleasure. She slips on the black heels and is gone.
Lovely wench fingers the coffee cup, circling fingernails over the rim, pleasantly coy, softly smiling as the handsome Dom entertains with tales of his conquests during their real time date. Maintaining eye contact as she raises her head to meet his gaze, slightly shifts to uncross her legs and leans into him. He knows he must leave to meet his obligation, she wishes he didn’t have to go, however graciously understands. They leave together, Dom leading her arm in arm as they meet the cold autumn evening. Their meeting was ‒ nice - much laughter, many smiles, totally at ease with each other as words usually spoken intimately were exchanged freely. By surprise he steps forward, encircling her waist and places his lips to hers, warm tongues dancing in the chilled air. Dom’s hand grazing her curves up to her breast, wench turns slightly to her side and presses her hip gently into his body, sensing his arousal ‒ which has now been confirmed. Bodies ablaze, the two must control their desire as she bids him farewell with a nip to his neck and shoulder. Each turn, walk in opposite directions, their minds not on their parked cars.
The passion that burns, is it right? Wench ponders previous actions, statements and reactions. Yes, the physical chemistry was present as electrical sparks dimmed the lights, but did the minds meet for more than entertainment, more than play? After long and careful consideration, she knows, he knows, they are not right for each other. Hers is to serve with honor, pride, loyalty to one Master. Her submission should be to his pleasure only, thinking of only Master as she prepares and embarks each new day. The Dom is strong in his search also. Needing submission and service as only a portion, their goals are so very different. Sadly both know this, and will remain friendly, continuing on the path to find one to call their own.
As she pulls her vehicle away, on goes her radio and she laughs out loud. The artist, Queen, “Another One Bites The Dust” play as she leaves for home to tell Master the details of the evening.
This wench is fully aware of her soul calling, aware of her worth and value to the ONE she will dedicate herself to, when he finds her, or she finds him ‒ yet shows no conceit. She knows she will please him -- as her trainer, her Master, has taught her well. He has built her from the dust, carefully molded her into near perfection, leaving areas untouched so her future Dom will be able to train her to his wants, needs, whims and desires.
The owned one enters her home, places her bag aside the dressing table. She sees that Master is online ‒ yet in idle mode. His pet perches on her chair and types a greeting to Master as she switches her webcam on. Master does not answer her greeting. She will wait, he has instructed her to. She knows not to disturb him -- M’Lord will call when he is ready. Wench begins preparing for the next days duties when she hears Master’s message come through as well as seeing the flick of his camera going on. Leaving what she’s doing, quickly wench sits at her station as if at the feet of M’Lord. “Tell me my pet, will you be asking for a second encounter with the Dom who requested to see you?” The wench takes a slow breath, greets her Master with touches to herself and replies, “No M’Lord, there will likely not be a second date. Our goals are different Master.” Master feels her pain even though he already knew this was not a match. For training purposes master says, “Tell me what happened this evening girl ‒ give me the details so I can judge for myself.”
Master sits back and listens to the narrative, factual as well as impressions as she continues to please his eyes through the camera. M’Lord knows the lessons he’s taught his prized pet will pay off handsomely. Not this time --- however the Dom she is preparing for IS out there, waiting for property to call his own. One built to serve with joy, eagerness, obedience ‒ one in a class all her own. The new, nameless, faceless Master will be proud to own this wench… she has been prepared well at the keyboard and webcam of M’Lord.
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Wench Goes To Work -- Chapter I....intro's and tease
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Posted:May 29, 2007 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2007 8:49 am
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~~~~~~~~~Light Erotica........
copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~~~
~May not copy or reprint with out
written permission.~
Wench Goes To Work~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~Chapter I~~~~~~~~~
Your day is already bustling, a clerk and the administrative assistant are out of the office, presumably ill. “It’s going to be one of THOSE days I see” you think. “Where are the spreadsheets and the marketing analysis Barb was working on? I need those for this afternoon’s presentation to the Governing Board. DAMN why is that woman never around when I truly need her?” you hear yourself say out loud. You know you have a copy, almost complete in your files at home…there is no way you have time to commute back and forth AGAIN today, even if you wanted to. Frustration pours through your body, tensing you as your teeth gnash together. You’re in executive hell. Alright ‒ you know to just stop and think… you need to pull our thoughts together along with all reports, charts, analysis findings… God only knows what else. You sit at your desk trying without much success to hand write an outline for this governing board meeting. You’re also half-heartedly praying that there is no quorum --- thus no meeting.
You see the blink of an incoming email message…yet you don’t take your eyes off of your outline. That damn light keep blinking at you ‒ with irritation you click the icon. True to form, your wench has sent you a Subject Line only message. A smile crosses your lips as you read from the one-liner: G’Morning Master! Would you like a mid-morning blow job? You laugh to yourself. Leave it to your wench to make you smile. You know another message will follow shortly. As you predict the screen flashes another incoming message from your wench. Your Personal Slut is HUNGRY. Pls. feed your cum into my hungry tummy You chuckle out loud knowing your ‘personal slut’ is serious and would be to your work in an instant if ordered. “Oh my , if only I could” you murmur. You sit back in your chair a moment to allow yourself to think of your property and the messages sent. You know another message will come at 1pm as your personal slut always begs for her lunch-time feeding.
