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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: A Dreamy Night
Summary: Based on the chat program The Palace: A lesbian submissive is sent
to The Palace for training. Her first night.
Keywords: F, veg
Editor: Pee J with much gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2003
Comments: Alessia @ 37.NOBULL.com
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/Alessia.gerini/
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Disclaimer: This story is a FANTASY -- pity -- but it is, so there. Other
than the authors and editor, no person, living or dead had anything to do in
or with this story; resemblance is coincidental and/or unintentional. Any
sex portrayed was within the "Safe, sane and (almost) consensual" creed of
the BDSM community. Minors or adults should not read this story where their
laws, culture or religion forbids it. We take no responsibility for
enforcing upon you your ethical, legal or moral duties -- you must do that!
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A Dreamy Night
"Strip slut!" she ordered.
--
After a long trip in the back of an enclosed truck, blindfolded but
otherwise comfortable, I found myself in bright sun light. Exotic flowering
plants in exotic gardens surrounded me as a scantily clad, brown-skinned
beauty led me along a stone-paved path. The perfumed gardens had a
sprinkling of women in couples or in small groups, as lightly clad as was
the girl with me.
I asked my guide, "Azlin, who are those women?"
"They are slaves like you," she replied in a slow lilting accent.
Few men were visible. The air was warm and humid. Birds and butterflies
flitted hither and thither. A zephyr carried a heady, fragrant aroma. I
felt rather overwhelmed by it all.
I fixed my eyes on the gorgeous creature leading me to a large complex of
domed buildings that weren't visible from where the truck dropped me off.
Indicating the small groups I asked, "Um... What are they doing?"
I watched her narrow hips sway though the see-through cloth that barely
covered her. I wondered how my curvy, much taller figure stacked up against
hers. She certainly was gorgeous. Stirring under my cheesecloth, my
nipples thought so too.
After seeming to think through each word, she replied, "They are relaxing in
the sunshine."
We were at The Gate after five minutes walk. Later I discovered it was the
name given for the area where initiates were assembled before being allowed
into the Palace. From outside, the huge pink marble columns obscured an
anti room into which I followed my guide.
"Oh what a delightful smell," I said to my shy Azlin.
The aroma in the air changed to delectable spices, reminiscent of cloves,
cinnamon and nutmeg.
She giggled, "Oh, yes, delightful."
As an attractive but older woman appeared, my guide slipped out of the rest
of her clothes indicating to me that I too should do likewise. She then
held her arms above her head whereupon the older woman produced an open jar
from which she poured a clear liquid and began oiling my guide's body.
Azlin was clearly aroused as her nipples visibly hardened. The woman had
Azlin lift her arms and ran her hands upwards over her ribcage. As her
hands reached the underside of her breasts they tilted up under the pressure
until her nipples were pointing skyward. As the woman's palms passed over
the nipples her breasts slumped back into their previous pert position, but
now glistening with oil.
I watched in amazement and some trepidation as she stood still while being
massaged with the aromatic oil. I guessed I would be done next. I hoped I
would not disgrace myself before the two women. My guide's brown body
shimmered in the shaded light. But the massage continued until her skin
soaked up the oil.
Azlin indicated to me to raise my arms and step forward. She helped me pull
my cheesecloth dress over my head. As instructed I wore nothing underneath.
I swallowed the lump that had built in my throat. Standing naked before
the older woman my first thoughts were of humiliation but she smiled a
gentle smile, her twinkling dark eyes were hypnotic. She had eased my
concerns a little.
First, my face was oiled. The older woman's hands were soft but her fingers
firm. She worked from my wrists down across my shoulders to my neck. My
skin tingled from something in the oil and her firm, warming touch. She
poured oil over my back working it in with deft fingers and thumbs, managing
to find two erogenous spots I didn't know existed. By the time she had
finished my buttocks I couldn't even have spoken gibberish. I was a
quivering mess of aroused womanhood.
She then moved to pour oil on my upper chest. It ran down my body through
the valley between my breasts to my tummy. Her hands moving slowly up and
down over the swell of my breasts. Neither my areolas nor my nipples were
touched but blossomed in anticipation. My breathing rate increased. My
mind raced waiting for the inevitable. Could I stop my arousal bubbling
over onto an orgasm when she finally massaged my boobs?
She poured more oil onto my swelling breasts so the oil ran around my
areolas and down the undersides where some dripped away. Her hands moved
down, touching my areolas. I gasped loudly, my guide giggled, the eyes of
my tormentor sparkled. Her next hand movement was firm and took hold of
both breasts pressing them upwards and to me till I had to lean into her to
stop from falling back.
I almost screamed in delight. She followed the same massage pattern as she
had exercised on Azlin. My breasts lifted on upward stroke to fall with
their weight on the downward stroke. The slide of her palms over such
sensitive areas was so erotic. I found the sensations hard to believe. In
delirium, I wept!
Her next strokes again cupped my breasts but continued to my tummy. I
whispered, "Oh, my god, you make me feel so good." She grinned once again
looking directly into my eyes.
"Most women enjoy my cleansing massages," she said in a husky voice.
