1 comments/ 38805 views/ 17 favorites Emily's Fall By: deeplyAbnormal Night Emily worked the rusty bolt and pushed the ancient metal door open against its stiff hinges. Her torch flashed around the chamber. It was just as her flatmate Ruth described. For a while, she'd started to think Ruth knew about her secret fantasies and this was all going to be a cruel joke. She had snuck into the dig site at night using Ruth's keys, and now entered into the circular room with a throne in the centre, raised on a plinth. In a circle around it there were six pillars reaching up to the vaulted ceiling, but it was what was in front of three of the pillars that held Emily's torch beam. They looked like most of a metal mannequin, missing the arms and legs, heavily engraved and liberally fitted with small D-rings. Some metallic straps and rings seemed to be attached to the very bottom and a chain ran from the crotch to the column. Most of the mannequins were still covered in dust and filled with bones, but Ruth had obviously cleaned one. Emily approached it hesitantly. If Ruth's drunken yammering had been accurate, there was more to it, and her pussy was already juicy in anticipation. Ever since Ruth spilled the beans about the kinky things she'd found on her 'dig', and how she'd hidden the passageway from the other tunnels to keep it secret from the other archaeologists, Emily knew she'd have to see one in person. While Ruth was still going into depth about the find, Emily was already tuning out and retreating into a new fantasy using the key details. Now with her own eyes, she could see that fantasy becoming real. A secret directory on her computer was full of stories and pictures of women gagged, bound, in chastity and being stimulated but prevented from cumming. She frequently masturbated herself to fantasies spun from them, and Ruth's details had hit a number of high spots and Emily had been horny ever since. Ruth had left it face down. Emily ran her fingers over the track that ran up the spine of the suit. A plate ran on the track and was connected to two large cuffs with what looked like metal spheres that would enclose the wearer's hands. Her breath quickened. It was ratcheted so that the cuffs could be pushed up the wearer's back. There was a latch between the cuffs for releasing them and releasing the ratchet mechanism to allow the plate to be lowered. It required two pieces to be pushed together vertically and was protected by a loop of metal to make it impossible for the wearer to push against something to get free. Tentatively she rolled it over revealing the mask. It was an intricately finished face of a beautiful woman, mouth open and seemingly frozen at point of orgasm. There was a large stylised phallus protruding from the mouth. After gingerly touching it, she found it could unscrew and had an end that extended inside the mouth. "A great way to keep the wearer quiet," she thought. Looking into the mouth opening, there were rods running in from the corner of the mouth that would hook behind the wearer's teeth and keep her mouth locked open, as well as a horseshoe piece that would push the wearer's tongue up. Ring gags were another of Emily's fetishes and this was similar enough that her pussy pulsed again. Looking was no good. She was going to have to actually try on one of these suits. One of them had to fit! It had to! Stroking the mask, Emily felt one of the eyelids move. Investigating, she found they could be latched shut. Just what were these things for she wondered? They couldn't be all that old since the engineering was very fine. She didn't know much about metal either, but was surprised at the lack of tarnishing or rust. Seeing another latch below and between the bullet-shaped breast forms, Emily squeezed it and found that the cups unscrewed leaving a five centimetre lip around the breast hole. That could be interesting if she had a companion to play with, she thought. Emily straightened out the tangle of items tangled in the chain. Two short rods were attached to the bulging crotch of the suit to run down the inside of the wearer's thighs connecting to a set of thigh bands. Spying the pair of metal ballet boots linked by a short chain thickened her saliva, but not her other secretions. Another of her fetishes, and another she had never actually tried. Ruth really had found something amazing, and this was her chance. She was going to do it; she was going to try one on! She almost came when she decided on this course of action. What would it be like: blind, dumb and trapped inside a metal suit wearing another's face? All you would be good for was giving oral sex and taking it up the arse, neither she was particularly fond of, although she really didn't fancy anal sex. There would be no relief for the wearer. Emily tried on one of shoes but it was too big. She visited a number of other pillars until she found one that looked smaller. For