("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Primitive Hope by Mejau71 (address withheld) *** A tale of a true life transformation. Self discovery and sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet erotic world of bodybuilding. (MF, FF, inc, body-image) *** "Miss Wilson has asked for you to come with me." Said Fiona. "You know Cindi?" I asked in dire hope. "Where is she?" I replied, knowing full well I wasn't about to go off with some behemoth stranger. Fiona reached between her ample cleavage, bringing out a small note that she handed to me. Taking it, I opened it up to see a very familiar style of handwriting. It was Cindi's. "My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love. Trust it... Love, Cindi." Read the small note. Looking up, my eyes filled themselves with the astonishing image of this incredible woman. Her arms were so colossal that they bowed, hanging from her side. Breasts that were so inviting and full, bursting over the top of her ivory tinged dress. Small slivers of her spaghetti straps seemed to scantily grasp the dress that outlined her brawny frame. I was either going to be appalled by this creature, or thoughtfully aroused by what she could perhaps do to me. "Okay." I uttered under my breath. A warm smile came across her rigid face. I found myself profoundly intoxicated by her look and stature. "Miss Wilson deeply cares for you, Miss Sanders." Said Fiona. "You have nothing to fear with me. I hope you realize that." I tipped my head to the side, casting her a telling smile. My flirtatious side was obviously surfacing, which I hoped she could pick up on. My smile was met with a vivid look of acceptance and willingness. If there was any moment in my life where I wanted nothing more than raw untamed sex, now was that time. I had never imagined myself making love to such a woman until now. And it took my breath away. Fiona informed me that my room was no longer needed, and promptly offered to take my bags. Watching her move inside, my gaze was rooted to her invigorating appearance. When I suggested to help, she politely refused as she easily lifted my two suitcases. I knew they were heavy since I had to have the Bellhop help me with them up to the room, but the way Fiona carried them was simply refreshing to watch. Her skillful stride was graceful, yet determined as we left the room, and made our way down the hallway. Once downstairs at the main lobby, Fiona motioned for me to join her at the front desk, where she promptly paid for my room with cash, requesting that the clerk reimburse my credit card in full. I interrupted in haste... "You're not here to spend money. You're here to grow." She whispered as she raised her left hand, cupping my jaw with a gentle fingertip. Her mere touch dissolved my essence in front of the entire Hotel staff... I know Fiona must have heard me sigh because she hinted yet another wooing grin... I was simply taken by this unusual, yet exceedingly radiant woman whose only goal (it seemed) was to care for me in every manner known. Her bald head... those ripe muscles... her broad and mighty chest. Outside, Fiona had a limousine waiting for our arrival. The driver quickly took my bags from Fiona as she opened the door for me. Wow! I hadn't felt this pampered in years. This was going to be very nice. As I moved to get in, I could notice all the people around us look at Fiona, and her incredible frame. What an erotic pairing we both would make strong powerful flesh against soft, motherly skin... Oh my... Fiona sat across from me on the way out of the casino. She simply ordered the driver "home" as we left, driving under the dazzling lights of Las Vegas. Fiona poured me a towering glass of champagne, handing it to me with the finesse of a true lady. Accepting her drink with a coy smile, she leaned back in her seat to look at me fully. "Miss Wilson says that you and she used to work out together." Fiona said as she poured herself a drink too. "Yes." I said, sipping the rich champagne. "We loved it." With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper; "So do I." With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman... this divine figure of grace and power. "I can tell," I replied in burgeoning fondness. "You're so... so beautiful." "Thank you, Miss Sanders." She replied, taking a lengthy sip from her glass. "Oh, please call me Kristen." I said, still throwing her as many signals as I could. God, I wanted this woman. I wanted her to ravage me with those ferocious arms. If this was to be our mating charade, I was all for it. But what on Earth was Cindi thinking by sending this sumptuous savage to my door? Was Fiona her lover? Her bodyguard? I just had to know, yet didn't want to ruin this rare opportunity to bed this divine female. For being heterosexual all of my life, I felt as if I was falling right into the lifestyle of a true lesbian... a voracious woman in need of a touch from a similar individual. Our journey soon had us out beyond the city, and into the darkness of the surrounding desert. I had already drank three glasses of Fiona's extravagant champagne, and was asking for another. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings since the obscurity didn't reveal much of anything around me. All I could do was gawk at Fiona's smooth bare legs in front of me... those agile muscles begging for a suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip was fully justified in every notion. Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the limousine's interior, my instincts yearning to cradle that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel those strong inviting arms surround my frame. It was all I could take. I lunged for her lips with my own, colliding against hers in breathless desire. I shuddered in fantastic rhapsody knowing I was kissing this irresistible woman. Yet for all of her training and obvious weight lifting, Fiona's lips held the most tactile sensuality. The delicate texture softening as our saliva coupled together in boiling charm. And her balmy fragrance permeating my nostrils... It was beyond anything that I had expected. My hands reached behind her, grasping that smooth skull I found so attractive... feeling it's sleek texture beneath my sweaty palms as our tongues merged in complete unity and eagerness. Her manly sigh only fueled my efforts as our arms cloaked each other in undisciplined fervor. My lips broke their hold, gulping down my anxiety as her fearless limbs swaddled the small of my back. I buckled, she tightened. I didn't know it, but we had arrived at her home just as soon as the kiss started. Fiona unwillingly concluded the kiss as I tried to continue it. Shaking her head no, she lovingly grasped her hand in mine as she opened the limousine door. I understood that we had to come back down to Earth so we could unload, and go inside. And as I stood out, I saw that we were already inside a spacious garage. An entire fleet of rare and antique cars were all perfectly aligned, brilliant in their cleanliness. The driver rushed around to get my baggage as Fiona clutched my hand in hers. Not a word was spoken as we made our way to a nearby elevator, this was very odd indeed. My mind naturally questioned where we were at, yet the words Cindi wrote to me soothed any fears. 'Trust it.' So I did. The elevator lowered us down for what seemed an eternity. Looking at the control panel, I was amazed to see over two dozen levels within this complex. If this was some sort of a seduction, then I was certainly not going to voice any concerns whatsoever. Yet I felt safe standing beside Fiona's protective posture. It just felt right to trust her. The doors hissed open as Fiona led me to a nearby bedroom, which was vast and quite impressive. The only sound that could be heard was a low humm, obviously some type of air or power unit. But inside the room, there were dozens of candles that illuminated it's cozy atmosphere. The walls were decorated in some type of ancient Asian motif which I had never seen before. Setting my bags beside the huge bed, Fiona turned to face me at long last. "I hope you find this to your liking, Ma'am." She quietly voiced. "It's very nice. Thank you." I replied, unsure if she was going to join me. Closing the distance between us, Fiona lifted her arms to caress my flushed face. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back down later." She whispered as a kiss drifted between our deprived lips. I knew she didn't want to leave, but sensed that she was following some other agenda that was not of her devise. Leaning in to embrace her, she reluctantly stepped away, and walked out my bedroom door. Gazing at her defined hips as she sauntered out, my heart swam in the soothing waters of luxurious exultation. God I hoped she would come back, and soon. Unpacking my belongings, I started to become familiar with my new surroundings. With no television or phone, I began to wonder about. In an adjacent room, I found the washroom to be a spacious chamber that smelled of lovely native scents. It exuded a woodland aroma with fresh exotic flowers placed all around. The bathtub was utterly huge. It must have been the size of a small backyard pool. The pool let off a slow steam from it's surface with a bright shimmering light cast from it's depths. "This is a nice switch." I thought to myself as I remembered my modest, cramped apartment back in Chicago. I knelt beside the inviting waters of the bath, putting my hand in to see if it was warm enough for a bath. Indeed it was, and I was quickly back in my room to shed my clothes. It felt wonderful to be fully nude in this exotic setting. It was almost like a jungle inside the washroom. Extensive foliage that covered the walls from side to side, numerous torches that were anchored to the walls to give off enough light to see. I felt like so out of place being here, yet there was something so pleasant about this. I relaxed all of my misgivings, and slowly stepped into the warm pool. A long sigh followed as I eased below the surface. Oh, this was by far much