Sailing a Moonless Sea - Fourth in the Wonderland Adventures

Pushing sexual limits

By Irish Eyes

(Author's Note- This is a fantasy. It may arouse you. It may offend you. It may push the limits of what you feel comfortable with.. You may put yourself in the role of any character, if you like. It is a fantasy!)

I had recently been introduced to a new world of pleasure that was unlike anything I'd ever known. After my first three adventures, I was assured that there would be more to come.

I received an email again one day.

"Present yourself

Saturday, April 11

8pm

4747 Rosemount Court.

You need only bring your sense of adventure and a mind open to the possibilities."

Just the thought of what might be in store for me sent a shudder through my body. I even smiled remembering what had happened on my last visit to the mysterious home less than 2 weeks ago.

Every time I had been invited to the house in the hills, I had had a completely new and different experience, unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my life!! I was starting to realize that the possibilities were unlimited at this incredible Wonderland.

The day before the event was scheduled, I could barely function. Would I see the woman, Eileen, again? Which of the gentlemen would meet me there? Who lived at the mysterious house?? Who was Nora?? All I had was questions, no answers.

Saturday finally arrived and I prepared myself with care. I bathed in my large garden tub with fragrant lavender-vanilla body gel.. As I soaked, I breathed deeply of the calming aromatics. After stepping out of the bathtub, my body rosy with the heat of the water, I wrapped a soft towel around me and looked through my wardrobe for something to wear. I decided to wear one of my favorite black dresses. The dress had straps over the shoulders which criss-crossed over the back, cut down low to my lumbar spine, ending in a flirty hem. The décolletage was cut low as well, barely skimming the edges of my demi-bra. I loved the way my breasts looked in the dress and I felt sexy whenever I wore it. Of course, based on my previous experiences at Rosemount Court, I wasn't likely to be wearing it for long!

That evening, I drove the winding roads in anticipation of what was to come. I was excited, aroused, and a little scared.. I never knew what to expect. One moment, I would convince myself that I could handle whatever happened, since I had before. I was a strong, confident, intelligent, sexy woman. Another moment, I would recall how vulnerable I had been at the hands of each of the men I had met at the house, how insecure I had felt at times, how far my boundaries had been pushed, and how erotic the whole idea was.

I arrived at the castle-like house. There were flowers starting to bloom in the gardens around the driveway and up around the house. The scent of lavender reminded me of my bubble bath earlier and I took a deep breath. I walked to the front door and rang the door bell.

The door was opened by Nora, dressed tonight in a soft blue dress with varying shades of color. Her dark hair hung down her back. She always appeared so elegant, so poised, so calm and so mysterious. No matter how I looked (and I really did feel sexy tonight), I felt in awe of her beauty. She smiled her enigmatic smile that I found so intriguing and said, "Welcome, Caera. It's nice to see you again."

She leaned forward and gave me a sweet kiss. She whispered in my ear, "Do not be afraid." As she backed away, I tried to look into her eyes, but couldn't decipher what she knew.

Nora led me, not to the bedroom upstairs as I expected, but towards the living room on the first floor. I had been in the large room once before and remembered the tall windows facing out to the hills, unobstructed by other homes or buildings. The room was softly lit with table lamps and there was still some outdoor light from the setting sun.

Christopher rose as I entered the room. Oh, my. My mind reeled with the memory of our last encounter. He walked up to me and smiled, "Caera", he said. Just his voice pronouncing my name sent a thrill to my heart, and a tingle into my private places! I saw two other men in the room. As they turned to face me, I realized that they were Antonio and Jonathan, the two men I had seen here before in my other adventures. I smiled at each of them, but Christopher's voice called me back to him.

"Caera, tonight you are mine. You will do exactly as I tell you. I choose to share you with Antonio and Jonathan, and you will do as I direct you. Your entire focus will be on pleasuring us.. Do you understand?"

Oh, my! Three of my favorite men and an order to pleasure them. I love it!! This will be wonderful. I tell Christopher, "Yes, I understand".

