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A Primitive Hope
by Mejau71 (address withheld)
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A tale of a true life transformation. Self discovery
and sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet
erotic world of bodybuilding. (MF, FF, inc, body-image)
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"Miss Wilson has asked for you to come with me." Said
Fiona.
"You know Cindi?" I asked in dire hope. "Where is she?"
I replied, knowing full well I wasn't about to go off
with some behemoth stranger.
Fiona reached between her ample cleavage, bringing out
a small note that she handed to me. Taking it, I opened
it up to see a very familiar style of handwriting. It
was Cindi's.
"My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take
you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love.
Trust it... Love, Cindi." Read the small note.
Looking up, my eyes filled themselves with the
astonishing image of this incredible woman. Her arms
were so colossal that they bowed, hanging from her
side. Breasts that were so inviting and full, bursting
over the top of her ivory tinged dress. Small slivers
of her spaghetti straps seemed to scantily grasp the
dress that outlined her brawny frame. I was either
going to be appalled by this creature, or thoughtfully
aroused by what she could perhaps do to me.
"Okay." I uttered under my breath.
A warm smile came across her rigid face. I found myself
profoundly intoxicated by her look and stature.
"Miss Wilson deeply cares for you, Miss Sanders." Said
Fiona. "You have nothing to fear with me. I hope you
realize that."
I tipped my head to the side, casting her a telling
smile. My flirtatious side was obviously surfacing,
which I hoped she could pick up on. My smile was met
with a vivid look of acceptance and willingness. If
there was any moment in my life where I wanted nothing
more than raw untamed sex, now was that time. I had
never imagined myself making love to such a woman until
now. And it took my breath away.
Fiona informed me that my room was no longer needed,
and promptly offered to take my bags. Watching her move
inside, my gaze was rooted to her invigorating
appearance. When I suggested to help, she politely
refused as she easily lifted my two suitcases. I knew
they were heavy since I had to have the Bellhop help me
with them up to the room, but the way Fiona carried
them was simply refreshing to watch.
Her skillful stride was graceful, yet determined as we
left the room, and made our way down the hallway. Once
downstairs at the main lobby, Fiona motioned for me to
join her at the front desk, where she promptly paid for
my room with cash, requesting that the clerk reimburse
my credit card in full. I interrupted in haste...
"You're not here to spend money. You're here to grow."
She whispered as she raised her left hand, cupping my
jaw with a gentle fingertip.
Her mere touch dissolved my essence in front of the
entire Hotel staff... I know Fiona must have heard me
sigh because she hinted yet another wooing grin... I
was simply taken by this unusual, yet exceedingly
radiant woman whose only goal (it seemed) was to care
for me in every manner known. Her bald head... those
ripe muscles... her broad and mighty chest.
Outside, Fiona had a limousine waiting for our arrival.
The driver quickly took my bags from Fiona as she
opened the door for me. Wow! I hadn't felt this
pampered in years. This was going to be very nice. As I
moved to get in, I could notice all the people around
us look at Fiona, and her incredible frame. What an
erotic pairing we both would make strong powerful flesh
against soft, motherly skin... Oh my...
Fiona sat across from me on the way out of the casino.
She simply ordered the driver "home" as we left,
driving under the dazzling lights of Las Vegas. Fiona
poured me a towering glass of champagne, handing it to
me with the finesse of a true lady. Accepting her drink
with a coy smile, she leaned back in her seat to look
at me fully.
"Miss Wilson says that you and she used to work out
together." Fiona said as she poured herself a drink
too.
"Yes." I said, sipping the rich champagne. "We loved
it."
With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper; "So do I."
With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got
comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman...
this divine figure of grace and power.
"I can tell," I replied in burgeoning fondness. "You're
so... so beautiful."
"Thank you, Miss Sanders." She replied, taking a
lengthy sip from her glass.
"Oh, please call me Kristen." I said, still throwing
her as many signals as I could.
God, I wanted this woman. I wanted her to ravage me
with those ferocious arms. If this was to be our mating
charade, I was all for it. But what on Earth was Cindi
thinking by sending this sumptuous savage to my door?
Was Fiona her lover? Her bodyguard? I just had to know,
yet didn't want to ruin this rare opportunity to bed
this divine female. For being heterosexual all of my
life, I felt as if I was falling right into the
lifestyle of a true lesbian... a voracious woman in
need of a touch from a similar individual.
