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Subject: {ASSM} Lady Riding Atop  ch3 (fM+F+f magic cons MM oral solo ws ds)
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Author: Slutsinger
Title: The Lady Riding Atop
Summary: A young woman takes up her duty as slut and lover.
Keywords: fM+F+f magic cons MM oral solo ws ds


Imagine a universe where openness and connection is essential to survival.
The night is scary.  Without our connections and the passion we find
together, we would surely succumb to the shadows.

This story is about a year old but has never before been posted to Usenet.
I'm posting in significant part because I'd love to find more beta readers
for a novel-length work in the same universe.  If you'd be willing to help
with that, drop me a line.  In exchange for your comments I'll share my
manuscript.

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Chapter 3: A Dinner of Introspection and Lust

Ashley sat at the table across from her mother, the wood of her seat hard
against her bare ass.  Her mother had ordered something for them both: a
salad and a fall stew.  Ashley had been too distracted to pay any real
attention to what was available.  While her hand mechanically moved food to
her mouth, she was too excited and distracted to focus on what she was
eating.

Ashley was acutely aware of her nakedness in a way she'd rarely been
before.  Truthfully, it was not entirely, or perhaps hardly nakedness at
all.  Ashley was acutely aware of her slut in a way she'd never been before
in her life.  She had come to the main dining room of a prominent inn naked
and sweaty with her hair plastered back with pee.  Then there was her
smell.  If she did somehow manage to lose track of her excitement, she
would catch scent of Dolphin's cum or of the pee coating her body, and she
found herself firmly back in her arousal.  She would not have made a
stronger statement shouting "I am slut!" at the top of her lungs. Of course
everyone knew.

It first hit her out in the lobby when she'd been startled by the applause.
The crowd gathered had clearly watched for a while.  She'd known that she
was in public, but had pictured her work with Dolphin as private ritual of
the inn, visible, but not interesting.  She'd gone well beyond what was
minimally necessary, pushing herself into the moment, into her openness,
offering her vulnerability to her utmost.  She was proud.  Still, they all
watched the slut she made of herself playing in her mess, pleasuring and
drinking from Dolphin.  The embarrassment was so strong.  It was one thing
to offer that vulnerability to Dolphin.  She was now facing offering that
vulnerability to all those people.  Of course offering for the boundary was
symbolically exactly that sort of public offering.  She'd just never quite
expected it to come to roost with such visceral force.

To make matters more poignant, it seemed to Ashley that all that visceral
force had come to roost squarely on her cunt and the other erogenous zones
of her body.  Even the embarrassment was feeding her lust at this point.
Everyone who looked on her saw her openness and vulnerability.  Yes, it was
uncomfortable to offer her likes, her enjoyment of herself so openly.  What
if people didn't share those likes?  What if she looked silly?

On the other hand, what if they drew courage to face their own inner slut?
What if next time, with her as example, they were able to open more fully?
She had a duty to lead that experience.  Pushing her to meet this duty was
the most cruel part of Dolphin's suggestion that it would be far better if
she didn't put on clothes for the rest of the evening.  While she was with
dolphin, perhaps she could lose herself in her role as Dolphin's lover.
Now, though, in addition to slut, she had to wear Ashley Third for Oak
Leaf, presumably soon to be Lady Ashley, with all that role's expectations.
She had to let slut collide with the rest of her life, maintaining the
poise and dignity of a noble on display in public while maintaining the
openness and connection with her pleasure that was the hallmark of a slut.
She had to live up to her family's name and parents' example.

Of course everyone recognized the struggle to align the roles at some level
even if they could not articulate it.  They took pleasure in driving her to
squirm and strut.  Waiting for their table to be readied, the host
suggested that she might enjoy rubbing herself against the arm of a chair.
While not as good as her fingers or a toy, it worked better than she might
expect.  That merchant certainly seemed to enjoy the show, standing just
far enough away that she had room to move, his eyes glued to her body bent
over the chair and her crotch as it met the padded arm.  It seemed a fair
reward for displacing him in the queue for a table.  As they departed for
the table, the host complimented her on her noises.  She was so lost in her
need that by this point she hadn't even noticed her moans.  She floated
through a haze of lust and nervousness towards the table.

