Normal :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 31 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 #Normal and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

I decided to use Normal as the prompt to link in with the release of my new ebook of the same name, I’m really looking forward to what you all do with it this week!

Please remember to include a link back to this post, please use the link back text supplied if you’re unsure of how to do this, 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 #Normal

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This weeks contribution from me is the opening scene from my new ebook, Normal, of course it is both a shameless plug and a little bit of a cheat,  but I’m the boss round here and any one wanting to argue can form an orderly queue to be dealt with later.

Ruby.

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The door was a normal looking door, in a normal looking house in a normal looking street.

But then again, I’m a normal looking girl knocking on a normal looking door of a normal looking house in a normal looking street.

Eddie shook the thought from her head; too many “normals” in there for her liking.

Her preference ran far from the range of normal, her mind was tuned in such a way that it didn’t see the barriers to fulfilling its desires that others did.

Whichever, she was here and the adrenaline was pumping thoroughly through her. She loved this moment, the last moment that she could turn and walk away, the last moment before she submerged herself into whatever desires Madame had conceived for them today.

It seemed so simple to turn up at a new address and submit to the pleasures of her Madame and whichever play mate she had found. But the preparations always took time, for both of them. At first Madame had taken weeks to find the right person, but now as word had got around of the sweet fuck slut that she kept, there seemed to be a never ending list of addresses to be sent to.

Her own preparations took up a small part of every day, from the preparation of her body to the stocking of her wardrobe and sex toys.   Every day there was something, Madame knew this and counted on it to keep Eddie focused and primed for the weekly fuck-fest, one day a week to be touched, fondled, squeezed, pinched, opened, fingered, licked, eaten, splattered, mined, ploughed: Fucked.

I wonder if I’ll ever get bored of this ritual, Eddie thought as she double checked the address one last time with her instructions. She wondered if she would ever get bored of this ritual, if it would ever change.  Shaking her head again to dismiss the foolish thought she rang the bell, as she waited she listened for the hum of voices and the fall of footstep and focused on the clenching in her cunt.

Despite the array of channels open to them to communicate they existed in a lopsided snail-mail/email waltz. Eddie waited on Tuesday’s post to bring her the six pages or so of instructions because Madame would only communicate to her by letter. Old fashioned ink crawling across the pages, listing the steps of Eddie’s dance towards her weekly release. And she could only reply by email. She thought this a particularly cruel balance, the knowing that Madame could reply in the wink of a cursor to soothe and pet her. At first she felt Madame was pretentious in the conceit, but now it was part of the game, part of her life. Now it was normal.

So once again, here she stood; a normal looking girl on the normal looking doorstep of a normal looking house in a normal looking street, feeling the normal feeling of orgasm welling up in her.

The door opened; her body trembled, deep muscles working to the familiar pattern, breath coming in gasps now, close, so close and finally the word, soft womanly breath with the strike of command, pride of ownership ripping through the four letters, ripping through her;

“C-O-M-E.”

This was how every play date started—with Eddie’s absolute, uncontrolled submission. A familiar ritual and one she found comfort in, the shedding of self and the morphing into a purely sexual creature, wanton and willing, eager and open to please all who her Madame chose.

Her training had been months of slow, careful nurturing. Madame had been so attentive, lavishing her words on Eddie, gifting her orgasm after orgasm until they were both intimately acquainted with her body’s responses. Eddie sometimes missed that frivolous, more intimate, time with Madame, a time without the others.

But when she heard that single word of command that brought her to her knees and opened her up to pleasures beyond bearing she knew that this was the place to be. Every part of this ritual was scribed deep in her.

Madame’s command resonated through her body. Her flesh reacted, blood accelerated, breath shortened, knees buckled and hands grabbed for support. Eddie fell to her knees on the doorstep and gave herself over to the blissful loss of self.

As the spine bucking tremors subsided, her senses drifted back. Madame was crouched by her. One hand on her nape, the other lifting her skirt and running a finger through her cum-slicked flesh.

“My angel, well done. As ever a perfect performance.”

These words, whispered in her ear, to hear Madame’s pride and pleasure in her were the real rewards. The orgasms and the juicy fucking were all so many body parts and fluids, but this moment, was a moment more intimate than anything she would give of her body.

As Eddie sucked her cum from the fingers presented to her, Madame invited their host to his first touch of her. His trouser leg brushed her face as he stepped past her, she was only halfway across the threshold, the cooler air outside prickled her skin. He dropped to his knee behind her, spread her cunt lips and wiped along her slit with his fingers.

“You have a very beautiful pet, Madame.”

A voice low, soaked in power and crackling with lust.  She could tell a lot from a first touch. Madame always chose their play partners well, but, of course, everyone was different and each person’s interpretation of her  reflected that. Some treated her as a set of convenient holes, some as slave and others revered her as a priceless object, a goddess to be worshiped through their own dominance.

This host seemed somewhere in between, desirous of her complete submission but careful and mindful of her, his sure touch was firm, controlled rather than immediately owning or invading her.

Of course she was going to end up delightfully aching and wrung out, covered in the sweat and cum of her and the two others, but she knew this man would never lose sight of her and the fact she was on loan to him. Though she would do all in her power to pleasure him, her primary allegiance was to her Madame.

“May I?” he asked Madame.

He was so courteous (always a good sign) though of course he knew the answer, the question a mere formality, a show of politeness and deference.

“Of course, Alain, please take your pleasures.”

She was ready for him, for the two fingers he pushed into her, the first filling of her. She gasped, another first moment that she always enjoyed on these dates. Her cunt so wet, from her anticipation and her orgasm, received him willingly, greedily. The flat of his other hand placed on her buttocks as he burrowed into her, a low predatory gasp escaping his throat as he pushed into her.

One, two quick thrusts and he pulled his fingers out of her, wiped the cum on her raised skirt and stood up.

“Let’s move this inside, shall we, Madame? Your pet is everything you promised me so far. Thank you.”

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6 Responses to Normal :: Wank Wednesday

  1. Elizabeth N. Spire September 20, 2011 at 6:20 pm #

    My Wankwednesday offering for #Normal can be found at http://blog.unseenwords.com/2011/09/wankwednesday-normal.html – your linky thing is missing…
    Liz x

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    • Ruby September 20, 2011 at 8:03 pm #

      Oh dear, it would help if I’d actually set it up!

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  2. Sxybklvr September 21, 2011 at 4:19 am #

    Hmmm, it was here earlier, and it’s gone again.

    http://undercovermetamorphosis.wordpress.com/2011/09/20/expectations/

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  3. Robert September 21, 2011 at 9:30 pm #

    I’ve added my contribution, was having trouble with the widget, so added a link instead for this week. Hopefully I can have it sorted for next week.

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  4. EroticMoonbeam September 23, 2011 at 7:13 am #

    Bit late this week – sorry! and I forgot to put my name on the linky thing *face palm *

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  5. Gemma Jones September 24, 2011 at 1:47 am #

    As always your piece is delicious. Looking forward to purchasing a copy of Normal for extra pleasure.

    Reply

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