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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 13 {F/FFF+, Fdom, toys, bond, rom} by Alessia Gerini
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This is fantasy, a fiction, part of a series. It has explicit sexual content 
so if you shouldn't or don't like sex use your brains and don't read it.

Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 13
By Alessia Gerini (c) 2001 (edited with thanks by: PeeJ).
{F/FFF+, D/s, bond, control, toys, rom}

My return to the hotel room was the first time I had been able to come down 
off the acute high, albeit, just a bit, that I had been on for well over 
half an hour.

Angelina, however, had given no indication that I was to be allowed to 
orgasm. I really needed to even if I had cooled off a little. My clitoris 
throbbed hard and I knew it would not take much for me to waft through this 
pleasure cloud for one long, euphoric trip. I realised that I could have got 
myself off without any problem. So Angelina had said I should not.  So what 
if she did? Why did that stop me? Ingrid being with me would help, not 
hinder a good orgasm. Something within me stopped me just as it had before. 
Something about Angelina both thrilled me, but also unsettled me in an odd 
way: a dominating way.

Ingrid slithered up next to me. I was, of course, still naked except for my 
lace-topped, stay-up stockings.  I'd kicked off my shoes before getting onto 
the bed. I lay on my back with a big grin on my flushed face. My breasts 
felt swollen: they were heaving from my excited state.

I looked over to Ingrid.  She grinned at me saying, "God, Alessia, you did 
it, you  bloody did it, super cool.  I told mum you'd be cool."

"Yeah, I know. I was so damn scared, but it got me as horny as hell, Geez, 
I'm sure I've got come running down my legs."

"Really?  Shit babe! Oh god, yeah, I can smell you, but mum's got you 
controlling your orgasms, right?"

"Yep.  Why is she doing that to me?"

"She thinks you are a natural born submissive. It's her way of checking you 
out," Ingrid laughed.

"What is a submissive?"

"Um . . . a person who'll let themselves be dominated by another. Somebody 
who will submit willingly to the will of the dominant one, perhaps even be 
owned," Ingrid said a little seriously, and continued, "and really get off 
on it. There can be much more than that to it, but I'll let mum decide about 
you."

"Oh, and she thinks I'm like that?"

"Yeah.'

"Do you?"

"Maybe; probably, yeah."

"Oh, is that good or bad?"

"Shit, Ale, it's neither, it's just how you are."

"Oh well, I think maybe I am." I continued: "Oh, god, Ingrid, my body is 
aching to just come."

Ingrid put her face on my arm; her soft cheek sending shivers of desire up 
it. She kissed my inner elbow pit, breathing her warm breath over me as she 
worked up towards my armpit. I lay spread-eagled watching her and the goose 
bumps form. And the feeling of her lips on my tender inner arm was 
deliciously erotic. I realised that I really did love to submit to another 
girl's whims. For me it added the surprise element; I didn't have to take 
the risk of being refused, but I could be vital, active and sexy when 
approached. I could even be outrageously provocative, just as long as 
somebody prodded me. It gave me opportunities to express myself sexually and 
to allow me to show my appreciation to them, to show my love for them, 
either erotically or better sexually.  I give my best that way, but not 
passively. Most of all, the total giving up of power over myself, the 
complete submission: it makes me wet just imagining it. Being ordered to do 
embarrassing things to myself, or, strangely, being embarrassed, even to me, 
makes my pussy dribble.

I had only just come from a bar where I, that is my body, had been violated 
in public and then I had walked almost naked for two hundred metres back to 
the hotel where we were now. Just then, Ingrid's tongue ran round my tender 
armpit and I moaned, wallowing in the pleasurable sensations she inflicted. 
I concentrated on Ingrid as her soft, wet tongue traced over my collarbone, 
her sweet breath sweeping over my responsive chest and neck. My arousal 
increased with my breathing rate. My nipples turned crinkly hard, starting 
to pulsate with my increasing heartbeat. I moved to hold her, but she 
growled at me.

"Stay still!"

"But . . . " I got out before she cut me off with a sharp look.