Christopher steps closer to me and pulls a beautiful malachite necklace from his pocket. This is the necklace he put on my neck previously when I became completely submissive to him. I understand what this means this time. I am to follow his commands without question. I am to control myself no matter what happens. I will not disappoint him; it is the most important thing to me. I also understand that if, at any time, I wish to stop the scenario and refuse his demands, I may use my safe word (which Nora had reminded me at the door) and everything will stop. I know, though, beyond a doubt, that if I stop the encounter, I will leave the house and I will never be invited to return again.. I feel that I would do anything to keep that from happening!

Christopher lays the malachite necklace against my neck and fastens the clasp at the nape of my neck. The green stones glitter in the soft light and I feel the weight of the gold and the stones between my breasts. Christopher smiles at me and I feel beautiful standing before him in my sexy black dress.

"Caera, please take off your clothes now, one item at a time. We want to see you", he said.

I look at each of the men as they are watching me now. I could see desire in their eyes and I decide that I would enjoy watching them as they watched me undress. Smiling, I reach down and I slowly raise the hem of my dress, exposing my thighs gradually. As the hem slides over my hips, I see that the men are enjoying what I am doing. I lift the edge of the dress over my breasts and over my head, leaving me standing in my bra and panties, both black to complement my dress. I wish for a moment that I had known I would be doing this; I would have worn sexier underwear and possibly stockings. But there is no time for regrets; I will make the best of what I have. I lay the dress on a nearby chair. I reach behind my back and unfasten my bra. As I slide the straps off, I release my breasts. They are full and sensitive, softer than they used to be, but still one of my best features. I lean over to set the bra on the chair and while I am leaning over, I slide my panties down over my ass. I hear an intake of breath, but I am not facing the gentlemen, so I don't know who it was. I do find it a bit amusing, though. I step out of the panties and set them on the chair and turn to face the men, completely nude.

"Caera, tonight, I am going to push your limits further than you could ever imagine. In fact, you may finally realize that your limits, what you thought were your limits, are not as important as you thought they were. I am going to allow you to stretch yourself beyond anything you've ever known."

My mind is spinning, trying to understand exactly what he means. Where is he going with all of this? What is he saying? I begin to feel a bit more anxious.

"Caera, one of the rules of the evening is that you are not allowed to have an orgasm without my permission. I know that will be difficult for you, but you must obey me. If you fail to obey, there will be consequences."

Now, I am confused and distressed. How on earth can I stop myself from coming?? I am so multi-orgasmic that I come from kissing, from touch, from every possible type of sensual activity. How do I prevent that?? While pleasuring the men?? Is he kidding?? One look at his eyes and I realize that he is not kidding. He is intensely serious. But, God help me, I need to please him. I must.

"Do you understand?" he asked. I nodded, unable to form the words.

"Go to Antonio and kneel down in front of him". I follow his instructions, walking over to Antonio who has stood up and unfastened his belt. As I kneel, he opens his trousers, and lowers them, exposing his very hard, very lovely cock. "Lick him, Caera, suck him, pleasure him with your mouth and hands as you do so well. But you must keep your legs apart, you may not touch yourself, and you must not orgasm."

I place my knees on the soft carpet, slightly apart, feeling the cool air brushing my pussy (which is getting warmer and wetter by the moment). I slowly lick Antonio's erect cock, feeling him respond as my tongue slides up the shaft, circles the corona, and then I slide my mouth all the way down his shaft, as far as I can, sucking him deeply into my mouth. My mouth slides back up his cock with my tongue tracing patterns along the shaft, swirling around the glans at the tip. I lick each of his balls, slowly drawing them into my mouth, one at a time.. I am trying my best to give him pleasure and I know I am very good at this. I focus on each movement I make, each sensation as my tongue explores, tastes, stimulates him. I hear his breathing, I feel his cock getting even harder than it was!! It is too large for me to put in my mouth completely, so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, and use my hand and mouth together to stimulate every inch of him. I lose myself in his cock.. I love what I am doing and I love how it feels. I feel his cock tighten as he nears a climax and my body involuntarily shudders. Completely beyond my control, my vaginal muscles begin to contract and my clit tightens.. Oh, God, I'm coming!! I can't. I'm not suppose to! I can't stop!! I move my mouth off of Antonio's cock as I try to focus, try to control myself, to no avail. Waves of pleasure move through me and a moan escapes my mouth.

