Dreams and Desires

by Paul Blades

  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."

  Kelly had to agree. That's what it looked like. She would appear open and available all the time. A wave of despair passed through her. She was already open and available all the time to the man. So what difference did it make? The difference it made was that it made her feel humiliated and vulnerable. That was something the man wanted too. Something Adele clearly understood.

  Adele let Kelly back down and went to the vanity and returned with a body lotion. She knelt between Kelly's legs and began applying it to the areas she had shaved. She rubbed it in softly and slowly. Kelly had closed her eyes and covered her face again with her hands. Adele's soft hands continued to stroke her clean, bare labial lips and then roamed to the insides of her thighs and over her belly. Kelly surrendered to the caresses. She began to feel her bare cleft moistening and a faint, familiar vibration in her pussy. She had been trying to ignore the low, simmering excitement caused by the penis shaped gag in her mouth. Adele's attentions had brought it back to the fore.

  "You're so pretty, Kelly,” Adele said to her softly. “Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right. I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to make you feel good and you'll be happy."

  Adele had begun to re-concentrate her attentions to Kelly's hairless gash. Warmth spread from her loins outwards to her belly and thighs, up her torso to her breasts, around her neck and into her brain. She felt Adele's thumb rubbing her pleasure bud softly, spreading her moisture over it, rolling it gently, teasing it. She felt the younger woman's shoulders brush against her upraised thighs and then, a second later, her tongue ascend lightly the length of her nether lips, dipping slightly into her crevasse. The delicate tongue sent a wave of pleasure through her. The gesture was repeated, this time a little harder and a little deeper. Kelly gasped with passion. She lowered her hands from her face and placed them on the blond head between her thighs. She didn't know whether to push the head away or clutch it to her. Her indecision left them laying softly on the short, straw colored hair of her tormentor.

  Adele's thumb was still worrying Kelly's stiffened clitoris and Kelly moaned deeply as she felt her lust rising within her. She sucked on the leather presence in her mouth almost unconsciously, running her tongue along it, pleasuring it. The blond woman's tongue was probing deeper and deeper into her hot canal and the agile, gentle thumb was teasing her hard nubbin faster and faster. Kelly's thighs started to shudder and shake. She arched her back. She closed her thighs around the shoulders of the blond woman and wrapped her legs around her back. “Mmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!” she exclaimed, as her pussy began to throb and pulse with her orgasm. Adele was pleasuring her cunt feverishly now, driving her lust higher and higher. “Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” Kelly called out from behind her gag. Her moans echoed through the tiled room.

  When Kelly had achieved quietus from her orgasm, Adele raised her head and pulled the well pleasured woman's legs from around her. Kelly's hands languorously stroked her belly and sought out her burning pussy, which was still echoing the hard contractions of her climax. Adele caught her bound hands in hers and warned her sternly. “That's not allowed, Kelly. You're not allowed to touch yourself."

  "Not allowed to touch myself?” Kelly thought with shocked panic. “What does she mean?” She raised her hands away from her loins as if stung by a bee. They came to rest atop her breasts.

  Adele, who had not lost hold of her wrists, gently urged her hands higher. “Not your titties, either, honey. I'm sorry, that's the way Ramón wants it."

  Kelly's mind reeled with the import of the dream man's newly revealed regulations. The thought she could not touch her own body made her frantic. She felt like they were stealing it away from her a bit at a time. Suddenly, her breasts and her sex loomed in importance for her. As anyone else, Kelly spent most of her day oblivious to the existence of her sex organs. They were just a part of her, parts that obtained significance at certain moments and at certain times. Now she had been deprived of the rights of ownership of them, their existence loomed large in her mind. She wanted desperately to touch herself. Her breasts seemed to be yearning for her, her now hairless vulva craving her warm, comforting touch. Only the dream man and Adele would have access to them now. They would be free to use them, touch them, feel them, and she would not. She realized now that one of the reasons her hands had been tied, aside from the obvious ones, was so she would not make contact with her sexual parts. She recalled Friday night when she had stroked herself to pleasure, fondling her labia lovingly, cupping and squeezing her breasts. That pleasure and freedom was to be denied her. How could she bear it?

  "Come on, Kelly,” Adele said, a note of petulance in her voice. “Be a good girl and cooperate. I need to fasten your hands behind your back again. Ramón's waiting."

