#4 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

29 Oct

Naomi is still standing with her legs spread wide open, pussy exposed, as Wendy wheels a table over in front of and at a little distance from Sir Evan.  The table ~ or cabinet is maybe more accurate ~ rather like a doctor’s examining table ~ stands about waist high, and Wendy pulls a set of steps out from the back part.

Naomi wobbles a bit on her way up the stairs.  Between the high heels, her arms being pinioned behind her, and the edge of fear and excitement playing on her nerves, she is naturally a bit unsteady.

Sir Daniel takes her arm to help her up.  He positions her on her knees, and presses her shoulders down so her shoulders and head rest on the table.  The table is slightly cushioned, and quite comfortable on her knees.  Once she is on the table, the steps slide back out of sight.

Sir Daniel arranges her carefully so her ass is high in the air.  It’s a bit awkward with her hands pinned behind her back, and Sir Evan says, “Unfasten her cuffs, I’ll want her to have use of her arms and hands.”

Her heart beats faster at those words, not knowing what He has in mind.

Once she is arranged to Sir Daniel’s satisfaction, He and Wendy turn the table so that she is presented, ass first, to Sir Evan.

Naomi can no longer see Him or Sir Daniel at all, and is acutely aware that they both have an unobstructed view of her asshole and pussy.  Her head is turned toward Wendy, who is standing quietly, wearing  the same black and white outfit she had worn to serve dinner.  In her hand is a riding crop.

Sir Daniel speaks quietly, “My slut, bring your hands back and use them to open your ass wider for Sir Evan, please.  Wendy, let us know if she bites her lip at any time.”

Slowly, reluctantly Naomi moves her hands behind her, reaching up to grab an ass cheek with each hand.  She can feel her face blushing, and her pussy throbbing.  She is careful to leave her mouth slightly open to keep from biting her lip.

“Good girl,” says Sir Daniel as she pulls her ass cheeks farther apart.  Her pussy clenches, and she smiles, hugging that bit of praise to herself.   Wendy nods slightly.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve used her asshole much,” says Sir Evan.

“No,” says Sir Daniel.  “I prefer her mouth and  her cunt, actually.  She’ll need to be opened quite a bit.”

“We can do that, of course,” Sir Evan says.  “Wendy, bring us a *one*, please.”

Wendy moves out of Naomi’s sight, smoothly and silently.  In a few moments, Naomi feels something cold and smooth pressing at the tiny puckered hole that she is holding open with both hands.  Her asshole tenses, trying to escape the pressure.

Wendy is back in place then, and the thing ~ it must be a dildo of some sort, Naomi thinks ~ presses deeper into her.  It feels as if it has been lubricated, it slides easily, although it’s not comfortable.  Naomi tries not to fight it, but her instinct is to tighten up trying to push it back out.

Sir Daniel presses more firmly.

Suddenly, to her dismay, Naomi hears Wendy say, “She’s biting her lip,” and realizes that she is, indeed, biting her lip ,hard.  She stops immediately, but there is a flurry of movement, Wendy out of sight,  and ~

~ Sir Evan says, “Three,”

and there is a swish and the crop  lands on the back of her thighs, so hard she cries out, and her asshole tightens painfully on the dildo, and she would rise up, but Sir Daniel has moved so that one hand is still on the dildo, pressing it in place, but the other hand is on the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place, and He says,

“Don’t move your hands, slut,”

as the crop lands again, and she screams, but her hands stay in place, and she doesn’t bite her lip,

~ not even the third time the crop lands, crisscrossing the first two blows so the pain is fierce and she feels tears in her eyes.

Then Wendy is back in place, looking as calm as if nothing has happened at all, and  Sir Daniel slides the dildo the rest of the way in, so it nestles deep inside her and she feels herself  truly impaled on it.

She whimpers, but she does not bite her lip.

“Fasten the dildo in place,” says Sir Evan.  “And let’s see how wet she is.”

Horrified, Naomi realizes that her pussy is burning and her pussy juice is running down the inside of her thighs.

She is not sure what Sir Daniel is doing behind her.  She feels something cool ~ a thin chain maybe ~ wrapped around her waist.    She is a little dazed, and not sure how it works, but there seem to be pieces of chain that runs from the base of the dildo to the belt ~ one on either side of her pussy and one straight up her back. The smaller chains attach securely to that.  She realizes that the dildo will stay in place ~ she will not even be able to push it out, while they will still have free access to her pussy if they choose to use it.

And does she hope they do?  Does she want to feel a cock filling her?  She wants to think not, but her throbbing pussy does want exactly that.

Fingers fill her then, right at that moment, and she gasps and pushes back on them, trying to rock her hips so she can take them deeper.

Sir Evan chuckles.  “Wet?”  He asks.

Sir Daniel laughs, “If she were wetter, we might drown in her juices.”

Even Wendy smiles, and Naomi thinks she might die of shame, but she can’t stop her hips from trying to capture more of the fingers, and when His thumb strokes her clit, she cries out.  

She might have found relief, might have come in another minute, but Immediately, the fingers are pulled out, and she can hear a slight *pop* as He pulls free.

“I think that’s clear then,” says Sir Evan.  “You were right about that.  Turn her around and we’ll finish examining her breasts.”

13 Responses to “#4 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. Fondlers Anon October 29, 2012 at 6:58 am #

    Note to self- do NOT read any more of these fantasy posts unless there is a vibrator nearby! And definitely not out in public at the coffee shop!

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:25 am #

      Ha, thanks, Fondles! i love that it affects you “that way!”

      aisha

  2. nancy October 29, 2012 at 10:40 am #

    Nodding.. agrees with Fondles Anon ~~
    Thank you for keeping the story going.. no matter how torturous it is to read.. I like it~!

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:26 am #

      Thanks, Nancy, Glad you’re enjoying it, and thanks for letting me know!

      aisha

  3. appy October 29, 2012 at 10:47 am #

    I like your story. It is exciting. Thanks.

    appy

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:27 am #

      Hi, appy ~ Glad you’re liking it! Thank you!

      aisha

  4. vanillamom October 29, 2012 at 1:04 pm #

    holy FUCK woman! This is magnificently done!

    nilla

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:27 am #

      Thanks, ‘Nilla! {blushing…} That means a lot coming from you! 🙂

      aisha

  5. Wordwytch October 29, 2012 at 4:17 pm #

    I agree with the rest. Very well done. Aieee-ya!

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:28 am #

      Thank you, Wordwytch, i appreciate the feedback!

      aisha

  6. Lady P October 29, 2012 at 5:59 pm #

    Not safe for peeking at work, either …
    LadyP

    • aisha October 31, 2012 at 6:29 am #

      Hi, Lady P {laughing…} i think that’s a good thing!

      aisha

  7. quiltraveler November 1, 2012 at 8:35 pm #

    What i love, Aisha, is your thoughtfulness about cushioning her knees. Thank you for that. Nothing ruins being on all fours like sore knees. 😉

    Night owl

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