a moment, revulsion of having to empty out a dead girl's bones quenched her need, but the thought of being so utterly helpless that you depended on your captor to even live, soon overcame the hesitation. How easy would it be to control and train someone wearing the suit! Using some of the machine oil she had brought with her, she lubricated the joints on the shoe, worked it open, then sat and slipped her foot into it and latched it closed. Emily wasn't accustomed to heels, but it wasn't too uncomfortable at first so she fitted the second one. Standing up proved to be tricky, but she used the pillar and chain to get herself upright. Wow that felt different! The top cuff of the shoe was well over her ankle so there was plenty of support, but walking was weird. Taking small mincing steps she moved back to the cleared suit. They became rather uncomfortable during the short walk so she sat and removed them. She'd have to work up to them if she was going to keep them. Keep them? Where did that come from? Well, it is not like she could walk off with the suit since it was chained to a bolt in the pillar. Emily took some time cleaning the inside of the suit. She blushed deep red on finding the studded dildo standing proud on the inside of the crotch shield. "I should have expected that!" she said out loud, "but I certainly won't be needing to lubricate it!" Her arousal cranked up a further notch. She worked oil into the stiff latch towards the top of the spine as well as anything that looked like a joint or a sliding surface. When she pulled the latch, the left side of the suit spit open. Stripping off her clothes, Emily stuffed them into her bag. Standing naked before the throne contemplating what she was about to do sent electric thrills through her sex. "I can't believe I'm about to do this!" Shivering in anticipation she squeezed her right leg through the side and out through the leg opening and thigh band. She then slipped her left leg through the other thigh band and pulled the suit up her legs. She almost came when the dildo brushed her pussy lips, and had to think of the dead women's bones lying around the room to cool herself off as the fat dildo pushed itself into her. It'd be so easy to blow it and come early! Emily put her right arm through the suit and out of the arm hole. Working her bum through the narrow opening was uncomfortable, but nothing like as uncomfortable as squeezing her breasts through! After a few tries, she removed the cups, squirted some oil on herself and used her hand to help pull the mounds into position. It was all feeling very real all of a sudden. Emily almost balked when faced with the mask. Scolding herself for coming this far only to chicken out at the last minute, she steeled herself and checked the eyes were open. Scooping up her long hair, she placed the resulting pony tail into the split cone at the seam at the mask's crown, opened her mouth and pushed her face forward. She felt the bars catch her teeth locking her jaw open and was glad that she'd left the dildo/penis gag out. She took a series of breaths to calm herself down before trying to press the suit closed. Damn her luck, it was just too small round the waist! Determined not to waste all the effort Emily leaned against the pillar and sucked her breath in and pushed with her hands. With a series of clicks, felt more than heard, the suit clamped tight from the top of her head to her crotch, forcing her body into a classical s-curve. Flanges buried themselves around her clit and urethra isolating them both. She realised she'd been holding her breath and shakingly released it trying to back down off the crest of the massive orgasm building inside her. It wouldn't do to pop too soon since she wanted to enjoy this. After a minute of calming herself she had managed to delay it. She was surprised at the intensity of her feelings since she normally required direct clitoral stimulation to get off, but whatever worked, and this was definitely working. Emily wanted the full look, so she carefully screwed the breast cups on, and then started to fit the ballet shoes. The breast cups were larger than her real tits and really hindered her view, so they came off temporarily before Emily finally towered like a silver and marble statue. "I should have brought a camera," she thought, "I must look fantastic!" She hesitated before lifting the dildo to her face, not really wanting it invading her mouth. "Let's do things right since I only get one shot at this." It was a very tight fit. The inside surfaces of the mask's cheeks bulged in, further tightening her mouth. "I could probably give amazing blowjobs in this, not that any guy I know would turn down a bad one," she sniggered. The thought of being further modified simply to improve her use for others' sexual needs drove her own need another notch higher. Fully fitted, Emily took short steps away from the