23 ~ A Dash of Fantasy

27 Nov

“Well done,” says Anna.

At the sound of her voice, it all stops, as if a spell were broken.  The cock is withdrawn, caressing hands, spanking hands ~ Naomi is left bent over and exposed, held steady by Mark’s hand in her hair.

“Playtime’s over,” says Anna, laughing.  “Dry her off, and yourselves too.  Come on, we have things to do.  It’s 8:00, let’s get moving.”

I have been moving, Naomi thinks, but then she’s not thinking at all.  Warm, fluffy towels wrap around her, and she’s dried.  Briskly.  Whisked into a dressing room, where Wendy and Sara rub lotion on her, and then each other.

This is not a slow sensual lotion massage.  It’s all business now, lotion applied and ready for the next step.

Wendy and Sara have robes, Naomi is not surprised that she doesn’t.  Instead, there is Anna in the doorway, an odd shaped dildo in hand.    She moves toward Naomi.  Wendy and Sara have already taken her shoulders and bent her forward.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” Anna says, and Naomi blushes, she wishes she could drop through the floor, but she does as she’s told.  A hand on each cheek and she opens herself so Anna can ~

~ press the butt plug inside her.   There is lube on it, Naomi can tell, it slides in easily, but is a bit larger than the one the night before.  She sucks in air, exhales, trying to relax and accept this invasion.  

Once it’s in, Anna fastens the straps attached to it, bringing the front two around Naomi’s pussy to attach them to a thin belt at her waist, leaving that entrance easily accessible.   

It’s an uncomfortable feeling, very full, and Naomi wonders how long she’ll have to wear it.  She thinks that she’ll never get used to it.

Wendy and Sara replace the leather collar and cuffs, which they had removed before the shower.  

“Is she wet?” asks Anna, with a touch of laughter in her voice.  Naomi thinks that her dripping pussy is obvious, but Sara touches her, casually sliding fingers in her wetness.

“This slut’s cunt is very wet!” she says, grinning.  

Natalie’s body is hot, her face flushes, her pussy clenches.  Damn, she could cum just standing here.  

“Thirty minutes,” says Anna.  “Thirty minutes of orgasm training.   See if she needs to be shaved or waxed, and do that first if you need to.  But don’t take more than an hour, you two need to get to work.”

“You may use a ruler,” she goes on, “A dildo, and the rabbit, but not the Hitachi today.  See what you can do with that.  Nipple clamps if you like.  You two may speak freely, and take notes so we’ll have a baseline.”  And she leaves.

Wendy and Sara take Naomi next door, into another small room.  There’s a large chair with stirrups,  like a doctor’s table, at about the same height, with steps.   Sara helps her up into the chair, attaches the ankle cuffs so Naomi’s feet are securely held in the stirrups.

Sara moves the stirrups closer to the seat, effectively pushing Naomi’s knees farther back, spreading her thighs wider.   Then she pulls away the steps that Naomi had used to get up in the chair, leaving her open, fully exposed, and easily accessible. 

There’s a lamp next to the chair, Sara turns it on, shining the light directly between Naomi’s legs.  Naomi squirms with embarrassment.  There is a mirror above her head, and she can see herself opened like this each time she glances up.

In the meantime, Wendy has pulled some items out of the cabinet which runs the width of one side of the room.   At a glance, Naomi can see the ruler, a pad of paper and pen, the riding crop, although there are other items as well.  She looks away.  

“Inspection first,” says Wendy, picking up the pad.

Sara slowly rubs her thumb over Naomi’s pussy, the outside of it.  “She’s in pretty good shape,” she says.  “She must have just gotten waxed.  There might be a stray hair or two.  Let me have the tweezers, that should be adequate.”

Wendy hands her the tweezers, and  Naomi squirms, anticipating the pain.   Her hands flutter up, off the arms of the chair, as if she’s going to cover herself.  Sara glances at her, “Don’t,” she says.   “It doesn’t even hurt yet.  I don’t mind if you squirm later, but it doesn’t even hurt yet.  Breathe.”

It does hurt when she tweezes though, Naomi jerks as each tiny hair is ripped off.  At the first few, she wants to run away, make it stop, and Wendy comes over to her.  She strokes her hair, and then, when Naomi is still struggling, attaches her wrist cuffs to the arms of the chair.

Wendy picks up the ruler.  “Hang on a second,” she says, “Let me put this in perspective.”  Whack!  She brings the ruler down between Naomi’s leg, slapping her sensitive flesh.  Naomi cries out.  Her hips rise off the chair, which only opens her further and makes her ass hole clench, making her more aware of the butt plug securely held there.

Five times Wendy brings the ruler down, and by the fourth blow Naomi has moved into that space of acceptance.  She is no longer struggling.  

Wendy steps back.  “There,” she says to Sara, “See if she can tolerate the tweezing better now.”

Two ~ three times more, Sara finds and removes a hair.  It still hurts, but Naomi doesn’t move.

“Good girl,” says Sara.  “Much better.”  She  hands Wendy the tweezers, and begins stroking Naomi’s pussy again.  This time it’s a sensual caress, and Naomi moans with pleasure.    Sara’s fingers explore between her lips, finding the hard nub, touching it lightly.

Naomi moans.

“Start timing,” says Sara, glancing at Wendy.

 

12 Responses to “23 ~ A Dash of Fantasy”

  1. striving for peace November 27, 2012 at 7:17 am #

    must stop reading blogs in the morning.

    I never have permission in the morning

    note to self

    (great story — worth the wait!)

    sfp

    • aisha November 29, 2012 at 6:56 am #

      Mwhahahahahahaha…

      Thanks, afp.

      hugs,

      aisha

  2. faithful November 27, 2012 at 9:59 am #

    Thirty Minutes? I would last about 20 seconds

    ~faithful

    • aisha November 29, 2012 at 6:57 am #

      Lol….

      aisha

  3. Wordwytch November 27, 2012 at 11:49 am #

    I’m with sfp… Not good morning reading if I want a braincell in action above my hips. 🙂 Good stuff. Granted, I think I’d rather be spanked than plucked.

    • aisha November 29, 2012 at 6:59 am #

      Thanks, Wordwytch!!

      You know, i agree with you on the spanking vs plucking, for sure!

      aisha

  4. SirQsMLB November 27, 2012 at 3:34 pm #

    Wow – tweezers AND the ruler…hmmmmm…..Ouch to Wowch!

    • aisha November 29, 2012 at 6:59 am #

      No doubt, Mlb!

      aisha

  5. faithful November 27, 2012 at 7:52 pm #

    Go figure- I forgot I had a Bikini Wax appointment today.. and YES- while I was there she used the tweezers on me. Needless to say I was giggling the entire time- thinking of Naomi!!

    Thanks aisha!

    ~faithful

    • aisha November 29, 2012 at 7:00 am #

      Faithful ~

      i read this and couldn’t quit giggling. Sir was like, “What are you laughing about over there,’ and i had to try to explain it to Him, but i know He didn’t appreciate it nearly as much as i did!

      aisha

  6. vanillamom December 3, 2012 at 12:55 pm #

    the ruler was a brilliant stroke! no pun intended… 🙂

    I love this…have I said that often enough? This is a truly delightful tale, the Adventures of a newborn slut slave… You’re doing a (pun intended) bang up job with this !!!

    And damn you for leaving me hanging on the edge like that!

    🙂

    nilla

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