Skipping class and book two excerpt

Friends, did you ever skip school when you were young?

Okay, perhaps you’re all much more serious and studious than I. University was a time when I was on my own for the first time in my life. I was young and passionate and curious … mostly about things that happened outside of the classroom. So I was often naughty and skipped class. (I know, I deserved a spanking, right? Unfortunately I hadn’t even had those thoughts yet!) But it was definitely a bad habit to get into because often once I’d skipped one class it was harder to go to the next one knowing I would be behind from not attending previously. So then I’d skip again. You can see how this would have a snowball effect. It’s a wonder I ever got my degree!

Why am I telling you this? Because strangely, getting out of the habit of posting on my blog felt similarly. There were things I wanted to tell you about but the more time that went by without an update the more and more shy I felt about posting one. Pretty soon the thought just made me want to crawl under the covers in my bed and hide!

Left unchecked I’m sure this could balloon into some kind of social disorder. Before it does, I’m going to jump right back into posting on a regular basis. So without further ado, here is another post from The Draper Estate Trilogy, Book Two: Sapphic Secrets. You may recall in book one, Lilly was left in fear of being at the mercy of Celeste in the lab. It appears her fears were warranted…

Celeste tightened the bonds firmly at Lilly’s wrists.

                ‘I’m so glad you are here to play my games with me now that I no longer have Yvonne, madame,’ Celeste said.

                ‘Celeste. No. I didn’t say that,’ Lilly said. Her housemaid had succeeded in slowly peeling off all of Lilly’s clothing while only undoing one bond at a time to get the clothing completely off while still ensuring Lilly could not get free. Now Lilly lay totally naked, more helpless than ever.

                Celeste gazed down at her. ‘You look so beautiful,’ she said, as she circled Lilly’s body, trailing her fingertips all over her, making Lilly shiver. ‘I know you will enjoy them too, nos jeux, our games,’ she said as she ran her fingers up Lilly’s arm to her breast before slowly circling the pucker of her nipple. ‘See? Look how your nipples stiffen for me,’ she said, tweaking each one. Currents of sensation ran straight down to Lilly’s sex as she gasped.

                ‘Celeste, no. Please. We can’t do this.’ But Lilly’s protests sounded weak, especially as Celeste continued to pluck at her sensitive peaks and her body was bathed in arousal. Celeste bent her head down and began to tongue the little puckered bit of flesh closest to her as she rolled the other between forefinger and thumb.

                ‘No, Celeste! No!’ Lilly panted, all while her hips bucked up.

                Celeste looked up then. Suddenly the faraway look in her eyes was gone and the darker shadows were back.

                ‘You want me to stop, madame?’ She went down and stood in the V made by the narrow tables Lilly’s legs were strapped to. ‘If I part your nether lips,’ she whispered, ‘will I find the seed the doctor speaks of?’

                ‘Please, Celeste,’ Lilly breathed. ‘Don’t.’

                Celeste sat down on the chair and, with fingers on either of her outer lips, she eased Lilly apart and peered between her legs. ‘You are very wet, madame,’ she said. Lilly moaned as Celeste pressed two fingers inside her and with a scooping C motion along the inner walls of her clenching hole, pulled out an abundance of clear gooey wetness.

                Lilly had never seen the evidence of her wanting like this, never had it studied, sampled and presented to her in this manner and she squirmed in embarrassment as Celeste held her sticky fingers up. Celeste, however, was unabashed as she stared in her mistress’s eyes and hungrily licked Lilly’s arousal off her fingers. ‘Madame,’ she whispered silkily. ‘It is necessary for you to be bound here with me all day, non? Perhaps we can find a way to make it a little more pleasant,’ she said, standing and stripping off her own clothing. ‘Then maybe I could clear away the evidence of your seed each day before Monsieur Draper gets home.’ Totally naked now too, she came close to Lilly’s bound frame and leaned down so that her mouth was by Lilly’s ear. ‘With my tongue.’ Oh god. Her tongue. Lilly shivered to her core at the memory of what Celeste’s tongue could do. She knew she should stop her, tell her no, but her sex pulsed hungrily in desperation for that slithery tongue.

Excerpt from "The Game"

Here is an excerpt from a story I wrote recently. Not sure if it will be accepted for publication but I'll keep you posted. In the meantime, this bit had to be cut to keep the word count within the desired parameters. It's a story of a young lady involved with a domme older male and a sub younger male who hasn't yet realized he's a sub. In this scene she's being punished by the domme.

About half way in he released me from my binds and gently rubbed my wrists. He got me a drink while my breathing returned to normal after the hours of being kept on edge, but my pussy was still a jangled bunch of nerves. I thought we were taking a break. Instead, he pulled me close to him, caressed me gently and said, ‘Now, I’ll give you a chance to prove you’ve learned your lesson. How long did it used to take you masturbate to orgasm? When you would do it before bed?’

            ‘Oh, I dunno. Maybe ten minutes?’

            ‘Ten minutes?’ he murmured as he lay me down softly beside him.

