After the Dreams (Caroline's Company) (4 page)

‘Lovely, both of you. Thank you Sylvie. I hope our guest was
well behaved?  Yes, I’m sure he was. Come over here.’

 She drew the slave girl to
her, kissed her round her gag, and caressed her breasts before taking the key
from its chain and kissing that too.

‘Come here,’ she beckoned to her guest. ‘Would you like to
unlock her?’

She proffered the key. He took it and as he worked out what
to unlock and remove, the slave girl squirmed around him. He took off the mouth
gag first, and the girl responded by kissing his fingers. After her eyes had
requested and received  permission from her mistress, she kissed him with the
same tongue kiss that the two women had been exchanging earlier.

‘Now take off her lower gag too.’

He fumbled a bit, the task not
made easier by the squirming girl under his hands. He managed the lock, but had
to place his fingers on her naked smooth pubis to remove the red ball. She
placed her hands on his, and made him struggle to pull the ball out of her.
Finally she let him achieve the removal, and then kissed his hands.

‘Good Girls,’ said Caroline. (Girls?) ‘Now come and see how
we have prepared you.’

With Caroline holding one arm,
and Sylvie the other, the shaking guest was led to a three panelled mirror on
the far side of the fireplace.

Between the two naked women,
their faces flushed with delight, stood what was apparently another woman, not
quite naked and very flat-chested, but with painted nails, and a lightly made-up
face with subtly lined eyes. Her rather mousy (although quite long) brown hair
was  shot through with red and gold highlights, and was looped up behind her
ears. She was clad in a very tight flower print bikini bottom, and a twisted
scarf on her top which hid, although could not disguise her lack of breasts. On
her feet were high-heeled sandals, although the heels much lower than those of
the two voluptuous and naked women on each side of her.

‘Well done Sylvie.’

‘Thank you my mistress and owner.’

‘Did she co-operate fully?’ (She?)

‘Oh yes. She was a bit startled when I fastened her into the
frame, but I soon made her comfortable!’

‘Sylvie – I hope not too comfortable?’

‘Oh no mistress. The icepack on her groin made her start a
bit.’ (A bit!) ‘But it shrunk her nicely to get the bikini on.’

‘Yes – it fits nicely.’ Both women ran their hands over the garment
and the groin and the bottom being discussed.

‘Was there much hair to remove?’

‘Very little, and she made no fuss.’

‘Good Girls.’ (There it was again – girls!)

‘Caroline,’ the new girl tried
to say, but all that came out was a whisper. As before, soft fingers and lips
prevented more attempts at speech, but this time the finger and lips were
Sylvie’s.

‘Don’t try to speak dear. The last fruit we fed you had a
little vocal anaesthetic in it. It won’t last long, but you won’t need your
voice this evening. Just enjoy how you look, and how we look.’

Hands caressed the new girl; bottoms and breasts rubbed
around her; fingers and lips explored her mouth.

‘Now we have to make one last preparation – what name shall
we give you? What do you think Sylvie?’

‘May I really give her a name Mistress and Owner?’

‘What do you think?‘

‘I think Cassandra would fit
her nicely, with Cassie for short.’

‘Just right! Do you think
Cassandra will suit you?’

The new girl didn’t know what to say, but remembered she
couldn’t say anything anyway, so after a little pause, nodded rather shyly. The
other two women laughed at the response.

‘She’s lovely,’ said Caroline,
and lead Cassandra by the hand, back to the satin sofas and the warm firelight.

In what happened after that,
Caroline’s second rule was clearly demonstrated. To start with both big
breasted women kissed and licked each other, but always one of them kept at
least one hand on Cassandra. Frequently a finger or a tongue or a breast was in
or against her mouth. Her head was pushed down to lick Caroline’s sex. Caroline
encouraged her to use her own tongue, while Sylvie’s breasts rubbed round her
shoulders. Then there came a time, when both women locked her in an embrace,
and one of them, Cassie never knew who, removed her scarf top. Cassie found her
nipples being explored with tongues and sometimes teeth, to the point when it
almost hurt.

