Kinky Fiction

Not fiction exactly, just wanted to share this dream I had last night.

He was wearing a tight navy blue t-shirt. It hugged his shoulders and chest. His kilt was blue and green. His legs were bare.

I was wearing my new purple corset, wide fish nets with a hole torn in the crotch. No underwear of any kind.

He kissed me and pushed me back on the bed, the warmth of his body made me melt. I automatically spread my legs wanting to feel his hips pressed up against me. I slipped a hand under his kilt and found a bare arse, I smiled under his lips. When he pushed himself inside of me, it was like a breath of fresh air and I gave in to the sensations completely, not attempting to restrain myself in any way. I moaned loudly, I dug my nails into him, I rocked my hips upward and bit my lip. He fucked me deep and hard, watching me, wanting to see me cum. He made me cum over and over again, never relenting. Finally, he flipped me over, onto my knees, and pushed my head down (my favourite position). He made me cum twice more before I heard him let out a deep, quiet moan and the frenzy took over him. He filled me with his hot cum, pulled out then used his tongue to give me one more orgasm.

He let me lay on his chest as I got myself together and held me tight until I stopped trembling. He didn't say anything, nor did I, we just breathed into each other, enjoying the dopamine rush and the warmth of each other.

N.B I haven't had sex in over 3 months. As much as I enjoyed the sex part of this dream, what I loved more was the feeling of safety and calm. He took care of me in every way that I needed him too. That is what a true Dom is to me, someone who knows what his sub needs and gets pleasure from making her whole again.

The ceremony was held in front of the whole pack. It was dusk and there were torches marking out a circle where it would take place. The harem were at the centre of the circle huddled together and facing inward. They were all unclothed and stood still, showing their bare buttocks to the pack, waiting for the sign to begin. The kettle drums began their pounding rhythm, and the women began to move. They all, simultaneously, turned outward and held hands. Their naked bodies were painted with red spirals and lines. Each body was marked differently, but each was astoundingly beautiful. Keeping their ring formation and never breaking their bonds, they began to dance. Clockwise, then anticlockwise, stepping out to reveal the shape of a person crouched in the middle, then retreating to hide her from sight again. The pulsing beat started slow, then gradually sped up. The women did the same and it was impossible to tell if the drums led the dancers or the dancers led the drums. The firelight cast moving shadows across the floor so that 6 women looked like dozens, and all had a mystical, powerful, feel to them and the crowd were captivated by them.

Finally, the dancing stopped, but the beat continued. The women turned inward again. They crouched and lifted the central figure high on their shoulders. Debbie. She was naked and decorated like the others, but more extravagantly, with flecks of gold on her skin and in her hair and fur. The red of her locks and the glow of the torches made her look like fire nymph carved from embers. The pack gasped at this magnificent creature they had never noticed before.

The harem held her aloft as Alpha stepped into the light. He wore a red robe that flowed majestically in the wind. It covered his manhood but was open at the chest and clung to his shoulders. The crowd cheered and applauded as he entered. All loved Alpha. He approached the women and reached out a hand to Debbie. She took it and the harem lowered her to the ground. They then took a step back and stood holding each other, watching on with pride and excitement, just like everyone else. The drumming stopped.

Alpha led her forward so that the pack could get a good look at her. “My beloved family.” He addressed the crowd clearly and you could feel the shudder ripple through everyone there, an involuntary, and delightful, response to his voice. “I wish to present to you the newest member of my harem. Omega.” There was an eruption of happy shouts and claps as the pack celebrated the elevation of Debbie to Omega, and the increasing happiness of their Alpha.

Omega had not looked away from Alpha from the moment he stepped out of the shadow, but she soon became aware that the light was growing dim and the cheering was fading. She was being led away from the ceremony. She turned to look where they were going and saw the sacred cave looming ahead of them. She had forgotten this part of the ceremony, and suddenly she was afraid.

The sacred cave was forbidden to all except Alpha and his harem. The outside walls were painted with images of all the Alphas in the pack’s history. The entrance was covered with an animal skin. No one knew what was inside. The children told stories about how there were animals in there and that the new harem member had to kill them with her claws, then they would all feast and bathe in the animals’ blood. Omega, being squeamish, had always hated the thought of this and silently prayed now that they were just children’s stories, she didn’t think she had it in her.

Alpha pulled the animal skin aside and stepped into the mouth of the cave, dragging Omega behind him. She closed her eyes and held her breath, then immediately tripped as the hard dirt floor became raised and soft. She heard the other women laugh as Alpha pulled her to her feet and her cheeks turned red to match her hair.

