Another Soul A New Nightmare
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The Dream...or Nightmare? free porn video
Another in the dream chronicles. Taken from the journal Mistress insists
I keep, but again "cleaned up" a bit to make it - hopefully - easier to
follow. It's pretty short as I am confounded with a.d.d. and have
difficulty focusing on long stories. I doubt anyone wants to be in the
middle of a, hopefully, naughty story and suddenly find themselves
subjected to a treatise on the Old Republic era (the best era) of SW. As
before, any tips on how to improve my writing are greatly appreciated. In
fact, specific request; Can anyone offer a bit of tutoring on the best
way to upload these to avoid weird gaps?
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The Dream
We were in the hotel, Mistress, Mr Jay, and me. It had been an
interesting weekend. A chance to get away for the three of us. This was a
milestone in and of itself as whenever there was to be play, it was just
Mistress and I. Her husband was aware, but had never joined us. He had
his own lovers and playmates to enjoy.
I was on a pallet at the foot of the bed, silent so I wouldn't disturb
them and unable to stand thanks to the humbler Mistress had placed on me.
They watched tv and cuddled. But I could hear the cuddling was becoming
more than cuddling. Soon they were passionate. Not given permission to
watch, or move, I laid at the foot of the bed listening. Listening to her
mounting passion as she enjoyed the attention of her man.
Then I heard her. "Kneel. Watch. But watch silently. Watch what a man
enjoys, Tabitha."
Rising to my knees carefully, I was just in time to see Mistress mount Mr
Jay. I watched his cock part her lips in awe as she lowered herself onto
him. The moan that escaped her lips was one of pure lust for her man.
Watching her ride Mr Jay. Watching her slide up and down on his cock. A
cock bigger soft than mine is hard. Watching her ass flex and his balls
tense. Seeing her juice coat his cock and balls. Oh god...
Watching them was such sweet torment. There was jealousy. But jealous of
her. Oh I wanted to feel a man in me like that. And there was lust.
Wanting to join them. Wanting to kiss and lick and suck anything they
would allow me to. Wanting to crawl between his legs and lick from his
balls to her ass and back.
They were so hot. So beautiful together. The passion they shared for each
other was obvious. The knowledge of each other's needs and bodies that
comes from years of being together. And then they came, together.
Mistress arching her back and crying out in release, Mr Jay's balls
tightening and his cock pulsing. His hands at her hips as he pulled her
tightly to him, filling her, as an animalistic cry escaped him.
She collapsed onto his chest, sighing in the pleasure of their love and
lust. Watching them together brought a feeling so peaceful I forgot the
humbler. I was in awe. And not just of my Mistress, as I always am. But
of Mr Jay as well. Mistress knew I had something of a secret crush on her
husband. She enjoyed teasing me about it from time to time. But now,
watching them together made me realize that he was every bit the man to
be admired. I began to accept the things I had kept hidden within myself.
That because he was a man worthy of the love and devotion of my Mistress,
and because she owned me, then maybe he would... play a more central role
in my future. I was caught up in these thoughts.
Until she rolled off of him.
"Clean up."
I started to climb onto the bed, very gingerly, the pain returning to my
little eggs so harshly. Kissing her feet in adoration, I expected her to
open and allow me access. But she kept her legs closed to me. She raised
a foot and placed it to my forehead, stopping me from going any higher.
"No. This time, it's not 'ladies first'." And I saw the wicked grin on
her face. The devilish light in her eyes. She looked at me, then looked
over to where his cock lay across his thigh, slick with their juices.
The fear, the worry. I had never done such. Not with him. I had never
done anything with him other than enjoy polite conversation and hope he
wouldn't bring up my status and discuss what I was to his wife openly. I
felt so ashamed. But I knew I had no choice. It's what she wanted. And
what Mistress wants of me, she gets. But deep down, I knew it was what I
wanted as well.
Unable to look him in the eyes, I crawled towards his cock. As I moved
closer, I tried focusing on nothing but his cock and balls, shiny from
their love. I tried hard to put out of my mind who this was. My
overwhelming shyness threatening to make me freeze, I tried to ignore
that this was her husband. I tried to forget that there was even a man
attached to the cock that pleased my Mistress so well.
I had some measure of success. "Focus on the cock," I told myself. I
started to be lost in the moment as I began to lower my mouth to him.
Surrendering to my own inner self, hidden needs, and the desires of my
Mistress, I was a fraction of an inch from planting a gentle kiss on the
head of his cock when it all came crashing down and I was pulled back
from mindless bliss.
I felt her hand clench in my hair and jerk my head up. "You rude little
slut, where are your manners!? You know to ask for permission before
touching someone!"
I could have died. I looked into her eyes, my own filled with fear and
shame.
"Mistress, may i...."
She tightened her hand in my hair and jerked my head again.
"I'm not the one you are about to touch, am I?"
And she used Her hand in my hair to turn my head to face Him. I had no
choice but to look at Him.
"Sir...."
A jerk of my head.
"Mr J..."
A harder jerk. A whimper from me. And I knew what was expected. A single
tear fell.
"Master, may I clean you?"
A quick nod from him, nothing more. And then she slowly guided my mouth
to his cock.
His cock, so beautiful. I felt Her caress my cheek as I kissed His cock.
And then kissed it again, and again. And soon I was licking it. Licking
every bit of their combined cum I could find. From his cock. From his
balls. From his thighs. Every drop I could find. I took his cock into my
mouth to gently suckle at it, hoping to coax another drop directly from
the source. I was lost again. But I was lost in feeling his cock in my
mouth.
