Wow!
and, indeed, oooooohh…
Good job I’m reading these in an office by myself.
How did you know I like to wash people? Have you been spying on my inner fantasy life?
Thank you, Beth, for your excitingly erotic honesty. It made my day. 
I hope to bring some women pleasure by lunch. I have a one-hour “Sales Initiative 2001” meeting to sleep through, so I will try to help as many women as possible to weeping, shuddering, panting release as I can while listening to 2nd Quarter sales projections…
Perhaps we could have an “orgasm counter” - have brave ladies post how many times the posts…help them… 
Doing it all for the ladies,
Una
Y’know that stereotype about heterosexuals wanting to know what lesbians did in bed? Well, if it was ever true for me, it ain’t anymore, not by a long shot.
Waaaay TMI… :eek:
Robyn stepped out of her car, still talking on her phone as her driver pulled away to park.
“No…no Britney, I can’t come to your sleepover…well, I just came from Christina…mmmhmm…” she waved at hypergirl, as the excited little servant came running up to see her “no…oh, not Prince William…you know, the Duchess is a very sweet lady, why don’t you…sigh…yes, the Weight Watchers one…here - go wear your butterfly for a few hours, and call me back. BEEP!”
Hypergirl ran up and threw her arms around Robyn, hugging her tightly with a big smile on her face. “Mistress Robyn! I’m so glad you showed up! I was worried about you!” She hugged Robyn tighter.
“Easy, easy girl, I’m here.” She tousled hypergirl’s hair, and put her arm around her as they walked up the steps to the Dark Queen’s mansion. “So, is my special room ready?”
“Oh yes - I did it myself for you, Mistress!” Hypergirl beamed.
“Well, then”, Robyn laughed, “I’m sure it is all perfect. Do I have any guests yet?”
Hypergirl bit her lip. “Um…not yet, but we’ll send them as soon as any get here!”
“Well, don’t rush - it was a beastly flight from Rome, and I’m tired. How dare Delta call that ‘First Class’?”
Hypergirl said “I don’t know, Mistress!”, eyes wide. Robyn laughed again. “Oh, you are so precious! I can’t wait until tonight, when we have some time to ourselves.” Hypergirl giggled and bounced as she led Robyn to her room.
“If you’re straight, then why are you here?” The Dark Queen had her arms crossed, and was not pleased.
Carina answered flippantly "Hey, I don’t know. My friend says I’m an honorary dyke - "
“Silence! We do not use slang terms like that here. We are women who love to pleasure each other. If you must use a term, use ‘lesbian’. You, however, are what we call ‘bi-curious’, which means you might kiss another girl, or feel her up if you were drunk. Hmmph!” The Dark Queen was dismissive towards Carina. “Why don’t you run back to your sorority, and tell your giggling little ‘sisters’ that you completed the dare, and were screwed al night by big butch dykes with strap-ons. Since that’s what you think it means to make love to another woman. Begone!” She slammed the door in Carina’s face.
Carina was stunned. Angry at first at being snubbed, and then a little indignant. She used the brass knocker again and yelled “Hey - OK, then tell me what it does mean to make love to a woman!” Silence. She pounded her little fist on the door. “OK…I’m sorry…I did come here on a dare. But I…I want to know. Can you help me, can you at least show me what it means, so you will help me learn? So you can help fight ignorance?”
Silence - and then a click, and the door swung open. The Dark Queen motioned Carina inside. Gulping once nervously, she took a deep breath, and crossed the boundary between her world and another.
They walked along a long hall, made entirely of windows that overlooked a lush garden on the right side, and decorated with paintings and sculptures of women and forest scenes on the left. The Dark Queen talking, Carina following half a step behind.
"To love another woman is the most tender, soft form of sex there is. Even if you are under Hama’s whip - "
“Who?”
“Mistress Hamadryad. Our lead Mistress of Pain. Anyhow, for a woman to give love to another woman there must always be an underlying softness and gentleness beneath. Even as Hama brings the whip across a soft back, there is a tenderness in her arm…”
“Uh-huh.” Carina didn’t believe that.
