Tales of Sinderella

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The loft apartment in which Lara and Alex sat dissolved into swirling colors, as if a magician had snapped his fingers.

Lara was somewhere she had never been, in a place that resembled a futuristic dance club in an urban nowhere, the kind that lurked behind an unmarked, battered steel door.  There were quite a few people in this virtual world, dressed to thrill.  sex thrills.  Getting and receiving.

And the place wasn’t imaginary.  She really was in the future.  Lara squinted at the couple of crystal-skinned alien beings apparently getting it on in a corner.  Telling the he from the she was tough.  Which was which? The answer to her unspoken question arrived in her mind when one of the aliens looked her way.

We are us.

“Whatever you say.”  She gave the couple a friendly smile and averted her eyes.  She looked down at her legs, which seemed to be longer.  Points for her.  She was not too far from naked, in unusual underwear that she liked a lot.  Seamed, sheer black stockings attached to narrow black garters, which ran up to a severe-looking belt around her waist.  Black bra that made her breasts jut out provocatively.  It had cutouts for nipples, which were already erect.

Her shoes- well, now.  Interesting.  Never in her life had she owned a pair like this.  they were red patent leather, with thick platform soles.  No wonder her legs looked so long.  Several straps crossed her instep, pleasantly tight against her arched feet, and her red-manicured toenails gleamed under the sheer black nylon at the peekaboo toes.  Wider straps kept the shoes on at the ankle.  She clicked her heels together and heard the clink of metal.  The ankle straps had rings.

Lara felt like strutting.  Do it, her mind whispered.  A stunning woman gowned in cut-out black leather, with long gloves to match, observed her progress across the center of the shadowy room, coming up behind Lara as she took in every detail of her slutty ensemble in the mirror.

“You look good, Lara.  Does wearing things like that make you feel hot?”

An Avatar.  Someone else’s.  But she did look familiar.  What was Lara supposed to say?  Etiquette manuals didn’t cover avatars dressed like dominatrix.

“Yes,” Lara said.  “I’m Lara, by the way.  I’m, uh, new at this.”

“Novices are always welcome.  I’m Paula.  Mistress of ceremonies.”  Her red lips opened in a sensual smile.  “And disciplinarian.”

“Oh.”

The other woman was looking more and more familiar.  Lara searched her memory.  Oh yeah.  The young graduate student who’d taught a semester of college-level Human Sexuality.  Paula Something.  Whose skirts and high boots drove college studs-um, students-to distraction.  She’s been fired after the scandal broke.  Big deal.  Lara’d known at least three squeaky-clean cheerleaders who’d stripped andhooked to cover their tuition.  Paula hadn’t been charged with anything.  But…she had been using young men two at a time for her own pleasure, and a few of their wilder girlfriends.

Not surprising.  Lara remembered a few more details in the photocopies of Victorian pornography distributed in class.  Governesses whipping and being whipped, stern headmasters who did the honors and all that.  So Paula wasn’t an avatar, strictly speaking.  Lara hadn’t thought of the graduate student since those days, but it was clear that Paula’s after-class activities had stuck in her mind ever since.

And here she was, looking very appreciatively at Lara.  Fortunately, the rocongition didn’t seem to go both ways.

Alex, Lara noted, was nowhere in sight.

Paula began to run her hands over Lara’s back, paying particular attention to her ass cheeks with each downward stroke.

“Nice,” she said.  “Round and firm.  You’re going to get exactly what you want.”

“But I’m not into_”

The word chicks never left her mouth, because Paula around and captured the sound with a penetrating kiss.

Lara didn’t protest.  The pleasure of a sensual body that was a match for her own dissolved Lara’s inhibitions.  If Alex was here, he sure as hell would want to watch.

Pauly freely fondled and spread Lara’s bare buttocks, looking over Lara’s shoulder at the mirror that was now in back of her.

“I understand you like men to spank you,” she whispered into Lara’s ear.  “That can be arranged.”

“Yeah, I do,” Lara said boldly.

“Girls with hot asses need it.”

Lara returned Paula’s second kiss, making up for lost time.  the other woman’s hands moved to her breast, tugging at the nipples that the retro-style bra revealed.

“Girls with hot nipples need to have them clamped.”

Lara was ready.  Bring in to.

Paula stepped away an  d signaled a really built guy to come over.  Without a word, he swept Lara up in his arms and brought her over to a table, laying her on her back.

“Spread your legs,” Paula said.

Lara lifted her legs and spread them wide, stoking the skin on the inside of her thighs.

The man attached the rings of the straps of her shoes to thick straps that hung from a pole above the table. 

