Lucy Does New Haven

Darling Slave

I've read your assignment with great interest. Don't worry about topping from the bottom, you did exactly as I instructed. The activities you mentioned are of course very intriguing and arousing. I noticed how excited you were when thanking Jacqui for the lovely collar she crafted for you and the look in your beautiful eyes when she mentioned that she would be happy to have an active hand in your training.

I did consider the possibilities when we began exploring The Image of what it would be like to enact many of the scenes in that story. I too envisioned acting them out with Jacqui in the Clare role. That's definitely something we will investigate and I'm fairly certain that Jacqui will be more than happy to join us.

As far as fisting goes, I am very intrigued by that and always have been. I have limited experience with that activity, one partner and I did explore vaginal fisting, and I must say I did enjoy it and would be very happy to do it with you. My only hesitancy is a tiny reticence to stretch you too much. I have to say you are such a perfect fit for me and selfishly doing anything that might alter that would be a shame. Anal fisting would be something we should proceed on with caution for the same reason, not only for my pleasure, but also for your health and safety. I would never do anything to harm or endanger you, no matter how much you crave it. That said, it will be much fun to try to prepare you for that safely. I refer you to my motto, "If it ain't sensual and it ain't mutual it ain't S&m."

You said you're intrigued by golden showers. Are you familiar with the Surf Punks' song, "Water Sports?" Anyway, I think we could certainly try that. What is it that appeals to you about it? Is it the dirty connotation, or is it the implicit severe submission? Maybe a bit of humiliation? Whatever turns you on about it, like anything else, if it turns you on, I would certainly be happy to explore any and all of your kinks, my love.

Now, we come to the more extreme things you mentioned. Infibulation is the right word, although there is more to it than sewing the labia shut in the literal definition and I'm sure you aren't talking about the female circumcision part of the exercise. I would never do that to you partly because I have too much fun playing with my clit, and I wouldn't want to remove that source of your pleasure. That would be neither sensual nor mutual. However, sewing you shut with a remote egg inside might be delightful fun. I think we should start by clamping rather than sewing, a dry run so to speak. Having control over a vibrating egg inside you while we're out in public does sound deliciously wicked.

Finally, extreme tit torture. I've seen some of that online and I understand what you said about it. Like driving by a car wreck on the highway, it's hard to take your eyes off the carnage and impossible to erase your memory afterward, but it's scary to think about. That is something to file away for maybe later. I think. It would be difficult for me to do anything that extreme to you.

You took your assignment seriously, baby, I'm impressed. I also love your wicked mind and the way you get into the spirit of the thing. We're going to have so much fun.

That said, I've read the message you left on my phone about leaving for two weeks in New Haven for tryouts tomorrow. It caught me off guard, but I think it opens up some interesting horizons for us to explore. I guess we'll be separated for a bit. Instead of letting the separation negatively impact what we've begun, I think we can use it to strengthen our connection.

I've never actively sought any long-distance relationships, but I think it could be fascinating to see if what I've heard from people who have made them work and see if it could build on what we have. Think about absence making the heart grow fonder while we cultivate our love through email, texts, hot phone calls and the occasional face time sessions.

We should put together a travel toy set for you to act out my instructions and allow us to share the sort of play we share enjoyment of in person. If you agree to this experiment, I would be very interested to see if we can help you achieve delicious orgasms and sub space pleasure by following my instructions. We could share play sessions on face time or skype that would titillate and fulfill both of us with a real visual connection and fill it out with phone sex and texts.

We'll discuss this this tonight when I get home from the shop.

I love you, baby.

I left that letter on her pillow before going to the shop. I spent the morning assembling a couple of processing racks for the show we were building and planning for ways to implement the suggestions I'd broached in the letter. It was tempting to see what fun could be had from pursuing some of the admittedly onanistic elements of what I'd proposed.

I considered what items should be in her toy kit. We already had several of them, but I decided on special additions before I visited Jacqui's shop during my lunch break.