more luxurious than any hotel room. Stretching my arms out, I sank into the pool until I was fully submerged. My long mane of styled hair lost it's form as I swam through the lagoon. Rising up for air, I bellowed out my complete euphoria as my entire frame relished the infinite sensations my body was feeling. I felt alive again... pure... whole. "I see you found your bath," said a familiar voice from afar. Looking over my drenched shoulder, my eyes noticed Fiona standing there at the edge of the lagoon, now dressed in a sleek robe that hung from her powerful frame. The thin fabric held a deep blue, polished texture, accenting every bulging muscle she possessed. Her arms reached up to slide off the elegant kimono. Crippled in awe, I watched as this woman's fully nude body was tediously unveiled. Gliding beyond those annular shoulders, down further along the fertile knolls of her bosom, along that ripped abdomen I so wanted to feel against my own... The fabric fell to her ankles as she stepped into the water. I couldn't move. I stood still as I watched this mammoth creature ease into the lagoon with me. I felt as if I were a meek animal in the wild... a creature just like her, plucked from it's habitat to mate with her in the most ferine manner known. Her arms extended outward, allowing the surface of the waters to graze her palms... Her primitive appearance enthralled me so... no eye brows, no hair at all on that unimaginable frame. Nothing but skin... soft, yet commanding flesh that was coming closer and closer. Her gaze was latched to mine as the sounds of rippling water was the only timbre that could be noticed. I turned to meet her as our bodies came within inches of one another. Her gaze held a measureless intensity to it... a simple, yet rigorous expression of need. My eyes fell to her breasts, and to her robust forelimbs. My hands extended out to place themselves upon her wrists, fluttering higher along their athletic form... I had to feel those muscles for myself... to appreciate this majestic woman whom held my every breath. I couldn't believe how fabulous those muscles felt beneath my fingertips. Her eyes fell shut as my scrutiny proceeded ever so slowly. Her languid breath fell warmed my forehead as my hands reached the colossal boulders atop her arms. There wasn't an ounce of soft flesh anywhere on her body, except for those lips that I so longed to suckle from. My arms lifted higher so my hands could roam down her rigid back... our foreheads pressed together as I inadvertently committed her physique to memory. My touch soon caressed the thickness of her backside, clutching each stiff globe of her rugged ass. She soon surrendered to the painstaking exploration I found myself basking in by taking my womanly frame in her own mighty grip. Her fingers crept along my wide hips, only to clasp them as she spryly brought me into her embrace. I let out a bellowing gasp as I felt her breasts press against my own... Thrusting my neck back, she sank her teeth into my bare neck. "Oh my God!" I shouted as her tongue thrashed violently against my skin. A series of low moans came from her lungs as her arms easily wrapped around my waist, hoisting me from the water. Her bald head buried itself between my dripping breasts... mouth agape as she inhaled as much breast flesh as possible into her famished mouth. I lovingly cradled her smooth head as I felt her entire frame press against me. My mind was inundated with boundless thoughts and images of our sumptuous union. How I would love to be an observer right now... to witness the erotic contrast of our bodies... a mighty beast matched against a buxom woman. Fiona carried me to the steps of the lagoon as she lifted me from the water. Both arms carried me as a man would his woman on their wedding night... One arm tucked beneath my thighs, while the other held my back... Yet this wasn't anything close to that uninspiring notion. We were both solely focused on one thing... My hands relaxed behind her bulky neck as my drenched mane of hair spread out along her rugged, glimmering chest. I could hear the downpour of the water falling from our bodies as Fiona effortlessly sustained my body, carrying me into my bedroom. I lifted my head to gaze into those turquoise eyes... completely vanquished in this Sapphic seduction. She took notice of my stare as a loving smile ensued. I was twisted downward onto the bed as her mouth met mine in a sizzling kiss... Now on my back, Fiona came to rest atop me as her massive arms supported her weight. Our lips were anchored together as her tongue zestfully filled my mouth. The mere power this woman had over me left me helpless in her wake. Still soaked from our bath, I clutched her cumbersome shoulders as our kiss became one of the deepest, soulful kisses I have ever confronted. There was simply no turning back now. Fiona could do whatever she wanted with me, and I was going to be her willing harlot. The hunger between us was unquenchable. No words were uttered in the hours that followed... Fiona and I