Our journey soon had us out beyond the city, and into
the darkness of the surrounding desert. I had already
drank three glasses of Fiona's extravagant champagne,
and was asking for another. I wasn't paying much
attention to my surroundings since the obscurity didn't
reveal much of anything around me.
All I could do was gawk at Fiona's smooth bare legs in
front of me... those agile muscles begging for a
suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my
moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating
liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a
serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip
was fully justified in every notion.
Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the
limousine's interior, my instincts yearning to cradle
that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel
those strong inviting arms surround my frame. It was
all I could take. I lunged for her lips with my own,
colliding against hers in breathless desire. I
shuddered in fantastic rhapsody knowing I was kissing
this irresistible woman. Yet for all of her training
and obvious weight lifting, Fiona's lips held the most
tactile sensuality. The delicate texture softening as
our saliva coupled together in boiling charm. And her
balmy fragrance permeating my nostrils... It was beyond
anything that I had expected.
My hands reached behind her, grasping that smooth skull
I found so attractive... feeling it's sleek texture
beneath my sweaty palms as our tongues merged in
complete unity and eagerness. Her manly sigh only
fueled my efforts as our arms cloaked each other in
undisciplined fervor. My lips broke their hold, gulping
down my anxiety as her fearless limbs swaddled the
small of my back. I buckled, she tightened.
I didn't know it, but we had arrived at her home just
as soon as the kiss started. Fiona unwillingly
concluded the kiss as I tried to continue it. Shaking
her head no, she lovingly grasped her hand in mine as
she opened the limousine door. I understood that we had
to come back down to Earth so we could unload, and go
inside.
And as I stood out, I saw that we were already inside a
spacious garage. An entire fleet of rare and antique
cars were all perfectly aligned, brilliant in their
cleanliness. The driver rushed around to get my baggage
as Fiona clutched my hand in hers. Not a word was
spoken as we made our way to a nearby elevator, this
was very odd indeed. My mind naturally questioned where
we were at, yet the words Cindi wrote to me soothed any
fears. 'Trust it.' So I did.
The elevator lowered us down for what seemed an
eternity. Looking at the control panel, I was amazed to
see over two dozen levels within this complex. If this
was some sort of a seduction, then I was certainly not
going to voice any concerns whatsoever. Yet I felt safe
standing beside Fiona's protective posture. It just
felt right to trust her.
The doors hissed open as Fiona led me to a nearby
bedroom, which was vast and quite impressive. The only
sound that could be heard was a low humm, obviously
some type of air or power unit. But inside the room,
there were dozens of candles that illuminated it's cozy
atmosphere. The walls were decorated in some type of
ancient Asian motif which I had never seen before.
Setting my bags beside the huge bed, Fiona turned to
face me at long last.
"I hope you find this to your liking, Ma'am." She
quietly voiced.
"It's very nice. Thank you." I replied, unsure if she
was going to join me.
Closing the distance between us, Fiona lifted her arms
to caress my flushed face.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back down later."
She whispered as a kiss drifted between our deprived
lips.
I knew she didn't want to leave, but sensed that she
was following some other agenda that was not of her
devise. Leaning in to embrace her, she reluctantly
stepped away, and walked out my bedroom door. Gazing at
her defined hips as she sauntered out, my heart swam in
the soothing waters of luxurious exultation. God I
hoped she would come back, and soon.
Unpacking my belongings, I started to become familiar
with my new surroundings. With no television or phone,
I began to wonder about. In an adjacent room, I found
the washroom to be a spacious chamber that smelled of
lovely native scents. It exuded a woodland aroma with
fresh exotic flowers placed all around. The bathtub was
utterly huge. It must have been the size of a small
backyard pool. The pool let off a slow steam from it's
surface with a bright shimmering light cast from it's
depths.
"This is a nice switch." I thought to myself as I
remembered my modest, cramped apartment back in
Chicago.
I knelt beside the inviting waters of the bath, putting
my hand in to see if it was warm enough for a bath.
Indeed it was, and I was quickly back in my room to
shed my clothes. It felt wonderful to be fully nude in
this exotic setting. It was almost like a jungle inside
the washroom.
Extensive foliage that covered the walls from side to
side, numerous torches that were anchored to the walls
to give off enough light to see. I felt like so out of
place being here, yet there was something so pleasant
about this. I relaxed all of my misgivings, and slowly
stepped into the warm pool. A long sigh followed as I
eased below the surface.
Oh, this was by far much more luxurious than any hotel
room. Stretching my arms out, I sank into the pool
until I was fully submerged. My long mane of styled
hair lost it's form as I swam through the lagoon.
