*** Hi all - as a gentle reminder... As with all my works, this is a work of fiction: any semblance of my characters, persons, places, and events to any, uh, actual real characters, persons, places, and/or events is purely coincidental. It's all made up, though at times loosely based on personal experiences. Some characters that I've used in the past may pop up from time to time in this or future works; the reader might enjoy getting to know these characters of earlier writings. The stories are related inasmuch as they tell the story of our protagonist and his adventures as he establishes himself in a new community, and they tend to share overlapping timelines. As always, all comments are welcome; most are appreciated.***
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Sunday Afternoon:
Ariel and I stood, naked, in front of Jasmine. She was in the classic submissive position in the corner of the bedroom. Kneeling, toes curled underneath, sitting on her calves. Back straight, head up, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind her back, thus thrusting her generous breasts forward. They were perfect, if otherwise moist with her tears. I hadn't really noticed her earlier; everyone was robed, and I was far too distracted with all else going on to much appreciate her during our brief introduction.
In a word, she was stunning. I was guessing part Pinay, part Ethiopean. I asked her to look up at us, and she somewhat reluctantly raised her eyes. Milk-chocolate skin, smooth and flawless. As with Ariel, no belly to speak of, and strong legs, but much shorter. Hard to tell with her kneeling like that... I guessed maybe 157CM, and 7 stone soaking wet. Large areola, perfect eraser-sized nipples, and the distinct tan lines of what must have been a very conservative bikini top. Her boobs were, at least at this moment, her defining feature. They hung off her chest with pride: wide-set, gently sloping off the top to the point of the nipple, and a very firm, hefty underhang that suggested a DD or perhaps an E-cup. Too big for her, really... they dwarfed the rest of her chest, and seemed out of proportion, if not a titty-man's walking fantasy. Her eyes were large, almond shaped, brown, with perfectly clear sclera, and beautifully highlighted by 'permanent' eyebrows. High cheek bones, large, sensuous mouth, pouty lips. Her hair was dark, long - swept back from her forehead and down to the middle of her back, accentuating an athletic waist and well-defined abs.
Ariel: "Jaz, what are you feeling right now?"
"I... I - um... I'm feeling very embarrassed, and very ashamed."
"I see. And why are you kneeling here, like this?"
"You said you were going to get.. Um. Mr. Steve. And that I should wait for you."
"But you took off your robe, and came in here, and kneeled like this. Why?"
"I knew you were horny, and that you wanted him. And..." Her voice trailed off.
"And? Its OK, hun. You're amongst friends."
"And I felt like .. like I needed to do this. To be here just like I am now."
"I see. This feeling that you had. Did it come from me? From Steve?"
Jasmine started sobbing again... "I don't think so. No. I wanted it. It made me feel... humble, vulnerable. Comfortable. But then you two came in here and started to.. to..." she diverted her eyes once again.
It took some time for Ariel to work through Jasmine's feelings. Pretty interesting, and not easy to do, given her condition. Apparently, I'd discovered in Jasmine a profound submissive preference that, in her fantasy, was fueled by embarrassment and shame. Wow. Thing is though, that those particular emotions really fell somewhat empty on what little sexual energy she possessed, and she really didn't know how to cope, thus explaining her behavior - at least in part, during the yoga session earlier, as well as her state of mind now.
Ariel pulled me aside: "Steve, don't blame yourself; you just showed her what she's been repressing for a long time. I know her pretty well. She is really smart, didn't have much of a role model growing up, and was led to believe that sex is the work of the devil or whatever; she was also taught not to 'impose' her physical assets on others, so she has always dressed really conservatively... kinda that she believes her body is a curse, not a blessing. She's embarrassed by it, and full of shame for having so wantonly exposed herself. It took a year here for her to do yoga in the nude... Actually, I'm a little surprised she disrobed in your presence." Ariel chewed this over a bit, then continued... "This probably explains why her concentration is so good, and why her sexual energy is so low." Then she laughed, in spite of herself... "She's like you, but in reverse. Or inverse." I didn't get it. "Of course you don't! Now, lets get her sorted out." She was right, probably on both counts: I have the attention span of a gnat.
Me: "How you plan on doing that?"
Ariel: "I'm not sure, really... go back to the studio and meditate and see what happens?"
Me: "Forgive the analogy, but are you in any condition to drive?"
"Um... I uh - ya.. I think so. Not like I'm trying to throw you on the bed at the moment."
"Then, the urge to rape me" - I winked at her - "its gone?"
"Not entirely, and I'm not sure of lingering effects, but ya - pretty much gone."
"So - question then - will it be easier, or more difficult, to deal with Jaz if she hasn't acted out her desire?"
"Good point... on the one hand, it'll be easier for you to spot her feelings - however it is you do that - and manipulate them. On the other hand, I don't think she's concentrating so well at the moment... and who knows when this urge will wear off?
"Uncharted waters, Doll. Uncharted waters. My instinct is to not take advantage of her."
