1. The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 5


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 20, Source: sexstories.com

    to the excess or let us imbibe in the same because alcohol dulls the senses and reflexes. Our refreshments were bottles of sparkling grape juice in buckets of ice at our table. Our last stop was home and Mary was invited to spend the night. Again Matthew surprised us. As we walked through the door there were two identical Parisian blue silk camisoles laid out for us on the bed with matching ribbons for our hair. We didn’t make love that night. Matthew was in the middle of the bed and Mary and I on either side of him. It was cozy and warm and intimate because we kissed and cuddled with soft music playing in the background. We shared little stories about each other. Matthew is a Master who knows his women and enjoys all aspects of them including this; this is another reason why we obey him. In the morning at breakfast, we talked more about the Community and what I could expect. Yes we were a little tired at work the next day but goodness...what a night. We were in bed early Wednesday evening to be well rested and refreshed for our trip to the 1000 Islands. It is a four hour drive by car. Matthew, Mary and I were to stay at Mary’s family cottage on Wellesley Island in the Lake of the Isles until Friday morning. It is seldom used during the winter months. Friday evening to Saturday evening was the gathering of the Community. Being an enforcer Matthew has a permanent bedroom assigned to him so he can be available if needed. That Wednesday night, I dreamt I was wearing Matthew’s ...
    favorite short red lace nightgown with matching silk panties, the one I wore to bed the night of my dream. At night in bed with him, my sex must be available to my Master at all times, therefore no panties unless told otherwise. My long honey blonde hair was down and loose with lots of curls. I was walking barefoot in a vacant lot that was once the old City Ice Skating Rink searching for someone. It has long since been torn down. As I was walking in the dew kissed grass, a calm and peaceful twinkling circle of light; a star perhaps and tiny at first, a mere speck, floated down from the star speckled night sky. It grew larger as it got closer; the white heavenly light of peace and understanding....the pure, peaceful white light of love. I stopped mesmerized for when the circle of light grew large enough, a teenage boy dressed like Peter Pan on skates glided out of it waving and smiling. The boy skated over to me and bowed at the waist with a flourish. He took my hand and kissed it. As he did the landscape faded and reformed around us until we were back in time inside the old familiar ice rink. The overhead lights were dimmed and the spotlight was on us; we had the whole place to ourselves. I was thirteen years old again with my short Dorothy Hamill wedge haircut that my mother adored on me. I was wearing my blue night gown over my tights. I also had on my white figure skates with the small red pompoms tied to the laces; the pompoms a gift from a love long lost. We danced and ...
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