Sensual Sunday: Suspended!

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.

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 4

We continue Pinocchio who is only in name the same. You may notice the differences and hope you will enjoy the change and the path it is taking. I do like to know what you think of the story so fa and where you think this will be heading. Other than that I just hope you enjoy the read.

Art by Elena Mirulla

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 4

The lace skirt barely covers her knees as she is squatted in front of Pinocchio,  Her blond curly hair hangs along side her painted face. Lines painted to mimic a dolls mouth and eyelashes like rays of a sun drawn around her eye. Gracie-Lou is poking the little wooden body sucking on a lolly. “I am a doll you know and belong to Mistress Scarlett, why won’t you join us” 

Gracie-Lou wiggles the stick of the lolly, “He really is a toy made of wood, and no strings. Wonder what he could do, does he have batteries?” 

-“Pinocchio we need to go now, we promised to go straight to school, she is not a real doll.” Giminy has jumped on Pinocchio’s nose making him look cross-eyed and stop talking to the two ladies. 

“I am made of wood and have no batteries, but I need to go. In order to become a boy I need to go and learn at school. Just like Gepetto told me.” 

-“Sorry to hear that, we did hope you could come and play with us. But if you have to go to school…” 

“Okay I be going now.” Pinocchio takes a big step and has Giminy jump back on his shoulder. “They were nice, weren’t they Giminy and she was going to school as well.” 

-“They are not nice Pinocchio. They are vixens who steal your innocents away.”  

Gracie-Lou looks after Pinocchio as he walks away, sucking her lolly back and forth between her luscious lips. With a wet squishy sound she pulls it out and lets her tongue curl all over it. “God did you feel those knobby fingers, so smooth like warm marbles and soft like velvet. They got me all wet. How much of a boy did he make him I wonder?” The lolly disappear underneath her skirt to have it stickiness soaked in her own juice before taking it back in to her mouth. 

-“Hush Gracie-Lou, I know he would be the perfect toy for Mistress Scarlett and I think I know just how to get him to come with us.” With th warm fuzzy feeling the two share a passionate kiss. With great haste they run around and through small alleys to cut Pinocchio off on his way to school. Through small gaps and between houses they see him skip al the way with his books swinging up and down. 

Two corners before he reached school the two women have caught up and stand waiting to have him come around the bend. Only two steps in with his bread size feet and shoe in one he bumps up to Baby Doll and falls back on his bum. 

“Hey you can’t go bump into a lady like that where are your manners boy, watch where you are…. Ooh fancy seeing you here Pinocchio.” 

-“Oh hello again… Are you going to school here to?  

“Ooh no we are not. We are on our way to Mistress Scarlett who is known to make women out of girls and men out of little boys. She is amazing and today is Gracie-Lou’s turn to be turned into a woman and it only takes a day. School will take years, pretty sure you heard about that.” 

Giminy is jumping up and down in front of Pinocchio’s eyes on top of his nose trying to get his attention, but he is not having any of it and slaps him away. Giminy rolls across the pavement into the gutter. 

“Do you think she can make me a boy to then?” 

Baby Doll pinches Gracie-Lou in her cheeks and winks when her eyes meet hers. 

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 3

Welcome to the third string of this sensual story. Today I am giving away a little hint of what will happen next. I hope you enjoy the read and will return to see what will happen after. Let me know what you think, I always like hearing from you the reader.

Art by J. Scott Campbell

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 3

The week was hectic and full of fun when all the kids and their parents came to Gepetto’s shop. They all came to see if the stories were true about the talking marionette who moved without strings. Children smile and dance with Pinocchio who is got the time of his young life. And the adults just look with amazement and clap to spur the dancers on. Whispers about where he came from or how this could happen are set aside every night as more people start to hear the story about the wooden marionette who wanted to be a real boy. 

