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Masturbation - who is more wacked - the idiot or my pussy & ass. lol hehe
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Masturbation - who is more wacked - the idiot or my pussy & ass. lol hehe ~~~~~~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? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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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I need to re-read this story. Be fore I do I wanted to comment on your experience. I wouldn't say that I'm a dom persay. I do arouse women to masturbate. That said I do understand your disapointment. I do screen women in the sense I wouldn't want to take it far and then say hey its not working. I certainly wouldn't demand such a personal piece before I was comfortbale that it was a fit. Click Here To Read A Hot Erotic Story: When A Woman Meets A Stranger Part 1 of 4
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