Dreams and Desires (36 page)

Adele unfastened Kelly's wrists from the bed and, after helping her to a sitting position, refastened them behind her back. The lead was on the nightstand and she snapped it on Kelly's collar. She led her into the bathroom where she washed her face, helped her use the toilet and brushed her hair. She then bought her to the kitchen and knelt her down on the little orange rug. “I'd put your gag in but we're going to eat in a minute so just sit tight here and don't say anything, okay?” She was stroking Kelly's smooth, brushed out auburn hair. Kelly gave a little nod and Adele went about her business.

The captive woman watched as her friend scurried nude around the kitchen. While the muffins were toasting, she put two placemats and knives on the table, butter, marmalade, two glasses of orange juice and two coffee cups. She filled the cups with hot brew, poured milk into both and two scoops of sugar into one. She turned to Kelly. “I know you don't take sugar, sweetie, so I gave you your own cup.” The toaster dinged and Adele called out to the dream man. “Breakfast is ready, Ramón! Get it while it's hot!"

The three ranged around the table consuming their repast. Adele fed the kneeling, bound Kelly bits of butter laden muffin and let her drink some orange juice from her glass. The coffee felt good going down, its warmth spreading from her esophagus to her tummy. Kelly was conscious of and humiliated by the leash hanging loosely between her breasts as she ate. It swung from her body each time she leaned over to take a large crumb of muffin from her oblivious blond friend's hand. It reminded her of her demeaned status as a creature not permitted a will of her own. As if reading her mind, Ramón would, from time to time, give her breast a gentle squeeze or caress her head, sending messages of comfort.

For once, Adele had nothing to say. There was a palpable nervousness in the room. All thoughts were on the upcoming day. The 800 pound gorilla was how Kelly would take to being in public during the length of the workday. And there were things she needed to do. The grant application was due Wednesday. There were research protocols to set up. Friday's experiments were blown and would have to be repeated. Kelly's mother called usually a couple times a week, she had friends who checked in once and a while from all over the country, business details, and the miscellaneous interruptions we all experience. She would have to deal with the girls, Chandra, Melissa and Felicity.

And then there was the fact that although Kelly had responded well to Ramón's bonding with her, she was, much more than technically, a prisoner. She had not been permitted a volitional movement for two days. She was forbidden to speak and she was kept in close bondage for most of the time, even when her captor was fucking her. She had not been converted to Ramón's will like Adele had, who would probably throw herself in front of a bus rather than disobey the dream man. The difference between them was that Kelly was aware there was something wrong about having been reduced to a creature of lust. She knew she should be rebelling against the dream man's control over her. She just did not want to.

The thing that was uppermost in Kelly's mind was how she would survive the day without continuously satisfying the compelling, overwhelming need she had developed for the man's flesh, his touch and the pleasure he brought her. Just watching him eat while she knelt subserviently a little more than two feet away from him made her loins burn. Her stomach turned as she thought of being separated from him.

Adele finished first and she got up to clear away the dishes and put away the butter and milk. She let Kelly drink down the now cooled remnants of her coffee and put the cup in the dishwasher. Ramón had finished and had turned his chair to Kelly expectantly. Without ceremony, Adele lifted Kelly from her knees by her leash, moved the rug in front of Ramón and guided the bound woman back to the floor. She patted her head and said, “Don't take too long, Kelly. I'm going to put my face on and then I'll do yours."

The effusions of radiant pleasure that flowed from Ramón's stiff cock through her mouth made all of Kelly's concerns disappear. The dream man would take care of everything, she thought. She languidly ran her lips down the dream man's stiff pole, licking and kissing the bulbous head at the terminus of each upstroke. He passed his lust through to her with his hand as it stroked her head. When the pleasurable pulses of the man's orgasm began to thrill her lips, her pussy responded in kind. As her orgasm coursed through her, Kelly sensed her friend standing next to her and stroking her head soothingly. She became conscious of the picture she must be making, on her knees, her lips pursed around the dream man's cock, her eyes closed in fulfillment. Her bare breasts swayed as she moved her head to bring pleasure to the hard meat. Her nipples were taut with her arousal and her bound hands writhed behind her, displaying her fevered excitement at receiving his discharge.