            ‘I guess…’

            ‘Okay, I’ll make it easier for you, since you’re maybe a little more worked up than usual.’ He chuckled. ‘Let’s make it five minutes,’ he said, reaching for a clock from his nightstand.

            ‘Five minutes?’

            ‘Yes. And I’ll let you touch yourself. I won’t tie you up and I won’t touch you. So you can set the pace. The only rules are you can’t look at the clock and you can’t stop the movement on your clit.’ He smiled. ‘You can slow down, but you can’t stop. I’ll have it ring when five minutes is up,’ he said. ‘If you can rub that naughty little pussy of yours for just five minutes and not come then, I’ll tell you what,’ he said, opening his arms in a magnanimous gesture. ‘You can come all you want for the rest of the week. Including with your new little friend.’

            It was Wednesday. Jake and I did have plans for Friday night and ever since that night at the bar and all the teasing Bill had been putting me through, I was more desperate than ever to fuck him. I remembered how his erection had pressed into me as he was stroking me that night. Even from behind its denim prison it made a large impression, shall we say. Mm, how that hard, wide shaft would feel in me right now… I shuddered.

            ‘Ha, I see the mention of our young stud inspires you,’ Bill teased. ‘Shall we?’ He stared down at me as I settled into the bed and place my hand lightly over my pussy. He pressed a final button on the clock. ‘Begin.’

            Some nights, before I met Bill, I would lay in bed and touch myself and not be able to bring myself off. I’d be tired, distracted or just uninspired. Sometimes I would get out my little vibrator to finish the job, others I would just give up. Roll over and fall asleep. On one of those nights I’m sure five minutes would have gone by in a flash.

            This was not one of those nights.

            Although it had been at least half an hour since Bill’s punishment ceased, my pussy came alive again the instant I touched it. I was still very wet and even my labia was slippery and sensitive as I parted them to find my clit. The second my finger made contact it was as if no time had elapsed since Bill’s teasing. I rubbed back and forth over it as lightly as I could but the jangled nerve endings were desperate for that attention, that friction. I kept touching it lightly, slowly, but it felt so good to have the control back. I could touch it with exactly the speed I wanted, with the exact pressure that felt good. Despite the situation, I rubbed just a little harder, sped up just a bit. Oh god, the feeling was delicious. Exquisite. I slicked that button back and forth and when I glanced beside me I saw Bill with his cock in his hand, stroking it. Suddenly I felt my pussy clench.

            ‘Oh!’ I gasped and instinctively pulled my hand away.

            ‘You can’t stop.’ Bill commanded. He grabbed my hand and forced it back down between my spread legs. I tried as hard as possible to make my pelvic muscles relax as I obediently began stroking again. I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to look at Bill’s naked dick, and I slowed right down. As slow as I could go while still being able to call it movement, I slid my finger over top of my bursting clit. How much time had elapsed? Would the alarm ring soon? I had no idea.

‘Control yourself, slut,’ I heard Bill say. ‘Force that hungry pussy to calm down.’

I tried. ‘Ahhh,’ I moaned. I willed my pussy to stop clenching. ‘Ah! Oh god!’ I panted. But all the while my finger continued sliding over my delicate trigger. In my mind I saw Bill’s straining cock as his hand pumped it. My pussy quivered and shook and in the split second that I realized I wasn’t going to make it I decided I may as well go for broke.

            Quickly, I shoved three fingers deep inside my cunt while I furiously diddled my clit using all the fast, firm strokes it was aching for.

            ‘UNNHHH! AHHHHH! YA! YA!’ I screamed and bucked and rode my hand with abandon. I felt my pussy clenching, greedily milking my fingers while wave after wave tore through me sending my body into rhythmic convulsions.

            I looked at the clock. I hadn’t even lasted three minutes.

            ‘Such a horny, insatiable, little slut,’ Bill scolded, when my body had finally stopped shaking. ‘See why you have to be tied up?’ He refastened my restraints. ‘You haven’t learned anything. Which means, of course, we’ll have to start all over again.’

An excerpt from a work in progress

Lilly could feel the familiar pressure begin to rise as the doctor manipulated her sensitive flesh. She wanted him to stop, she wanted her husband. But soon, as his finger became wet with her juices and began sliding over and over that little button, her body betrayed her. Now all she wanted was more. She wanted him to press harder, rub faster. She cried out and bucked her hips as his finger continued to tease her engorged bud. ‘Please!’ she gasped. ‘PLEASE!’ she pleaded, her limbs taut against the restraints. And the doctor did rub a little harder then, a little faster. The pressure mounted as Lilly panted and thrust when suddenly the doctor removed his hand.

            ‘Lillianne, I know your illness makes this difficult for you, but for your therapy to be successful I need you to try and remain calm while I set the pace. I need to concentrate and bring the paroxysm on slowly or this will not be effective.’

            ‘O-of course, doctor, I’m sorry,’ Lilly whispered shakily. Her bound body twitching, her heart pounding, Lilly lay helpless while the doctor recommenced. Choking back her cries, she tried her best to control her reactions while his fingers stroked her increasingly sensitive flesh. Slowly. Ever so slowly.