Rising up for air, I bellowed out my complete euphoria
as my entire frame relished the infinite sensations my
body was feeling. I felt alive again... pure... whole.
"I see you found your bath," said a familiar voice from
afar.
Looking over my drenched shoulder, my eyes noticed
Fiona standing there at the edge of the lagoon, now
dressed in a sleek robe that hung from her powerful
frame. The thin fabric held a deep blue, polished
texture, accenting every bulging muscle she possessed.
Her arms reached up to slide off the elegant kimono.
Crippled in awe, I watched as this woman's fully nude
body was tediously unveiled.
Gliding beyond those annular shoulders, down further
along the fertile knolls of her bosom, along that
ripped abdomen I so wanted to feel against my own...
The fabric fell to her ankles as she stepped into the
water. I couldn't move. I stood still as I watched this
mammoth creature ease into the lagoon with me. I felt
as if I were a meek animal in the wild... a creature
just like her, plucked from it's habitat to mate with
her in the most ferine manner known.
Her arms extended outward, allowing the surface of the
waters to graze her palms... Her primitive appearance
enthralled me so... no eye brows, no hair at all on
that unimaginable frame. Nothing but skin... soft, yet
commanding flesh that was coming closer and closer. Her
gaze was latched to mine as the sounds of rippling
water was the only timbre that could be noticed. I
turned to meet her as our bodies came within inches of
one another. Her gaze held a measureless intensity to
it... a simple, yet rigorous expression of need.
My eyes fell to her breasts, and to her robust
forelimbs. My hands extended out to place themselves
upon her wrists, fluttering higher along their athletic
form... I had to feel those muscles for myself... to
appreciate this majestic woman whom held my every
breath. I couldn't believe how fabulous those muscles
felt beneath my fingertips. Her eyes fell shut as my
scrutiny proceeded ever so slowly.
Her languid breath fell warmed my forehead as my hands
reached the colossal boulders atop her arms. There
wasn't an ounce of soft flesh anywhere on her body,
except for those lips that I so longed to suckle from.
My arms lifted higher so my hands could roam down her
rigid back... our foreheads pressed together as I
inadvertently committed her physique to memory.
My touch soon caressed the thickness of her backside,
clutching each stiff globe of her rugged ass. She soon
surrendered to the painstaking exploration I found
myself basking in by taking my womanly frame in her own
mighty grip. Her fingers crept along my wide hips, only
to clasp them as she spryly brought me into her
embrace. I let out a bellowing gasp as I felt her
breasts press against my own... Thrusting my neck back,
she sank her teeth into my bare neck.
"Oh my God!" I shouted as her tongue thrashed violently
against my skin.
A series of low moans came from her lungs as her arms
easily wrapped around my waist, hoisting me from the
water. Her bald head buried itself between my dripping
breasts... mouth agape as she inhaled as much breast
flesh as possible into her famished mouth. I lovingly
cradled her smooth head as I felt her entire frame
press against me. My mind was inundated with boundless
thoughts and images of our sumptuous union. How I would
love to be an observer right now... to witness the
erotic contrast of our bodies... a mighty beast matched
against a buxom woman.
Fiona carried me to the steps of the lagoon as she
lifted me from the water. Both arms carried me as a man
would his woman on their wedding night... One arm
tucked beneath my thighs, while the other held my
back... Yet this wasn't anything close to that
uninspiring notion. We were both solely focused on one
thing... My hands relaxed behind her bulky neck as my
drenched mane of hair spread out along her rugged,
glimmering chest.
I could hear the downpour of the water falling from our
bodies as Fiona effortlessly sustained my body,
carrying me into my bedroom. I lifted my head to gaze
into those turquoise eyes... completely vanquished in
this Sapphic seduction. She took notice of my stare as
a loving smile ensued. I was twisted downward onto the
bed as her mouth met mine in a sizzling kiss... Now on
my back, Fiona came to rest atop me as her massive arms
supported her weight.
Our lips were anchored together as her tongue zestfully
filled my mouth. The mere power this woman had over me
left me helpless in her wake. Still soaked from our
bath, I clutched her cumbersome shoulders as our kiss
became one of the deepest, soulful kisses I have ever
confronted. There was simply no turning back now. Fiona
could do whatever she wanted with me, and I was going
to be her willing harlot.