"Oh, you're so pretty, Kelly,” Adele said wistfully when Kelly's orgasm had wound down and she bashfully let Ramón's cock slip from her mouth. The kind words were all it took to dispel Kelly's embarrassment. She felt pretty. No, more than pretty. She felt beautiful, desired. Yesterday, Adele had called her lucky. Yes, she was lucky. Of the millions of women in the world he could have chosen, many of them far prettier and alluring than her, he had chosen her, Kelly. She did not know or care why. For her wild, obsessive infatuation with the man, his presence, his flesh, could not stand circumspection. It was more than something out of a love story. What love story had ever posited the weird relationship she had with her dream man?

Kelly was woozy with the dream man's energies when Adele pulled her from her knees. There was a small dollop of the man's fluid on her lip and Adele scooped it up with a finger and placed it in her mouth. Her body shuddered. “Mmmmmmmm!” she said dreamily.

Adele sat Kelly on the closed toilet while she applied the light powder Kelly used to give her cheeks just a touch of color. She applied a pale red lipstick and outlined her eyelashes and under her eyes with a thin line of black. When she brought Kelly to the mirror, Kelly decided that her friend had got it just right.

When Adele brought Kelly to the bedroom, she had her sit on the edge of the foot of the bed while she rummaged through her stocking drawer for something appropriate. She chose a pair of dark, sheer, self supporting stockings which had a four inch wide band of black lace at the tops. This was not what Kelly usually wore to work. Although she really didn't care for pantyhose much, it was her habit to wear a pair that was light beige, barely announcing that she was wearing stockings at all. Kelly didn't like to call attention to her femininity at work. Work was all about being professional, getting the job done. But Kelly knew she had no right to protest and, what would happen to her if she did. It was just one more reminder she had no control over herself any more.

Adele's hands were warm and sensual as she drew the stockings up Kelly's legs. Kneeling between them, she paused to appreciate the alluring look of Kelly's thighs, her pale skin so clearly set off from the pretty, black lacework. Suddenly, Kelly became aware of the lasciviousness of the bare flesh between her stockinged legs. She remembered her hairlessness and blanched. Adele seemed to have the same thought and she spread Kelly's thighs a little wider and gave her pudenda a gentle stroke. “Oh,” she said as she ran her fingers over the soft flesh. “You've gotten a little stubbly, honey. I'll have to fix that up. I'll have to remember to shave you twice a day."

Adele got to her feet, ran into the kitchen to get one of Kelly's aluminum mixing bowls, ran into the bathroom to get some hot water, soap and lotion and returned. She guided Kelly to her back on the bed and pushed up her thighs so her feet were on the mattress on either side of her. Kelly's bound hands were underneath her and her bottom was lifted just enough so Adele could complete her chore. She carefully scraped the sensitive skin with the razor after applying a thin screen of warm soap. Kelly closed her eyes, feeling her passion growing at the handling of her mons despite her shame at the woman's view of her bare love lips. When Adele finished applying the lotion, Kelly's slit had lubricated and she was not displeased when she felt Adele's tongue sliding along its sensitive length.

The prisoner moaned as Adele's lush tongue inflamed her. She bit her lower lip when it massaged her stiffened love button. Through her fog of passion, Kelly remembered Adele's promise to her the night before that she would make her come with her mouth in the morning. She wondered idly as she absorbed the undeniable pleasures of the blond woman's lips, how many mornings they would repeat this ritual, and how many nights. How often she would be displayed so obscenely on the bed, or on her bathroom floor, her knees spread wide lasciviously, Adele's mouth driving her to pleasure?

She sensed another presence in the room and saw her captor standing at the bedroom door watching. He had dressed and was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and his brand new jeans. What had seemed barely acceptable in private seemed lewd and deviant with the man present, especially now that he wore the raiment of an ordinary man. Her face grimaced and she whined in dismay. She weakly tried to close her legs. Adele placed her hands on them firmly, keeping them apart. Kelly looked at the man and had an image of herself in some porno gallery, putting on a display for the prurient passions of strange, feverishly lustful men. Suddenly, the man sent to her mind a wave of approval and acceptance and Kelly's objections succumbed almost instantly to the pleasure being brought to her by the blond woman's mouth and lips. As she felt her climax rising, she wondered at her newfound sexual voraciousness. She had already come four times today, three when the man had drained her of the mist she had received in her dreams and once when he had come in her mouth, less than ten minutes ago. This would be her fifth. And how many times had she come yesterday, and the day before? She had lost count. These thoughts took place in an instant and were followed by a surge of intense lust and then by the fierce, pleasure inducing contractions of her sex. Her body arched as she received them.

