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Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 11
INITIATION Sub Title: The day before
{FF, exhib}


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Sub Title: INITIATION - The Day Before


I had a quiet week at my studies and was able to work comfortably.  The 
dreadful stinging on my boob' undersides and spanked rear end, stopped while 
I worked.  Somehow Angelina's 'spell', for want of a better description, 
allowed me to study, but not watch TV or relax in any way.  As soon as I 
tried to relax the hot stinging pain came on with a vengeance again and 
again.  It only eased off after I got into bed each night.   However, I 
awoke on the Thursday, and, as had become usual, my butt and the undersides 
of my boobs started stinging immediately.  I cringed at the thought of 
another day of pain.

I showered and while dressing noticed a slight reduction in the pain. It 
wasn't relief, but I lived in hope.  Sure enough, during my quick breakfast 
and dash to my transport, the pain reduced further.  By the time I had 
reached the university the pain had reduced to a minor sort of hot sting 
that I found aroused me a little, judging by the feel and erectness of my 
nipples. After university the pain did not return.  Was it all finished?  I 
had no idea but certainly hoped so.  But I was still horny.

I decided to drop in at club headquarters to find Angelina.  I wanted to 
know if her punishment had really finished and what the plans were for my 
club official initiation that coming weekend.  I had started getting excited 
about it.  I was also getting a bit panicky too.  'Initiations' into secret 
clubs can be worse than your run-of-the-mill initiations.  Anyway, my 
staying out Friday and Saturday night last weekend, without a warning, had 
not exactly thrilled my folks with whom I then still lived.  This weekend I 
wanted to give them reasonable notice- it's a pain, but it does save hassles 
at home.

As had become usual on going to the 'club', I got off the train and went 
straight to the toilet block and removed my bra and panties.  This club 
'rule' I like: I always get turned on in public without undergarments.  My 
nipples always respond to the stimuli of my areolae and nipples swishing 
over the  material of my top. Then I imagine that everybody is looking at my 
proud nipples and I, being an exhibitionist in the making, liked people to 
look.  Many people do too, and I was feeling 'hot' even before this.  Now I 
was really burning.  Anyway, I arrived at the 'club' ripe for action.  I 
waltzed in and found Angelina, Ingrid, Ava and one other woman were already 
there.

I was happy to see them, especially now the pain had stopped. They greeted 
me with knowing smiles and a, "Hello, how are you?"

"Hi, so what's the story?" said I, sitting so my thigh touched Ingrid's, but 
looking at Angelina while I gave Ingrid's thigh a squeeze. 'My god, she is 
great to feel again,' I thought.  She was maybe only five-foot-two tops, and 
slight, but beautifully muscled and proportioned while remaining so 
feminine.  Along with her intelligence and effervescent personality she is 
one very desirable honey-blonde bombshell.  Angelina still looked wonderful 
to me and Ava was looking fine too. The fourth woman looked attractive and 
vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her. I sat leaning forward onto the 
table as I had found was perhaps not expected but certainly exciting.[PJ1]  
One never knew if or whether a hand would sneak up inside one's top for a 
little fun.

"Good, now." I said.

Angelina spoke to me saying, "Did you have a good week off?"

I lowered my voice and replied, "Well yes and no.  My boobs are only a teeny 
bit tender now and my butt was giving me hell until after I got up and away 
today, but the sting eased right off during the early morning.  Is all that 
finished Angelina?" I asked.

"Yes, the pain is but you still have a hypnotic suggestion in your head, but 
I think it's redundant."

"Er, . . Oh okay, Otherwise I am up to date with my studies, but it's my 
initiation plans I don't know about.  I'm thrilled at being accepted, but 
scared about what you devilish mob have dreamed up for me."

"Who said you'd been accepted?"

My chin hit the table.  I could feel myself trembling in shock.  Being an 
optimist I'd maybe assumed too much again.  I forced a brave face, but I 
knew my eyes were teary.  I hoped my specs' would cover them.

"Angelina, please tell me I'm in."

"Of course you are.  After last weekend how could we knock you back!"

"Geez, you are a terrible teases, damn you.  You scared me shitless then."

Ingrid piped up, "Well there goes my enema idea!"

They all nearly pissed themselves laughing while I nearly flooded the shop 
at the thought.  I'm not into water sports or arse stuff at all, but it's 
hardly unknown. I'd learnt that some little time back, but I object to it on 
medical grounds. Like a torn bowel can be very serious and cross infections 
from bowel to bladder can also be serious, but I digress.

