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Damien Wolff:

Two more drinks are mixed, stronger this time to bring back that glow and buzz, and sitting back you're handed yours and after a sip, "Well Rach, it's well and truly started now.
"We've begun to assemble your wardrobe and from now on you'll dress as I ask to we can begin to build your new sultry and sexy image."

Opening one of the bags a pair of the high cut shorts and a crop top are taken out as well as a pair of casual sandals and given to you.

Change into these Rach. Don't want the salt water damaging those expensive shoes or the dress you look so great in do we?"
 
Rachael Myers

Almost automatically I wind my fingers aroudn the offered glass and sip gratefully.
I smile over at Damien feeling a bit revived.

"Well Rach, it's well and truly started now.
We've begun to assemble your wardrobe and from now on you'll dress as I ask to we can begin to build your new sultry and sexy image."


I nod taking another sip from the glass.
Nursing my glass, I watch as Damien opens one of the bags and pulls out a pair of shorts, a crop top and some casual sandals.

"Change into these Rach.
Don't want the salt water damaging those expensive shoes or the dress you look so great in do we?"


I drink and put down my glass.
I take the garments from Damien and look round pointedly.

"Change..? Now..?"

Damien nods, not seeming to think anything amiss, so I shrug.
Looking at the clothes and knowing I'm naked beneath I try to work out how to best change without ...

I slip off the shoes and stockings.
I position the shorts and pull them up under my shirt dress.
I take the crop top and deciding there is no other thing for it, I turn my back just enough for modesty's sake and pull the fabric over my head before quickly slipping the crop top over my head and moulding it over my breasts.
Turning back to Damien with a smile, I slip my feel into the sandals.
I have hardly registered that I've automatically gotten dressed without any underwear beneath this outfit.

I pick up the drink and sip again.
 
Damien Wolff:

"Now Rach, I hope that's the last of your modesty.
"I've seen all of you already, every bit of you, so there's no need to try and hide something from my eyes that I've already seen and admired now is there.
"That seems a bit silly to me, how about to you?"

Reaching over casually my hand slides up the front of the crop top until both breasts are fully exposed.

"Look down Rach. Look at your breasts."

I wait until you do then continue as my hand lightly slides over them, "These breasts are part of you. They will help you new image and I'll be seeing a lot of them so don't let it concern you.
We'll be giving your public hints as to what they look like quite a bit, but I'll know and so will you.
"You don't have any secrets from me any more Rach.
"Now the old you is gone and I'm making the new you so that's how it has to be. Okay my Rach?"

My hand continues stroking and caressing you as I sip my drink, look from your tits into your eyes as I finish speaking and await your answer.
 
Rachael Myers

"Now Rach, I hope that's the last of your modesty.
I've seen all of you already, every bit of you, so there's no need to try and hide something from my eyes that I've already seen and admired now is there.
That seems a bit silly to me, how about to you?"


I look at him and try to formulate an answer.
Somewhere deep in my brain there is a reason why I should retain an iota of modesty, but right now, I can't think of any reason not to agree with his persuasive tone.
Perhaps this was "false modesty" and as such a bit silly?

I nod, my eyes widening as I feel Damien's hand slide up my top and lift it exposing my breasts.
I sit still, as if frozen and eye him questionningly.

"Look down Rach. Look at your breasts."

I hesitate, trying not to blush and finally lower my eyes to see his hands on my flesh.
I watch mesmerised and strangely detached as his hands move over my usually sensitive skin.

"These breasts are part of you.
They will help you new image and I'll be seeing a lot of them so don't let it concern you.
We'll be giving your public hints as to what they look like quite a bit, but I'll know and so will you. "


Speechlessly I nod.
His tone is almost impersonal.
Just another commodity.
And yet ...
I raise my eyes to his.

"You don't have any secrets from me any more Rach.
Now the old you is gone and I'm making the new you so that's how it has to be.
Okay my Rach?"


I wrench my eyes away from his and look down at my body, my newly created image.
I was different already.
I was to be Damien's creation.
It was how it had to be.
It was the price I had agreed to pay for success.

"Okay.."

My voice is but a hoarse whisper as I agree.

