Dreams and Desires (20 page)

The man had not really enslaved Adele. She was more a sort of devotee. He just made her want the things he wanted her to want and made her perfectly comfortable in doing so. When she put the tea down on the coffee table, she smiled at him. He had brought her perfect joy, a purpose in life. She wouldn't give a thought to where he came from, what his purpose was or how she found such pleasure in serving him. She knew Kelly was important to him, and she was clearly overjoyed over the liberation of her hidden feelings about her friend. She had watched the older woman work so hard and worry so much that something inside her had always wanted to just reach out and comfort her.

He had let Adele feel his caring affection for her friend and know that he would never harm her. She was aware he needed to use her for some important purpose and that sometimes he would need to make her friend unhappy. And, from time to time, she would have to do it too. She had done it tonight. Kelly was so joyful when she fucked him and when she took his cock in her mouth, that it would more than balance out in the blond girl's mind. Everything would be accepted as being for the greater good. The blond woman would perform her tasks happily and without regret.

Having brought her lord his tea, Adele knelt down next to her dear friend. Kelly was still bent over, luxuriating in the echoes of her orgasm. She could feel the man's seed as it merged with her, giving her a warm and pleasant feeling. It took her a moment to notice Adele was softly whispering her name and rubbing her back gently with her small, soft hand.

"Come on Kelly,” she said sweetly. “I'm going to give you a bath."

Kelly docilely let the younger woman bring her to her feet. She followed as she led her into the bathroom. There was a large tub there she hardly ever used. She was always in too much of a hurry. The idea sounded nice now as she watched the hot water fill it. It was an old style tub with old fashioned handles near the single spigot. It sat on gnarly, club feet and was a dark cream, almost beige color. Adele knelt next to the tub while it filled, testing the water. When she was satisfied it was perfect, she rose and, taking Kelly by the shoulders, turned her around. She loosened the rope around her wrists. Kelly felt joyful that her wrists were unbound. It was just so nice to see them and to watch them move that she didn't object when Adele tied them together again in front of her. Adele looked at her and said, “Sorry, honey, Ramón prefers that you be kept tied up."

The blond girl helped Kelly step over the lip of the tub. The water was hot and Kelly placed fist one foot and the other gingerly into it. She took a moment to acclimatize herself and then slowly lowered her bottom with Adele holding her hands for support, until she felt the hot surface of the water lick at her buttocks. She waited a moment or two and then lowered herself the rest of the way, sighing at the soothing, comforting heat.

The hot water drove Kelly into a dreamy, comfortable state. She sighed from behind her gag as her whole body relaxed. Adele tied her wrists off to a towel rack above her head. She let her hands hang there listlessly. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the pleasant warm feelings shooting through her body. Even the gag in her mouth didn't matter. Her dream man had somehow lowered its intensity so it was now no more than a comforting reminder of his presence in her body.

"I'm gonna let you soak for a moment,” Adele told her softly. “Then I'm going to wash you and let you soak some more."

True to her word, and unlike her essential nature, Adele waited silently, kneeling by the tub for about ten minutes while Kelly lay absorbing the soothing sensations of the water. She then waked her from her reverie and, untying her wrists from the towel rack, had her stand. There was a rubber hose with a spray attachment and Adele connected it to the faucet. She then let the hot water pour all over her friend's beautiful body. “You're just gorgeous, honey,” she told her. She had soaped up a big, soft sponge and was softly rubbing foam all over Kelly's body. “You were just made for fucking, girl,” she said, sweetly. “I've been telling you that all along. I don't think that you have to worry about that any more. You're going to get plenty of it from now on."

"No,” Kelly thought lazily as she enjoyed the ministrations of her friend. “That's one thing I don't have to worry about. I'll get plenty of fucking.” Her teeth and tongue massaged the simulated penis in her mouth. Each time she pressed on it, it sent a mild message of pleasure to her brain. “And sucking, too,” she added. That was okay with her. Everything was okay with her. What was that she had thought earlier? “Everything will work out.” That was it. Lost in her reverie, Kelly believed it. She would leave everything to the dream man. She had never lived as intently or as joyfully as she had these past two days. He knew what she needed. She didn't have to think about it any more, and if he thought she needed to be tied up and gagged or whatever else, then that's what would happen.

