After the Dreams (Caroline's Company) (16 page)

‘A couple?’ asked Cassie, ‘a man and a woman?’

‘Oh yes, you’d be surprised at what some relationships
involve. Anyway, these two hadn’t quite decided what they wanted me for. I was
supposed to be a birthday present for the man, so he sat on the sofa while the
woman unwrapped me, then I had to crawl over to him and kiss him and get his
cock out and start to lick it.’

‘Err,’ said Cassie

‘Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It can be quite fun
with a nice person, provided they’re not fat or too hairy. There’s something I
really like to do with whipped cream...’ Sadie stopped at the look on Cassie’s
face.

‘Anyway, this woman lost it
completely, and started hitting me and blaming me for him neglecting her. It
was a funny evening that. It ended with him tied up in the bedroom, and the
woman and me playing first with him and then with each other. He could only
look while we had sex on the bed. They were both very apologetic when I left,
but Vicky was cross when she saw the bruises and wouldn’t let me go to them
again. She said I should have walked out when she started hitting me, but it’s
a bit difficult to do that when all you are wearing is a few scraps of wrapping
paper and a big bow of pink ribbon!’

‘With ... men’ asked Cassie, ‘did you mind being...’

‘Fucked in the backside? Well it took some getting used to.
I’d never really been attracted to men, despite most people thinking I was gay.
Vicky broke me in gently, made me do private shows with another girl with a
strap-on, and she made sure I knew how to prepare properly and, of course,
always to use a condom. In the end I just came to accept it. I liked the
contact and the attention, and to tell you the truth I think I liked that as
much as anything. Unless of course it was a show in the club, on the stage with
an audience and able to see myself in the mirrors, then I could be really
depraved.’

‘How...’  Cassie interrupted.

‘You mean how much more depraved could I get?’

Cassie nodded. She was shocked, a little repelled, but quite
fascinated by the other girls experience.

‘Well, there was one act Mistress Vicky and I did. I would
pretend to be just a visitor, perhaps the girlfriend of one of my friends, or
an old customer. Vicky would come onto the little stage in full dominatrix
gear, sometimes with bare breasts and like an opera mask, and she would command
the audience to send her a volunteer. I would pretend to be reluctant, but my
friend would push me forwards and up onto the stage. I would act all innocent,
and Vicky would walk round me, and flick me with a little whip, telling me that
I was going to become her devoted slave and do whatever she told me to do. I
would pretend to be frightened and just nod in agreement. She would tell me to
strip naked, and I would start off all embarrassed, and then get more flagrant,
until I was down to my thong and my heels. I would have to kneel down on a
little stool, and Mistress Vicky would put a collar round my neck, with a chain
attached, and I would have to kiss her breasts, while she whipped my bottom. I
would have to stand up again, and Mistress would get angry ‘cos I hadn’t
stripped quite naked. She would handcuff my hands behind my back, and hang the
keys on my collar. She would lead me round the stage, asking the audience if
they wanted me quite naked, and of course they all yelled yes and yes and yes.
So Mistress would fetch a long knife, and play round me with it, then turn my
back to the audience, and cut my thong off on each side. I would wriggle my
bottom, and Vicky would say, “and what have we here” and turn me round so that
everyone could see my cock. Then we would go through a kind of ritual.

“So what are you good for slave?”

“Whatever you want Mistress Victoria.”

“Are you good for fucking slave?”

“Yes please Mistress, I am good at fucking.”

“Are you good at being fucked in your behind slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I love being fucked in my behind.”

“Are you good at sucking cock slave?”

“Oh yes Mistress, I love sucking cock, especially with cream
and...”

She would whip me then.

“Just answer the questions slave, I tell you what you can
do.”

“Yes mistress,” and I would wriggle and lick my lips.

“Are you good at worshipping breasts slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” and she would pull me down to lick her
breasts again.

“Are you good at eating pussy slave?”

“Yes Mistress, I love to eat pussy.”

“So will you be good as a complete sex toy slave?”