"By the way Alessia, do you know our old friend here?" said Angelina 
gesticulating at the woman I didn't know, or perhaps just couldn't recall.

"I seem to vaguely recognise you, but can't place you," I said, turning from 
Angelina to face Audrey's smile.

Angelina said, "Meet Audrey, she is one of the originals.  She started quite 
young."

"Hello Audrey, how are you?"  I gave her a friendly and respectful smile.

"Very well thank you," she said.  Even her voice seemed familiar.

"Audrey, Alessia is why we are here, organising her initiation for this 
weekend."

"Ah, so it's her, okay," grinning as she spoke.

Angelina had a sly grin on her face and the others were grinning too.  I'd 
obviously interrupted their planning session.  So I hung around stroking 
Ingrid's thigh while I stifled the conversation with trivia.  Ingrid leaned 
over, perhaps on an impulse or maybe a pre-planned tactic, and kissed my 
cheek, opening her mouth, breathing over me and tonguing my ear.  Shit, she 
could make me hot so easily.  I turned to her and she kissed me right on my 
mouth, long and hot, rimming my open mouth so softly with her tongue.

I let her kiss me.  I actually loved it, desired it, desired her.  I had no 
problem opening my mouth for her tongue.  Her tongue led mine a merry dance 
all around our mouths.  After a minute or so she'd got up onto the seat on 
her knees and bore down on me, still skillfully kissing me.  I gripped her 
slim hips as the passion and lust arose in me.  She undid the top buttons of 
my sleeveless top and ran her hands over my shoulders, pushing the top down 
onto my arms.  She took my breasts into her hands pulling my now 
scorching-hot proud nipples to even more exquisitely pleasurable sensations.

God, everyone in the coffee shop will see my boobs, us see snogging.  My 
thoughts spun out.  The thrill of being seen was only bettered by Ingrid's 
touches on my erogenous zones that she'd discovered on Saturday night.  She 
was magnificently sexy and I needed and loved her for it.  Indeed, I 
returned her passion with my own touching.  I also was aware of many of 
Ingrid's pleasure zones from those fabulous sessions with Ashley.

She became quite rough with my areolae and nipples, getting me very wet all 
within a couple of minutes.  I always seem very horny after the lay-off time 
of my periods.  Yes, I know one doesn't have to quit during those days, but 
I do; always have.  My inhibitions weakened, I pulled my skirt to my waist 
and picked her up, slipping her between my tummy and the table.  Seating her 
on my lap, I made sure that her skirt was also pulled up.  Our naked tummies 
and mounds met with heat and electricity flowing wildly through us.  By club 
rules neither of us had any panties on.  The thrill of such open exposure of 
my breasts and Ingrid's insistent, unrestrained sexual presence all over my 
exposed body was surreal.

It was hard for me to comprehend that it was real, but I knew it was not a 
dream, although I could think of her as dreamy, no problem.  Seconds later I 
had forgotten that as I felt strange fingers enter me to the fullest 
possible extent, stretching my silky muscular walls.   This sent me into a 
fit of craving for her.  Ingrid ground her mound into me and I pressed back. 
  I couldn't see who was doing it, as  Ingrid was blocking my view, but just 
then[PJ2] I didn't care.  I couldn't help it; I thrust at the fingers, 
squeezing the slight Ingrid against the table.  The fingers pinched hard on 
my engorged clitoris and shook it, grinding knuckles into my sensitive 
labia, sending even more outrageous lightening flashes through me.   My mind 
reeled as I soaked up the luscious sensations.  I rushed towards an orgasm 
and I felt Ingrid tensing too.  She was tripping with me.

My pussy was about to explode.  I bit into Ingrid's shoulder in an attempt 
to stop from shouting my rapture to all the coffee shop patrons.  My orgasm 
came over me quickly and intensely.  I was barely aware that Ingrid was 
holding me tightly as I rode with the tide of extreme bliss.  As I regained 
my grip on the world I felt Ingrid's fingers squeezing hard into my back.  
Her mouth and rasping hot breath on my neck and over my breasts was devine 
as she also came.  We both trembled as our orgasms eased.

My groin and thighs were covered with our feminine honey and Ingrid 
whispered, "Welcome back," our lips meeting erotically in our whispering.