‘Darling Cassie, I think we’ve
made you wait long enough,’ Caroline whispered in her ear, and hands slid round
her bikini bottom and gently eased it away. Fingers massaged the revealed balls
and penis, which stood urgently upright from the smooth crotch. The fingers
were supplemented by Sylvie’s questing mouth and tongue. When Cassie had almost
completely lost control, the fingers and mouth were removed, and she was laid
back on the sofa by the slave girl, so that her mistress and owner could first
stand and show Cassie her proud breasts, and then slowly and gently slide on
top of her. It was the slave girl’s fingers who guided the penis inside
Caroline, and it was the slave girl who kept up the attention to Cassie’s
nipples while Caroline rode her up and down.

After her tumultuous climax,
Cassie felt almost neglected for a brief spell while the two other women bought
each other to further climaxes, but always at least one hand was kept on part
of Cassie’s anatomy.

‘Cassie dear, did you like that?’ Caroline asked a quiet
interval.

The nodded reply was followed by an all encompassing kiss
from Sylvie.

‘I think she did – my mistress and owner.’

‘Do you think we should encourage her more?’

‘Oh yes mistress.’

‘You feed her then, while I attend to the fire.’

While the naked Caroline,
having put on a leather apron and gloves and a protective mask for her face,
carefully placed more logs on the fire, Sylvie fed the naked Cassandra with
strawberries, and raspberries, and cherries and golden sparkling wine. The
places she made Cassie eat from included her mouth and between her breasts, and
Cassie twice had to grasp a strawberry with her teeth from between the moist
lips of Sylvie’s vulva. It was after this that the flaccid penis started
showing more signs of erection.

(This was reinforced by the
sight of the naked Caroline in her mask – which for some reason she had
forgotten to take off!)

‘She is lovely and young and strong!’ said Caroline, blowing
softly into Cassie’s ear. Then, to be fair, she removed her mask and kissed her
slave girl. ‘You should have her now.’

This time it was Caroline who
laid the almost breathless Cassie on her back, almost smothered her with lips
and breasts and, as Sylvie climbed onto the entirely defenceless body, slid the
young penis into the slave with firm but gentle fingers.

With Caroline sometimes rubbing
her breasts into Cassie, and sometimes exchanging passionate kisses with the
mounted Sylvie, and sometimes tweaking and nibbling Cassie’s nipples, the
threesome achieved Cassie’s second climax of the night, and even when that was
over Caroline and Sylvie drove each other to a further mutual and heightened
orgasm, not forgetting to keep a hand, or a leg or a mouth touching Cassie.

‘Is she asleep?’ Cassie heard Caroline whisper. Cassie
opened her eyes and blinked.

‘Hello little girl – did we wear you out?’ There was a soft
giggle from Sylvie.

‘Would you like a bedtime drink – a warm one?’ Cassie pulled
her thoughts together as much she could and nodded.

‘Come with us.’ Sylvie helped her
put on a fluffy warm gown. (It was a pale pink colour she noticed. Caroline
wore a darker one, almost purple; Sylvie had a lighter lavender shade.)

The fire had burn down to a
soft glow.

Sylvie took her hand and led her after Caroline back through
the double doors into the empty dining room and through another door into a
large and comfortable kitchen. There was a large range on the far wall, which
was sending out an encouraging heat, with some easy chairs in front of it. 
Sylvie busied herself making cocoa.

‘Wh...’ Cassie tried to speak.

‘Shhh dear.’ She felt Caroline’s soft finger on her lips and
almost shuddered as her body remembered. ‘You won’t be able to speak properly
until the morning. Don’t worry, it’s nothing permanent. Let’s have our cocoa,
and then we’ll all get some sleep. You don’t need to worry about the morning.
Just come down here when you are ready, and Belle Newcombe will get you some
breakfast, or lunch, or brunch, or tea or whatever you want. We can have a long
talk later on. Will that be alright?’

All Cassie could do was nod.

She saw Aphrodite asleep in a
basket near the range, her striped ribcage rising and falling, and was grateful
that the cat was as content as she was. The cocoa was warm and comforting. When
it was finished, Sylvie led her upstairs back to her room. ‘Do you want a
bath?’ Sylvie asked. Without waiting for a response she went through into the
large bathroom, and Cassie heard the sound of running water. She fell on the
bed, and was almost asleep when the slave girl helped her out of the gown, and
into the warm bubbly and scented bath. She was asleep a few minutes later when
Sylvie came back, woke her briefly, helped her out of the bath, dried her with
large fluffy towels, and let her collapse into the large bed.