Part of the intensity was that she chose again and again to embrace slut
and embarrassment.  She did this to herself because she wanted it, because
being this open was hot, and because Dolphin thought she could really help.
Even Dolphin's request to stay in slut was something she chose to honor.
No one forced her.  In fact everyone was supportive, offering her a chance
to give them her openness, but in every instance making it her choice.
Even the servant taking her to the table was entirely proper.  He stood,
his hand cupped over her ass and asked her if he might.

He did of course and it was a wonderful groping accompanied by a sensual
biting of the back of her neck.  There was an extra thrill this being the
first time she had been the play thing of a servant.  She wondered if he
faced a similar struggle with his inner slut taking care of her needs as a
noble while exploiting her body.  She hoped his experience with her helped
face that struggle.

The servant was equitable and displayed the same solicitude when asking for
the Lady Celeste.  For the woman across the table was as naked as Ashley.
They were not sluts together; that would have been quite improper and the
thought filled Ashley with disgust.

Rather, they were sluts in solidarity.  When Dolphin made her request,
Celeste asked her daughter whether she might prefer her mother clothed or
naked.  Ashley pondered and realized that she drew real strength from her
mother.  Facing the challenge of wearing Oak Leaf and slut together would
more than offset the discomfort of being closer than usual to her mother's
sexuality.  Ashley was touched that her mother offered her this support.

Her mother interrupted her rumination.  "Fuck, you shine brightly for Oak
Leaf today."

"I do?"  Ashley was pleased that her mother did not think her too flashy.

"Few women presented for the first time connect so fully to themselves or
their lovers," Celeste said.

"I have never been so embarrassed in my life.  However, my horniness sweeps
me past all obstacles," Ashley said.

"I think you discount your own nobility in your success," her mother
replied.

Celeste continued, "Dear, if your frustration is more than you desire, you
know that release is at your fingertips.  Dolphin gave you liberty of
dinner; she cannot gainsay your pleasure if you take your cunt in hand."

"I know," Ashley sighed.  "Half the lust is owning my choice in this.
Setting my own will as guard over my pleasure was a cruel trap to spring."

"Ah, you do see.  You are truly for Oak Leaf.," Celeste said.

"Mother, might I ask of your experience?"

"What would you know?"

"You embrace The commoner to whom you are given?  How do you see your duty
and pleasure there?" Ashley asked.

"Ah," Celeste began, "I see that might seem tangled."

"First, if he is there to take me down in myself, to see me made less to
raise himself up, I shall see him with a demon bride," Celeste said.

Ashley glimpsed the cold intensity of the Lady of Oak Leaf in her mother's
hard certainty.  Here was a woman who could make decisions that would save
or doom her seat and family.  Here was a woman, necessity demanding, who
could force someone out from hospitality.  Ashley wondered how soon she
would be in that position.  She hoped some day to be as well regarded as
the Lady Celeste.

Celeste took a breath and loosed her tension.  "That shall not spring from
this occasion; Dolphin Frolicking knows her trade."

"Consider.  The first duty of both slut and lover is to connection,
openness, and vulnerability."

She continued, "Place yourself as this man.  The respect nobles are due,
education, wealth, and custom all create a barrier to slut and lover
between us."

"He is strong reaching across that barrier.  For the respect due nobility
to be real, we nobles must reward such strength," she said."

"So, similar to the task I face riding atop the boys tonight?"  Ashley
asked.

"Yes, there is some similarity.  As with you my slut yearns for completion
as I embrace this," Celeste said.  "Approaching surrender across that
barrier fans my lust."

Ashley nodded, thinking of her commoner's son. Her mother said, "There's
growth for me.  Noble, commoner, we're all the same as slut and lover.  My
skill exceeds his only through time and training.  My true worth is shown
by leading him in growing to that level."

