Society

Chapter 6 - Dreamer

...and you should have seen the size of the seafood platters, I must have put on at least a stone...oh don't exaggerate Tina...and the Margeritas were at least triples...such a lovely villa we stayed in, no one else in sight...what was the name of that place where that monument thingy was Beatrice...it was so warm we slept outside by the pool half the time...

Holiday a success, Beatrice and Tina talked endlessly about what they had done and I sat back and enjoyed the commentary. Gretchen had taken me to the supermarket on the way back so I had chance to stock up on food before their taxi arrived. I'd prepared a spread of cold meats and salad and thankfully their flight arrived on time so everything was ready to eat when they returned.

Serious tans made me look quite pale by comparison but they had obviously enjoyed themselves and I was happy for them. Their girlish enthusiasm was infectious and I sat back and relaxed, laughing with them at humorous anecdotes and stories of embarrassing faux pas. Jet lag and too much alcohol produced the food fight and I crawled quietly into my bedroom and left them too it.

Morning arrived and there was much cleaning and tidying up required. Thankfully my two friends didn't surface till around midday and were abnormally silent, taking several large cups of coffee to produce verbal responses. Beatrice thanked me for the meal yesterday and clearing up this morning: 'So how was life with Gretchen?'

I smiled, explained it was a long story and suggested it was best left to another time when they were slightly more cognisant. She didn't disagree. A hearty lunch of eggs, pasta and fruit worked wonders with both the hangover and jet lag and both girls were returning to normal by the afternoon.

Beatrice spent some time answering a telephone call then passed the phone over to Tina while I cleared away the dishes and generally tidied the kitchen. Afternoon coffee is always a relaxing time till they both asked in unison: 'So Wendy, when are we going to get a Wendytoes?'

The telephone call had clearly been Gretchen explaining some of what had happened when they were on vacation. From their post flight condition and olfactory state I could only answer: 'Certainly not till you've had a shower.' They both tripped over each other in their rush to the bathroom.

Rather tired and slightly aching from the exertion of pleasuring two women one after the other, I rested in bed and reflected on the past two weeks at Gretchen's house. Thinking my romantic affections lay with Donna, I was very confused at the same emotions I now had for Gretchen. Neither supplanted the other, I had always been a one woman girl. But now the memories of these two gorgeous and dominant women were simultaneously vying for my heart, which I would gladly have given to either of them. I was out of my depth and didn't know

what to do, how to respond or whom to turn to discuss this. I fell asleep with my quandry still unresolved.

So life in Beatrice' house returned to normal, or whatever passed for normal with the rather exotic and varied social relationships we all had. Daily exercise and afternoon walks interspersed with cooking and housework and shopping. I saw most parts of this delightful town and understood the history and influences which had made it into the lovely collection of old and modern and which gave it a sense of timelessness.

Tina visited often and spent much of her time here as did Emma and Chloe when they were home from college. Various forms of sex play took place as and when any of us wanted it and I was allowed to request it as well as being required to respond to it. Some nights I spent with Beatrice and some nights I spent on my own, life was easy and I relaxed and enjoyed it.

Some weekends there were further parties like the previous events I had attended. Similar activities occured and I felt comfortable with them now, humiliated but in a very sexually rewarding way and I began to look forward to them, making more friends each time. It appeared the accepted norm that each pet had a mistress or dominant for a particular event and I seemed to alternate between Donna and Gretchen, further increasing the emotional feelings I had for both of them.

I also developed good friendships with other pets and one particular woman became increasingly important to me: Trudy. Belonging to her Mistress Lorelei (do I belong to anyone?) they attend every event whenever they are held and they have both lived in the town for most of their lives.

Unlike myself, Trudy was previously married before she found this group, or was discovered by them. It seems to act as a sort of magnet and attracts like minded women by absorption. Anyways Trudy is about my age and slightly taller with dark hair. Looking very much the mother and housewife she has full breasts and a full figure and such a kindly and open face, I warmed to her immediately as a friend and felt a growing empathy with her each time we met.