I ran some of my thoughts by Jacqui and she agreed that I was on the right track. She suggested several additions that were deliciously wicked. Big surprise there, Jacqui is one of the most perverse of all the people I've ever met in the scene. She also practically demanded to pay us a visit as soon as Lucy concluded her hiatus on the road. Knowing that Lucy had been interested in doing a scene with her, I promised that we would get together upon her return from the theatrical hinterland.

I always eagerly anticipated returning to Lucy during my day at work but knowing that I would not have her there for a couple of weeks soon sweetened the anticipation. I was excited by the prospect of helping her assemble the toy bag that she would use when we played long-distance.

When I returned home my gorgeous slave awaited me, kneeling, in all her naked glory by the side of our bed. Her magnificent tits were held proudly outthrust beckoning my attention. Her tousled red curls leant their mystique, and her amazing eyes flashed happily, showing her joy at my arrival.

I hurried to her side and grabbed a handful of the amazing red locks, then tipped her head back so I could kiss her lovely mouth. Our tongues dueled as we savored each other. I reached a hand down to cup a perfect breast and she melted into my caress. I flipped the bag of toys I'd brought onto the bed and drew her up into my arms. Our bodies pressed together aggressively as we sought each other's heat, and we toppled back onto the bed and joined in the time-honored way.

We fucked like the proverbial monkeys, quickly bringing each other to powerful orgasms. One was not enough, and the penetration slowed slightly so we could enjoy the second pass more leisurely as I slid slowly in and out of her slickness. Her muscles gripped me in their velvet glove. We kissed like we'd been apart for days, not hours, anticipating the enjoyment of something we knew we would soon be denied.

Eventually our lust softened into simple affection letting us gently caress ech other, kissing and stroking without fever, just appreciating how much we enjoyed each other.

"Master, your letter suggested ways we could turn separation into a great adventure. Tell me about it."

"We'll send you off with a bag of toys, implements you can stimulate your body with at my direction in similar ways to how we play together."

"So, you'll instruct me how you want me to hurt and pleasure myself for you and masturbate for our mutual delight. Will you be stroking my beautiful cock for me at the same time."

"Yes, baby."

"And I can watch you cum for me inspired by what you've watched me do."

"Yes, we'll give each other encouragement as we please ourselves for each other's enjoyment and stimulation."

"That sounds like it could be really hot, Master."

"I think it will be."

"I love you so much, Master."

"And I love you, baby. This will be very good for us. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I'll try to visit on the weekends. It's handy that I don't have a show."

"Yes, please visit."

She threw her arms around my neck and smothered me with kisses all over my face and neck. Her hand dropped down, and she began fondling my cock before it started to rise from her attention.

"May I suck your cock, Master?"

"Of course you may."

She bent gleefully to her task, taking my stiffening member greedily between her lips, assaulting it with her tongue and plunging it deep in her throat while cupping my balls and caressing them. I lay back, the better to enjoy her loving attentions.

Her mouth was relentless, the tongue action insistently swirling around my crown with its tip teasing into my slit while her hands worked me lovingly, one caressing my balls while the other milked the base of my shaft.

When my balls drew up preparing for the building orgasm, she squeezed them gently as if to propel as much semen from them and into her voracious mouth as possible. I grabbed a double handful of her magnificent hair and thrust deep into her throat firing stream after stream of scalding cum. She gulped my offering down greedily.

When she slowly released my wilting cock from her mouth, she licked it lovingly like a lollipop and softly stroked my balls.

"Master, I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me too baby, but we can turn the separation into that red-hot adventure if we want."

"Tell me Master."

"Every night we'll have a call, and I'll instruct you to play with yourself for me. We're going to assemble a toy bag for you filled with a collection of wicked toys that you'll work my bits with for me to watch."

"Mmm, that does sound hot. What about you?"

"You will cum for me, even go to subspace and then you can watch as I cum for you. It will be my hands, but it will feel very much like we're together when I cum for you."

"That does sound good."

"It'll be whatever we make it, baby. I have faith that we can prevail."

