I’ve been under the weather for the last few weeks, and not had the time nor been well enough to do much more than just work, eat and sleep. I expect I’ll be back for next week’s #WankWednesday, and look forward to seeing you then.
For #WankWednesday this week, patience:
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It’s another day at work, Justine answering emails, and watching the time on the clock melt away. It’s 11:23 and her life is going to change today. Her phone buzzes with the new email. It’s from Her– Myra. Her Mistress.
She opens the message, reads:
justine–
This message contains your flight confirmation number and a list of things you should bring.
She quickly scans the attachments– one’s a packing list, ordinary enough, the other is a flight confirmation in her name, final destination: IAD. Washington. She goes back to the message.
You’ll have to leave work early so you can get home and pack your things. What, if anything, you tell your employer is up to you.
What? Leave work early? She clicks back to the flight confirmation- it’s for today. Departing at 4:45! How am I going to explain this to my boss? she wonders fretfully.
You are to wear only a plain black dress, suspenders and stockings. No bra. No panties. Bring a magazine to read on the flight. We’ve arranged for a shuttle van to take you to the airport, and a car will pick you up when you’ve arrived.
Oh, that’s going to be real fun on an airplane for four hours.
Thinking she could never do such a thing, she could never walk out on her job, she remembers that last Saturday night, the last night Myra was in town. They’d been seeing each other for several months while Myra was here on business, spending the weekends together in Her hotel room. The last night She was here, Justine remembers, when She said She wanted Justine to come live with Her as a full-time slave, they’d made love afterwards. Her heart skips a beat thinking about it, about Myra whispering Her love across her skin, the way Justine’s body reacted to Her touch, Her fingers exploring every delicious… And then…
Justine stands up, drops her work Blackberry on her desk, gathers her things, and walks out.
She drives home under a haze, half expecting to be pulled over by the police for… for what, exactly? For acting silly and walking out on her job? Emboldened a bit by the assurance that no one is going to arrest for her quitting without notice, she gets home and throws her clothes into a suitcase, changes into the dress as directed and looks in the mirror before walking out the door. The dress is a bit clingy, but her other one is in the dirty laundry. She’d worn it on Saturday, and well, now it is in no fit state to be worn until it’s been laundered. Or boiled, she giggles to herself, thinking of all the cum that had covered her and her dress. With that, she grabs the latest Vogue that had just come in yesterday’s mail, peels off the plastic, and steps outside into sunshine, the waiting van, and clarity.
* * *
Sitting on the airplane isn’t much more fun than she’d expected. But once these four hours are up, I’ll be Hers. Myra’s. Justine mouths her name silently, realizing she’s wet from thinking of Her; thinking of that last Saturday night, when her thighs were slick with her own cum.
She dawdles on that last thought, looks at the time, and realizes only two minutes have passed. She squirms, her pussy wetter than before. How am I going to be able to sit still?
She shifts in her seat, her skirt brushing against her naked pussy, the suspenders tugging at her thighs, feeling the stocking tops clipped, remembering it was Mistress’s idea to leave her with no underwear. No panties, she thinks to herself, aroused more than irate now that it’s happening and knows it’s her Mistress’s will. This is how she wanted me to feel. Exposed. Vulnerable.
Maybe Mistress would flip up my skirt, bend me over, spank me, make me cum. God that would feel so good. She shifts again, realizing that if she keeps this up she’ll soak through her skirt in the wild anticipation of seeing her Mistress again. Five more minutes gone. Only five?
Or, getting fucked from behind with the strap-on. Or the double dildo, our pussies mashed together. Eating each other, taking turns. 69. Tasting her cum on her Lady’s lips.
Her hand drifts down between her legs and there’s the barest moment of pressure on her clit before she’s interrupted. “Ma’am?”
She catches herself, heart pounding. Her eyes take in the flight attendant. “Hmm? What?”
“Would you like anything to drink?”
Her mouth’s practically gone dry. She manages to croak, “Diet Coke, please?” unbelieving that she was so close to masturbating in her seat, and worse, so close to getting caught. Thank god this flight’s not crowded. She takes a sip of the soda.
For a moment she thinks about getting up and heading to the restroom, but the beverage cart is blocking her way back. Please! You can’t masturbate in the airplane bathroom anyway! Still three and a half hours to go.
