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Here’s my 500-word contribution for this week’s Masturbation Monday (#280) featuring the lovely and hardworking Marie Rebelle—hostess of The Smut Marathon and sex blog, Rebel’s Notes. Still, I did get an assist from another writing prompt as well…just to mix things up a bit. Get the deets below.
The Story Behind the Story
I’ll start by saying that Ms. Marie Rebelle’s image was more than enough to inspire the storyline I opted to go with this week. (If you haven’t clicked on the MM link above to see what I’m talking about…you should.)
However, as an added challenge, I used a 10-word writing prompt—taken from a Discord server I follow and whose random words had to be used in the exact order they had been presented in the challenge—to help shape the naughty tale below. I didn’t highlight the words this time. But, let’s see if we might have a little fun with that…
►► Reader Challenge:Can you pick-out the 10 prompted words I used?
Leave your guess in the comments below, and I will let you know which words you guessed correctly. After a few days, I will update the story and bold-italicize which 10 words were borrowed from the writing prompt.
I tried to make the prompted words inconspicuous. Still, some were harder than other to blend in seamlessly the tale I wove. Perhaps you’ll pick them out, but I hope not.
A Wedding Party
I’d not recoup my dignity after today. As it was, I could only stare at the spilt mango chutney on the table near my head and accept what was happening. Clanking dinnerware and scoffing jeers accompanied the force of my husband’s thrusts from the moment Ryan leaned me over the table, lifted my dress, and began to fuck me in the hotel banquet room…right in front of all our guests.
“Look at her…she has to be so humiliated right now,” I heard an unknown woman say. “Do you think she’ll be one of those divorce filers who claim ‘irreconcilable differences’ before the honeymoon’s over?”
Everyone laughed. So did Ryan, whose variability in fucking demonstrated that I didn’t have his full attention, despite moving relentlessly within my cum-starved hole. Intermittent laughter filled the space between my panted breaths until I began to moan, which was when he pulled out of me abruptly.
“You don’t get to come yet, slut. Now clean your juice off my cock. Then go back to our room and get in your cage.”
I lowered myself and took his tangy thickness deeply into my mouth while the guests continued to taunt me. Many of my persecutors were Ryan’s lovers. Most of them were jealous he’d chosen me over them. So, I took my time sucking him clean—slowly, lovingly—making sure I removed every trace of me.
Ryan caressed my cheek when I finished, and I smiled up at him. At his signal, I left as commanded. Our guests would finish the meal without me, though Ryan would hand-feed me later—after everything wound down. Until then, I’d be able to contemplate the day’s events from the solitude of my cage.
Soon enough, they’d all return to the suite. I’d no doubt they’d be naked within minutes and springing upon Ryan’s rampant erection one after the other—at least that’s usually what happened at the orgy-like parties I was no longer allowed to attend. But I’d still hear everything.
Ryan instructed me to leave the bedroom door open this time…considering it was a special day. I was even instructed to wait until I heard the tell-tale sounds of his impending orgasm before I was allowed to cum too. No one knew he was such a softy…despite his stern demeanor.
It’s just as well my family opted not to attend; they’d disliked Ryan from the beginning. Nothing about today would change that. Still, they had no idea how much I enjoyed being my Master’s slave. They already thought I suffered from some sort of brain abnormality, but he really wasn’t the cur they thought him to be.
I was the real monster—a raving nympho who was out of control—until I found a man who knew how to curb my self-destructive behavior through discipline and sexual deprivation. Sure, it wasn’t the kind of wedding reception a typical bride dreamed about. But, I had never been typical…nor more content. I looked forward to many years of happiness and horniness. ■ (507 words)
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Beatrix_B | The Pink Seam © 2020
Masturbation Monday is a long-standing, weekly writing meme hosted by Kayla Lords. Want to join in and share your smutty tales and sexy perspectives? Read the rules here!