OK.  She was fine with that.  It felt nice to be passive.  He pushed her legs as far apart as they went and stared hungrily at her pussy.

Lara could feel her pussy pulsate and swell.  If she touched it, she knew how juicy it would be.  But she didn’t want to.  She stretched her arms over her head a d someone she didn’t see got her wrists in leather cuffs and clipped them where she’s stretched to.  She was fine with that too.  Spread wide for anyone to see.  The object of desire.

“Shave her,” Paula said.  “Get that pussy naked.”

Lara didn’t mind.  Her last bikini wax had been done by a novice and a close shave would feel good.  She looked up, noticing for the first time the mirror over that table.  She watched as her male attendant squirted sweet-smelling lather into his hand and spread it over her mound.  He pushed her legs just a little further apart.

The tension was sensual.  He wielded the razor with speed and care, but he laid a hot towel over her crotch before she could see the results.  Paula flicked off the towel.

“Look at yourself, Lara.  Bound, hand and foot.  your naked little pussy freshly shaved.  It looks so defenseless.  So tender.  So pink.”

Lara arched her back when the man how had done the honors thrust his tongue deeplty between her legs.  It was so long it filled her up.  He pulled up a little and nipped at the sensitive part of her labia.

Lara raised her hips to get more.  The man pulled on the straps that were clipped to the rings on her shoes, and lifted her bottom in the air.  He pushed the pole back so that her ass was even more on display.

Dreamily, Lara let herself sway, halfway in the air.  Her shoulders and head still rested on the table.  She was incredibly aroused by her vulnerability, craving bare-bottom discipline in restraints.

The man rubbed cream into her behind.

“You think about this all the time, don’t you?” he asked.

“You’d let a good-looking stranger do this to you without even knowing his name, no questions asked.  He’s look at you on the street and you’d go with him.”

Not in real life.  But in my head, yes.

“That’s where you are right now, Lara.  In your head.  But this is going to feel very real.”

His strong hands squeezed her creamed ass cheeks.  He held them while his long tongue penetrated her pussy repeatedly.

“She can’t come,” Paula said.  “Someone else has reserved that.”

eyes half closed, Lara saw that the men now encircled the table.  They were watching her getting eaten out by this stud, they would watch her get spanked.

Her main man straightened up and wiped his mouth.  “Hot bitch.  Wish it was me who could.”

“Give her what she came here for,” was all Paula said.

Lara closed her eyes.  Strong hands connected, curving for stinking slaps.  Strapped up, she couldn’t avoid them and she didn’t want to.  But the strong sensation made her writhe with pleasure.

The straps that held her wrists and ankles had some give to them.  She made the most of it.

Her skin heated and the sensation of the spanking grew more intense.  Each hard slap was more erotic than the one before.  If it was possible to come from being spanked, she wanted to…oh, how she wanted to….

A word from Paula made the man stop.  Lara felt herself being lowered on the table again.  There was a soft cushion in place for her spanked behind, comforting and soothing her.  She bounced a little on it-it felt almost like bouncing on someone else’s warm, naked ass.  She was almost dizzy with sexual excitement, a powerful orgasm that seemed to be moments away filling her consciousness.

The straps attached to her ankle rings were lengthened so that she could bend her knees and relax.  She ran her hands over her stockinged legs, folding them.  Paula didn’t waste a minute before thrusting a thoroughly lubed, gloved finger into Lara’s anus.  The puckered hole tensed with surprise, but the lube eased the way for Paula’s probing. 

Lara blushed. Fucked in the ass by a woman and loving it.  The soft, expensive glove leather on Paula’s knuckles felt so good on Lara’s behind.  Bumping.  Pumping.  Getting done anally in this position was incredibly exciting.  A little ashamed of her wanton craving to take what she was given, she moaned all the same, begging for more from her mistress.  Unreal.  She could feel deep pleasure, so much so, in her asshole and in her pussy simultaneously.

“You still can’t come.  Just enjoy.  You like it deep in your ass, don’t you?  Hold you thighs.  Look up and watch yourself being banged in the ass.  Finger and fist.  Woman to woman.”

Lara submitted, hiding her face against her knees.  The man clipped her ankles together but kept them low so Paula could give maximum penetration.  Lara felt Paula run a hand through her hair and pull her hair up, forcing her to watch in the mirror above the table.  It was a sensation of not being able to come that was the most painful.  Not what Paula was doing.

The man began to suck on Lara’s erect nipples as Paula slowed down, then stopped her attention to Lara’s asshole.  She stripped off the dirty glove and threw it away, using her bare hand to touch and play with Lara’s clitoris, squeezed between her shaved labia.