pillar. The chain rattled noisy behind her. She figured that it was long enough to reach the throne and about half way to the next occupied pillar. For the slaves chained here, perhaps rubbing bottoms was the only human contact they got? Emily wanted the full experience; she needed to know what it was like. Reaching behind her back, she slipped her left hand into a split ball and grasped the bar across them. She had deliberately not oiled the wrist cuffs since she they obviously weren't releasable by the wearer and didn't want them to close by accident, but used her right arm to check that she could reach the unlocking latch before locking the left cuff. With a resolve she closed the mask's eyelids, plunging herself into darkness and slipped her right arm up into its cuff. Emily was so turned on right now the twanging need of her nipples and clit were like electric shocks, and she was surprised she could not hear juice squirting out of her crotch. Emily shuffled to what she assumed was the midpoint, turned and continued to back up. When the slack in the chain started to be taken up her eyes flew open behind their metal lids - the dildo was growing! She pushed back stronger and the pleasant feeling started giving way to pain as the studs continued to expand out from the dildo's shaft. It turns out that while two determined slaves could probably touch arse cheeks, there would be a price to pay. Steaming gently in her metal pressure cooker, Emily started shuffling back to the pillar. Her fantasy was in full swing. In her mind she would be punished if the Mistress (with these gags it had to be a mistress surely?) caught her toys not at their pillars, and what was that? Her footsteps! Hurry! She was almost back to her pillar when she stepped on the chain. The hobble chain snapped tight and for a moment she almost held her footing, but momentum and gravity weren't to be outdone and with a very well muffled squeal, Emily went crashing against the pillar and onto the floor. She didn't hear the clicking of the cuff and the zip of the plate ratcheting up the track. For a while Emily just lay there on her back seeing stars before the pain in her elbow and knee from hitting the pillar and ground as well as the growing ache in her shoulders and calves brought her back to reality. The pain had also evaporated her orgasm and now she just wanted out, home and a hot bath. She tried to wiggle her right hand to push herself up out but the cuff seemed awfully tight. For a dreadful moment Emily's stomach sank, her ears became hot and her mind went blank. She'd done it; she'd really done it now. She was bound in metal restraints with her arms twisted up in a reverse prayer, blind, dumb and chained to a stone pillar in a room only one person alive knew about and who also didn't know she was here. She was barely holding back the panic. Perhaps if she could get upright, maybe the cuff wasn't locked, just pushed almost closed and stiff? Perhaps she could pry it open against something? Using the pillar Emily managed to work her way up and get her legs under her in a kneeling position. Two more clicks sounded out as the shoes locked to the back of her thigh bands putting paid to her plans of moving about. Emily moved into a full panic attack, crying, thrashing and screaming as best one could when locked in immobile metal from crotch to crown. The fantasy had become dangerously real, and it was one she no-longer wanted to be playing. Morning Emily was sobbing when she was startled by Ruth exclaiming "Oh my God! Emily?" Emily tried to make noise or a gesture, but encased as she was, and with her arms so tight behind her, all she could really do was open and close her thighs a little, flashing the polished plate guarding her sex from the world and herself. Rescue! She wasn't going to die down here after all. Ruth would get her out! Ruth rushed over and grabbed Emily's strained shoulders, "are you all right, Em?" Not understanding any of the quiet gargling noises, Ruth said, "Let's get you out of this!" Emily's noises increased in urgency. Ruth was exploring the latch on the cuff plate with one hand while stroking Emily's shoulder. "It's no good, Em, the suit latch is blocked on one side by the plate the wrist cuffs are attached to, and the wrist cuff latch isn't working!" On getting no response from the stunned Emily, Ruth continued, "I'll go and check one of the other suits. Don't go anywhere." "How the hell can I go anyware?" was Emily's first angry thought, with the quick follow-ups of, "how will I ever live it down?" and "Will Ruth keep this a secret?" Their relationship was not easy since they were quite opposite backgrounds and generated some friction. Ruth came from a well off family while Emily didn't; Ruth was a neat freak while Emily couldn't keep anything tidy. Ruth also seemed over-sexed to Emily, although she was one to talk, and even made a pass at her recently