Aimee, The Transition

After a quick bath and re-doing her make-up Aimee returned to the arena to look at some of the other demonstrations scheduled for the day. Having made sure that she had all her interviews finished she was able to just enjoy the various demonstrations and the playful banter that went on between various groups. Aimee, without knowing it was to soon find herself again the center of attention. Aimee had wandered into what appeared to be a fashion show BDSM style. The women were dressed or in some cases not dressed in various styles of leather, thongs, chains, clamps and piercing. There were also women dressed in long flowing gowns and robes, short miniskirts with thigh high boots or spiked 8-inch heels. She took a seat at the rear of the room so she could watch and leave if she felt like.

As she watched the various stages of dress and undress parading on the catwalk she felt herself getting excited. She watched in rapt awe as one after another women moved up and down the catwalk, hips swaying, unfettered breasts proudly displayed or covered with the barest of materials. Aimee could feel her nipples harden and the slow wetness seeping out of her.

As she started to get up and leave, a gloved hand rested itself on her shoulder, easing her back into the seat. She turned to see who it was that had stopped her but was met with another gloved hand resting on her cheek, preventing her from turning her head. Unable to leave or turn her head she gazed again at the models, drinking in their subtle sensuality and blatant sexuality. She could feel a moan starting deep inside of her and she managed to choke it back by averting her eyes.

She closed her eyes and felt something being placed in her lap. Looking down she found her lower half covered with a blanket, much like one used at football games but lighter. She felt a gloved hand sliding up and down her leg, slowly making it ways to her wet panties. She shifted a bit, trying to move away but found she was shackled to the chair at the waist. She tried to think when that had happened and could not.

Aimee closed her eyes only to open them again when a deep voice whispered in her ear, telling her just how much he wanted to make her his. How he loved the fire in her eyes and the desire in her soul. How he had been watching her and decided that now was the best way to start. Aimee started to ask what he meant when she felt his gloved hand push itself into her through her panties. Pushing in as far as the material would let him he stroked her softly making her feel as if she was melting right there in the chair. Aimee sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it out so very slow she concentrated on the way that he was making her feel, as well as on the feeling that she was having from it. The idea that someone wanted to possess her, to make her his was sending some wonderful thoughts through her mind, which in turn were being further stimulated by this dark strangers hand and voice. He told her of his feeling and what he expected of her. As he stroked in and out of her with his fingers he explained that she was to be his and she would do so willingly. He promised her to take her desires to new highs and fuel her love making it burn hotter than ever before. She stated to reach her climax when his hand slowed and she felt the restraining shackle slipping away.

She was catching her breath as she turned to see who her stranger was and saw no one. She started to stand when she remembered the blanket. She took it and folded it up and returned to her room, her body screaming for sexual release. She was no sooner in her room than her hand was thrust between her legs and she fingered herself to orgasm, all the while thinking about what he had said.

She went to clean up and change when a knock came at the door. It was a package being delivered by the bellman of the hotel. She opened it to find first a note, and then a translucent red sequined dress, mid-thigh length and a red thong and a pair of strappy red flats. She read the note that said, "Tonight we finish what was started, wear this and meet me in the hotel lobby at 9." She read and re-reads the note thinking about her earlier encounter. She looked at the clock, it was only 4 so there was plenty of time to think about it.

Before Aimee knew it, it was almost 7 as she rushed back to her room to start to get ready for her meeting with the dark stranger. She laid in the bath thinking about the meeting that afternoon and what the evening may hold in store for her. She remembered how his hand felt as it caressed her skin and the sudden rush of pleasure from having his fingers penetrate her. She found herself getting aroused again slipping a hand down under the water and rubbing herself back and forth. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them she felt her desire grow. She moaned softly in the quiet bath, the sound reverberating on the walls. Somehow knowing that the night would be full of passion, she forced herself to stop and just finish her bath.