My body was by then so highly sensitised I could hardly endure the touch
without cumming fiercely. She continued over my breasts and tummy, down my
sides. Down my thighs, my legs my feet but I'm sure she knew how close I
was and she was very careful not to send me over the edge.
My guide, then taking my hand, led me through a courtyard, paved in marble,
through to "The Gate," where I assumed I would wait until sent for by my
new Mistress.
I did not have to wait long before I was summoned to her presence. But I
wasn't alone with her. A number of other girls were there, collared and
branded. There were naked girls who I discovered were Palace sluts. They
were for "servicing" guests, men or women, not just for the Masters or
Mistresses.
--
I was watching my beautiful new Mistress in her harem with some of her
slaves. There was a curious strained tension in the air. I sensed the
women vying for attention.
I noticed Mistress looking at me and felt proud that she even noticed me.
Surrounding her there were gorgeous girls through to equally delightful,
more mature, but just as sexy women. All of us were dressed sexily but not
all naked or see-through. Most were very revealing but tastefully dressed
to suit the various figures of each girl or women. Many wore anklets and
matching waist chains. I saw two or three with pierced nipples, stirrups
and joining chains. I wondered if these signified some sort of ranking.
The fragrance of the oil was pervasive and alluring. That aroused me even
more than when I was ushered in and so briefly presented to my Mistress.
The others slaves drifted off one by one as Mistress finished with them and
dismissed them. Eventually just the two of us were left. New in her harem,
I had no preconceptions of what was to come. I was anxious but excited. I
was to be inducted as a submissive in the Palace and knew nothing. I was
naïve but was certain I was submissive from recent experiences with the
domme who had me sent here.
My new Mistress, being a "Wiz," whisked me away to her bedroom. I found
myself in sumptuous surroundings. Her expansive room, or I should say, suit
of rooms were furnished in a mixture of tropical eastern and western
antiques. Silks and ikat cloth were in abundance.
The curtains seemed to be heavily draped to keep the rooms cool. A
beautiful alabaster stature of two nude women, or was it of three, in an
erotic embrace dominated all else. There were other statues of women about.
The paintings on the walls were also of women and would have been
proclaimed pornographic back home. It brought a smile to my face. At least
I now knew the proclivity of my mistress. Lounges and love seats were
arranged tastefully. Side tables with fresh flowers completed the living
room. I could see through to the bedroom were a huge four-poster bed,
complete with netting, stood against a wall.
--
After my initial shock and humiliation I knew the protocol. I obeyed. "Yes
Mistress."
She stood and watched me in my nakedness. I became both fearful and
aroused. Her blue eyes feasted on my body, on my breasts, on my mons. I
looked around the room. On racks hanging from the wall there were crops,
stocks and other such paraphernalia about. I hate pain, but administered by
the right person, I succumb to it in an incredibly erotic way.
Apprehensive, I froze but my body began to betray me. My cunt dampened, my
clitoris tingled and my nipples stood as proud as palace guards.
She kissed me. A steamy, hot kiss covered my mouth. The kiss became
insistent, more passionate. Her lips slithered over mine. I moved into her
rhythm and our tongues played like kittens: tiger kittens, all
rough-and-tumble. She pressed against my hot skin. My nipples knotted
tight against hers. Her mouth moved down to my neck leaving me to moan.
She cupped my breasts firmly, squeezing tightly like bondage rope and took
my swelling nipples into her mouth one by one, suckling me so hard it hurt.
My arousal complete, she suddenly stood back. I was distraught, devastated.
I was desperate for her physical contact.
"Please Mistress, I'll do anything for you, anything you want, anything at
all."
"We'll see."
"I will, I promise!"
Then she handed me an over-sized cucumber and said, "Put lots of spit on
this and then place it on the floor and squat over it."
I took it from her. My hand would not reach around it.
"Pull your cunt lips over its tip and slowly lower yourself onto it."
Fucking a vegetable, how humiliating. I gulped! When, as fifteen-year-old
experimenting, fifteen-year-old boys had twice fucked me, but I'd never been
penetrated by a grown man, and certainly not by a vegetable, or by anything
this size.
She tried calming me.
"Go on, you will love it. Take it easy, go very slow. Your cunt will
spread wide enough to take it all."
Hesitant at first, I plucked up courage. "Yes, Mistress!"
With dread but with an undercurrent of excitement I parted my labia and
watched the intruder cram into me as I squatted. Little by little I eased
the massive phallus into my waiting, wet vagina. The sensation was
unbelievable. My body began to flush with erogenous thrills. My nipples
engorged with blood, my breasts radiated heat and throbbed with my increased
heartbeat. Best of all my pussy's walls stretched and clutched the cucumber
as if it were a beggar with a gold bar. Soon I was aware of spasms in my
vagina. These increased as more of it disappeared into me. I was agog; it
felt amazing, distending me fully, more than I ever thought possible.
"Grip it with your cunt muscles," she ordered me.
I squeezed. Sensations of pure pleasure intensified.
"Strap your thighs together with this belt," she said handing me one.
I strapped my highs together. "Mistress, please, this will make me orgasm."
"Yes, I think you will want to, but do not cum until I say you can. No
arguments, you hold on."