united together in the most impeccable way two women could. Every action she bestowed upon my ravaged body convinced me beyond any doubt that I was forever a lesbian, a woman whose destiny had been fulfilled... completed. No other man could ever hope to bring me the joy and rapture that Fiona blessed me with that night. Yet every deed she awarded me with caused me to match her intensity twice fold. For the first time in my life, I finally tasted the essence of another woman... to see this tremendous body of muscle yield to my loving tongue made me delirious with fervor. Tasting the moist folds of her essence, only to find her clitoris crystallized my irrefutable fate. Even though this was my first real encounter with a woman, I knew just as she did what to do and where to touch. It's a language that only two women truly understand. A secret doctrine that once discovered, leads to eternal brilliance. I watched as her body teetered on the breathless cusp of orgasm... her savage behavior inspiring my tongue to suckle more. Muscular thighs pressed against my face, hands entwined together as she rocked back and forth between delirium and orgasm. The loud, raspy resonance of her bold gasps, thin layers of perspiration now made her body shine in felicity. She looked as if she were some Greek Goddess perched upon her altar of authority -- completely helpless to the dedicated tenderness of another female. It was then my inner most compulsions surfaced, and she was about to partake in this forbidden feast. Clutching those strapping legs, I motioned her over on her stomach. Still winded, she grasped the satin sheets in her mighty grip as my hands roamed across the sculpted globes of her ass. Rigid with muscle, yet still preserving their spherical form, my palms kneaded her flesh with the finesse it so rightfully deserved. I once saw this taboo deed in a porn long ago, and had since grown to be astonished by it's sensual significance. Looking down at each moist globe, my mouth fell upon her right cheek. Opening my mouth as wide as it could go, I splayed my tongue flat upon the flesh, hungrily lapping every inch of that ass. She could hear my frantic groans of necessity as I traced the sturdy tiers of her muscles with my flat tongue. My saliva dribbled out, lathering the ass flesh like a gaunt savage with it's first real feast. My fingernails dug into the skin, raking across her rounded contours ever so wickedly. My hot breath cascaded upon the quivering skin as Fiona violently thrust her fist into the bed. Looking up between her elevated cheeks, I saw her head swaying in the bliss of my anal assault. With my left hand, I reached up to her back and dug my long fingernails into the bronzed flesh, as if they were claws. Descending to her ass, scraping the skin as my mouth sank deep between the delicious cleavage of her ass. My lustful moans now were muffled between her cheeks as my tongue deluged the entire length of her crevice. I could tell that no tongue had ever given her this wondrous sensation, the look on her face said it all as she turned around to look at my face completely drowned in ass flesh. Our eyes shared a telling gaze of affirmation as my tongue circled her fragile orifice... Her mouth made an O shape as did my lips, now fully sealed to her asshole... My hands calmly rested upon both cheeks as I glazed her opening with my soggy saliva... marinating it for the forthcoming puncturing of her ass. Her entire back tightened as my tongue begged for her acceptance. Short winded, Fiona eased her hesitation and felt the spicy warmth of my tongue gain it's entry... Drawing in a long wailing breath, Fiona collapsed as her head fell to the pillow as her tart warmth enveloped my tongue. If Cindi could only see me now... If my Mother only knew what I was doing at this moment. All of the training and bodybuilding Fiona put herself through still couldn't tone up the muscles of her bowels, which was now being delicately swabbed by my frantic tongue. I was lost in the moment, focused on nothing but her, and my immersed tongue. She was so warm inside, so tantalizing. I couldn't believe that my tongue was lodged deep inside a woman's ass and I was loving every fleeting second of it. My fingers stretched her cheeks apart for a vulgar thrust. I felt her sphincter grip my tongue, yet that didn't hinder my quest for this ultimate haven of nourishment and wonder. Fiona cried out, I stabbed her again... she bucked, I clutched... we were learning our skills together as one. I wanted so much more of this... to be consumed by her whole... I would have put my entire body inside her ass if I could have, that's how deep our affinity was swelling. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making love to this creature of muscle and flesh. My head hung low as my body felt a sudden, friendly warmth encircle my womb. Hot scalding breath pacified my groin as Cindi hungrily sealed her mouth upon me. I briskly jerked, realizing how sensitive I was down there without any pubic hair to absorb the swift, loving actions. I could feel the strength in her tongue as it carefully traveled along the folds of drenched vagina. I screamed my delight aloud when she unearthed my hidden, yet eager pearl. Since my sight had been hooded, millions of tiny bursts of light came over the darkness as my entire body focused it's energy on my simmering womb. No one had ever brought me to the early stages of orgasm so quickly; another convincing indication that this indeed was right... pure. My wide hips were clutched in Cindi's grip as her dedication flourished with each thrust of her tongue. She must have inhaled my clit into her mouth because it completely robbed my entire body of any remaining resistance. All I could feel was the weighty mass of steel dangling from my head and quick, rapid jolts of my body as Cindi skillfully guided me to impeccable and utter delight. I began panting out loud, trying to be as boisterous as I could so that all could hear the pleasure I was feeling. I wanted to proclaim to all that this moment (and this woman) was mine for all of eternity. Each scream inspired Cindi to trounce her tongue across my clit... each gasp sustained her feast... My body that has dangling in mid air now swayed, only to be held in place by the sheer power of Cindi's grasp. My head fell back as the cold steel chains now lay upon my face... this shocking, bold new experience was all that I could have ever hoped for. Why did I waste all those years with a man when I could have had this? No time for questions... I was about to cum, and hard. My wails of rhapsody were shouted against the muffling links of steel... I tried saying her name over and over, yet now my flesh was dealing with the violent tremors that held me hostage. My groin thrashed about as I felt Cindi's assertive fingernails dig into me... there was so much hope between us at this moment. I knew it and each loving gesture Cindi bestowed upon me sent me closer and closer to a nirvana never before experienced. She must have had her entire mouth over my pussy... there was no way anyone could ever do this to me. With my arms still bound above me, my involuntary muscles lifted me up in towering ecstasy as wave after wave washed over me... I was now crippled in undying devotion from this creature. "Cindi, oh my gawd what are you... what are you doing?" I tried to voice, realizing that I probably wasn't making much sense. I felt the gentle reverberations of her low, voracious moans resonate throughout my swollen pussy. There is nothing quite like feeling a woman's moans within your most sacred and tender region. I knew she was loving every fleeting moment of this incredible act of unconditional love. I responded by lifting my legs up, and wrapping them around Cindi's head, resting upon the foundation of her shoulders. I easily held her in place as my actions only encouraged a deeper swabbing of my fertile womb. I felt her head gyrate side to side, sliding her moist lips between and under the folds of my pussy... whimpering in bliss with each stride. My ankles rested on her back now, tightening my lock... Another flash of light came out of nowhere. I shot up again, she lunged, I begged, she replied twice fold. "Cindi gawd! Y-you... have me..." I tried to declare. I was met with a soft wet tongue moving down my pussy, now focusing it's efforts on the scanty area of skin between my pussy and asshole... together, we discovered just how susceptible I was there. Slow gentle hearted strokes of her tongue greeted my flesh as I felt her soothing tongue revolve around my asshole. I shrieked at the top of my lungs; aghast yet delighted to feel this beautiful sensation now upon me. God, her tongue was so carefully slow and attentive. I had no clue how she was positioned for this feast, but it was unthinkable how she must have been. Throughout the flurry of images and feelings dancing throughout my mind, I could see me doing the exact same thing to Fiona the night before... just the mere act of having her tongue perform anal intercourse with me was mind boggling in it's concept. Loud and erratic gasps followed as I attempted to structure a sentence; "Oh, you're... you're tongue fucking me! My ass! In my ass!" My bowels savored that warm slithering piece of flesh that eased inside me as I tried to relax my muscles... I wanted her inside me, no matter where it was. To have someone you care so much for actually inside you holds a powerful meaning for us females. It is a expression of so much truth, and carries vast significance and the deeper her tongue went, the further I fell for her. I then felt her palms grasp each globe of my full, ripe ass... kneading the thick knolls together as she swam her tongue inside my ass. I simply couldn't believe that this could feel so good. My cheeks were aggressively massaged, and with each gesture of her hands, an equal and generous 'stab' of her tongue was felt inside. I then tightened my sphincter muscles to see what she would do... 