I sit in the darkness, ignored, unused; waiting for the touch of my Mistress. The room is warm and I doze as I wait. I dream of escape, of days spent in the sun with the Woman I love and serve; but always there is a shadow watching from the wings. Watching and waiting. It is Him ...
I don’t know how long I just sit in the dark, drifting in and out of consciousness; but; unexpectedly and desperately welcomed, I hear Her footsteps. With a swoosh the door opens and cool blue light lances across the room to caress my trembling white skin. She walks in, smiling in anticipation. Dainty footsteps bringing Her close to me. Almost casually She grazes my side with Her fingers and I gasp. Unable to speak, I simply accept her touch.
She is at once coy and seductive, subtle but direct; and over it all is Her ownership of me. I swoon at the power of Her soul.
Crouching down to be on my level, She opens me up with delicately manicured fingers. I hold my breath, giving my all to Her. I feel something soft entering me and I look down, She is pressing her sweet silky panties inside my welcoming opening. I am filled with joy to be receiving this boon, Her very essence is infused through the softness, and She is giving it to me.
Gently She presses me closed and her fingers wander upwards to my trembling button. She strokes it and then flicks it lightly, my juices beginning to flow; swirling to soak her gift. Deep inside my body I am spinning, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
My Mistress presses close, her legs against my sides as she grinds her crotch into me. I vibrate with the thrill of it and the vibrations search out my Mistress’s centre; raising her higher and higher. Her crotch moves in circles, mirroring the tumbling within me. Faster and faster we move, each lifted towards an inevitable climax.
Arching her back my Mistress screams and thrusts against me. I am all in a spin; cycling through waves of ecstasy.
A car pulls up in the driveway outside and sounds its horn. She pushes herself away from me, guilt painting Her face scarlet. I am frozen in place, how could She just drop me like this? Without a backward glance She hurries to the door. In Her haste She leaves the door ajar and I see Him; returned early from work.
“Hi honey, I managed to escape before the rush. What are you up to? You look flushed ...”
“Nothing darling; just doing some washing.”
The door clicks shut and I sit in the dark, my juices cooling as they drain away ...
Author notes
The Erotic Challenge (Round 6)
This time around you will all be giving erotic personification to everyday household items....
I want to feel like your item is erotic. Let it speak to me....Eroticly
Feel free to use metaphores and LOTS of creativity!
Tattboy.....................washing machine
Please tell me what you think
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Ever thought of writing...
Washing machine adverts?
Very enjoyable, thank-you.
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Thanks for the comment Jeff, glad you liked it
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ha ha ha washing machine eh!!! Oh how those things can be glorious...and I just now looked at the border
ha ha ha that is very funny!
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Thanks a lot for the comment. Glad you enjoyed the poem (and the border )
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Ummmmmmmmmm WOW I will never look at my washing machine the same way again This is just excellent my friend. You never cease to amaze me with your writes. I have been fortunate enough to be able to follow this whole challenge and there is never a time where you have disappointed me
Another perfect score, very well done Best of luck in the continuing challenge. be well and be blessed
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Thanks a lot for the comment (and the praise!).
The challenge has been a good one because it has gone off on a range of different directions.
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This is pure brilliance at its best!!!!!!
wow.....
im gonna be blushing at every load from now on LOL
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Thank you - Lexie - I am glad you enjoyed it
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Some women mistreat their appliances? No never. Seriously this was brilliant and i laughed a lot when i finally got it (the poor washer though). You deserve a 100 for this challenge darling. Exceptional use of metaphor - are you never going to get published?????
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I keep threatening to compile a book of My poems (two actually, one BDSM one not) but have not managed to get around to it ...
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Well done Master on another perfect 100 The more i read of Your work the more i realize just how unique You truly are.
Claps again (can't give You more coz i gave You the last time, but i owe You )
Forever Yours, -
wow i really enjoyed reading this. lol my washer is now on the spin cycle, i wonder if i shoud go downstairs and join it. this was a great write and one that i am sure i will enjoy reading again and again.
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Thank you for the kind comment.
I hope you and your washer have a beautiful life together.
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This is a very stimulating write Tattboy. You have given your very best as you do in every round. This leaves me feeling sorry for the the washer, as if it was used and abused...lol
Great job!
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Thank you very much for the comment and for the 100 points
I really enjoyed this challenge.
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You did this one with the flair that is You ... well done Master!
It was really sweet too ... my heart actually went out to that poor washing machine - some women truly are horrid aren't they?
Forever Yours,
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Thank you My pet. Yes some women really do mistreat their appliances.
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This was great. I loved the suspense near the end. It made me think of people fearing getting caught doing something they're not supposed to do. Good luck in the challenge.
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Glad you liked it Arzab. I had fun with this one.
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