The hunger between us was unquenchable. No words were
uttered in the hours that followed... Fiona and I
united together in the most impeccable way two women
could. Every action she bestowed upon my ravaged body
convinced me beyond any doubt that I was forever a
lesbian, a woman whose destiny had been fulfilled...
completed. No other man could ever hope to bring me the
joy and rapture that Fiona blessed me with that night.
Yet every deed she awarded me with caused me to match
her intensity twice fold.
For the first time in my life, I finally tasted the
essence of another woman... to see this tremendous body
of muscle yield to my loving tongue made me delirious
with fervor. Tasting the moist folds of her essence,
only to find her clitoris crystallized my irrefutable
fate. Even though this was my first real encounter with
a woman, I knew just as she did what to do and where to
touch. It's a language that only two women truly
understand. A secret doctrine that once discovered,
leads to eternal brilliance.
I watched as her body teetered on the breathless cusp
of orgasm... her savage behavior inspiring my tongue to
suckle more. Muscular thighs pressed against my face,
hands entwined together as she rocked back and forth
between delirium and orgasm. The loud, raspy resonance
of her bold gasps, thin layers of perspiration now made
her body shine in felicity. She looked as if she were
some Greek Goddess perched upon her altar of authority
-- completely helpless to the dedicated tenderness of
another female. It was then my inner most compulsions
surfaced, and she was about to partake in this
forbidden feast.
Clutching those strapping legs, I motioned her over on
her stomach. Still winded, she grasped the satin sheets
in her mighty grip as my hands roamed across the
sculpted globes of her ass. Rigid with muscle, yet
still preserving their spherical form, my palms kneaded
her flesh with the finesse it so rightfully deserved. I
once saw this taboo deed in a porn long ago, and had
since grown to be astonished by it's sensual
significance. Looking down at each moist globe, my
mouth fell upon her right cheek.
Opening my mouth as wide as it could go, I splayed my
tongue flat upon the flesh, hungrily lapping every inch
of that ass. She could hear my frantic groans of
necessity as I traced the sturdy tiers of her muscles
with my flat tongue. My saliva dribbled out, lathering
the ass flesh like a gaunt savage with it's first real
feast. My fingernails dug into the skin, raking across
her rounded contours ever so wickedly. My hot breath
cascaded upon the quivering skin as Fiona violently
thrust her fist into the bed.
Looking up between her elevated cheeks, I saw her head
swaying in the bliss of my anal assault. With my left
hand, I reached up to her back and dug my long
fingernails into the bronzed flesh, as if they were
claws. Descending to her ass, scraping the skin as my
mouth sank deep between the delicious cleavage of her
ass. My lustful moans now were muffled between her
cheeks as my tongue deluged the entire length of her
crevice. I could tell that no tongue had ever given her
this wondrous sensation, the look on her face said it
all as she turned around to look at my face completely
drowned in ass flesh.
Our eyes shared a telling gaze of affirmation as my
tongue circled her fragile orifice... Her mouth made an
O shape as did my lips, now fully sealed to her
asshole... My hands calmly rested upon both cheeks as I
glazed her opening with my soggy saliva... marinating
it for the forthcoming puncturing of her ass. Her
entire back tightened as my tongue begged for her
acceptance.
Short winded, Fiona eased her hesitation and felt the
spicy warmth of my tongue gain it's entry... Drawing in
a long wailing breath, Fiona collapsed as her head fell
to the pillow as her tart warmth enveloped my tongue.
If Cindi could only see me now... If my Mother only
knew what I was doing at this moment.
All of the training and bodybuilding Fiona put herself
through still couldn't tone up the muscles of her
bowels, which was now being delicately swabbed by my
frantic tongue. I was lost in the moment, focused on
nothing but her, and my immersed tongue. She was so
warm inside, so tantalizing. I couldn't believe that my
tongue was lodged deep inside a woman's ass and I was
loving every fleeting second of it. My fingers
stretched her cheeks apart for a vulgar thrust. I felt
her sphincter grip my tongue, yet that didn't hinder my
quest for this ultimate haven of nourishment and
wonder.
Fiona cried out, I stabbed her again... she bucked, I
clutched... we were learning our skills together as
one. I wanted so much more of this... to be consumed by
her whole... I would have put my entire body inside her
ass if I could have, that's how deep our affinity was
swelling. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest
of my life making love to this creature of muscle and
flesh.
My head hung low as my body felt a sudden, friendly
warmth encircle my womb. Hot scalding breath pacified
my groin as Cindi hungrily sealed her mouth upon me. I
briskly jerked, realizing how sensitive I was down
there without any pubic hair to absorb the swift,
loving actions. I could feel the strength in her tongue
as it carefully traveled along the folds of drenched
vagina.