Exhausted Gepetto fell asleep every night after he tugged in Pinocchio in his newly carved bed. 
“Tomorrow is your big day on becoming a real boy and new day a man. I am sure you will make me proud Pinocchio” 

-“I will father, just you  see…” Gepetto blows out the candle and walks out of the small room, just before he left the door ajar he smiled one more time. “You will help me right Giminy, I am so excited.” 

“Sure Pinocchio, I will keep you out of trouble.” Giminy keeps the secret talk he had with the fairy, who told him he would find riches if he does help Pinocchio on his journey. The little boy in the making is so innocent in his mind he does not recognize dangers. It was not his idea to join this adventure and that little resentment s reading from his brows. 

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The next morning Pinocchio is set out on his way. Books strapped and swung back and forth beside him. Giminy sits on his shoulder. “I am so happy Giminy…. Look how tasty the candy looks” Pinocchio plants hi face against the glass of the candy shop. 

Giminy gets into gear and talks into the small ear. “Listen Pinocchio didn’t Gepetto tell you to go straight to school and stop at nothing. Not talk to strangers.” 

-“Sorry Giminy, you are right…” 

A little ahead two pair of eyes are prying at the marionette.Faces hidden behind two decorative fans they whisper about the stories that have been going around about a wooden doll wanting to become a real boy. 

Pinocchio has set out to go on to school but a block away he is stopped in his tracks by tow pair of legs that stand in front of him. A quick look down and he can see high heels wrapped around small feet. The slender legs complimented with white stockings. One  plaid skirt and one with lots of fringe and lace. 

A little shocked he steps back as two faces lower themselves to have a closer look. “Are you Pinocchio the one who wants to be a real boy? I am Baby Doll and this here is Gracie Lou she was o her way to school as well.” 

Pinocchio looks at the two women in front of him. Gracie with her twin tails one of which is being played with by her fingers, blowing bubble-gum between red painted lips. “Are you a doll to like me? Your face is all painted as well. And you have a red nose” 

Giminy pulls with all his might on Pinocchio, he remembers those two and senses trouble. “Lets go Pinocchio we made a promise to Gepetto to go straight to school.” 

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 2

Welcome to the second String of this ongoing Sensual Sunday Story. We are still short on the sensual part but we need t set up the story first, so please, read on and may you enjoy the read.

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 2

Giminy shakes his head in disbelief, after what he has happened in front of his eyes. His legs carry him back away from the beautiful lady and this marionette that spoke. The back hits a small chisel and has it drop to the floor. 

The sound has the blue fairy look his way and wave her wand. Scared, Giminy backs up even more. 

“No need to be afraid little cricket. I am not here to harm you. How about you become his mentor and show him the ropes. That love is build on slippery slopes.” 

A wave of her wand lifts him up in the air and a quick spin around has his rags turn back to new. His tail coat fitting perfectly, a tall hat without a hole and shiny cane to complete his ensemble.  

“What is it that you ask of me. He is not a real boy, he is a marionette. How can he learn to love. He probably has sawdust for a brain to. Just look at him” 

Pinocchio is trying to stand on his own two feet. Still a bit wobbly he finds his balance. “I will be a real boy some day, just you see. ” Make his head turn all the way around and see his elbows bend and stretch again. Strings entangle his small wooden body and not before long he is in  a knot and drops down again, and leaves a big mess in its wake. Chisels and hammers drop to the floor and the wood of the floor above begins to squeak. Gepetto must have woken up from al the noise from the ground floor. 

“Be a good boy Pinocchio and learn to love, go to school. And listen to Giminy and before you know it you will become a real boy” 

-“Who is down there?” A voice calls out from the dim lit up staircase. Shadows dance across the wall from the flicker of the tiny flame Gepetto is holding. And just as he reached the last step the fairy turned into the blue firefly and flew away the same way she came. 

Gepetto walks down past the work bench and checks every nook and granny of his little shop. Only to notice his marionette all tangled up on the bench. He puts down the candle next to Pinocchio and lights up the other candle. With a scratch on the bac of his head he looks down. “What happened here, How did you get  grown and tangled up?” 