Richard Tracey, the Chairman of the Board interrupts thoughts of your wench and her services to you. “Good Morning. I’m just checking to MAKE SURE you have all the presentation materials for this afternoon’s board meeting. You know this will be the most controversial meeting of the year.” It’s your JOB to have these figures at your fingertips --- yet Barb has let you down by not even giving you the final draft. You let yourself down by not demanding full attention to detail from the middle aged assistant. “Yes Richard, I’ll be ready this afternoon. You do know Barb is not here today, right?” Yes he’s aware of this and also aware that you run a tight ship so he’s ‘confident’ you’ll be fully prepared. Richard Tracey leaves abruptly - his head far in corporate clouds. “DICK” you say to yourself…and laugh. ~~ “THAT’S IT ‒ DICK!!!” Your wench is always savoring your ‘dick’ and thirsting for you. You’ve formulated a plan and you now KNOW all your lose ends will come together.
In the small home I am just finishing my 2nd load of laundry and cleaning out the cabinets. The dogs have had their baths and the bathroom properly cleaned after their grooming. I hear the phone ringing. With high energy I bound over to the ringing object, hurdling two wet pooches. You are on the other end of the line. “Master! How wonderful to hear from you during the daytime hours. I wanted…..” My voice trails off and my face gets serious. You’ve told me about Barb and the clerk being out ill, how the nearly finished reports are on your office desk with just a few more bits of number crunching to be recorded. You want me to clean myself up to be presentable in an office environment, complete the reports and email you when I’m leaving to bring these finished projects to your job.
I’m very serious as I plug in the final numbers, double checking for accuracy on my part as well as Barbs. I merge the documents and begin the printing. “I will shower quickly as I print an original, crisp copy for each board member, as well as for my Master. Hmmm, M’Lord will also need his notes so he can draw the proper conclusions if asked questions by the members. Master shall have a ‘Master’ copy.”
I finish my shower with the sweetly scented gels and shampoo…. I apply light makeup and quickly blow my hair dry. All the time I know my Master is counting on me. Quickly I scan the closet and find an appropriate blouse and skirt. For fun I slip on a bustier, garter and stockings…leaving my tender woman areas exposed. The cool air is a constant reminder there are no coverings in case a sharp wind blows. This will add a little excitement to the task at hand. ~~~ I collate the reports, gather them together and fly out the door to meet my Master after sending a brief email as instructed.
I arrive at the reception desk at your work at 12:25pm. The woman at the desk has a tight bun in her hair….too tight in my estimation. “I bet she’s wild in the bedroom once she lets her hair down, I think to myself. She is eyeing me up and down as I wait for you in the lobby. I can see her in the glass from the picture, the reflection is PERFECT. All of a sudden she notices that I can see her, the poor woman is flustered. Purposely I drop my keys….and bend over straight legged, feet apart only about 4 feet from her tightly wrapped head. Just for fun, as I’m totally bent over, exposing the tops of my stockings I turn my head, YES she’s watching. Smiling at her, I begin to lift the back of my skirt up for her to get a peek at my treasure. Just as I’m almost there, the side door opens, it’s Richard Tracey with another board member. They are conversing but stop for a moment to enjoy the view of your wench in her high heels and stockings. Thankfully I had not yet raised my skirt for the receptionist. Retrieving my keys, I straighten and smile at the men. “Good Afternoon Gentlemen” rolls smoothly off my tongue. The receptionist stifles a giggle as the two men stammer a greeting back to me and hurriedly leave the area. “Good for you girl, that’s the first time ole DICK has been speechless in years!” Ahhh, the receptionist does have a voice after all! A knowing glace passes between myself and the office receptionist as you immerge from the same side door Mr. Tracey had come through just a moment before. Your smile speaks volumes as you look me up and down as well as notice I’ve made presentation materials for the big meeting. “I’m glad you’re here my wench” you say. “Where else would I be Master? It is almost my lunch feeding time!” I laugh back at you. In the background the receptionist is speaking out loud, “Wench??? Master??? Was that what they said?” As you and I go back through the door I glance over my shoulder to the office worker, “Yes, this is my Master. Aren’t I a lucky personal slut?” Your arm tightens around my elbow, “troublemaker” you scold me playfully. I just giggle softly as you direct me back to your work area.