I screamed my delight aloud when she unearthed my
hidden, yet eager pearl. Since my sight had been
hooded, millions of tiny bursts of light came over the
darkness as my entire body focused it's energy on my
simmering womb. No one had ever brought me to the early
stages of orgasm so quickly; another convincing
indication that this indeed was right... pure.
My wide hips were clutched in Cindi's grip as her
dedication flourished with each thrust of her tongue.
She must have inhaled my clit into her mouth because it
completely robbed my entire body of any remaining
resistance. All I could feel was the weighty mass of
steel dangling from my head and quick, rapid jolts of
my body as Cindi skillfully guided me to impeccable and
utter delight. I began panting out loud, trying to be
as boisterous as I could so that all could hear the
pleasure I was feeling.
I wanted to proclaim to all that this moment (and this
woman) was mine for all of eternity. Each scream
inspired Cindi to trounce her tongue across my clit...
each gasp sustained her feast... My body that has
dangling in mid air now swayed, only to be held in
place by the sheer power of Cindi's grasp. My head fell
back as the cold steel chains now lay upon my face...
this shocking, bold new experience was all that I could
have ever hoped for. Why did I waste all those years
with a man when I could have had this? No time for
questions... I was about to cum, and hard.
My wails of rhapsody were shouted against the muffling
links of steel... I tried saying her name over and
over, yet now my flesh was dealing with the violent
tremors that held me hostage. My groin thrashed about
as I felt Cindi's assertive fingernails dig into me...
there was so much hope between us at this moment.
I knew it and each loving gesture Cindi bestowed upon
me sent me closer and closer to a nirvana never before
experienced. She must have had her entire mouth over my
pussy... there was no way anyone could ever do this to
me. With my arms still bound above me, my involuntary
muscles lifted me up in towering ecstasy as wave after
wave washed over me... I was now crippled in undying
devotion from this creature.
"Cindi, oh my gawd what are you... what are you doing?"
I tried to voice, realizing that I probably wasn't
making much sense.
I felt the gentle reverberations of her low, voracious
moans resonate throughout my swollen pussy. There is
nothing quite like feeling a woman's moans within your
most sacred and tender region. I knew she was loving
every fleeting moment of this incredible act of
unconditional love.
I responded by lifting my legs up, and wrapping them
around Cindi's head, resting upon the foundation of her
shoulders. I easily held her in place as my actions
only encouraged a deeper swabbing of my fertile womb. I
felt her head gyrate side to side, sliding her moist
lips between and under the folds of my pussy...
whimpering in bliss with each stride. My ankles rested
on her back now, tightening my lock... Another flash of
light came out of nowhere. I shot up again, she lunged,
I begged, she replied twice fold.
"Cindi gawd! Y-you... have me..." I tried to declare.
I was met with a soft wet tongue moving down my pussy,
now focusing it's efforts on the scanty area of skin
between my pussy and asshole... together, we discovered
just how susceptible I was there. Slow gentle hearted
strokes of her tongue greeted my flesh as I felt her
soothing tongue revolve around my asshole.
I shrieked at the top of my lungs; aghast yet delighted
to feel this beautiful sensation now upon me. God, her
tongue was so carefully slow and attentive. I had no
clue how she was positioned for this feast, but it was
unthinkable how she must have been. Throughout the
flurry of images and feelings dancing throughout my
mind, I could see me doing the exact same thing to
Fiona the night before... just the mere act of having
her tongue perform anal intercourse with me was mind
boggling in it's concept.
Loud and erratic gasps followed as I attempted to
structure a sentence; "Oh, you're... you're tongue
fucking me! My ass! In my ass!"
My bowels savored that warm slithering piece of flesh
that eased inside me as I tried to relax my muscles...
I wanted her inside me, no matter where it was. To have
someone you care so much for actually inside you holds
a powerful meaning for us females.
It is a expression of so much truth, and carries vast
significance and the deeper her tongue went, the
further I fell for her. I then felt her palms grasp
each globe of my full, ripe ass... kneading the thick
knolls together as she swam her tongue inside my ass. I
simply couldn't believe that this could feel so good.
My cheeks were aggressively massaged, and with each
gesture of her hands, an equal and generous 'stab' of
her tongue was felt inside. I then tightened my
sphincter muscles to see what she would do... 'milking'
her tongue in a way. I glowed with rapport as I heard a
inaudible moan of approval emerge amidst my full ass.