which Emily clumsily deflected putting a strain on the atmosphere in the flat. Truth be told, Emily didn't really like Ruth, but the rent was decent and the flat was very nice, and Ruth's clean streak came in handy! "I examined the other suits. While the wrist plate is anywhere up to the top of the track, it can be unlatched. However, with enough force you can push it up another notch which disengages the unlocking mechanism. To unlock it then, you have to release it from inside the suit." Emily's mind reeled. "Honestly, Em, I could hardly push it up that last notch. You must have had help from someone which means you planned this. You knew I was coming here today one last time before disclosing it later today to the rest of my team as my birthday present, but this so much better!" Ruth took a shaking breath. "Wow, Em, from browsing the porn stash on your computer I knew you were a kinky little bitch, into this chastity/bondage stuff, but I never thought you'd go this far. You always seemed too homophobic and bossy to be my permanently bound helpless sex toy!" The world stopped around Emily. Permanent? "Don't worry little one, I know what you need and I'm going to love every minute!" Months Later "I keep her eyes closed whenever she's not working on me," laughed Ruth. "For her, the sun really does shine from my pussy." Kneeling between Ruth's legs Emily sighed, but it was true. Ruth had promised her that if she looked away from her pussy while permitted to see, the mask's eyelids would remain down for a week and she would be beaten once a day during the punishment period and the time period would double with each offense. After experiencing being blind and having her legs and tits caned daily for two weeks, she would look no-where else but Ruth's crotch. She could probably draw all the intricate folds and details of Ruth's slit from memory now. If she still had the use of her arms, of course. As she moved backwards and forwards driving the dildo into Ruth, she looked back over her new life. Ruth had started using her for sex at least daily. She attached straps to D-rings on Emily's head and adjusted them so that at full stretch the dildo would almost come free of her pussy. With some caning of her round arse as encouragement, Emily started moving. She was horrified to discover that the dildo was perforated and some of Ruth's juices were directed onto her tongue. From examining the other suits, Ruth had discovered some other cruel features. The waist section could be ratcheted smaller, as every panting breath Emily took could attest, and the angle of the neck piece could be adjusted. Emily had also spent many, many hours with the straps holding her mouth to Ruth's pussy, pleasuring her with her tongue which now sported an assortment of piercings. Her nipples also sported horizontal rods from Ruth's friendly piercer. Emily's eyes had of course been blanked off during the whole process, so her horror at having her very flesh violated with steel at another's whim couldn't be seen by the curious piercer. Ruth liked attaching small vibrators to her nipple piercings. At first they felt nice and they got Emily quite stimulated - Ruth definitely noticed the juices leaking out from the crotch shield - but since they never got her all that close to an orgasm they rapidly became annoying, then painful as her nipples became over sensitised. Ruth never seemed to care and would leave them on until the batteries ran out. As she worked, Ruth's foot tapped on the plate blocking her pussy reminding Emily of her inability to gain any relief from her smouldering need. Emily was constantly horny with a need that could never be fulfilled. Other feet tapped her arms and back; spike heels and toes poking her buttocks. Emily shifted a little, earning a kick from Ruth, to try to shift some of the pressure on her tormented arsehole. Ruth had recently started using an inflatable butt plug that fitted nicely with the ring of the suit's cheek spreader. Ruth told her that the goal was to stretch her hole so wide that no man would find it pleasurable to fuck her. True to her word, the plug had been gradually increased in size, and then replaced by an even bigger one with a drain. Emily now had to suffer the additional humiliation of Ruth administering enemas and controlling even that part of her life. Today Ruth had invited a number of her "alternative lifestyle" female friends over for dinner and it seemed to be going on for ever to Emily. Of course when you're under a table being dragged from pussy to pussy, time will run slowly. At least she was being used rather than miserably sitting in her personal darkness, unnoticed and chained to the foot of Ruth's bed. What more should a sex toy wish for? Tears seeped unnoticed from the corners of the mask's blank metal eyes as Emily continued her bobbing. Emily's Fantasy ----- I emailed him that I was stunned by his story. I