You sit down behind your desk with me standing in front of you. Eyeing the reports you tell me, “Show me what you have girl.” Oh, I cannot resist this ALMOST invitation ‒ especially since it IS our traditional lunch feeding time. I put my heel clad foot on your desk and expose my wet thighs. Laughing you pull my skirt back down, covering my soaked honey pot…. “not now wench, I NEED the reports. I trust you have completed putting in the numbers as I instructed?” You know I have as you thumb through the master copy I’ve made for you, including notes for your portion of the presentation. I sit quietly as you proof each page. “Well done my slut. Shut the door for a moment I want to talk to you.” Ut-oh, what did I do wrong now I begin to wonder. “Come to me woman” you say with a straight face and stern voice. You are holding out your hand for me to gently grasp as I walk to your side. As I get close, you pull my hand quickly toward you causing me to stumble slightly, just as you planned. You catch me and toss me over your lap while flipping up my skirt, exposing my bare bottom. Playfully you spank my round butt telling me what a naughty wench I am for teasing the poor, homely receptionist. “Homely Master? I think she just needs to let her hair down and put a little war paint on and then…… YOUCH!” ~~~ you’ve spanked my bottom harder this time. “Quit arguing with me and take some pleasure spanks. Don’t open your mouth until it’s time to suck me off tonight.” You lay another hand across my butt, leaving a very pink and stinging ass. “Shit, I can’t resist this” you tell yourself as you open my legs that are sprawled across your lap. Just as you suspected, my cunt is soaked. Your fingers are playing in my puddles making the most delicious wet sounds. JUST as you’ve inserted two fingers in my steamy pussy and placed another on my swollen clit, your office door opens. It’s Beatrice, the receptionist. The room is dead quiet except for my wet cunt sloshing as you remove your fingers. “Bea, come in and shut the door hon, my ass is getting cold” I smile and laugh to her. Without missing a beat, Bea is in the office, making sure the door is locked. Her face is as flushed as my red bottom. “Wha, Wha, What are you doing?” she asks stunned. “My Master is giving me PLEASURE spanks Bea, for doing such a good job for him. She looks to you, you simply smile and shrug. “Well she DID do a good job in a pinch” Just then you reach down and pinch my ass…..for which I giggle and wiggle for you while climbing off your lap. “Pleasure spanks? Master? What are you two doing?” I walk towards Bea, eyeing her pretty brown hair that is so tightly wrapped in an unflattering bun. Absently I tell Ms. Beatrice that you have given me a lot of pleasure by spanking my bottom……and asking Bea if this her natural hair color. I am walking around Bea who is just a little nervous as I begin taking the bobby pins out of her hair. With hot breath I am semi-whispering to her that you are my Master. You own me, I’m your prized property. My lips are so close to Bea’s ear as you sit back and watch your wench in action. “Master takes good care of me Bea, I wish all Master’s were as good to their sluts as M’Lord is to me” I explain. “SLUT! You allow him to call you a slut?” She eyes you with a bit of anger through narrowed eyes. “Oh Bea, this is a term of endearment between Master and ... as I said, Master takes such good care of me, and I help him too by pleasing his body and mind, in whatever way he’d like. Slut, … M’Lord can term me anything he’d like. I know he is paying me a compliment --- the same way as he reddened my bottom with spanks for doing a good job. I realize this all may sound backwards…but really Bea, you should give it a try sometime. I couldn’t be happier in my life”….I’m am pulling the final pins out of Bea’s hair and letting it cascade down her shoulders. She’s a big rigid as I stand in front of her fingering her locks, fluffing her wavy brown hair. “Well I don’t see how striking a woman could bring anything but trouble” Beatrice huffs. My right side is towards you as you see me quickly grab Bea’s hand and place it under my skirt. “Does this feel like TROUBLE Bea?” Her hand stays between my legs and feels the folds of my womanhood, including the moisture running down my legs. I look over my shoulder to you for approval. You are leaning back in your chair, resting your elbow on the arm. You give me a nod of approval. Bea’s fingers play for a moment longer before she gets embarrassed. “Bea! Haha Your face is about as red as my ass!” She laughs also but is looking at her drenched fingers. “Ummm, do you have a tissue so I can wipe myself off?” I stroke Bea’s hair telling her how much better she appears with her hair down….while taking one of her fingers in my mouth, licking my juices off. It’s easy to see Bea is enjoying this, but slightly uncomfortable. When I’m finished I bring one of her own fingers to her lips. Her tongue darts out and automatically follows suit as we share the rest of her wet hand. In the background we both hear you obviously clearing your throat, “A-hem ladies?” Oh my…. I got lost in the moment I tell Beatrice…it’s my lunch feeding time, would you care to join me if Master doesn’t mind?” Bea’s eyebrows raise ‒ yours do in tandem. “What’s a lunch feeding…errr, wench? Is it ok to call you wench?” I nod to her and smile --- such a comfort to her. I hold Bea’s hand and walk over to you just as you turn your chair to face us. Taking my lead she kneels down aside me ‒ directly in front of you. “My Master will give me another gift now Bea. One of the most precious treasures he has.” In almost a whisper Bea questions, “what is the treasure?” I smile to her, “My lunch feeding of course. I’m so horny and my Master provides for me. As you saw his pleasure spanking only increased my appetite.” Bea is stunned. “Spanking you got you …horny?” she chokes out in another whisper. I look to your eyes in disbelief, shrugging my shoulders I ask simply, “May I Master?” You nod a yes and stifle a laugh. Still on our knees I look at Beatrice and put her on all