“So hot,” Paula murmured.  “Time to cool off.”

One of the watching men handed her a slender piece of ice.  Lara felt cool drops of water on her engorged clit before Paula began rubbing it, first on one side and ten the other, blowing it.  Then she slipped the ice into Lara’s pussy.

Going to extremes felt so good.  Experiencing tenderness ans it’s opposite measure of pain.  On fire with sexual heat, brought to her senses-barely-by the coolness of the ice.  Lara moaned and moaned and felt her pussy squeeze.  The slender pole of ice slid out and Paula caught it, putting it to Lara’s lips.

“Lick it.  Taste yourself.”

Lara obediently licked it clean.  Then Paula touched it to her nipples, holding it there just long enough for a flash of deep stimulation to hit Lara’s pussy.  In this weird world, everything was connected.  One sensation became another.

She dimly remembered Alex, but that she was playing a game no longer seemed possible.  The strong sensations overpowered her.

But suddenly she wanted him.  Only him.  Not all this.

And he appeared.  The other men around the table stepped back and vanished as he strode forward and looked down at her.

He nodded at Paula and took over for her.  The dominatrix shimmered and melted away as Alex looked Lara over.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.  “Shaved and sweet.  They prepared you for me.”

“Alex,” she whispered.  “I almost came.”

“That’s for me.”

“I know.”

In my fantasy, I would promise you to the finest dinner your exotic tastes could ask for. No, not the hippest place in town, I was thinking more of a moonlit picnic. There would be a blanket on the ground, a huge assortment of pillows, an open field around us, and not a soul in sight. Can you see the fireflies dancing on the water? There is a light nocturnal breeze and the starlight to bounce off your skin. There is a fine line between the ethereal and the sensual. I hand you a drink, and a stirring conversation begins. I find a comfortable place amongst the pillows, spread my legs, and invite you to use me as your backrest. My arms fit perfectly around you, and my lips fall against your ear as I whisper, “You look ravishing this evening.” Even in the dark, I can tell you are blushing. As you turn your head towards me, I can see you have a demure smile. “Go ahead and eat, dear, you’ll need your strength.” As you enjoy the dinner I’ve prepared, I nibble on the base of your neck. I trace the muscles with my tongue, nip at the ligaments. Your head falls back into the crook of my shoulder, exposing the soft flesh of your throat. One hand is softly caressing your hair; the other entwined with your fingers, where you are leading me near the place you want me to touch most. I hear a moan in the air and I’m not sure if it was you or me. Your skin is so sensitive to my touch, I can feel the hair on your arms trying to reach out to touch me. I’m no longer satisfied with just your neck, and become a little beastly as I rip the shoulder straps of your dress apart. It doesn’t fall off, just exposes your back to my fingers and lips. I can taste the salty sheen of sweat on your shoulders and must now possess your mouth. I stand, and reach out a hand for you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such beauty in one place. I can’t help but to kiss your palm. Your eyes twinkle with a knowing mischief, and a slow smile spreads across your lips. I raise my hand to cradle your cheek. My thumb traces the contours of your face, landing, finally, on your lips. That slight upturn at the edge of your mouth has been driving me crazy all night. I lean towards you, lips slightly parted, and hear you take another sharp inhale. The sound travels down my spine, my stomach does a painfully sweet roll, and I feel an explosion fan out to all my nerve endings. I must taste your lips. I try to be gentle as your soft lips part to receive mine. My physical reaction is almost too much to handle. I can taste your drink on your breath, as my lips explore your own. You press your body against mine, molding our bodies as one, crevice to crevice. I can to longer control my passion. I pull you closer and our tongues connect. Another moan escapes, but from whom? A whirlwind of desire, hands wander, teeth nip, lips wet, tongues dancing in harmony. I must get closer to you! I begin to tug on the already ripped dress, trying not to do more damage. I don’t stop until you are completely bare before me. As I press my clothed body against your nakedness, I can feel the heat that your skin is giving off. I can hear my blood rushing through my body. Still not close enough. I let out a primordial grunt of passion as I lift you off your feet and carry you to the middle of the pillows and gently setting you down. I stand above you and slowly strip my clothing away. The need for skin on skin contact is so strong, it’s painful. But I slow myself down. I hear a soft whine, followed by a deep moan. I forget about the show and move to be next to you, allowing our skin to make contact, inch by inch. Your touch makes me drunk with pleasure and I finally am ready to make my confession. I pull away, breathless, and your eyes search mine. You flash that slow sexy smile. “Please, I must taste every inch of you.” Now my heart only beats to make you moan.