Evening 3 Sectem, 515 K.E.
Dear Diary,
What a weird day. I was so confused about what was going on I couldn't really think straight. Master said we should just work when things get like that. She seemed frustrated all day too. She kept muttering under her breath about Sir Wilkes needing to knock or something. For work Master got an order from the local blacksmith for some tempering fuel. When a blacksmith sprays it into their forge, it changes the tensile strength of the metal within the core as opposed to the outside layer. It's how they make swords with both an extra durable edge and the same flex that makes it easy to use.
Making the tempering fuel is really easy. We had enough of the base reactant from yesterday. All we needed was to add the fertilizer to it, then heat it at the right temperature. My job is to serve as an incubator and mixer for the fertilizer mix. For lunch master gave me the starter gel and some gruel. That part is no fun. Gruel leaves me feeling hungry and the starter gel tastes nasty. Master lets me wash my mouth out with water, but I can't swallow any. After that, she takes me over to the stocks so she can hook me up to the mixer. I lay down on a padded bench and Master straps my chest, legs and hips in place. There's places to hold my wrists too, but we don't really need those. Master got the stocks refurbished from somewhere that used to interrogate prisoners. Sometimes I think about all the bad people who were tied to this thing while they confessed their sins. I don't know why but it makes me kinda wet.
While she makes the mix for the fertilizer, Master usually lets me read a book. Usually it's books about alchemy so that I know what we're doing. Today she gave me the book that Hoyt was reading to me. It got me thinking about Hoyt again, and I got really wet. I asked Master about it, and she asked me if I wanted Hoyt to help out some day. When I looked confused, Master started putting the lube on my butt and told me to imagine that it was Hoyt doing it. I almost came right away! I told Master that we should ask him to help out sometime, then I suggested that we have Sir Wilkes help too! For some reason that got Master all embarrassed again. Master's so shy! I think I'll help her out and ask for her sometime. Won't she be surprised!
After Master lubed my butthole up, it was time to start mixing. First, Master took the cold mix and squirted it up my butt. I was still thinking about Hoyt and It felt much better than it usually does. Master put a vibrating plug in, and let the solution settle inside me. The solution fizzles while it's inside, it tickles a lot and makes you feel nice and cool down there. Eventually all the fizz goes away and it's time for the hot solution. For this, Master puts a hose on the plug and starts shooting the hot mix in with small squirts at a time. Every time a hot squirt goes in, the mixture starts fizzing again. It also makes a really nice feeling of warmth go up and down my body. That's the part I like best about this kind of alchemy.
I wasn't thinking of anything but how good it feels and Hoyt at the time, but now I wonder. Who originally thought these methods up? It's not like somebody could figure this stuff out without trying it. Then again, some of the stuff you do while cooking is pretty weird too. Somebody thought of tying up a roast before cooking it, and then somebody figured out how to make pudding from the drips. Blacksmithing too. Who was the first person that decided to stick rocks in a fire and see what happened when he hit them with a hammer? People must do some strange stuff when they get curious.
This process keeps me on edge a long time. It's really frustrating when I can't come, but it's kinda fun waiting for it to finally happen. Master likes to play around too, she always waits until I settle down before adding another squirt of the hot mix. I was getting pretty worked up thinking about Hoyt while the plug kept vibrating. Eventually I started calling out his name. Is that why Master is always calling Hedran's name? I got even more excited when I called for Hoyt. I also felt even more frustrated. I can't really explain what it was that got me so excited by calling Hoyt's name, but it suddenly felt like I wasn't going to be satisfied with my orgasm if Hoyt didn't cause it. I kept getting closer and closer but it just wasn't enough anymore. I couldn't come, and by the time we were getting close to finishing I was screaming Hoyt's name. He must have heard me and thought something was wrong, because he crashed through the door with a worried look on his face. I'm sorry for worrying you Hoyt!
As soon as I looked him in the eyes, I climaxed. It was the biggest orgasm I'd have ever had up till then! I sprayed Master in the face and even squeezed the plug hard enough that it bent a little. Hoyt was just staring at me from the door, and his face was really red. I don't think I would have stopped cumming as long as I was looking him in the eyes. I ran out of breath and almost fainted though. Hoyt came over and asked me if I was okay, he was really worried! He was kind of angry when he asked Master what was going on. Master took him out of the room and I didn't hear what they said, but soon Master pushed Hoyt back in and shut the door behind him...
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Daylily gasped every time Hoyt's hand brushed against her as he unstrapped her from the frame. She couldn't understand why she was so sensitive. Every contact with her master's brother soothed her flesh with a warm but wild sensation. Her body seemed to seek the tactile sensation of being touched. It made her weak and yet energized her at the same time.
As the last of the straps came off Daylily tried to rise. The symphony of new sensual sensations had left her weaker than she realized, though, and she swooned into Hoyt's arms. Her head against his chest, she could hear his heartbeat. Strong and fast. The sound pleased her, as did the warmth of his body against her cheek. Hoyt hefted her body to carry her to the bath, and she found herself trying to touch as much of her body as she could to his. No matter how much she felt him, it didn't seem to be enough.