And her mind drifts again. Her hand settles down between her legs and she stops herself before she does anything untoward. But it’s so sweet, being taken by Her. Being loaned to that lesbian couple for a weekend. The party where Her friends squirted on me. Her heart is racing now, the Diet Coke forgotten. Mistress squirting on me.
And then she feels it. A wet release she’s never felt before. Oh fuck, yes. She feels it and knows what’s happening before she even sees it. Her skirt darkens with the growing puddle of her come, the orgasm still coursing through her body, slicking her labia, soaking her skirt, the chair. She gives into it. To Her. Her heart feeling like it might pound through her breast, she stifles her moans as best she can. Oh my god, yes. The smell of her orgasm hangs heavy in the stagnant air of the plane, just sex and pheromones.
Trying to remain inconspicuous, she settles into her puddle with a smile on her face, the very picture of patience. She opens her magazine, and starts to thumb through the pages, sipping her Coke.
For #WankWednesday this week,normal:
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Myra takes her hand and leads justine out of the pool, laying her body on a nearby lounger. As Myra removes the strap-on, they kiss, anxious for one another’s breath.
Myra lays down in the chair with her, cuddling, snuggling, the two women sharing their warmth in the still dark morning. justine curls up, arms across her chest as Myra encircles her with arms and legs.
“I love you, Ma’am.”
“I love you, too, girl.”
* * *
Myra wakes the following morning, still on the lounger, still naked, a towel for a blanket. A fresh shirt and panties sit on the chair next to her, her clothes from last night already in the laundry.
justine is kneeling next to her Lady, waiting to be acknowledged.
“And how long have you been there?”
“Not long, my Lady. I didn’t expect you up much earlier than this so I went to get your tea.”
She takes the pot off the warmer and pours a cup, handing it over with the handle out.
“Your tea service is much improved.”
justine remembers having to do it blindfolded, by the feel and weight of each cup. This is a piece of cake in comparison! “Thank you, Ma’am.”
Myra takes the cup, the towel falling off her breasts as she moves. justine’s eyes move the slightest bit before she remembers her training.
“Good. You almost earned yourself a spanking for your impertinence.” She notices the gentle flush in justine’s cheeks. “Or is that what you wanted?”
justine’s face blushes even more, her eyes darting to the floor.
“Oh, you slut. Go on then, let me see you.”
justine stands, moving fluidly. It reminds more than a little of yoga, Myra thinks. She drops her shift to the ground and bends over a nearby table, legs spread, to let Myra inspect her.
Standing up, and shedding her towel completely, she cups justine’s round ass, slips a finger in her pussy.
“Oh, that is what you wanted.”
Keeping a finger in her pussy, she smacks justine on the ass, hard enough to be serious, and justine gets even more wet.
Myra stuffs two more fingers in, stretching her wet pussy, swollen lips glistening with the juices of her sex, and continues to spank, left, then right, then left again, on and on, over and over.
“Is that-”
Smack!
“what you-”
Smack!
“wanted?”
Smack!
Silence.
“Answer!”
Smack!
“yes, oh God, my Lady, yes.” justine can barely control herself, squirming on Myra’s fingers, arching her body to put her ass out at the best angle.
Smack!
“Who’s-”
Smack!
“my dirty-”
Smack!
“little-”
Smack!
“pain slut?”
Smack!
“I am!”
Smack!
She starts rubbing justine’s red ass and leans in to whisper in her ear. “That’s right.”
Smack!
“All mine!”
Smack!
justine loses herself and writhes up and down on Myra’s fingers…
Smack!
and starts cumming
Smack!
and cumming
Smack!
and cumming.
“Oh god, my Lady, please yes, please don’t stop, please Ma’am, may I cum again?” It’s already running down her leg as Myra strokes her fingers into justine’s pussy and pulls back quickly.
“Of course you may. But only if you scream.”
From across the grounds, edward, at his chores in the kitchen, hears justine howling with ecstasy.
justine drops to the ground and licks her cum off Myra’s fingers, lapping and licking meticulously, making sure to get every last drop from her Mistress’s hand.
Myra takes her by the hair and pulls her head close. “That’s not all the cum you’ll be licking up today.”
As she starts licking her Lady’s pussy, her clit starts throbbing again, anxious for more.
“May I, Ma’am?”
“What?”
“Touch myself while I eat you?”
“Oh, you little slut.” Just a normal Monday.
