19 comments/ 26247 views/ 3 favorites Petal By: Britease Now this is a little different for me, but I do enjoy reading stories like this, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing one. Not supposed to be taken too seriously of course, and I'm not even sure I've got it in the right category. No heavy sex, so be warned. Enjoy! ++++++++ I looked up as Karen walked in to our office. She looked beautiful and sexy, wore short skirts which showed her long, sun tanned legs off and flimsy little tops that gave a glimpse of a lacy bra. All the guys fancied her, and why wouldn't they? Me? I was jealous as hell. How could a plain girl like me compete with someone like her? For that matter how could I compete against most of the girls where I worked? Sickening! Pig sickening! It's not that I'm not pretty enough in my own way to be honest. I suppose my legs are my best feature but I simply haven't got the nerve to show them off like some of the other girls do. My upbringing's to blame for that I suppose, being bought up in a strict, religious family in a small village, with three elder brothers that all took it upon themselves to make sure that I came to no harm. Can't complain really, as my childhood was idyllic. I was really happy and still am. I do wonder though! I even bought myself a mini skirt a few weeks ago. Not one that was too short of course, but it doesn't matter anyway, as it's still sat at home in my wardrobe, waiting to be worn. I've tried it on of course. Several times in fact, and looked at myself in the mirror. Looks quite good I think --- No, seriously it really does! But something's not quite right. Maybe it's the shoes because I don't wear high heels or anything like that. Anyway, I just can't work up the nerve to wear it out in public. Maybe next week ---- Then again maybe not. We'll see. ----------- "Morning Jan." My heart leapt and my stomach did a somersault. It was Mr Holder, who with his elder brother owned Holder and Co. Ltd, where I'd worked for the last six months since leaving school. "Good morning Mr. Holder," I mumbled as he breezed past me, but I doubt that he even noticed. "Morning Karen," he greeted the other girl, stopping at her desk. "How's the lovely Karen today then?" "Fine John," Karen answered him, flashing him a smile. "Is there anything I can do for you ---- Anything at all?" She was flirting with him the bitch, leaning forward and sticking those big tits of hers out at him, one button too many already undone in readiness. "Don't tempt me Karen," he replied chuckling. "I just might take you up on it." "Any time John," she flashed back at him giggling. "You know where to find me." "We'll see," was all he answered, but he did give her a huge smile and a wink. As he left the office Karen raised her arm in the air in triumph. "What do you think girls? Do I have a chance?" For the next few minutes all the girls around me speculated on whether our Karen would one day land the very hunky, thirty-year old Mr. Holder. She was certainly one of the few who got away with calling him John, but then they were all the pretty ones who seemed to have the nerve. Was I jealous? Well ---- what do you think? ------------- Back in my little bed-sitter flat later that evening, I couldn't resist trying the mini on again and standing in front of the mirror. What did I see? A reasonably pretty nineteen year old with good legs --- Full stop! Boobs about half the size of Karens' if that, in a bra that did its best to hide them. And my hair? Oh damn it why didn't I pluck up the courage to have something done with it? Tomorrow maybe --- Probably not. Feeling despondent I took the skirt off and hung it up again, knowing that I'd never pluck up the courage to wear it out, and knowing that I'd never get to grips with a man like John Holder. Pity --- Sad --- Never mind; there were other things in life. With a wistful shake of my head, I slipped hurriedly out of the rest of my clothes, and with a last despairing look in the mirror at my small but perky little breasts; I leant into the shower to turn the hot water on. Checking that the water was hot enough, I stepped in and felt the warmth envelop me as the hot spray fell on me. Then ...... Then nothing! BLANK! ------------- I awoke not knowing where I was, feeling rather groggy and fighting to force my eyes open. God ---- where was I? I couldn't see anything! I tried to sit up and I couldn't. With rising panic, I realised that my hands were secured up above my head, and as I fought to get loose it was obvious that I was tied down to the bed that I was lying on. Bed? Did I say bed? It felt like a bed, or at least it had some sort of soft sheet over it to make me more comfortable. Where the hell was I? What was going to happen to me? I started to shake in fear as it at last dawned on me that not only was I tied down, but also that I was completely stark naked! Oh shit, I was so frightened. Panic! A terrified whimper escaped from my lips. Was I still in my flat, or had I been kidnapped? I didn't know! I just didn't know! I didn't know or understand anything, and I was on the point of bursting into tears. "Are you OK my little one!"? Oh my God! Who had said that? Who was in the room with me? The voice was deep. Oh my God it was a man! I was tied up, totally naked, unable to protect myself against the man in my room. "No need to be frightened Petal." Where was he? Who was it? Why couldn't I see him in the dark? A cold feeling ran through my body as I realised why I couldn't see him. It wasn't the dark ---- I was blindfolded. Oh no! Oh please God no! I was going to be raped and murdered. It was then that I began to sob. "No need to cry Petal," the voice said to me gently. "You're not going to come to any harm." "Where am I?" I blubbered. "What are you going to do to me?" "All in good time Petal," he replied, his voice, despite my situation sounding oddly reassuring. "Please let me go," I pleaded pitifully. "Whoever you are --- Please let me go." "Now listen Petal," the voice continued. "I'm going to untie you soon, but there are a few things you have to accept." "Anything," I cried out in desperation. "Anything. Just let me go." My body jolted as I felt a hand stroke my cheek, and though I pulled my face away from it, the hand simply followed me. "Relax