Dreams and Desires (45 page)

Her orgasm, which came quickly, was like an explosion inside her. She felt the man's essence flooding her canal as he came too and welcomed it. The man lifted her up from the floor, still engaged on his cock, and brought her into the bedroom where he laid her on her back and made her come again.

Afterwards, Ramón let the female explore him, use him as her need dictated. He rolled to his back and the woman washed his body with her kisses, stroked his manhood, engulfed it with her lips. She touched every inch of his body, free for the first time since Saturday night to experience the tactile pleasure of his flesh with her fingers and palms. He filled her with his essence three times before they were done. When she had exhausted her passions, she laid nestled into his shoulder, her hand rubbing over his chest and belly, softly sobbing her gratitude for his use. He sent her his sorrow for her pain and his deep, caring affection for her. When he sensed her calm acceptance, he turned his head and kissed her smiling lips as she caressed his face.

Adele was waiting for Kelly, kneeling naked at the foot of the bed when her dream man rose from his familiar's embrace. She took Kelly gently by the hand and brought her to the bathroom where she bathed her and took care of her other needs. She shaved away the slight stubble that had risen on her mons during the course of the day and gave loving release with her mouth afterwards on the bathroom rug. As she had promised the day before, she applied a bright red polish to her finger and toe nails. When Adele presented her to the dream man, bound and chained as she had been the night before, Kelly was pleased to have been decorated for his pleasure.

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Their days soon settled into a regular routine. In the mornings, after the man had drained her of the mists she had gathered for him during her dreams, Adele would give them all breakfast. Kelly would feed on her lord's cock while Adele made her face ready for the day and then the blond woman would shave her loins as she lay on the bed and mouth her to pleasure, often while the dream man watched appreciatively. She would then adorn and dress her. She had purchased a few more short, revealing skirts for her while Ramón had been busy at the motel and some more pullover shirts. She would not let her wear anything that buttoned since it would interfere with Ramón's access to her breasts during the day. Except for when Kelly was taken from the car into the lab, there was no more need to hide her leather collar and so there was no necessity for turtlenecks. Instead, when they left the house, Adele covered the accepting woman's neck with a scarf, which concealed the collar until they got inside the lab.

When they arrived at the office, Ramón each day reinforced his bond to her and her obedience to his will by bringing her to orgasm and filling her with his warm essence in her office, either on her desk or on the soft, cushioned rug. The girls would all greet the dream man as they had the first day, although by Thursday, Felicity was offering her pussy to the man and Melissa had, on Wednesday night before the girls went home, knelt between his thighs and pleasured him with her mouth. Chandra was still embarrassed at her lack of sexual experience, but needed no more coaching to bring pleasure to the man with her lips.

Every evening, when they returned home, Kelly underwent a prolonged session with her vibrator, during which her sexual delirium would be reestablished. Ramón made love to her afterwards, opting for the orifice of his choice before they assembled around the dinner table for their supper. Adele had bought a couple of vegetarian cookbooks and tried her hand at making interesting meals, proudly announcing each night the name and contents of the recipe.

Kelly's fear that the lab girls would discover her in the midst of sexual union with the dream man was realized Tuesday afternoon when Felicity came into Kelly's office to drop off a lab slip. Kelly was on her knees, her hands bound behind her, gratefully pleasuring the dream man's cock when the door opened. Adele had dressed her in a soft, pale blue sweater that morning and Ramón had pulled it up over her head and down her arms behind her. She felt a surge of shame at the revelation of her subservience to the man, her bared breasts, the confinement of her wrists. But Ramón, who was naked, merely sent her a reassuring wave of pleasure through his hands on her head and it quickly passed.

That evening, any doubt Kelly had that the lab assistants were fully aware of her enthrallment to the man was dispelled. After dinner, she had been bound in place in the hallway as they prepared to leave. Kelly was frantic she would be abandoned again, unhappy that Adele's promise of the night before was going to be broken. Her mind and body were filled with the mesmerizing effects of the man's discharges into her, but she was able to understand the import of her confinements and began to cry in anticipation of her impending, lonely torment. To her surprise, she heard a car pull up the driveway, the sound of feet on the porch and a light knock on the door.

