Relief

I nodded, not trusting my mind to come up with words for speaking just yet. Instead I concentrated on the paper and the pen and wrote.

I HAVE YOU KNOW WHAT. COME TO THE SMITHY AFTER DARK, ONCE THE BLACKSMITH HAS GONE HOME, OR I’M GOING TO THE HEAD MISTRESS WITH EVERYTHING. -YOU KNOW WHO

Johan nodded to me, “nice, no one would know what it was about if the letter was intercepted.”

I nodded and watched as he folded it and placed it in an envelope, sealing it with wax. Then he headed out the door.

Before the locking bar even fell in place I had my top off. My breasts bounced free in the warm, workshop air, the nipples were already hard and I pulled one up to my mouth, sucking it and biting it while I worked to get my skirt off. My hands worked furiously, pushing it down, over my knees, throwing it into the corner. I was suddenly glad that the smithy was on a hill all its own in the middle of the city, the noise wouldn’t carry, I moaned loudly, practically screaming into my breast as my hands found my maiden slit and I felt my first orgasm rip through my body.

Punishment!

I **** my hands away from my slit and grabbed the bronze dildo from the table. It was as big around as both my thumbs and almost as long as my forearm. My mind drifted back to Charity’s description of Sister Chastity and I rubbed my maiden slit with the bronze tip. I was extremely slow and careful, regardless of how good it felt. One slip and it might go inside… and if my maidenhead broke… I’d never be allowed to wear the wolf pelt of a full fledged Red Riding Hood.

The feeling was alien and the cold metal made me gasp as it rubbed back and forth against me. For a moment I imagined it was a man and humped myself against it, closing my eyes. Then I imagined it was Mr. Hawk, rubbing me, about to punish me with his thick meat. I came hard, crying out as juices sprayed out of my pussy. My whole body felt like I’d received an electric shock and I lay there panting for a full minute, dildo pressed hard between my slit.

That was wrong, so wrong! Such thoughts were evil. I needed punishment! I pulled the slick bronze away from my slit and positioned it against my rosebud… need… punishment… I tried to **** the fantasy out of my mind.

Somewhere else in the workshop, hidden, the black dildo, now having been in contact with one of Fenrir’s children, glowed slightly.