Message-ID: <44030asstr$1061331004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [alessia_gerini@hotmail.com] Reply-To: alessia@37.com From: "Alessia Gerini" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 Aug 2003 08:57:20.0593 (UTC) FILETIME=[E611D410:01C3662F] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 16:57:19 +0800 Subject: {ASSM} A Dreamy Night {F, veg} by Alessia Gerini Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 18:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman _________________________________________________________________ ninemsn Extra Storage comes with McAfee Virus Scanning - to keep your Hotmail account and PC safe. Click here http://join.msn.com/ <1st attachment, "A dreamy night.txt" begin> 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/ ==+==+== 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! ==+==+== 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." 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