Self-Love is in the Air Blog Hop 1


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Welcome to the Self-Love is in the Air Blog Hop which will be running from May 13th to May 16th.  This hop is sponsored by Ruby Glow — the new sex toy inspired by Tabitha Rayne“Pleasure for the Seated Lady!”

In Celebration of Masturbation Month and Ruby Glow we are posting sexy pictures or stories that are or inspire self-love 🙂  I have a snippet from my book Mastering Inga.  In this piece, Inga has been caught masturbating with her vibrating rubber duck in the shower — which is against the rules.   Master Garrett is taking the children to grandma’s house with instructions on how he expects to find Inga upon his return.

[pullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Walking into the Master bath, she went searching for a towel. Opening the linen closet, she pulled out a brown towel and walked back to the chair. She didn’t want to stain the chair, and with the amount of juice that was weeping from her pussy, she’d definitely leave her mark if she wasn’t careful.[/pullquote]

She drew her sundress over her head, folding it neatly on the dresser. She draped herself over the arm of the chair, and took in a slow, deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, resting her head on the arm on the other side of the chair. It was at times like this that being tall and leggy was not to her advantage. She felt too gangly to fit comfortably in this position. The arm of the chair successfully kept her toes off the floor — which she was pretty sure was the point. It didn’t make enduring the awkward position any easier though. Her clit pressed firmly against the arm of the chair, and though fear should have stolen away her ability to be aroused by the contact, her body apparently didn’t care — as evidenced by the copious production of fittsaft.

The front door opened, the creak of the hinge giving her chills. Instantly, her heart was in her throat. She clenched her fists, tucking them in against her chest. Her ass facing the door only added to her nervousness and humiliation.

She listened to his heavy footfalls on the steps of the staircase. Slowly, he made his way to the room, the snick of the door closing behind him making her draw a quick, frightened breath.

“Well, if that isn’t a sight to behold. I have to say, my dear, you have a gorgeous ass. An ass made for love and discipline.” He pinched it as he walked by, moving around to stand at her head.

Squatting down until he was at eye level with her, his relaxed hands dangled between his knees. “You’ve been a bad girl today, Missy. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice quavered as she said it. She hated showing hesitation or fear. Weakness — that’s what it was. She’d always vowed never to show weakness.

“In case I’ve neglected to say it, I want to tell you now. I love your orgasms. Your body comes alive, every inch of you. You shiver and shake, your breasts wobble and rise with your breaths, your nipples hard as pebbles from your arousal. Your head goes back, and your mouth opens in complete and utter awe. Your eyelids flutter and you clench and unclench your fists with your toes curling and joints cracking in anticipation of the earth shattering orgasms to come. And when that orgasm hits, you shriek and groan deep in your throat, your body stiffening, and that clit of yours peeks through your labia begging to be licked and sucked. And then almost immediately after your fall into the Big O, your body shakes, shivers, and convulses, the thrust of your hips like a jackhammer against my hand, face, or cock, your body milking and squeezing tight upon the invited guest of your hot little cunt.”

He shook his head. “This is why I don’t want to share your orgasms. I’m selfish like that, and I want to be the one to make that happen for you. I want to be the one who gets your juices dripping onto my hand, face, or cock — not a piece of plastic. And the thought of sharing with a goddamned rubber duck just pisses me off. I refuse to share with six inches of plastic that vibrates, and if I do share you with a vibrator, it’ll be my hand that controls how hard it’s pushed in, what it rubs upon, and how intense your orgasm will be. You will not steal those away from me again.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

[pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“I’m sure you think you’re sorry. But I promise you, sweetie, before this evening is over, you’ll be very sorry you played with your toy this morning.”[/pullquote]

He rose, walking behind her and patting her hip. “We’re going to start with a small spanking to get some of the juices running, so to speak, and warm up your clit. Good thinking putting this towel here. Let me see if it’s wet.”

He slid his finger under her sex, tickling her clit before he pulled his hand out. “Oh, Missy, you’ve drenched the towel already. I’ll keep you hydrated today. We want to be sure you keep producing this nectar. I don’t want you going dry with all the stimulation you’ll be receiving today.”