“Hello… I…” 

Gepetto jumps in the air and falls over. HIs face shocked as he heard the marionette talk and saw it move. He recovers fairly quickly and untangles the wooden  limbs to see it stand on its own. With a stutter of disbelief he pushes against Pinocchio’s body. “You… You are alive…” 

-“I am Pinocchio and want to be a real boy, but I do not know how.” He lets his head hang down and turns his little knobby fingers in front of him. 

A sparkle flickers in Gepetto’s eyes and his lips curl into a smile. “My boy Pinocchio, you are alive… You see this Martha, we have a son.” His arm wrap the little fellow in his arms and lifts him up into the air. “No need to worry Pinocchio, to me you are a real boy.” 

Pinocchio is not to sure about that as something tells him he is lacking something. After all the lady said she was looking to see if he was worth a heart. Giminy looks at all this unfold on the back corner of the bench. He holds up his thumb to show PInocchio all will be okay. 

That night Gepetto did not sleep and danced and talked with his son. A wooden Marionette he made with such great care to fulfil the wish of his wife. It would be another week before Pinocchio was on his way for his first day at school.  

To be continued…

Join me next week to see how his first day at school is going to be. And I am sure you will be surprised on how I changed the story.

Sensual Sunday: Pinocchio! String 1

Now for all who know me Sensual Sunday Stories are created to heat up a boring Sunday with a little spice and sensuallity. This is the start of a new story and thus lack a little spice. The title is one you all know but I can tell you the story will be my own, based on the wooden Puppet who wanted to be a boy. Care to join me and see where this will take us? Hope you enjoy the read.

Sensual Sunday, Pinocchio! String 1

He was lonely after his wife had passed away and he spend the sad moments carving wood. Creating all kinds of toys for the children of the village. The only sound that filled the room was the crackling of the fire creating orange sparks. They wished for children, but life as not been kind with their wish and dreams. And all this time Gepetto never lost his smile. He was a kind man who enjoyed seeing kids play with his creations. 

So every time he wasn’t making a  toy for  the shop he was carefully carving what started to look like a boy marionette. In his eyes a bolt of lightning was burning, one of desire and old wishes. With great care he held the small hand with four little knobby fingers and tied the rope around its wrist. Four strings for the limbs and one for the head. With the end of the wires tied to the cross he made the boy dance a little on floor leaving little steps and slides in the layer of sawdust. 

Before going to bed on this cold night Gepetto held the puppet up in the dim candle light near his working bench. And stared into the painted eyes. “It is the best I could do for a son Martha, I am sorry he is not a real son of ours but I made him according to your dreams of what Our son would look like. Ad I call him Pinocchio.” 

He laid down the puppet and blew out the candle and picks up the second to take to his bed. And as he left the shop a small blue light flutters through the window as if it never existed. Swirls of blue light and sparks fall to the floor and start to shape from the ground up. The glow lit up the entire room but no one would see it as everyone in town was sleeping.  

Well, all but one that is. A small cricket woke up blinded by the light. He was Jiminy, who took up a snug corner of the shop to hide from the cold and snow outside. With  some leaps from chair to bench he sat on the corner and saw a woman stand in the middle of the shop. Her dress sparkles like a diamond short enough to see her firm thighs stretching out into some fine formed calves. In her hand waving a wand.  

Giminy jumps a little closer and sees her play with the wooden puppet. Her hands gently stroking around the rounded arms and tap the little knobs for fingers. “You created a marvel Gepetto and life has not been kind on you, so let me grand you, your wish.” 

“From wood you are created and fires you will start, come to life Pinocchio and lets see if your worth a heart.” 

The cricket sees her luscious pink lips lean towards the wooden doll and kiss it softly on the nose. Shortly after the puppet shook up and stood there without anyone pulling its strings. “Where, what am I?” The puppet spoke and clumsy feel to his bum, unable to keep balance just yet without help.