Raspberry Dreams Part 5

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself.  If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***

 

He woke up as from a dream. He had been feverish for a couple of days, he felt weak. He thought She had been there with him, there was a light scent of raspberries in the air. His room had been cleaned while he slept. He tried to remember what had happened to him but he only had erotic flashes of things, bits and pieces, only remembering Her face, Her voice floating through his mind, the scent of raspberries causing him to become aroused, craving Her cherry red toes for some reason.  He heard a bell chime. He forgot everything as he sank to his knees and waited. He couldn’t understand it.

She strode into the room to see him kneeling. Smiling secretly She slid her hand down his cheek to tip his chin up. She asked him how he was feeling. Responding he told Her that he couldn’t remember why he felt so weak and drained. She explained to him that he had an allergic reaction to some berries he ate. She stroked his cheek; he gazed up at Her adoringly. Whispering he asked if he could kiss her lovely feet. She smiled, yes My pet you may. Leaning forward he lovingly placed kisses on Her feet. It aroused him to be at Her feet. Sliding his cheek against Her foot he groaned softly. 

Deep down he knew that he belonged to Her, his Mistress. She was a Goddess to him. She was everything. Lying at Her feet he rolled his eyes to see her. Finally taking in the details of what she was wearing. It was a light summer dress in a deep purple, that complemented Her honey, colored skin. The dress was strapless and was long, almost covering the tops of Her feet. The sides of the dress had slits in them that when She moved he could see her legs; he could tell She was only wearing the dress and stiletto sandals, the lacing twined up her leg hidden by the dress. The sandals sparkled; the silver drawing his eyes back down to Her feet. Staring at Her sandals he wanted to be the laces that twined around Her shapely legs.

Needing to obey Her. Wanting to please Her. Craving Her control. Blazing with desire for Her. Coveting Her toes. Yearning for Her smile. Lusting for Her touch. Dreaming of Her scent. Aching for Her. Feeling so possessive of Her. All of these things flit through his mind. She is a Goddess. She is Everything to him. She gazes down at him and smiles.

Pressing his face to Her leg he whimpers; not understanding why he was doing this. She watched him as She slid her hand into his hair, grabbing a handful she tugged his head to where She wanted it . She used Her finger to lightly graze his bottom lip, he groaned and tried to press against Her leg, he couldn’t believe he wanted to slide his erection on Her feet. Blushing he gazed up at Her. She slipped Her finger into his mouth, he was in heaven. She asked him what he needed; he responded that he needed to serve Her. She stepped away from him letting her finger slide from his mouth. She turned telling him to follow Her upstairs, he moved to stand and She whispered for him to crawl behind Her. 

Following behind Her, he did not see what She reached for when She got to the door. Turning She had him kneel up so that She could put his collar on. Feeling even more submissive he moaned as he heard Her buckle the collar in place. She attached the leash to the collar and pressed the folded leash into his mouth. We are going up stairs pet, She stated, moving quickly up the spiral staircase he groans and follows. 

As he crawled after Her he became more aroused because he couldn’t understand why he had no will power around Her. Whatever She said, he would do. She was waiting for him as he reached the top of the staircase. She smiled at him and motioned for him to open the door for Her. As She walked past him Her scent teased and tantalized him. Becoming more aroused he couldn’t decide what he was doing in the garden. Her special garden filled with beautiful and exotic plants. Following wherever She was leading him; he moaned softly.

Raspberry Dreams Part 4

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***

 

 

He approached the long banquet table slowly. His leash was held up high, as she led him to the centre of the circle of stones, where it was now located. The cold bare wood was shining, well polished by his own hands so many times before. He turned and stepped back, raised himself up and reclined in a fluid motion, gracefully bringing his legs up upon it.  He stretched out. Toes pointed to one end, fingertips to the other. The leash was removed as cuffs were placed on his wrists and ankles. The shackles clinked and locked, close to his ears. He wasn't going anywhere.

He heard Her speaking in a lowered tone of voice, giving orders, attending to details. Footsteps went off in many directions at Her command. He could only lay still, drifting on the rise and fall of murmurs not meant for him to hear.