I'm skipping over the games both at Beatrice' house and at the various parties because they weren't what I wanted to focus on at the moment. My relationship with Trudy (German spelling Trudl) was becoming more and more important by the week. After one party we were left to ourselves and the hostess kindly put us up for the night as the weather was rather cold and wet and most other guests had departed.

We spent the night together and it was quite the most wonderful time I had with anyone. We held each other and talked and kissed for hours and when we made love it was so gentle and sensitive, we simply touched each other delicately and stroked and caressed each other's bodies we each came like a dreamy sigh before falling asleep in each other's arms. A third woman took her place in my affections, but a different kind of love, romantic and caring between equals.

The dominant women each had first call on us after a party but our unspoken bond was recognised and every other event we were given a room together and the hospitality and generosity shown to us was overwhelming. Our friendship turned into regular shopping trips and dinner dates, outings to various places of interest and romantic evenings at Trudy's house.

Our empathy had reached the stage where we each declared our love for one another almost simultaneously. Like excited schoolgirls we spent the next few weeks in a state of euphoria and even discussed whether we should abandon the group we had found ourselves part of and live together, here or somewhere else. We certainly weren't lacking in feelings for each other and knew we had the committment to form a long term and permanent relationship. Then came the hesitation.

Again we both sensed the other's slight reluctance and I waited for Trudy to speak while she waited for me. We both filled in each other's sentences and basically admitted that although we had found everything we wanted in one another we also needed the sexual high and excitement of the company and attention we found in the parties and events with our submissive and dominant friends, or 'The Society' as we were beginning to refer to them as. Furthermore Trudy was very much in love with Lorolei as her Mistress and we were both aware I would soon be the sexual property of either Gretchen or Donnna or someone else, as a submssive and a pet.

Further discussion followed and we found we had no problems with that situation and with our love for one another at the same time. Sounds awfully clinical when I put it like that but it was arrived at with much thought and honesty from both of us. We also enjoyed the pleasure we obtained from seeing the other's submissiveness and as we knew and trusted the women who were involved we knew they would not hurt or injure us.

This gave us a reassuring peace and we found we could incorporate both kinds of relationships into our lives without conflict or compromise.

Life seemed to settle down and I was also beginning to acquire sufficient German to have a passable conversation in my friend's home language. Although I didn't understand when overhearing a conversation between Beatrice and Tina involving me and references to Star Trek. Not sure what I had to do with the show's exotic communication system known as subspace, were my two friends Trekkies, were they planning an outing to a convention?

I asked them about it and the reaction was a wry smile from them both: 'We'll show you this evening Wendy' replied Beatrice and left it at that.

The expected cosplay costumes did not materialise (just realised the joke here) and I found myself lying on their bed with Beatrice on one side and Tina on the other. They each kissed me and then slowly began to gently stroke and caress my whole body, just fingertip touches, barely making contact. When I tried to speak Tina put her finger to my lips and shushed me to silence.

After about half an hour their attention turned to my nipples, little flicks, and vanishingly slight strokes of my pussy lips then clit. Tina put her finger inside me and held it to my lips which I opened to lick the pussy juice clean. They both continued with teasing and gently stimulating me without allowing me to move or speak. They always stopped when I seemed about to cum and after another half hour I felt myself becoming light as a feather. The room seemed to be filled with clouds and I lost all weight so I wondered why I didn't float up to the ceiling.

Beatrice must have sensed this and asked me how I felt but I couldn't answer, couldn't speak nor did I want to. I simply put my arms round her neck and kissed her deeply. Tina asked me the same question and still I did want or seem to be able to speak but instead kissed her as well. Beatrice said I might like a little spanking so I fetched the paddle and handed it to her, receiving half a dozen gentle strokes on my bottom. When I had walked across the carpet I had neither mass nor inertia, I had simply drifted across the room like a feather on the breeze.

