"While on the island, I would quickly lose count of the amount of times I have sucked Gerald's dick, but I will always remember the first."
I mentioned in an earlier story that readers like my tales to be true. In a bizarre sort of way, the story I am about to relate is true also, as its a re-telling of a continuous dream I have had throughout my life.
The story is divided into 2 parts.
In my last story, I told you how my 'inner slut' was truly awakened by a one night stand with a guy I met whilst at University. I did have a few more experiences at Uni after that as you might expect but this occurrence comes shortly after my Uni days.
Just as background for anyone who hasn't read about me before, at the time of these adventures, I was about 24. I had long straight, jet black hair, 5' 7, slim figure and full 36c breasts. Men usually find me highly attractive and I've certainly never had problems catching their attention. I've always been a very 'girly' girl and love my femininity.
Anyway, back then I was looking for work and for a few weeks couldn't find much and was at a loose end. This was the mid to late 90s and I had recently managed to acquire my first PC, a gift from my parents who had saved up to get me a congratulations gift for graduating and thoughtfully, something they knew would assist my job search.
The old days and that sound of a dial up modem struggling to connect! I did of course do some research. I wrote my CV, looked on some job websites, sent off some applications but what can I say, I'm a slut and my attention online soon turned to looking for porn that matched my interests.
I may be a 'typical girl', (which may be wildly stereotypical), but I wasn't all that interested in visual porn movies or pictures, although I confess I did sometimes watch those 10 second clips you used to get in dial up days. The ones I liked were of muscle men with huge dicks and they certainly did excite me.
What I really wanted was something to stimulate my imagination and my fantasies; erotic fiction, stories, other women narrating their pecadillos, their lusts, their perversions even.
I can't even remember where this particular story came from now, I think I was browsing an old erotic fiction site and I had to download something like an anthology of stories. It took ages and when I finally managed to read some of them quite a lot of were very poorly written and I quickly discarded them as 'trash'.
One however, has never left me and made a massive impression on me. I can't recall the title, the author or anything but essentially, the story was about a group of people who, for a reason I forget, set up a community in the woods where they would hardly be disturbed by the outside world and where there is one abiding rule, men rule...totally.
I recall reading this in my studio flat, quickly at first as I was almost absent mindedly scanning across the stories. When I began to digest what the story was about, I was lost in erotic light headed haze as I read on. I remember my head spinning and my breath shortening as I read something that so directly discussed some of my darkest, even most forbidden fantasies.
I will never forget that day, how I almost absent mindely ended up with my dress bunched up around my waist and my fingers rubbing my clit inside my knickers as I read some of the text urgently or how, over the next few days and weeks, I read that story countless times, imagining I was one of the subordinate/slave women, while I played with my cunt and used a variety of toys to bring myself off.
I think I read it so much and it became so central to my sexual desires as I developed as a submissive woman, that I started to have dreams, which became a sort of recurring dream and it is parts of this dream that I will try and recount here.
As this is a dream, it will no doubt have illogicalities and un-realities but that makes it even more entertaining for me. I will take out some of the more surreal aspects of the dream and try to provide some sort of narrative flow to it that my dream doesn't usually have. Perhaps regard this as a series of connected events, rather than a fully constructed narrative...
1. THE BEACH
I woke up in a fog, like someone had hit me over the head with a brick. As my eyes flickered open cautiously I had to shield them with my arm from a bright sun that was directly above me, inset into a bright and clear blue sky.
The smell and the noise told me without even looking that I was on a beach and as I looked down at my body, I realised I was semi-naked. I had on a summer dress that was soaked to my skin and my left dress strap had been torn off, my left breast hanging out.
I was in a complete mental fog, I had no idea how I got here, where 'here' was or even who I was! Whatever had happened had caused amnesia (hopefully just a temporary problem) but as I had no personal belongings on me at all, I couldn't even use these as clues as to my situation or history.
I sat up in the sand groggily, initially looking out to sea. Presumably I should see a ship or a wreck of some sort that I had emerged from. Nothing but sea reaching up to the horizon.
I scanned across the beach, lots of sand obviously, in every direction, some duney, grassy mounds straight ahead and then a handful of people walking towards me. My first reaction was fear, as I was so completely confused as to where I was but then relief, as for all I knew I could have been trapped on an uninhabited island with nothing to sustain me.
I allowed the people time to walk towards me (what else could I do?) and as they approached, I realised they were all men, 4 of them in total, all walking steadily but slowly towards me, hopefully in some concern for my welfare.
As I looked up, they seemed curious yes, but their expressions also contained some sort of knowing grin and they seemed to eye me predatorially, it was just a feeling. I looked down at why and remembered to my piqued embarrasment that one of my tits was still hanging out of my dress.
I quickly scrambled to cover up my embarrassment. Much too late as they had all had an easy eyeful already and I couldn't make a great fist of it anyway as my strap had snapped, I was just able to cover my boob with what little material consented to stay roughly in place.
What embarrassed me more, was far from being sympathetic and respecting my modesty, the guys all sniggered in laughter at this. I couldn't detect anything in the way of concern for me, they just seemed to look at me as a curiosity that had washed up on the beach (which I guess was technically correct!)
Indeed, one of them stepped forward and quipped, "I wouldn't bother if I were you!" referring I assume to my clumsy attempts at covering my tits from their gaze. The other three snorted laughs and chuckles at this.
I just looked at him, puzzled. I made my way clumsily onto my feet, so I could see the guys face to face and ask where the hell I was, gripping the torn fragment of my dress but as I did so, I felt a wave of pain and nausea overcome me, presumably from whatever had happened to me and I must have blacked out.
2. THE TOWN
The next thing I remember I was in the back of a slow moving vehicle. From the feel and sound of it, it felt like a horse-drawn carriage. I woke up sluggishly but then with a start as 3 of the guys were in the carriage with me!
My temper was already shot as I felt so grotty but this was made worse by the realisation that my dress was around my waist! At least the top half was anyway and I was sitting in front of three total strangers with my tits on full view and bouncing up and down for their enjoyment with every undulation of the carriage.
"What the fuck is this, creepy bastards!" I screamed, sliding my dress up quickly to cover my modesty. The guy sitting opposite me laughed heartily. I fumed at this and raised my hand to slap the arrogant fucker, but he caught my hand in his.
