Rejuvenation
I was walking in the woods. It must be summer, as it was so warm. The sun sparkled in a patchwork of light and dark making beautiful patterns on the heather. I could see a clearing in front of me so I skipped forward, walking seemed much too pedestrian.
The clearing was almost perfectly circular, with a mixture of exquisite wild flowers in a rainbow of colours, the scent was amazing. In the centre of the clearing was a very upright and appealing mushroom. A white stem with a dome shaped red cap. I collected some flowers and put them in the trug I was holding. Walking around the clearing, I was frequently glancing at the mushroom, getting closer to it. Was it looking at me? It seemed to be looking at me, following as I walked round. Was that an eye in the top?
I don't know why but my nipples were growing and I could feel a slight tingling between my legs. I found myself unintentionally getting closer to the mushroom and suddenly there I was looking down at it. It was very erect and appeared to be looking up at me although the eye may have been a mouth with full lips smiling at me. I lifted my long pink gingham dress and hid the mushroom under it. I lowered myself slightly, only a few inches actually but the head of the mushroom seemed to be reaching up to me.
I could feel it touching my most private place, moving along my lady place, up and down, where have my drawers gone? my nipples were hurting, they were so distended. I lifted my dress right up to my chest and squatted on the mushroom which was wiggling, trying to poke its greedy way into my foofoo. The woods disappeared, the flowers disappeared, my dress disappeared, only the pleasant scent remained from the enchanted wood and of course the devouring mushroom.
I was naked on a stage alone, squatting with the mushroom still doing its best to breach my little rose. Its mouth nibbling at my button at the top of my foofoo, it was wonderful until I saw an audience of men, lots of them, all cheering, shouting disgusting things. I was blushing, I could feel the mushroom ravishing me. In my sacred spot, I could not cover myself, I am going to die of embarrassment. Some of the men had binoculars all directed at the same place watching the mushroom violate me. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see.
She slowly opened her eyes, she was in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom, not in the woods or on stage. What a relief, it felt so real. her hand was on her pussy, her foofoo, she had been rubbing it in her sleep! A sin that she felt will have to make recompense for. She pulled her hand out of her knickers, it was wet, her pants were soaked, oh what had she been doing?
She got up, took her drawers off and put them in the sink, washed her hands and foofoo with warm water and her drawers with hot soapy water. She hung them in the shower to dry, put a fresh pair on and some pyjamas, tying the cord tight. if she was in the children's home she would be severely punished for this, even if she hadn't touched herself she would be punished for the dream.
She had touched herself and the punishment would have been severe. She is in a quandary, she needs to be disciplined but how does she punish herself? Particularly for something so bad. She has to be punished to gain forgiveness.
She got back into bed, there was a small wet patch but as it was a double bed she used the dry side. There probably wouldn't be a stain when it was dry. It's sad really but she cried herself to sleep.
The dreamer's name is Dawn Greenway, Dawn for that was when she was found on the steps of the police station and Greenway after the Children's home she grew up in. She thought about changing it as Greenways was a horrible place. Some girls escaped but she never had the courage. Punishments were severe for minor infractions so she wouldn't risk running away. She hated the place but it had knocked obedience into her, literally knocked.
At eighteen she was basically thrown out, apparently they did not get funding for adults. She was given the address of a bedsit and two hundred pounds. As much as she hated the place, she had a good education and passed three A levels. She applied for several jobs and got the one she is currently doing which was mainly reception and secretarial work although her inherent ability with numbers was often called upon.
They must have liked her work because she is here on a week-long course in this big posh private house. If she gets a promotion, with the money already saved and a pay rise she will be able to get out of the bedsit into a proper flat where she doesn't have to fold the bed up every day. Being a very timid person, her dread is that they will want her to speak in front of the whole class.
At eight o'clock she went down for breakfast, this is the sort of thing she was used to. But there was no lining up, just a big buffet table with all manner of goodies on it. She made the best of it and had egg and bacon, two eggs and four slices of bacon! Orange juice freshly squeezed in front of your eyes. Tea and toast. Coffee but they never got it in the home so she had got into the tea habit. Although not the massive teapot with milk and sugar already in it.
The others came in, all girls, dressed more casually and stylish than Dawn, jeans and leggings mainly. She was wearing a very functional dress. She had no jewellery and very few clothes apart from her work clothes, any money after the essentials goes towards her own flat. She is quite used to being different, the odd one out.
Everyone was very friendly and chatty. There were six in all, they were called into the main hall where they met the person in charge who was an attractive middle aged lady. They started with trust exercises, she had to close her eyes and fall back trusting the girl behind to catch her. In pairs they had to tell another girl all about themselves who was then to tell the group. Dawn was dreading this sort of thing, not just speaking to the group also being embarrassed about her past. When Emma told them her story they were all fascinated of course.
She had to tell the others about Emma which was terrifying but managed to stutter her way through it. They had to work in pairs and trios until they got to know each other quite well.
In the afternoon they watched a large screen which spent some time on work things, some on relaxing and some abstract things which somehow made her feel better afterwards.
In the evening after dinner they sat together in the lounge. There were drinks, alcohol which she never touched (apart from communion). She tried to stay in the corner but her different life was the centre of attention. She was persuaded to have a drink of rum and coca cola which she quite enjoyed. She only had one glass as it made her head spin. The other girls were so worldly wise, she didn't understand a lot of what they were talking about.
One girl, Wendy, was dressed in what looked like a silk kimono, she drank quite a lot and talked about sex. Dawn and another quiet girl tried to sit away from the others. "How did you lose your virginity?" she asked before telling us of her experience. "I was at a party when this boy I had fancied for ages cornered me, he grabbed my tits as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We found an empty room, a bathroom, he bent me over the toilet, pulled my knickers down and fucked me.
So I was looking down at the lavatory pan the first time I had it. It was not good, not as painful as I expected, I didn't bleed, too much horse riding I think. Neither was it enjoyable, it only lasted seconds. I saw his cock as he put it away, it was tiny! No wonder I didn't feel anything. Still I was no longer a virgin."