felt like I looked in and saw myself. So many things he wrote reminded me of me. I told him that I loved all his stories, but always found myself depressed when I finished them because I wished that my sex life was like his stories. He wrote back, "I'm so sorry you get depressed after reading my stories. I think we all wish our intimate lives were better. That's probably one reason we write and read stories about sex. I wish your sex life was like my stories, too. Heck, I wish my sex life was like my stories. Send me some ideas of what you wish yours would be like, and I'll write a story just for you. It won't be the same as the real thing, but it can be your fantasy, and mine, and maybe you can find it satisfying." I sent him my fantasies and this is my story. ---------- "Take a nice, long, warm bath, Emily. Pamper yourself ... bath oil ... bath bubbles ... whatever makes you feel good about yourself. Turn off the lights and bask in the glow of your favorite scented candles. As you relax, explore your body. When you feel yourself becoming aroused, let your mind open to what you are about to experience." I entered the tub, lay back, closed my eyes, and prepared to lose myself in my fantasy. I began to fondle my breasts. As my nipples hardened, I moistened a finger with bath oil and traced circles around each. With one finger, I went from nipple to nipple. When they became fully erect, I began gently squeezing and twisting them. My other hand worked its way down my abdomen to the cleft between my legs. With my fingers, I began caressing my mound. Slipping a finger inside my outer lips, I stroked the length of my opening. I slipped in a second finger and felt the inside of my pussy moisten. I gasped and my body tensed when I found my clitoris. I could feel my pussy walls begin to tighten and a tingling sensation spread from my clitoris. "Please stop, Emily." "Oh," I moaned. "Why?" "It's time to get out of the tub and sensually towel your body." I stood up, stepped out of the bathtub, and began gently drying myself. As dried my hair with the bath towel, it lightly caressed my nipples. Jolts of sensations made them erect again. I toweled my torso and then my legs. I brought the towel to my mound and held it firmly against my pussy, enjoying its texture and pressure. I threaded the towel through my legs and drew it back and forth. Its softness stimulated the lips of my pussy. I parted my opening with two fingers and delicately patted my clit. Closing my eyes, I allowed the sensations to begin to arouse me further. "Not yet, Emily," "Oh, not again." "Yes, Emily. Go naked to your bed, lie down, close your eyes, and prepare to enter your fantasy once more." I went to my bed, closed my eyes, and lay quietly and expectantly. I let my mind free itself of ... and then ... I could sense he was there! "Yes, I'm here, Emily. Take the vibrator out of your nightstand drawer ... turn it on slow power ... touch your body." I placed the vibrating shaft on the right side of my face, and then moved it to the left. I brought it to my neck, fully enjoying the pulsations. I gradually worked down to my breasts. I pressed the vibrator softly against one nipple, then the other. I could feel my nipples stand out. Even the areoles seemed to become noticeably larger and firmer. Dampness gathered between my legs. I moved the vibrator to my swelling sex lips. I moaned, "This feels so wonderful." "More than wonderful is yet to come for you, Emily ... no more feeling depressed. Put the tip of the vibrator on your clitoris ... that's it. Find a speed that feels best to you ... close your eyes and focus all your attention on the sensations you are feeling in your pussy." As I pressed the vibrator against my clitoris, I could feel my body filling with sexual excitement, warmth spread throughout my pelvis. I stroked the vibrator from my clit, down my inner lips, and then back to my clitoris. I began to moan, my hips moving involuntarily as I pressed the vibrator more firmly against my clit. Suddenly, my body stiffened, then shuddered. A tingling sensation enveloped my clit. Shocks of what felt like an electric current coursed through my pussy, I came with a scream of pleasure. Not removing the vibrator from my clitoris, I continued until I had another orgasm so intense that I dropped the vibrator. I cried out, "Where did it go? Where did it go?" I reached out and found the vibrator. Turning it to its fullest setting, I pressed it hard again against my clit. I began to writhe with pleasure once more. I moved it up and down just inside my outer lips. I allowed it to brush against my anus, triggering a squeal of delight. I pressed it harder on my clit. Sliding it inside my inner lips, I moved it back and forth. Finding my opening, I shoved it deep inside me. The sensation startled me so much that my eyes nearly flew open. I pulled it almost completely out and pushed it in again. I