His collar was removed. He remained still while his hands and feet were trussed, like a lovely prime rib. His body was gently beaten with bundled herbs, preparing him. The light fragrance clung to his skin, masking the raspberry scent so strong in the night air. A faint breeze mingled them together. His flesh was tender under the lashing. He opened his mouth as an apple was pressed into it, then hands closed his jaws, clamping his teeth down deeply through its peel. A primal feast was being prepared, and he was the main course.

"He is beautiful," a voice murmured close by. Smiles and nods were exchanged knowingly. He was still in a light trance from the occasional ringing of bells. He roused, thinking they must be talking about him.  His sex hardened as he felt a shiver of excitement.

His thoughts drifted amidst the sultry gathering. His shaft remained at attention, while eyes looked on, inspecting him further.

Wine glasses clinked as silverware tapped them in unison. Down deeper he went. A prayer was offered to a goddess name he had never heard before. His only dealings with a goddess had been his enchanting Mistress. Aside from Her, there could be no greater force to reckon with. She had him in ways he had only dreamed about... Dreams that were now real.

Soon female voices joined in a chant, while circling the outside of the stones, from left to right. There were so many of them. A small bonfire blazed close by sending sparks of embers into the night sky. On pillars were golden bowls of red, ripe raspberries. As the women circled, they would each in turn pause at the bowls, drawing out handfuls of them. They now circled to the right as each found her place in front of one of the stones he himself had placed so carefully on the perfect grass, until everyone was properly positioned. The full moon was high as they began their chanting once more.

A nearby steeple clock began to strike the midnight hour. One... Two... He fell deeper with every toll. He could feel the women surrounding him, speaking in an ancient language, counting out the resounding rings. Deeper and deeper down he plunged, as though he had never heard it before yet he was ever so conditioned to the triggering.

As the bells tolled for their last time, he was deeply tranced into the oblivion he had come to love. The circle of women began to converge on him. The scent of raspberries was stronger as each at once brought her offering to the table where he lay helpless. They were motioned to begin by his Mistress. The raspberries were poured out over him, then rubbed into his bathed and smoothly shaved body, leaving no portion untouched. The juices oozed over his belly and between his muscular thighs, down his arms and legs, and into his most tender places. The berries were smeared onto his cheeks, his mouth, his nipples... He was rubbed all red and purple as they in their nakedness began to kiss and lick him hungrily. They were chanting while they took him, their own bodies becoming stained with his while he hardened to an excruciating length. It was the largest he had ever been before. He ached but was so deeply entranced that he was unable to release. Not yet, not without permission.

The licks and kisses changed to bites as the he was shifted on the table, turned onto his side. The apple-mouthed entrée could not moan or cry out. Each one was draining blood, leaving their puncture wounds from long sharp fangs gleaming in the night shadows. The berries were rubbed into his backside and over his buttocks while tongues and teeth found fresh flesh in which to embed their bites. He was in exquisite agony unlike any mortal had ever known before.

His eyes opened slightly, glancing over the sea of faces, looking for his Mistress. He wanted Her to save him for Herself, but was too weak to think. In his fog he saw each face was Hers, dozens of Her were there, like many sets of twins ~ multitudes of his Mistress. He trembled and gave way to his fate; though in truth he could not resist it. They took him from on top, from behind, into their mouths... They were biting, sucking, and tasting his blood and their juices as orgasm after orgasm swelled and quaked. He heard Her command him to release, and he exploded. Now it was raspberries and his cream with theirs.

There was nothing left untouched or not taken completely. They we like cannibals, devouring his body, his mind. And his soul.

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Two days and nights went by while the fever held him captive in his bed. The empty stained-red bowl of raspberries he had eaten for his last supper was there on the nightstand. His sheets and body were drenched in sweat and berry juices. He had welts and wounds on his skin, from "thrashing and scratching" the neighbor who found him said.

"You must be allergic to berries, poor thing," she murmured as she leaned in closer, pressing her lips to his forehead.

"The fever has broken now, but you must rest. I will send someone down to help you bathe and clean up this mess you have made. Perhaps a little night air up on the roof would do you good."