“Yes, there is. Oh, men are capable of such tenderness too…but mostly only with other men. With women, there is all too often a pollinator-flower relationship. Ugh.” Carina was surprised to see the Dark Queen shudder. "But the thing to remember is…the woman is the soft, the healing, the mothering aspect. That is what it means to love another woman. To be taken care of, to not only feel free to cry, but to be encouraged to when needed. To be able to wear the softest things, move slowly and languidly, be gentle and light - "
"But lots of women like rough things. Like the WNBA, and track stars, and tennis - "
“Yes, we encourage all women to be strong, yet look - under each, in the core, there is a softness. If there is nothing but hardness, it is often due to trauma or abuse. We have helped many lose their inner hardness, to overcome the pain. It has nothing to do with sex. Sometimes a woman just needs to be naked, held softly by another woman in a bed of silk, and have her body caressed and to be told - be made to believe fully - that she is a good, beautiful person. The sex is secondary to the love - always. Some women pay to come here and just be held and caressed - just to fall asleep entwined in a set of soft arms and legs. No sex, just closeness.” The Dark Queen sighed to herself, and Carina was shocked to find herself doing the same.
“Here we are.” They were at the end of the hall, in front of a set of French doors. “If you want to start to lose your inner hardness, step through those doors. Otherwise, go back the way we came, and leave in peace.” The Dark Queen turned and walked away through an open door into the gardens.
Carina watched the black-clad form of the Dark Queen vanish in the hedges of the garden, then turned to stare at the French doors. White curtains shrouded the glass, preventing her from seeing inside. She reached for the silver handle once - withdrew her hand - then reached again, grasping and turning it.
Robyn turned as the young girl opened the French doors. She was a pretty little thing, looking very uncertain and new. Good, she thought, a virgin.
“Hello!” Robyn said brightly, smiling at the girl. “I’m Robyn - with a ‘Y’.”
“Hello. I’m…Carina. With a ‘C’.”
“That’s a nice name, Carina. Come on in, close the doors.”
Carina looked around the room. It was a huge bedroom, nearly 20 feet on each side, with a high, vaulted ceiling that rose to three times her height, and featured three large ceiling fans, which lazily moved the air. The room was furnished in a luxurious Victorian style - like something she had seen once in a very expensive catalog. The room was all whites and light oak. A plush but firm white carpet lined the room, and the ceilings and walls were papered with a soft, velvet-textured white paper. The room was dominated, however, by an enormous large four-poster canopy bed with white silk bedcurtains. It was huge, nearly ten feet by ten feet, and sat almost 3 feet off the floor. It gave Carina the impression of being a soft nest. She felt her heart pound a bit. She was distracted by her hostess calling for refreshments on an intercom.
Carina then looked closely at her hostess. She was nice woman in her late 20’s/early 30’s, who seemed to almost have a motherly aspect about her. She was dressed in a short, white sundress which left her arms and legs mostly bare. About her neck was a white opal necklace. She wore nothing on her legs and feet save a small anklet. She had a warm, comforting smile that put Carina at ease. In mere seconds, a small - nude! - girl brought a tray of iced drinks and cookies. Before Carina could even open her mouth, the girl had disappeared.
“Who was that?”
“Hmmm? Oh, a servant here. We have many. Would you like a cold drink? A Mimosa?”
“Oh - yes please.”
Robyn opened the champagne, and asked “Now love - why are you here?”
“I don’t know. I came here on a dare, but the Queen talked to me, and made me think…well…I wanted to see…”
Robyn approached her, bringing her drink. “Wanted to see what, dear?” Her eyes bored into Carina’s and her knees trembled involuntarily.
“I wanted…I wanted to see…well, she talked to me about softness.”
Robyn handed her the drink, and Carina felt an electric tingle as their hands met briefly. “Yeessss?”
In a soft voice, Carina said “She talked about being soft - about being held. That’s what I want.”
“You mean you want to be healed.”
Carina stopped. “I really hadn’t thought of it that way. I mean…I like men, I really do. But I wanted, just once, to be…” Her voice trailed off, and she looked down. Robyn reached her hand forward and caught the tear in mid-air on her fingertip, and brought it to her own lips. “There…I understand you. Come with me. Don’t worry.”
Robyn reached out and took Carina’s drink, setting it on the table. She took the little hand of Carina, leading her to the bedside. Carina still looked down, unable to meet Robyn’s eyes. Robyn sat Carina on the bed’s edge, and kneeled before her.
“Do you want me to undress you?”
Carina bit her lip and nodded her head. Another tear fell.
Robyn took both of Carina’s hands in hers, and kissed them. Carina’s heart leapt in fear, but she stayed still. Robyn released the trembling hands, and started to undress her young charge. Her sandals, then her top. Carina raised her arms to assist, still unable to meet Robyn’s eye.