She carefully did her make-up and slipped into the red dress and thong. Slipping in the strappy flats she looked at herself in the mirror smiling and nodding her approval. She found herself thinking about the two Mikes, and smile played across her face as she looked at her watch. 8:45, just enough time to make it downstairs.

Aimee could not believe what she was doing as she rode the elevator down. Never had she just followed someone's directions like this. She also could not believe the stares and selective secreted glances she was getting from women as well as men. It was not until she looked in a mirror in the main hall of the casino that she realized that the red dress although translucent in normal light was almost transparent in the brighter lights of the hotel lobby. She looked at her watch it was already 9 as she stood by the desk waiting, watching for the man who had her so totally intrigued.

A tall man dressed in livery stopped by the desk and help up a picture, looking at the clerk who motioned over to Aimee. "Miss, the car is ready," is all that Aimee heard as she turned towards the man. He took her by the arm and led her to the waiting limousine. Aimee slid into the back, taken a back by length and width of the special car. Aimee saw the dozen red roses and the card as she slid in and after smelling the roses she read the card. The card welcomed her and provided instructions for her to follow before the evening started. In a few minutes the driver would open his window and hand her a box that contained a silk mask. She was to put the mask on and leave it there until it was removed or she was told to remove it. Aimee waited for the mask and then following instructions she donned the mask and waited.

Soon the car slowed and stopped. She heard the door open and a hand touched her to help her from the car. A second hand took hers and she followed hearing the sounds of what she took to be a large dinner party. She was guided slowly to a chair and seated. A glass was handed to her and she sipped the contents. No one spoke directly to her so she assumed that maybe she had been wrong and that she was at a large restaurant. As she started to take another sip of wine a deep voice welcomed her and she felt a set of lips pressed on hers. The kiss was soft and full of passion as she allowed his tongue to slide pass her own and explore. As the kiss lingered she felt a familiar hand on her thigh sliding up to her junction. This time she did not swallow her moan, as she had at the fashion show, but allowed it to softly escape into his waiting mouth. His fingers soon found the spot and he brushed her hooded clit back and forth, stroking it lightly making her want him even more.

Before she could even respond he was telling her that she must not climax, that she must control herself. If she failed to control her climax then she would be escorted out never to hear from him again. If she could control her climax then she would be offered the chance to grow and explore with him. "You must make that choice," he told her; "you must decide just how weak or strong you are."

Aimee heard the voice and felt something she had never felt before in it. She could feel the fingers stroking in and out and her own climax quickly peaking. She moaned her pleasure over and over fighting the urge to give in. Her moans soon became pleas of release. Bucking in the chair, the coolness of the air on her heated thighs Aimee plead to cum. She knew that she could not hold it much longer, yet the voice had promised pleasured unknown, excitement and more. Aimee squirmed in her chair, tears flowing down her face as she begged to be allowed to cum. The pleasure was becoming to intense, each time a finger brushed against her clit it was like an electric current shooting through her. Her every nerve was afire. She pulled her breasts free and pinched her nipples, pulling them to try and ease some of the pressure she felt growing inside. Just as she thought it would never end it stopped. The hand pulled away and Aimee felt a sudden emptiness then the voice whispered "cum" and Aimee screamed as she climaxed over and over. Her juices, not flowing, but shooting out from her. Over and over she felt the waves carry her through one climax after another. Her whole body shaking and twisting until her could handle no more and she passed out.

Aimee awoke to an empty room, alone in her chair. As she cleared her head she looked about and saw a note on the table.

"You did well my pet, soon we will walk together and explore wonders you cannot imagine" was all that was printed on the paper.

Aimee stood and made her way to the door and there was the same car and diver that had dropped her off earlier. She slipped into the back seat and found another dozen roses waiting for her. Closing her eyes she thought about the night. She could not believe that she had allowed herself to be manipulated by a man she did not know, and what was of more concern was the fact that she had found pleasure in that manipulation, the control he had over her.

