#9 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

3 Nov

Bowed back as she is, Naomi is quite uncomfortable.  Being exposed like this is a shock, and the position itself is not easy to maintain.   It is, she has read, one of the most difficult of the slave positions to hold, like the back bend of an acrobat.

So she is grateful when they rearrange her, letting her lie on her back with her knees bent, feet on the ground, thighs spread wide.  The dildo, wedged firmly in her ass, fades in and out of her awareness.

Right now, she is very aware of it, the sense of fullness, the knowledge that she is impaled on it and cannot expel it.  Her nipples are tingling, her pussy hot and swollen.  She wants the dildo out of her ass, she wants an orgasm, she wants to taste Sir Evan’s cock, and she is happier right now than she has been in a long time.

And they let her lie there for a long time, in fact they cover her with a blanket, and she is aware of Sir Daniel and Sir Evan talking, but they are sitting at the table and she can’t hear what they’re saying.  Wendy is close by, and she caresses Naomi’s hair at times.  Other times, she pulls the blanket back and strokes Naomi’s pussy, with the same dispassionate tenderness.

Naomi has not been touched like this by a woman before, and some part of her brain protests, but she likes it too much to ask Wendy to stop.  Naomi even dozes a little, her mind drifting away into odd corners of her subconscious.

She is happily floating in a half-conscious haze when she hears Sir Evan.  She keeps her eyse closed, listening to him.

‘Well, has our little slave girl fallen asleep?  I”m sure she’s tired, it’s been a long evening.  She will be sleeping her tonight, Wendy, she is in the fourth room, of course.  You and Sara may get her ready for bed.  But she will need to be fully awake first.  Will you put the nipple clamp back on her, please, I think that should wake her up.”

Naomi’s eyes pop open, and “I’m awake now!” she says, “No need ~” and the look on Sir Evan’s face reminds her that she has spoken without permission.  She stops, and her mouth forms an “O,” but no sound escapes.

“Three,” He says with a nod to Wendy.

Wendy moves quickly, snatching the blanket off Naomi in one quick movement.  Riding crop in one hand, she pushes Naomi’s legs back to her chest with the other.  Sir Daniel steps up, standing near Naomi’s head.  He leans forward to grasp each of the ankles, pulling them back towards himself so her ass is exposed, as are the backs of her thighs.

The three groupings of three welts each are still visible, although not as pronounced as they had been earlier.  Wendy strikes again, the first one landing in the middle of Naomi’s ass, crossing that grouping.  The second one follows quickly, landing lower down, across the welts on the part of one’s ass that touches the chair when sitting.  The third one, of course, lands on the back of her upper thighs.  Now each grouping has four welts.

Naomi has cried out with each of the blows, and even afterwards, whimpers as she absorbs the pain.

With determination, she pictures herself about to speak, imagines Sir Evan’s cock filling her mouth, stopping her.  She plays the image over and over in her mind, hoping it will stick with her when she needs it most.

“Take her shoes and stockings off,” says Sir Evan, His voice gentle.  “Then help her get up.”

Sir Daniel has released her ankles, and she is lying on her side, her legs pulled up, and Wendy allows her to stay in that position while she unstraps her heels and peels off her thigh highs.   Wendy pats her face and murmurs softly to her for a minute or two.  She holds her head up and gives her water to drink, and Naomi is grateful.

Then Wendy helps Naomi roll over,  get up on her hands and knees, and finally stand.  Sir Daniel, on the other side of her, offers a hand.

Once Naomi is on her feet, Sir Daniel moves behind her, wraps the blanket around her.  It covers her shoulders and back, but is open in the front so her breasts and pussy are visible.  

Available, she thinks, wishing they would use her.

Sir Evan says, “You have done well on the evaluation so far.  We’ll resume tomorrow, if you are willing, but now it’s time to sleep.  Your room has been prepared.  Wendy and Sara will prepare you..”

He nods and Naomi realizes there is a third woman in the room, a tiny blonde with big eyes, wearing a robe that is open in the front.  Naomi can see that her nipples are pierced.   Her pussy is bare.

