Jessie finds her inner self - part 2, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2011-05-19. Times viewed: 7736.
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- Intro: Events take a surprise turn for Jessie at the Zen Centre - MMF, Oral, Bond, HJ, Anal
[Author's note: Please read previous Jessie stories and Part 1 first]
Jessie finds her inner self Part 2
‘Well, that’s reduced the odds a tad now that fatso’s gone to clean himself up,’ said Jessie as Gordon fled the room. Turning to Arthur she added: ‘You can stay and I’m guessing the Worshipful Master here has first dibs?’
The two men exchanged guilty looks, before Nigel said: ‘Jessie is obviously a young woman of deep perceptions Arthur. I think it would be to her great benefit to discover our unique techniques for helping her find her inner self, don’t you?’
‘If you mean spit roasting me, I’ve been there before,’ said Jessie, chuckling. ‘In fact you’ll be doing well to introduce me to ANY technique that I haven’t tried before. Anal, oral, water sports, rear entry, bondage, deep stick – I’ve had them all practised on me in the past. Some of them quite recently in fact!
‘Why, only this week I was kidnapped, bound hand and foot and given a good seeing to by an old man and his son, so bring it on! What could be worse than that?’
Without a word, the Worshipful Master crossed the room to where a mysterious object was covered by a white cloth and, with one swift movement, pulled the cloth away to reveal what it was hiding.
A giant leather chair, similar to those used by gynaecologists, stood gleaming in the well-lit room, its polished stirrups and sturdy straps giving it an almost industrial look.
‘Whoah!’ cried Jessie. ‘Nice one Nige! Didn’t see that one coming!’ She rose to her feet and went across to examine the impressive hand-tooled leather and chromium inlaid seat, paying particular attention to the straps and stirrups.
‘So, you strap me in here with my legs wide open and take it in turns to discover the inner me, is that the idea?’ she enquired.
‘Not quite, Jessie,’ said the Worshipful Master, who was finding her direct approach a little discomfiting. ‘If you give your consent, we will ask you to be seated in here while I shave you, ready for the next phase of your induction,’ he began.
‘SHAVE me!?’ cried Jessie, laughing loudly now. ‘Is that what gets you two off? A nice bare pussy? OK then, but be very careful what you’re doing with the razor or it might not just be my pubes that get sliced off!’
‘I am a qualified gentlemen’s hairdresser, Jessie,’ said the Worshipful Master grandly, ‘I can assure you I know how to handle a razor!’
Jessie felt she had got the measure now of her two ‘instructors’ and felt confident enough to sit on the edge of the seat. ‘Go with the flow Jess,’ she told herself, ‘just go with the flow.’
Sliding backwards she leaned against the luxurious leather and rested her arms on the chair’s arms. ‘Strap me in then boys! I’m ready to rock and roll!’ she said.
Nigel moved behind the chair and whipped out a blindfold which he fastened around Jessie’s head. ‘Oooo! That’s a bit naughty, Nigel! Frightened I might laugh at the size of your personal stick?’
As she spoke unseen hands strapped her arms to those of the chair and then felt under her skirt for her knickers, which were tugged downwards as she lifted her bum to help them be removed.
Next her legs were lifted up and apart and placed inside the two stirrups, which were at the end of concave leg rest extensions to the chair’s two arms.
Other fingers fiddled with her blouse buttons, undoing them slowly from the top in a fumbling but strangely erotic manner, the fine hairs on the back of the male hand tickling her naked skin beneath the garment.
Jessie could feel herself getting wet and the familiar dull ache in her groin area told her that she was in for a good ride.
The fumbler finally undid the last of the buttons and Jessie was relieved that she had chosen to wear a front-fastening bra that day, as her generous tits were soon being liberated, their brown buds rising quickly at the light touch of the man doing the unhooking.
‘Now then Jessie,’ said the mesmeric voice of Nigel, ‘I want you to relax, to allow the tensions of the day to slip out of your body and to let yourself be stroked and soothed until you feel at one with your inner self . . . ‘
As he intoned these words Nigel was suiting each of them to an appropriate action, stroking her hair, rubbing her temples, gradually moving down to her exposed breasts and lifting each one in turn to kiss it gently, then squeeze her stiff nipples, rubbing his thumb around the sensitive ends, to send the most amazing sensations throughout her entire body.
Arthur, meanwhile, was working his way up her lower body. Her shoes had been removed and he had started by kissing her toes, then massaging her bare feet and ankles, before sliding his hands up her shins, around to her calves, his lips then touching her softly on each thigh, first just above the knee, then to the soft inner flesh as he homed in on her, by now, sopping wet pussy.
But the expected feel of his tongue seeking out her clitoris didn’t come and, as Jessie wriggled in anticipation of that electrifying first contact she heard Nigel say: ‘Arthur is going to be with you now Jessie whilst I attend to your initiation ceremony.
‘For God’s sake Nigel, I’m almost coming here thanks to your nimble fingered friend. Just get on with it can’t you?!’
Her cry was cut short as she felt the lukewarm soapy lather being applied to her thatch and a very soft brush being worked expertly around her lady garden.
There was just the slightest bit of extra pressure as Nigel worked the lather around the hood of her clit, almost enough to send her over the edge, but she still managed to hold back.
Arthur had taken over stroking duties and was doing a good job of suckling her breasts while Nigel got out the special razor he kept just for such occasions.