Aimee arrived home and drew a hot bath. Easing herself into the tub she started to relax enjoying the feel of the hot water as it covered her body. Closing her eyes she tried not thinking of anything, just emptying her mind and enjoying the hedonist feelings she was having. She slipped under the steaming water feeling it close around her like a protective womb. Aimee finished her bath and after toweling off she sat on the bed to apply her lotion. Just as she opened the top of the lotion the doorbell rang. Answering the door Aimee found a deliveryman holding three packages. Signing for them Aimee returned to her bedroom placing the packages on the table in the hall. Settling between the sheets Aimee drifted off to sleep, her mind clear of clutter but filled with images of desire and need for the mysterious man in black.

Aimee found herself standing alone in a dark room, the air warm and moist. As she looked about she saw the outer edges of the room illuminated by candle light, large tower candles in white lined the walls as scones burned above, each responsible for it's own small part. Walking thorough the room Aimee saw a hallway, darkened but not dark, enticing but forbidden at the same time. She looked about the larger room and finding it empty of any comfort decided to explore the darkened hallway, hoping to find an exit or at the least someone to tell her where she was. She walked slowly, hand on the wall making sure of each step, not knowing what awaited her. As she moved down the hall several doors come into view. Each alike, yet with small differences like the subtle placement of the knob, or the way a design was placed. She opened the first door and again found an empty room, devoid of even a chair or a table. This occurred with each remaining door until she reached the end of the hall and the final doorway. Opening the door she jumped at the creak that came from the unused hinges. Looking about Aimee saw a beautiful bedroom. Furnished with elegant woods and marble. A huge six-poster bed standing on a marble platform caught her eye as she made her way into the room. In the far corner a wash basin sitting on a marble stand. A large fireplace dominated one wall its flames lively, shadows dancing about the opposite wall.

As Aimee looked about she felt herself growing tired. Moving to the bed she lay down, closing her eyes feeling the softness of the down stuffed mattress under her. She seemed to have just closed her eyes when she felt him in the room. Moving about the bed. Looking at her. She tried to rise but found herself strapped to the posts of the bed her clothing gone, she was nude for any and all to see if they chose. As she lay there a soft fur mask was slipped over her eyes. She could see nothing but her sense of feeling seemed to heighten.

Aimee felt a cloth on her skin, warm and wet it smelled of lilacs. She realized that she was being bathed, slow and deliberately making sure every inch was covered and washed. She could not help but become aroused as the bath continued. The softness of the cloth on her skin, the fragrance each helping to build her desire. There was no hurry, but it seemed that time slowed even more as she felt the warm cloth on her breasts, washing and at the same time caressing her. Brushing back and forth on her nipples until the jutted forth like two dusky pink peaks. She moaned softly, the only sound to be heard in the room. The bath continued down over her stomach until it reached the arm cloth on her buttocks, squeezing her cheeks as it slid between them, playing lightly with her puckered anus. Again Aimee moaned, this time a bit louder. She felt herself being turned again on to her back. The warm cloth being replaced with a hotter one as it was pressed between her legs, washing her womanhood, the outer thighs, and the upper thighs, working its way closer to her already wet slit. Aimee's moans were becoming more guttural now, deeper and more frequent. She was also twisting slightly on the bed, straining against the cords that bound her. She felt her labia being opened and the cloth being used to clean her already flowing juices.

She knew it was a loosing battle, she was aroused and nothing would change that. Just as she thought the bath was over with she felt the cloth rub against her clit causing her to jump and her juices to flow all that more freely. Aimee moaned again as the cloth kept brushing her clit, over and over. Aimee felt her climax building deep inside, almost like it was flowing from her toes and head to her hot, dripping pussy. More than the touching and washing, more than the teasing Aimee found herself turned on more and more by the not knowing. The complete state of being unaware or what was coming next. It was almost like the hands knew what she was feeling and in response shoved three fingers deep inside of her, causing her to loudly cry out. Thrusting in and out of her the fingers sought out her special spot and massages it back and forth, changing pressure and rhythm. Aimee responded by arching her back pushing her pussy into the fingers. Mouthing silent words she started to beg. " Oh god yes fuck my cunt harder, faster. Oh please don't stop." The unseen hands following her directions and she felt the fingers slamming into her, trying to reach as far into her as they could. Twisting and turning a fourth was added, stretching Aimee even wider.