'milking' her tongue in a way. I glowed with rapport as I heard a inaudible moan of approval emerge amidst my full ass. It was simply divine. Cindi robbed me of all possible hints or thoughts of ever returning to a life of heterosexuality. How could one ever rightfully decide to do so after such incredible acts of love are bestowed upon them? To me, there was no choice, except that of just her, and only her. She annihilated all the pain and suffering that poisoned my heart for so long... and hanging there like a gutted animal felt absolutely wonderful. It was just the right prescription needed for a complete recovery. After slipping her tongue out from within my enchanted rectum, Cindi stood before me and lifted the veil of chains from my face. My mouth was swiftly pressed against hers for an arresting soulful kiss to seal our act of unconditional love. Between her lips and tongue, I could taste the fruits of her labor... my ass. It was just as if I had tongued Fiona's backside, purified with the sacred aroma of sex and ass juices. It was distastefully erotic. I was soon set free, and now had ample opportunity to settle my score with Cindi. Up above I noticed a large oil funnel that dangled down into the pit with a gentle nudge, I motioned Cindi beneath the funnel, and clasped the valve together as a flood of automotive oil flowed downward along her beautiful body. The shiny lubricant cascaded across her chest and arms in seconds, and soon her abdomen and legs gleamed in the radiant oil. My hands quickly rubbed the lotion into her gradient skin, taking my time in the erotic texture and feel of oil against flesh. Somewhat odd I agree, but I tossed aside all that I had ever known or thought about lovemaking. Instead, I embraced all that was possible using whatever I could to show this woman my love and fascination for her. Her powerful body glistened beneath the single bulb of light that barely illuminated the dark pit. My flesh soon fell into her arms as we hungrily made out with each other for what must have been hours. We both cupped our hands beneath the funnel, and poured generous amounts of oil across our bald heads... down our backs, across our asses and thighs. The raw, untamed aroma of automotive oil gave our lovemaking a unique twist indeed. Cindi was a machine... refined and made whole since our days of adolescence. Perhaps I was to be the lubricant she needed to smooth out her own life, perhaps... I can't remember how long we spent together in that grease pit, but we ended up embraced on the hard concrete floor in one another's arms. We both fell asleep in the comfort of our nearness... But before my mind fell asleep, I gently lifted my bald head to gaze into her wondrous eyes once more. "I love you, Cindi. I always have," I whispered. Cindi's convictions held me firm. "I've loved you ever since I can remember," she replied. "I always wondered what ever happened to you since we graduated. Now..." I smiled in such tender bliss, peacefully whispering, "Now." Our lips meshed together a second time, reassuring ourselves that this affair was honestly true. A lifelong love denied and neglected, yet now falling victim to the assertive grasp of destiny. As her mouth engulfed mine, I knew then Cindi and I were going to be together for a very long time indeed. Our pasts were of little concern to us now, for we were acting as one. There were to be no questions or doubts, no hesitation, nor any reluctance on any of our parts. My head came to rest upon Cindi's brawny chest, silently slipping away to a peaceful sleep tucked beneath the protective hold of my lover's cover. My restored soul soared high in the Heavens of tranquility as I listened to Cindi's mellow heartbeat. The comforting vibration validated my thoughts as my life eased into a realm of new and intriguing promise. Cindi was to be mine for all eternity. We awoke sometime the next day, beginning the dawn of our love affair with a gentle kiss. We made our way from the grease pit into a spacious, dimly lit bathing area that was far different from my own private bath. The room consisted of decorative marble and ivory sculptures of large, voluptuous women that resembled an exotic, ancient Greek setting. Once inside, Cindi instructed me to wait as she slid into the deep waters of the steam bath where two younger looking girls intuitively came from side doors to bath her. My guess was they were in their early to mid twenties. The youthful ladies were silent, yet attentive as they slid out of the vestiges of their scantly clad, ancient looking fabric. Cindi stood in the middle of the bath, staring aimlessly ahead as the two girls tediously began their intimate, yet thorough purification of their champion. The girls were your typical looking women, not sculpted or bald like Cindi or Fiona was. This clued me in that perhaps they allowed other types of females inside their secret domain. The girls worked in unison as they shared a single bar of soap, lathering Cindi's sculpted frame and bald head. Cindi remained motionless, almost in a trance like state as hands roamed her physique, dousing her