"I can feel it building within me, Mistress."
She hugged me. Her attitude to me had become tenderer. She kissed me. I
kissed back -- she tasted delicious. My skin was soon sensitised. Anything
that touched me made me more lustful, especially towards my Mistress. The
cucumber had stretched me till I was dribbling down my thighs. I began to
quiver all over
"You're cunt muscles are spamming, aren't they? Your cunt is taking over
your mind and body."
"Oh, god, yes Mistress. My body is shaking."
"You cannot concentrate properly can you? You, my slut, are becoming at one
with your cunt. Soon, for you, there will be no difference."
All I wanted was to cum, to orgasm and I would be in my Mistress's heaven.
She would own my body, my mind, my soul and me, totally. I wanted that as
much at that moment as I do now.
"All you can think about is your cunt and me. I am right, aren't I?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Let yourself encourage an orgasm by controlling it. Hold it back, let it
build up in your whole body."
"Oh, my god, yes, I will Mistress."
Somehow, I knew I could hold it off by not using my muscles to squeeze the
cucumber too often. But that wouldn't stop me forever. A girl can learn to
control orgasms over time, I knew that, but before this I never really
tried. I never had to.
Mistress kept ordering, "Keep squeezing till you're nearly ready to cum and
then ease off a bit and then start again."
And after some time when I became frantic to cum and was begging her in my
mind, Mistress said, "You may cum."
"Oh, yesssssss, Mistress."
The most intense orgasm swept me out of my brain. I was away for ages on a
pink sunset cloud, the sunset blinding me with amazing colours of wondrous
ecstasy. Coming down was so slow, the cucumber, a delight, still snug in
me, kept inducing spasms that would sweep me up again.
"Keep squeezing, sweet slut."
Though covered in cum, I kept squeezing my thighs. My sensitive body
thrilled at the fullness within. My pussy walls grasping at the green
monster it contained. Sweet, knobbly-skinned succulent flesh surrounded by
hot, juicy, pulsating female tissue. Erogenous sensations soared through my
body, through a mind in warped, never-ending time. But it did end not then
or there.
"Crawl to bed, sweet slut, and leave your "friend" in till the morning.
Sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow."
I crawled and dragged myself to the bed leaving a "snail-trail" behind.
Cunt was overwhelming my mind and body. Small yanks by cunt's muscular
ramparts focused my mind in felicitous ecstasy. I lay moaning like a slut
as cunt" drained me of my remaining strength from repeated mini orgasms.
Then I slept.
---
Cucumber worked erotic magic in my vivid dreams that night.
People were all about ogling, cheering, and hollering raucous suggestions at
me. I waltzed through the haze, naked except for high spikes. Men and
women stroking me everywhere. Wild sensations engulfed me. Noise -- no
music -- throbbed with my heartbeats. Was I in a nightclub? Maybe,
possibly, I don't know. A gorgeous naked blonde emerged from the haze
smiling. I couldn't see her clearly but she was familiar. She held me,
kissed me, made love with me. Ravaged my body until I came!
Suddenly I was awake. My breasts sensitive against the sheet. Nipples
throbbed, titillated by the same bedclothes, my head swimming in a cloud of
rosy-red lust. Cunt hot, sopping wet, squeezing on the object filling me.
Drifting off into the translucent fog of dream world fitfully asleep. The
familiar blonde lover returned circling, brushing against my skin,
repeatedly pushing me up towards that pink cloud.
From behind, she reached round me, her palms brushing the tips of my
nipples. Fiery nipples, a sizzle in my loins vanquishing all else from my
thoughts. Her touch, her breath, the fervour, the heat overwhelmed cunt
once more. Orgasms sweeping through me. Bliss, erotic bliss. Again awake,
drenched sheets, femme nectar assailing my aural senses, drifting away as
sleep again took over my body.
The blonde ghost returned still smiling. Had she really gone? Cunt
anticipated the apparition, drooling, squeezing on hardness and then I swam,
grasping for breath, moaning into the ecstatic haze. Cumming intensely all
over again and again before sporadic sleep returned once more.
Drifting in moving sand, blinding light, looking at the sun, into loving
eyes, her hair roving over me. Was I asleep or awake. Neither. I dream
reality. This girl is where? In a heat haze, brains fried by cunt's heat.
Full of . . .? Falling, sliding over yellow sand into a schism. A blonde
holds out a saving hand. I grab at it. A straw. No, my Mistress, I cum
yet again.
I sleep to dream once more.
I awoke cumming intensely. It was delectable, extreme. I recognised dreamy
night's blonde as my darling Mistress. Oh, I how loved her. Dawn came, its
mauve and pink sky matched my feelings. I pictured a blonde nymph and my
pussy twitched. She faded away from my mind, but I would know her anywhere.
I remembered and removed the cucumber. Immediately a gaping loss hit me.
I felt empty. I almost cried. My body shrieked for that full feeling to
return.
But I had to wait. I had to wait until later. I knew the protocol. I
would obey my Mistress.
I heard Mistress's voice, "Your training has begun."
End
Copyright (c) 2003 by Alessia Gerini
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