I cringed at her sharp order, but by her stern look and  tone of her voice 
she excited me terribly. I lay still as she continued to tease me with her 
mouth. The act of submission to the gorgeous little Ingrid was truly 
awesome. I could feel the blush of excitement fill my face and work down my 
body. My pussy twitched, my juices started oozing again. Ingrid ran her 
smooth, soft hand over my freshly shaven mound. It was a new feeling for me 
and it felt superb.

She inched her fingers towards the top of my vulva. I held my breath and she 
pressed down firmly on my hood. Oh, geez, my mind raced, but I couldn't 
orgasm. Angelina had ordered me not to until she said I could, and I 
couldn't displease her. But, if Ingrid kept on pressing there, I knew it 
would trigger an orgasm sooner rather than later. Yet the sensations that 
the pressure was causing were delectable. After a few seconds, I became 
aware that my clitoris was swelling to exploding point. It was definitely 
uncovering itself, coming out into the cool, air-conditioned air that now 
wafted over it. This was becoming an exquisite torture.

By now my eyes were closed and my teeth gritted, sucking in the acute 
pleasure Ingrid was inflicting. I heard the bedroom door open and a babble 
of voices assaulted my ears, but I barely noticed them. I desperately hung 
on the edge of a massive climax. Ingrid knew this, and, oh so expertly held 
me there. I had gripped the bed cover and held on for dear life moaning, 
waiting in agony and ecstasy for the release of my built-up tension. I 
waited for Angelina to give me the word. But she didn't; instead, she 
thanked Ingrid for doing a wonderful job.

"Great work Ingrid," I heard her say, "you can let her go now".

My mind screamed, 'No, oh god, no, squeeze my clit for god's sake. Ingrid 
come back, please, I need to come.' The sweat poured off me while Angelina 
held court at the end of the bed. Very slowly, I came down from the peak 
Ingrid had taken me to. My body ached with unfulfilled lust. It was an odd 
feeling, one I was starting to get used to.

Angelina had taken me up there and held me high on the edge of orgasm for a 
very long time, perhaps hours. I had started to feel light-headed, but the 
sensations were highly erotic, unimaginably sensual: like floating on a 
cloud of opulent vapour coming from my steaming-hot pussy juices - now 
filling the room's atmosphere.

Angelina ran her fingers up my thigh just barely brushing my swollen labia. 
My hips involuntary twitched against her hand. But she quickly pulled it 
away, leaving me hanging, stimulated in my aroused mist. I looked at her 
through my foggy eyes, pleadingly. She grinned at me while chatting to the 
other gorgeous women there in the room. I heard them discussing Angelina's 
theory about me. I heard 'slave' and 'sex slave' several times. Right then 
it sounded delicious.

Angelina must have made a decision because Ingrid and Abby fetched a small 
trunk from the wardrobe and proceeded to get all sorts of stuff from it. 
Some of the things I recognised from the shopping trip the week before. My 
stomach churned. I had some idea what cuffs and rope could be used for. I 
may have been naive, but not stupid. They turned, all grinning at me like 
Cheshire cats.

Angelina then ordered me to get up and kneel at her feet. Silently, I 
quickly followed her instructions, looking up at her.

She said, "Look down at your clean shaven mound, at your glistening thighs 
covered with your come. I think you not only love being aroused, but also 
being humiliated and submissive to me."

"I . . .  I . . .  like . . . "

She interrupted me with a stone-cool stare.

I could just see her face looking down at me. I shuddered and trembled under 
her gaze. My body betrayed me by excreting even more honey juices.

Angelina spoke again and Ingrid and Abby cuffed my wrists behind me, and 
then my ankles together. I had dropped any pretext of resistance long ago 
and now revelled in total submission.  I realised that any or even all of 
these women could do to me whatever they felt like. My mind rushed with a 
wildness of confused, but delectable fantasies, all erotic. To have no 
control excited me beyond belief.

"You'll do anything and everything I say, won't you Alessia?"

"Yes Angelina."

"Of course you will and that includes not orgasming.  You won't, will you?  
Not until I say you can, right?"

"Yes Angelina."

