THE SORORITY SISTERS, Crème No.1 -- A fantasy for Susan
Introduction:
Crème came to me a month ago, a shy, timid girl who wanted to spread her wings. We chatted and got acquainted, and she told me about her limited sexual experience and mild fantasies. To learn more and perhaps break her out of her reticence, I asked her to write an erotic fantasy story for me.
The rules were simple. Write about anything that comes into your head. Do not censor what comes to you, just write it down. No editing, no filtering. Just write. And when it is done -- and you will know when it is done -- send it to me.
After a short delay she came back with a single question, "Mistress, may I put you in the story?" The answer, of course, was yes; there can be no limitations placed on this type of creative writing; anything goes.
This, with a little editing for grammar, paragraph formation, and image adjustment, is what Crème sent to me.
Susan James
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Susan,
Here it is...my fantasy tale assignment for you. I am ashamed by parts of it, but you asked me to send you what came out of my mind, without editing. And I have. I hope you don't think badly about me....
I am standing in a dark room. I don't know how I got here. I am a bit frightened. I call out, "Is anyone here? Hello, can anybody hear me?"
Silence, followed by more silence. I call out again.......nothing. The only sound I can hear is my heart beating like crazy. I continue waiting......I would leave but I don't know which way to go. Finally, after several minutes I hear a door opening. The lights in the room come on and in walks a large Black man. He is wearing a black hood over his head with openings cut out for his eyes, nose and mouth. He is wearing black leggings and no shirt. This man is absolutely huge.
Standing beside him is a strange, ugly man. At least I think it is a man. He is only about five feet tall and very hairy. He looks like some kind of large dwarf with a hunchback stance. The hair on his head looks dirty and disheveled, hanging down to his shoulders. It is a dirty blond color as is all the hair almost covering his misshapen body. In the dim light his eyes seem to glow -- an intense bright blue that look startling in this weird "person." He is naked except for a broad leather collar. A leash leads from the collar to the Black man's hand.
The Black man drops the leash and says to his companion, "Stay here, Yellow." His voice is as deep as his skin is dark. He walks away from the obedient Yellow, and comes toward me. He stops about three feet in front of me. I am scared.
He says, "Take your clothes off." I do nothing. I stand there mesmerized......shaking.
He says in a slightly louder voice, "I said take your clothes off.....now."
I am terrified. I can tell this man is serious now. I am afraid of the consequences if I disobey him. I begin removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor. Soon I am naked.....stark raving naked. I can feel myself trembling.
The man then says, "Follow me." I know I must do as he says.
He leads me out of the room and we begin walking down a long hallway until we stop at another door. He opens this door and lets me walk into the room first. Then he follows me in and closes the door behind us.
This room is dark except for a single light bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the room. He hits a button on the wall and I watch two chains slowly descend from the ceiling. There is a large ring fastened to the end of each chain. The Black man leads me over to stand underneath the light and the rings hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he removes two sets of hand cuffs from his pocket. He then attaches a handcuff to each of my wrists and then attaches the other end to one of the rings. He returns to the button on the wall and he raises the chain until my arms are stretched out straight up in the air. I think I detect a cruel smile on the Black man's face right before he turns and leaves.
The room is silent again and I am even more terrified than before. What is this all about? How did I get here? All I have is questions.........questions without answers.
After about five minutes I think I can hear a sound. It is slowly getting louder. It's getting closer. It is a familiar sound......it sounds like high heels walking on a hard floor. The door opens and someone enters the room but I cannot see who it is. The person begins to move toward me and eventually enters the limited area of light in this room. It is you Susan!
My eyes are as big as saucers as I take in your appearance. You are wearing a very sheer white flowing gown of some sort that almost reaches the floor. There are very long slits running up each side of the gown. Because the gown is so sheer I can easily see what you are wearing underneath. You have on a beautiful white bustier with garters. Attached to the garters are sheer white stockings. A tiny pair of delicate white panties completes your ensemble. Susan, I have never seen you more beautiful, more sexy. The white lingerie against your bronze-tanned skin is incredibly sensual.
You walk right up to me and grab my face and then your mouth is on mine and your tongue plunges into my mouth as you begin passionately kissing me. After an extended kiss you break off and move your face back from mine a few inches. I am trying to catch my breath when I hear you say, "Do you know the importance of obeying me."
Like a fool I stumble over my response as I say, "I don't know what you mean......well yes, I think so." I can tell that you are not pleased with my answer.
Then you say, "I don't like your uncertainty. I think you need a reminder lesson." You raise your hand and ask me, "Do you know what this is Creme?" I reply, "Yes Susan, it is a whip."
You reply, "Well, to be more precise, it's called a riding crop." Then you add, "Do you know what this is used for, Crème?"
I slowly shake my head No. You lower your hand and slowly draw the riding crop up one side of my inner thighs and then the other. Then you slowly draw the crop between my pussy slips moving it in an agonizingly slow manner.
Then you say, "This is used to make sure young girls like you know fully well how important and necessary it is to obey me."
You turn and begin to walk around to stand behind me. It is so silent that I could have heard a pin drop. I am doing everything I can to slow my racing heart but without success. There is a long moment of silence. Then I hear a strange unfamiliar sound .........a swishing sound......and then a second later I feel the stinging pain of the crop smacking the cheek of my ass. I lunge forward at the same time that I scream out in shock and pain. This is immediately followed by another blow from the riding crop on my other ass cheek. The blows continue to fall on my ass in rapid succession.
After several minutes of this relentless whipping I am now intimately familiar with the swishing sound. I am sobbing from the pain now and I imagine that my ass is bright red from the marks caused by the beating.
You move back in front of me and trace all around my breasts with the tip of the riding crop. You begin roughly flipping the tip back and forth against my nipples. Then you reach down and again draw the entire length of the crop through the lips of my pussy. You notice that the crop is wet with my juices.
You kiss me deeply again and then look into my eyes as you say, "Do you know now how important it is to obey me?"