"Caera", I hear the stern voice through the pounding in my head. "You understood that there would be consequences if you had an orgasm without permission. Come to me." I rise from my knees and walk to Christopher, my calm façade hiding my turbulent thoughts. What would he do now? Christopher reaches to the table behind him and returns with something in his hands. I don't understand. "Caera, I am going to put these clamps on your nipples. At first, you may feel pain. You will breathe slowly and the pain will subside. You will control yourself. The clamps will help you remember that you are mine tonight and that everything you do, everything you feel, will be at my direction." Involuntarily, I nearly gasp. I have never had my nipples clamped. What if I disgrace myself? What if I can't control my feelings? What if I like it!? How am I ever going to keep from orgasming now!!?? My face is hot; I know that I am flushed, with desire, with embarrassment, with discomfiture. I take a slow deep breath. Christopher reaches for my right nipple, pinching it, arousing me and I take another deep breath, striving for control. The clamp slides over the nipple, and he tightens it up. Oh, God!! Searing pain runs through my nipple, causing me to gasp aloud. I start panting irregularly, breathing fast and shallow, then force myself to slow down my breath and take deeper breaths, filling my lungs. The fiery sharpness eases a little, but I can still feel it, of course. The warmth spreads from my nipple to my whole breast and straight down to my clit. Before I have a chance to actually begin to enjoy that part, Christopher is pinching my left nipple between his thumb and finger and slipping on the other clamp. Suddenly, my entire being is focused on the exquisite torture of my nipples as I struggle to breathe again. As my breathing slows and becomes a bit more steady (although far from truly steady), I again feel the spreading warmth. My clit feels the heat and a bit of a tingle, but I continue to try to breathe through this. Obviously, I cannot allow myself the pleasure of an orgasm again!! I try to focus on something else, anything else. I look around and see Antonio, still hard as a rock, and near him, Jonathan, now naked and exhibiting an extremely aroused cock as well. Well, that certainly doesn't help me take my mind off my clamped nipples and throbbing clit!!

Christopher reaches to the table again and returns with a chain which he attaches to the nipple clamps. The pain has decreased, but still has a certain intensity. Attaching the chain with its extra weight pulls against the clamps and I catch my breath once again!! Oh, my!! As soon as I think I can handle one thing, he does something more, pushing me farther over the edge. OMG!! I don't even know where the edge is anymore!! I must stay in control. I must show him that I care enough to behave properly, but my head is spinning and I don't know what to do, how to act, half the time. All I can do is respond to each new thing with control and breathing, facing my fears and overcoming them one at a time as I strive to please Christopher. I must not disappoint him.

The pain is starting to dissipate a bit, but every little motion of my body, including breathing, moves the clamps and the chain a bit, reminding me of their presence. I feel hot tears forming in my eyes and blink them away quickly. No, I won't cry!!

Christopher leans forward and gently kisses me, his lips soothing the heat of my face, and I feel his love for me. "You are doing very well, little one. Now, we move on. Jonathan is waiting for you. You will kneel and you will give his cock your full attention. You may use your mouth and your hands, but, remember, you must keep your legs apart and you must not have an orgasm. Do you understand?"

I nearly nod, but realize the movement will move the clamps, accentuating the sensation. So, I speak softly, "Yes, Christopher".

I move slowly, feeling the weight of the clamps and the chain on my breasts, and I kneel before Jonathan. I carefully place my knees as far apart as I can to avoid any pressure between my legs. I take a slow deep breath to calm myself but that doesn't do much to distract me from the insistent stimulation of my nipples. I turn all my attention to Jonathan's very hard, very hot cock, my lips, my tongue, giving him everything I have. I feel his response and hear his breathing change. I make love to his cock with my hands, my mouth, enjoying the pleasure of his pleasure. For a few moments, I can take my mind to a different level, not really feeling the pain in my nipples anymore, but feeling a lovely warmth throughout my body. My mouth senses the transition as he nears his orgasm and I refocus on the present. As his cock tightens and the warm ejaculate erupts from him, I take him into my mouth and taste the sweetness of his fluid. I feel the spasms as he comes, filling me, not just my mouth, but filling me metaphorically. Completely against all reason, I begin to feel the waves of my own orgasm again!! No, No, I mustn't. I try to clamp my legs together, as if that would stop it, but the sudden shift of my balance swings the nipple clamps abruptly sending searing heat to my clit which is already throbbing and ready to explode with my climax. I try desperately to hold as still as possible. If I can't stop the orgasm, perhaps I can at least not be obvious about it. Suddenly, a hand is thrust between my legs and fingers are pressed up into my vagina, immediately grasped by my contracting muscles. Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, God!! Oh God!!! I cry out, unable to contain myself at all as wave after wave carries me through the strong orgasm.