chiseled flesh with rich, lathery soap until all the oil had vanished. Their next task was foaming her bald head with soap-- shaving the crown and eye brows clean. I so wanted to ask what was happening, yet something told me to remain silent. The sight was simply erotic to behold, like something from a ancient scene depicted in a museum, or painting from long ago. Two willing mistresses serving their Warrior's every need. I tried to examine their expressions to see if perhaps they were resisting an inner will to seduce their Master. Yet no signs of desire was seen... they appeared to be programmed to do whatever they had been instructed to do. I sighed heavily, appreciating this erotic, and captivating exhibition. Cindi was then motioned over to the side of the reservoir where her legs, armpits and groin was meticulously peeled with a razor. Perhaps this was a daily event that she was subject to, and she obviously delighted in each second of it. The girls paid special attention to their shave, watching in acute concentration as Cindi's flesh was wiped clean of all remnants of hair. I then watched as they delicately exchanged the razor, sharing a soft meaningful kiss before initiating another stroke of the razor. I gasped, so enamored with the loving sight of two beautiful women tasting each other's precious lips. The sound of their moist kiss echoed throughout the chamber. It was magnificent to see and hear. The young Mistresses finished their undertaking, each lifting Cindi's arms outward as they guided her to the steps of the bath. They painstakingly motioned Cindi (still enveloped in her hypnotic state) out as they set out to dry their Matriarch's every curve with large, billowing towels of cotton. Cindi's arms remained stretched outward, now slowly rotating her body around as the girls did their best to pamper every inch of her Herculean body. Still somewhat damp, Cindi was then marinated in an assortment of rich body oils. The Heavenly fragrance filled the room, reminding me of a glorious garden filled with rare and exotic flowers. The girls' palms gingerly coated Cindi's body, now bright with oil. Cindi stopped, lifting her arms skyward as a low moan of indulgence was heard. The girls quickly responded by lathering her arms and back as Cindi gazed up into the Heavens, basking in the effluent grace of power and glory. One of the girls knelt, inspired to knead Cindi's lower abdomen and legs while the other affectionately grazed the smooth, bald head. Streams of warm oil oozed between their fingers as the skin was tediously stroked. My heart was pounding by this point, so inspired by what I was seeing. I had to act, otherwise I would lose all control and attack every one of them. "This is their ritual." A familiar voice whispered into my trembling ear. Turning around, my eyes were greeted with the angelic smile of Fiona. I gasped in delight as she lovingly placed her finger upon my lips to silence me. "Ssshh!" She softly replied. "They'll be here for quite some time." She added. I wanted to jump into Fiona's arms right there. Her hand slipped into mine, motioning me to leave the sauna with her. I somewhat resisted, glancing over my shoulder as we departed. The last thing I saw was one of the girls on her knees, arching her back as Cindi awoke from her trance, grasping the wide healthy cheeks of her ass. It was as if the girl was offering her flesh as a sacrifice to her one and only God. The cumbersome doors silently closed as Fiona could now speak freely. I looked down to see her dressed in a charming, cream colored feminine gown that hung to her ankles. I happily embraced her as she too was glad to see me. "Oh, Fiona. What happened to you the other night?" I asked, relishing in the loving embrace we shared. Stepping back, Fiona soothed my questions with a fingertip to my chin. She had just done her nails too, now glowing in a fiery vermilion hue. "I had to leave, sweetheart," she replied. "That was just the way Mother wanted." "Mother?" I asked. "The lady with the buzz cut, honey. She is our Mother here. She owns this boroughs" Fiona explained. "But..." I tried to ask. "Sssh. I'll explain it all shortly, sweetheart. Now we have to feed you, and get you out on the rocks," she said. I nodded in agreement, and followed her lead out of the bathing area. I was guided to a different part of the compound after Fiona dressed me in a more suitable outfit. A short, coal black satin robe that barely covered my hips and busty chest. I felt a bit more relaxed now, yet desperately wanting a bath considering I was still quite grubby from the night before. I abandoned that wish soon after I was brought into what looked like a cafeteria. Soft, melodious music was heard as I strolled into the dining area where dozens of other women were gathered for breakfast. It was astonishing to see, women of all different types dressed in elegant robes and gowns of ancient design. Large artistic murals covered the walls with scenes of women throughout the ages. Enormous tinted windows surrounded