Cloud :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 22 of  Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #cloud and then use the link widget to add it to the list. Please remember to include a link back to this post in your post, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.  Thank you for writing and reading.

This weeks prompt is #cloud

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Cloud hated her name. Who did her fucking Dom think he was to give it to her? She really was very fond of him but his pretentions at spirituality did make him a bit of a wanker, an endearing wanker, but still, Cloud, how fucking embarrassing?
She sat in her bedroom getting dressed for the local kink night, all she really wanted was to get there, get spread-eagled, flogged and fingered, maybe suck a cock or two, then come home and be fucked into blissful abandon. Instead she had to sit at his feet and answer to the name of Cloud all fucking night.
She applied her make-up, white and silver, as prescribed by her Dom, buckled on her white patent collar, squeezed into the dark blue latex dress, shaking her head at the silver flash down it.
Oh for fucks sake she looked like a groupie from a Kiss concert.
Still this was Southend not New York and the scene was kind of local. Cloud liked to think that his insistence on white stilettos was an ironic nod to the reputation of Essex Girls, but she doubted it.

Cloud was ready as Harris rang the doorbell, he knew that she hated her name and the tacky, dated look he had chosen for her, but that was a part of her appeal. He enjoyed her pouting sardonic, acceptance of his silly demands, it made it all the more fun to have her naked and begging for him later in the night, to have stripped and whipped away her knowing cynicism replacing it with panting, fetid lust.
The only thing he found slightly disappointing was that she accepted the pretentions as a part of him, didn’t question that they might be a pretence, until she realised that they were all a part of an act, a part of her training, to deliver her sweet and willing, non-judgemental and in the moment, well until then, he’d keep on dressing her like a 1970’s prog rockers wet dream.

 

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Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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6 Responses to Cloud :: Wank Wednesday

  1. Angel July 18, 2011 at 8:31 pm #

    Ok I am up

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  2. sandie July 20, 2011 at 6:18 am #

    me too! :-D

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  3. Laura July 20, 2011 at 6:38 am #

    Me too.

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  4. bel69 July 20, 2011 at 2:04 pm #

    Sound like fun… ok I’m game too ;)

    Reply
  5. Gemma Jones July 21, 2011 at 4:39 am #

    I love it!!!! Absolutely love it.

    Reply
  6. Denstar65 July 21, 2011 at 3:24 pm #

    Brilliant Ruby absolutely love it! Dx

    Reply

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