What was I saying.  I desperately wanted to just let go and enjoy the 
ultimate just as soon as I could. Now I'd committed myself to the contrary, 
I thought.   My brain was swimming in lust, my body increasingly becoming 
more sensitive to touch, to any suggestion.

Ingrid blindfolded me with a thick piece of black velvet. I now had my head 
between my knees hearing drips hit the carpet. There must have been quite a 
wet patch developing under me.

Angelina spoke quietly, saying, "I believe Alessia is inherently a 
submissive girl. She is, of course, very sensuous and extremely attractive. 
She is likely to be very sensitive and caring. So caring that she puts 
others before herself in almost any situation."

She paused; I sensed eyes upon me looking at my bowed head and lightly 
tanned skin. I blushed at Angelina's words.

She continued in her kindly voice, "She has to prove herself to you, but to 
me she already has proved herself worthy of membership."

The assembled girls murmured in agreement.

Angelina continued, "Alessia, sit up straight, Darling. Let us see you in 
all your glory before we continue the formalities."

Angelina had made me feel good and I smiled as I sat back onto my knees. I 
held my head high, my hands held onto my ankles thrusting my shoulders back 
and my breasts forward. I felt as if I were glowing brightly, as if I were 
an exhibit in an art gallery: like a sculpture under lights. It made me 
tremble with inner excitement and my breasts felt as though they were 
swelling further. I think they were. I know my labia were bloated with blood 
and pulsating with my heartbeats.

Nobody spoke for a while as I sizzled under their gaze.

Angelina broke the silence with, "Alessia has some erotic jewellery bought 
for just such occasion as this. Shall we let them see them, Alessia?"

"Yes, Angelina." Oh, my god, I thought of the nipple clamps she had bought 
for this, my initiation: she meant those.

"Would you like Ingrid to put them on for you?"

"Oh, yes, Angelina."

"Ingrid, here they are, but be gentle and just with the slightest pressure. 
We don't want sweet Alessia to get sore or orgasm do we?"

I thought I heard Ingrid move then sit close by. I knew that her gorgeously 
soft hands would be touching my highly sensitised breasts any second.  I 
gripped my ankles hard, took in a slow deep breath and waited for her. As 
she moved close I felt her thigh touch mine. It felt as good as always. I 
caught her perfume, then her breath on my shoulder. She teasingly ran her 
lips over my shoulder. I heard myself moan softly. Her teasing touch was a 
delight.

Then a spark shot through me from my left nipple and areola as the first 
clamp was slid onto it. I know I jumped, but I squeezed myself to hold off 
the orgasm building, churning at the pit of my stomach. Her fingers brushed 
over me as I felt the clamp grip me ever so lightly. Then the right clamp 
was slid on. The shock was bigger, more intense, I jerked involuntarily 
through the exquisite pleasure Ingrid imposed. My love juices spurted again, 
involuntarily, and I very nearly lost myself in that sea of ecstasy. My 
breathing became all uneven as I held back from going over the edge.

Ingrid said, "I doubt that I could get the chain on without her exploding. I 
couldn't take what she has. God, she maybe submissive, but she's certainly 
strong willed." And she put her cheek against mine whispering,  "You're a 
doll, babe. Hang in, wait for me."

"Yes, it seems contradictory, but actually it  isn't. She is pleasing me by 
doing what she's told," Angelina said.

"Oh my god,' said a voice, "she looks wonderful. And look at her engorged 
clit sticking way out of her - that's so damn sexy."

"On your feet Alessia, we're going into the lounge area where we can drink," 
ordered Angelina.

"Yes, Angelina."

I arose with the help of Ingrid and shuffled with her into the other room of 
the suite. Feeling deliciously vulnerable, I stood there naked except for 
the blindfold, jewellery,  stockings and cuffs.

"Feet apart, Alessia."

"Yes Angelina."

All those women still here and they were  all staring at me. Damn it, my 
clitoris ached as it throbbed. I knew my little joy toy was exposing itself 
and my joy juice seeped around my labia, trickling down my thighs. The 
nipple clamps seemed tighter, as if my nipples had swollen to fill them out. 
I tried to calm my breathing so I could plateau at this exquisite level and 
just swirl in the euphoria.