All I knew was how much I loved them and that my purpose in this world was to please them. Tina said she was feeling horny so I licked her pussy and made her cum, Beatrice wished for her ass to be licked so I did that and made her cum as well. All the time I did it out of love and enjoyed the clouds floating round me as the room was filled with something other than air which was thicker and softer and everything moved more slowly and elegantly and the invisible mist inside me gave me pleasure and sensuality and love and purpose and when they lay me back on the bed and stroked my nipples and licked my pussy the rainbow exploded in my head and I flew through the ceiling and twice round the moon and I knew I was smiling all the time as the world stopped and waited till this eternity of mine played itself out in this universe within me...

I must have made it to my room somehow but I can't remember how, simply waking the next morning feeling rather sleepy still and slightly deflated. Looking at the clock I realised it was mid morning which was a surprise to me as I'm usually an early riser. Beatrice brought me breakfast and asked me how I was feeling so I aplogised I was rather droopy this morning: 'That's just sub-drop sweetie' she explained, to which I responded with silence and a blank expression.

'We took you into subspace last night Wendy, it's a state that submissives and pets can find themselves in during a sub/dom session but which we have developed techniques to cause this deliberately and directly.' Beatrice continued her explanation of what happened to me the evening before and the draining effect it can have afterward known as sub-drop. 'You're just a bit weary today honey so take it easy and I'll do the shopping this morning while you shower and rest.

This was something I'd never heard of before and a few hours on the internet I was much the wiser. Difficult to describe what it is, a euphoric state of mind and body which occurs in a submissive or pet during a sub/dom session or similar activity. The experience is different for each person and can last varying lengths of time, sometimes followed by a drop directly afterward, a few hours later or the next day. That description is totally inadequate and ask someone else and you'll get a different explanation altogether but it's the closest I can get.

'You've been experiencing something approaching that during the past few months Wendy, but now we feel it's time for you to enjoy our time together and the parties we hold even more because of your ability to enter subspace so easily.' Beatrice' assurance was, as usual, loaded with ulterior motives and subtext but I was glad the confusion with Star Trek was cleared up. Although I quite liked the idea of playing Yeoman Rand to Uhura in a female only starship crew...better leave that thought for another day.

Tina and Beatrice performed the same procedure on me each evening for the next few days and every time I entered subspace quicker and more easily. Rather like a drug without the chemicals, a mental trip that takes you to a land where all is perfect and pleasurable. The only downside is the slight drop afterward, but now I was aware of it and the cause, I simply rested till I recovered. They called me a 'Dreamer,' someone who can drop into subspace quickly and easily and stay in that state while submitting to whatever is being done to her.

Another Saturday, another party (won't they ever end? I hope not) and a visit to a house which was new to me. My host greeted me personally and warmly: 'Welcome Wendy, I'm Frida and so glad you came tonight. I've seen you on several previous occasions and very much been looking forward to you attending a party at my house. I understand you're a Dreamer now?' My goodness, word travels fast.

My shy side came out again and I replied in my most embarrassed voice: 'I'm afraid I've only just discovered what that is, hopefully I won't do anything silly while I'm...Dreaming.'

'Oh nonsense Wendy, it's a wonderful thing to be able to do. We regard our Dreamers very highly you know. Please, make yourself at home dear.' Frida was a local business woman and very much as perfect a host as one could wish for. I strolled through the entrance hall and into the main reception room where I saw Trudy also doing the same.

We rushed to each other and embraced as the lovers we were. At this point I wished we were alone and could spend the whole evening in front of a warm fire, just the two of us and a bottle of wine and soft music. Trudy felt the same but we knew we had been brought together because of this society that drew us and was shaping us and were both mature enough to acknowledge and respect that. As we chatted I also discovered Trudy's mistress Lorelei had been taking Trudy deeper into submission during their sessions and that Trudy was also regarded now as a 'Dreamer.'