"Visions of ecstasy fill me.  Perhaps he'll tie me down and I must beg him
to take his pleasure in me.  Perhaps he'll fuck my face.  Perhaps he'll
squirt his cum on me and demand I mark myself his.  Perhaps he will tease
me but hold me apart showing the pleasure he takes in himself, ignoring me
except to fan the fires of my frustration.  In all, he uses my body without
holding back, without fear of the difference in our position."

Ashley said, "I see there are two of us lusting greatly.  You too are at
liberty and might take your pleasure."

"I would welcome that if you would not be bothered," her mother said.

Ashley's mother did not hide her sexuality or her work as lover.  However,
Ashley was more focused on her mother than at Oak Leaf and no banquet or
other guests distracted Ashley.  She didn't find her mother's exploits
erotic.  However, her mother had been very open with Ashley.  Ashley valued
that and saw the strength of her mother as slut.  She wanted to honor that
strength and to support her mother as her mother had been supporting her.
She was happy to give her mother the freedom to enjoy herself.

The Lady Celeste turned her chair somewhat out from the table, offering her
show more to the room at large than to her daughter.  However, Ashley
caught and held her mother's eyes as she spread her legs and began.

Ashley saw her mother's face relax into a beautiful, open smile.  Through
the web, she felt her mother slip completely into the moment.  Ashley had
planned on distracting herself with the other guests, but she was in awe of
the open beauty painted across her mother's face.  If this is what people
saw in Ashley when she was in the moment, no wonder there was applause.
Ashley kept watching her mother's face through the intense grimace of
pleasure building and the ecstasy itself.  She stayed through the radiant
glow after.  Eventually her mother began to compose herself.  Ashley felt
strength spread from her mother, bolstering the community that was the inn.

"I shall always treasure watching your face in that openness," Ashley said.

Like Ashley before, Celeste drew her own attention.  The merchants two
tables distant looked straight at Ashley and Celeste.  They gestured and
talked animatedly of the women's exploits.  Ashley wished the younger of
the two men would stop fidgeting in his seat and do whatever he was going
to do.  She realized that quite probably, he was debating whether to
approach.

With some exasperation, Ashley suggested that if they wished something,
offering their names and asking directly would best serve them.

The two approached.  To Ashley's eye, the younger was within a year of
twenty.  He wore a dashing leather outfit, too flashy for a noble, but an
excellent choice for an educated commoner at an evening's leisure.  His
companion was perhaps five years older, dressed more conservatively, but
quite well groomed.  Ashley appreciated the tight leather pants against the
younger man's long, muscular legs.  He clearly maintained himself well.

The older spoke, "Well met, my ladies.  I am Spring Fastness from Three
Rivers' Confluence.  My companion is Sturdy Against Storm; you have made an
impression on him."

Ashley and the Lady Celeste offered introduction.  "So, Storm, is there
something you wish?"  Ashley asked.

"Well, my lady, I missed your show earlier, but Spring Fastness brought me
to hardness with the tale.  Then we saw the Lady of Oak Leaf, and I was
wondering if you might..."

"Might what?"  Ashley asked.

"Well, would you please come for me?  It would be so exciting to watch," he
asked.

Ashley felt herself cream.  The combination of his desire and how he was
struggling valiantly to overcome nervousness and embarrassment excited her.
She stalked toward Storm with a feral smile.  Here was someone who could be
made to squirm.  Ashley reveled in unleashing her punishment on another.

Storm had not quite ten centimeters of height on Ashley.  However, he was
cowed by the bundle of lust and confidence that he found looking up at him,
her hand possessively on his arm.

"You've been watching me throughout dinner?" she asked.

He nodded.  "You've been watching as I've been toyed with, teased and
excited?"

"Yes, my lady," he answered."

Ashley licked her lips.  "And you've enjoyed watching me?"

"O, yes."

"Now, you want me to come for you?  You want me to thrash in ecstasy for
your pleasure?"