It seems to take hours for my pulse to return to near-normal, then my reasoning brain kicks back in. Oh, Damn!! I am in big trouble. I have no idea how much trouble, but I know I am in real trouble now!! There is no way out of this. There will be consequences!

"Caera", I hear Christopher say in that firm but quiet voice. I stand up, trying not to jostle the nipple clamps too much, feeling the juices flowing between my legs. I raise my head and approach him, standing before him. His cool blue eyes pierce my resolve and I feel tears welling up in my own green eyes. "I'm sorry...", I start to say, but he puts his finger to my lips. "Shhhh", he says.. "I did not give you permission to speak. Of course, I did not give you permission to have that orgasm either. I see that you still have a lot to learn about submitting to me, but I am a patient man."

I try to see his face through my tears, my cheeks burning. I am so embarrassed and ashamed that I have disappointed him. It was the last thing I wanted to do. I do want to please him. It's the most important thing to me tonight.

"First, I will take off these clamps. I don't want to leave them on too long this first time, but I will warn you that taking them off will be even more painful than you imagine. You will breathe and control yourself, Caera." I nod through my fear. He reaches down to the first clamp and loosens it. At first, I feel nothing different, then suddenly, as the blood flow returns to the nipple, there is sharp needling pain and I catch my breath. I take one ragged breath, then another, as the fiery heat shoots through my breast, my heart racing as I struggle to control myself. My legs feel weak, but I hold on to all the strength I can find to keep myself standing, quietly, unmoving, while a storm rages within me. Mercifully, perhaps, Christopher quickly removes the other clamp. Although the acute pain is duplicated on the other breast, there is some diminution of the sensation as the brain is unable to keep track of pain in both places at the exact same time. I pant, my breaths short, fast and irregular, then force myself to slow them down. My nipples are exquisitely sensitive now. I feel every brush of air against them. My breasts feel heavy and full almost as if the chain still weighed on them.

Christopher leans forward and kisses me on my lips. My lips are still quivering from crying and I taste the salt from my tears on his lips.

"Caera, I told you what I expected of you. You were to please Antonio, Jonathan, and me tonight and you were not allowed to have an orgasm without permission. I need to punish you in order for you to learn. I love you and I want the best for you, but you must learn to obey me when you are collared to me. Now, hold on to this chair and bend over."

Oh, no!! Now what?? What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me? Is he going to use a paddle or a flogger of some sort? At this point, I am definitely not denying any possibility. Not wasting any time, I immediately reach the chair and grasp the arm rests, bending at the waist with my ass exposed to everyone!

I surreptitiously try to look to the side trying to find out what is happening. I can't see anything except the shadows of the gentlemen as they move in the room. With my breasts dangling below me, I again feel the tension in the nipples and the heat spreading through my body. My pussy is still wet and I feel the air brush my labia, but I remind myself to breathe and focus!!

"Caera", I hear Christopher directly behind me and feel his hand touch my ass. "You will not know exactly who is doing what to you, but I expect you to behave yourself and stay where you are."

In the next instant, I feel a whoosh of air and the multi-part thongs of a flogger sting my ass. I involuntarily jump and then catch myself immediately, grasping the chair as tightly as I can. I must control myself! I must breathe. I've never had anyone do this to me before, but I know I can handle it. I know I must! I clench my jaw to keep from crying out. The flogger whistles through the air again and the strips flash across my other buttock. The sting is sharp but not very painful, but I know this is not over yet. I take another deep breath, preparing myself mentally for the next strike. The flogger begins to fly; first, one ass cheek and then the other, not very hard, but very insistently, making me infinitely aware of how exposed I am, how red and hot my ass must be now. Something in my mind starts to embrace the pain, desiring it, wishing for it at the same time as my rational brain tries to figure out how long it will last. My breasts sway, even as I try to hold still, and the heaviness increases the sensitivity of my nipples.