" Shit, don't stop, please never stop " Aimee screamed out as she humped the fingers buried in her. Knowing that she was totally under the control of unseen hands combined with the pleasure she was feeling made her all the hotter and increased her needs that much more. She was on the edge, not quite there but riding the edge as she felt the cuffs holding her legs undone and her legs spread wide as a finger was pushed in to her anus. Unable to handle the emotions and the physical urgency to climax Aimee let just let go flooding the bed and floor as she felt a finger invading her anus.

" God I am cumminnnggg," feeling both holes filled, she screamed out, "Fuck me, fuck me deep and hard." Now both hands were flying in and out of her as she climaxed over and over.

Aimee awoke with a start and looked about the room, realizing where she was. Her nightclothes soaked with sweat, her hands, thighs and sheets wet with her juices. Aimee realized that she had been pleasuring herself, there was no one else. Sliding back under the sheets Aimee smiled knowing that it was more than just the idea of sex, more than just the idea of power, it was all about control and desire. Aimee now understood what her path was to be, but she still had no idea on how she would travel it or what would happen along way.

Aimee climbed from the bed and took a long shower, enjoying the feel of the hot water on her skin washing away the sticky residue, the needle points of heat on her nipples and lips, playing on her clit. She moaned, her nipples growing from the heat and the sharp sting of the spray. Turning back and forth she savored the feeling of her excitement, the way she responded to her growing desire and her nipples reflecting that desire. She leaned back allowing the water to perform it's magic, not touching herself but allowing it to massage her to a climax. Never had she felt as free as she did this morning. No longer willing to be a part of any one thing but a part of everything. Leaning back against the shower wall she allowed the water to wash over her womanhood, it sharp needles slowly bringing her to a flowing climax, one easy rolling peak after another. Her knees giving way beneath her she sank to the floor of the shower, savoring the heat and steam relaxing in the aftermath of her climaxes. It seemed like hours that she lay there, the heat and water surrounding her, acting as a cleansing for her soul. Slowly she stood knees weak and left the shower, her interest in the delivery from the evening before urging her to not return to bed but to explore.

After slipping on a pair of gym shorts and a t-top Aimee took the three packages that had arrived the evening before and set then on the living room table. Pouring a glass of juice and a cup of coffee she returned and just sat staring at the boxes, trying to figure out what they were for and who sent them since there was no return address or instructions. Looking at the packages she sipped her juice, pausing to run the tip of her pink tongue along her lower lip she reached for the manila envelope. Breaking the seal Aimee slid out the papers out and started to read.

Three hours later she stopped and looked at the coffee in front of her sitting cold and untouched. Laying down the papers she went and made a fresh pot, waiting for it to perk she thought about what she had read. Limits list, contracts, expectations for her and for her to think about. Positions, respect, trust all just words before but now forming into something else. Sipping her coffee she opened the first box and found a collection of panties and bras, several different colors and styles. Beneath that several pairs of shoes, all with heels from 4 to 6 inches. Nothing like she was use to wearing but all stylish and chic. Her curiosity peaked she opened the last package and found several dresses and several toga looking wrap arounds.

Before she could take the new clothes to her room and try them on the phone rang.

" Hello," said Aimee.

"Did you get the packages I had sent to you last night?" a deep voice asked.

"Yes I did, I was just about to go and try them on."

" No, don't do that. I want you to go to your room and select a pair of thong panties that you think will please me, next take the red dress and the red shoes and wear them to work today, I want you to look your best for when I see you. Remember you do not know when I will see you but I will."