So, I had mentioned that the #WankWednesday post this week was part of a horror story that sort of worked its way into my head. There’s not much to the end of this chapter, only about 300 or 400 words, but it felt like a viewer disservice to include it in the original story, especially for #WankWednesday. Anyway, here’s where it gets ugly:
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They all sat in a circle, just as they had when watching Alice strip. Alice stood up again, naked this time, kissed Paige, and whispered something in her ear. Paige turned to her left and kissed Hira, who kissed Eric. Eric kissed Driscoll and then Driscoll kissed Liv. Liv went to kiss Paige, to close the circle, but Alice caught her, mumbling something. She missed most of it, catching only one word: tenebrae.
That’s when it all went to shit.
Alice exploded. Her limbs went in every direction, blood and gore everywhere. An arm hit the wall with a sick, wet thud and dropped to the ground. There was no other noise but the sound of rending flesh, bones tearing apart at the ligaments– Alice’s body ripping open, her head separating from her shoulders.
Blood covered the floor where they’d all been fucking just moments earlier, spattered all the way up to the ceiling. Guts and entrails and unidentifiable bits lay on the floor. In the short time this happened, the four were aghast, silent.
It took Hira the least amount of time to catch her breath and start screaming.
In the place of Alice’s utterly destroyed body was a thing. The beast, the monster, the demon, the whatever-the-fuck-it-was unfurled leathery wings, drenched in the girl’s blood, stank of putrefaction. It was large but not tall, tough and muscular looking, its skin the color of death and ash. It didn’t have horns, but it did have claws.
And it was fast. As quickly as Alice was obliterated, it was on Eric, ripping his body to pieces. It tore his torso open, splitting his ribcage at the sternum and proceeded to strew his guts all over the room. Liv silently hoped that he was dead already, that he didn’t feel any of what was being done to him.
The beast was making some kind of noise as Eric was being killed, and it took Liv a moment to realize what was happening over the sound of the screams– it was laughing.
* * *
On and on they drove, trying to get away from… from It. We’re all that’s left now, Hira thought mournfully as Liv slept fitfully in the back of the car, Driscoll silent in the passenger seat.
When they would stop at a gas station, somewhere with wi-fi, or even just a decent cell signal, they would take turns googling the word Alice had mumbled seconds before she died.
Tenebrae
Shadows. Always having to scroll past information about church liturgies, sifting through stories that sounded related but turned out not to be.
They kept driving. They kept searching. They kept running.
This entry represents a couple of things– a bit of erotica mixed with horror (Halloween is getting closer and that always puts me in the mood for horror stories), and a departure from Myra and justine. While absent this week, they haven’t gone completely away, I just couldn’t think of a scene this week that fit with the #WankWednesday prompt. So, anyway, here is my bit for the #WankWednesday prompt this week, border:
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The car sputtered, then rolled to a stop.
This isn’t far enough away! Liv cried to herself. “We’re only now getting close to the border. We need to go further!”
Hira stirred in the passenger seat. “We there yet?” She managed to mumble through a yawn and a stretch.
“No, it’s okay, go back to sleep, we’re still on the road.”
Hira rolled back over, draped a velvet and lace sleeve over her eyes and dozed off. Liv shook her head. How Hira could sleep was beyond her.
Shitfuck. What are we going to do? It’s going to catch up with us!
Driscoll leaned forward. “Are we out of gas?”
“Shitfuck, yes. I haven’t seen a station in miles or I’d have pulled over.” She tried to keep the panic from her voice.
“Well, another orgy isn’t going to help. Not after what happened last time.”
“Christ, Driscoll, I can’t believe you’d even joke about that.” She smacked his arm and pretended to look at her makeup in the rearview mirror, picking at fleck of black eyeliner on her white skin. “Not after what happened to Alice.”
“Sorry. Jesus, Liv, I didn’t mean anything by it. It was only a joke.”
It had all been a joke. Or at least, Liv thought it had all been a joke. The seance, the orgy, and then… It. She tried not to think about that night. She failed.