fours. I flip up her skirt before she can protest. I lean over Bea’s back and tell her to relax for a moment…I won’t hurt her. To everybody’s amazement, Bea does as she’s told. You have NEVER seen the semi-sour office receptionist in this way, nor your for that matter. You KNOW I’m doing this for your pleasure…to arouse you….for your eyes. I kneel behind Beatrice and pull her pantyhose down to her bent knees while I unbutton my own wrap around skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I only have on a semi-reveling blouse, my garter, stockings and heels. Bea has the most lovely naked butt. You NEVER would have thought this. Her bottom is thin but has nice round cheeks…perfect for a spanking. I am running my hands over her bent bottom when I reach back and give her the first smack to her waiting ass. She jumps a little…and giggles and I rub the area that has just been spanked. CRACK! This spank is harder…right in the center of her bare bottom, making her flesh jiggle. She did not tense up this time and I smile rubbing her ass and running my hand up her thighs. To everybody’s surprise she moans a little and opens her legs more. Instinctively Bea’s head nears the floor, her ass in the air. “Mmmm you like this Bea? I knew you would! Bea….take off your blouse, my Master is a breast man, M’Lord will enjoy looking at your tits. It’s ok…I’ll take my blouse off too.” Before anybody can move, my blouse and bra are off and flung in front of Beatrice. She’s stunned…and doesn’t quite know what to do. On my knees I crawl in front of her and help her unbutton her crisp blouse. Bea’s fingers are shaking…her face is red and she cannot even look you in the eye. Her blouse is off and I ask, “Master, will you please help us? I cannot unfasten lovely Bea’s bra” You’re not sure how Bea will react, until she turns her back to you indicating she’d like help. Ok! Unsnap her you do. WOW, you never noticed the fullness of Bea’s tits as they bounce out of the bra that held them tight to her chest. “Beautiful Beatrice!” I exclaim as I cup a breast in my hand. To both of our surprise, Bea reaches out and holds my breast. Lowers her face and suckles my nipple. I look to you and smile…KNOWING you’re enjoying our show. I am reaching behind Bea and gently slapping her ass, very small pleasure spanks which makes Beatrice suck harder and hungrier.
Bea remembers where she’s at in a snap of reality. She realizes both of us have no tops on, breasts fully exposed, nipples full and hard. My skirt is off and my pink pussy and round ass are in full view, her skirt is tucked into her waistband and her bush is dripping down her thighs for YOU to see. I observe her moment of fright and stroke Bea’s breast…..It’s ok Beatrice….Master is very gentle. Come with me… Master would like to play with our tits. Bea follows me on all fours, crawling over to you. “Executive hell has certainly turned to executive heaven today girls” you laugh.
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Wench's Wake Up Call
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Posted:May 29, 2007 9:25 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 8:00 pm
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~~~~~~~~~Light Erotica~~~~~~~~~~~~
copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~
~May not copy or reprint with out written permission.~
Wench’s Wake Up Call
I am bringing you hugs, kisses, nips to your neck as I feel your hands sliding down my sides. You hook your thumbs in my panties, accept the affections I give you as you slide my silky coverings off. My soft pillow breasts press to your chest as I feel your hard-on rising. I open my smooth legs to catch your stiff pole between, slowly closing around your cock. My warm, wet, wench juice covers your dick as we talk softly, slowly our bodies dance as I pull your cock between my thighs. I can feel your erection growing stronger, your cock lifts itself as we move as one; your cock slipping along the length of my woman slit. ~~~ We hold each other closely, heat pouring from two bodies, meshed as one, yet not completely joined.
Our slow mating dance continues as you slowly, gently move me backwards so my back in against the wall, still holding your pole between two very wet legs, two very soaked pussy lips. Your hand are on my bottom, pinching my flesh, squeezing my ass, pushing and pulling my body as I jack you off.
One of your hands slips up the curve of my hip and over my waist. You feel the supple skin yielding to your touch. Higher your hand goes, as you bring your mouth down my neck and to my shoulder. We both know you will work your magic as your hand and mouth reach my breast exactly at the same time.
I still push and pull your rock hard cock, I am moaning as we move together. Your hand cups and lifts my breast into your mouth. You're sucking my nipple that has stiffened to a sharp point. I can feel your mouth sucking my breast, your tongue flicking my nipple that is gently wedged between your teeth.
Your hand now leaves my breast as it's securely in your mouth and glides down my back, causing shivers of pleasure. For a few moments you enjoy feeling my ass moving as I pull your cock off. My wetness is causing the most delicious wet sounds as I move your rod over my cunt hole.
You move your hand from my ass to my hip and slightly down my leg as your mouth is still sucking my magnificent hard nipple. My bud has grown in your mouth, so easy to hold between your teeth as you circle and flick my nipple..... knowing you own this breast, this nipple and all of my being.
You're stroking the side of my leg with an open hand -- but can reach no further less you lose either the breast you are orally enjoying - or your drenched cock which I am pulling off.
You tap my leg, stroke, then tap a bit more impatiently. Instinctively I raise my leg, higher and higher along your side. Your hand finds the underside of my knee, grasps and raises my leg up past your hip. You hold my leg up, continue sucking my breast, more hungrily now. I have stopped stroking your cock with my thighs as I know you are about to take me.