pushed and pulled on the vibrator, I thrust it deep and held it there. The knobs on its base pulsated against my clit. My hips found a rhythm with the vibrator as I moved it in and out. I felt tension build, I felt pleasure build with it, until I felt my clitoris was going to explode. Suddenly, my back arched, and I came with a shout. I couldn't stop thrusting the vibrator. I couldn't stop bucking my hips. I came a third time, then a fourth. Finally, I fell back, exhausted. "Rest for now, sweet Emily. There's much more to your fantasy." ---------- I must have dozed ... then I heard a voice ... or was I still lost in my fantasy? "It's time to continue your fantasy, sweet Emily." I wondered what was coming next. What could be any more satisfying than what I had just experienced? "Gently touch your pussy ... like that ... caress it with one finger ... now the one finger just inside your lips ... move it up and down ... back and forth ... touch the sides ... focus on your feelings ... now your clitoris, sweet Emily." My hips began moving. Low murmurs were escaping my throat. "Let your body move any way that feels good, sweet Emily. Let whatever sounds you want to make pour out of your mouth." My hips began to move more rapidly. The sounds escaping my mouth were becoming more ragged and unintelligible. "Move the other hand between your legs ... open your sex lips wide ... caress them ... do you feel them continuing to swell, sweet Emily?" "Yes," I answered, barely able to say the word. "Place a finger on your opening ... slowly caress up and down ... work your finger farther inside ... can you feel your inner lips? Good ... move all of your fingers inside ... caress softly. Can you feel yourself getting wetter?" Unable to talk, I simply groaned. "Put two fingers inside your inner lips and caress from the bottom upward ... don't go too high yet." I was becoming excited. Low guttural noises were coming from mouth. My body began to tremble. "Slow down, sweet Emily. Trace one finger slowly toward the top of your inner lips. When you find your clitoris, begin moving your finger across it and around it ... yes ... up and down ... back and forth ... little circles." I teased my clitoris. Without conscious effort, my back and I almost lifted off the bed. "Keep playing with your clit, sweet Emily ... tweak it ... twist it ... do whatever you want with your other hand." I grabbed a nipple and began to squeeze and pull on it excitedly. I felt my body wracked with spasms. My brain felt like it was being flooded. Suddenly, I came. I screamed with delight. I shuddered, tremors surging through my body. Juices covered my pussy, my thighs, my hands. "Don't stop, sweet Emily ... bring yourself to another." And I did. Encouraged to continue, I experienced an orgasm, and then another, before slumping exhausted into the softness of my bed. ---------- In the afterglow of my orgasms, I was startled by the touch of fingers making circles on my abdomen "This can't be real," I thought. "Anything's possible in a fantasy, sweet Emily. Lie back and enjoy." I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to take the chance of ruining my fantasy. Soon, I felt fingers playing with my nipples. Fingers made circles, larger, then smaller. I felt my nipples being caressed and flicked. Every so often, I felt a brushing against my pubic hair and fingers toying with my abdomen and my mound, I felt a moistened a finger run over the end of one nipple, then the other. A shiver went through my body. I was shocked when a warm mouth enveloped one nipple while the other was being massaged between two fingers. At first, the sucking was gentle, then, as my nipple hardened, more forceful. The mouth moved to my other nipple and gave it the same sensuous sucking. I felt an insistent intensifying sensitivity in my pussy. I desired more. As if my thoughts were being read, I felt fingers caressing up and down my inner thighs. They worked farther upward, occasionally touching the lips of my pussy. Amazingly, I felt a tongue licking, lips kissing, and then a sucking on my abdomen. When I thought I could stand no more, the outer lips of my pussy were taken between the fingers of one hand and pressed firmly together. I could feel more fluids flowing from my pussy. Then, my lips were gently opened. Thumbs stroked my inner lips. I caught my breath. I placed the soles of my feet on the bed and spread my knees apart. As I waited expectantly, I could sense a bending over, a bending down. There was a moment of hesitation, as though the aroma of my pussy was being relished. "Your fragrance is breathtaking, sweet Emily," My outer lips were opened. The lick of a tongue sent a shudder through my body. "Keep your eyes closed, sweet Emily ... focus all your attention on the sensations." My pussy continued to be licked. I could feel my juices flowing freely. "The taste of you is so pleasant, sweet