"Shit, Ingrid Honey, that was wild, I was only gone for four days. Next time 
I'll make it a week!"

I sat there knowing I'd have a huge wet patch on my skirt, feeling high and 
flushed, floating in a haze of lust.  I came to my senses just enough to 
look around the shop.  Only the three women sitting on the other side of the 
table could be seen looking, and they chatted as if nothing untoward had 
happened.  However, by the way their eyes shone, they were clearly aroused 
by our show.  Ingrid then sat beside me, her skirt still pulled up so that I 
could see her wet thighs, and was looking at me with her face in a lustful 
grin.  Her gorgeous breasts still heaving from our exertion, and with her 
nipples clearly excited and visible through her white silk shirt, she looked 
beautiful.

She startled me by saying, "So are you going to let us plan your initiation 
or are you going to hang around here for ages?"

Absolutely besotted and bewildered I muttered,

"I . . .  but Ingrid . . . I'm still horny.  Oh fuck, I'm even hornier.  Oh, 
shit, please."

"Please what, Babe?"

"I'm on fire and need you, come with me, you can't do that to me then just 
kick me out.  Ingrid, oh please."
`
I got to my feet and felt a sticky warmth running down my thighs.  My skirt 
was soaked at the back, I smelt and tasted it, it was our come, no doubt 
about that.

Angelina then said to Ingrid, "Go with her, but take her to Liz's boutique 
and book up a dress for her on my account, okay?  You know what we talked 
about?  She has several that meet my specifications and I have them held for 
Alessia, but we really should see how well they fit her.  Right?  Then you 
pick one, but take it straight home with you, okay?"

My ears pricked up, 'Liz Davenport' is a top local designer, very exclusive, 
very expensive, and I was getting something from her boutique.  WOW! Hell, I 
couldn't go in this wet, come-soaked skirt smelling like this.

"Is that alright with you Alessia, Sweetie?" asked Angelina, staring at my 
sill imposingly erect nipples.  That made feel really good; she still found 
me attractive.  Angelina's smiling green eyes met mine and she looked so 
sexy too.  She had a cleavage that highlighted her braless breasts 
tantalisingly, and she also had hardened nipples.  My god, she had nipple 
clamps on,  almost identical to mine.   She had deliberately leaned forward 
so that I could see them on her exquisitely long nipples, and her areolae 
too were a little puffy.  I looked again from her breasts then into her eyes 
as she looked into mine.  She gave me one of her special smiles that 
weakened me at the knees and raised my temperature.  Somewhat strangely, I 
felt a stronger bonding between us, but even more strange, to Ingrid also.  
It puzzled me, but I felt as if I was falling for them both.  Silly girl, I 
clearly loved both of them.

"Oh yes, it sure is thanks Angelina, but what's wrong with the clothes we've 
already got?"

"Nothing, but we've changed my earlier plans a bit and anyway we may still 
use them."

"Um, okay, but I've er . . . got a bit of a problem right now."  I lowered 
my voice a lot, "My skirt is covered in our come.  It's a wonder you can't 
smell me."

"I can smell both of your fragrances, and I'm wet from it and from watching 
you two horny pups go wild in front of us like that.  What more do you want 
from me?"

"I didn't mean anything mean or greedy by that. No, nothing more, but I 
really can't go now, not like this.  I'm all wet, my skirt is saturated, 
look."  I turned showing them.

"Well I hate to tell you this as it's quite a wonderful sight, but do up 
your top, girl, or we'll all want a piece of you and then you'll never get 
there."

Angelina and the others were all laughing now. I was undone from my waist 
up, much of my chest distinctly discernible.  I was a bit embarrassed,  but 
could see it was funny and laughed with them.  However, the more I thought 
about flashing my boobs at them the more ecstatic I became.  That, however, 
didn't solve my problem.  Damn it, I was still as horny as hell too, and the 
way Ingrid was holding my hand, so was she.  What to do?  I didn't do up my 
buttons, I let them look at me.  I got quite a buzz from the stares of these 
women.  I knew, pretty much what they would like to do to me, and I liked 
them to think about me.  I wracked my brains, but nothing useful came to 
mind.  If I could get to a washing machine and dryer I could fix it in 
fairly short order.

"Okay, is there a Laundromat anywhere near here?" I said.

"Yes," Audrey said, "but its over near the subway on Gugeri Street, it's a 
ten minute walk through all those shoppers, but you could go through the car 
park and dodge a lot of them."