I watch as his hands continue to move over my flesh.
The touch feeling warmer now.
I reach for my drink and take a deep draught from it before putting it down once more.
I sit in the corner of the limo, as if cornered, but I'm not.
I know I could move,
I could protest, push his hands away ... if I wanted to ...
But I don't ... I accept his ... methods ...

And so I sit unmoving as I let Damien touch me.
His touch more surprising than disturbing.
My eyes are wide as I lift my gaze to him once more,
I know I have to trust him ... but it's all happening so quickly.
I have no cause to be wary of him, I tell myself, but somewhere ... deep in my brain ... there is a nagging little worry that I can't quite put my finger on ...
 
Damien Wolff:

My gaze never leaves your eyes but my perpherial vision lets me watch my playing with those lovely tits. Tit's I'll enjoy quite a lot in many ways as time passes and you learn more and more about you and about me.

Thumb and fingers pinch and roll your nipples, tug on them as if trying to milk your tits.

"Tell me Rach what are your thoughts about piercings? Every tought of having your nipples pierced for instance? " he asks as each is given a harder pinch then a fingertip circles around and around each in turn.
 
Rachael Myers

I can feel myself half turned towards him now.
It's as if I've shrunk into the corner, or is it just tha Damien seems very near all fo a sudden.
Either way, the limo door is in my back and there's nowhere to go, no way to evade his touch.

I gasp softly as his fingers move more deliberately to my nipples.
I look down to see his finger and thumb circle, pinch and pull.
I gasp then moan softly as I feel both of your hands tugging at my nipples.

"Tell me Rach what are your thoughts about piercings?
Every tought of having your nipples pierced for instance? "


Swallowing hard, I fail to bite back a soft moan as each nipple is pinched harder still and then circled.
I struggle to catch my breath and raise my eyes to Damien's unaware that I'm looking more like frightened rabbit than a sexy vamp.

"Noo... I've never had piercings ... or wanted them... "

I squirm, the unexpected heat that is coursing through my body making me feel vulnerable. I glance at the partition, wishing I could get some air...
 
Damien Wolff:

Still tormenting and teasing the now stiffly erect nipples, "Look down Rach. Watch my hands, my fingers. Feel what I'm giving you.
"Look and then close your eyes and just let the feelings wash over you and savior them until I ask you to open your eyes again and tell me all your feeling, where those feelings go and your thoughts.
"Remember, no secrets of any kind every my Rach."
 
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Rachael Myers

And still his fingers and thumbs move to tease and stimulate.

"Look down Rach. Watch my hands, my fingers.
Feel what I'm giving you. "


His voice urges, but I hesitate.

"Look and then close your eyes and just let the feelings wash over you and savour them until I ask you to open your eyes again and tell me all your feeling, where those feelings go and your thoughts. "

His words are hypnotic, they seem to draw me into his version of normality.
They make me forget that until a matter of hours ago I did not even know this man.
And now ...

"Remember, no secrets of any kind every my Rach."

I nod and then look down.
I see his finger and thumb close around each of my sensitive buds and pinch hard.
I give a sharp gasp.
I can see each breast full and sensitive, the nipples hard and proud.

I close my eyes now, eager to block out the sight of my arousal.
But the lack of sight does not give me the escape I expect.
Each touch, each movement as Damien teases my flesh is heightened.
Unconsciously I tip my head back, the movement an unconscious submission to his touches.
I moan softly, then sigh and relax into the world of blind sensation.

My eyes remain effortlessly shut.
I do not pause to consider why I should obey Damien so unquestioningly.
 
Damien Wolff:

Quietly, softly, gently, "So lovely. So sensual. So sexy. Feel my Rach. Feel and enjoy. Feel and embrace the feelings, let them wash over you.
"Now tell me all your feeling, where those feelings go and your thoughts.
"Remember, no secrets of any kind ever my Rach."
 
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Rachael Myers

I exhale softly letting my body relax and allowing the sensations to fill me.

"So lovely. So sensual. So sexy. "

His voice croons as my head tips naturally backwards, my breasts forward.

"Feel my Rach. Feel and enjoy.
Feel and embrace the feelings, let them wash over you."


I give a soft murmur, the sound alien to my own ears as I exclaim.

"Now tell me all your feeling, where those feelings go and your thoughts.
Remember, no secrets of any kind ever my Rach."


His voice urges me to speak.
My head races not knowing what to say.