Adele opened the door and escorted Melissa and Felicity into the house. She took their coats and led them into the hallway. They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and smiled sweetly at their grotesquely bound employer.

Kelly was distressed at being displayed naked and bound to the pretty young girls. Every time she thought she had reached the nadir of shame and humiliation at being made into the dream man's fuck toy, she only had to wait to discover a new low. Adele ignored her muted moan of unhappiness from behind her gag. “The girls are going to keep you company and take care of you while we're out,” Adele said to Kelly softly as she knelt next to her and stroked her breasts. She motioned for the girls to approach. “Dr. Jameson will need to be comforted while Ramón is away. We'll be back around ten. Make sure she gets release about every half an hour or so. Otherwise, she'll suffer. Can you do that?"

The young girls, who had taken kneeling positions in front of the bound woman, nodded sheepishly. Their friendship had intensified as a result of their enthrallment by Ramón and they were holding hands. Kelly, through her mind fogging mist as a result of Ramón's after dinner attentions, tried to muster a protest at being displayed so obscenely before the young girls. But the dream man sent her such an intense wave of pleasure and reassurance through his hands as Adele waited for him by the door, that her revulsion at the exposure of her abasement was temporarily subsumed by her bliss.

After Ramón and Adele left, the girls knelt on their haunches silently before the bound woman for a long while. Kelly's mind was clearing and she was already beginning to feel the distress of being separated from her captor. The looks in the girls’ eyes was adoring and respectful of their ostensive employer, ostensive because it was clear Ramón was the one who controlled their actions now. Kelly thought they looked like they were as uncomfortable and unsure of themselves as she was, having been charged with what was certainly in their minds a huge and strange responsibility. While she was sad at being left behind by Ramón and Adele and dismayed at the display of her naked and bound body to the young girls, she appreciated the fact that at least she was not alone and blindfolded, forced to endure her separation from the man in the lonely quietude of the small farmhouse.

Neither Melissa nor Felicity had harbored any inclination to lesbianism prior to their enthrallment by Ramón. Their affection for each other had grown and they had taken to kissing each other when they met in the morning and separated in the evenings. And throughout the past two days, they had increased their physical contact with each other, holding hands as they were now, or stroking or caressing each others’ arms or shoulders when they talked. But to be responsible for the ‘comfort’ of another woman was something they were not fully prepared for. They both revered Dr. Jameson as the especial thrall of their new found lord. However, kissing and touching the intimate flesh of another female was offputting, to say the least.

Felicity was the one to take the bull by the horns. After gazing appreciatively at Kelly's exposed, delectable form, she broke the contact between her and her friend's hands and unceremoniously pulled her t-shirt up over her head. She was braless and her breasts swayed gently on her chest as she tossed the top aside. Melissa looked at her wide eyed. She had never seen Felicity's boobs before, not naked anyway. She stared as her girlfriend got to her feet and began to unbuckle her jeans.

"Come on, Liss,” Felicity told her. “If Dr. Jameson has to be naked, then it's only fair we are too."

"I, I don't know,” Melissa replied. “I'm not sure that I want to."

Felicity had kicked off her boots and was pulling her pants down over her hips, underwear and all. “Well, I'm going to. Dr. Jameson needs us to help her and we really can't do that if we're wearing clothes. It just wouldn't seem right."

Melissa watched as Felicity drew her jeans over her feet and dropped them on the floor behind her. Felicity had graceful hips and long legs. Her slit was covered with a thin layer of soft, curly blond hair. Her belly was flat. “Wow,” Melissa said to her friend in admiration and amazement. “You're really pretty, Fel.” And then she giggled. “At least I know now for sure you're a natural blond."

Felicity laughed. “It's funny,” she said. “I've let maybe a dozen boys see my cunny, a couple that I hardly even knew. And yet you're my best friend and you've never seen it.” She stroked her hand the length of it, from the bottom to the top. “How do you like it?” she asked, smiling.

Melissa looked uncomfortable at her friend's interrogatory. She didn't want her to get the wrong idea. “Oh, it's pretty,” she said finally. “Like the rest of you."

The taller blond girl, satisfied with her friend's answer, knelt down again next to her. “I'm not sure what to do next,” she announced.