"Geez, do I have a choice?"

Nobody said anything, so I said to Ingrid, "Okay, are you coming with me?"

"I just did!"  She nearly doubled up laughing.

"Yeah, I did notice," I giggled, trying to be sexy.  I continued, "Well, 
*funny* girl, well, are you coming to the Laundromat with me?  Please?"

"Yeah, okay, lets go."

Then I did up my top's buttons.  We both looked flushed and still hot for 
each other.  We left and walked swiftly down a little back street full of 
boutiques and headed across the car park.  My bouncing boobs caught Ingrid's 
eyes and she couldn't stop looking or laughing.  I've news for her, as 
petite as she is, her 34Bs got up a sexy sway too.  We arrived still 
smoldering for each other.  There were no men there and only one woman with 
a little boy.

I stripped off the skirt wiped myself with it then shoved it into the 
machine with some liquid soap for a good wash cycle. Ingrid shielded my 
naked legs, bum and pussy, but I teased her by moving around.  I started 
unbuttoning my top to show off at the young mum, but maybe Ingrid thought I 
did it for her.  The young mum seemed preoccupied with her washing and her 
boy.  That was okay, I guess, but I really wanted her to notice me.  I was 
starting to really enjoy the shocked, amused or lustful look on people's 
faces in my short exhibitionist career.

So I played a game and when Ingrid moved forward I moved back exposing my 
bottom half. The little boy saw my nakedness, but not his mum.  He couldn't 
have cared less and started playing peek-a-boo with me.  Ingrid pushed me 
round to the back end of the joint to keep me from flashing to the little 
tyke.  She grabbed a handful of my trimmed pubs.  I yelped loudly and mum 
looked up at us.  Ingrid held me down - by my pubes - for god's sake.  The 
young mum packed her stuff and left before I could get up to too much 
mischief.

Ingrid threw my skirt into the dryer while I rubbed my mound.  Geez, that 
hurt and I got damp again.  The rubbing did much more than ease the pain.  
Then little bully Ingrid insisted that I put my panties on, but not before 
we kissed long and strongly again.  The thrill I got was intense.  Kissing 
Ingrid was fabulous, especially feeling her hot little body pressed against 
me.  Her soft breasts pillowing against mine as we squirmed.  Kissing is 
such an exquisitely erotic feeling.  She has a way of using her lips and 
tongue that's wonderfully sexy.  And if she gets under my chin into the nape 
of my neck, she can make me feel lusciously alive all over.

She went for my boobs under my half-undone top instead.  I quickly undid the 
top two buttons and let the top fall over my 36D's. She suckled me with that 
soft tongue of hers doing me big favours while I squeezed her pert, little 
round butt cheek with one hand, and held her head with the other.  I had 
missed the feel of another quite badly since the previous weekend.  I felt a 
need to make up for those 'lost' days.  So there at the back of the 
Laundromat Ingrid worked wonders on me.  I cuddled her as she sent me into a 
state of sublime blissfulness.  The dryer finished its cycle and we were out 
of small change, but I really wanted to continue with Ingrid, but we had to 
go to Liz Davenport's.  We couldn't miss that so Ingrid and I, very 
reluctantly, broke off.

When she reached for my now hopefully dry skirt I grabbed her boobs, 
squeezing her nipples.  They sprang to life in my fingers.  I rolled them 
right through her cotton top and kissed her neck.  She didn't know whether 
to laugh or squeal in pain.  She did both and we snogged for a minute or 
three.  Ingrid grabbed my bare butt cheeks squeezing them and pulling me 
hard onto her.  I knew that I was naked at the back of the Laundromat. The 
thrill of being seen was becoming outrageously erotic to me.  I got very 
damp yet again thinking about being disturbed, about coming in public view, 
my areolae and nipples throbbed the more I thought.  Being with Ingrid was 
fabulous, but unhelpful in cooling off - not that I really wanted to.

I got my dry, but slightly rumpled skirt on and we headed off to Liz 
Davenport's shop.  We had gone near it on the way from the 'club' so it 
wasn't far and we were soon there.  We introduced ourselves and were shown 
through to a changing room.  The woman serving us brought in a deep blue 
dress; it was short, and had the lowest-cut cleavage I'd ever seen.  It came 
down to below my bellybutton and was held together from just by my boobs by 
the sheerest, skin-coloured chiffon, and it also had a low back with a 
zipper down to my butt cheeks.  It had slits on each side seam up to high 
thigh, and with a sort of built in bra lined with soft satin, well, it had 
half cups, but they were only there to give the cloth body and a smooth 
look.

