Dream Come True

Like so many others, I have been a long time reader, never a writer. What prompted this change, strangely enough it was a game of Truth or Dare in a Lit chat room one night. An answer to a Truth question and a few gracious comments, thus my first story was born. Please be kind, it is my first time, well, writing that is. I know it may start a little slow, but I hope you like it. Comments are appreciated.

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All parties are consenting adults over the age of 18. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Dean had been sitting in his car for the last ten minutes staring at the house in front of him. The car still running, sweaty hands gripped the wheel, while emotions ran wild through his head. "What the hell am I doing here?" he mutters, as he leans back in his seat. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he turns the car off, grabs his bag, and gets out. Stopping half-way between the house and car, he looks down at the card in his hand, wondering again what he is doing, he looks back to his car and again to the house and continues to the door.

Watching from the window, she sees him sitting in the car. Nervously, she parts the curtains, just enough to see him. "Don't worry, he will come." says a sultry voice from the shadows. Startled, she turns, "Holy hell, how do you sneak up so quietly? He was nervous when I handed him the card and we agreed on a date and time. He arrived early which is good, but he's just been sitting out there. Do you think I should go to him?"

"No, Blaise. Let him come of his own free will. If he truly wants this, he will come."

"Look, he's coming!", Blaise claps and turns and walks from the room.

Looking for the doorbell, he realizes there isn't one, seeing a large ornate old fashioned door knocker, he hefts the ring and knocks three times, "BANG...BANG...BANG" as the card instructed and then takes one step back. Moments later the door opens.

As the door opens, he sees the girl, no woman, from the previous night. Standing at 5'8", Dean isn't that short, but the woman before him is a beautifully tall 6', with long red hair flowing over her shoulders, catching the sun and reminding him of the dying embers of a fire, the hair ending in a natural curl at her waist. Perfectly framing her 34C breasts and complementing the teal green dress she is wearing. Looking her up and down, he settles his gaze upon her eyes, deep pools of blue, that seem to pull him in. Just as he seems to be lost, she clears her throat, "Hello Dean."

Finally pulling himself together, blushing as he realizes he was caught staring, "Um, hi. I'm a little early, I hope that's okay?"

"That's perfectly fine. Please come in. You can set your bag over there," she points to a simple bench with hooks above it, "as well as your coat. If you will follow me, we can have a drink before, um, handling our business."she says with a small smirk.

Looking around, I place my belongings, where she told me to. The house is old, but well maintained. As I look back to her, she beckons me to follow her, not thinking, I slip my shoes off and follow her down the hallway, we enter what appears to be a small library. Looking around in awe, I see shelves and rows of books. Large chairs, a comfy looking couch and a cushion lined window seat. On one wall is a large fireplace and off to one side of that is a small bar, that looks to be well stocked. Across from that is a large desk. She points to the desk, "Have a seat Dean, what would like to drink? Hmm, you look like a bourbon man." As she turns to the bar, I take a seat. "Uh, this is embarrassing, but, I, uh, um, didn't catch your name last night."

Giggling and without missing a beat, "That's because I didn't throw it Dean.", giggling, "My name is Blaise." As she hands me my drink and sits opposite me behind the desk. "Shall we begin?" as she sips her drink, watching me as she slides some papers across the desk to me to look at. I set my drink down, picking up the papers I begin to read over them.

Sipping my drink, I suddenly start coughing and turn white as I reread the papers, "TWELVE HOURS!?!?!" Giggling some, Blaise, takes my drink from my hand, "Maybe, you should be drinking water, seems you don't remember what we talked about the other night."

Leaning back in her chair, she stares at me. I can feel her blue eyes boring into me, seeking out my soul, first I shiver, then, to my amazement, I find myself getting hard. "So, do you have any questions Dean?"

"So, what is this contract for? Why do we need this?" he asks, looking from the papers to Blaise and back again.

"Well Dean, to put it simply, it's to protect both of us. First it outlines the rules of our, well, business transaction. It will specify what will and will not be acceptable behavior and what is to be expected." she explains, while watching him closely.

Sighing, Dean, looks over the papers again. "Ok, explain it to me."

Smiling, Blaise begins. "Once signed you will be bound to me for a period of twelve hours, beginning at 7 AM tomorrow morning and ending at 7 PM tomorrow night. You will spend tonight here so that we may begin promptly on time. You will be provided a gourmet meal for dinner and room to rest in. There will be instructions for you to follow to prepare for tomorrow. At 7 AM you will be retrieved from your room and your experience will begin."