Robyn Carina gently on the bad, and undid her shorts, sliding them off of Carina’s hips. Then she stepped forward and held Carina close. Carina sobbed once, and Robyn held her, rubbing her back and undoing her brassiere. She picked Carina up now, and laid her out on the bed. The bed was exquisitely soft, and Carina seemed to sink into it, like being laid to rest on a firm cloud. She closed her eyes, and sighed as she felt Robyn remove her panties. She was now naked, laying amongst the plushness.
Robyn stripped quickly, and climbed into the bed by Carina. She pulled the bedcurtains down and fastened them, so the two women were shrouded in white softness. She brushed Carina’s hair from her face, and kissed her once on the cheek, using her tongue to lick a soft tear away.
Robyn held Carina close, and moved her lips to Carina’s ear. Se whispered, so softly “I’m going to wrap you up now, so you will be safe. You have to surrender to me, fully, and tell me everything about your life, and I will help you regain your softness.”
Carina turned and looked full into Robyn’s eyes, and felt herself falling into them - falling into Robyn. She nodded her head, and sobbed once. Robyn reached under a pillow and brought out soft silk scarves, and taking Carina’s trembling hands, bound her wrists together. She moved down to Carina’s little feet, and did the same, binding her ankles close.
Robyn then moved up to lay her length along Carina. She wrapped the bound, trembling girl in her arms, pulling her close so each felt the full length of the other’s bare, soft, hot flesh. Robyn held Carina close, and ran her fingers through her hair.
“There…there.” She kissed Carina once on the lips - a soft, motherly kiss. “Tell me everything…I will heal you…”
beakerxf waited in the Queen’s antechamber, pacing nervously, her spike heels making a staccato sound on the granite floor. All her years of training, of toil, had come down to this. It was so hard to believe she was mere days away from being a Dark Countess of the ULVAN - right behind Princess andygirl herself! She sighed and forced herself to sit down again, smoothing her long black dress.
She eyed the Dark Queen’s secretary - Arden Ranger, a foundling taken under the Dark Queen’s back wings - and tried to decide if she should seduce her to pass the time. Then she shook her head. No, it was not good to seduce the Dark Queen’s personal staff…
A buzzer sounded, and she jumped. Arden Ranger picked up a phone, listened, nodding. She hung up, and told beakerxf “She will see you now.”
Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked to the large brass door.
“Come in, come in! I’m glad you are here!” The Dark Queen gave beakerxf a warm hug, and a light lick on her neck that made her whole body tremble, and her knees turn to water. She groped for a chair and sat hard into it before she would have dropped to the floor. Even after all of her training - she was breathless and panting from just the lick!
The Dark Queen looked concerned. “Forgive me, my dear, I forget the effect my tongue has sometimes.”
“No, my Queen, it was beautiful…I just was unprepared…”
“Well, I want you to be as prepared as possible from now on. Your final test will start in less than 8 hours.”
“Yes my Queen. What is my final test?”
The Dark Queen walked behind her large ebony desk and looked out her window at a party of young ladies frolicking in the pool. “Her name is Beth - evilbeth, sometimes - and she is said to be insatiable. Truly insatiable.”
Beakerxf grinned. "Surely, my Queen, no woman is insat - " she was stopped by a glare from the Dark Queen.
“Yes, I know. But no one has been able to give her complete release - ever. All her life she has searched, quested, for complete release. She has petitioned many times for the Lady Fierra and I to personally help her. I have ignored her requests - until now. I am giving her to you, to see if you can meet her challenge - to give her complete release.”
“But…my Queen, how can I do this? Is this not a case for you and the Lady Fierra? Or the Dark Princess and Lady Jen?”
“Perhaps…but I want to see what you are capable of first. If you succeed, I will not only make you the Dark Countess beakerxf, I will give you and 2 ladies of your choice a 2-month vacation in the Orient - all expenses paid.”
Beakerxf’s head spun with the thought. I must do this - I must prove my worth! And the thought of a lavish vacation with two of her lovers, paid for by the Dark Queen herself…it made her swoon to consider it.
“What may I do to her to release her? What are her limits - her boundaries?”
“None, that I know of. You may do anything to give her the release she seeks so desperately. Please her, and you may find a very attractive patron - she is quite powerful and rich - an heiress to a fortune in Monaco. You could live a life of decadent splendor with her, in fact. If you succeed.”
“I will do everything possible, my Queen.”