She laughed happily at this and reached for the bag I'd brought with me.

"Did you get lots of sexy toys?"

"Of course."

"May I see them, please, Master."

I grabbed the bag and dumped the contents out on the sheet.

Lucy's eyes lit up and she gleefully dug into the pile of wicked implements. I'd picked up fresh supplies of each disposable item like lube, icy hot, as well as some additions like the marvelous three clamp clovers Jacqui had provided. That wicked implement seemed to fascinate her the most. We piled all the toys we could think of there on the sheet and then deposited them in a new dop kit bag.

When we'd finished there was a standard set of clovers, a toothbrush, the cork with a needle embedded eye end first, the lube, liniment, a rubber band, the light flogger, a jeweled butt plug, two dildoes, a candle, and a vibrator egg with a remote controller.

The triple clovers remained out because Lucy had begged me to put them on her the way I envisioned her applying them when we had our face time calls. Before doing that, I needed her thoroughly aroused, so I made the selfish executive decision to prepare her with my mouth, an activity I adore. She was already quite wet and eager for my tongue, so when I slipped it inside her the reaction was rewarding for both of us. I didn't want her to cum too soon, so I curtailed the fun fairly soon, leaving her edgy and needing what was to come.

"Oh, Master may I cum, please?"

"Not yet baby."

When she tried to sit up, I pushed her back and leaned in between her legs. I took the clovers in hand and lay them in position between her splayed thighs. Then I took one outer labium in my fingers, stretching it out from her before applying one of the clamps. She grunted as it dug into her tender flesh. Once it was well seated with a fierce grip, I pulled it out away from her, stretching it, making her whimper. I repeated the process on her other lip before pulling them apart to open her beautiful pussy to my view. She tried to stay still despite her need for relief and the pain from the clovers biting her curtains while I captured her swollen clit in the jaws of the third clamp. She cried out as the vicious addition to the wicked triad bit into her tender flesh.

With the cruel tools doing their worst on her pussy her whimpers grew more intense. I toyed with them, pulling her labia apart firmly, stretching them cruelly.

"Grab the one on your clit, baby,"

She obeyed timidly and took tentative hold of the metal handle. She sniffled and her eyes teared.

"How's that?"

'It hurts, Master."

"I know baby. But you need this, don't you."

"God help me, Master, I do need it, and I need you so much. I love you with all my heart."

"Would you still like to cum for me?"

"Yes, please, Master, may I?"

"Yes, baby. You may play with the clover on your clit until you cum. Roll it, twist it, shake it, spin it any way you like."

"Thank you, wonderful Master."

She went to work with the clamp, torturing herself for our mutual enjoyment. Her passionate exclamations made the process more delightful for me as she built her own pleasure to fever pitch before crying out ecstatically in a shaking and shuddering climax.

I stroked her sweaty brow and kissed her lips tenderly as the last spasms of her joy shook her.

"And that's how we will keep the home fires burning while you're in the hinterlands. We could also use two on my perfect nipples with the third on that naughty clit."

That thought made her moan. It was a mixture of fear and need.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you, Master. May I suck your cock again, please?"

"I thought you'd never ask. One for the road, eh?"

I couldn't resist chuckling at her eagerness when she moved into position.

"Yes, Master. I will burn for the chance to touch you again while I watch you take care of yourself on our calls for me to just watch."

She made a pouty moue and cast her eyes down.

"I promise I'll come up for the weekends, baby."

The cloudy look vanished quickly at my vow and she grinned broadly, leaned down to take my cock and balls in hand and plunge her mouth around my cock. She sucked me with a determination that was spectacular, taking me deep in her throat and fondling my balls delicately yet provocatively. It was a truly spectacular blow job and considering the quality of her previous work that was amazing.

When I fired my load, she collected it in her mouth and slowly savored every drop, gradually allowing it to work its way down her throat as she smiled happily at me like a contented cat that had just caught the canary.

We fell into each other's arms and drifted off to sleep, happy and sated.

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