“Yes Mistress I will try to be a good sex toy.”

“Well I’d better find out if anyone wants you slave.”

Then she would ask the audience “Do you think any of you
would like this sex toy?”

Again they yelled yes and yes and yes.

“How much would you pay to play with this sex toy?”

“How much would you pay to come up here and see if she is as
good a sex toy as she says she is?”

There would be yells, some just rude, some facetious, and
some offering quite large sums.

“Well I will walk her round, and you can examine the goods,
and write down your offers. Later we will see who has made the highest bid!”

She would pull me down to her breasts again, and we would
have a long kiss, then she would lead me down from the stage, and take me round
the crowded club.

By this time my cock would be quite erect, (although by now
I had taken so many hormones that I had to take a Viagra pill before the show)
and as Vicky lead me round I was completely defenceless. She would let people
touch me, but if they got too excited or tried to do too much to me she would
discourage them with her whip.

I really loved it. I was just
submerged in a sea of hands and bodies with lots of people touching and
stroking me. It was a completely sensual experience.’

‘But how did it work,’ asked
Cassie. ‘Didn’t you feel ... vulnerable?’

‘Of course I was completely vulnerable, but Mistress Vicky
took good care that no-one hurt me. As she lead me round we were followed by a
couple of the club bouncers, and no-one wanted to get on the wrong side of
them. Mistress handed out bidding slips as we went.

It was usually quite fun, and most people were actually
quite restrained. Some men would try to feel up my bottom, and some people,
particularly straight (or not so straight) girls would like to feel my smooth
and silky balls and penis.  Some people would grab my breasts, and sometimes
both men and women would kiss me. Mistress would let them have a little time,
then she would pull me away, and pass them a bidding slip. “That’s a sample my
dear, anything else you have to pay for”. The bidding slips were all numbered,
and Mistress was quite good at remembering who was given which number. The
bouncers had slips to give out as well, and they also had good memories. 
Sometimes people would offer me a drink (although we made sure that the only
drinks I got came from our bar), and with my hands cuffed behind my back I had
to lap, and suck the drinks offered. If they offered me a straw I would make a
great play of sucking through the straw and licking my lips and pouting. That
was very popular.

Eventually, Mistress led me
back onto the stage, and the bar staff went round with buckets collecting the
bids.

I would be kneeling on the
little stool again, and Mistress Vicky would play with my breasts, and make me
play with hers, and we would chat quietly about who might make bids and what
they would like to do. Vicky would leave me there, and fasten my chain to the
back of the stage while she went off to discuss the bids with the bouncers, and
a couple of dancers from “Shiny Girls” did a routine in front of me. All they
wore was glitter powder, and of course the pubic hair trimmed and dyed into a
little golden heart, just as mine was. When they had their bottoms to the
audience they would wink at me, and make explicit gestures about what would
happen to me.

After a while Mistress would come back, and announce that three
bids were in the running. In turn she would announce the number that the bidder
had used, and what they would like to do to me. She didn’t say how much they
had bid. She would unfasten me, and lead me to the front again and make the
announcement “and the winner, for two thousand pounds” , or whatever the actual
bid was, “ is...” and then the winning number.

The two Shiny Girl girls would
go down and help the winners up to the stage. Sometimes it was just one person,
and that was usually a man. Sometimes it was two people, and then it was always
a man and a woman or two women. Vicky and the bouncers had selected the winners
of course, so they didn’t expose me to more risk than they needed.’

Cassie thought that the whole
process sounded incredibly risky.

‘Vicky and the staff would set up the stage with the props
and equipment required. Sometimes, if all I had to do was give a blow job to a
man, they would give a little cushion to kneel on, but more usually for blow
jobs, I would have to kneel on a little table to get me to the right height,
and my hands and legs would be fastened down. That let the winner play with my
breasts while I sucked him off. Sometimes we had to use more elaborate gear.
Once I was strapped onto a narrow leather covered bench, so one woman could
mount herself on my cock, and the other could put her pussy over my mouth.