Una smiled at her favorite pupil. “I know. And I wish you the best of luck. Go - and make her toes curl until she needs surgery to un-curl them.”
They both laughed.
Beakerxf waited anxiously by the front door, the bouncy little hypergirl at her side. Each fidget made her many chains and jewels tinkle and clink.
“Stop fidgeting - you’re making me nervous!”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t wait to meet her - I’ve heard of her before, and I’m so glad you’re going to let me help you!”
Beakerxf regretted her outburst, and gave hypergirl an expert caress that made her squeal, then sigh.
Hypergirl asked demurely “Beaker? Do you think we’ll be able to do it?”
Beaker started to answer, when she was interrupted by the sound of a high-revving engine being tortured. As they watched, a white and gold Ferrari with opaque smoked windows came sliding around the corner of the drive and roared towards the front steps. It slid sideways to a stop in front of Beaker and hypergirl, as they watched and waited.
The car door opened, and a set of slim legs and feet clad in black silk and $2000 stiletto heels swung out, followed by the rest of a fabulous woman clad in a black Gucci mini dress and sable stole. Her face, her features, were perfect - unearthly, supermodel perfect. A gloved hand removed her reflective Armani glasses, and dark, piercing eyes swept over beakerxf and hypergirl. She looked hard - a Gucci Goddess carved from alabaster, but her perfect crimson lips formed a soft, inviting smile.
The Gucci Goddess stepped forward and said cheerfully “Hello there! You must be the one called beakerxf, no? Una told me you would be the one to try and help poor little me.” she pouted her perfect lips, giving beakerxf and hypergirl both an irresistible urge to kiss them.
Since hypergirl’s mouth was still hanging open, beakerxf answered “Yes, Miss Beth. I have been specially trained by the Queen herself, and my greatest joy in life will be to give you release today.”
Beth smiled sweetly again. “Well, I’m not doubting your skills, dear, but I’ve heard that line so many times before. The doctors say I may not even be able to have…release.” Her face fell a bit, and she choked a sob and turned away. “Will my car be alright here?”
Hypergirl answered “Oh yes, Miss Beth, I’ll have it locked in the garage right now!” She ran off to find a valet, chains tinkling and clinking with each step.
Beakerxf came forward and offered her arm to Beth, who graciously accepted it. She leaned into beakerxf and gave her a light kiss. “I just want you to know, when this doesn’t work out, that I do appreciate dearly you trying to help me.”
“Don’t write me off yet, Beth. Let’s just see what comes about. I’m going to introduce you to some nice women…they will get you prepared, and maybe one of them will be able to help you before I see you again.”
“Are they all as sweet as you?” Beth asked coyly.
“Oh yes…except Hama. She’s a real…well, you’ll see…”
She led Beth up the steps and across the threshold.
Robyn was certain she had fallen in love with Carina. She knew she was not allowed to do that, but…sigh. She couldn’t help but love her new, little trembling flower. She was anxiously looking forward to picking her up for dinner later, as soon as she helped this - Beth, that was her name. She finished changing the bed, put on some light music and lit a couple candles.
The door opened, and Robyn turned - and her jaw dropped, as she saw the woman in front of her.
“Knock knock? Are you Robyn?” her sweet voice said, and Robyn swooned.
An hour later found Robyn herself, naked, bound with silk, and crying into Beth’s soft breast, as the light breeze stirred the white bedcurtains that hid them…
Tansu was now very happy. Not only had she helped xtal release a record twelve times, she had been pleasantly surprised by being stripped herself, and placed in the tub, and washed by xtal. She smiled…and waited for the last ‘patient’ of the day. She thought of xtal in the Afterglow Room, tucked away safe into soft terrycloth.
The door opened, and Tansu turned and smiled. Then caught her breath.
The goddess - the woman - was already nude, and Tansu had to fight her first immediate reaction to drop to her knees and worship her, so unearthly was her beauty! Not since she had bathed Lady Fierra had she seen someone who made her feel helpless like this…
“Hello? I’m supposed to have a little bath now, they tell me.”
Tansu gulped, and tried to remember what to say next…
…and all that came out were her wordless cries and sobs, as Beth turned the dial on the water jet control to “10”, and held Tansu’s shaking, heaving body under the caressing water sprays…
Tequila Mockingbird and True Pisces had already picked out their rings, and were flipping through the bridal catalogue lazily, looking at matching gowns. They were madly in love, and had been making love on the terrace for days now - their time together only broken by occasional ‘guests’ brought to them to receive pleasure. They had both developed into fantastic, adventurous, eager lovers, and loved a challenge.