Looking up, "Okay, seems simple so far. What will be expected of me?"

Blaise, sipping her drink and continues, "Once retrieved from your room, you will be led to the Red door, this door will lead down to our Playroom. There, based on your previous agreed upon likes, dislikes and limits, you will be treated to 4 exquisite experiences that have been tailored to fit your desires." As Blaise continues, Dean is lost staring at the rise and fall of her breasts and as her skin begins to flush, Dean's cock begins to harden.

"You will be allotted one rest period of ninety minutes, during which time you will be cleaned and fed. We will be sure to provide you with plenty of water during your time with us as well as the observer that will be monitoring you as well. This is.."

"Wait, what observer?" asks Dean, cutting her off.

Annoyed, Blasie continues, "As I was saying, the observer is part of our safety net. She will be there to read your visual cues in the event you become distressed or provide the visual "safe word" when you are gagged."

"Oh...what is the safety net you are talking about?"

"Hmm, I guess I skipped that part. You know you're really cute when you have that look on your face that tells me you're scared...and aroused." Blaise winks and licks her lips. "The safety net consists of three words and a visual cue. We will ask many times how you are doing, if you reply that you are okay we will continue, we may ask you to reply with the Go word, which is Green. If at any time things become too intense, you must say Red, we will stop what is going on and reassess the situation with you. If you use your 'safe word', everything stops and we do not continue, the contract is voided with the use of your 'safe word'. The visual cue will simply be a thumbs up or thumbs down, those signals will mean the same as Green or Red. The secondary observer can also at any time stop what is happening if she believes you are in danger or are just being too stubborn to use either Red or your 'safe word'. Does that help clear things up for you?"

Leaning back, Dean stretches then stands, Blaise gets a quick look at what Dean has hidden in his pants and he turns and looks out the window. Sitting back down he closes his eyes for a moment. In doing so, his misses Blaise tweaking her nipples through her dress. Just as he opens his eyes, she picks up her drink and takes a sip.

Grabbing a pen, Dean signs the contract and hands it back to Blaise. "So, what happens now?"

Smiling, Blaise accepts the contract. "Now, I will show you to your room. Please follow me Dean."

Blaise gets up and Dean follows. She leads him from the library, down the hall and upstairs. She stops at a plain door, and opens it. She enters and then beckons him inside. "This will be your room tonight. Through that door you will find your private bath, everything you need can be found in the cupboards. You may place your clothes in the dresser if you like, or you can leave them in your bag, the choice is yours." Walking to the bedside table she removes an envelope and shows it to Dean, "These are your instructions for tomorrow, please read them before going to bed. Dinner will be ready in an hour, I will be back then to get you. If you need anything or have any questions, simply pick up the phone and your call will be directed to me immediately. I will see you in an hour.", with that Blaise sets down the envelope, turns and leaves, closing the door behind her.

Dean takes some time to explore. Check the bathroom out, he's impressed to find a both a large sunken hot tub, a large old fashioned claw foot tub, a shower and sauna. A small cabinet holds lots of high end spa products, some he's never heard of. Checking the drawers he finds several types of straight and electric razors and trimmers as well as everything needed. The very bottom drawer he finds is locked. Another cabinet, he finds towels and bathrobes.

While exploring the bedroom, he gets a sudden chill and looks around, muttering, "I must be nuts." but he can't shake the feeling he is being watched. He finds in the large built-in cabinet across from the bed to hold a 70 inch flat screen TV, with surround sound and Blu-Ray player. Opening the drawers under the TV he blushes and gasps, finding a large selection of porn. Looking around further, he finds one small closet to be securely locked.

Walking back into the bedroom, Dean spies the envelope Blaise left out. Walking over, he picks it up and sees printed on one side "Open Me. Read Me.", laughing, he opens the envelope and pulls out the single sheet of paper and reads the instructions:

Dean, please follow the below instructions exactly, failure to do so will result in punishment.

Your face is to be clean shaven

Your pubic area is to be clean shaven or neatly trimmed

You are to bathe in a manner of your choosing

You are to be ready to being at 7 AM, by standing in the red circle found at the foot of the bed. You will be naked, feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your back.

Just as he finishes reading and re-reading the instructions, there is a knock at the door, "Come in." Blaise enters, "It's time for dinner Dean, please follow me." She leads Dean to the dining room, where a gourmet meal has been set. Dinner enjoyed, Dean returns to his room and readies for bed.