* * *
Alice had brought someone new that night, some girl she had the hots for. She wanted the circle’s help, enlisted them for a seance and orgy. All so she could get laid. Liv remembered thinking it wasn’t a bad idea at the time, wishing she had tried it herself…
Liv didn’t know where the magic had come from, there had been nothing during the seance, no feeling, no force. She could feel that much. Alice had made up all of it, of that she was sure. Lemarchand was from Hellraiser, for fuck’s sake…
And then she stripped. Alice got up into the middle of the circle and danced, slowly pulling off her clothes– her dress, bra, black lace panties and garter belt– until she was nude but for her striped stockings. They all watched, Driscoll and his friend, Eric especially. Some of the girls giggled, but Alice continued moving, swaying provocatively.
She bent over and kissed the new girl, Paige. Soul-kissed her, and then whispered something in her ear. She slid the straps of Paige’s black camisole off her shoulders, pulling her top down to her waist. She felt and kissed at Paige’s bared breasts, pressing her other hand between Paige’s legs. She gave in, hot and moist, and wanting her more than she could say.
The second it looked like Alice was distracted, Driscoll went for Hira, Eric for Liv. The girls kissed each other and then looked at the two boys expectantly. They kissed. The girls undressed one another as the boys did likewise. When the four of them had shed their clothing, they each tried the others, kissing, touching, embracing. Alice joined their writhing mass of limbs and torsos and beckoned Paige to her.
Paige dropped her skirt on the floor, panties too, and went to Hira, joining her as she sucked on Driscoll’s cock. They took turns, and took turns riding him, too. Alice, meanwhile, flitted all over the scene, being touched and fucked and licked. Hira and Driscoll attended each other, and occasionally, either Liv or Eric, or both, when not occupied by Alice.
And then they would switch. Positions. Partners. Both. Liv wasn’t sure who had cum in Hira’s mouth, but she knew that some of it was being kissed to her. She passed it on to Alice and swallowed the rest. She felt her cunt throb, wet from the taste of cum, and let herself swallow up Driscoll’s cock, fucking him until he begged her to stop.
The rest of what Liv remembered was only fragments: Paige being double penetrated by the two boys with Alice’s cunt in her face; Alice being fucked in the ass; Eric getting pegged. It was one of those nights.
She started slowing down, little by little, until she realized she was exhausted. It seemed to be hitting everyone else, too. Alice seemed to be the only one with any energy left and Liv wondered whether she was showing off for Paige.
They all sat in a circle, just as they had when watching Alice strip. Alice stood up again, naked this time, kissed Paige, and whispered something in her ear. Paige turned to her left and kissed Hira, who kissed Eric. Eric kissed Driscoll and then Driscoll kissed Liv. Liv went to kiss Paige, to close the circle, but Alice caught her, mumbling something. She missed most of it, catching only one word: tenebrae.
That’s when it all went to shit.
* * *
Liv shuddered as a truck drove past them in the desert, stopped about 500 feet past their car, and backed up.
The driver stepped out of the cab. “You out of gas?”
Driscoll had gotten out of the car, answered. “Yeah. Missed the last station, I guess. You know where the closest one is at? No cell reception out here, no internet.”
“Well, the nearest station is about 40 miles up the road, but I got a can of gas in the back. It’s yours if you want it.”
This isn’t the longest entry I’ve made, but I wanted to get it off paper and up for reading. Anyway, here is my bit for the #WankWednesday prompt this week, flight:
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The dinner guests are gone for the night, edward up in his room, nursing his new piercing. justine pauses at the doorway, asking if I need anything else.
“There is one thing you can help me with…”
“Ma’am?”
“Or something I can help you with.” Her face flushes prettily and I’m happy to see that I can still do something as silly as embarrass her a bit. “You’ve been blushing all night.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I suppose I have.”
“What would you like? No promises that I’ll do it, but I’ll listen.”
“If it pleases you, I’d like to be suspsended– a harness that can hold me while you take me would be even better. Ma’am.”
“Well, that’s an idea. Or at least half of one. Follow me.” I pick up the small package that’s on the side table and lead her out onto the grounds. She’s clearly puzzled– this isn’t the way to the dungeon. When we get to the pool, I undress slowly, letting her watch, letting her savor it. My skirt hugs my hips as I pull it down, my panties dropping with a whisper onto the ground. My breasts bounce ever so slightly as I lift the blouse over my head, brown hair reaching down below my shoulders.
She’s devouring my body with her eyes, and I can see the heat that’s built up in her, from watching edward receive his punishment to my little version of a strip tease.
I step down into the water, to my ankles, then my knees, then my hips. Waist high and nude in the water, I beckon to her, still dressed, a beautiful and slightly sheer dress flowing across her curves. She follows me down the steps into the water, her dress clinging against her legs as it soaks through.