One of the girls came from behind me sliding her hands over my round butt 
cheeks, gripping them, kneading them. It felt good. Then her hair fell onto 
my back. I thought, 'who has long hair?' as her tongue licked around my neck 
then steadily down the middle of my spine. My back arched and then her mouth 
kissed my palms, still fastened behind my back. She was possibly kneeling.  
Whatever - she bit into my meaty butt sliding her hands onto my tummy 
pulling me back onto her teeth. I yelped softly as the pain hit. She bit the 
other side. I yelped again.  She hurt me as she went from side to side.

When she stopped, she smoothed my stinging, bruised-feeling butt with her 
cheeks. As she stood up she gave me two almighty slaps on my sore buttocks. 
The sting nearly swept me over and I sank to my knees whimpering, but the 
flush of arousal just increased. I felt humiliated by the spanking. I kept 
my reddened face lowered onto the carpet. I waited in trepidation for more 
pain as my whole pussy quivered in anticipation. The slaps I had felt didn't 
really hurt, but focused my mind again on my tingling body and especially my 
pussy.

The next thing I felt was a freezing cloth on my butt. I gasped.   The shock 
of the swift change from stinging heat to what felt like frostbite. I fell 
onto my side gasping for breath. Another freezing cloth was wrapped around 
my boobs.

"Oh shit," I yelled, "oh, no. I'll come!"

But I didn't.  Somehow I was able to ride the edge in that glorious 
haze-cloud of eroticism I'd been floating in. I lay on the carpeted floor 
aware that all eyes were on me.  I was  breathless. I was beyond caring 
about them except to wish that Angelina would let me orgasm, preferably with 
one of them cuddling me as I rode on its glorious tide.  I also knew I would 
want more snogging, more cuddles, more touching, more of Ingrid. I was 
really highly aroused and one great orgasm, no matter how great, would be 
only the first of many that I desired - no, needed badly.

On my sensitised boobs, the cloth was warming from its freezing temperature. 
My nipples, throbbing madly, had knotted into tight little peas, while the 
rest of my breasts had turned white, but now bloated with warming blood, had 
turned pink and felt huge. Actually, I could never remember being so horny. 
I'm not sure what broke my focused mind from the myriad of fabulous 
sensations I was experiencing, but I found myself listening. There was a 
quietness in the room. The only sound I could hear was my breathing and wild 
heartbeat. Quickly, and very quietly, the now damp but warmed towel was 
removed from me and then the blindfold. I rolled onto my back as I opened my 
eyes. I'd come just off the boil.

"Can you hear me Alessia?"

"Yes, Angelina."

"You would do everything for me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Angelina."

You would love to be controlled by me, wouldn't you?"

I shuddered and squirmed as my breasts bloomed for her, my pussy twitched at 
the thought of total submission.

"Yes, Angelina."

"I could control you, you would submit to me your body, your mind, your life 
. . .everything, couldn't I, my little girl Alessia?"

"Yes Angelina."

"I own you Alessia, that is true, isn't it?"

I felt weak; I knew she was right, but I also knew I loved Ingrid and wanted 
her -  although Angelina would also be fantastic.

My will left me and as I was about to say yes, when Angelina said, "But 
Ingrid wants you.   Will you be hers?"

My heart skipped a beat. What was Angelina doing to me? Whatever; I couldn't 
refuse her.  Something in me wanted to scream yes; my mind went numb,

"Yes Angelina."

"Then when she takes you, you will have your wish."

I was circled by women sitting, except for Angelina who sat cross-legged in 
a lounge chair looking at me. They were all smiling, all looking at me.  To 
me all looking fantastically sexy. I looked around at them, noticing that 
they had all taken off their jackets or tops. There was bare flesh 
everywhere. It seemed as if the no bra and panties rule had been invoked.  I 
was too far into my erotic haze to really take everything in, but I looked 
pleadingly to Angelina for a signal. But no, not yet.  However, she got to 
her feet walked the few paces to stand over me her hands on her hips, her 
beautiful slim legs parted.