Cassie never remembered what
Sylvie did then, but she fell asleep with the sensation and memory of gentle
fingers running over her skin, and soft lips on hers.

Sylvie covered the sleeping girl
with the duvet, and went to the door. Caroline stood there watching her new
guest. She smiled happily, kissed her slave girl, and led her to Caroline’s own
bedroom.

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Chapter Three

Doubts and Decisions

The dreams were amazing, like
nothing he had remembered before, swirling blonde hair, breasts and soft bodies
against his.  (His breasts?) Being tied up and having his entire body touched,
rubbed, smoothed, decorated, being prepared for someone else’s pleasure.
Entering another body and becoming part of a surging uncontrollable mutual
passion. Fingers on his lips. Painted finger nails. His painted nails?

He woke to sunshine filtering
around think velvet curtains. He looked around the room, stretched and got out
of bed. He was naked and hairless all over, and he did have painted nails!

There was a gentle knock on the
door. ‘Hello. Are you awake?’

He panicked, got back on the bed, and pulled the duvet round
him.

The knock again

‘Hello.’

‘Yes?’ His voice sounded croaky.

‘Can I come in?’

‘Oh, yes.’ he replied, kneeling on the bed and pulling the
duvet up to his shoulders. (His chest and nipples were sore.)

The door opened and Sylvie looked round into the room.

‘Would you like some coffee?’

‘Oh – yes please.’

Sylvie came into the room. She was wearing her grey slit
skirt again, a pinkish grey blouse and an elegant silver bracelet that matched
her collar.  Had he really seen her last night wearing nothing but chains? She
brought a silver tray, with a coffee pot and milk and sugar and placed it on a
small table.  She poured a mug of coffee and came over towards the bed. He
tried to hold up the duvet with one hand, and take the mug with the other, and
didn’t succeed. Sylvie didn’t register the boy’s embarrassment, but turned to
the window. She pulled a long cord, and the curtains pulled open without a
sound. She fastened each side with a braided loop. Sunlight flooded the room.

‘Caroline gave you this room because it faces south west.
You saw the evening sun yesterday? Well, it’s nearly mid-day now so you are
getting the sun direct. Is it a bit bright for you?’

She pulled another cord and the
vertical blinds moved to an angle which blocked the brightest of the light.

‘There you are. We thought we’d better wake you up, because
you must be getting hungry. When you are ready just come down to the kitchen.’

‘But my clothes, and toothbrush... and things....’

‘Oh don’t worry you’ll find everything you need. There’s
clean everything in the bathroom, and clean clothes in the cupboard and
drawers. You should find things to fit you. Can I pour you some more coffee?’

’What shall I do about these?’ he showed his fingers to the
girl.

‘Don’t worry, no-one will mind. But If it worries you I’ll
clean them for you?’

‘Um..’

‘If it makes you happier we’ll
clean them.’

She went into the bathroom, and came back with a bottle and
a bag of cotton-wool balls. ‘Come here.’ She sat on the bed and pulled his left
hand towards her. ‘You just drink your coffee. Have to be careful doing this.
Don’t want to damage my own nails. You have no idea how long it takes to paint
them by oneself. Of course it’s quicker if someone does them for you.’

She deftly moistened cotton-wool with nail varnish remover,
and wiped clean each finger in turn. The touch of her fingers on his had a
calming effect on his mind.

‘And the other one.’ He changed the mug hand to hand, and
Sylvie took his right hand.

‘Toes to? Although no-one will
mind at all. It was such fun painting nail varnish on you!’

The boy pulled the duvet more tightly
round him as he remembered. Had that really happened? 

‘I could see you were quite fascinated by the whole process.
Caroline said you would be. Well, if you want....’ He pushed his feet out from
under the duvet.

Sylvie knelt down beside the
bed. More memories from last night came back to him, as he looked down on the
blonde head, and the swell of her breasts in her blouse. Part of him swelled in
reaction to sight, and the touch of her hands on his feet and toes.

‘There we are. All done. Anything else you want?’

‘Sylvie?’

 ‘Yes ?’

‘I’m a bit sore here.’ He indicated his chest.