With my leg over your side, held securely, I tilt my hips, being very careful not to disturb the breasts you own. My own hand holds my tit offering to your lips. So talented you are... you suck my breast into your mouth so your tongue can taste the sweet flesh. Your ass slowly positions yourself...allowing your cock to now point as if a missile, my treasure hole is your target.
You tease me by removing your mouth from my soft breast. I know to offer you my other breast to enjoy. You smile to yourself knowing you have trained me to your standards, realizing I know exactly what you want...I am eager to provide myself for your pleasure.
Your tongue toys with my other nipple now, circling, bending and flicking me. Your cock still fully loaded and aimed. "Master, please." A smile crosses your lips, "Please what wench?" You see the goosebumps on my skin as you continue to flick and lick my soft breast, contrasted by my stiff nipple. In a whisper you hear me say, "Please Sir, please M'Lord, please put your cock inside my hole. I need your cock to fill me." A grin crosses your face, "Is that all you want wench?" you ask as you press just the extreme tip of your dick to widen my twat's opening. I know better than to try to take your cock, you will punish me... I don't want punishment, I want to please you. I want to feel your thrust, your passion, your orgasm and your cum. In a shaky, low toned voice I say, "Sire....please, I beg you, I need you Master. Please fill my pussy with your cock."
You bite my nipple gently, causing a rush of pleasure...this sends a flood over your dick's head.... you know how much I want you --- you will make me wait, hold still as I continue to hold my position and cup my breast to your lips.
I almost cannot stand this any longer.... while holding my breast....my fingers inch upwards to just outside my areola. Between my thumb and forefinger I close the skin between, offering you my tight nipple, pinched between my long fingers. This pleases you as you place only your lips around the taut red tip. Pursed lips begin to suck, purposely you suck loudly as you know this teases me.
"PLEASE MASTER.... .... M'Lord.....please fuck me, please!!!!" My head is tilted back in pleasure and painful anticipation. "Oh! My wench needs a good fucking, huh? Why didn't you just ask girl?" Instantly you raise the leg you are holding higher, aim your glistening precum tip and slide your dick, slowly, smoothly, steadily and directly up inside my swollen cunt. You hear a gasp, a moan...then nothing. Surprised you look up to my face from my breast. My back is arched, my head is thrown back in ecstasy. You have bottomed out inside my tight, wet hole and are simply holding yourself inside... firmly pressing in the end of my dark velvet tunnel.
"Wench! You wouldn't be getting ready to cum now would you? You have better FUCK manners than to cum before I told you to cum, right?" I snap back into reality, "Yes Master, I am not cumming, I'm not. Yes Master I WANT to cum right now, I know what you've taught me M'Lord. Please Master... I will not cum...please fuck me and let me fuck you back, PLEASE SIRE....PLEASE."
Of course you know I am close to orgasm...yet am holding myself in accordance to your wishes. "Wrap your leg around my back Wench so I can hold you easier.... when you have done so, you may fuck WITH me."
My leg goes instantly atop your hips to your lower waist, creating such a glorious pussy tilt as my shoulders only are on the wall. You watch my eyes and face as you pull your ass backwards, dragging your dick along. You know I am just about dying --- but have followed your command.
Our eyes are locked -- I do not speak, I simply mouth to you, "please Master, please" --- in you slide hard this time. You can hear my "hhmmphh" as you hit bottom. This pleases you, knowing my sounds are spontaneous. You are such a good Master, you have decided to press your upper body to mine while still helping me hold me leg up.... we begin our mating dance. Each of us pushing and pulling... fast thrusts combined with slow and rhythmic pushes. You insert your cock deep and hold yourself inside my body. "You know what to do my slut." Smiling I begin a circular grind on your cock, then up and down grinds. Your cock is buried, your flesh manipulated by your own personal, very personal . Rubbing and grinding your cock when so deeply inserted has caused my clit to protrude, throbbing as I press myself into your skin. "Are you taking some additional pleasure slut? I feel your clit pebble on my skin." You can FEEL my clit jump with arousal. "Yes Master, I am rubbing my hard stone on your body, would you like me to stop?" You laugh, pinch my ass hard and tell me to rub away....but do NOT cum.
Such talk, such caring for my body... you drive me to the edge and dangle me there. I continue the grind you like so much until you surprise me.... pulling back you start your pussy fucking. Now is your time to feel the wet walls you own give and yield to your cock. You own those walls, you own the wetness that is created. You own the tits pressed and smoothed against you, nipples sharp as tacks. You own the hair you find your hand wrapped in. Pulling my head backwards so you can bury your mouth in the tender neck flesh as you kiss, suck and bite my entire neck and shoulder.
Your thrusts become faster and harder. I am meeting your fuck with my cunt, head back from your hair pulling. "Fuck me MY Master, fuck me! Please... I need your cum inside me... fill me Master, toss your cum inside my tight cunt."