Hypergirl appeared around the corner of the Japanese screen, leading a lady wrapped in a large bath towel, her hair up in a smaller one. Oh sweet merciful Goddess! was the thought of both women, as they drank in the sight of Beth’s form. Hypergirl took Beth’s towels, leaving her completely nude and glowing in the afternoon sunshine. Mockingbird suddenly found that she couldn’t speak, and Pisces was feeling like she couldn’t stand.
“Hello girls! They say I’m supposed to dry off and rest out here in the sunshine with you. Mind if I sit by you ladies? My, the two of you are pretty!”
Mockingbird looked at Pisces, and Pisces at Mockingbird. Oh yes…she would be theirs…
…and hours later, they begged on their knees for Beth not to leave them…to only love them more…
“So…they say you have a little problem with release, huh?” Hama swished her latest flogger around, trying it’s heft. Secretly, she was only trying to calm herself. Since seeing Beth for the first time, she had felt as weak as a Sub - and that made her even more determined to make Beth submit.
“Yes, Mistress Hama.” Beth said in a low voice, eyes lowered to the ground.
Sweet Goddess - she even knows the role by heart!, thought Hama.
“Well, let’s pick your safeword, and get on with it - if you still want to.” Hama moved to oil the apparatus, the appendages that moved and vibrated, the restraints that held the Sub so firmly and tenderly…
Beth walked over, and kneeled low and submissively at Hama’s feet. She held out a folded piece of paper, and demurely offered it to Hama. Hama snatched it from her, and opened it.
And gasped involuntarily at what it said:
No Safewords
As she tried to form a sentence, Beth asked “Mistress Hama? May I please mount the apparatus now?”
Hamadryad shook with sex and…fear?
…and later, she shook from ultimate release, as Beth brought the whip down a final time, and the apparatus held the bucking form of Hama so tenderly and tightly…
The estate of the Dark Queen was far outside the city, and thus a billion stars could be clearly seen at night. Beakerxf waited by the little marble temple, and looked up, mentally tracing constellations. She tried to distract herself. Failed! All her best efforts failed to give Beth release! She felt her heart pound at the realization that she was Beth’s last hope. Beakerxf no longer cared a bit about becoming a Dark Countess. All she wanted to do was help this poor woman release. But what would it take?
::: steam rising off Sunshine :::
Wowie, Anth!! This is some great stuff–Highly entertaining and titillating. Too bad I’m reading it at the office! Wonder if Mr. Sunshine would meet me at home for lunch…
My compliments on some wonderfully enjoyable tales.
Oh my. Phew. I feel…healed.
I need a cigarette…
[sub] an that’s the first time I’ve ever been called a new, little trembling flower[/sub]
Beakerxf waited and looked at the stars…hoping her hastily-assembled plan would work. The trick, she thought, is perhaps to just overload Beth’s passions completely. Maybe. The woman had conquered the entire house thus far - would she conquer everyone?
She was standing on a low marble platform, about 4 feet above the grass of the lawn. The sky was a beautiful, incredible bowl of bright stars in a cloudless sky. In the center of the platform was a soft divan, covered in red satin. Golden chains lay about the divan, and a small table nearby held a variety of small bowls and bottles. The Summer air was warm, but the divan was heated to be the perfect temperature - so the person on it would not chill. A slow, steady breeze stirred her hair, and she smiled and tried to relax.
She heard someone clear their throat, and turned. Beth was there - still looking radiant - no, even more radiant than before. She wore only a small, red satin sleeveless robe, cut to just a few inches below the tops of her trim legs. He hair was loose and unbound, and flowed about her shoulders. She had been made up already, dark blood-red lips, light blush, baby powdered skin…
Beakerxf smiled. “Hello. It’s such a beautiful night. I wanted you to join me out here.”
“Are you going to try next? Try to help me release?”
Beakerxf smiled, and lied. “No, there are no goals. I just want to share the night with you.”
“Oh! Great - that sounds lovely!” Beth walked over and sat on the divan. She craned her head to look at the stars all around.
“I’ve never seen so many stars! This is really incredible up here. I have to come here more often, if only just to sleep under the stars at night!” Beth whispered loudly.
Beakerxf walked over and sat by Beth on the divan. “Yes, you may come here anytime. But next time, be a little easier on Hama - she can’t even walk, poor thing. You turned her thighs to jelly with what you did to her!”