Deciding to take a bath Dean runs water into the old tub, stripping down he sinks into the hot water. Slipping under for a moment, when he comes back up and opens his eyes to find himself staring at a grinning Blaise. "I wanted to check and make sure that you are all settled for the evening. Here let me help you scrub your back" as she pulls a body glove from the cabinet and squirting some gel onto begins to scrub and massage your shoulders.

*Hmmm...that feels nice, but you don't really need..." Dean begins to say.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all." replies Blaise, as she looks down in the water, licking her lips "Mmmmhmmm, no trouble at all."

Finishing up, Blaise directs Dean to stand as she wraps a towel around him, and turning to leave, she pauses at the door, "Remember, if there is ANYthing you need, do not hesitate to call."

As the door closes, Dean turns and looks in the mirror, standing 5'8" and 190 pounds, his lean body tanned from the hours spent outdoors working for his father's construction company. Dropping the towel, his cock in a semi-hard state, is a mildly impressive 6 inches long and nearly 2 inches thick. Grabbing the towel, he walks back into the bedroom and turns on the TV, finding nothing on, he looks through the porn. Soon he finds himself watching two young girls who start out kissing. Soon one is lying on her back, with the other girl licking and sucking on her pussy, moaning and gasping can be heard coming from hidden speakers. Slowly Dean strokes his cock, watching as it grows to its full length of 8 inches. Slowly stroking to the scene of the two girls, just as she cries out "I'm cumming" Dean shoots his load all over the towel. Moments later, a quick clean up and after setting an early morning alarm, he drifts off to sleep.

In another room, Blaise has intently watched the show, highly aroused at what she just saw, "What a wonderful show he put on, I wonder if he would have been so cavalier, if he had known he was being watched." turning to the figure seated behind her, "Well, what do you think?"

"Hmmm, I think he will do nicely, though I don't think what we have in store for him is quite what he will be expecting. Nonetheless, you did do well this time with choosing him. We will definitely have a good time. Come now, it is time for bed and because you have done so well, you may service me tonight." as the mystery woman turns and leaves.

Blaise, grinning from ear to ear, turns and follows her out. Moments later Blasie has entered the bed chamber of her lover and mistress. Deftly shedding her dress and pulling her hair into a simple ponytail, she steps into the arms of her lover. Gently kissing each other, Blaise tenderly sucks her lover's tongue as her hands roam over her body, stripping her clothes from her.

Soon the two women are sharing a loving embrace on the bed. Blaise is gently kissing and nibbling her way along her lover's collarbone, fingers tracing light patterns over her back. Kissing her way lower, her lips pull a nipple between them, gently sucking and nibbling on the tender nub until it has become hard. Gasping, her lover moans her name, "Oooh Blaise!", continuing her journey of kisses lower, her lover falls backwards onto the bed. Blaise follows, continuing her journey lower, her lips falling upon her lover's glistening shaved pussy. Blaise traces her tongue along the lips, gently parting them, her tongue softly grazing over the hard swollen clit, her lover's hips bucking upwards to her mouth.

Gasping and moaning, her hands reaching for Blaise and finding her ponytail, gripping the ponytail tightly, she pulls Blaise into her, wrapping her legs around her head. Sucking her clit between her lips, Blaise gently runs her tongue up and over her clit, gently massaging it. Groaning as her hair is pulled, her own hand snaking down to her nipples, pinching and pulling them. Gasping, "Yes, yes, right there, ooooooh", Blaise begins to work her tongue light and fast around her clit, flicking it quick and firm, the moaning increasing, her hair being pulled tighter. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhmmmmm...yes OH OH OOOOOOOO", sensing she is close, Blaise nips the clit gently with her teeth, pushing her lover over the edge, "OOOOOOOO MY...YESSSSS!", legs clamping tightly, holding Blaise in place as her lover grinds and bucks against her mouth as she rides her orgasm out. Releasing her grip on Blaise, the two women curl into each other and drift off to sleep.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Dean's alarm jots him awake, grabbing his phone he looks at the time, then sits bolt upright in bed, looking around confused for a moment. Turning off the alarm, he lays back. Sighing and mumbling "It's too early for this...", he gets up and gets ready. Finishing just in time, he looks at the circle one last time. Closing his eyes, he steps and stands ready. At precisely 7 AM, the door opens, smiling, Blaise enters, "Good morning Dean. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Walking forward, Blaise fastens a collar around Dean's neck, muscles twitching at the audible 'CLICK', she smirks. Trailing her fingers over his body, he shivers slightly, goosebumps rising on his skin. She stops directly in front of him, her hand sliding down his chest, over his nipples, gently cupping his cock and balls. She looks down into his eyes, "This will be SO much fun...", releasing his cock, she clips a lead to his collar and pulls on it as she walks to the door. Having no choice now, Dean follows.