Emily." My clitoris was flicked with a tongue. It ran around my clit, then it was taken between lips. I felt it sucked deeply into a mouth. My body trembled. I arched my back and pressed my hands harder against the bed. Then, the lips were removed from my clit. I groaned in protest. "Not too quickly, sweet Emily." The tongue returned to licking my outer lips. I felt it part my inner lips and insert itself more deeply into my pussy than I thought possible. It moved in and out. It traveled to my anus, swirling around my hole. My body jerked. There was lick. The tip of a tongue pressing against my anus. I willed it to relax, and the tongue slid slightly inside. I squealed with delight. After lingering at my anus for a few moments, I felt lips and tongue working their way back toward my clitoris. It was taken again between lips. It was sucked and flicked with a tongue. Two fingers of one hand were inserted between my inner lips and inside my pussy. Another finger was moistened with my juices and gently pushed against my anus. I began breathing rapidly. My body thrashed uncontrollably. A finger slid inside my anus. I could feel warm sensations flow through my body as I neared another orgasm. Suddenly I screamed and my clitoris exploded. With lips on my clit and fingers in my openings, I came to another screeching orgasm. Unbelievably, I came a third time. Finally, barely able to talk, I gasped, "No more ... no more ... I can't take any more ... let me rest." "But we have just began, sweet Emily." ---------- I was brought back to awareness by the feel of a tongue again on my pussy lips. "I don't care if this is real or not," I thought. "I just don't want it to stop." I compelled my eyes to stay shut and basked in the touch of tongue on my pussy. It was not erotic, as though leading me toward an orgasm. It was simply licking me with soft, gentle strokes. I felt ... appreciated. Yes, that was it. It made me feel valued as a woman. It was like the most important thing in the world was to pleasure me, to make me feel, at least for these moments, that I was the center of the universe. My heart was filled with happiness and gratitude. "Ah, sweet Emily, you're back from your daydreaming. Good, for you have much more pleasure to enjoy in your fantasy." I could feel a mouth return to my pussy. A tongue slipped between my lips. I pushed my hips, forcing the tongue into my opening. The tongue twirled, then slid more deeply into my pussy. It was nearly completely withdrawn, and plunged in again. I spread my legs wider, offering full access. My clit was enveloped with lips and, with a strong sucking, drawn firmly into the mouth. "I can't believe I'm going to have another orgasm," I thought. "It's just not possible I'm still responding. I should be totally out of it by now." But a finger, then another, was pushed between my inner lips. I felt my body shake. I pressed my hips against the mouth on my clit and the fingers in my pussy. I came quickly with a shout. My body collapsed. I felt numb. I was opened once again. My pussy was brought to mouth and tongue once more. My clitoris was fingered furiously while the tongue was licking everywhere it could reach within my pussy. Overcome by another orgasm, stronger than the last, I shouted, "I'm coming again!!" I could feel fingers exploring the crack between my cheeks. I raised my legs into the air and pulled my cheeks apart. A finger found my anus. It was moistened with the fluids covering my pussy and pressed inside. I gasped and tugged at my nipples. The sucking on my pussy, the thumbing of my clit, and the plunging of a finger in and out of my anus brought me to yet another screaming orgasm. But the sensations didn't stop. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and through me. I lost track of my orgasms. Finally, I was finished, my last orgasm barely a shudder, and I slumped on the bed. ---------- I lay there an indeterminate time, my mind in a fog. I wondered, "How can this be?" "Because it's your fantasy, sweet Emily." I felt fingers stroking my hair, so gentle, so tender. I felt so happy ... so ... content ... so relaxed ... so ... comfortable ... so safe ... so ... appreciated ... and, yes, even loved. "You have such beautiful blond hair, sweet Emily." Fingers moved to my forehead, massaging soothingly. My cheekbones were stroked, then my ears. Fingers traced around my lips. My chin was cupped. "You have such a beautiful face, sweet Emily, ideally proportioned." The backs of fingers caressed my neck and then down each shoulder. "You have such sexy shoulders, sweet Emily." My breasts were fondled, a massaging of the areoles, then light touches on my nipples. "You have such well-formed breasts, sweet Emily. They are flawless. Mouths and lips crave them." I felt, not a sexual response, instead, I was filled with joy. Circles were traced on my abdomen, then lightly in my pubic hair. My pussy was covered