I fell in love with it immediately.  I slipped into it and Ingrid drooled 
down her bib watching me strip as much as seeing me in the dress.  My heeled 
sandals didn't do much for it, but it just barely covered my areolae and my 
navel piercing looked fine through the sheer front.  It was very sexy.  It 
made me feel as if I was a goddess of sexual arousal.  And that is a real 
buzz for me - to sexually [PJ3]turn on other people, especially other women, 
is just an awesome feeling.  A feeling of power.

I took a walkabout and a look in the mirror, slowly turning around.  My hand 
on my hip I did the sexy model walk thing, pouting around the boutique 
floor.  Ingrid said it looked absolutely superlative on me; my reflection 
certainly supported that statement.  I had never worn a dress so blatantly 
sexy or so expensive!

However, another dress was brought in for me to try on.  It too was a 
knockout, in braided black and of quite sheer material.  It also had a very 
deep cleavage that would lace up from just below my waist only to the 
underside of my breasts.  It was the sort of dress that is too easy to fall 
out of -  if you know what I mean.  It had a low cut back, but not quite as 
low as the first and its zipper went to just past my hips.  It was the same 
length and had the slits up the side seams as far as the first dress.  This 
dress, being see-through, would be as exciting to wear and very sexy, just 
as sexy as the first.

I asked Ingrid, "Please, lace it up for me."

I knew she would do it slowly, touching me in all the right places so I was 
ready for her, but first she reached inside the dress and pushed my panties 
down.  The feeling of her hands on my tummy sliding down over my hips was 
fabulous as she eased them out of view.  Doing the laces up, she managed to 
brush her hand over my nipples several times.   I quivered in delight each 
time.  She knew why I had asked her, she knew what teased me the most, and I 
loved her for understanding my desires.  She could make me feel so alive so 
easily.  She steered me out of the dressing room before I could kiss or feel 
her, but I knew she was feeling hot too.

Again I turned myself around in front of the mirror in the main part of the 
shop.   I might never get to wear a dress like this again so I wasn't going 
to hide myself in the dressing room.  Ingrid thought this fitted better than 
the first.  I thought they both fitted beautifully.  Again I posed all over 
the shop and of course in front of the mirror. I figured out how I could 
'accidentally' fall out of the dress, well, at least getting one boob out 
would be easy.

Ingrid got yet another outfit. This one was a two piece suit, but definitely 
not day or office wear. It was designed to wear just with a really lacey bra 
underneath and it too was see-through.  Roughly about the same as the second 
dress, the jacket top being cut a bit like a man's dinner suit.  Long silk 
lapels buttoned low.  The skirt was full length, but open at the front 
showing the wearer's legs to above mid-thigh.  All in a deep burgundy.  I 
had to get a bra to wear so I got mine from my briefcase.  It was a plain, 
no frills bra, but under that jacket with that skirt it gave us an idea of 
what a matching set might look like: wonderful[PJ4].  I wandered around 
outside the dressing room looking in the mirror at the mirage in it.  With 
the right brae[PJ5] this outfit would be outrageously sexy.  Clothes may not 
maketh the woman but these outfits were maketh this one very wet and very 
horny.

After several minutes of posing for passers-by and a couple of other 
patrons, my nipples got so hard, and the moisture between my legs so ready 
to drip a bit, that I called it a day and went back to the dressing room to 
take it off.  Ingrid followed me asking about accessories, like matching 
shoes, handbags, and so on for the three outfits.  Did I have them, blah, 
blah.  Well I could do the black dress justice and, surprising Ingrid, I did 
have the burgundy pretty well covered.  Ingrid asked about gloves!  That 
surprised me as I'd rarely worn them and, no, I did not.  What the hell 
would I need gloves for, I wondered?  Hmm, well both dresses were sleeveless 
so I could wear gloves with either so I told her I didn't have any evening 
gloves, but I knew my hand size and told her. Anyway Ingrid wanted me to put 
the second dress back on, the black one.