Beth smiled, and lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to have some fun. She seemed to like it - she begged to be my slave even.”
Wow!. beakerxf thought. That is some feat!
“You know else we do for fun here - innocent fun? We play a little game out here, under the stars. It’s a make believe game. One person lays on the divan here, and the other tells her a story, and fits her into it - tries to make her live the story in her mind. It’s very relaxing under the stars. And leads to some incredible dreams!” Beakerxf took her arm and placed it around Beth’s shoulders.
“Oh, that sounds like fun - I’ve never done that before. So - do I tell the story?”
“No, no. I go first.”
“Sure. What do I do?”
“Well, stretch out on the divan here, and get comfortable.”
Beakerxf stood up, and let Beth lay her lean length along the soft divan. “Oooo…it’s heated too!” she said, as she got comfortable on it.
“Yes…it is very comfortable. Now…you lay your head back flat, and rest your body.”
“Do I close my eyes?”
“If you wish, but you can also look at the stars. The only rule is - you cannot get up or look around. You cannot look at anything but the stars - or me.”
Beth looked at the stars for a minute, and just whispered “They’re so lovely…so many of them.”
Beakerxf took a soft pillow, and kneeled on it by Beths head. She sat so she was above her head, leaning slightly over her. Her hands came forward and lightly touched Beth’s swan-like neck, bring a sigh from the reclining, relaxed Beth.
“Just a little neck rubbing, while I start. Remember - only look up, or at my face, if you like. Do not move.”
“OK…” Beth said in a dreamy voice.
Beakerxf took a deep breath.
“Once long, long ago, there was an ancient civilization - a city of women. Some called them Amazons, but their name is not important. They were a civilization of women who lived, loved, and worshipped together as a family. They were happy and prosperous, and each day was filled with hard work and sport, and each night with pleasure and love.”
Beth murmured. Beakerxf continued - “They were happy and prosperous for many years, when one year came a terrible drought. It did not rain for all the Spring, and the early Summer was dry and parched. The crops failed, and the women were sad and frightened. They tried their best, and failed, to grow their crops, feed their livestock, care for each other. They turned to their High Priestess for help. And the High Priestess of the Temple of the Night asked the Goddess what she must do to appease her, to bring back the rain. And after praying and fasting for seven days, she received an answer from the Goddess.”
“Ooo…what was it?” Beth whispered dreamily.
“She came to the women, and said a sacrifice was demanded - one of the women themselves. She was to be given totally to the Goddess, to do with as she saw fit. And the women were frightened - they looked at their Goddess differently than we do in this modern world. To meet a Goddess, no mater how benign, was a terribly frightening thing. None of the women wanted to do it - most all of them had lovers, and were frightened for themselves, and those they would leave behind. But one woman was not - she was Cho-Lin, and she was brave - strong, swift, beautiful and brave. And not frightened of anything. But she was also kind and giving, and knew that she must volunteer to be the sacrifice to help her people - her family. So she stepped forward and volunteered.”
"So, on days leading up to the appointed day of sacrifice, Cho-Lin was prepared, bathed, and made love to by dozens of women, all of whom were deeply grateful for her willing sacrifice. And then, the day came. Cho-Lin was bathed a final time, powdered lightly, and taken to the altar of the Night Goddess - on the highest hill in the land. And it was a night just like tonight - a Summer night, with all the stars shining in their glory, and a light breeze drifting gently over her. She climbed the stairs to the altar, and was laid naked on a soft covering of furs and pillows. As she lay there, slave girls came and fastened her to the altar with golden chains - "
Beth gasped, and shuddered, her eyes closed, as she felt soft hands close about her ankles, and cool clasps lock about her ankles, pulling her legs open. Then soft hands took her wrists and placed them too in chains, pulling her arms down and to the sides, exposing her front fully to the night skies.
Beth started to move, but was calmed by beakerxf’s continued light massage of her neck, her fingers traveling in slow, little circles. She continued "The slave girls came and applied soft creams and ungents to Cho-Lin’s body, as she lay there chained to the soft altar. The creams contained drugs and herbs from the jungle, and calmed her, made her limp, until she could barely move.