“Look at the poor girl” chuckled Alpha, “her tail is practically between her legs, she’s so frightened.” He let go of her hand, then Omega immediately felt other hands on her shoulders and back.

“It’s okay,” she heard a female voice whisper in her ear, “I was frightened at first too. But I promise you’ll enjoy it. Open your eyes.”

Omega swallowed, took a breath, and opened her eyes.

If you hadn’t seen it from the outside, you would not know you were standing in a cave. The walls and floor were covered in colourful, luxurious fabrics. The floor was also thickly cushioned, which is why Omega tripped. There were yellow lights along the walls so the whole room was well lit, but with a soft glow. There was what can only be described as a golden throne standing smartly against the back wall, facing the entrance. It had a red velvet seat and back, so it was comfortable as well as glamorous. No doubt this was Alpha’s seat.

“It’s always fun seeing the Omega’s reaction.” Said Beta. Omega realised her mouth was hanging open, and she shut it abruptly. Everyone started flowing into the room and relaxing on the cushiony floor. Alpha made his way over to his throne and got comfy. Sigma, who was Omega before the ceremony, took the new Omega by the hand and led her to a spot near the middle, but just off to the side. The two of them sat together and Sigma held Omega’s hand gently.

Everything went quiet and all eyes were on Alpha. He looked around at his women and gave each of them a smile. He lingered on Omega a little longer than everyone else, and she felt her body relax and her face stretch into a broad grin. Then he stood from his throne, let his cloak drop to the floor, revealing his perfect, golden body, and he howled. The vibration of his mating call echoed around the chamber and Omega felt her ears, and the fur on her tail, prick up with excitement. Everyone else in the room had the same reaction then, before she knew what was happening, more howls were in the air. She had never heard so many wolves howl at one time. She was shocked by the noise, but it thrilled her. She felt an elbow in her side. Sigma was giving her a little nudge.

She looked toward Alpha and saw the passion in his eyes. She felt the rumbling of his voice around the chamber, reverberating through and around all the women in the room. She became consumed by his passion, his desire, and she felt it rising within her. She wanted him, needed him. She opened her throat and howled. The noise that came from her was one she’d never made before. It came from deep within her. It was instinctual. She was calling to her Alpha that she was ready for him. The whole room was howling together as one. All connected by the same passions and desires. Then slowly, surely, the howls died down, and all was quiet again.

One by one the women turned to each other and began to kiss and nuzzle one another. Alpha sat himself back down in his throne to observe his women enjoy each other. Omega looked around the room at all of the women being intimate with one another. She had never seen such a sight before. Then she felt a warm hand on the side of her cheek. She turned to see Sigma looking at her. “It’s okay”, she said. “Just relax.” Then Sigma’s mouth was on hers. It was warm and wet and comforting in its own way. But it wasn’t the same as Alpha’s. It felt smaller, softer. But as Sigma continued to kiss her. It began to feel nice. Enjoyable. She started to kiss back.

Sigma pushed Omega gently down onto the soft floor and laid on top of her, but not with her full weight. Their breasts were touching lightly. And every now and again their nipples rubbed against each other. Sigma was straddling one of Omegas’ thighs and had her leg pressed up against Omegas’ warm, soft, pussy. She continued to kiss her as she pushed her leg firmly up against her, and then backed off slightly. The sensation was peculiar. It was similar to when Alpha had had her but different. The pressure against her body was the same. But there was nothing inside of her. In some ways it felt more pleasurable and in others it just made her crave alpha more. She allowed herself to be absorbed by the feeling of it, hen realised that there was a level of stimulation that she hadn’t felt before. She raised her knee so that her leg was pressing Sigma in the same spot. Sigma moaned against her lips gratefully, and began to rub herself against Omega’s leg.

Omega really enjoyed this. It was an odd sensation, but there was a feeling in the room of pleasure being shared by all that was palpable. Sigma and Omega continued to move against each other. Their moans grew louder and their pleasure increased. Omega felt something rising within her. Like a panic, but it felt good. She opened her eyes that she hadn’t remembered closing and looked directly up at Sigma. Sigma smiled at her and continued her movements fervently. Omega released a final cry of pleasure. Her body shook and trembled in orgasmic waves. Sigma stopped rubbing herself against Omega’s leg and instead, lay down beside her and held her in her arms. She kissed her cheek, her forehead. “There now.” She said quietly to her. “You see? Nothing to be afraid of.” Omega then glanced around the room and saw that her final cry of ecstasy had drawn everybody’s attention. Five pairs of smiling eyes were looking at her.

Almost directly opposite them Alpha was sitting on the floor with his Alpha Female and Beta on either side of him. He was giving her Omega his special smile that was just for her. Then he looked at Beta and nodded.