Our private time together ended when Lorelei arrived and, politely but deliberately, placed her arms round her waist and held her from behind indicating her 'ownership' of Trudy. I sighed inwardly at the loss of our exclusive intimacy but also felt the now familiar surge of excitement at the submission involved on Trudy's part. This was mirrored when Donna approached and did the same to me. I gazed up into her eyes as she kissed my neck: 'Hello my darling pet, are you ready for the evening's entertainment?' I shuddered at the phrase 'my darling pet' and again yearned for that sense of ownership, to be someone's property, to belong to another woman, to be Donna's. Her words also reminded both myself and Trudy that we were to be the evening's entertainment and preparations were required. We expected nothing less.

Drinks were served to the guests and the alcohol loosened tongues and the conversation flowed. I stood and watched while Lorelei undressed Trudy and Donna did the same to me. We were prepared simultaneously: stripped naked and a pink leather collar placed round our necks. Each said the same: 'Pussy Lecken.' We both had a bell on our collars, mine rang a slightly different tone from Trudy's although they both tinkled as we moved.

Donna and Lorelei sat on comfortable armchairs facing each other, our mistresses pulled us to them and sat us in front of them between their legs, our arms folded behind us to inhibit movement. Almost every guest knew us by now and came up to greet us, well not us exactly, but our dominants. They knew what to do, a flick of the nipples, a stroke of the clit, a gentle kiss on our cheeks or blow a little puff into our ears. It all had the same effect, I felt myself dropping into subspace and could see Trudy was doing the same. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine and we loved each other and what was happening to us.

The guests talked to Donna and Lorelei while deliberately talking about us and not directly to us, increasing the sense of us being pets or property. Dehumanising as much as this sounds, it was really part of the turn-on and with one last flick of my nipples and a long well-manicured finger slowly pushed between my swollen lips I dropped into subspace as I heard Frida say: 'Dinner will be ready soon, do you think our pets are ready Donna?' Donna agreed we were and I looked once more at my girlfriend as the room filled with thick invisible sensuous liquid and the mist inside me made everything dreamy and surreal once more. Trudy's eyes had glazed over as well as Lorelei lifted her to her feet and I felt Donna do the same.

From somewhere Donna produced a pair of adhesive pads which she placed on my nipples. They were large and stuck well, covering my nipples and areolae. Each time I moved or breathed they tickled and gently pulled at my nipples and another tingle flowed through me. Their purpose was to keep me permanently stimulated whilst they were worn and I saw the same had been applied to Trudy.

We were brought together and held on to one another as we each had a buttplug slowly and gently pushed inside us. The plug had a long pink fluffy tale and we both gasped in unison as they were gently but firmly pushed home.

Next came something I had not seen before. I watched Lorelei put it on Trudy first. A pink leather harness with a short dildo attached. She fastened it round Trudy's waist and, pushing the dildo inside trudy's pussy, the other straps went betwen her legs and fastened the waist strap behind, a circular loop in the rear strap making room for the butt plug. Trudy moaned as the dildo went inside her and I did the same as mine went inside me.

The harness had the same effect as the nipple pads, every move pushed against my clit and the dildo pressed inside me against my G spot. Never enough to make me cum, just enough to keep me aroused. I moaned softly as I looked into Trudy's eyes again. She mouthed the words:' I love you' to me and I did the same to her.

As we were led to the table I saw another pet I had not noticed before. Quite tall at about 5'8" she had dark brown hair cut quite short and was led by a red haired woman of average height. The pet was of a large build without being fat and seemed so self conscious I knew it must be her first time. I lost sight of her round the other side of the table but was surprised as she was fully dressed and only had the collar to show she was a pet.

During dinner I knelt beside Donna and was fed as usual, as was Trudy. After the main course Frida announced dessert and Donna produced a little brass bell as did Lorelei. Donna rang her bell then gave the one round my neck a ring as well. They both had exactly the same tone. Lorelei did the same with Trudy's bell which had slightly a different tone from mine.

Donna passed the bell down the table to Frida who picked it up and rang it a few times. I felt Donna push my head down and under the table and toward where Frida was sitting. Crawling under the table till I got to Frida's chair I saw she had removed her panties on was sitting with her legs apart, her pussy already moist.