Well, say vanilla with sprinkles.

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Today is D-Day-- I have SHITLOADS to do before leaving for winter break-- but then there is winter break, which is a time for catching up on unfinished business, and starting new business, such as putting together a Slavefic Tropes wiki (seriously, who can make a website? I can't, I'm technologically impaired). So hopefully I will be around more this coming next week.

In the meantime, have a story that is the closest you will probably ever see me come to v- v- v-

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---VANILLA HET.








Lee stood very still in the middle of the floor, naked and with his hands clasped behind his back, as Mona, still dressed, circled him slowly.

"You're gorgeous," she said from behind him. "Don't move."

Lee wasn't moving. He didn't think he was very gorgeous, especially from behind, with his scars on full display, but he wasn't saying anything, either.

He could feel her behind him-- her warmth, her breath at his back-- a moment before the hands closed around his upper arms. He shivered as soft lips kissed his neck.

Mona ran her hands down Lee's arms, and then along his sides; he shivered again, trying not to squirm. Then she took her hands off him and walked around in front of him. He wasn't supposed to move. He kept his eyes on the floor.

"You have to do exactly as I say," said Mona.

Lee swallowed and nodded.

"Or I'll panic."

Lee looked up, startled, and as he watched, she took hold of the edges of her tunic and pulled it over her head. Her body was plump, rounded, her breasts full and ripe and lovely, bigger than Inga's, with soft, dark pink nipples, and--

She touched, without looking at either them or Lee, the puffy, raised circles that marked and marred the smooth, golden rounds of flesh. Then she turned around and showed him her back.

"Oh," Lee whispered, as she turned back around and sat down on the floor, spreading her legs. He didn't understand why until she pointed again, at the soft golden flesh of her inner thighs, and he saw more scars.

"You don't have to do this," she said, looking up at Lee and closing her legs. "But if we do do it, you have to stop-- the second I tell you to. If I tell you to."

"I will," said Lee, and Mona nodded.

"I think it will be okay," she said, hunching over a little as if to hide her naked body. "It was okay with Mr. Larssen, because he stopped if I-- well, even if I didn't say anything, sometimes he stopped anyway. He'd hold me-- and he'd still be hard-- but he'd be telling me it was okay, not to worry about it. He never punished me, not for that. For having to stop."

"Did he punish you for other things?" Lee asked, because Mr. Larssen had never punished Lee for anything at all.

Mona nodded again. "When I set fire to the house, he punished me for that."

Lee laughed a little, and Mona smiled and said, "No, I'm serious."

"You set fire to the house?" Lee asked, not believing it.

"Well, not the whole house," said Mona. "Just, um. Part of it."

"Which part?" Lee asked, still not entirely convinced she was serious, though his mind was bringing up a faint memory of someone asking whether Lee, like Mona, ever "played with matches."

"The training room," said Mona seriously. "I made a big pile of everything-- all the whips and stuff-- in the middle of the room, and soaked it all with cooking sherry, and threw in a match, and then I ran and got in the bathtub. You know, the one in the big bathroom off the training room?"

"How--" Lee asked, meaning something like how did you dare, and she seemed to understand.

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "I didn't think he'd kill me or cripple me or anything, because of the money investment. Especially after I'd just ruined all that expensive equipment. I figured he'd probably hurt me some, but after that, the obvious thing to do would be to whore me out, to pay for the stuff. So I was going to kill whoever he rented me to-- or do something horrible and unfixable to them, anyway. Bite off a cock. Gouge out an eyeball. I knew they'd kill me then, and I was looking forward to it, but I wanted to get mine in first."

She looked at Lee and added with a rueful little grin, "I didn't want to attack him, though. He'd been really nice to me. He hadn't even had sex with me, then. It didn't seem fair-- when there were so many people out there who deserved it more."

"Did he--" Lee began, his mind reeling too hard to actually finish the question.