The young blond woman's hands were working Kelly's flesh gently, and diligently, cleaning every crevice and hole. Kelly sighed and closed her eyes when the woman leaned over and took one of her teats in her mouth, sucking on it softly. “And he has brought me Adele,” Kelly thought mistily. When Adele shifted her loving attention to her other breast, Kelly felt an overwhelming desire to return the favor. She felt Adele's hand cupping her pussy and she remembered her shock at feeling the woman manipulating her to pleasure this morning while she had her dream lover's cock in her mouth. Her reaction seemed so silly now. She didn't think there could be anything more natural than her growing affection and desire for the deliciously formed girl. Her pussy began to tingle and she was disappointed when the soft hand left her to resume its tasks.

Adele rinsed the thick layer of sweet smelling lather off of Kelly's body with the hose and then had her kneel down back in the tub. She had her raise her torso so she could do her long, reddish brown hair. Kelly loved the feel of her friend's hands massaging her scalp.

When she had finished washing the crème rinse from her hair, Adele had Kelly stand up again and pulled the plug on the water. “Stay right here,” she told the nude woman as she dashed out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Kelly's body shivered slightly as she waited. The thought occurred to her that it was decidedly anomalous to be standing in the tub of her own bathroom, her hands tied in front of her, while waiting for her apparently psychotic handmaiden to return. She saw herself in the mirror over the sink. The reflection showed her just from the neck to the tops of her knees. Her wet breasts glistened. Her bound hands stood out starkly as did her small, trimmed bush against her pale, shiny skin. She raised her hands over her head so just her lower belly and breasts were in the frame. “Everything any man would need,” she thought to herself. She had forgotten about her ass. He used that too. She turned around, looking over her shoulder so she could see it. She felt a twinge of lust go through her as she remembered him piercing the dainty hole hidden by her small, round rear cheeks. It shamed her how much she had enjoyed it. That's what he must want, she thought. It made his power over her seem so complete. She had proffered herself and loosened her muscles to prepare for him even though the very thought of being used there humiliated her. And she would do it again for him, tonight, if he wanted, or any other time.

Adele rushed in just as the remains of the dirty water were circling around the drain. She stoppered it again and turned on the faucet. Kelly felt the hot liquid gathering around her feet. She stood there as it rose. Adele was kneeling next to the tub expectantly, smiling, looking up at Kelly's beauteous form as if lost in thought. She then recollected herself and revealed a small bottle of expensive bathing oil, opened it and poured a generous dollop in. Kelly could smell the enchanting odor right away. When the water was high enough, she lowered herself down and then lay against the back of the tub. Adele raised her bound hands and reaffixed them to the towel rack. When the water was above her friend's breasts, she turned it off.

"Just lay back and enjoy it,” Adele said kindly. She then realized her unintentional joke and started to laugh. Kelly, too, saw the humor in the oblique reference to her relationship with the dream man. She started to laugh as well. The two women, best friends, laughed hard and long, as they had done many times before. They were in this together. Neither of them would change a thing.

When Adele's raucous guffaws and Kelly's muffled amusement died, Adele leaned over and kissed her friend on the forehead. She stifled another giggle. “I'll be right back, honey,” she said.

When Adele returned several minutes later, Kelly was in seventh heaven. She could feel the bath oil seeping into her pores. The room was misty from the steam coming off of the bath. The heat of the water made her whole body melt. Her hands hung limp above her. The blond woman had brewed Kelly a cup of chamomile tea in her favorite mug. She put it on the floor and loosened Kelly's gag and removed it. “You have to be quiet now,” she said. “Ramón'll get mad if you say anything, okay?"