It was simply divine.
Cindi robbed me of all possible hints or thoughts of
ever returning to a life of heterosexuality. How could
one ever rightfully decide to do so after such
incredible acts of love are bestowed upon them? To me,
there was no choice, except that of just her, and only
her.
She annihilated all the pain and suffering that
poisoned my heart for so long... and hanging there like
a gutted animal felt absolutely wonderful. It was just
the right prescription needed for a complete recovery.
After slipping her tongue out from within my enchanted
rectum, Cindi stood before me and lifted the veil of
chains from my face.
My mouth was swiftly pressed against hers for an
arresting soulful kiss to seal our act of unconditional
love. Between her lips and tongue, I could taste the
fruits of her labor... my ass. It was just as if I had
tongued Fiona's backside, purified with the sacred
aroma of sex and ass juices. It was distastefully
erotic.
I was soon set free, and now had ample opportunity to
settle my score with Cindi. Up above I noticed a large
oil funnel that dangled down into the pit with a gentle
nudge, I motioned Cindi beneath the funnel, and clasped
the valve together as a flood of automotive oil flowed
downward along her beautiful body. The shiny lubricant
cascaded across her chest and arms in seconds, and soon
her abdomen and legs gleamed in the radiant oil. My
hands quickly rubbed the lotion into her gradient skin,
taking my time in the erotic texture and feel of oil
against flesh.
Somewhat odd I agree, but I tossed aside all that I had
ever known or thought about lovemaking. Instead, I
embraced all that was possible using whatever I could
to show this woman my love and fascination for her. Her
powerful body glistened beneath the single bulb of
light that barely illuminated the dark pit. My flesh
soon fell into her arms as we hungrily made out with
each other for what must have been hours. We both
cupped our hands beneath the funnel, and poured
generous amounts of oil across our bald heads... down
our backs, across our asses and thighs. The raw,
untamed aroma of automotive oil gave our lovemaking a
unique twist indeed. Cindi was a machine... refined and
made whole since our days of adolescence. Perhaps I was
to be the lubricant she needed to smooth out her own
life, perhaps...
I can't remember how long we spent together in that
grease pit, but we ended up embraced on the hard
concrete floor in one another's arms. We both fell
asleep in the comfort of our nearness... But before my
mind fell asleep, I gently lifted my bald head to gaze
into her wondrous eyes once more.
"I love you, Cindi. I always have," I whispered.
Cindi's convictions held me firm.
"I've loved you ever since I can remember," she
replied. "I always wondered what ever happened to you
since we graduated. Now..."
I smiled in such tender bliss, peacefully whispering,
"Now."
Our lips meshed together a second time, reassuring
ourselves that this affair was honestly true. A
lifelong love denied and neglected, yet now falling
victim to the assertive grasp of destiny. As her mouth
engulfed mine, I knew then Cindi and I were going to be
together for a very long time indeed. Our pasts were of
little concern to us now, for we were acting as one.
There were to be no questions or doubts, no hesitation,
nor any reluctance on any of our parts.
My head came to rest upon Cindi's brawny chest,
silently slipping away to a peaceful sleep tucked
beneath the protective hold of my lover's cover. My
restored soul soared high in the Heavens of tranquility
as I listened to Cindi's mellow heartbeat. The
comforting vibration validated my thoughts as my life
eased into a realm of new and intriguing promise. Cindi
was to be mine for all eternity.
We awoke sometime the next day, beginning the dawn of
our love affair with a gentle kiss. We made our way
from the grease pit into a spacious, dimly lit bathing
area that was far different from my own private bath.
The room consisted of decorative marble and ivory
sculptures of large, voluptuous women that resembled an
exotic, ancient Greek setting. Once inside, Cindi
instructed me to wait as she slid into the deep waters
of the steam bath where two younger looking girls
intuitively came from side doors to bath her. My guess
was they were in their early to mid twenties.
The youthful ladies were silent, yet attentive as they
slid out of the vestiges of their scantly clad, ancient
looking fabric. Cindi stood in the middle of the bath,
staring aimlessly ahead as the two girls tediously
began their intimate, yet thorough purification of
their champion. The girls were your typical looking
women, not sculpted or bald like Cindi or Fiona was.
This clued me in that perhaps they allowed other types
of females inside their secret domain.