Ingrid hands wandered all over my front once again as she laced it up.  Oh, 
fuck, she got me steaming again.  The dress really was superb and fitted me 
so well.  She left me to get gloves while I slipped out of the dress.  It 
was when down to my panties that I pulled up sharply as I noticed that my 
left high school graduation ear-stud was missing.  I searched the dressing 
room floor; I found it quite quickly, but it gave me an idea.  It was of 
tremendous sentimental value as well as an expensive gift set from my 
parents.  I pretended to get a bit panicky and opened the door to retrace my 
recent movements. Owing to myopic condition I crawled on my hands and knees 
searching the carpeted floor.

I could feel the weight of my breasts hanging under me.  I looked at them; 
they looked great.  I checked them out in the mirror, with my nipples now 
rock hard, they swung majestically, and when crawling I could knock them 
with my arms for added effect.  I had, in my mock distress, certainly not 
overlooked that I had only my panties on, at least, that would be my excuse 
if asked.

I was blubbering, "I've lost my diamond stud, please come and help me find 
it."

Ingrid caught onto my game and got in the way of the sales assistant, who on 
seeing me, came rushing over not quite knowing what to do.  She probably had 
seen some of her patrons semi-naked before, but not one practically naked 
wearing cheap panties crawling about her shop.  This blubbering customer, 
who was about to spend a lot of money, was making quite a fuss.  I made sure 
my boobs swayed and jiggled for all to see.   I got up on my knees right in 
front of the shop door and begged her to help find it,.  I thrust my 36D 
breasts out as I looked up and over to her.  My nipples I knew were as hard 
as rocks and must have made quite a show.  Of course, many people stopped 
and looked to see what was happening, to see me crying and begging the 
assistant to help Ingrid and me find my stud.

I was barely able to keep it up and I was very aware of the gathering crowd 
outside, arousing me tremendously.  I also found Ingrid's fending off antics 
extremely funny and the sales assistant was close to hysteria.  Ingrid was 
cleverly not appearing to get in the way of the sales lady, but always 
seemed to be either looking for my stud or trying to understand, but 
deliberately misunderstanding her.  She actually wasn't getting her message 
through very well at all.  She was continuously being oblique or ambiguous.

I have no idea what she would have done if she had got past Ingrid.  But I 
planned to grab her around her knees, thrust my boobs into her thighs and 
look up blubbering for her help. By now I was very wet and my body flushed 
in excitement.   My clit and my nipples were throbbing like crazy.  I wanted 
to come badly, even in front of the mob gathering outside.  The thrill was 
overwhelming and suddenly I pretended to notice everyone looking through the 
windows and the door, and beckoned to them to come and help.

When near the shop front door again, getting up on my knees, thrusting my 
breasts at them, I asked a couple of girls to come and help me look.  I had 
not stopped crying, but of course I wasn't upset - I was crying with 
laughter and exhilarated and into acute sexual stimulation.  Nobody but 
Ingrid seemed to want to help me.  After several minutes my pussy started to 
drip my honey juices, enough to dampen my panties. My nipples and clitoris 
throbbed in a glorious unison with my pulsing heartbeat, sending waves of 
excitement throughout my body and mind.  It got so as I couldn't take 
anymore without my 'mistress' pussy dribbling much more heavily.

While I would not normally worry too much about that I thought I might have 
already done more than enough to embarrass Angelina, so I said quietly to 
Ingrid, "Enough, I've had enough."

Ingrid then shouted, "Hey, here it is."

I looked at her, "Oh god, thank god, thanks."

In feign surprise I realised that I was virtually naked and in mock shame 
tried to cover my breasts and scuttle back to the dressing room, which I 
did. Ingrid, of course, followed me where I vainly tried to regain my 
senses, but I was too far gone.  I leaned up against the wall, my legs 
shaking and touched myself.  The tip of my clitoris peeked through its 
sheath, and at my touch I received an electric-like jolt that rushed through 
me.  It was awesome and I loved it.  My body was burning hot, my mind blown 
away by the scene I'd caused, and the whole episode was sending my mind 
whirling in a sexual frenzy.  I touched my clitoris again and it was 
electrifyingly glorious.  I gasped in rapture then started panting and 
swallowing.  I was set to explode.

Ingrid saw what happened and came to me kissing me intensely while she 
fingered me deeply, hard and fast, and rubbed my wet clit till I came in a 
dazzling mind blowing relief.  Sinking to the floor with my legs splayed out 
Ingrid followed me down gripping my pussy hard. He fingers still deep 
inside, while her thumb held my mound, her hand squashing my sensitive bits 
underneath.  I continued to orgasm again and again as she held me tightly 
and kissed my neck.  I shook uncontrollably until my spin-out subsided.  I 
looked into Ingrid's eyes thanking her with mine; we smiled at each other.