Not that there had been many lately. Tillie and Clarissa were dear old things, but he could not bring himself somehow to get excited at the prospect of trimming their sparse pubic hairs and so had ensured that the staff of office never picked either of them as The Chosen One.
This girl was different though. She had a bit of spice in her blood and, hopefully, would soon have his own spunk inside her very attractive body. There was no point in being Worshipful Master if you couldn’t conduct these initiation ceremonies personally.
In a few deft strokes he removed Jessie’s foam-covered thatch, before covering her exposed labia with soothing oils, which he began expertly to rub into her pink flesh, sending yet more electrifying sensations coursing through her body.
‘God Nige!’ she murmured as his fingers kneaded her groin area, ‘If you don’t shag me soon I’m going to squirt all over your nice shiny leather chair!’
‘Be patient,’ he replied, ‘the ceremony is not yet at an end. My handmaiden will finish your preparations and then your deepest desires will be fulfilled . . . ’
‘Handmaiden? What, one of the old pussies outside?’ cried Jessie in alarm.
‘No, my dear. I mean Francesca, who brought you in to us,’ said the Worshipful Master, feeling a stirring in his loins as he recalled the initiation ceremony he had performed personally on that dear girl some months previously.
‘Oh, what the Receptionist?’ said Jessie as the truth dawned on her. ‘I didn’t get her name, but I’m guessing she’s no stranger to this chair!’ she added, chuckling.
‘That’s quite enough information for now,’ said Nigel, laying a towel across Jessie’s by now perfectly smooth pussy.
Arthur, meanwhile, had finished suckling and stroking duties and was indulging in a spot of hand relief into one of the basins behind a screen to one side of the room.
While the WM had been telling her about Francesca Arthur had removed fully all Jessie’s remaining clothing and had laid a white gown across her naked breasts, covering her stiff nipples which he had so enjoyed sucking not moments before.
He, too, remembered Francesca’s initiation ceremony and it had been his idea to give her the job as a Receptionist, to ensure that he could continue to enjoy teaching her all about her inner self – usually on a Friday afternoon when the Zen Centre had closed for the weekend!
Why, only last Friday, he had taught her the secrets of the Scarlet Ring. He had prepared her for the lesson himself and had given her the bright red lipstick to apply before allowing her to place a perfect scarlet circle around the base of his erect cock, without using her hands.
It had taken several attempts before she got the hang of it, but she was a good pupil and had been most obliging when he told her that the second part of the ceremony involved this same scarlet ring being transferred from the base of his cock to the rim of her asshole with no further need of the lipstick applicator!
It had been a most satisfactory session and she had promised to let him go through the key points of the lesson again next Friday!
While Arthur cleaned himself up behind the screen, the WM stood in front of the chair and pressed a hidden button which turned it around 180 degrees to face the other heavy oak door, which opened slowly to reveal yet another dimly-lit room.
As he pushed the chair through the opening Nigel undid Jessie’s blindfold, so that her first view of the Initiation Chamber was of Francesca, dressed in a long, flowing crimson robe, her dark hair tied back from her face with a white ribbon, holding a bowl of steaming hot water and with a pink fluffy towel over her arm.
‘I will withdraw now my dear,’ the WM oozed into Jessie’s ear, ‘and leave you in Sister Francesca’s more than capable hands. When she has finished your preparations, she will intone the Induction Bell and we will return to continue the ceremony. . . ’
As the door clunked shut to signify that they were alone, Francesca winked at Jessie and whispered: ‘How are you enjoying your free taster session?!’ She giggled as Jessie poked her tongue out at her.
‘I had my initiation a few months ago now and I had to put up with Tillie doing this next part, which was not much fun!’ she confided. ‘Still, I’m Arthur’s special pupil now, so it’s quite good at the moment. He’s teaching me all about the Secret of the Scarlet Ring!’
Jessie gave Francesca another knowing look. ‘I’ll bet he is!’ she cried. ‘Now, what happens next, as if I can’t guess?’
Francesca blushed and gave Jessie a nervous grin. ‘I’ve been listening to some of your conversation on the private intercom,’ she confessed. ‘You’re very direct aren’t you? Poor old Gordon was in a heck of a state when he rushed out of the building earlier! It will take him weeks to get that stain out of his trousers!’ And she giggled again, this time with Jessie joining in.
‘We’d better get on, or the Worshipful Master will be getting impatient,’ said Francesca, resting the bowl of hot water on a side table and releasing Jessie’s bonds. ‘Now, if you come and stand over here next to me, I will give you a sponge down and towel you dry before I apply the oils and unctions all over your body, to prepare you for the final phase,’ she added, winking at Jessie.
As Francesca suited her actions to the words, Jessie could feel her body relax under the younger woman’s expert massaging technique.
Her fingers rubbed the oils and other unguents into her soft flesh, kneading her naked shoulders and smoothing down her spine towards her buttocks, which the masseuse pulled gently apart before working gently around her anus which, totally unexpectedly, Francesca then licked.
‘Holy shit Fran! No wonder you didn’t enjoy Methusula’s mother doing that to you!’ cried Jessie.
‘She didn’t,’ said Francesca shyly. ‘I just felt the urge to do it to you. Sorry.’
‘Don’t apologise sweetie,’ said Jessie gently. ‘It was the best thing I’ve had done to me since I got here! You can lick my pussy too, when you get around here. If you’d like to? It’s nice and wet for you . . . ’
To be continued . . .
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