"I mean, if you want...," Storm said.

Ashley snapped, "No, I asked what you wanted. Answer."

Storm gulped.  "Yes, my lady, I would like to see you come."

"I see," Ashley said.  "So, tell me Storm, have you been given anyone or is
your evening unplanned?"

"Not yet given anyone, my Lady."

Ashley gloated.  He was hers now, he just didn't know yet.  This was going
to be fun.

"I'd like to hear more.  You will give me pleasure while you tell your
story," she said.  She cupped his hand around her left tit.

Ashley continued her interrogation.  "So, your friend brought you to
hardness just with the tale of my sluttery in the lobby?"

"Yes," he said.

Ashley pressed her tit into his palm.  His hands showed none of the
timidness of his verbal approach. "And are you excited now thinking of me
coming for you," she said, looking down at the bulge in his tight pants.

"Yes, my lady, very much so," he said.

"O, good," Ashley said as she reached down to run two fingers along the
length of his shaft.  "O, dear, this is so tight.  I fear that things may
be quite uncomfortable before we're all done," she said.

"Storm?  How were you imagining I might come for you?"

"I guess I'd just imagined watching you finger yourself, playing with your
tits perhaps."

"Oh, please take the other tit in hand too.  The nipples want a bit more
squeezing," she said.

"As we were.  So perhaps I might go sit in that chair, legs spread, one
hand buried in my cunt, jilling with the other?  And perhaps I might scream
and squirt for you, drenching the chair in my juices?"

She felt his cock twitch under her hand.  "Yes," he hissed through his
teeth.

"Ah, I thought so," she said.

"Watch," she said.  She reached down, spread her lips, and pressed three
fingers inside her.  She scooped her juices into the fingers and held them
before his nose.

"Storm, open."  He did.  "Suck," she said, placing her fingers in his
mouth.

"Taste the excitement you've brought me," she continued.  She quickly
reached out with her other hand, grabbing Storm by the hair.  She pulled
her fingers out of his mouth and pushed his head until he was looking
directly at her.

"Although," she said, "the most exciting part is thinking about how I'm
going to enjoy your reaction when you realize what's actually going to
happen."

"Sturdy Against Storm from Three Rivers Confluence, I, Ashley, riding atop,
claim you for the evening.  You are given me; you shall arrive for my
pleasure between first night bell and fifteen minutes after."

"Yes, my lady.  Exactly as you wish. I didn't mean to presume," he said
hurriedly.

Ashley's hand drifted to his cock as she spoke.  She purred as she ran her
nails along the rock-hard shaft under her fingers.  "O, dear, that does
seem to be straining a bit."

"Somehow I doubt this will ease you any, but I'm going to explain while you
put your mouth to work on my tit," she said.  She pulled his head to her,
one hand still through his hair.

"You will be nice and hard.  You will lie me down, and I will spread my
legs for you. You will slip into my cunt and fuck me.  I'll make sure I'm
nice and sloppy and messy for you.  I will reach my hand between us and
begin to jill.  On each stroke you will feel my hand between us as a
reminder that like my hand, you are a tool of my pleasure.  You ride me
because I wish it.  You will have already seen me take my pleasure other
ways with other lovers.  We will push each other to new levels of openness,
comfort and joy.  Eventually, I will come for you on your cock," she said."
Throughout this, Storm mixed nibbling, sucking and scraping his teeth along
her nipple with a wondrous exploration of her tit with his mouth and
tongue.

"There's one more thing though.  A minor little thing," she continued.
"You wanted me to offer you the pleasure of a nice really big come.  What,
exactly, were you going to do with your lust if I hadn't taken you into my
own hands?" she asked, squeezing his cock in her hand.

"I'm so pleased you didn't stop sucking; that would have been a very poor
decision on your part.  Unfortunately, I can't understand you around the
tit in your mouth.  I'll just have to answer for you," she said.

"You were going to go off into your own room after and jack for all you
were worth.  You were going to keep all that lust to yourself after you
asked me to share mine.  Of course we can't be having that."