Oh god, was he getting hard again? Inside my mouth? Because of me? Oh my
god, he was! And I don't know how to describe how that made me feel. How
do you describe a mixture of shame and pride? Is it even possible to feel
such diametrically opposed emotions? It is. Oh God, it is.
"That's enough, Tabitha." And I felt her hand pull me away. Pull me to
her. I crawled to Mistress, completely under her spell. Completely hers.
"Clean me."
As I lowered my head in worship, she stopped me just shy of reaching Her.
I felt Him getting out of the bed. I sensed Her handling Him something. I
caught a quick glimpse from the corner of my eye. Her crop! What?
"You did a wonderful job cleaning Mr Jay, petal. But there's still the
matter of your rudeness."
My eyes said how sorry I was. How confused I was. How scared. Never
before had I felt correction from anyone but Mistress.
"Jay, be a dear and teach Tabitha some manners as she works."
She lowered my head back to her. I could see their juices covering her.
She was so very beautiful in the afterglow of their passion. I kissed,
right above Her womanhood. A gentle kiss of adoration. And then another
kiss, lower. And soon I had to taste them properly. My tongue gently
parting her swollen and cum coated lips.
It is a taste like no other. It is an act like no other. The intimacy
between a Mistress and her sissy is seldom higher than when she has her
little pet clean and soothe her after she has had a virile, passionate
man inside her. I confess to a bit of unladylike pride and a silly little
thought, "Mr Jay may get to fuck her, but I am the one the gets to clean
her and ease the ache after she has had that big cock." (Laugh all you
want, I do take pride in that thought.)
I was so focused on cleaning Mistress, and soothing her, that the first
lash of the crop caught me completely off guard.
The sting! Oh my! And then another. And another. I tried to focus on
pleasing Mistress. On cleaning her. Oh, it was heaven. I was lost in Her.
But I kept feeling the lash. And the lash of the crop was hell. The pain
was building. But her hands in my hair kept my head where it belonged.
And then it happened. I felt the tip of the crop catch my little eggs. I
tensed. I cried out. And she shuddered in delight.
"Dear, whatever you just did, do it again," she said.
I tried shaking my head no. I tried begging silently. With every fiber of
my being I tried to beg for mercy without actually saying the words.
My poor little eggs, my "sissy ovaries" as Mistress called them, locked
in place by the humbler were defenseless.
And then it happened. The first blow. Directly on those little ovaries
that were already aching with pain. My whole body shook. And oh god, how
I screamed. I screamed directly into her. Directly only her clit.
She cried out, "Oh fuck! Do. That. Again!"
And he did. He made me scream and cry with my mouth locked over her clit.
Oh god, she was getting more and more excited. She was so close to
cumming again. I could feel it. And apparently he could see it, because
he sped up. I could feel her thighs lock close around my head, locking me
in place. My shaking, my screaming into her womanhood getting more power
with lash after lash of the crop.
Her orgasm crashed over her. When she tightened in orgasm, the clenching
of her muscles pushed the rest of their cum out. I couldn't stop wiggling
my ass. Couldn't stop crying. I was so lost in the pain that it took a
moment to realize he had finally stopped his abuse and Mistress was
laying limp.
I lay there, between her legs, sobbing, when I felt a soft tap from the
crop and heard him speak for the first time.
"Finish cleaning your Mistress, Tabitha."
And sobbing, I did. My body, my soul, on fire from pain, I swallowed
every drop I could find. Tears running down my face, adding my own fluids
to the last of theirs.
Finally, Mistress was cleaned and temporarily satiated. She was kind
enough to help me back to my pallet, placing me on my knees. I could
hardly see, my vision still blurry from the tears. But still, I could
make out that they were both standing before me. Looking down on me, the
pride in her eyes plain to see, she spoke.
"What do you say when someone punishes you, Tabitha?"
I knew what she wanted. I knew this was the final and ultimate
humiliation of the day. Making me acknowledge that it wasn't Mistress
that just worked me over. Making me face the fact and openly admit that
not only had I licked, sucked, and worshipped her husband's cock, but
that he had then been the one to punish me for my lapse in manners. And I
knew again that I had no choice. I knew deep inside me that I deserved no
choice. Slowly I looked up at them both, at first. Then to her. I saw the
absolute fire in her eyes. Then I looked at him. And looking into his
eyes and speaking was harder than taking the crop had been.
"Thank you for spending the time and effort in correcting me, Master."
Looking back at her and I could see she was ecstatic. But also she
was....what? Almost irritated. But why? Oh God, what did I do?
"I hate to lose this moment, but I need the restroom,"
And then he spoke again. And his words were enough to bring a new level
of fear.
"I have a better idea. It seems a shame for you to walk so far on such
shaky legs."
Then he stepped behind me and grabbed my hair so quickly I had no time to
react. He pulled my head back by the hair until my face was pointed at
the ceiling. And then, as I saw her move over me, I knew what was coming.
And I knew I was stupid to have ever entertained the thought of a "final
humiliation." That there would never be a final humiliation. Not for me.
For because as much as I shamefully, and secretly, craved the
humiliation, Mistress loved doling it out. And, it seems, Mr Jay does as
well.
As I opened my mouth for her, I heard His voice in my ear.
"Spill even a drop and we will 'correct' you all night long."
She heard, and from the look on her face, I was honestly afraid of which
would please her more - me taking it all, or me spilling it. And then I
knew fear. Fear and adoration both, to the core of my being.
I heard her sigh and tasted the first of Her flow...
And then, I woke.
Fawn
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