Okay not really though I have been absent for some time now. I am sorry for still not having finished Pinocchio as I should have done by now. Still not sure what I tried to write here but it was fun as I slowly had time to get the mood back I need to write sensual stories. The play with words and title is just something I would do right. So let me know if you enjoyed it?
Sensual Sunday: Suspended!
I had put Pinocchio on hold for a little. The sanding and stroking the long wooden stick just made my hands feel all dusty and rough. The cuts were hurting and the strength to squeeze just wasn’t there anymore. Loneliness struck me and i had let my head hang down.
Truth is, it has been hard work these weekends and left me with little time to play with my dolls. Some of the girls felt sad I wasn’t able to spend time with them as much. Grafting this stick to have them play with something else in my absence was what i thought.
A wooden cock, free of splinters. It’s colour a beautiful red and hard as nails. Dense enough to make me sweat polishing it. Pinocchio we laughably called it.
But what I needed was not a toy, but time these lovelies deserved. What else was a master to do. I couldn’t just leave them be after a promise. To protect and take care of them, love them as they wanted to be loved. Held them as they wished.
Unlike some they have a voice in this realm, spoken freely but never against me. They all get what they deserve and need, the same as I can have what I please and want.
“Order and discipline”. The words make me laugh at myself. “I was no good to you in these past few days. Neglecting my duties in providing you with desires. It is for that, that I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive your master.”
Eyes filled with an eagerly desired lust stare upwards to me.
“Very well, I like the look in your eyes it seems some punishment is into place. Who would like to go first? Let me be in your care when I get tired to lift my spirits with your screams. Seduce me like never before for today I am completely yours.”
A hand springs into the air. Metal rings clash against each other, falling to rest on heavy leather. Furious eyes blazing with desire burn deeply in to my heart. Her crimson hair flowing like flames next to a pale white skin. A smile of pink lips.
What a fool was I to forget to take care of these hungry little pets. With a single finger pointing at the closet I spoke clear. “Take your pick first come first serve.”
The fun was only just beginning as they ran with their asses wagging left and right. Each of them rushed into the closet and picking up the tools they would like to be used. A sight of them, such happiness, ward each pulls and push off with a scratch or bite. Only to come forth holding but one bag of rope.
“Master, Suspend us please”
If this is read by you: know this is a world of fiction and not to be mistaken for reality.