18 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

15 Nov

Sean attaches a leash to Naomi’s collar, hooking it to the ring where her hands had been fastened the night before.  It clicks into place, and she feels it pull a bit on the collar.  Her pussy clenches.

He leads her down a hallway, opens s door.  They step inside the room, which is dimly lit, and stop.  It’s a large room, and quite warm.

Wendy and Sara are sitting on the floor on ~ they must be yoga mats.  They are naked.   A woman Naomi has not seen before comes to the door to greet then.

She presses her hands together in front of her and bows slightly to Sean, saying “Namaste.”

Sean returns the salutation.  The woman turns toward Naomi and does it again, the slight bow with hands pressed together at chest level.  “Namaste,” she says.

Naomi is not sure what to do, but the woman says, “You may greet me.”  Naomi brings her hands together in the same position and bows slightly.   The woman nods again, encouragingly, and Naomi says, “Namaste,”  grateful that she’s already familiar with the Buddhist greeting.

“Good girl,” says the woman.  “I’m Anna.  I will be in charge of your training, along with Sir Evan, of course.  You can expect your mornings to start very much like this one has so far.  Sean, would you show her where the mats are and how to get set up, please?  We are ready to start the guided meditation.”

Sean unfastens her leash, and directs her gently, with few words, so she is quickly set up on a mat near Wendy and Sara.  There is another man there, also naked, and Sean introduces him as Mark.  Mark stands and, “You should greet him,” says Sean.

Quickly, Naomi goes down on one knee and kisses the cock Mark offers her.

“Get comfortable on your mat,” says Anna.  Her voice is low and soothing.  Naomi realizes this was the voice on the intercom that first directed her this morning.  She settles herself on her mat, cross-legged.

Naomi looks around.  There is little furniture in this part of the room, and a mirror along one wall.  She can see them all reflected in the mirror.  Heavy curtains at the windows, and a beautiful rug in shades of red and purple is at some distance from them.  Soft music in the background.

“Become aware of your breathing,” says Anna.  “The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in and out.  Attend to my voice, to my words.  When your attention wanders, notice that your attention has wandered and gently bring it back to me.”

“Mindfulness!” thinks Naomi.  “We’re doing mindfulness!  How cool ~ really ~ this is just what i’ve wanted to do to start my day!  O, i’m not listening ~ what’s she saying?”  And Naomi brings her attention back to Anna.

“Become aware of your body.  The feeling of the mat under you, the air on your skin…”

The meditation goes n for a long time, and Naomi’s mind wanders over and over.  Each time, she notices and brings her attention back to the room and to Anna’s voice.

Finally, Anna says, “And so we start our day, ready to serve, to be pleasing, and to obey with a joyful heart.  Sean, will you and Mark prepare breakfast, please?  Naomi, you are to be flogged first.  Wendy and Sara, will you show her how to position herself, please?”

Naomi is startled.  She had been lulled into such a sense of well-being that she had forgotten she was to be flogged this morning.

Sara and Wendy each take one of her hands, as if they were simply walking together as young girls do.  They lead her to the other side of the room, to a frame, rather like the frame for a porch swing, but sturdier.  Metal rings hang from the top.

Wendy and Sara have Naomi stand in the middle while they hook each wrist cuff to a ring above her head.  Then they have her spread her legs wide.  Ankle cuffs are attached to each ankle, and then to a rope connected to the sides of the frame.

Naomi is standing spread-eagle, securely fastened to the frame.   She feels a moment of panic, but Sara steps up behind her, grasps Naomi’s hair firmly, and says, “It’s ok.  You’re in our hands now.  Just open yourself, be open to what comes to you.”

Wendy moves to the front of Naomi and caresses her nipples, making them harden under her touch.  Naomi feels the answering tug in her pussy, and whimpers.

“Check her cunt,” says Sara, and Wendy penetrates her, making her gasp.

“It’s ok,” says Sara again.  “Some things will hurt, and some will feel good.  You only have to obey, and let us teach you.”  She steps back then, the air is cooler behind Naomi for a moment, although Wendy is still stroking her body in front, caressing her gently.

The first blow from the flogger makes her gasp again.  Wendy smiles.  “Remember,” she says, rubbing her thumb against Naomi’s mouth.  “Don’t bite your lovely lips.  We want to hear your reactions.”

12 Responses to “18 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. SirQsmlb November 15, 2012 at 6:47 am #

    What a way to start the morning, guided meditation and a flogging!!

    • aisha November 16, 2012 at 8:52 am #

      Sigh… it sure was. Even if it was just in my head.


  2. heather1 November 15, 2012 at 7:30 am #

    Beautiful story. I look forward to each installment and will be sad when it comes to an end.

    • aisha November 16, 2012 at 8:53 am #

      Thanks, heather1. There’s still a ways to go, i think.



  3. vanillamom November 15, 2012 at 8:08 am #

    holy fuck on a stick!

    I should NOT have read that during breakfast…had trouble swallowing the toast around the lump of need that suddenly rose in my throat. Wow, this is…amazing. So glad you are going, and going ….

    nilla the uber horny

    • aisha November 16, 2012 at 8:53 am #

      “Holy fuck on a stick?”

      Mwhahahahahaha – i saw that on my phone and burst out laughing.

      i’m so glad you like my little story…



  4. Fondles November 15, 2012 at 2:33 pm #

    hmmm i need to get myself a private yoga um instructor. and waking up to the blare of my alarm is seriously pissing me off.

    • aisha November 16, 2012 at 8:55 am #

      Hey, Fondles,

      Right? i’m totally with you. That Naomi. Lucky slut.


  5. Wordwytch November 15, 2012 at 6:25 pm #

    Oh damn! That was excellent.

    • aisha November 16, 2012 at 8:55 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch ~ but why “oh, damn”????


      • Wordwytch November 16, 2012 at 1:31 pm #

        As in Oh Damn, I’m alone… and Wolf is 260 miles away until Saturday and I’m Horny!!!

  6. Lady P November 16, 2012 at 9:35 am #

    OMG (I seem to be writing that in every comment recently…) I just came back to catch up on recent postings, since I’ve been too busy lately to read blogs.
    Then this. A kinky Retreat? With an attractive man waking me up and fondling me, then meditation and flogging, then what? Spa baths? Body Inspections? Introspection and reflection? Coaching? Forced orgasms? Career consultations? More spankings?
    Where do I sign up? Where is this place?
    A swollen LadyP

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