Too weak to respond, he opened his eyes long enough to see a beautiful familiar face, while She softly smiled. She slipped Her cherry red fingertip into his mouth. His eyes closed as his tongue encircled it. He suckled and automatically began to dream of Her toes.

Raspberry Dreams Part 3

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***

 

 

He stretched leisurely, smiling to himself
The silken sheets wrapped around him, caressing him
His pillow was scented with raspberries
His dreams were so intense lately, he didn’t know why.

She was a prominent part of them
He wondered if she was real or imagined
She was watching him as he stretched languidly
He was delicious to look at, he was so eager to please her.

She had been training him for the past month
He was doing so well; at times he would need help
She would ring the bell to distract him again
He will forget about everything except her soon.

He was craving her, he needed her, and he wanted her
She wanted him to feel his body craving her
He slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom to start a bath
She smiled knowing that everything in there was raspberry scented.

She was slowly driving him out of his mind with desire
He was conditioned to the scent of raspberries
She knew that he was craving her, her touch, and her toes
He wondered why he was craving raspberries so much.

She was intensifying his reactions to everything about her
He added bath salts to the water as he settled into the steamy heat
She slipped into his room and followed the scent to the bath
The scent intoxicated him and he felt himself melting deeper, relaxing.

She heard him moan softly as he closed his eyes and leaned back
He started drifting letting himself relax, his mind was free to wander
She stepped into the room letting her robe slide off her shoulders
It fluttered to the floor pooling at her feet, she stepped out of her sandals.

She had decided to join his bath, she watched him as she stepped into 
the bath He felt toes sliding on his leg, his widened in surprise as she 
smiled down at him She was real, he didn’t know what to do, he had 
been dreaming about her He must have conjured her up; he couldn’t 
believe she was in his bath with him.

She smiled gazing into his eyes as the realization set in that he wasn’t 
dreaming He didn’t have to be told what to do; he helped her get 
situated in the tub with him She watched as he sat at her feet; she 
lifted her foot, he leaned close placing a kiss He continued placing 
kisses on her toes, her foot and ankle, he tasted raspberries again.

He slid her toes into his mouth and swirled his tongue along the 
bottom of her toes She turned on the jets as he started massaging 
her foot; she leaned back relaxing He felt her toes as she pressed 
them against his bare chest, sliding them across his nipple He 
shivered as his body reacted so strongly to her; he was craving a 
taste of her again.

She let her foot slide to his arousal, her toes pressing against him
He heard her whispering to him, her words sending him spiraling 
deep down She watched him as he melted so easily, he couldn’t 
think any more, didn’t want to He groaned softly, his breathing 
changed, as he slid into oblivion, spiraling deeper.

She was driving him to the edge; he was craving so much, her touch, 
her essence He was floating in the warm darkness, the abyss holding 
him safe as he sank deeper She was watching him as he spiraled deeper, 
he was so aroused, his blood boiling over He was driven to the edge, his 
body assaulted with the sensations she was describing.

She let him writhe under her touch, she continued whispering and 
caressing him He was whimpering with need for some type of release, 
his body was on fire for her She stroked his cheek, whispering words 
giving him release, and he couldn’t deny her His body feeling such 
pleasure, he released, relaxing deeper, his body sated by her.

She whispered for him to drift up, as she stepped out taking the 
towel, robe and sandals He blinked finding himself in the tub, he 
wondered if he had been dreaming again She waited in his room 
for him to join her, he wouldn’t notice her until it was too late He 
scratched his head wondering if he had imagined her being there, 
he felt so refreshed.

She had been real hadn’t she, it couldn’t be a dream; it had been 
so erotic it had to be real He thought he had grabbed a towel before 
getting in but he must have forgotten, She was drying off when he 
entered the room; the door blocking his view of her He had a towel 
around his waist as he walked past her; she stood there watching him.

He heard the bell ring twice and spiraled deep into the abyss again, 
she smiled She kissed his cheek softly as she whispered to him; it 
was like his dream had continued His body was liquid desire; a few 
words, he was enthralled, deep under her control again She led him 
to the bed and had him lie down; she took her time applying the 
special oil.