"He was pretty mad," said Mona, still smiling a little. "Once the fire was out, he dragged me up out of the bathtub and shoved me up against the wall-- it was really scary, actually. I don't know if you've ever seen him really angry--"

"I have," said Lee, thinking of Miss Robin cringing against the wall as the master advanced on her.

"Well, then, you know," said Mona. "For a minute I thought he was going to kill me, and I was thinking, good move, Mona, get your neck snapped without even getting to hit back... But he didn't really hurt me-- he didn't even hit me. Just, after that, he kept me cuffed and shackled all the time, for a while. And whenever he couldn't be with me, I was chained to the wall. Out of reach of anything flammable." She smiled again. "Or anyone gougeable. Greta sat with me a lot, though-- just out of scratching range. For company. And Yves used to sit and read to me, sometimes. Bran wasn't there then, of course-- or Jer."

'You were awful," Lee told her, almost admiringly, and Mona said cheerfully, "I know! But I got better. See, here I am."

"And me," said Lee, and Mona laughed again.

"Yes, and here you are, you sweet thing," she said. "And I want you, I do-- but we've got to take it slow, and if I say stop, I don't care if you're halfway through an orgasm, you have got to stop, okay?"

Lee nodded.

"I promise," he said.

"Okay," she said, and smiled up at him, rising to her knees. "Is there anything-- I mean-- what do I need to be careful about, with you?"

Lee blinked, thinking about that. Mona waited patiently until he said, "Just-- just don't hurt me."

"Oh, sweetie," said Mona, and crawled forward to kneel up in front of him, her hands on his hips, her face at his groin. "I wouldn't, Lee. You know that, right?"

Lee looked down at her, at her pretty strong-featured face; unexpectedly, she kissed his penis, as it dangled there between his legs, with her soft, warm lips.

She kissed him again, and again, and then continuously, not taking him into her mouth, just kissing. He liked it-- it felt nice and soft, and she looked pretty with her lips pursed up-- but he wasn't getting noticeably harder. She didn't seem to mind that, though, so he didn't, particularly, either.

Then she did open her mouth, and take him inside, and the slow rush of blood to his penis began. Her tongue felt good; her lips tightened around him, and the heat was good. Instinctively he pushed forward, a little, into her mouth, but she pulled back swiftly and looked up with her brow furrowed.

"Don't do that," she said.

Lee blushed painfully and stammered, "I-- I'm sorry--"

"It's okay," she said, petting his hip reassuringly. "Just don't do it again. It makes me-- I don't like it."

"I don't either," Lee admitted. "I mean-- when somebody else--"

He was cut off by her lips wrapping around him again; this time he made a concerted effort to stay still as she took him, slowly, carefully, deeper inside the warmth and softness of her mouth. She didn't take him all the way in, or all the way to the back of her throat, but he didn't blame her; he didn't like to do that either, and had never understood how Bran seemed to do it without any effort at all.

After a while of this, she took her mouth off him and said, "Okay, now will you do it for me?"

"But you don't have a penis," said Lee rather hazily, and Mona cackled and jumped to her feet so fast she scared him.

"Oops," she said, and put a hand on his arm. "No sudden moves-- got it. No, I don't have a penis. But I do have something."

"Oh-- yes," said Lee, perking up; this was really the part he'd been looking forward to. Not that being sucked wasn't nice, but Mona wasn't as skilled at it as Bran was, and Bran didn't have the "something" that Mona had displayed earlier in that quick, tantalizing glimpse.

"Where should I be?" Mona asked.

Lee looked around, and said, gesturing towards the bed, "You could just--"

Mona hopped onto the bed before he could finish, and lay back on her pillows, spreading her legs wide. Lee climbed onto the bed too, and bent down between them, and then hesitated, and kissed her thigh-- first the satin-smooth skin, and then, timidly, one of the scars.

"Oh...?" said Mona, neither ecstatically nor unhappily, but with a note of interrogative interest, as if he had told her a piece of minor but intriguing gossip about a mutual acquaintance, or perhaps a mildly surprising fact about the migration patterns of wild ducks.