Petal," the voice tried to sooth me, and swallowing hard, I tensed myself to accept his caress. After several moments of stroking me and assuring me as if I was a frightened little kitten, I could feel myself weakening, relaxing even and my breathing returning closer to normal. "That's better Petal. That's much better," he assured me. "Believe me we wouldn't harm such a beautiful young women as you." Beautiful young women? "You've got the wrong girl," I whined. "I'm not beautiful. You've got the wrong person." "Believe me Petal, we haven't made a mistake," the voice reassured me. "I can see all of you, and you are indeed absolutely beautiful. Lovely fresh, young, slim body ---- smooth skin ---- tiny waist ---- lovely face ---- long slender legs and beautiful tight little breasts." I breathed in deeply, trying to control my breathing, astonished at what he was telling me. "Breath in again like that Petal," he requested. "It does wonders for those pert little breasts of yours." Despite myself, I found myself doing as he asked. Breathing in deeply and sticking my breasts out. I don't know what come into to me, but I found myself arching my back to increase the effect. What the hell was I doing? "Lovely my Petal," the voice told me. "Your skin is so soft and young." With that he started to trace the tips of his fingers from my cheek down my neck and across my shoulder. From there his fingers continued slowly down the top of my body towards my left breast. "Please don't," I begged him. "Please don't touch me there." The trouble was, my body was betraying me, and even as I was begging him to leave me alone, I was instinctively thrusting my bare breast up to meet his hand. I wanted it. Oh God how I wanted his touch! I needed it. Till then the farthest anyone of the other sex had progressed with me was to grope my boob through my jumper. Even then I had screamed at him for doing it, and ran off and left him. But I wanted it! Oh so desperately, I wanted it! His fingertips softly circled my breast, venturing, oh so wonderfully, up towards the tip, and so close ---- so close to my burning nipple. I was on fire. "Still want me to stop Petal?" He teased. "Yes! Yes please stop," I cried out. "No! No don't; Please don't stop," as he pulled his hand away. He continued to use his fingertips to explore my body. Touching, stroking and teasing me unmercifully, but without actually invading my most intimate parts. I felt the control of my body being wrestled away from me, and I was shaking and shivering all over. My breaths were becoming shorter and shorter till I was panting aloud, fighting to suck each breath into my lungs. I became aware of a thumping sound, and realised that it was my heels and calves against the bed as my uncontrolled legs thrashed around. It mounted --- more intense ---- more out of control ---- Ahhhh!! Then I orgasmed! ---- Bloody hell ---- my first time ever! The first time in my short life. "Beautiful Petal," the voice congratulated me. "If you can cum so easily from just being stroked, then imagine what it will be like later on." Oh my God, I was still a virgin. Yes, a nineteen-year-old virgin, and I didn't want him to do that to me ----- Or did I! Slowly I came back down from the peak that I had scaled, as he softly stroked my hair and my cheeks and my shoulders. "Did you like that Petal?" I just nodded my agreement, unable to find the words. Still fighting for my breath. "Are you ready for the rest of the evening then?" he asked, and I shivered at what his words could actually mean. "Where am I?" I pleaded with him again. "Please tell me." "You're safe," he replied. "That's all you have to know." "Can you take my blindfold off please?" "Oh no Petal," he answered. "You're safe as long as you keep it on. If we took it off, then who knows?" His words made me feel nervous again, and I started to sniffle, as I fought to hold back my tears. "Why do you keep calling me Petal," I asked at last, relaxing as he reassuringly continued to stroke my still naked body. "Well Petal, Haven't you guessed?" "No." "Well that's your name sweetheart. All the time you are here, that's what you will be known as." Oh my God ---- who's hands had I fallen into? "Can you at least untie me," I asked without much hope. Thinking that they, whoever they were, were going to keep me restrained. Without further comment, the man, whoever he was, reached up and in an instant my hands were free. "Thank you." I thought it best to thank him. "Come on Petal," he said to me taking my now free hands. Then he pulled me up till I was sitting upright on the bed. "Are you OK?" I didn't answer him, but put my hands to my face and tried to tear the blindfold off, only to find that it was securely attached right around my head, but leaving my face free from my nose right down. "Specially designed my dear," he told me. "Keeps your eyes covered, but leaves the rest of your lovely face free." I felt the thing and discovered it was made of leather. No, not leather, but suede or something. When I traced it to the back of my head, I felt with my fingers a small padlock. God I was locked into it. "Don't worry Petal. I have the key and you'll be released when the time is right." He then took my hand and carefully pulled me off the bed till I was standing upright. Supporting me till I found my balance, he then let go of me. "Yes Petal," he almost crooned. "As beautiful as we expected." "I'm not beautiful," I cried, reaching up with my hands to try to cover my breasts. "My boobs are too small and my hair is awful and ...." Petal!" He interrupted me. "Your breasts are perfect for your slender build. They are maybe the most wonderful little breasts I have seen for a long time, and believe me I have seen many." Did he mean that? Whether he did or not, I instinctively dropped my hands down to my side. "And your hair? Have you felt your hair?" My hands shot upwards to feel my hair. Where the hell was it? Oh damn, where was my hair. It was only then that I realised that my hair had been cut short. Like, really short. "What have you done to me," I cried out in anguish, worrying that they had almost scalped me and left me near bald. "Relax Petal," he soothed me. "Your hair has been cut by a world famous stylist. It's beautiful and suits you perfectly." I ran my