This is a new playground one for me to explore – Kayla Lords Masturbation Monday… and it’s a suggestion from a comment on my previous post.

Following Saturday Spanking’s corner time, I thought I should take the opportunity to explain how Gemma came to be humping her husband’s desk.  Separated by distance, they have the benefit of a webcam to help connect and a little time to play online.

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Gemma fixated on his digital image. Jason lounged on his hotel bed, his jacket discarded, tie half-loosened, two or three shirt buttons undone, and his hands interlocked behind his head. She couldn’t see his lower half. A pity. She’d liked to have known if there was a bulge down there. His bright eyes gave her palpitations. She’d waited all day for his call, struggling to keep him out of her thoughts. Seeing him on the screen, a flurry of butterflies burst out of her belly, and she imagined him buried up to the hilt in her pussy.

Whether he could sense her arousal, she didn’t know, but he ended the pleasantries of greetings and catch-up news, and told her to undress and present. She knelt on the floor and adjusted the camera angle downwards. With a deep breath, she spread her legs. Coyness descended over her. She felt embarrassed by her capitulation. For most of the day, she’d been yelling down the phone at property agents, blaming them for sending her the wrong information. Oh, how they would laugh at her now, naked and exposed.

The instruction was for her to play with herself: front and back, finger up each. After squirting lubricant on her fingers—she always came prepared with a bottle—she lifted her bum, and pressed her middle finger into her anus. She slid her other hand down her wet slit and easily accommodated two fingers inside her pussy. She rocked back and forth, increasing the pace and agitation.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” she moaned. Having avoided looking at the monitor, she snuck a peak at him.

He lay on the bed, unmoving. “Nope.”

Repeatedly, she asked, beseeching him with a sweet voice. He wouldn’t budge.

She stuck her tongue out at him. He chuckled softly.

Infuriating her further, he took a phone call from somebody on his mobile while she continued her humiliating performance. Her jiggling hands ached, and she leaked onto the towel she’d laid out underneath. The phone conversation continued in the background, and she listened to Jason’s tone, the rise and fall of his voice. Abruptly, the call ended, and she jolted when he addressed her directly.

“Gemma, remember who owns your orgasms. Who owns them?” He insisted.

“You do, Master,” she murmured.

His eyelids started to close. “That’ll be all for now. I’m tired. Don’t touch yourself. Hands off.” He disconnected the call. Her fingers froze. Two stuffed in her sensitive pussy, the other rammed to the knuckle in her anus. So damn close to completion! She fumed.

Withdrawing her fingers, she could sense the juices leaking out of her pussy, the wetness a reminder of her ruined orgasm. She had to finish what she’d started. The evening had ended pathetically. Gemma contemplated lying on her bed, rubbing herself frantically. Except, she didn’t reach the bedroom. She decided, in order not to defy his instructions, she wouldn’t touch herself, at least not with her hands. Standing by his desk, an expensive antique made by some renowned artisan, and also the perfect height for stimulation, she perched on the corner. Separating her legs, she nudged the rounded edge against her clitoris and ground her hips. She achieved a rather spectacular climax heaving up and down Jason’s prized desk.

As soon as the orgasm washed out of her system, horrendous guilt set in. Stumbling away from the furniture, she rushed out of the room. In the bathroom, she washed her hands as if they were diseased, scrubbing them with a nail brush. Pacing about the bedroom, she attempted to calm down. It was one orgasm, and he didn’t know, hardly the end of the world.

In bed she blinked in the darkness, sleeping on and off in an agitated state. Normally, when Jason was away on business, she would lie on his side of the bed and wear one of his T-shirts. Not this time. A woollen vest of penitence would have been more appropriate.

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Ruled by Him

Gemma Lucas’s life is about to be transformed by a new arrival and her ambition to become an artist. To help deal with the mounting challenges, Gemma enters into a new agreement with her Dominant, Jason, one which requires her to be his submissive full-time.

Adapting to her husband’s increasing dominance requires adjustment, especially when a threatening letter is found in her bag at a dance class.

Will the couple’s secret kinky lifestyle be exposed or will Jason’s ruthless approach to his enemies save them?

Available from:

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