It got more difficult if it was
a man and a woman, and I had to suck him off while she mounted me, but we had
this kind of sling thing so I could be held up off the floor in any position
required. ’

‘Did you ... enjoy it?’ asked Cassie

‘To tell you the truth, not
every time. But sometimes it was quite magical. I would get completely carried
away with all the attention and the physical sensation, and if I glimpsed
myself in the mirrors at the side and back of the stage, and I could see that
this was me, looking like that, and doing these things... well, that made
everything worthwhile.’

Sadie stopped, and Cassie could
see that some of these memories were painful for her.

‘It didn’t really.’ Sadie
continued with a sigh. ‘I was getting into more and more trouble with my
course. I hardly got to any lectures or seminars; I tried to do some of the
essays, but never completed them.  And then one evening, when I was dancing at
Shiny Girls, I saw Jenny come in, with this man. I don’t think she recognised
me, and they didn’t stay long. I thought that he looked a right bastard though.
Until then I’d hardly ever drunk too much, and managed to avoid the whole drug
scene, but that night at the other club, it was supposed to be my night off, I started
to drink – badly. To get drunk you know. I really didn’t see how things could
get any worse.’

Cassie saw tears in her eyes
again.

‘And they didn’t get any worse,
because that evening Jo and David Startway came into the club, saw me getting
totally blitzed, and started talking to me. The next night, when I was working,
just behind the bar that time, they came in again and stayed really late so
they could talk to me some more. They are lovely people; well you know that for
yourself. I think they have more of their own troubles now, especially David.
But they’ve always been incredibly good to me. Anyway, Jo helped me sort out
where I was with Uni. She wrote letters and got me to do at least some work. She
told me about Caroline and old Mr Benedict and suggested that I meet them. So I
did, and so I’m here. Caroline has helped me no end. She’s made it possible for
me to go back to Uni when I’m ready, and for now I’ve got an occasional job to
do with the estate business. It makes me feel more useful, and I can get used
to working with people normally, you know, just as any other girl. And I told
you that she insisted on meeting my parents, and I really didn’t want that, but
she arranged it, and explained everything to them, and now they’ve come to work
here as well.’

‘Caroline is very ... kind,’
agreed Cassie.

‘Kind, and thoughtful, and very
clever, and extremely ladylike, and very sensual and downright sexy when she
wants to be. But she never forces people to do anything, she just helps them
become what they want to be themselves. Mistress Victoria was kind to me, but
she only wanted me for her own purposes. It was just as well I met Dr Startway
when I did, ’cos the hormone drugs that Vicky gave me were not really what I
should have been taking, and she had started to get on to me about getting big
breast implants, and surgery to change my face and give me bigger lips. What
she wanted was to make me into me into a kind of cartoon sex doll, a kind of
Jessica Rabbit with a cock.’

‘And that isn’t what you want to be?’

‘No – not that. I realise that now. I’m still not quite sure
about everything that I want, to tell you the truth. But I do know that I want
to be elegant and stylish, and confident!’

‘You seem very confident to me.’

Sadie laughed. ’It is easy to
be confident here, with all the support from Caroline and everybody else. It’s
more difficult in... other places. That’s why I’m getting used to working in a
normal job. It’s quite fun really.’

‘Where do you work?’

‘In the estate office in the town, but I have to go to the
city sometimes.’

‘Do you think you will go back to University?’

‘Still not quite sure. I’d be
older now of course; older than most undergraduates.  I think I really should,
but I’m not quite sure I could cope if you see what I mean. What about you? Did
you have any plans before...before you came here?’

‘Not really plans.’ Cassie replied. ‘This last year was
..... got very difficult. I’d really wanted to do engineering, especially
electronics.’

‘You should. There has to be a ready market for female
engineers.’

‘Oh – yes. I suppose there
might be.’ Cassie had not thought that one through. To be a female, at
University!  Would she cope with that, she thought to herself.