hands over my head, trying to imagine what it looked like, when he surprised me again. "How do you like the earrings Petal?" "I don't wear earrings," I shot back. "You do now!" Reaching up, I was astonished to discover, that on each ear there was something dangling. "But I don't wear them," I protested. "My ears aren't pierced." "They are now Petal," he informed me. "And the earrings you have on are genuine diamonds." What was happening to me? Who was this doing all these things to me? "Feel between your legs my dear," he went on. "You've got another surprise." Tentatively, I ran one of my hands down my body and ..... Oh bloody hell ..... My pussy was completely shaven! "Believe me Petal my dear, it looks delightful from where I'm standing." "Why are you doing this all to me?" I demanded, my confidence that they perhaps meant me no harm giving me a little bravado. "You are a chosen one my little Petal," he told me. "You are a very lucky young girl." Before I had the chance to take that in, he eased me back to sit down on the bed, took my feet one by one, and put some shoes on them. Strange? Back up on my feet, I found myself tottering on a pair of high heels. "I don't wear heels," I confessed. "I've never worn them." "You'll soon get used to them Petal," he informed me. "They're not too high to begin with." He then led me by the hand around the room till I started to get used to walking in high heels. The sensation in my legs through walking in them was interesting, and especially in my calves which felt a bit stretched. Then suddenly I felt a slight chill on my nude body, which may have meant we had left the room. "Where are we going?" I asked, still completely unsighted due to the blindfold, trustingly following him as he still led me by the hand. "You'll find out in a moment," the voice comforted me. "You have an exciting evening ahead of you." Nervously, not knowing what was ahead of me, I followed his lead, only aware that other than a pair of valuable earrings and high heels I was absolutely in the nude. I held back as the air suddenly got somewhat warmer, and I heard a buzz of sound ahead of me. People talking! A lot of people! Oh my God! "Come on Petal," my mentor encouraged me, dragging me reluctantly behind him as I tried to hold back. "Nothing to worry about I promise." I allowed him to lead me forward, suddenly aware that there were people all around me and that I was naked. "Lovely young girl," I heard a deep voice say to my left. "Stunning body," spoke up another on the other side of me. "So slender." "Such beautiful little tits," came a third male voice, straight in front of me and so close that I took a step back. "Just look at her skin," yet another man commented. "It's so smooth, unblemished, so kissably perfect." "No," remarked yet another guy from behind. "Just look at her shapely legs boys. And what a perfect ass." I shivered as I realised that I was naked and surrounded by a group of men who were examining my exposed body. Trying not to be too obvious, I stood up a little straighter and arched my back to make my tits stick out a bit more. Murmurs of appreciation from all around me, told that my little attempt at posing for them had been anything but unobvious. Oh go for it girl. Clasping my hands behind my back, I pulled my shoulders back as far as I could comfortably stretch them, and stuck my little tits out proudly for them to admire. The murmurs changed to gasps and even a few groans of amazement. I was shocked at my wanton behaviour but couldn't keep the cheeky grin from my face. "George," I heard my leader say to someone. "This is Petal. Can I leave her in your hands for a while?" He patted me on my bare bottom and I sensed him moving away from me. In a blind panic, literally, I wildly waved my hands around to try to find the only familiar thing to cling back onto. But he wasn't there! He'd gone! All my bravado deserted me and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again. "Come along with me Petal," I heard a new voice say to me, and I felt his arm encircle my waist as he spun me around in another direction. "You really are as lovely as they were all saying you were." I became acutely aware of his hand on the bare skin around my waist, and to my surprise found that I really liked it. I quite liked it as well when his hand slipped down and cupped my bottom. I quite liked what he had said as well, truth be known. "Where are we?" I asked, hoping that my new man might be more forthcoming than the last. "Would you like to dance," he said, ignoring my question, and without further ado he spun me around and I found myself in his arms, aware that my still naked body was pressed tightly up against him. It was only then that I noticed the music, and I felt as if I was floating away with this new chap. "You're so beautiful that I think I am already in love with you," he whispered to me softly. "Don't be silly," I replied, embarrassed. "Kiss me Petal," he insisted, and though I said I couldn't, I soon found his hot lips seeking mine out, and despite myself I was soon kissing him back feverishly, throwing my arms round his neck and pulling him close, more than aware of the raging erection that was pressing against my bare tummy through his trousers. As his tongue sought out mine in the depths of my mouth, his hands wandered eagerly all over my bare back, stroking my shoulders, my waist, and yes of course my bare bottom. I didn't want him to stop! I'd never been naked with a man till that evening, never had anyone feel me like that, kiss me like that, talk to me like that! I was lost but I loved it! "Do you want me to feel your breasts Petal?" Oh, didn't I just, and I told him so, immediately feeling his hand snake round in between us, slide up the bare skin of my body and cup my naked breast firmly. Oh what bliss! As he squeezed and played with my bare boob, and then tweaked my hard nipple, my breathing started to get laboured again and I felt myself becoming wet between my legs. Within moments I was rubbing my breasts desperately against his hand, and humping my pussy against his strong thigh as my legs straddled his, desperately and totally out of control. Out of my mind. I orgasmed yet again, and collapsed, only not falling in a heap on the floor because he held my weight