The girls worked in unison as they shared a single bar
of soap, lathering Cindi's sculpted frame and bald
head. Cindi remained motionless, almost in a trance
like state as hands roamed her physique, dousing her
chiseled flesh with rich, lathery soap until all the
oil had vanished. Their next task was foaming her bald
head with soap-- shaving the crown and eye brows clean.
I so wanted to ask what was happening, yet something
told me to remain silent.
The sight was simply erotic to behold, like something
from a ancient scene depicted in a museum, or painting
from long ago. Two willing mistresses serving their
Warrior's every need. I tried to examine their
expressions to see if perhaps they were resisting an
inner will to seduce their Master. Yet no signs of
desire was seen... they appeared to be programmed to do
whatever they had been instructed to do. I sighed
heavily, appreciating this erotic, and captivating
exhibition.
Cindi was then motioned over to the side of the
reservoir where her legs, armpits and groin was
meticulously peeled with a razor. Perhaps this was a
daily event that she was subject to, and she obviously
delighted in each second of it. The girls paid special
attention to their shave, watching in acute
concentration as Cindi's flesh was wiped clean of all
remnants of hair. I then watched as they delicately
exchanged the razor, sharing a soft meaningful kiss
before initiating another stroke of the razor.
I gasped, so enamored with the loving sight of two
beautiful women tasting each other's precious lips. The
sound of their moist kiss echoed throughout the
chamber. It was magnificent to see and hear.
The young Mistresses finished their undertaking, each
lifting Cindi's arms outward as they guided her to the
steps of the bath. They painstakingly motioned Cindi
(still enveloped in her hypnotic state) out as they set
out to dry their Matriarch's every curve with large,
billowing towels of cotton. Cindi's arms remained
stretched outward, now slowly rotating her body around
as the girls did their best to pamper every inch of her
Herculean body.
Still somewhat damp, Cindi was then marinated in an
assortment of rich body oils. The Heavenly fragrance
filled the room, reminding me of a glorious garden
filled with rare and exotic flowers. The girls' palms
gingerly coated Cindi's body, now bright with oil.
Cindi stopped, lifting her arms skyward as a low moan
of indulgence was heard.
The girls quickly responded by lathering her arms and
back as Cindi gazed up into the Heavens, basking in the
effluent grace of power and glory. One of the girls
knelt, inspired to knead Cindi's lower abdomen and legs
while the other affectionately grazed the smooth, bald
head. Streams of warm oil oozed between their fingers
as the skin was tediously stroked. My heart was
pounding by this point, so inspired by what I was
seeing. I had to act, otherwise I would lose all
control and attack every one of them.
"This is their ritual." A familiar voice whispered into
my trembling ear.
Turning around, my eyes were greeted with the angelic
smile of Fiona. I gasped in delight as she lovingly
placed her finger upon my lips to silence me.
"Ssshh!" She softly replied. "They'll be here for quite
some time."
She added.
I wanted to jump into Fiona's arms right there. Her
hand slipped into mine, motioning me to leave the sauna
with her. I somewhat resisted, glancing over my
shoulder as we departed. The last thing I saw was one
of the girls on her knees, arching her back as Cindi
awoke from her trance, grasping the wide healthy cheeks
of her ass. It was as if the girl was offering her
flesh as a sacrifice to her one and only God.
The cumbersome doors silently closed as Fiona could now
speak freely. I looked down to see her dressed in a
charming, cream colored feminine gown that hung to her
ankles. I happily embraced her as she too was glad to
see me.
"Oh, Fiona. What happened to you the other night?" I
asked, relishing in the loving embrace we shared.
Stepping back, Fiona soothed my questions with a
fingertip to my chin. She had just done her nails
too, now glowing in a fiery vermilion hue.
"I had to leave, sweetheart," she replied. "That was
just the way Mother wanted."
"Mother?" I asked.
"The lady with the buzz cut, honey. She is our Mother
here. She owns this boroughs" Fiona explained.
"But..." I tried to ask.
"Sssh. I'll explain it all shortly, sweetheart. Now we
have to feed you, and get you out on the rocks," she
said.
I nodded in agreement, and followed her lead out of the
bathing area.
I was guided to a different part of the compound after
Fiona dressed me in a more suitable outfit. A short,
coal black satin robe that barely covered my hips and
busty chest.
I felt a bit more relaxed now, yet desperately wanting
a bath considering I was still quite grubby from the
night before. I abandoned that wish soon after I was
brought into what looked like a cafeteria. Soft,
melodious music was heard as I strolled into the dining
area where dozens of other women were gathered for
breakfast. It was astonishing to see, women of all
different types dressed in elegant robes and gowns of
ancient design. Large artistic murals covered the walls
with scenes of women throughout the ages. Enormous
tinted windows surrounded the area, allowing all to see
the majestic landscape of the desert outside. The warm
sun cast a heavenly glow to the room.
