Time and again she makes to turn in her sleep or to lower an arm to replicate the caresses of her lovers and the cuffs securing her to the top of the bed. She half rouses to find herself between them with a gentling hand reminding her that her body is theirs and not her own, as it strokes her back into her dreams...The contrast between his silky hardness and gleaming gold and black Shiri Zinn luxury dildo as each claim her...The woman’s words, “Can we keep her” and her own confession that nobody will miss her until Sunday...Two more days...What more will they do with her in those days? The way she’s bound prevents her from moving again as instinct urges her to roll over, pressing her mons into the mattress...
A dream tantalises her with the memory of being forced to watch her reflection as their hands caressed and corrected her, and of her first orgasm away from the privacy of her own bed. It reminds her of the sense of shame that surrounded both. That shame! The shame of another shadow life...It plays back each of them taking her. The hard, smoothness of man’s body, and his power; controlled, as it declared ownership of her pleasure; wild as he seized his own, the surprisingly sinuous strength hidden within the woman’s curves and her silky skin. Her dream self-sinks into her sense of powerlessness as each took her in turn, and delights in it.In her visions, like the heroines of her fantasies, she accepts she deserves punishment for making love with a married woman and a married man.Fearful yet eager for absolution,she surrenders herself to their spankings and paddlings as meekly as to their kisses and caresses. And just as in the evening, their bonds and their will free her of everything but her pleasure and their own…
She sees that she’s no longer a girl imagining what it would be like, unfulfilled in her life and her loves… She’s a woman. One who understands O, and Beauty, and Anastasia. Seduced and compelled into her true self, proud even as she kneels, cared for as she is punished, cherished as she is absolved and freed by the leather and steel gold ankle cuff with which she is bound…dreams filled with what she has experienced, and what she has fantasized, dreams that promise frightening and delicious realization…Instead she’s the woman who lay between her lovers and took the iridescent thrusting dildo offered to her, and slowly, deliciously, guided herself to ecstasy as she exalted in their touch…She doesn’t know if she cried out, or moved and woke them, or if one, or both of her lovers have stirred and sought amusement. All she knows is that though her hands are denied her, another hand, larger and stronger, on her and a voice, his, is murmuring, “Hush…”The hand reaches across her body, and the voice murmurs, “Are you awake?” though not to her.
There’s a purr in answer, followed by a soft, “what do you want, you wicked man?”“Ooh, nothing,” his voice rumbling caramel, “Just think our pet needs some attention.” “Is that so?” She chuckles in reply. “At this time of night?” A feminine hand joins the masculine one, warm on her heated flesh, her fingers send ecstatic tingles down her neck. “Very well,” there’s another chuckle, “But she’ll have to be punished in the morning…” The girl doesn’t speak, half awake, and fully aroused as she is, their words mesh with her dreams as readily as her dreams had with their love making. Each of her lovers snakes a leg over one of hers and captures it, holding her open to their touch and making her even more the prisoner than her bonds. She hadn’t been able to press herself against them or their bed, due to the high end bondage restraints, but she can and does against their oh so knowing hands…
To be continued...
Master E