Lee tried again, kissing a little closer to the wet pinkness-- he could smell it already, and it was making him grip her thighs harder-- and lapping softly at the scar. When that didn't get him pushed away, he kissed the edge of the soft folds, running the tip of his tongue delicately along the outer lip, shivering at the pleasure of the taste and scent, and Mona said, quietly, as if things were beginning to make more sense, "Ah..."

She was right; things were making sense, marvelous sense, as Lee kept exploring, probing with his tongue till he found the depth where he could extend it as far as he wanted to; he luxuriated in that for a bit, before he decided he needed his tongue back to look for the little knob of flesh that had gotten such a positive response out of Inga.

Mona's, when he found it, was bigger, just like her breasts, and swollen, and when his tongue ran over it she shuddered violently, making a little mewling sound. Lee paused for a moment, but she didn't say "Stop," so he didn't. The clit pulsed a little under his tongue; he put his hand up, tentatively, to slide his fingers into Mona, feeling around for her pleasure-spot, and she sighed and relaxed all of a sudden, making Lee relax too as he kept going.

Experimentally, he switched the positions of his fingers and his tongue, plunging the latter deeply inside her while he massaged the clit with his fingertips. She was wetter now, and he swallowed eagerly, his eyelids sinking closed, listening to her breathing. It was so much simpler with women, who didn't have anything to ram into you or batter at you or suddenly shoot down your throat and choke you; women just had infinite curves and folds and petals of succulent softness, like a piece of luscious fruit you got to keep devouring for as long as you wanted to, one that also made approving panting sounds and grew muskier and more complex in flavor as you proceeded. There was really no downside that Lee could see. Except the danger of smothering if Mona clapped her thighs together around his head the way Inga had-- but at the present moment, it was difficult for him to think through what exactly would be so bad about that, either.

She didn't smother him with her thighs, though; at length, she gave a low, glad cry, and a few minutes later she groaned more loudly, and after that she said breathlessly, "Okay-- that's-- stop."

He pulled back, feeling a little dizzy and a little messy-- his face was smeared with her wetness, his lips delicious with it-- and she reached for him. He crawled up the bed, over her, and she rested her hands on his shoulders.

"You can--" she said. "I'm ready."

He reached down for his own hard penis, looking for the entrance that his tongue had found so easily, but he fumbled, and she had to reach down and guide him. He started to slide in, and she winced and bit her lip; he stopped, but she said, "No, it's-- it's just been-- a while-- keep going--" and he did, for a little ways into the slippery, sweet heat of her. Then she said, "No-- no-- stop--" and he pulled out quickly.

"I'm sorry," she said right away, so he knew she wasn't upset with him. "I thought-- do you want me to-- to suck you again, or anything? To finish it?"

"No, it's okay," said Lee, adjusting himself so he wasn't poking into her leg. "I know how to-- I can do it myself, later."

Mona nodded, and repeated, "I'm sorry-- I thought it would be-- okay..."

"It is okay," said Lee, smiling at her, because she seemed worried. "Thank you, Mona. That was-- really great."

"What, just licking me?" Mona grinned suddenly, hopefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" said Lee fervently, and Mona laughed and reached up to pull him down into her arms, against her bosom, letting his head rest on the pillow beside hers.

"Well then-- good," she said, and Lee smiled and, daringly, touched his still-musky mouth to hers for a second. "Ooh-- and he kisses, too!"

"I like kissing," Lee agreed, and Mona laughed again, and kissed him for a very long time.

"Mona?" he said, when she had finally broken the kiss. "Can I-- may I-- sometime-- or now-- or sometime--" He took a deep breath. "Kiss your-- your breasts?"

"You," she said after a moment, "are officially the best boy ever."

Lee smiled. "I don't think so."

"I do," said Mona. "And you're all mine now. And the master's," she added as an afterthought. "And yes, you can kiss my breasts. Now. If you want."