Beth gasped again, as she felt her robe untied, and opened, eposing her total nakedness to the night sky. Warm, almost hot hands - many pairs - came to her, and applied a slippery, almond-scented oil to her body. Rubbing her arms, her thighs, her calves, her breasts…everywhere…from the tips of her pink toes to her neck and shoulders, where they joined beakerxf’s hands briefly in rubbing the sweet smelling oil into Beth’s skin. The oil was calming her, and her skin tingled fiercely. She tried to move a little, and felt herself becoming languid and sluggish.
“The High Priestess herself then came to see Cho-Lin, and painted with henna a mystic symbol of the Night Goddess on her body.”
Light fingers drew on Beth’s body, as she writhed and panted under their touch. They drew symbols on her neck, her breasts, her tummy, her very center of pleasure, her thighs and legs, and even all the way down to her toes and the soles of her feet.
“And then, the last preparation. The slave girls applied the sacred jewelry, only worn by the High Priestess on special occasions. Made of the finest gold and diamond, it was fitted to Cho-Lin tenderly as she lay waiting.”
Beth moaned and bit her lip, as soft hands clamped a chain onto each nipple, and then two more clamps were applied…below. The chain was cold on her tummy and breasts, but Beth only felt heat - heat from the oils, and heat from her own brightly flushed skin. Her legs tugged against their bonds, but the chains did not yield. Soft hands took her feet, and jeweled anklets were snapped around each little ankle. Bracelets were placed on her delicate wrists. A body chain was placed around her waist, and a jewel fitted to her navel in her trembling tummy. Beakerxf lifted Beth’s head slightly, so a dazzling diamond choker necklace could be snapped around her throat. Beth began to pant and feel weak.
“And then they left her there - under the night sky alone. She writhed in her bonds, dreaming, wanting, needing - wishing she could make love to the sky above her naked body.”
Beth’s eyes were wide, as she stared into the starry sky. Her body began to respond, and her hips moved slightly. Her hands formed fists, and she curled her toes. She pulled against her bonds, and panted in a soft whisper “please Goddess…take me…”
Beakerxf continued her caresses, moving lower on Beths writhing body. "And then, at midnight, the Goddess came down. Cho-Lin at first thought the stars themselves were moving towards her, but is was the Goddess decending, her dark body black as the night, clad in a robe made from the stars. She was darkly radiant, powerful, erotic. She came down to Cho-Lin, and moved to the altar, to gave upon the sacrifice. Cho-Lin cried out in fear, and tried weakly to escape. But she was held fast by the chains, and her body was limp from the herbs in the ungents. The Goddess leaned over Cho-Lin, and cupped her head, bringing her lips to her own. She whispered to her - ‘Brave girl, only you came to willingly give your body, your soul to me. I have watched you grow up, and waited for this day, when I could offer you a choice.’ "
"Cho-Lin gasped, feeling her breath short - ‘What choice, oh Night Goddess?’ "
"The Night Goddess smiled. ‘To be my wife, and rule the heavens with me. I am so lonely - so very lonely, and need someone to love me, hold me. Yes’, the Goddess smiled at Cho-Lin, ‘even a Goddess needs to be held sometimes. Will you be my wife?’ "
"And Cho-Lin gasped ‘Yes! Oh, yes! Make me yours!’ "
“And the Night Goddess kissed her deeply, bit her lip.” Soft lips closed on Beth’s lips, kissing her deeply in a long, slow French kiss. Beth moaned into the unknown woman’s mouth. Small perfect teeth nipped Beth’s lower lip, and her body shook.
“The Night Goddess broke the kiss, licking Cho-Lin’s lips lightly. Then moved lower and bit and licked her neck, and her shoulders.” Beth expected the lips to leave her mouth, but they did not. Instead - new lips started to kiss and bite her neck and shoulders. She sighed, and arched, her chains rattling softly.
“And the Night Goddess moved lower onto Cho-Lin’s body, and licked the oils from her breasts.”
Beth cried out into the mouth on hers, as one -then another - tongue found her breasts, licking her, suckling, biting lightly. Lips and teeth found her nipples, pulled at the jewelry fastened to them. Beth arched, thrusting herself upwards.
“And the Night Goddess moved lower onto Cho-Lin’s body, and kissed her tender, fluttering tummy.”
Yet another set of lips fastened themselves to Beth’s tummy, licking and exploring her navel, her sides. Beth moaned with a regular rhythm now, her whole body responding as never before in her life.
“And finally, the Night Goddess kneeled before her new wife, and placed her hands on Cho-Lin’s thighs, and lowered her lips to her very center. And Cho-Lin was released from her mortal form.”
