Follow Me, part 2
Story by Olcas
Characters & Art by Suechan
Sarah stretched out and yawned. Ooh, that was a nice dream she had. Like floating naked on a river of silk, caressing every part of her body, soothing, relaxing. Just the memory of it made her smile and sigh with bliss. She had almost fell asleep again, almost surrendered to the soft whisper of slumber in her ear when she shook her head and told herself it was time to get up. She sat up and opened her eyes.
She wasn’t in her bed….nor her house. She was lying in some huge four poster bed, the sun shining through a window. She looked around herself nervously and slid her bare legs out from under the quilt. She stood up, her bare toes tingling in between the fluffy carpet on the floor. She looked up and down herself. Her pink nightdress and bra had gone, replaced by some skimpy black corset which barely covered her chest, and a matching pair of black panties. She looked at them. Her initial reaction was, surprisingly, that she looked good in them. They showed off every curve of her figure, accenting all the right parts of her body but leaving parts only for the imagination to see. Then she shook her head. Why was she thinking such things? Where had her own clothes gone? Then she noticed something else. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the bed. The length of the chains meant that she had the room to herself comfortably, but the chances of her jumping out the window or reaching the end of the corridor on the other side of the door were slim.
She sat down and lay against the bed, the carpet almost massaging her bare legs. “Strange,” she thought, “but I’m not that scared. And I’m defiantly not sad.” Then it hit her. This was exciting! This was what she had wanted to happen to her dull life. Suddenly the door to the room opened and a boy about her age entered. He was shirtless and his blond hair glinted in the sunlight. “And,” Sarah though, “HE was another thing she defiantly wanted to happen to her.” The boy was holding a tray with food, and he kneeled down beside her. She noted that he too was barefoot, but didn’t pay it much heed, her eyes almost drawn to his bare chest.
“And how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice full of sympathy. Sarah looked up into his eyes. She felt herself blush, but then noticed his ears. They were pointed, unlike her rounded ‘normal’ ones. “You’re a…” she began, but he stopped her with a smile that made her blush intensify. “Elf? Yes.” he said, rubbing the tips of his ears. “Do you….do you own this place? Did you bring me here?” Sarah asked. The boy laughed, one that was full of mirth. Sarah found herself giggling along with him, his laugh made her feel so happy. “No,” he said, “I’m merely a servant.”
“A servant?” Sarah thought as she gulped down the food. “The who’s your master?” she asked, finishing up. The boy smiled and the door creaked open. “My mistress is here now.” Sarah looked up to the smiling face of the gypsy dancer from the harvest festival. “You?” Sarah asked, surprised.
“Me. How are you enjoying your new home?” she asked, laughing slightly, the rings on her ankles and wrists jingling slightly. “I’d like to go home now.” Sarah asked, full of indignation. She had noticed her elfish ears now too, but was angry at the calling of this place her new home. She wanted to go back to where she belonged. “But,” came a niggling voice in her head, “what for? To be bored again?” “Come now,” the dancer smiled, “you haven’t even sampled what my humble abode has to offer. No work, just fun, games and….dancing.” And with that, she began a slow dance in front of Sarah.
“But, I……want….” Sarah began, but trailed off. The dance was…so….captivating. Each little twirl, each twist lit up in Sarah’s eyes. The metallic wristbands and ankle bracelets glinted light into her face, and a small red jewel on the dancer’s necklace swung back and forth. The shirtless boy stroked her long hair as Sarah stared at the dance, an almost drunken smile appearing on her face. The dancer’s dark skin, her long, almost white hair, the twist of fabric and bare feet, each movement, each little twist or turn of the fabric the dancer was wearing stole her eyes, enthralled her mind.
Finally, the dancer beckoned to Sarah. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stood and walked to her. She took her outstretched hand and danced along with her, twisting and turning, performing a dance that she could not have possibly known perfectly and with ease.
The dance ended, Sarah’s right leg twisted around the dancer’s left, their bare skin rubbing, sweat gleaming from the effort and enjoyment of the movements of beauty the two had preformed. Nose to nose, the dancer smiled. Sarah smiled back, her eyes glazed slightly. That feeling of floating naked on silk had returned. She sighed happily. The boy had stood, his own eyes slightly glazed from watching the dance preformed by these two stunning women. The gypsy stared into Sarah’s eyes.
“Welcome to your new home.” She smiled. Sarah smiled back, breathing hard. And, still in the finished dance position, they kissed.
“Welcome indeed.”
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