When she reaches the last step, she’s at eye level with me. “All the way in.”
She does. The dress flows and swirls below the water’s surface, her nipples pressing the fabric out from her body above. She gasps as I cup one of her breasts and roll the nipple between my fingers.
I pull her close to me, lowering my mouth to her neck, nibbling gently. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect girl.”
She moans in response, happily. My hands push her dress up and aside and as I slip a finger into her, her back arches. I guide her down into the water, until she’s floating on her back. I wiggle into the strap-on that I’ve brought with me, and then move in, between her legs, adjusting the position of the dildo. After covering it with a liberal amount of lube, I guide her onto it, pulling her floating body toward me.
She wraps her legs around the small of my back, but I untangle myself from them, wanting her to feel like nothing tethers her to the ground. I press the dildo into her, and while I do have to hold her a bit to keep her from floating away, it all works too well.
Our bodies press together, writhing in the water like a sleeping leviathan in the deep. She relishes the sensation, basking in it. “It feels like flying, Ma’am. And getting fucked during. It’s so….” Her voice trails off, lost in the shudders of her first orgasm.
For the #WankWednesday prompt this week, word:
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“You just have to say the word and all this–” Myra makes an encompassing gesture with her hands– “will stop. No more pain.” She relaxes the rope constricting his airway, “all the air you want.”
Edward gulps in his life, lungs burning, panting. And then he feels it again. Whatever those bitches are doing to his cock is excruciating. Distantly, he hears the echoes of screams and realizes they’re his own.
Myra looks him in the eye. “I don’t need to ask you again, do I? You’ve already heard me ask twice.”
“N-no, Ma’am, I heard…”
“And?”
“And, ummm, ummm….” His voice trails off as the small wooden vise crushing his balls is tightened another quarter turn.
“Who said you could take the key for your chastity?” The pitch of her voice has risen.
She’s really pissed off, he seems to realize it only too late. He looks over at justine, hoping for some help. She seems not to notice him.
“N-n-no one, Ma’am…”
“You came up with this idea all on your own?”
“Please, Ma’am, it’s been so long.”
“And you were desperate, and horny?”
“Yes.”
“And that gives you permission to break your chastity?”
“No, Ma’am, it does not…” A sickening realization comes over him. The punishment always fits the crime. What the hell is she going to do to me?
“Yet you did anyway. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t care? Better still, that I’d let you get away with it?”
Edward whimpers as Myra beckons to justine. “Fetch the needles, girl.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” She curtsies neatly as she leaves the room.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m the one asking questions, Edward. And you’ve disappointed me. Very much.”
As justine comes back with the needles, Myra undoes the vise and Edward feels blood and feeling and pain pouring back into his crushed testes and cock.
“Oh god, what are you do-?”
She pushes a needle at a shallow angle through the skin of his cock until it comes out the other side. He’s very present for his screams now, a bloodcurdling kind of terror he’s never felt before. justine tightens the straps holding him to the table.
Another needle, lower down, at a right angle to the first. More screams.
A third needle. A fourth. A fifth. Christ, I feel like a fucking voodoo doll. The adrenaline and endorphins are kicking in. She’s just getting warmed up, though. What the fuck was that?
“How are you, Edward?”
“Numb.”
“Then you should barely even feel this.”
A pinch, a rush of pain, but not as bad as what she was doing. Oh my god, she’s amputated it! He looks down to see a needle poking out through his urethra, whimpering in fear until he realizes she’s fitting jewelry into place.
“Now…” She pulls out the receiving tube. “Clean yourself up, and get those needles out of your cock and into the sharps container. I want you cleaned up and ready to serve before the dinner guests arrive in an hour. The piercing, by the way, will stay, or what you just experienced will seem like a walk in the park on a sunny day. Understood?”
“Yes.” Just the one word. That’s all he’s capable of right now.
“Good. I expect you’ll be bruised and sore for several weeks after this. I believe that will stop you from sticking your cock where it doesn’t belong. Don’t you think?”
He answers with a wordless groan.
“justine. Come with me. We must get ready.”
“Yes, my Lady.” Her skin is flushed with excitement, thrilled from what she’s just witnessed. She follows happily up, fingering the chain around her belly, the collar around her neck. At least all I got was a bell when I fucked up.