His body gleamed when she finished rubbing him down, stimulating 
his bodyShe was ready to dress him in his outfit, smiling wickedly, 
thinking about the banquet He felt her hands on his wrists and then 
his ankles; he stood up feeling very relaxed She had him kneel as she 
placed the collar around his neck, hearing the lock click shut.

He groaned drifting up, she smiled at him, he was dreaming again, 
or was he dreaming? She slid her finger down his hard length, as she
clipped the leash on she loved him hard He was instantly aroused, 
he noticed he was wearing black leather he didn’t think about it
She led him out of his room, he was so complacent as he followed 
her, she was happy.

He followed her, his eyes on her, unable to take his eyes off her, 
lest she disappear again She directed him up to the rooftop; he 
held the door open for her as she brushed past him He was 
aching, he had no control, he was hers to do with as she pleased, 
he had no choice She smiled wickedly as she surveyed the garden 
oasis, leading him to the long table.

Raspberry Dreams Part 2

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***

 

 

He was suddenly awake, a puddle of perspiration and cum. It had happened again, that dream which possessed him body and soul. While awake, he couldn't stop thinking about Her, while asleep, he had no rest. The agony was maddening.

He pulled himself from the foot of the bed, the place he repeatedly found himself each morning, shaking and limp, exhausted. It had been almost a month of the same woman, the same dream, over and over. He remembered the first night, as moonlight streamed onto his bed, thinking he had seen a figure outlined in shadows. She was ethereal, otherworldly, with eyes that seemed to exude a dark light. It been a full round moon that evening. Soon there would be another. He had endured a month of moonlight and shadows to greater and lesser degrees... She must be a dream, riding on the light.

He showered off the sweat and dried white cream of his release, finding it on his stomach, his chest, in his brown wavy hair. This couldn't be from one time, there was so much of it. He must be having wet dreams all night long. No wonder he felt so weak - he had been literally drained. He ached in his groin and everywhere else, as if he had used muscles he didn't know he had. His skin felt hot and sore to the touch, too. Was this from a fever? He was feeling blank as he stepped out to towel himself dry. In shock, he saw that he was shaved completely. When had he done that? He caught himself before he could fall. This was becoming more and more frightening, but exciting too. How could he tell anyone. What would they think?

He went to his desk while still naked, finding the pc on and logged into a name he didn't recognize. There were words there that made him feel dizzy. Blinking, he realized too late that they were instructions. Then he was gone, blank again. He felt he was falling into the dark, eyes closing, the sensation of swirling deeper and deeper into oblivion. He couldn't resist it; this oblivion would bring him to his obsession, to Her.

When he awakened again, he was in a strange yet familiar place. This was the rooftop of his apartment building, his sanctuary before someone bought the top floor. It had been remodeled into a single dwelling, and the roof entitlement came with it. As his eyes focused in the bright light of morning, he saw lush foliage and even trees and grass, all growing as naturally as if this had been a country courtyard. There were arbors with vines and blossoms. Rows of bushes lined a walkway. Hedges were meticulously trimmed. The scent was intoxicating. What was it, he wondered as his eyes closed again, forgetting everything.

Hearing his name spoken, he woke from his somnambulance. He turned from his tasks, replying automatically, "Yes Mistress". A long table held all manner of fruit and berries in bowls and baskets. Wine and water goblets of crystal gleamed in the sunlight. He began pouring red wine into two of them without spilling a drop, then returned to moving some smooth rocks into a large circle on the perfect grass to the east. His sunburned skin stung as he moved into wakefulness. He took in the sights around him; this place now seemed an oasis far removed from the city, and far more lovely than when he sat on the dingy worn roof a long time ago. He looked down at his bare feet, suddenly noticing he was completely naked and the wisps of conscious half-thought froze in his mind... He turned, cowering and covering himself while a small gasp escaped his lips. He heard a bell ring twice before he lost awareness once more. He did have these slivers of memory slice though his foggy thoughts from time to time, like shards of glass intent on returning to their place or origin, but only momentarily. Then it was dark. And he was home in his little apartment. Famished.

