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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Fantasy Fulfilment
Part: Chapter 13 of 15
Description: Alessia's initiation continues. She is cuffed, blindfolded and
has nipple clamps attached then all them members fuck her. Angelina gives
her to Ingrid as a subbie/slave.
Keywords: FFF+/F, D/s, cons, bond, toys, rom
Editor: Pee J with gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini (c) 2001-2003
Revised: 22 February 2003
Fantasy Fulfilment Chapter 13
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 clit
throbbed painfully hard and I knew it would not take much for me to waft
through this pleasure cloud for one long, euphoric trip. I realized 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 heavy and swollen: my chest
heaved from my excited state. I watched my nipples as they softened just
slightly but they were still sending messages south to my wet warm patch.
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."
I grinned back and said laughing, "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
again."
"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, like a slave," 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 too." I continued: "Oh, god, Ingrid, I'm 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 realized 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 necessarily 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, gee, 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 the 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."
"No problem, mum it was fun watching her."
Angelina said to me, "Good girl, you hold on come what may."
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. My body ached with unfulfilled lust. It was an odd
feeling, one to which I was starting to get used, albeit, unwillingly.
Angelina had taken me up there and held me high on the edge of orgasm for a
very long time, perhaps hours a week ago. 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 'subbie,' '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 recognized 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-cold 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 sweet musky juice.
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 reveled in total submission.
I realized 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 tremendously.
"You'll do anything and everything I say, won't you Alessia?"
"Yes Angelina," I said timidly.
"Of course you will and that includes not orgasming. You won't, will you?
Not until I say you can, right?"
"Yes Angelina," I sighed but with not a trace of dissent in my voice. I did
not want to displease her remembering my last punishment. 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.
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 lowered to gaze at my pussy, 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, I presume, under the girls'
collective gaze.
Angelina broke the silence with, "Alessia has some erotic jewellery bought
for just such occasion as this. Shall we let the girls 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. I don't think I could, I'm trembling too much."
"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 relaxed 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 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 juice seeped around my labia, trickling down my thighs. The nipple
clamps seemed tighter, as if my nipples had swollen to fill them. 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. Who has long hair? 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 as cool hands smoothed my ass. 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
hit my senses hard. 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.
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
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 blinking at the sudden light. I'd come just off the boil.
"Can you hear me Alessia?"
"Yes, Angelina."
"You would do absolutely anything for me, wouldn't you?"
"Oh god. Yes Angelina."
"You would love to be controlled by me, wouldn't you?"
I shuddered and squirmed. My breasts bloomed for her, my pussy twitched at
the thought of total submission to Angelina.
"Oh yes Angelina."
"You would submit to me your body, your mind, your life . . . everything, I
could control you totally couldn't I, my little subbie 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 absolutely
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 they all looked 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 before my face but
above my eye level 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.
She was definitely in an aroused state; she was bright pink and swollen as
well as damp. I wanted to bury my face into her, to taste her once again but
I knew it wouldn't happen. She had given me to Ingrid, I knew it but I
really had no regrets, I loved them both.
"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, they will be anyway, but I'd gone way past caring about
them watching me. Okay, I would be nervous but I knew by then I would get
them horny too. I was desperately trying to reach myself that I actually
made it harder for them to undo me. I calmed down when I realized 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 a while, but not seriously painful, just very
sensitive. Sliding the clamps off had Ingrid's hands all over my abused
boobs but especially my nipples as the sweet pain of the blood rushing
back caused. My pussy tingles were set off fiercely; I got wet quickly. 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 dreaming - 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 on each other's.
My legs were widespread now to take her and her knees were almost to my chin
but apart far enough for our breasts to slide past mine until she kissed me
again. As our pussy lips pressed hard together my clitoris was so
exquisitely squashed as it had protruded from its protective hood I lost it
and remember hanging onto her tightly as the massive, overdue orgasm swept
me away. Ingrid ground herself against me until she too orgasmed more than
once if I'm right but by then I had several more mind blowers myself. I
vaguely remember through the erotic miasma a lot of noise, moans and
laughter.
A wet pussy was suddenly over my face. I looked and saw Angelina before her
juiciness engulfed me. I licked and sucked her sweet nectar as best I knew
through the folds of her labia's puffiness. I gradually worked to tease her
clit out and gave it everything my tongue and mouth could muster. After
minutes she came all over my face. She leaned over and kissed me and then
sucked my neck. The face of Abby appeared below, her tongue licked my pussy.
I groaned out loud as another wet pussy presented for me to drink dry. It
was Ingrid and I gave her all I had.
It was the second of many sessions 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, and 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 Angelina and then Ingrid were 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."
Continued in Chapter 14
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