Leading him down the hall, she stops at a red door. She turns to him. "This is your last chance to back out. Once we pass through this door, either your only option to leave will be your safe word. Do you understand this Dean?"

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Dean replies "Yes."

Blaise looks at him, intently, staring into his eyes, "Repeat for me the signals to continue, stop and end the session."

Looking at Blaise, Dean replies, "Green or thumbs up means I'm good. Red or thumbs down means it is too intense."

"And your safe word?" she asks.

Smirking, "The safe word is, 'Santa Claus'." Dean replies.

"Good. Are you ready to begin your adventure Dean?" Blaise asks.

"Green." Deans replies with a cocky smirk on his face.

Blaise turns, and holds her wrist to a pad next to the door, a faint click is heard as the door unlocks and swings in. Without a word, she steps into the doorway, pulling on Dean's leash. She leads him down a winding staircase. As the descend, the room grows slightly cooler and the lighting becomes more subdued.

As they near the bottom of the stairs, the room begins to open up. Gasping in wonder, Dean is surprised at what he sees. As they come to a stop, Dean looks around. First his eyes settle upon a giant four poster bed, covered in red and green pillows and covers. The wrought-iron bed frame is a shiny midnight black. He barely notices the hooks set all along the frame, before he is pulled in a new direction. As the come to a stop, Blaise allows him a moment to look around. He sees padded bench and tables, a wall covered in whips, chains, ropes and various other items he could not identify. He sees a large cross, balance beam, a doctors examination table and a barber chair, while wonders what those are for, he looks up, only to be greater with mirrors set into the ceiling as well as ropes, chains and pulleys.

The soft amber glow of the recessed lights make the room seem both inviting and terrifying as some parts are cloaked in deep shadows.

Blaise leads him to what appears to be a massage table, "Lay face down, arms above your head, in the arm rests." Dean quickly gets up on the table and lays down. Just as he is getting comfortable, Blaise begins to secure him to the table with wide straps. First over his waist, moving up his back. Soon, he feels a strap pushing his head further into the hole. Next his arms are secured, then his legs all the way to his ankles. Lastly, he feels her pull a strange glove over his hands, that allow her to secure his and and fingers so he cannot clench them. Dean tests his bonds and finds he cannot move an inch. Suddenly, panic begins to set in as he starts to gasp and struggle. Blaise, places a hand on the back of his head "It's ok Dean, your safe, just relax and take deep slow breaths...that's it, just relax." as her hands roam over his body. Soon, Dean has totally relaxed. Seeing this, Blaise release a hidden catch that allows the table to split and par of it to drop away.

"Dean, this first game we play will be like this, your cock, balls and ass will be mine to play with. I will not allow you to orgasm. You will beg and plead, but you will not get to cum. Do you understand me?" says Blaise.

"G-g-green" is Deans only reply.

Giggling, Blaise splits the table and settles in behind Dean. Using oil from a hidden valve, she gently begins to run her fingers and hands up his cock and over his balls, gently squeezing as she goes. Hearing a slight whimper from Dean as her fingers trace over his puckered little hole before moving back down. Settling into a rhythm she begins to slowly pump up and down his shaft, never touching the head. One hand pumping, the other gently massaging his balls. Never changing her pace, she slowly works his shaft up and down, continually massaging his balls, Dean begins to twitch and try to move, only adding to his frustration. Blasie stops for a moment and Dean lets out a small whimper. Slipping a long sheath over Dean's cock he gasps at the sudden sensation dragging over the head of his cock "OHHHhhhhhmmmmm" moans Dean who then gasps as the sheath begins to pulse. His cock twitching she smirks seeing him try to move, to get that extra feeling, only know he can't and won't. Now she begins to work on his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them between her fingers. Deans whimpers and moans can clearly be heard in the relative silence of the room. Dean gasps loudly as her fingers trace small circles around his puckered brown hole, not knowing what is happening next she smirks as Dean involuntarily clenches it tight.