Ariel considered this... "But, look at you: she turns you on. You're as hard as you were an hour ago, and I had nothing to do with it. Fact is, she turns me on as well... and I think we'd compete for her. Who knows what might happen in meditation?"
"Maybe - but under the circumstances - I think it best we try the meditation."
Ariel almost pressed her point, but ultimately relented. As we headed outside, I stopped for just a moment and looked Jaz in the eyes and, with a moderately stern tone of voice, told her she had to crawl from the bedroom to the studio outside. She was about to balk when I raised my finger, silencing her. Dutifully, she got into position and began, tentatively at first, to crawl the 100 feet or so to the studio. Hate to say it, but I couldn't resist watching her from behind: her thin waist really accentuated the curve of her ass and strength of her glutes. Strong lower back muscles... the kind that create a hollow along the spine and accentuate its curve... pussy glistening - she really was very sexually excited. But for me, at least, the best part was her breasts, swaying back and forth as she crawled along. I loved how they held their shape, even as they hung underneath her; all natural, to be sure, but firm nonetheless - I couldn't wait for my chance.
When in place, we proceeded as before. Ariel took care to position our fingers on each others palms and wrists, ensuring each finger was in place to exacting detail - the process actually took several minutes. Finally satisfied, she took her own position and started.
I sensed her taking a deep breath before starting - almost like the breath a child takes before jumping off the high-dive for the first time... "OK yogis - lets get our breath in sync. In through your mouth, out through your nose. In, out... in, out... good. We all felt it when we were in sync. Very strange - I didn't notice it in the first session, but I noticed a minor burning sensation in my left ring finger where it contacted Ariel, and in the palm of my right hand, where Jaz had placed hers. So strange, yet familiar. I opened an eye and inspected Ariel, my eyes (as always) settling in on her breasts. Ariel didn't respond directly; she just smiled and told us (me) to stay focused. Ariel went through her session, then Jaz. All was good so far. Once again, Ariel encouraged me to concentrate and focus on the images/senses I felt drawn to. Once again, I noticed the circles and strings of different colors... interestingly, there were not nearly as many, and it soon dawned on me that the objects, rather than random experiences, represented the feelings and desires of the two women present. I was more gentle this time, gently prodding and poking and shaping the images I was seeing, not really knowing what I was doing, or for that matter, why.
In time, I noticed other tingling sensations where I was touching, and being touched, by Jaz and Ariel. As I meditated further, it became apparent which shapes were Jaz's, and which were Ariel's. I also noticed that Jaz had one object... not like the others. Hate to say it, but it struck me as a blackhead. Ick. I resisted the temptation to pick at it, but rather simply massaged it. As soon as I touched it, Jaz grunted and almost lost balance. Ariel spoke - "Stay with it Steve. Stay with it."
I continued my mental caress, and Jaz started shifting her weight. Not really losing balance... more like a dance. In the matter of a few minutes, the black dot started getting bigger. I was concerned at first, but, as it grew I noticed that it was really very much like the other circles in my image of Jaz, just much smaller. A symbol of her energies perhaps? I continued my massage, and as the circle grew, I noticed that another set of "musical" chords was becoming apparent; in time, they became pronounced enough for me to stroke them. Jaz sighed. A deep, sensuous sigh.
Funny what meditation does. Barriers drop, preconceptions vanish; self-imposed limitations evaporate. I found I was able not only to work on Jaz's colors, but Ariel's as well. I became aware of the similarities and differences between them... the common patterns, their likes and dislikes. I allowed my brain to receive all the data it was being bombarded with... just letting it flow rather than trying to force myself to remember a certain color, chord, or sequence. Jaz's black nub was starting to turn color to match the rest of her, and had grown to the point that it was clearly becoming a well-defined circle. Still very small, but unmistakable. I considered one of her chords: it seemed different than the others... that somehow, she had a preference for it. Don't ask how I knew. I just did. So I played with it. Seriously played with it. Tossed it like a ball, licked it, flung it like a frisbee, cracked it like a whip...
"Owwwww fuck... stoppppp please... NOWWWWW!! Jaz was shrieking with laughter. We let go of our touching and opened our eyes.
"Oh my god that was so...fuck. I... you... you were tickling me. Senseless. And it was making me horny. Like 'I need to fuck you right now' horny... Jesus Christ Steve..." She approached me, wrapped an arm around my waist, her breast pressed into my ribcage...and wrapped a tiny hand around my rapidly hardening cock. She looked up at me... those gorgeous almond-shaped brown eyes, sensuous mouth... hand pulsing my cock... I was stone hard now - her tiny hand not able to fully-wrap around its circumference...
I looked at Ariel - she was ready for another wrestling match, and from the look of her, I didn't think she was in the mood to stand in line. I smiled at her, and 'goosed' Jaz in the small of her back. Jaz shrieked again, jumping away from me at the suddenness of the tickling touch.