and fingers lingered there. "You have such an exciting pussy, sweet Emily. It begs to be stimulated." I felt fingers caressing down my legs, massaging my thighs and calves. "You have such beautiful legs, sweet Emily, strong and shapely." The arches of my feet were kneaded. I was pleasantly pleased when each toe was licked, then sucked. "You have a beautiful body, sweet Emily. It is perfection personified. Your body was especially created to be shown affection, to be made love to. Your body creates a desire to give it pleasure and to find pleasure in it." I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. Me? Desirable? The object of affection? Made to receive and to give pleasure?" "I appreciate you, sweet Emily." I heard no more, aware only of a licking up, then down, each leg. I must have fainted. ----- I was brought back to awareness when I heard, "It's time for the rest of your fantasy, sweet Emily. Take the vibrator, but don't turn it on yet. Place it between your sex lips." I did. "Slowly move it up and down your pussy ... now hold it against your clitoris. Turn on the vibrator, sweet Emily." Sensations I not thought possible began to course through my body anew. I felt a finger enter my pussy. It began caressing a place just behind my pubic bone. A second finger joined the first. I could feel a slight, but not uncomfortable, burning as it enlarged. A wonderful feeling, like nothing I had ever experienced before, caused me to drop the vibrator. A feeling of happiness, of remarkable warmth, flowed from my pussy throughout my entire body. Suddenly, everything in me began to twitch convulsively. There was no center of stimulation. All of me, my whole being, my body, my heart, my soul, all were filled with ecstasy. A glow of contentment flooded though me. My body began to shake uncontrollably. I couldn't help moving my pelvis up and down. Everything seemed to explode deep inside me. I arched and shouted. I was overwhelmed with release. Slippery secretions flowed freely from my pussy. I was carried away in total abandon. I cried out ... and burst into tears. Moments passed, my sobbing subsided, then the tears were tenderly kissed from my cheeks and chin. Incredibly, I felt movement over me. He was there, with me, not just in my mind! Positioning himself between my legs, his stiff penis touched my pussy. He stroked it up and down my opening, then pressed it against my clit. I jerked at the sensation. Pushing gently, he entered the depths of my pussy and held himself there. He filled me completely. I could feel the contour of his penis as it touched my cervix and stretched the walls of my pussy. I pressed my body against his. The feel of his body next to mine sent such a feeling of pure pleasure through me that I could scarcely bear it. I heard him say, "You are loved, sweet Emily." I lost myself as he pulled almost completely out of me, then slowly entered back within me. He increased the pace of his movement. I could feel the tip of his penis pounding against the back of my pussy. My hips found his rhythm. I began to shudder. With one final thrust, he went deep and held himself there, lifting slightly and pushing the base of his penis against my clitoris. I pushed back to increase the pressure. I could feel his penis pulsate. I seized it with the walls of my pussy and squeezed. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing. My pussy and pelvis began throbbing uncontrollably. I felt incredibly sensitive everywhere. Then, the sensations sharpened and isolated around my clitoris, shocking it with electric-like jolts. Everything felt hot, my pussy continued pulsating. I squeezed his penis more forcefully. There were a few seconds of exquisite wonder, then I came with a shriek, covering myself with a wetness that literally gushed out of my pussy. At that same moment, I felt his come burst out and erupt into my pussy. He continued relentlessly driving in and out of me. I lost all sense of time, of how long we thrust at each other. I had no idea of the number of orgasms I had before I felt him come a second time. I was in a different world, a place of pure pleasure ... pure elation ... pure sex! ---------- I opened my eyes. I frantically looked around. All I could see was my vibrator beside me. All I could feel was my soaked bed sheet. I thought, "Was any of this real?" Then, I remembered the words. "Anything is possible in a fantasy, sweet Emily." Somehow, in a way, my fantasy was healing. I realize that I am beautiful, that I deserve to feel good about myself, that I deserve to be sexually satisfied. I understand the kind of woman I am, and the kind of a woman I want to become. I know how I want to be made love to and I know that I want to return lovemaking as intensely as I receive it. Exhausted, and drifting toward sleep, I barely heard, "I will always be your fantasy, sweet Emily. Remember me often and relive our moments."