He wiped his finger on the inside of her thigh, and she cried out in surprise at the painful slap of his hand against her bottom. He quickly proceeded to swat her derriere quickly, and very hard. She tried to clench her muscles, her feet coming up automatically, but he had a leg over hers keeping her bent and helpless against his swats. Just as she was starting to mewl with the pain, he quit. He stood over her silently, stroking her buttocks with his soft hands.

“I’m going to be plugging you with a medium-sized butt plug. It’s a vibrating one too. I’m sure it’ll keep you aroused. That arousal will just be the start of what I plan to do to you today.”

The sounds of tearing plastic and ripping paper behind her let her know that he’d purchased this for her. That fact somehow didn’t comfort her.

“I’m going to stretch you for this. You’ll feel cool lube back here. I’m using arousal gel to heighten your arousal. It has ginger oil in it. You’ll feel an intense burn, but the purpose is to increase your clitoral stimulation — and ginger does that perfectly.”

The cap popped open on the container, then a moment later, his cool, slick fingers touched her little hole, making her clench tight. “Uh-uh, relax your anus. If you’re a good girl, it won’t hurt. The choice is yours whether this is comfortable or not.”

He pushed his fingers slowly into her, easing in and out. Every time he exited, it felt like another finger had been added when he pushed back inside. “There we go. Your sphincter just relaxed. You’re ready now for the plug. I’m coating it with the ginger oil and lube. You’ll feel the burn from the ginger, it’ll have a distinct feeling. Have you ever been figged?”

“No, Master.”

“What kind of Dom did you have anyway? Figging and masturbation restriction are pretty common. I’m surprised. Okay. Here we go, girlie. Push back, push like you’re going to the bathroom. It’ll open up your puckered hole.” He eased forward slowly and she felt cool lube being squeezed onto her opening. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing such a good job.”

Then the burn kicked in. “Oh my Gud! What did you put up my asshole?”

“Watch your tone, girl! You’re in enough trouble as it is. Unclench your little rosebud.”

[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Ditt dumma kukhuvud! Jesus. It burns. Oh, Gud!” She tried reaching back to pull the plug out.[/pullquote]

Garrett stopped pushing the plug in to swat the underside of her backside several times at the juncture where the bottom meets the thigh. “I can tell by the tone that what you said wasn’t appropriate. Tell me what you just said.”

“I-I don’t want t-to. You’ll be angry.”

“I’m already upset with you. This can’t make it worse. I know you called me names, I just want to know what you said so I can catalog it in my mind. Now, Inga.”

“I said, ‘you stupid dickhead’ but… I did it because it hurt. I didn’t think you—”

“You didn’t think I’d make you tell me is what you’ve been saying.” He slapped her bottom while holding the plug partially in her little hole. “Let’s continue. I’m adding oil and lube. It hurts. It’s supposed to hurt, but you’ll see very soon that your arousal will climb with that pain.”

Once the plug popped in, Inga let out a sigh of relief. Then a vibration began, a pulsing and roiling in her dark channel that increased gradually until she rocked on the arm of the chair, her pussy spasming in response to the anal vibrations and the heat of the ginger oil.

And just as quickly that vibration was turned down again.

“We’ll keep it at the lowest speed for now. Like I said, it’ll be a constant arousal in the background. C’mon let’s get you up. Bring the towel with you. We’re going to watch a movie now.”

He smiled at her, then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her staring after him.

Is he kidding? How the fuck am I supposed to watch a movie with this thing vibrating in my asshole?

She didn’t want to add to her punishment though, so she followed him, walking with a wide, uncomfortable gait hoping she’d be able to adjust to the girth and vibrations of the plug deep inside her.

* * *

He walked her over to the bar stools.