easily in his arms. "Wonderful Petal," he commented. "That's twice already." "How do you know about the first time?" I asked in surprise. "I was watching," he replied. Oh my God ----- how awful ---- how embarrassing ---- how ----- how wonderful! "Please tell me where we are," I insisted. "What am I doing here?" "You're in a ballroom with about fifty other people," he told me. "Half of them men and the other half beautiful young women just like you. Some of the most fantastically lovely women in out city." Petal "But I don't fit in," I protested. "Oh but you do," he corrected me. "And maybe one day you'll be the prettiest of them all." I think I blushed. It was rubbish of course, and I suddenly became aware again of my nudity as I felt someone else brush up against me as they danced passed. "Am I the only one in the nude?" I queried, surprised at how calm I felt asking that incredible question, and aware from feeling him up against me that he seemed to be fully dressed. "No Petal," he said to me gently. "All the women are naked like you, just high-heels, and bits and pieces of jewellery, and all the men are formally dressed in dinner suits." "What's this all about then?" I went on. "Please, I beg you, please tell me." "All in good time Petal," he responded. "All in good time." Then he whisked me around and twirled me in arms as the tempo of the music changed. We danced several more numbers, then he put his arm round my waist again and led me away somewhere, but not too far. This time it was me that reached up towards him and offered him my lips. He kissed me, oh so gently, full on the lips, while softly squeezing my right breast. I full well knew that there were people all around us, probably watching, but I no longer cared. Taking my hand, he put a glass into it, telling me to taste it. It was lovely --- some kind of sweetish wine. "So this is the new girl Petal, is it George?" The new voice to my right startled me, and I turned unseeing, to face the new person. "Yes Mike," my escort seemed to confirm. "Look how beautiful her firm young breasts are." "She looks lovely all over to me," the new man, Mike added, and this time I hardly flinched as I felt his cool hand cup my breast and slowly caressed my body. "Careful Mike," warned George, laughing as he did so. "You'll make her cum again and there'll be nothing for later. "Let's do it anyway George," the man running his hands all over me said. "Let's give this lovely girl a treat to remember tonight by." George turned me in his arms, trapped my arms firmly but gently behind his and pulling my shoulders back. My breasts were forced out, and hands came from nowhere to caress them, as other hands ran without restraint all over my nakedness. Then someone was kissing me --- someone else nibbling my ear, and yet another rubbing against my now naked shaven pussy. How many hands? How many men? I didn't know and I don't know, and I didn't care. My third orgasm of the night and indeed of my life hit me with a force and a passion that I could never have imagined. I writhed and screamed in ecstasy as they used my body, lifting me up, spreading my legs wide, kissing and probing me everywhere and I never wanted it to stop. I felt myself sliding into oblivion, unable to stand on my own or make sense of anything or anyone, as a thousand hands seem to bring me to the edge yet again. "More --- more --- please don't stop" I begged them, and then........ BLANK! --------------- Ring-ring ---- Ring-ring ----Ring –ring. I shot up, not knowing where I was. Reached over and turned off the alarm clock. Where was I? I looked around me and found myself in the familiar surroundings of my own bedroom, astonished at how I had got there. What had happened? Where had I been? How did I get there? I blinked and tried to think logically. Damn it. What an incredibly realistic dream! I did dream a bit and often had snatches of what had happened when I woke up. But never like that before. Never! Still, life goes on. So I leapt out of bed, turned the shower on, and dipped in under the hot water. Lovely. Wonderful stream of hot water to wash all my cares away. Applying the shampoo liberally, I rubbed it all over my body, enjoying, as I always did, the feel of my hands on my skin. SHIT! Where was my hair? Where the fuck had my hair gone? I plunged my hand down between my legs, and ..... SHIT! Where had my pubic hairs gone? My pubic mound was completely bald! Oh bloody hell! Oh my God! Was I still dreaming or what? I quickly finished my shower; dried myself, and went back to my bedroom. There on the bedside table, something glinted in the soft early morning sunshine that filtered through the curtains. On going over to it picking it up .... Oh dear! I couldn't and never could have afforded an expensive pair of earrings like that. They were beautiful. My hands instinctively shot up to the lobes of my ears. Dammit, what were they? Looking up at the mirror, I saw that I had two pretty little gold sleeper rings in my ears. Then! Oh no! Oh my God! My hair! Not only was it cut fashionably short, but it was red! Honestly, I mean it ---- It was red! Where had the mousy brown gone? Golly though, it did look good and matched my green eyes to perfection. Who was this stunning young woman looking back at me in the mirror? I glanced over towards the wardrobe, and what did I see? Impossible ---- but an impossibly expensive pair of red high heels that I had never seen before. How did I know that they were going to fit me? I slumped down upon the bed. What else could I do? A dream? I just didn't know. All I did know was that I had to get ready for work or else I would be late. What ever had happened during the night, I didn't understand, and maybe I didn't want to. But I had to get to work! I breathed in deeply and made my way over to my wardrobe. I'm a pretty orderly person and I knew what I was going to wear that day. My brown skirt and cream blouse. The ones that I had worn to work regularly for the last six months. They weren't there! Nothing I'd ever bought or ever owned seemed to be there! It was like opening the wardrobe of someone I'd never met in my life before. Slowly, almost gingerly I pulled out one thing after another. Even I could tell that all these clothes were of very good quality. Even I recognised some of the exclusive labels. Dammit, there was a fortune invested in this wardrobe, and it was all that I had to go to work in. I have to admit I was excited about trying some of them on, so slipping over to the other side of the room, I went to my chest of drawers where I kept my underwear. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the drawer, wondering what I might find. My frumpy old knickers and bras, or something more exciting? Gingerly I pulled the drawer open. Nothing! It was empty. No underwear. No panties. No bras. Oh my God! Shivering at the thought of what I was about to do, I went back to the wardrobe and started to try on some of the clothes. After a bit of experimenting, I discovered that not one of the skirts or dresses came down to even half way down my thighs. They did look good though, but maybe that was because I'd matched them up with a pair of super sexy high heels. No! Not the reds ones, but one of the other five pairs that I found on my shelves. -------------- Dressed and ready, I looked at myself in the mirror, hardly recognising the pretty, sexy girl looking back at me. My heart was thumping twenty to the dozen and I wondered whether I really had the courage to even go outside dressed as I was, never mind go to work. The fact that I had no knickers on under an extremely short skirt didn't exactly help! Three deep breaths and I made for the door, at least relieved that it was a lovely hot day out and that most of the other young women would be dressed for the summer. I hesitated, took another breath and walked out of the door! I would normally scurry along with my head down, not greeting or talking to anyone, but within thirty yards that all changed. "Morning young miss," said the postman as I walked by, smiling at me. "Morning Postie," I breezily threw back. "What a lovely morning." I carried on my way, well aware that he had stopped and was watching me walk away from him. What's a girl to do in circumstances like that? Well I did it! I put an extra spring in my step and swayed my hips a little. Golly did that feel good. Encouraged by the constant looks I was getting, I stood more upright, stuck my little boobs out for all they were worth, and swung my hips even more. I relished the feel of my little skirt as it swished back and forward around my legs, not caring a damn if I gave the odd guy a glimpse of even more than I should. It was only when I was half way to work that I remembered I had no panties on, and I calmed it all down a bit, blushing at what someone may have seen. I've never been whistled at before in my life, but I suppose I would now have to get used to it. In fact by the time I'd passed the building site and caused a bit of a stir, I was already looking forward to walking back past it that evening. I was enjoying myself hugely and already planning to wear the skimpy little sundress that I'd spotted in my wardrobe to work the next day. All too soon, I was nervously pushing open the door to our offices, and not one minute later blushing furiously as every man I passed stared at me open mouthed as I walked by. "Morning Karen," I sung out as I saw my colleague. "Morning Jan, how are y ....." she started to say before she broke off in surprise. I looked good! I knew it. Sitting down at my desk, I deliberately ignored the surprised looks that I knew were constantly being thrown my way, enjoying the attention that my new clothes and restyling were attracting. "Morning Jan." It was Mr. Holder. "Morning John," I threw back at him confidently, which stopped him dead in his tracks. "Jan I ....." and he dried up as he looked at me. Just like that. He was lost for words for the moment. "You've changed your ..... That is you've got ..... Crikey Jan, what have you done to yourself?" Karen was maybe history, and I loved it. "Is there anything I can do for you Mr Holder?" I responded, mimicking Karen from the day before. But Mr. Holder, that is John, just stood there, gob smacked, staring at the new me. "Problem John?" Oh damn it. It was Mr Holder senior. John's older brother, who was the Managing Director of the company. "No," John, the younger brother replied in confusion. "Just that Miss Merryweather here is ...... Well, you can see for yourself." The pair of them stared at me intently. John with a confused look on his face, and his elder brother, an impressive, fit looking man in his forties with cropped greying hair and steely blue eyes, more impassively. "I think you had better come to my office young lady," the older brother ordered, and duly, I stood up and followed him, wondering if I was in for a lecture about the provocative way I was dressed for work. Well --- I told you the skirts were all short didn't I, but I didn't tell you about the tops? I stood there embarrassed before him as he closed the door behind me, desperately trying to will my nipples to go down and stop being so damned obvious. "I'm sorry Mr. Holder," I started to say; trying to explain that I'd had nothing else to wear that morning. Realising that any explanation would be impossible in the situation. "That's Ok Petal," he replied. "You look lovely ---- Beautiful even. I hope you like the clothes we got you as much as I do." Oh Crikey! Oh my God! ++++++++ Well ---- I think that's the finish. That is unless there's a demand for a sequel. What do you think? What do you think might happen to Petal? There's lots of possibilities aren't there. Hope you enjoyed it! Petals of Pleasure: A Valentine... Petals of Pleasure: A Valentine for the Mind, Body, & Soul It was Gina and Craig's first Valentine's together. They hadn't been seeing each other long, but already new they were madly in love. And there sex life was nothing short of amazing. Gina came out to her car after work to find it filled with at least 100 balloons, as she gazed in amazement through the window she saw a small note taped there. She opened it to find a sweet note from Craig. He had written: "Dear Gina, on this the day of sweets for the sweet, let me say that you are nothing short of spectacular. I love everything about you and I can't wait to see you tonight, I have a big surprise for you. Ps, have fun popping enough balloons to fit into your car...and I hope you like all the small surprises hidden within...it's only a taste of what is