Ingrid now knew how to get the most out of my orgasms, prolonging them in 
thunderclouds of sheer bliss.  She had some tissues that she used to mop up 
my honey femme juices, murmuring something about waste.  I gradually came 
down, wanting so badly to repay her in kind, but she said I should do so 
later.  Under the circumstances, and in hindsight, her decision was 
perfectly reasonable.  Right then I wasn't too worried about social 
politeness, all I wanted was to satisfy her.

It was not to be, however, so Ingrid helped me put my street clothes back 
on.  My hands were shaking so much I couldn't get my stud back in, so Ingrid 
did it for me.  I went with Ingrid to the counter.  The assistant had calmed 
a little, but couldn't look me in the eye.  I knew I had a stupid big grin 
on my face.

Ingrid told me to go back to the coffee shop or go home, saying laughingly,
"You'll get this tomorrow, if you're good."

"Oh, is that right," I retorted, pouting like a spoilt kid.

"Yes it is."

"Alright then, I'm off."

I left in a mock huff.  A few of the spectators were waiting for me and I 
got hand clapping, cheering and whistles, and quite a few raunchy comments. 
I got all flushed with embarrassment and I quickly walked back to the coffee 
shop and the booth near the back.

After checking to see if anyone had followed me, I sat, my bare butt 
tingling on the chilly vinyl and said, "Ingrid will be here soon."

Angelina replied, "I don't think so, I told her to take the best one home 
and she will."

"Oh."

"But we want you to meet us at seven o'clock at the Princes Hotel.  Just 
dress as if you were going to the cinema, alright?"

"Yeah sure, but where is that?"

"In Murray Street near Queen, okay."

"Oh yes, I know it, I'll be there."

"Good, be ready for anything.  Bring your vibrator, and the nipple clamps 
with the chain.  Can you also stay over Saturday night?" Angelina spoke 
sweetly as if there was nothing unusual about such a request.  The others 
had wicked grins on their dials.

"Yes, that's no problem," I replied, as nonchalantly as I could, while I 
could feel my body temperature and pulse rate rise appreciably all over 
again.

I said my good-byes and left with my nipples once more proudly erect at the 
mention of those clamps.  Having had sore nipples from the abuse they had 
had last weekend there had been no thought of putting them on again. Until 
now!  And although I could have used the vibrator, with my periods I didn't 
like the idea, but now they had just finished I could use it again.  I got 
on the train to go home without my undies on.  The draft blew through the 
railcar's doors each time they opened, which was at every station, giving me 
chill thrills on my dampness each time.  I didn't really get a chance to 
completely pull myself together before getting home.

With my mind racing on things sexual and my initiation's unknowns I got 
quite damp and stayed that way.  On arriving home I showered and dressed in 
clean clothes and tried to study, but I found that almost impossible.  My 
'mistress 'pussy' would not allow me to concentrate on anything but 'her'.  
So I watched television and gave her the attention she demanded.  And I 
thought about what was in store for me over the next two or three days.  I 
got more and more excited, but very apprehensive too.

What were the sexy dresses for[PJ6]? Nipple clamps! Vibrator! Geez, a girl's 
mind could not get around all the possibilities.  Once again my 'mistress' 
demanded my attention before I eventually went to sleep.

I'll let you know what happens!

Copyright Alessia Gerini 2001-05-23
Comments to Alessia@37.com please.
[PJ1]  I think you  will have to reword this as it does not make sense - to 
me at least!
[PJ2] I have had to reword this bit  - I had to read it several times before 
I could make sense of it.  I think you were probably pretty turned on at 
this point - living the narrative, no doubt!!!
[PJ3] Here is a case where it seems to me that it sounds better to split the 
infinitive!
[PJ4] The first letter after a colon is always a lower case letter (unless 
it's a name or 'I' of course)
[PJ5] you've missed out something here - I've used blouse but I expect you 
have something else in mind.
[PJ6] Don't worry too much about ending a sentence with a preposition, often 
if you do it sounds stilted.  Once when someone complained to Churchill 
about his writing  that he had ended a sentence with a preposition, he 
retorted, 'This is the sort of English up with which I will not put'.


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