She ~ the third woman, Sara ~ and Wendy take Naomi from Sir Daniel.  They rearrange the blanket, folding it like a shawl, so it wraps her shoulders and arms, but leaves her ass exposed as well as her breasts and pussy.

Wendy speaks, it is the first time Naomi has heard her voice, and she assumes that Sir Evan has given some signal to allow it.  “Your ass,” says Wendy, slapping it firmly, “is always to be displayed, as are your breasts and your cunt.”

To Naomi’s dismay, Wendy smacks her breasts. her hand flicking against Naomi’s already tender nipples, and then she lowers her hand and swings it, open palm up, connecting  with a loud smack on Naomi’s pussy.

Naomi’s eyes meet Sir Evans and she knows without a word passing between them that she is subject to discipline from Wendy, that if she disobeys, she will be punished.  And from Sara too?  Her eyes move to Sara, who grins and nods.

Sir Evan says, “Tonight is an adventure.  You are a guest, and we will remember that.  But you are also being evaluated for a position as slave girl four.  You may decide tomorrow not to pursue this, or we may decide you are not ~ not well suited to be trained here.  I suggest that you show Wendy and Sara the utmost respect tonight.”

12 Responses to “#9 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. sin November 3, 2012 at 8:29 am #

    It’s just a fantasy of course (though a very hot one). If you could choose to be in this fantasy, would you want to be Naomi or Wendy or Sara? In other words, would you want to be in the middle or on the very bottom?

    • Fondles November 3, 2012 at 10:01 am #

      I think i would like to be in the middle… what about you?

      to be right at the top of that foodchain means probably that I’d have to pay doubly for anything I did wrong. *shudder*

      • aisha November 4, 2012 at 9:18 am #

        Hey, Fondles ~

        So, not Naomi?


    • aisha November 4, 2012 at 9:17 am #

      O, interesting question, Sin. Actually, i totally picture myself on the bottom, and hadn’t thought about being anywhere else. i don’t think ~ no, i don’t think i have any fantasies that would put me in that middle space. And no desire to be there.

      How about you?


  2. K November 3, 2012 at 10:08 am #

    aisha, it’s nice to see you posting fantasies again. I remember when i first started reading your blog, you had this one where i think you’d be in a flannel shirt or something and your fantasy Dom would say “come here.” lol…then you met your real life Sir 🙂 Anyway, just thought I’d share my reminiscing with ya 🙂 hugs, k

    • aisha November 4, 2012 at 9:20 am #

      Hi, K,

      O, that’s nice that you remember those fantasies! Those were my most realistic ones, and really reflected what i wanted in a relationship. and really, you know, that’s a lot like what i’ve got.


      How cool. Thanks for reminding me. 🙂


  3. SirQsMLB November 3, 2012 at 7:35 pm #

    I love that she wants to protest but likes it too much to ask. The mental versus physical struggle…oh this is a yummy fantasy!!

    • aisha November 4, 2012 at 9:20 am #

      Hi, Mlb,

      i’m glad you’re still enjoying! Thanks for the feedback!


  4. Wordwytch November 3, 2012 at 11:49 pm #

    You know, that whole watching what you say is probably the most difficult, even if you aren’t prohibited from talking as your character is in the story. Still good stuff.

    • aisha November 4, 2012 at 9:21 am #

      Hi, Wordwytch,

      You’re so right ~ it is tricky, isn’t it? At the best of times…


  5. vanillamom November 5, 2012 at 3:00 pm #

    I’m running out of declarations of joy for this, sister! It’s amazing. Truly hot, hot, hot. And …yanno what? Yesterday on my way home from Master’s….I was just wondering (without reading this) about whether I had a streak of Domme in me. I just don’t like inflicting pain…but I do like bossing people around at times. Interesting question and I guess it would depend on the day, right? At least for this slut. When Master is with me? I’m *usually* submissive. And in play space, always. Once in a while? My mouth fucks up and something slips past the filters and…rut roe!

    hmmm…i need to go to work soon and I’m all turned on. You naughty sub sister!

    nilla 🙂

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