to come this evening." As Gina finished the letter with a grin on her face she noticed that there was a straight pin taped to the bottom of the page. With her pin in hand Gina set out to find all the wonders that were Craig... all the things that made him so special, unique and wonderful to her. She popped the first of many balloons and from inside a shower of heart confetti rained down into her hands. Each tiny heart had been hand made by Craig--each containing a sweet or sexy little message. There where balloons filled with candy kisses, and candy hearts and tons of other little trinkets. But when Gina got to the last of the Balloons, she found a very special message inside... "Roses are red, violets are blue and Gina Campbell I sure do love you...wear your best dress and meet me at home, be sure now that you come alone! Surprises are there to be found, so look up and down and all around. When that is all through, I'll be waiting for you ..." Gina's face beaming with happiness, she went home to find her very best dress. When she arrived at Craig's house and entered his door she saw candles and roses and a table set just right for two. Music was playing soft and low and Craig was there smiling his very best smile. He took her by the hand and gave her a deep, sweet, long kiss. "Thank you for the wonderful gifts, that was a wonderful and unique surprise." Gina said. "Those were the small things; the best is yet to come. Dinner is not quite ready so why don't we have a drink and a dance or two." Craig answered. After a few glasses of champagne, a few slow dances and tender kisses they had a wonderful dinner together that Craig had prepared entirely by himself. When that was all through Craig said, "let's head upstairs." To that Gina only giggled and nodded her reply of "Oh yes, Lets." They rounded the stairs and Craig asked her to give him just a minute before she came into the room. When he was all ready she came in and he moved in and took a hold of her hips. He kissed her sweet lips, slow and long and pulled her closer to feel his growing excitement. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He told her to follow the trail of rose petals that led in from the door. And when she did she found a bath drawn for two. The water smelled luscious and was filled with soft rose petals in many colors. There was another bucket of chilled champagne on the side of the whirlpool surrounded by glowing candles and layers of loose rose petals strewn all around. Gina couldn't believe her eyes; Craig had made everything so beautiful and so romantic. As Craig approached her she threw her arms around him and as they kissed they began to tenderly, yet feverishly undress one another. They got into the bath together as Gina sat inside of Craig's outstretched legs; she could feel his ever-growing erection. Craig rubbed and washed Gina's back and shoulders and made his way around to her beautiful, perky nipples. He caressed each one, rolling and pinching them lightly between his fingers. He kissed her long neck and ran his hand down the length of her stomach finally coming to rest at her sweetest spot. He could feel her back arch and her hips pushing back against his groin. He spread her lips wide with his fingertips and found the sweet warmth of her clit mound under his fingers. He stroked and rubbed it gently in circles; increasing the pressure he used each time. Gina's body shook in response to his wonderful touch. He gently inserted his finger into her wet pussy and began to stoke her clit from the backside, from the inside and the outside of her body at the same time. Gina moaned in complete ecstasy. Craig's finger began to slide in and out of her body faster and faster, and then he inserted a second finger. That was enough to send Gina's body into complete convulsions. As she moaned and writhed her body against him, his cock grew so hard and so hot that precum began to ooze from its tip falling into the water in little round white droplets that began to swirl in with the petals and fragrance that had brought them so much pleasure. Gina turned to Craig and gently guided him up onto the side of the tub, she could see the raging inferno within his cock, and she knew it was ready to explode. She took it into her hands and began to gently stroke its length. She touched her tongue teasingly to the head, and then pulled away again and grinned a sly, devilish, little smile at Craig. Then she put the head into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around its thickness making sure that he could feel the cold metal of her piercing. Probing every bit of it, Gina inserted the tip of her tongue into the slit and Craig moaned in acceptance and enjoyment. Suddenly Gina engulfed Craig's entire shaft, burying him in her soft, hot, wet mouth until she had consumed half his cod sack as well. She kept him there and played with the tip of his cock by opening and closing the muscles deep in the back of her throat. Craig couldn't watch her anymore, he had to close his eyes; she was so sexy while she was suckling his cock. She brought his cock back up out of her throat so that the tip was barely in her mouth. Then she sucked him back into the wet, warmth of her mouth, once again swallowing him whole. "Holy shit, Gina, you are just devouring me. You are just swallowing me up and fucking the hell out of me with your mouth," Craig moaned in a soft excited whisper. Gina only grinned and gave him the lusty look of a woman whose soul was on fire for her man. And she took him in again, this time increasing the suction and friction with each slide up and down his cock. Craig moaned that he was about to cum and with that Gina tightened her mouth's hold on him and waited for her salty reward, and just as she had swallowed Craig whole before, she swallowed down every hot drop of his white jizz. Teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue as she did. After Craig grabbed Gina up, both of them still soaking wet, and carried her through the doorway to his awaiting bed. It was covered with dozens and dozens of sweet roses, their sent filling the whole room. "My turn I guess," Gina remarked. Craig turned and headed back towards the tub, he had forgotten one thing. He emerged with the half full bottle of champagne and he began to