"Well, slut, I have another plan.  You will leave the dining room and find
the largest group of people you can.  You will tell your story, and say you
have orders from the woman riding atop.  You will put on a show for them
and come to me painted with your own cum by your own hand.  You will be
ready to tell me who else was there and how you made slut for them.  Be
quick of course that you will be hard for me later."

She pulled his head off her tit.  "Kneel and I will make you mine." She
rubbed her cunt against his face, nose and cheeks.  She covered him in her
juices, taking particular pleasure in the rasp of his beard against her.
She thrilled in the pleasure of her hand in his hair, controlling his head,
pressing it against her cunt.

Then, she pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply.  They stood
together, lips locked, arms wrapped around each other.  He smiled at her,
his arms against her filled with warmth and comfort.  She broke the kiss
and spoke softly.  "Storm, there is only joy and goodness in your desires.
If I had been able I might well have come for you exactly as you desired;
never let this discourage you from openness in the future.  I take you
because together we can rise to heights neither of us imagines alone."

Storm and Spring left and Ashley returned to the table.  Her heart was
pounding.  That was fun.  "I can hardly believe I just did that," Ashley
said. Her mother allowed that she too had not expected Ashley's response.

She couldn't wait to tell Dolphin.  Except Dolphin had careful plans for
the evening that Ashley had just disrupted. "O, fuck.  Dolphin is going to
kill me.  Mother, what should I do?"

"You must certainly tell Dolphin when you next see her; failing to inform
her of plans under her charge would be very serious.  If he has not been
given anyone yet, then she may be happy with your choice.  If she needs him
elsewhere, she will take him in hand herself and no doubt find an
appropriate punishment for you."

Celeste smiled at the look of horror on her daughter's face.  "Don't look
so grim.  She might take a crop to your tits, or decide you need not come
tonight, or similar.  Something to remind you that there are sometimes
costs without putting a price so high that you avoid boldness in future."

Ashley relaxed.  "I hope she chooses the crop if it comes to that."

The servant returned, his cherubic face crossed by a friendly grin.  He
offered that either of the women might be dessert if they liked.
Alternatively if they both desired dessert, he was sure he could get help
to make that possible.  He was also on the menu if their desires ran that
direction.

Ashley considered whether the servant might in fact make the final course,
eventually deciding that she would have adequate opportunity later.  She
and her mother decided to split a harvest fruit tart with fresh cream.
Talking with her mother about the role of slut, seeing the beauty in her
mother's pleasure had all helped forge a connection.  While Ashley was
still awash with lust, she was now present enough to enjoy the pleasure of
the tart fruit against the sweetness of the cream.

They discussed plans for the next day.  Celeste needed to visit the
construction site and review and approve plans for the next phase of the
factory.  Since Ashley had a much longer night planned, she was likely to
sleep through the meeting.

"I suppose I should call ahead to Rocky Point and let them know that you
are to be offered all the responsibilities and privileges of a guest
tomorrow night," Celeste said.  "This is quite short notice.  You might
need settle to be tied up and left for the servants' pleasure."

"That would be delightful!" she said.

Her mother laughed; Ashley had taken her jest in seriousness.  "Lady Rocky
Point would be horrified to hear you think her unable to provide my
daughter adequate hospitality even on short notice."

"Actually, the servants sound kind of hot and fun," Ashley said.

Her mother paused.  "Honey, you are truly wound tight.  If that is
something you desire, then we will find it for you.  I would consult with
Lord Oak Leaf about whether it is best accomplished with our own servants
or at another seat dear in our esteem but far enough that you need not face
the servants every day after.  Rocky Point would not be our choice."

Soon, dinner was at an end.


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I hope you've enjoyed.  I'd love to hear any feedback you have both about
what I've done well and what I could improve.  For more stories see
https://loversgrove.org/slutsinger For non-fiction discussion of love and
sexuality see https://venus-ardens.org/hartmans

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