He was so tired, almost too tired to fix a simple meal for himself. He opened the refrigerator searching for something, but it was empty, except for a bowl of deep red raspberries. They looked so beautiful, so inviting. He had been craving raspberries. He took the bowl out and placed it on the table where he took his meals. There was something else he needed, needed desperately, but what. He licked his lips, searching his memory. An arrow pierced the bulls-eye of his recollection sharply. It was Her toes, Her beautiful painted toes... He saw them, tasted them, craved them fervently. The more raspberries he devoured, the more he craved the taste of Her sweet juices, Her mouth, Her feet, toes and all. That compulsive thought lead to another, then to another, triggering so many more.

The dream began replaying in his mind again, over and over. The room was silent. He sat down, and began eating the raspberries with his fingers, feeling their texture in his mouth. He pressed a few between his thumb and fingers, and inhaled the scent. His tongue lapped them up. His tongue needed more to lap at. The words and images all returned. The taste and scent filled him completely. As he left the table with the stains of red still on his fingers and mouth, he saw the moonlight pouring in through the bedroom window. Still naked, he went straight to the freshly made bed. He felt cords begin to capture him as he breathed in the raspberry essence. He stretched out as they ensnared him. The voice was in his ear again, while he felt a tongue lick his neck, and teeth graze his nipples. He watched shadows dance on the ceiling and walls. Eyes half open, he moaned while the toes he craved found their way back into his mouth, to be suckled and licked.

He spiraled back down into the abyss. Nothing else mattered. A whimper escaped his full lips as his hard sex was tied, then tied tighter. Conscious thought drained away. Once more, She transcended all time and space.

 Was he... Dreaming?

Raspberry Dreams Part 1

*** Note:  This series started out as a poem that has become more, it is a collaborative effort by GentleLady & Myself. I am re-posting the original 4 parts as well as add to the series as We see fit. If you have comments, requests or ideas you can email Us.***

Tantalizing raspberry scent

Drifting around her

A sweet smelling nimbus

Surrounding her as she moved.

He was already melting

The scent driving all

Thought out of his mind

He was already responding.

Her soft lyrical voice

Persuading him to relax

He was lost in her web

She had lured him deeper.

Her eyes were dark and sparkling

He was gazing into them sinking deeper

She smiled knowingly as she watched him

He was slipping into the abyss.

She slid a cherry red nail across his lip

He was completely hers

She watched as his tongue slid across his lips

Her finger sliding into his mouth

She watched as his breathing deepened

He felt himself losing the battle within

She heard him sigh and knew he was hers

He was lost and didn’t realize that it was too late

She rested her foot on his lap

He felt her foot graze his lap

She watched as his body responded to her

He had no control over his body.

She was a beautiful enchantress

He had no resistance to her magic

He was craving her touch, her domination

She wanted to see him at her feet worshipping.

He had no idea of her plans for him

She was whispering to him, the words didn’t matter

He felt her touch as it set him ablaze

She pressed her foot on his thigh

He slid to the floor, almost like he’d been poured

She smiled pressing her foot to his cheek

He heard himself whimper at the touch

She knew all of his weaknesses

He was doomed to be at her mercy

She would use every weapon in her arsenal

He felt the silkiness of her sheer stockings

She pressed her toes to his lips

He kissed her toes wondering if she had told him to

She had woven an erotic dream around him

He had no idea where his craving began

She knew her pet had no idea that he was her toy

He craved her

He needed her

She had him on the edge

He was on fire with desire

Her toes sliding into his mouth

He suckled on them gently

She pressed them deeper

He swirled his tongue along them

She was everything to him

He couldn’t get enough of her

She could see how aroused he was

He knew he couldn’t take much more.

She was tormenting him

He was spiraling deeper

She knew all of his senses were focused on her

His body was being taken by her so easily

She heard him whimper

He started to tremble

She smiled as sensations intensified

He begged to serve, to please her.

She whispered the words he needed to hear

He let go, melted into a puddle at her feet

She enjoyed the way he looked

He was so responsive, a pleasure to have.

She smiled thinking of the pleasure to come

He felt himself floating up from the abyss

She whispered to him and felt everything again

He was in the middle of an erotic dream that never ended.