Your banging your possession but hear my pleas to you. "Hmmm, she says she NEEDS my cum INSIDE her... I will give her just that.....with a twist" you think to yourself. In one smooth, long motion you pull your cock out of my pussy, drop my leg to the floor, push my head upright and order, "on your needs now slut. You're going to finish me by sucking my cock, with YOUR juices dripping off of me."
Before you can finish your sentence, I'm on my knees, your balls in one hand, cock the other. My own hand is soaked just from holding the base of your dick. "Suck bitch, what are you waiting for? Christmas?" My mouth envelops your throbbing rod. Hungrily I suck your cock... my tongue stroking the underside of your dick to bring your extra pleasure.
Your hands find my hair...at first you do not hold my hair, you simply stroke and look down. You can see your prized possession sucking you fast and hard. I know you're looking, my eyes lift to meet yours. I know you're so very close.... I want your cum. I want to feel your desire spilling into my mouth. My hands firmly grabs your pole, I begin giving you a hand job in unison with sucking your cocks head. I flick my tongue over and under your cap, faster that a whip can be tossed. Such pressure. Such a hot mouth. You are enjoying the sight when you feel your balls starting to boil over. Your hands now grasp my hair....telling me you are going to give me my dream....your cum. Holding my head still now... you start fucking my face....long, fast thrusts. "Wench? Can you take me in your throat?" One hand on your ass, one on your thigh, I squeeze...you know this means YES. You move your cock deeper as I suck harder...tongue lashing your length. I hear your moan, "Here I cum....take your breath slut... receive your Master!" I take in a breath and feel you firmly, smoothly but gently push your cock down into my throat. Your cock is throbbing... your head is swelling. I feel your hand leave my hair and is placed softly on my throat. You want to feel the bulge and explosion of your cum as you blow your load directly down my throat into my hungry tummy. IN you shoot, I squeeze your ass, you know I feel you emptying yourself. OMG you think you’re in a tight heaven. ~~~~~ You know I need oxygen, you release and pull your cock back. I continue sucking.... hoping to taste your seed on my tongue....YES... my Master will shoot another wad for my mouth! What a fine Master I have. Vaguely I hear your command...."Do not swallow wench... I want to see what's in your mouth." You drop a little more in my mouth that desires your body so much. A bit trickles out the corner, my mouth is so full. You withdraw.... spent. "Do you have my cum on your tongue my slut?" I smile up to you and nod my head. "Show me girl." With such joy I raise my head to you, I open wide, hold out my white coated tongue. I spread a little that is on the tip of my tongue onto my lips....this pleases you. "You're such a cum-slut.... I gotta love that. Swallow me now, enjoy your reward." My eyes to yours, I swallow, my eyes closing, savoring your taste. Rolling what is left in my mouth for one final taste of MY Master, I swallow again.
My Master is pleased. I am so joyful that I did a good job for M'Lord....and my Master gave me his cum to enjoy - mmmmm my reward!
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Masturbation - who is more wacked - the idiot or my pussy & ass. lol hehe
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Posted:May 28, 2007 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2007 7:58 pm
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~~~~~~Light Erotica........copywrite: WenchWorks ©2007~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~May not copy or reprint with out written permission.~~~~~~~~~~~~
Originally Titled: (For)Minnesota Master
After a bit of cyber play...both being horny I was directed to masturbate and then
write this piece. I promise honesty...I practice honesty -- this is not very common now-a-days, unfortunately.
I was told to write more --- another story - to please this potential Master -- that I could write as I felt for a story line - which is GREAT. Then it was changed into something he wanted me to do -- and to write about his. WANTING TO PLEASE - like a good sub does - especially for a potential Master -- I took my 'job' seriously. ~~~ Since this potential Master said he adheres to honesty also --- I wrote him a background of the real Wench, me (yes capital letter) and my life/happenings over the last 6 months or so...just so he could get a better idea of who I am --- actually to make him PROUD of me. I was honest and told him of others that have asked for my submission ....that I did NOT give it...nor did I give my body to any of them -- they were NOT the correct fit for me....I didn't feel the special bond. ~~~~ One moment I am a **good girl** for being very honest --- the next minute... I am dumped for giving honesty. ~~~~ With all the fakes and players out there --- a true to her core sub is always honest -- even if it buys her punishment. However being dismissed directly after being accepted is........ frustrating, heart-breaking, makes me feel USED for a story. Big whip... a story. Some may argue: His Loss...and it is. It doesn't matter though... the building blocks of trust and the honesty (choke) obviously were never there..... thus a lie. ~~~ I am not lashing out...out of anger --- I am merely giving MY version of the truth.... as well as my disappointment...in him and Doms in general. I'm SURE there are some good dominant men out there......where though?
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MASTURBATION - LAST NIGHT
Sitting back in my chair, I quietly smile. Thinking to myself, to please another person in writing is harder than it may seem. I want to say so much….give the quiet then explosive detail that has been asked. Having a bit of trouble deciding what route I should go ‒ I must laugh at myself….. “for Pete’s sake….it’s masturbation not rocket science! This IS National Masturbation Month!!” I’ve lived up to the Masturbator’s Pledge (lol) and had a bit of celebratory fun each day. I’ll not be glad when this month passes… awwww, the Wench cannot BLAME her masturbation techniques on an entire month dedicated to such decadence. LOL I guess I’ll have to find another ritual scapegoat. BETTER yet… how about because I was TOLD to have some fun with my body and relate back the details. Yes, that’s it…. I do as I am told. Simple!