[pullquote align=”left” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””] “Now I want you to sit down. At least these stools are leather. I can wash them after you’re done polishing them with your fittsaft. I want you to sit so your butt plug and most of your bottom is hanging off the back of the stool.”[/pullquote]

She frowned, but she would’ve stood on her head in a pool of Jell-O at this point to have an orgasm. She sat down, sliding back until her buttocks hung off the stool. Garrett pressed his fingertips on the bottom of the plug and turned the vibration up at the same time. She shrieked, grabbing the edge of the counter top and leaned forward on the stool.

“Uh-uh, no leaning forward or closing your thighs. I want you to open your legs and put your feet on the second rung so your clit is exposed completely.”

Garrett swiveled her to face him, and her clit was red and extended from under the hood. Leaning over, he blew lightly on it reveling in the way it made her body shiver and convulse.

He took mercy on her though. “Okay. I won’t blow on it. Not too much at least.” He winked at her, swiveling her back to face the counter.

She growled low in her throat.

“I wouldn’t misbehave, slave. You’ll be sorry. You don’t want to antagonize the Master at this point, do you?”

He was beginning to think she wasn’t going to answer, then in a sweet voice she said, “No, Master. I don’t want to antagonize you.”

“I didn’t think so. Okay. Now, with your little hole filled and exposed back here, I’m going to play with your plug and change vibrations. While I’m playing with your butt hole, you’re going to be writing me a letter — well, a plea would be more accurate. You’re going to write me a letter, pleading that I give you permission to masturbate. If I give you permission, I’m going to watch you — closely.”

Garrett opened the kitchen drawer and gave her a pad of paper and a pen. “Don’t let me distract you, Missy. Write me the best letter you can write. I want you pleading and begging with everything you have.”

***

[pullquote align=”right” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Dear Lord. How am I supposed to write a letter like this? I think I’m going to die. Can I die of this? Yes, the answer has to be yes.[/pullquote]

 

Inga was so unsure of herself. She’d never been this off balance, unable to focus, or even think. She could feel though. That was it. She felt everything. Every breeze, touch, smell — she even swore she could taste her orgasm. Inside, she was shaking almost nonstop, though she managed to hide that from his keen, observing gaze. Despite all of that, despite her fear, and uncertainty, her pussy and clit still throbbed. She tried to calm herself with a deep breath, but she would do—

“Oh, God. N-nuuuuh!”

He’d turned up the vibrations, pushing and pulling the plug against her sphincter muscles, the vibrations making her pussy convulse and tighten in sympathy with her well-worked ass. Her womb clenched, making her hips thrust forward.

She dropped her pen and clung to the edge of the counter with her eyes closed. “Christ! Gar—Master! I can ‘t do this.” Her voice broke. She felt broken. She needed to come and she’d do just about anything to make that happen. She tilted her hips a little, rocking forward, trying to rub her clit on the seat.

“Oh sweetie, you’re crying. It’s awful to have someone take away an orgasm, isn’t it?” Garrett put his hands on her hips, stopping the rocking. ‘It’s so frustrating because you want it so bad. It’s yours. Your body. Your orgasm. It’s your body — you want it all to yourself.”

“Yes, Master,” she said with a sob, choking on her tears.

“Now you know how I felt. That orgasm belonged to me. I wanted it all to myself, when I wanted it.”

His forefinger tapped her clit. “This? This little button here?”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Each touch of his forefinger was as maddening as it was gentle.

[pullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]“This little clitty is mine, and mine alone. It doesn’t even belong to you anymore. As a slave, you gave this to me. You asked me to be your Master. You said you wanted to do this — and part of being a slave is giving your precious orgasms to me. I want to watch you fall apart with your release. Watch you convulse and scream as you collapse into my arms, spent, sweaty, smelling of sex and sweet come.”[/pullquote]

 

That’s all for now but make sure to click over to Tabitha Rayne’s site to read the other stories or look at the pictures 🙂 And feel free to buy Mastering Inga by clicking the book cover below 🙂

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One thought on “Self-Love is in the Air Blog Hop

  • Tabitha R

    Gosh, that was intense! Thank you for taking part in the hop!
    I loved this bit “I love your orgasms. Your body comes alive, every inch of you. You shiver and shake, your breasts wobble and rise with your breaths” how wonderful to be adored 🙂
    x x