She's had the curse of not being able to have the big O since running away from her master Felipe Santiago Castro. The last time she came at the hand of a man it was with Felipe. Fearing what would happen if she let go with him completely she'd run.
Convinced the only way she will find peace of mind and pleasure is to go to Once Upon a Dream Fantasies she signs up for a time of pleasure asking for everything she'd lost eight years before to be fulfilled in a fantasy.
Felipe would show her that he was her only fantasy. He'd do
anything to have her back in his life as his submissive. He'll play along and give her the fantasy she wants but in the end she'd realize that her submissiveness called to his dominance and they were a matched pair.
“Are you there?”
“Yes, Beauty, I’m here.” The voice was deep and the accent Spanish. They’d given her
what she wanted. It wasn’t Felipe, nonetheless he’d do. She could pretend it was
him. Only Felipe could make her come. The fantasy, if kept alive in her mind and
in her heart, would make everything okay. She had to believe that. She couldn’t
continue the way she was going. Hopefully just dreaming of Felipe as she was
being touched would be enough.
She let herself live in the fantasy. This wasn’t a random stranger: it was her Felipe
and he’d come back for her.
“I see you followed all of my instructions to the letter with exception of one.” His voice
was stern and she squirmed.
She heard the tsk-tsk that he gave. “Don’t bother to explain. I told you there would be
consequences, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but?” How on earth did he know she’d touched herself?
“No buts, Beauty. When I give my word I mean every bit of it. So you will be punished.
There is no other way around it. I give what I promise.”
His words exhilarated her and at the same time scared her. This was what she wanted and he
was going to give her exactly that. He reminded her of Felipe in so many ways.
“Now … do you understand, beauty?”
“Yes, I understand…” She didn’t know what to call him. From what she could hear he was
moving about the room and he hadn’t tried to touch her yet. It was making her antsy.
“You should know what to call me. What did you put down on your paperwork?”
“I put Amo and señor.” Those two words were what she’d placed on the form. Amo and señor
were what she used to call Felipe. Amo meant master and of course señor meant sir. She did say she wanted this to be as real as possible. This place didn’t half step at all. They followed everything that the client wanted.
“Then that is what you call me when you address me, Aurora. Is that understood?”
“Yes, señor, I understand.”
“Perfecto, my beauty.”
Damn, she really could believe it was Felipe. The accent was to die for. She let out a
startled gasp as she was picked up by strong hands and held against an even
stronger feeling body. In the next moment she was laid across his lap on her
stomach. His fingers swept over her lower back where she had her tramp
“What a beautiful tattoo, Aurora.”
“I got it on a whim, señor.” It was vines on either side with thorns and a rose that
dipped into the middle near her ass.
“Briar Rose,” he whispered softly. His words were so light that she almost thought he
was talking to himself. His fingers traced lightly over the tattoo and then there was a stinging slap to her ass.
“What are you doing?” She couldn’t help the startled gasp that escaped her as the sting
from his palm resonated through her whole body. Her words were given in her
“I think you know what’s happening.” His palm rested on her bare ass and she
“Stay still.” The command was given and she immediately obeyed. His large hands
stroked slowly over her ass.
“What instruction did you disobey, Aurora?” All the while he rubbed his hand over her
bare bottom as he spoke. It was soothing as much as it was delicious.
“To not touch myself.”
“That’s right, my beauty.” She squealed from the first smack on her ass by his
“While you’re here, this is my ass, my pussy and my breasts.” With each word he slapped
his hand against her backside, making her moan. Her butt was stinging from the
spanking. Granted, it was in a pleasurable way. This paddling didn’t repulse
her. In fact, she wanted more.
“Do you understand beauty?”
He gave her another rapid succession of slaps against her bottom. She found herself
rocking her body into his lap.
“Yes, yes, señor. I understand fully.” Her ass was burning as she was being spanked as if
she were a petulant child, and she loved it. Each slap set off an electric current of sensations that went straight to her clit.