pour some onto Gina's full awaiting lips. "You must be thirsty after all of that," he smirked. He leaned down and began to lick and kiss the dripping champagne from her pouty lips. And they kissed ever so deeply. He began to pour the champagne at the tip of her chin, following its trail down her skin with his tongue. He drizzled the cold champagne across her bountiful breasts and onto her nipples, they responded by become long and tight and hard. He nibbled and sucked each one to its fullest point of erection. Gina moaned with pleasure. He made his way between the mounds of her breasts with his tongue, but held onto them, still teasing them with his fingers, as he slid his tongue down the length of her tight sculpted stomach. He paused at her navel and lapped up the waiting pool of liquid. Teasing her to new heights. He began to tease the inside of each of her thighs with the soft tip of a rose petal before empting the rest of the bottle over her smoothly shaven cunt. He decided it was finally time for his hot mouth to find Gina's sweet, creamy, middle. Craig buried his tongue furiously into her, ravaging her pussy with his tongue and fucking it with his fingers at the same time. Gina wriggled her body and squealed in response. Finally he inserted two more fingers and spread her hot cunt open wide. Working feverishly to bring her to a dizzying climax. His cock stiff in response to her overwhelming orgasm, Gina slid her way down onto Craig's awaiting rod. It was like a piece of hot steel entering her body and she moaned out in ecstasy. She began to move her hips and body backwards and forwards in that familiar snaking motion that Craig enjoyed so much. And as her clit ground against his pubic bone she began to cum again. Craig could feel her hot juices as they flowed out of her and ran down onto his balls. Craig couldn't wait any longer for his sweet release, so her flipped Gina over and positioning himself behind her he began to fuck her doggy style. He held her shoulder and used it to pull her back onto hard onto his cock. Gina was moaning now and rubbing her clit, as she did this she asked, Craig, fuck me, fuck my ass please, stick your hot cock deep up inside me and drown my ass in your hot, wet cum. When Craig obliged and switched to her ass, she squealed as his head entered the back door of her body. Then as length of his hard, hot, shaft entered her, she sighed in complete pleasure. As they came simultaneously, and fell back on the bed, Gina picked up a rose petal that lay by her face, pulled its scent deep inside of her. With that musty scent she new that the smell of a rose would never be the same again, for Gina the scent of rose would always be the scent of the petals that brought her endless pleasure. Petal's Punishment Author's note: This was my first experience at punishing Ariel and for me holds a lot of fond memories . . . hopefully those leading or that have led the lifestyle will be able to relate to the intricacies and smile at the inexperience, hopefully it will bring back some fond and maybe tearful memories. As always a big thanks to angel love who really is one, for all the advice and hard work in the editing . . . the Title is her idea too. The night is still, with not a sound to break its stillness. The moon shines down from a cloudless sky, as a soft evening breeze blows, sending kisses of its caressing coolness throughout the land. I am; however, unaware of all this, as I busily prepare for our special evening. Hurriedly I jump into the shower, turning the water from hot to cold repeatedly till my body tingles. Turning off the water I step out and vigorously proceed to dry myself and quickly dress; a black turtle neck, a black suit, all black. 'Black, the color of evil,' I think to myself. Funny how it's my favorite color. I hastily complete my dressing and make my way out the door. On the way down from my penthouse apartment I take a look at myself in the mirror in the elevator. At 5'10, with light brown skin and eyes, short cut black hair, athletic build, I like what I see and give myself an approving smile as the elevator reaches the ground floor. I make my way to my car, checking to see if my black bag of toys is in the back, before I start off to my destination. I drive quickly, the excitement building slowly as I near my destination. I arrive, and quickly make my way over to a non-descript red door, retrieve the key from its customary place under the door mat and let myself in. The house is dark, completely dark. I smile to myself . . . 'So it's a little game she wants to play?' I think to myself as I make my way along the dark passage that leads to the living room. Turning the handle, I let myself in. I turn around and appreciatively survey the beautiful scene that greets my eyes. The room is lit only by the soft glow of candles, and the wondrous scent of jasmine fills the air. Jasmine, a scent to excite; jasmine, a scent to delight; jasmine the perfect scent for a romantic night. In the middle of the room, with the candle light reflecting off her skin making it seem as if it were of gold, she knelt. Wearing nothing but the sheer silk bodice that I had brought her, she knelt eyes down, waiting in anticipation for me. I could see her quivering in anticipation. I decided to make her wait a bit, before walking up to her and saying, "Hello Ariel." "Hello Master," she whispers, "How are you?" "Fine, fine petal," I reply absent mindedly stroking her hair. "And you?" There is silence and I feel her shaking. She is apprehensive, maybe even afraid, "And you?" I repeat myself, this time in a firmer voice. "I ha . . . ha . . . have something to confess, Master," she whispers her voice barely audible. I gaze down at her, not saying a word, waiting for her to continue. "I have broken your trust, I didn't mean to b . . . b . . . but I just couldn't help myself. I went there today," she says with a sob, glad to be rid or her burden. I can see the fear in her eyes. Her lips quiver; her little body shakes and little tears roll down her face. Walking to the couch I sit down, and stare at her, letting the uncomfortable silence build. She stares at me with those limpid eyes, wanting to say more, so much more. She wants to explain, but she knows by the darkening expression on my face that the