She hitched up her tight skirt as she knelt on one knee behind my head and 
looked down at me, a smile breaking out on her face. I lay there mesmerised 
by her grace and the sight of her wetness quite close to my face.

"Alessia, look at me," she said, so all could hear. I looked away from her 
puffed, aromatic lips into her eyes, "No, not my eyes Alessia, my vulva, my 
vagina. You were looking before. Did you like what you saw?"

"Oh, Angelina, yes, I did." I said, squirming in embarrassment, "You're 
beautiful . . . um . . . everywhere."

"So are you. Look at these."

She leant over and grabbed both of my nipples pulling lightly upwards. I 
moaned as the sensations flowed over me. My back arched up and I oh so 
nearly lost my grip on myself.  The nipple clamps had made me so sensitive 
even without Angelina playing with me.

She continued, "Alessia, it has been decided that if you agree to be dressed 
in 'Hot Pink' by us, you may, with our assistance, orgasm for us now"

She paused.

"Well, do you agree?"

"YES, oh god yes, in hot pink Angelina oh yes, please, yes."

The damned cuffs stopped me from grabbing myself and quickly working over my 
throbbing clitoris. And I couldn't have cared less if they were all staring 
at me. Oh, shit, I thought, they will be anyway, but I'd gone way past 
caring about them watching me. If anything, I would enjoy them watching.

I was desperately trying to reach myself that I actually made it harder for 
them to uncuff me. I calmed down when I realised what was happening.

"All right, Alessia, don't try doing anything.  You agreed to our assistance 
nothing more. Now be good and pull your knees up and spread. We'll do the 
rest all in good time," Angelina said soothingly.

"Oh, Angelina, now please, please."

"Yes sweetie, get yourself into position, just as I said."

"Oh, god, yes Angelina."

"Ingrid, take off her jewellery, please."

"Um, yeah, okay."

Ingrid leaned over me carefully unscrewing the clamps.  They had made me a 
little sore having been on for awhile, but not seriously painful, just very 
sensitive. She then sat over me.

I then immediately knew she was not wearing panties, and she was damp. The 
girls lifted me into a sitting position with Ingrid now sitting very low in 
my lap, and she was,  slowly sliding down between my legs. I was breathing 
in short pants. Little Ingrid was lip and tip of tongue kissing my face as 
she slid.  I grabbed her back to stop from falling backwards. She only had 
on her bra and skirt and the skirt had ridden up. I gulped and kissed her 
face, our mouths meeting as we embraced. I felt an odd intoxication sweep 
over me as we kissed.

"My Alessia, I love you," whispered Ingrid.

In an erotic dream-like state I heard her say she loved me. Somehow I knew 
she meant it. It was not wishful thinking - she really did. Through the 
mists of my aroused state and my submission to Angelina, and as the other 
girls started softly touching me, kissing me everywhere, I managed to look 
into Ingrid's eyes to convey my love to her. My arousal was quickly back to 
a sizzling heat. I unclipped Ingrid's brassiere, pulling her to me, 
snuggling into her lithe body, but not before I'd pulled her bra right off. 
The sensations of her warmth, her softness close against me with lips and 
fingertips everywhere was just fabulous. I was rushing to an orgasm when her 
mons slid over mine and our pussies pressed each others'.

I lost it and remember hanging onto her tightly as the massive, overdue 
orgasm swept me away.

It was the first of many I had, each of those girls switching places with 
Ingrid. I eventually passed out, but the build up and each of those women 
were so erotic, each different, each glorious until I was totally out of it. 
Two things that really stand out for me from that night of orgasms, apart 
from the orgasms themselves, was the clapping at each time, but the first 
with Ingrid was special, oh so very special.

I awoke next morning when Ingrid kissed my sensitised left nipple. I reached 
to hold her head as her soft, warm tongue massaged the rapidly hardening 
abused but willing flesh. I knew that I could do whatever was planned for 
the day as Ingrid's magic started wafting me away - again.

I said, "My darling, I love you so much. I'll do anything for you."

To be continued . . .

Alessia Gerini (c) 2001

Comments welcomed at Alessia@37.com



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