When Adele got up to put away her tools, the dream man approached Kelly and stood before her. She shuddered as his eyes focused on her bare, well pleasured slit. Not having been given permission to move, she kept her widespread thighs in place. Something in her wanted him to look at her denuded gash, to appreciate the proffer of her loins to him. At the same time, the image in her mind of what he was so intently looking at made her blush with shame.

Ramón sensed the woman's conflict. While he had not created her unhappiness at her hairless sex, he had stoked it and, at the same time created a need in her to display it to him. By forcing her to overcome her intense inner reticence to please him in this way, she would be reminded starkly of her submission to his control. The fact that the enticing love lips she displayed to him so wantonly were forbidden to her touch would deepen her need to proffer them to him to seek his. The female had raised her hips slightly and was peering at him hopefully with her clear, blue eyes. He took a finger and placed it lightly between her pale, smooth labia, sending his power through it and drawing it slowly upwards until it reached the nub at its apex. The female sighed with passion and he sensed her joy that he had brought contact between them there, that her display had brought the desired reward.

The perky, young blond woman came rushing back in and gave Ramón a gentle shove. “If you start her up all over again, we'll never get to the lab on time,” she said playfully.

Ramón stepped away so Kelly's adornment could continue. As he did so, he noted the pleasure he had received from seeing the woman's thighs and legs decorated with the sheer, black material. The delicate lace at the top was particularly enticing, calling for caresses to her soft inner thighs. This additional function of clothing was something he had not thought about. And he made note that the visual satisfaction he had received was one more sensual experience that had delighted him.

Adele had picked out Kelly's shortest skirt. It was pleated and was a red and black plaid. Kelly was usually too shy to wear something so revealing and, having purchased it in a moment of impetuousness, had only worn it once. Although it violated her self imposed, strictly conservative work dress code, Kelly, still dazed from her orgasm and the man's teasing of her still glowing slit, stepped into it obediently. She was confused that Adele had not selected a pair of panties for her first and then realized, to her mortification, she was expected to go throughout the day without them. She wanted to protest. The man was still watching and so she bit her tongue. In spite of her overwhelming need and lust for the man, she still feared him and his ability to bring instant, mind jarring inner pain to her.

The dream man was watching his familiar carefully. He sensed her distress at the revealing nature of her skirt. To him, she looked enticing. Somehow, the presence of the adornments to her lower body invited the eye to drink of the gracefulness of her thighs, the roundness of her hips, and the mind to speculate about what lay further above the skirt's hem. Knowing there was nothing that would block his access to her sweet sex should he reach his hand under it, stirred his male, human lust. She looked at him almost fearfully, her mouth formed into a small frown, her eyes soft and watery. Her naked breasts remained pleasantly within his view, pushed out slightly by the force of her bound arms behind her. The collar around her neck and the leash that dangled from it between her shimmering breasts advertised her submissiveness, her bondage to his will. Her silky, long reddish brown hair flowed alluringly over her shoulders. The red hues of her hair and her skirt highlighted the darker, almost maroon shade of her areolas. It was a shame her pretty, soft, round globes had to be hidden away. They accentuated the softness of her body, were reminiscent of the pleasure he felt in stroking it, having her flesh rub against his.

Bringing over two of Kelly's pullover, turtle necked shirts, Adele showed them to her. “This way you can still wear your collar and no one will be able to see it,” she said happily. She held them up one at a time to the skirt and rejected the black one in favor of the dark beige. She undid Kelly's bracleted arms from behind her back, and after removing the leash from her collar, slid it over her head. As she did so, Kelly realized she would be going braless too, something she never did, and her unhappiness intensified. She would look like a tart with her exposed upper thighs and her swaying breasts every time she moved. And the shirt was just a little too tight for her. She would have returned it except that she bought it back in Jersey the last time she was home.