less she says at this moment the better it will be. Finally when she can stand it no longer, I speak. "Well petal, it seems you have problems following simple instructions. Tell me petal, shall I learn a new language, to perhaps express my instructions to you more clearly. German perhaps, maybe French or would you prefer Spanish as I seem to be the one unable to make instructions clear to you," I say, my voice quiet but each word hitting her like a whip. Silence . . . pin drop, deafening silence ensues. "Well, petal are you still having problems understanding, as I hear no reply?" I demand. I can see her biting her lip. She is torn between answering and risking my wrath, and not answering and risking my wrath. "I see that insolence is a habit that you have developed too, in addition to disobedience," I say. "You haven't even the courtesy to reply to a question?" Getting up and walking briskly over to her, I grab her by the hair, and bringing her face close to mine, I whisper, "You do not know, how much you disappoint me, petal." Pulling her up by her hair to a standing position and still firmly holding her hair, I drag her down to the basement where I have created my temporary dungeon. As I drag her down there, a thousand forms of punishment flashed through my mind, severe pain, torture, denial ... 'Yes, denial,' I think. Reaching the basement I proceed to where there is a pair of restraints embedded in the wall and commence to bind her. She is crying now, scared, frightened. I long to take her in my arms and tell her she is still my petal, but I harden my resolve, she must be punished. Going to the velvet lined jeweled glass cabinet, I select my favorite . . . crop, smooth with the shaft and handle velvet lined. I pick it up and gently caress it as I would do her cheeks or hair. Holding it gently in my hand I walk over to her, picking up on the way a simple sleeping mask. I place the mask over her eyes, but before doing so, I stare deep into them. Her fear is primal, animal even, she wants to run, her mind is in turmoil, she wants to run . . . to run into the night and let the darkness swallow her up. Her emotions show on her face as clear as the light of day. Noting her terror I chuckle to myself, in some way pleased that my displeasure has such an effect on her. I place the mask over her eyes, depriving her of her sight. Sight, vision, how we take it for granted, how precious we realize it is when we are robbed of it and enveloped in only our darkness, with only our thoughts to keep us company, with only or desires to drive us on, with only our passions to light our way. I step back, letting her take in the darkness and letting her become one with it till she can no longer distinguish and the only sound that is audible is that of my steady breathing. I raise the crop and gently run it down her body tracing out the contours oh so softly and oh so gently; almost as if it were my own fingers trailing lovingly down her beautiful body. As I work my way down her body I see the tension slowly begin to leave her and the taut muscles of her body slowly relax. Thud, the sound reverberates though the room as my palm makes contact with her rosy red cheeks. She gasps, perhaps in pain, perhaps in pleasure or perhaps in anticipation of more. I take my time waiting for the redness and the stinging pain I know that my slap must have caused, and follow it up with one, two, three more. She is not gagged. Except for the gasp that escapes her lips she makes not a sound. The room is deathly silent as I slowly unbutton her bodice, button by button, my fingers lightly brushing her skin, each touch soft and trailing, with the promise of so much more to come. Finally, when she is naked, I step back and survey her. She is beautiful, with her small 5'1" frame, the azure blue eyes, the rosy red lips and the slim and slender neck sloping gently to the small and frail shoulders. I'm mesmerized by her milky white breasts with those beautiful rose tipped nipples, her slender waist, the smooth shaven pubic area and her well-formed and shapely legs. Yes she is beautiful, stunningly so and she still takes my breath away and ignites in me the same passion she did when I first met her. Bending my head forward I suck on one nipple then the other. Gently I attached a pair of silver vibrating nipple clamps and set the level to soft. I can see the pleasure on her face as they quietly begin to hum. Trailing my fingers further downward I find her clitoris, gently massaging it with my thumb and then my fingers till she begins to squirm in pleasure. I reach for a nearby dildo and insert the tip lightly into her and turn it on till it is gently vibrating in her. Focusing my attention back to her nipples I turn the setting up a notch, watching her intently, waiting for the signs. I have not long to wait, for soon the familiar red flush creeps over her and her breathing becomes harder and faster. Swiftly but gently I remove the nipple clamps and the dildo and wait. "Master...," her voice is but a whimper, yet even within that whimper I can sense the desire, the want, the passion for release. Thud, again the sound reverberates through the room as I hit her. "Did, I tell you to speak, petal? Did I?" I say as I reattach the nipple clamps this time starting off at a higher setting and reinserting a slightly larger dildo, slightly deeper within her. Again I watch, I wait and again at the appropriate moment I deny her. Untying her I turn her around, so that her back is toward me and again I refasten the restraints. Picking up the forgotten crop I thwack, thwack, thwack hit her across her rounded bottom each stroke leaving a beautifully formed red welt across an equally beautiful derriere, each stroke inflaming my desire as well as hers. "Are you aware of what you have done wrong, petal?" I ask. "Yes master, I am, and I apologize, I am truly sorry," she replied. I hear the truth the honesty, the sincerity in her voice, and I untie her. Taking her in my arms I carry her to the bedroom, kissing her deeply. I make love to her with a passion that I did not know I have or possess. She in turn gives herself to me completely, her mind her body her soul . . . her submission. We melt into one another Dom to sub, sub to Dom till we are no longer Dom and sub, but one.