I notice my pantiless shorts are sticking to my body as I rise from my chair… ohh, somebody is more aroused than she had thought. LOL I take a step and burst out with a giggle. I can hear the wetness with each step. Is that ME or are my shorts talking to me? Hmm, it sounds like something a man would say --- well, it DOES. LOL
Letting the dogs out to do their business I head back to my bedroom and the cloth clad toy box I possess. “Hmmm, my toy box needs cleaning out…or made larger. At the rate I’m going….I will need a trunk before long.” I begin laying toys out, taking my time to examin which ones will have the pleasure --- or pleasuring me. Lucky little bastards, which ever are chosen. Choosing three beauties and an alternate, I decide it’s Olympic masturbation time…or IS it. NO…. I will tease myself and deny first….just the sight of my precious buzzers and bangers are enough to make me re-wet myself. Absently I reach between my thighs, not even touching my pussy….all is wet..not just damp. Good, good ‒ GOOD. However first…. I will make a ritual. Minnesota Master and I discussed another person tonight. He did not give me the answers I sought, as a good Master would not. He had me come to my own conclusions ‒ then bring my decision to him. MN Master approved, I will deny the other. Wench will keep herself clean, pure and wanting for her Master’s touch only. I know A.R. will be upset --- he has been drooling for this Wench for months. So be it ‒ he can enjoy knowing that privileges come with ownership of a Wench ‒ he will not receive what should be a Master’s taking. I will clean my body now for my Master ‒ even though he is not here presently. The body must always be clean and prepared for Master at ALL TIMES. He takes his will when he wants…. To have anything other then well maintained, sweet smelling and soft would be a disgrace to my Master. I look over my shoulder at the toys that have been laid out, smiling knowing they will soon be in full use.
After showering with my sweetly scented suds, the Sensual line from a well known manufacturer, I slather on the same luxurious scent with body lotion. After all, what I feel, Master will feel. He will never feel rough skin…always angel soft. Slipping my long white robe on over my naked body, I notice the breeze running through the house….. oh the feeling of a fresh breeze on clean, soft skin ‒ marvelous.
Letting the dogs in…they nestle into their beds as I slowly make my way to my bedroom, flicking off lights as I glide through the home….thin white robe clinging to my body, yet flapping in the cross breeze.
The light is on low as I enter the room. My body is clean for my fun, yet is again very hot, wet and my thighs are definitely not damp from the shower. I decide do be simply me, unfastening the robe and letting it slip off my shoulders, watching it fall to the floor the way it should. I crawl on to the bed from the foot noticing my breasts swinging with each crawl. When I get to near center…kneel and enjoy the happy breasts ‒ bullet hard nipples wanting to be touched, squeezed, pinched --- then twisted and pulled. I will not allow myself the latter until Master has his fun with my nipples. Yes, I am holding out on myself. LOL ‒ I enjoy the game too much to spoil the fun.
Picking up the wand I have selected, noticing the smooth tapered end in contrast to the knobby other end… I KNOW which portion will be placed in my tightly puckered ass. Since I cannot feel Master’s cock, I will enjoy the knobs of pleasure from the wand, still cursing the sales person who swore this was a glass wand….not glass like and acrylic. “Hush your mind Wench, you’re playing for your Master.” I immediately cease knowing such mind chatter would not please. Reaching for the lube I decide NOT…my body produces enough of its own natural wetness… the Asteroglide will have to stay in the box. I will not insert my wand into my pussy….oh no…this would create pleasure…I must wait just a little longer. Running my hands between my legs, still kneeling on the center of the bed I easily coat the wand with Wench-juice without even going near my pussy.
With wand in one hand and toys in front of me, I bend to place my head on the soft pillow I have provided myself. Ass in the air, as it should be…. I reach between my legs and touch the tender bud of my ass…..rimming, lubing and knowing what is to come. Positioning the knobbed end I very slowly take my time inserting my wand --- knob by knob, by now passing my tight muscle…a whimper of pain each time, then awash of pleasure afterwards. I tilt my head and look to the mirror of the headboard…..YES…. what a fine sight… Wench bent in two…. A nice wand sticking out my ass. I admire the wand and how far I have inserted this as I straighten my body back to my knees, placing one foot on the quilt, as if kneeling for a King. Yes, a King dildo is my next treat --- a stiff core, yet almost skin like covering will please my pussy tonight….no lube again, I definitely do not need this by the sounds of my sloshing pussy from a simple touch of two fingers. I wish Master could hear his Wench….I believe this would make him very proud.
Lifting myself, I position the dildo’s head at my hole….but do not put him in. I know what I want ‒ I know how I want it. I reach for my electric clit teaser and pleaser, hoping I do not throw a circuit AGAIN as I turn this baby on. LOL It’s happened before… a real mood killer. Not this time though…I can hear the hum of the nub set to the slower mode. I am ready.