Bother girls stared at the older, bound woman for several minutes. Kelly tried to fight off the feelings of lust that were rising within her. The idea that the young girl's lips and hands might soon be on her were driving her passions. “What has Ramón done to me?” she thought miserably. She knew she would not be able to last long without exhibiting signs of her desire. Her pussy began to tingle and she pressed her thighs together. Her breasts were becoming tight and her nipples had hardened. She was unable to suppress a sigh.

"See,” Felicity told her friend, “she needs us.” Tentatively, the naked blond girl crept closer to the bound woman on her knees. She placed a small hand on the woman's shoulder and stroked it softly, her touch light as a feather.

Kelly felt her skin tingle as the gentle fingers drew across her flesh. She wanted this and yet didn't. She was about to cross yet another boundary. She had made love to Adele, enjoyed and relished her caresses, moaned and writhed as her friend pleasured her. But this was something else entirely. It would confirm her transformation into an engine of undifferentiated lust, a being willing to couple with anyone who would bring her pleasure, she thought, miserably. But would it really? These young girls were the servants of her master. Their touch was his touch. Their lips were his lips. And her desire for them was a corollary of her desire for the man who had enthralled her. And there was no sign of exploitation or derision in the young girls’ eyes. Their affection and caring for her were clear on their unpretentious, young faces. And her need was real, would become stronger, almost intolerable as the night grew on.

Kelly felt a wave of affection for the two girls. The goodness and benevolence of the man who had converted them to his use shown through them. Why shouldn't she love them? And why shouldn't she accept their caresses, their warmth?

Felicity had been encouraged by the sensation of touching the older woman's warm flesh. She crept a little closer and put both of her hands on her shoulders, caressing them. She was kneeling straight up and she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the captive woman's forehead. Kelley's burnt orange hair was loose and free about her shoulders and back. Their naked breasts touched gently, sending both women a thrill. Felicity leaned over and planted a soothing, impassioned kiss on Kelly's neck, just under her leather collar, at the joinder with her shoulder. She slid her hands down and took possession of the woman's stiff nipples, delicately stroking them, teasing them until the woman moaned with pleasure. Leaning back, the thin, blond girl cupped her hands under the woman's left breast and lifted it to her mouth, suckling on the tip lovingly, running her tongue around the hardened teat until the bound woman moaned again. She repeated her oral adoration to the other breast, giving it long, loving attention. She looked up into the eyes of her master's precious thrall. “Oh, Dr. Jameson,” she said. “I'm so happy. You're so beautiful, I, I.... “A tear formed in her eye and she placed her hands around the older woman's neck and hugged her tightly, pressing their chests firmly together, rubbing her belly and breasts against her. Kelly revered the warmth that flowed between them, the genuineness of the girl's affectionate gesture. Felicity then let her hands fall down the woman's shoulders and arms, down along her shapely torso and over her hips. Moving slightly to the side, she placed one hand on her lower back and pressed the other between her thighs.

Kelly had tightened her knees when she had been trying to fight off her lust and shame at her display before the two young girls. They were still pressed together firmly now. “Please spread you legs, Dr. Jameson,” Felicity whispered into her ear, her hand stroking her thighs. “I want to make you come."

A surge of lust flowed through Kelly at the young girl's brazen statement. She closed her eyes and widened her knees, admitting the pleasing hand to her loins. A tender, probing finger traced its way along the length of her bare slit and then down again, sending a thrill of pleasure through her. The finger repeated its trek, more firmly and with more confidence. The third time, it nestled against her bud of pleasure and stroked it gently making Kelly's body shudder with delight.

Melissa watched her friend make love to their bound boss with lustful fascination. Her palms had become sweaty and her pussy began to burn. Unconsciously, her hand rose to her breasts and began to stroke them through her thin t-shirt. Her lips parted and her tongue darted around them. She could not believe what she was seeing. If someone had asked her a few hours ago how she would feel about watching two women make love, she would have made a yucky face and put her finger down her throat. But now, she wasn't so sure. The rapture on Dr. Jameson's face was unmistakable. And the vision of her friend suckling her breasts and fingering her cleft made her own pussy tingle with excitement.