Alpha was sitting in the shade of the big tree when she was brought to him. He had three of his females with him at the time. One, the youngest and newest to the harem, was curled around his feet, completely naked, gazing up at him adoringly and periodically laying a gentle kiss on his big toe. Another, most likely his favourite of the day, was kneeling to the side of him with a cold drink in her hand. She wore a crop top that didn’t quite cover the bottom of her boobs and a short skirt that didn’t quite cover her whole ass. Her tail didn’t help matters either, and every time it moved, more bare skin was revealed. Alpha was talking to her, and she was smiling and laughing, her boobs bouncing along, and she stroked his arm or leg from time to time, affectionately. Finally, there was his Alpha Female. Always by his side and the only one allowed to choose her own clothing. She wore a long, loose dress with a deep V that showed off her sternum. It was made of a very thin, lightweight material that moved around her, showing off her every, elegant curve. It look as though it would rip and tear easily. Her nipples were two small buds in the crimson cloth, pointed towards their Master, waiting for him. She was sat on his other side, keeping a close watch on everyone, while she ran her fingers through Alpha’s  salt and pepper hair. 

When the debutante was brought forward by her Father, the Alpha Female was the first to address her.

“Hello there, little one. You are petite.” Then she addressed the Father. “Are you sure she’s of age? Her breasts are barely visible.”

The debutante kept her face to the ground and shuffled her feet. She envied the other females with their flowing curves, round boobs and bums, and shiny hair. She was small and skinny, her hips were the same width as her waist and her breasts were the tiniest bumps on her chest. It was only by looking between her legs that you could tell she was female. Even her ginger hair was rough and messy.

Her Father spoke “Yes, Mistress. 16 today. She’s a late bloomer, but her Mother was quite beautiful when she reached full maturity.”

“She couldn’t have been that beautiful or she’d be here with Alpha, and not breeding with some lower rank like you.” Said the Alpha Female. She wasn’t being cruel, or rude, that was just the way of things in the pack. Then she turned to Alpha. She was the only one who could speak to him directly without permission, so it was her job to make introductions. “Alpha, a new Debbie has arrived for you to inspect.”

Alpha had been watching and listening the whole time, of course. He had been observing her body and her movements carefully. He stood and made his way over to her to examine her more closely. All eyes were on them. The other females were smiling at the debbie in a friendly way. They had all been through this themselves and, while it was an honour to be examined by Alpha, it was also nerve wracking for a young girl to be looked at so intently and publically. They wanted to reassure her in any way that they could.

Alpha walked around the debbie, looking her up and down while he spoke to her Father. “Her Mother was a beauty, you say?” His voice was deep, rumbled with masculinity and sent a shiver down the spines of every member of his pack.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“But she was rejected when she was a debutante?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“So, I’m guessing she was a ‘late bloomer’ too?” He stopped circling and stood directly in front of the debbie, looking at every tiny detail of her face. She was sweating and shivering from fear and awe and kept her head tilted downward to avoid Alpha’s eyes.

“She was, Alpha.”

“Well then,” Alpha turned now to address the Father directly, “you are a very lucky male. And where is she now? Your beautiful female?”

The Father looked shamefully at his feet and instinctively clutched at a deep scar on his upper arm. “She was taken, Alpha. By another pack. I… I couldn’t stop them.”

Alpha let out a tiny sigh. “Well, that is unfortunate.” If a challenger fights a male for his female and wins, he owns her and she belongs to a new pack. The only way to get her back would be to fight her new owner. The Father clearly wasn’t up to this challenge and Alpha didn’t care enough about her to try. She was probably too old to be of use to him now, if she wasn’t already dead, so it wasn’t worth the effort. Instead, he went back to the debbie. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face him. She kept her eyes down until he commanded “Look at me”. Her eyes shone like emeralds, a vivid green with light and life behind them. He ran his thumb across her mouth, then pulled her bottom lip down. Her teeth were white and straight, her lips were soft and pillowy. He took a step back to get a final overview then, looking back at the Father, he said “I will try her out and then decide if I want to keep her or not.”

The Father was so relieved and grateful. “Thank you, Alpha, thank you. She’s a good girl, I’m sure she won’t disappoint.” He knew that if his daughter could be one of Alpha’s harem, then she would be safe and protected. Their Alpha was gentle and kind and loved his females. They were never harmed, or damaged, or shared with others. It was a wonderful thing to belong to Alpha.

Alpha turned back to his females. “Wash her, brush her hair and have her wait in my room.” Then he sat back under the tree as the debbie said good bye to her Father and was hurried away by three  excited females.

