Holy Dooly, An Aussie Expression of Lust?

Holy Dooly! Burgess moaned, silently, so as not to disobey the dominant ball of color balancing on his knees and occupying herself with his happily burning nipples. Her touch was sweeter than a longneck bottle of piss on a hot summer day. Soft fingertips soothed and stretched his small nubs while her psychedelically tinted nails rasped at the tips.


“Burgess,” Her breath tickled the fine hair behind his ears. “How many women have gone legs up for this superior body of yours?”

He swallowed back the answer he longed to give his mistress, “no one of any consequence.” He’d been a digger, a soldier, in service for most of his life. Relationships were unheard of in his unique branch. Sex was a need to be slaked with any willing and temporary partner.

“Oh my, you are a good sub, aren’t you?” Her fingers slid into his cropped hair, lightly scraping his scalp as she tilted his head back. Though his pants were still on, his dick stood up and took notice to the full breasts she’d snuggled up against his chest. They were notched together, like pieces of a puzzle, silk covered cunt to leather encased cock. The sweet perfume wafting up from between her legs was making him crave a taste of her wicked heat.

“While I’m dying to play, my indigo penguino, there are some things we need to discuss first. You have permission to answer the next few questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice sounded needy to his own ears. He didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Good. Now tell me, do you have a safe word?”

“No.” It was reckless he knew, but his lifestyle was not looked well upon by the other penguins. Had he been as dominant in the bedroom as he was out of it, things would be far different. Sexually submissive men in his community were the butts of jokes, quite literally, so he’d taken his desires to the underground clubs where safe play was left to the sook, or soft, humans.

“No?” She moved back, away from his chest, her look screamed disapproval. “How very crazy of you, Burgess. I will assume your shifter DNA kept you from attracting diseases, but you could have been hurt.”

“Shifters are quite resilient, Mistress.”

Her touch was gentle as she traced the laugh lines around his eyes and down to his lips. The look on her face softened as she stared directly into his eyes. It was as if she could see deep into his soul—an impossibility considering they’d just met.

“Yes, physically, you are strong, but that does not eliminate the chance of hurting you mentally or emotionally. While you are with me, you shall have a safe word and you will use it if you feel you must. I have no interest in harming you, indigo penguino; only offer you the pleasurable pain you desire. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Corker, he definitely understood! Somewhere along the way the Gods had smiled down on him to allow him to cross paths with this incredible Shelia.

“And how about you, my apẻritif, do you understand as well?”

Burgess should not have been surprised by the clickity-clack of little mink nails moving quickly across the floor, but his absolute loss of focus on anything other than his Mistress was a testament to her skill as a Domme. She slid from his lap taking her delectable heat with her.

“Daniel, stop!”

Her tone stopped the peeping clacker from leaving. She was all business and if his suddenly frozen form was anything to go by, the little rat knew it.

“So, curiosity got the better of you, did it, my little apẻritif? Now I must find a suitable punishment for your indiscretion. Human form, Daniel. Now.”