  The reminder of the man's presence in her living room waiting to fuck her again, worsened Kelly's agony. She could feel her body begin to lust for him the moment he was mentioned. She knew she could not oppose him and hated herself for it. Why couldn't he make her happy and carefree like Adele? Why did he want to torment her, humiliate her? How could Adele be so caring and so callous at the same time?

  Kelly looked up at her friend. There was no spite or meanness in her face, no sign of her enjoying Kelly's distress. The young blond woman placed her warm hand on Kelly's naked belly and rubbed it comfortingly. “Come on, sweetie, we're not going to hurt you. Ramón cares a lot about you and so do I,” she said. “There's a reason for all this. It's very important. Ramón needs you and you need to help him. You can't hold back anything. You have to belong to him totally. Fighting him will just make you unhappy. I'm going to take good care of you. And don't worry,” she added, smiling, raising her free hand and smoothing it gently over Kelly's plump breasts, “you'll get plenty of attention."

  The feel of her friend's hand on her breasts, breasts that were forbidden to her, made Kelly moan. From now on, she would have to depend on someone else to stroke them. They would not feel the sensation of human touch unless it was at someone else's desire. And neither would her private place below. She had a vision of herself kneeling, gagged, begging for her lord to deign to caress her aching mounds, pleading for him to place his hand on her sex, to relieve her lusts. She would not be able to speak her supplications. She would have to plead with her forlorn eyes, jut her needy orbs out at him, unable to do more than whine or moan her desperate desire.

  Adele's words were having a magical effect. Ramón needed her. It made her wet just to think it. She needed him too, more than anything she had ever needed before. The thought of shoving her friend aside and making a mad dash out the bathroom window had flashed across her mind in reaction to Adele's announcement that she had lost the right to touch herself, but immediately, the idea of separation from her lover made her ache with loneliness. She would submit. The thought of being governed like some strange prisoner, having fewer liberties than a child, made her cringe with unhappiness. She would do it, nonetheless, all for Ramón, so he would continue to need and use her. If she made him unhappy, opposed his will, he might abandon her, cast her aside for someone who would not. She couldn't imagine what the dream man's purpose was. Kelly didn't care. As long as he continued to let her near him, to feel his warm, comforting touch, the power of his mind as it stoked her lust and the hot radiance of his pleasure bringing cock, she would submit, maybe not happily, but she would submit.

  Kelly nodded her bleak acceptance of her lord's will as expressed by his pretty, female disciple. Adele pulled Kelly's hands to her belly and untied them. “Now roll over on your tummy, sweetie, so I can tie you up."

  The idea of losing the limited use of her hands, at having them again taken from her view, distressed Kelly, but, when her hands were made free, she dutifully rolled to her stomach and placed them behind her. She expected Adele to immediately begin to refasten them. There was a moment's delay and
she heard the rustling of a plastic bag. She realized Adele must have brought it in when she brought the tea. Kelly had been too lost in her reverie to have noticed.

  "I told you I had some more surprises for you,” Adele said sweetly. “You don't want those nasty ropes around your wrists, do you? I've got something much better."

  Kelly couldn't see behind her. She felt Adele wrapping something around her left wrist and buckling it closed. She tried to move her hand up to where she could see it. Adele grabbed it and kept in place. “No peekie,” she said teasingly. The younger woman then placed a similar object on Kelly's right wrist. She pulled them towards each other and clipped them together.

  "Now that's much better,” she said proudly. Kelly realized her friend had placed some kind of slave bracelets on her wrists. She had seen them for sale once online. “Mmmmmmmm!” she protested. She didn't want to be bound up like one of those women on those web sites. She tried to pull her wrists apart. These were even worse than the rope had been. At least with the rope, her wrists were crossed and they could hang loosely behind her. With these, her wrists were confined facing each other and her shoulders were pulled back tautly. She protested again, “Mmmmmmmm!"

  "Oh, stop carrying on,” Adele said. “These are much better. There's a soft lining so your wrists won't get all marked up and they won't cut off your circulation. And they're real easy to hook together. I don't think I can tie a good knot to save my life. Now I won't have to.” Kelly tried to pull the confining bracelets apart; they were locked fast together. “The guy at the store said that they're just about impossible to slide off since they fit so snugly under the hands. And your hands look so pretty pressed together like that,” Adele said by way of justification. She placed her hands on Kelly's locked ones. “Oh, and tomorrow, I'm going to do your nails. That'll make them look even prettier."