Looking in the mirror I quietly enjoy the sight. Seeing the wand in my bottom, the dildo positioned at my body’s entrance --- a lovely sight indeed. I will make this even more beautiful….pulling my pussy lips apart with one hand… I can see my hoodless clit, with her hard pebble begging to be buzzed. My legs open a little wider…assuring the position of my fat dildo…as I bring the electric buzzer to my hard flower. I know what is to cum.
In one singular, fluid motion, my clit it attacked with my electric friend, vibrating and shaking the pedals off my flower, my body falls as my legs open wider, slamming down on the perfectly positioned dildo, which in turn shoves the wand another two knobs up my ass. Body ablaze within a nano second ‒ I reach my first orgasm….shuddering and shaking like I knew I would, doubled over with pleasure spasms, dildo bottoming out and being gripped in a belly dance of orgasm from my dripping cunt. I can’t even breathe ‒ I don’t want to breathe….body quivering, pussy and ass clenching in orgasm… even my tiny clit it twitching in appreciation. The symphony of orgasm after orgasm, rolling on and on is magnificent….I don’t want it to end.
Knowing the spasms of pleasure are beginning to subside….I will not tolerate this…. I am masturbating for Master. He will receive at the very minimum a rolling orgasm that lasts for an obscene amount of time. My head is still on my pillow, as in the air ‒ I reach between my legs and begin the pump and wiggle to my fat internal friend. My other hand is alternating pressing pulling my clit with the vibration now set to high….. I have crouched closer to the bed…letting my wand’s tapered tip hit the sheets…and am humping hard….moving the wand back and forth up my ass…feeling every movement…feeling the pressure from the dildo just on the other side of a small, thin membrane. My ass, my ass….I can feel the pull, the grip…..an anal orgasm is about to hit….oh yes!!!! Working it harder, gasping for air I am moving this knobbed lovely hard, wishing my One were behind me, slamming himself, knowing he will fill my ass if I am a good Wench.
Seeing my mirror again…watching my ass rubbing itself on the wand…. Feeling every bump and knob…I begin working the fucking fat dildo in and out of my cunt….. all the way out….pounding him back inside until he can go no further. Each UMPH brings the orgasm closer and closer. Knowing my own body….I know I want it NOWWWWW. I begin pressing harder and harder, further and further inside my body, tapping my clit roughly with the electric nub and humping that wand until my ass clenches so hard the wand is moving by itself. YES…orgasm….anal, vaginal, clitoral….at once. I barely know where I’m at as I let my hand go from the dildo. The spasms of pleasure as so strong my wand and dildo are actually striking each other on the outside…. Clapping their approval with each wave of pleasure. Master would be proud of this performance. Clit dancing….. feeling like I will piss the bed, knowing I will not…also knowing I have found my sweet spot and am rubbing fast, hard…in a furor…..pussy swollen, breasts swinging, body jerking and grinding……. I let out the most pleasurable moans and small screams imaginable…. This orgasm will be the best I have had in years….. on it rolls…. Pussy massaging automatically the stud cock…wishing it was Master’s dick being drown in Wench juice……ass jerking and moving that wand in appreciation…..I decide to give one more giant pleasure to myself….for my Master. Breathlessly I reach behind as this particular orgasm is starting to subside…and pull the knobbed beauty out of my ass. Oh My GAWD…each bump makes me scream…pleasure mixed with a tiny bit of pain. Don’t let this end….. never to stop……..alas I reach the last knob… and enjoy the assfull I have just taken ‒ for him.
Flicking the electric off….. releasing the stunt cock from my vaginal grip I collapse in a heap, panting and still grinding my hips…. Where is Master? This greedy Wench has exhausted herself --- and wants more. Master, where are you? Please Sir…cum, use your Wench’s body to find your pleasure.
Flick!!!! Open go my eyes. It’s morning…. Dildo still in hand, I have not moved position from last night. Whew, I’m glad I turned off my electric friend…or I would have a dead motor. OH NO…..I’m to have my report written by 10am…… it’s 9:15…. What am I going to do. Master wants an accounting of my fun….. I cannot. I will not let Master down. What to do, what to do? Hurry Wench…gather your sleepy thought…..get to your keyboard…… write girl….write as fast as you can…. Detail as best as you can…. Meet your deadline girl……. Do NOT disappoint Master. No time for coffee, no time for bathroom…… my fingers fly on the keyboard…… trying to recall the luxury that was afforded me last evening……quickly I must post……oh, oh, oh… I want more detail…. Damn, I should not exhaust myself to the point of sleeping in THAT late…..quickly I will post…….two minutes to deadline….. oh Xpeeps…hurry and load damn-it. Ahhhh, there you are…… finding blog….I will copy and paste…..as I have been told to do. One minute to spare --- I don’t like cutting all so closely. I know next time I will not allow sleep until my order is carried out. Hmmmm, what will be my next assignment? Ohhhh, never mind Wench…… post before your deadline.
Whew…done.
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