the area, allowing all to see the majestic landscape of the desert outside. The warm sun cast a heavenly glow to the room. I gazed about, seeing women of African descent... Asian, Hispanic... so many varied forms of splendor and grace. I then saw a string quartet sitting off to the side, gently performing a classical piece. The room evoked nothing but peaceful and harmonious affection. You could just tell that nothing but love and tenderness dwelled in this domain. Several guests greeted me with warm smiles and gracious welcomes as Fiona took me to the breakfast bar. The server, dressed in an elaborate servant's outfit, handed me a plate with a single piece of wheat toast, and a grapefruit. "You're on a strict diet of nothing but healthy foods and nourishment." Explained Fiona. I didn't say a word as I graciously thanked the lovely servant as Fiona and I sat down to eat our breakfast. I tried to take in all the lovely elements of this place as I hungrily ate my meager breakfast. Fiona finally began to explain to me what this intoxicating place was... It was a haven that 'Mother' started years ago, building a place where all women were welcome to discover their identities and inner will. Mother had built this with her own money since she was independently wealthy. Apparently, she owned thousands of acres here, and devoted every inch of land to this sacred commune. Women from all across the globe could come here and live without a fee, giving them a chance to discover their true selves through a healthy lifestyle of exercise and diet. Mother had excluded all men since it's conception, focusing on the true beauty of a woman's essence, and the natural calling each woman has to Sapphic devotion. I was briefly amused by it's concept, yet was intrigued by how something like this could exist. After breakfast, Fiona took me back to the room where I stayed the first night. Seeing the room was somewhat of a surprise considering all that had happened to me. "First things first. Let's pack up your belongings, and send them back to your Mother." Fiona said. "All of these things represent the old you, and don't have a place here where you belong." I was shocked, wondering how I would explain this to my Mother. How could I just 'up and leave' like this without a convincing explanation? I could see it now. "Oh yea Mom, I'm at some lesbian camp with a bunch of gorgeous women. Oh, and I'm gay now too." I thought, laughing to myself as I quickly packed my suitcases. It was all somehow making sense though. There was nothing for me back in Chicago. Nothing but pain and heartache... I loved my Mother dearly, yet I hoped she would understand my decision. Fiona promised me that after my reconstruction, I could make contact with my family and friends to let them know I was okay. Quite frankly, I didn't care at this point. I wanted this way of life. I wanted Cindi. Writing a short note to Mother, I explained that I was 'home' now, and that I didn't need these things anymore. Fiona arranged to have it all shipped out, and soon, I was dressed in primitive rags that scarcely clung to my frame. Fiona also dressed herself in similar attire (looking quite sexy in the two piece ensemble I must add), and took me outside in the blistering heat of the desert landscape. With no shoes or any protective clothing, Fiona and I walked for what must have been miles to a huge rock quarry. She carried a small carrying case filled with water for our journey as we walked hand in hand to the site. There, we found about five other couples doing what looked to be like manual labor. This must have been what 'Mother' meant as 'getting me on the rocks'. All of the workers were dressed like I was, primitive and bare. They were busy moving and busting massive rocks as their overseers watched their every move. I sighed from the sweltering sun above, knowing I was about to get a good tan as well as a great workout. Fiona set aside her bag, and showed me what to do in my designated area. Soon, I was busy shattering large sections of rock with a sledgehammer. I never had done manual labor like this before, yet knew that this would quickly shed all of the unessential fat I had. The barren setting of this quarry was so secluded, and very different from anything I had ever seen before. At times, I would glance over to see the other women struggling in their efforts, yet all of them seemed willing to be there. There was no cruelty or harshness from their partners... Hours passed by as I slowly adjusted to my tasks, perspiring heavily as Fiona sat comfortably a few feet away. I occasionally would glance up at her, taking in the full beauty of her commanding body. The thoughts of us making love gave me comfort in my efforts, and as the day lingered on, I felt the sexual urgency growing between us with each thrust of the hammer. I wondered what Cindi was doing while I was out here, what she ended up doing to that scrumptious, voluptuous matron who willingly gave herself to her... THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 48