     It was late, or early depending on your perspective. The clock in the reception area showed just after 1am when Rosie came in through the door. She looked dejected, not her usual bright, cheerful self.

     Ross decided not to draw attention to it. “Evening Rosie. How’s tricks?” He gave her a wink to accompany their inside-joke. She looked up and half smiled, but didn’t answer him, so he continued. “We’ve not had anyone new join our ranks since I last saw you, but I can call a couple of the girls down and ask if they’ve heard anything. Who is it you’re looking for?”

     “Actually,” Rosie began, leaning her forearms on the counter, “I’m not working right now. I was hoping to…you know…” she gestured with her hands around the room vaguely, “avail you of your services.”

     “Oh.” Ross was a little surprised but snapped into professional mode quickly. “Of course. I’d be happy to accommodate you. I’ll even give you the friends and family discount.” He winked again. “Man, woman or group?”

     “Man, please.” Rosie seemed a little uncomfortable meeting Ross’s eyes. They’d known each other for years but she’d never asked for this before. She wasn’t afraid of judgement, Ross was the most open-hearted person she had ever met, she was just a little embarrassed to be showing her vulnerability to him.

     Ross shuffled some things under the counter then produced a laminated piece of A4. “Here is our menu. Take your time and let me know if there’s something you’d like that isn’t on the list. We do try to accommodate our customers where we can.”

     She took the menu and cast her eyes down the list of services. She knew what she wanted, she just wasn’t sure how to phrase it. She found what she was looking for near the bottom: 15:- 1 hour BDSM play session. “I’ll take a number 15 please, Ross.” She handed the menu back to him feeling a little excited by what was about to come.

     Ross didn’t need to check the list to know what she’d asked for. This was his business, he knew it by heart. “Good choice. With that option I will need you to fill in a couple of forms first though. I know it’s a real ball-ache, but it’s for your safety and enjoyment.” He began pulling papers from under the counter and passing them over to Rosie with a pen.

     “That’s okay, I understand.” She took them and went to sit on a nearby sofa to fill them out. It was frustrating, having your sexual pleasure detained by paperwork, but it was necessary and Rosie appreciated the consideration that Ross had for his clients and his employees. The first form was practicalities. Any medical conditions that they should be aware of? Any allergies? Is there someone we can contact in an emergency? Is there a particular cover story you would like us to use when contacting them? Do you have a doctor or hospital of choice? The second form asked about hard limits, triggers and asked you to choose a safe word. The third and final form got into the fun stuff. Kinks. There was a checklist so you didn’t have to think too hard about it. For each kink you could tick the box indicating “Must have”, “Would like”, “Cautiously curious”, or “Not interested”. There was also an empty space at the bottom for you to add any other suggestions or comments. Once Rosie was done she returned it to Ross, smiling now with anticipation.

     He smiled back as he quickly glanced at the empty box at the bottom of the final page. “Excellent. Could you also just sign each page for me?” She nodded and did so. “Thank you. I’ll get these to your companion, and he’ll call you in when he’s ready for you. After your session today, these forms will be kept on file under an alias so that you don’t have to go through this all again next time. If you want a next time, of course. You can see your forms, change them, or destroy them at any point. You have complete control over your information. Does that all sound okay to you?”

     Rosie was impressed again by his commitment and professionalism. “That sounds great. Thank you, Ross.” She smiled and returned to the sofa to wait.

     Ross went through a door to his left and returned again a few moments later. “How have you been Rosie?” He asked, casually. “Feel like it’s been a while since you were here last. We’ve missed you.”

     “We? You mean you’ve missed me.” She teased. “I don’t blame you. I’m very miss-able.” She mockingly flipped her shoulder length, hazelnut, hair, and they shared a laugh.

     “Alright then, I’ve missed you.” Ross admitted, raising his hands in defeat. “Not a lot of people appreciate the work we do here. But you always come in smiling, chatty, and completely judgment free. I like that about you. You light up my evenings.”

     Rosie smiled at him and shook her head incredulously. Flattery was a key tool of his trade, she didn’t take his words to heart. But it was true that they had always had a rapport and she had always enjoyed chatting with him.

     Before she could say another word though, a chiselled jaw and mop of dirty blonde hair appeared around the left-hand door. “Rosie?” The young man smiled menacingly, “Come here.”

     A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine in response to his commanding tone. She glanced back at Ross, who had a mischievous smile of his own, and was indicating with an outstretched arm that she should follow the stranger through the door. She stood slowly, clasped her hands in front of her nervously and gazed at the foot of the door. “Yes, Sir.” She whispered and moved excitedly to the man’s side.