I gazed about, seeing women of African descent...
Asian, Hispanic... so many varied forms of splendor and
grace. I then saw a string quartet sitting off to the
side, gently performing a classical piece. The room
evoked nothing but peaceful and harmonious affection.
You could just tell that nothing but love and
tenderness dwelled in this domain. Several guests
greeted me with warm smiles and gracious welcomes as
Fiona took me to the breakfast bar. The server, dressed
in an elaborate servant's outfit, handed me a plate
with a single piece of wheat toast, and a grapefruit.
"You're on a strict diet of nothing but healthy foods
and nourishment." Explained Fiona.
I didn't say a word as I graciously thanked the lovely
servant as Fiona and I sat down to eat our breakfast. I
tried to take in all the lovely elements of this place
as I hungrily ate my meager breakfast. Fiona finally
began to explain to me what this intoxicating place
was... It was a haven that 'Mother' started years ago,
building a place where all women were welcome to
discover their identities and inner will.
Mother had built this with her own money since she was
independently wealthy. Apparently, she owned thousands
of acres here, and devoted every inch of land to this
sacred commune. Women from all across the globe could
come here and live without a fee, giving them a chance
to discover their true selves through a healthy
lifestyle of exercise and diet.
Mother had excluded all men since it's conception,
focusing on the true beauty of a woman's essence, and
the natural calling each woman has to Sapphic devotion.
I was briefly amused by it's concept, yet was intrigued
by how something like this could exist.
After breakfast, Fiona took me back to the room where I
stayed the first night. Seeing the room was somewhat of
a surprise considering all that had happened to me.
"First things first. Let's pack up your belongings, and
send them back to your Mother." Fiona said. "All of
these things represent the old you, and don't have a
place here where you belong."
I was shocked, wondering how I would explain this to my
Mother. How could I just 'up and leave' like this
without a convincing explanation? I could see it now.
"Oh yea Mom, I'm at some lesbian camp with a bunch of
gorgeous women. Oh, and I'm gay now too." I thought,
laughing to myself as I quickly packed my suitcases. It
was all somehow making sense though.
There was nothing for me back in Chicago. Nothing but
pain and heartache... I loved my Mother dearly, yet I
hoped she would understand my decision. Fiona promised
me that after my reconstruction, I could make contact
with my family and friends to let them know I was okay.
Quite frankly, I didn't care at this point. I wanted
this way of life. I wanted Cindi.
Writing a short note to Mother, I explained that I was
'home' now, and that I didn't need these things
anymore. Fiona arranged to have it all shipped out, and
soon, I was dressed in primitive rags that scarcely
clung to my frame. Fiona also dressed herself in
similar attire (looking quite sexy in the two piece
ensemble I must add), and took me outside in the
blistering heat of the desert landscape.
With no shoes or any protective clothing, Fiona and I
walked for what must have been miles to a huge rock
quarry. She carried a small carrying case filled with
water for our journey as we walked hand in hand to the
site. There, we found about five other couples doing
what looked to be like manual labor. This must have
been what 'Mother' meant as 'getting me on the rocks'.
All of the workers were dressed like I was, primitive
and bare. They were busy moving and busting massive
rocks as their overseers watched their every move. I
sighed from the sweltering sun above, knowing I was
about to get a good tan as well as a great workout.
Fiona set aside her bag, and showed me what to do in my
designated area.
Soon, I was busy shattering large sections of rock with
a sledgehammer. I never had done manual labor like this
before, yet knew that this would quickly shed all of
the unessential fat I had. The barren setting of this
quarry was so secluded, and very different from
anything I had ever seen before. At times, I would
glance over to see the other women struggling in their
efforts, yet all of them seemed willing to be there.
There was no cruelty or harshness from their
partners...
Hours passed by as I slowly adjusted to my tasks,
perspiring heavily as Fiona sat comfortably a few feet
away. I occasionally would glance up at her, taking in
the full beauty of her commanding body. The thoughts of
us making love gave me comfort in my efforts, and as
the day lingered on, I felt the sexual urgency growing
between us with each thrust of the hammer.
I wondered what Cindi was doing while I was out here,
what she ended up doing to that scrumptious, voluptuous
matron who willingly gave herself to her...
THE END
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