Kelly nodded her head in agreement. Adele brought the hot cup to her lips and let her take a sip. The tea was hot and tangy. There was a little slice of lemon in it. Kelly smiled her thanks to her friend. The familiar taste brought back to her the many nights she had sat on her veranda, enjoying her tea, peacefully appreciating the declining light and the beautiful world around her. Although she had just done it a few days ago, it seemed like a lifetime. Her eyes started to tear as she recalled how much had happened to her in the last forty eight hours or so. It was beyond her wildest imaginings. If only she hadn't dreamed of her fantasy lover. If only she hadn't reached her hand into the mist, if she had resisted the urge to pull the man through it to her side. Or was it somehow inevitable? Was this the fate that had always been awaiting her all those years she had toiled in school, proven herself in her internships, worked at her research project until she was almost too weary to make the drive home? How long would the man keep her as his plaything? What would happen tomorrow? Would they go to the lab? Would he come as well? How would she react in front of the pretty young girls who worked for her? Would he want them too?

Adele saw her friend's distress. She leaned over the tub and caressed her face lovingly. “Don't worry, Kelly,” she said earnestly. “It'll all work out. You'll see. He really cares for you. I know it."

Kelly knew she should not accept at face value what her mind controlled friend was saying. The man could make her believe anything he wanted. She decided to accept the reassuring words. Her face calmed and she smiled tenderly at the young, blond woman. She thought of the man and her need for him and her body shivered. She crossed her legs and bit her lip.

When Kelly had finished the tea, Adele let the water drain and then untied Kelly's hands from the towel rack. She helped her out of the tub. She took one of Kelly's large, fluffy, white towels and dried her body. She then wrapped it around her for warmth and had her kneel in front of the toilet, her back to her, as she dried and brushed out her hair and then fastened it into the ponytail Kelly liked to wear at night. She even had her stand in front of the sink while she brushed her teeth. When she was finished, she restored the woman's gag and had her exchange places on the toilet, this time raising the lid. She made Kelly spread her legs and douched her well used pussy and rear. As she did, Kelly remembered her statement to her earlier in the day that “Men really don't know anything, do they?"

She was not done. The happily content, naked, young blond woman found Kelly's shaving cream and razor and stroked her legs and armpits clean of stubble using the hot water from the sink to clean the razor as it jammed up with hair. She then had her lay down on the rug and spread her legs, her knees bent and raised. She put a folded towel under her behind, raising her hips.

"I'm gonna make you real clean down there,” she told her friend. “I think Ramón will really like it."

Kelly had never wanted her pussy hair trimmed in the first place. Adele's insistence she buy and wear a bikini for their trip to Cancun had made it mandatory. Kelly had been careful to remove only what was absolutely necessary and she was letting it grow back. She didn't want it shaved clean now. The image of her bare pussy lips disturbed her. She tried to close her legs in protest. Adele gave her a stern, warning look. “Listen, honey,” she said, annoyed, “if you don't do what I say, Ramón is going to get mad. And you don't want that to happen, do you?"

Kelly immediately recalled the man's power to make her suffer. At the same time, she was reminded her friend's first priority was pleasing Ramón. She was the one who had gotten the gag. She had gotten him clothes, she had placed the little rug in front of Ramón earlier after dinner so Kelly could service him. All she had done for Kelly, the soothing bath, the comforting tea, the reassuring words and the warm, tender caresses, had been so she would be a compliant whore for her master. Adele may have been feeling authentic affection and love for her, but she served Ramón. She was his accomplice, his co-conspirator. And she would help Ramón make her his slave.

Kelly opened her legs obediently and put her bound hands over her face. She cried while Ramón's pretty, blond minion carefully scraped away the remnants of her pubic hair. Each scrape of the sharp razor along her tender, private skin, bought another wave of unhappiness to her. They could do anything they wanted to her, Kelly thought. They could shave her head and put a ring through her nose. They could make her walk around on all fours and bark like a dog. They could tattoo and brand her, pierce her and whip her, do anything.

Adele finished her task quickly. There had not been much to shave anyway. She retrieved a hand mirror from the bathroom vanity. She placed it between Kelly's outstretched thighs and then lifted her back so she could observe the reflection of her hairless pudenda. “See how pretty it looks, honey,” the pleased blond woman said. “It's real smooth and you can see your slit really well. It'll look like you're just waiting to get fucked."