Soft hands held Beth’s thighs, caressed them, and Beth began to whine. Soft, beautiful lips descended. Beth screamed.
Beth’s entire body locked, as the lips, the hands, continued their onslaught. She cried, and cried, and cried out again, the chains rattling as she threw her body against them. She sobbed and moaned into the night, babbling, her eyes wide and looking at the sky, as her body released more than a dozen years of frustrations, sexual frenzy, sadness, and loneliness. She released again, and again, and again, until her mind drifted away on a plateau of pure, animal pleasure…her last words being a cry of “Goddess!”
The Dark Queen welcomed her two visitors into her office. A glowing Beth was being led in by Beakerxf, still leaning on her arm somewhat.
“Legs still a little weak, dear Beth?” Una smiled smugly.
“Oh yes…I still get occasional…aftershocks, at the most inconvenient times. I don’t think I should drive for a few days still.” She sighed, and then giggled.
Una smiled. “So how are you doing otherwise?”
“Oh, it’s so wonderful…I can release! Like normal! In fact, my dear beakerxf here can make it happen by just looking at me the right way sometimes - isn’t that a scream?!”
Una laughed, and clapped her hands. “Well done, Dark Countess. Well done.”
Beakerxf spoke up. “Um…we came here because I wanted your permission to go with my new - well, we want to get married. And Beth wants to take me to her home in Monaco for a few…months.”
“Oh, that is fantastic! Congratulations you two!” Una came around the desk and hugged Beth, then hugged beakerf, whispering in her ear “I’m so proud of you - good work.”
The trio drank a toast to their common success, and to the Goddess of the Night.
Mildly terrifying, isn’t it?
Rest assured that there are those of us who have standard vanilla lesbian sex.
Just because we organize orgies and don’t participate doesn’t mean that we’re odd…
Carina- well, let’s hope that it’s not the last time.
So, Euty, how are you doing?
I don’t know how Euty’s doing, but I’m a big ol’ ball of mush.
Damn, Anthracite. You are one talented woman.
Anthracite,
You can add one to your counter for me. I can’t wait to get home to add some more…thanks, you have a way with words that makes me wish I was there in person! 
Oh my.
Don’t mind me. I’m fine!
You are all most kind, thank you for taking the time to read my silly little stories. I hope they really do make some women feel better upon their reading.
As for myself…I had to soak my hands and wrists in water last night for an hour to be able to type this…I may have to rest a day before I finish the last two I promised - as I said, the imagination is willing, but the carpel tunnel injury is weak. Sigh. IRL, maybe a lady would volunteer to rub my poor hands and fingers for me, I don’t know…
I hope no one thought the story of the Night Goddess taking Beth was too silly. I was trying something new, since Ms. evilbeth is was apparantly so insatiable. I think Rabbit and hypergirl will have some more normal stories. I already have a few ideas…shoot, if my wrists held up, I could type one for each lovely lady of the SDMB (and that means everyone, for each woman here is lovely indeed).
Una
I thought the Night Goddess story was wonderful.
Silly? Not a word that ever came close to entering my mind! You are truly gifted! I shall now retire with my story…
Una, you are absolutely amazing. The Night Goddess story was one of the best pieces of erotica I have ever read. Hell, it was one of the best STORIES I have ever read. You gave me shivers up and down my spine.
Thank you for the wonderful time…
Aqua§Pura
Anthracite, can I interest you in a credit card?
Thank you once again for the praise.
I wish I could just gather all you fine ladies in a group - have you all lounge around my garden - while I spoke the stories. My poor wrists!
Anyhow - I am almost done with Rabbit’s and hypergirl’s story. If someone else - any woman interested in a story of tenderness between women - really wants a personal story, write me, and make your case. If you are sweet enough in your asking, and work doesn’t beat me too much, and my wrists don’t fall off of my arms, I will try to write one to post here. It also helps if you tell me likes and dislikes, no-no’s, or wildest fantasies and so forth.
[sub]It also helps me if you let me know if I succeed in helping you find…happiness.[/sub]
And in case you are interested…
The inspiration for these stories is my lovely little lady over in England who makes me smile all day long and makes me feel all weak and trembly…and it’s not due to low blood sugar either. I refer, of course, to my Fierra.
And no, we haven’t done any of these stories IRL…well, OK, we did act out the Night Goddess one with a group of friends one night, with Fierra playing the part of Cho-Lin, but really…the rest are just stories.