The strikes stop, but, of course, my ass is still throbbing with pain. I haven't been told to move, so I stay as I am, holding onto the chair. Looking down at the seat of the chair, I see where my tears have fallen on the soft leather. I didn't even remember feeling them.

I feel a gentle hand touching my breasts. They are still so sensitive that every little touch fires off new nerve endings. The hand lifts the weight of my breast, softly caressing it. I try to turn my head to see who it is, but I can't quite see without being obvious.

I feel a hand reach between my legs and slowly separate my labia, stroking lightly. I am so wet, both from the orgasms that I have had and I'm sure that the "punishments" have aroused me even further. Of course, I'm still not permitted to have an orgasm, so I try to focus on my breathing again. Oh, God. My ass is still flaming, my breasts are starting to respond to the gentle touch after all their stimulation, and now some one is exploring and sliding a finger around my pussy!!! It's too much!!

I feel the velvety hardness of a cock at my vaginal opening. Christopher's voice rises above the pounding in my head and says, "Caera, now you are free to have an orgasm. Come with me, baby!" At that moment, his cock thrusts straight into my pussy, filling me completely. Every inch of my body is aroused and vibrating. My fingers dig into the chair arms and I hold my self in place as his cock slams into me over and over again. Every movement, every whisper of air across my ass reminds me of what I felt only moments before, but the pleasure I feel from his cock sliding through my hot, wet pussy has me writhing with desire. The hands on my breasts increase their pressure, gently but definitely pinching my already tense nipples. The added stimulation sends me completely over the edge as my vaginal muscles contract around Christopher's cock, squeezing, as my orgasm crescendos and nearly knocks me over. The hands on my breasts (one man, two men, who knows?) keep me from falling forward. As the waves wash over me, I feel Christopher tighten and release inside me, filling me with hot cum.

I am lost. I have had so many emotions, thoughts, sensations, and experiences tonight that I barely know what I am doing. Gentle hands lay me down on a soft blanket and strong arms encircle me. I have experienced things I have never thought I would ever do. I don't even know what to think anymore! It's as if I have been sailing a moonless sea, unable to know where the boundaries of reason lie, unable to chart the course, just being swept by the events around me, until I have no idea where I am or where I am going. I am not the same person I was earlier in the evening and I am unsure who I am now.

Christopher whispers in my ear as he holds me, his hands soothing my skin, calming my fears. "You have done very well, my little one. I know it was difficult, but you have done well. I am pleased with you, my Caera". Warmth and love surround me and I relax into his arms, finally safe, finally certain that this is good. I drift into a languid sleep, exhausted by the floods of emotional and physical stress.

When I awaken, I feel the soft warm cloth as Nora bathes my body with a soft scented soap and warm water. She bathes me as one would a child, keeping the body wrapped with towels or blanket as one sponges off individual body parts so the child won't become chilled. I gradually become more aware of my surroundings and find that I am alone with Nora. She finishes bathing me and drying my body and begins to help me dress. She smiles at me as I finish slipping the dress on and I am relieved that she has taken care of me again. I haven't spoken yet.

I hear a sound and Christopher walks back into the room, fully dressed. He walks over to me and embraces me, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips softly. He removes the malachite necklace which was still decorating my neck. "How are you now, Caera?" I smile at him and finally find my words. "I am well. Thank you. That was the most incredible experience of my life." I have a million questions, but realize that there is no time to ask them now. I look up and give him a gentle kiss.

As he leads me to the door, he says, "Perhaps someday Nora will tell you about her first experience as well". Nora??? I turn my head to see where she had stood, but she has disappeared into another room.

I step out of the doorway and walk back to my car in the night air, darkness all around me and no moon in the sky. I look up and see the twinkle of a million tiny stars and realize I was never lost at all. --

The End