"It... it's like ... I'm drowning... sinking down ... my body drowsy, yet ... "

My voice is soft, trancelike.
My brow furrows with the effort of making sense of those feelings that continue to wash over me.

"So heavy... aching ... wanting you to ... "

I blush, stopping in mid-sentence.
I did not know what I wanted ... exactly ...
I wasn't sure that I did want more from him.

"It's ... scary... like I want to pull back but ... "

The uncertainty is clear in my voice as realisation dawns.
For the first time, I recognise that there is fear... fear in giving in or giving myself up to someone ... and this was so unexpected.
Being "Roxy" was safe, well hidden behind the brash persona.
But what Damien was making me do was face part of myself I had refused to recognise or did not even know was inside me.

Wordlessly, I open my eyes, retreating from the feelings he has set in motion. I throw up a wall and take refuge behind it.

"Are we at the ocean yet ..?"

The trivial question is an obvious effort to distract Damien from his intimate appraisal of my breasts.
I raise my eyes, my enquiry almost childlike.
I try to read his expression and pull my eyes away from his, looking out of the limo window.
His hands are still on my body.
I find I cannot bring myself to pull away from his touch.
 
Damien Wolff:

"Nearly Rach. I'd guess about 10 more minutes," he says giving each breast a squeeze and each nipple a pinch and a twist before sitting back and handing you your drink again.

Eyes still looking deeply, so deepy into yours, "Honesty now Rach, tell me how you enjoyed what I was doing. No secrets now, remember?
"I have to know to learn about you so I can help you, mould you into what you are and will become."
 
Rachael Myers

"Nearly Rach. I'd guess about 10 more minutes,"

I smile in relief, then gasp as he moves to my breasts to squeeze, pinch and twist.
My hand is slightly unsteady as I take the drink he offers.
I feel sure I'm blushing as he meets my eye.

"Honesty now Rach, tell me how you enjoyed what I was doing. No secrets now, remember?
I have to know to learn about you so I can help you, mould you into what you are and will become."


I sip the drink and reply,

"I .. I liked it... it made me feel... good... "

I speak hesitantly.

"I loved you making me ... ache ... like that ... "

I add, feeling how hard and aroused each breast still is.
 
Damien Wolff:

"Would you like to know how enjoying you that may effected me Rach," I asks then takes a drink as he waits for your reply.
 
Rachael Myers

I looked up at him in surprise.

"Affected you ...?"

I watched him drinking.
Did I want to know?

"How...?"

The question fell from my lips.
 
Damien Wolff:

He sets down his drink again and takes your hands.

One of your hands he moves breast to breast rubbing it's palm on your hard nipples. Your other hand is gently placed on a very hard cock down the leg of his trousers a surprising distance.

"As I made your nipples that hard Rach, you, at the same time, made me this hard. That's how, wonderful isn't it Rach?" and he lets go of your hands after giving both a squeeze which in turn makes them squeeze what each is holding.
 
Rachael Myers

I watch as he puts down his drink. His hands take mine and guide them, positioning them, one on my breast and then placing the right hand on the unmistakeably hard bulge between his legs.
I blush, but he holds my hand there, his touch both gentle, but firm.

"As I made your nipples that hard Rach, you, at the same time, made me this hard. That's how, wonderful isn't it Rach?"

I look at him in confusion.... wonderful... ?
I watch as he guides me to squeeze my own breast and then to squeeze his cock.
Then his hands move away, leaving mine in place.
I glance at him, then look down at his hardness.
I squeeze shyly before slowly removing both hands from the position he left them.

Turning I reach for my own drink, easing my crop top down once more.
As I turn to sip my drink I am still aware of the rock hard nipples clearly outlined through the thin and clinging material.
I know Damien's eyes are still on me.
Even though I try, I cannot resist glancing once more at his rock hard member as it strains against the restriction of his pants.
 
Damien Wolff:

"Ahhhh, we've arrived. Finish that drink, I'll finish mine and make us two more and then it's off for a stroll on the beach," he says as he takes off his Italian loafers and socks and rolls up his trouser legs before killing the last of his drink and making himself another one.
 
Rachael Myles

"Ahhhh, we've arrived. Finish that drink, I'll finish mine and make us two more and then it's off for a stroll on the beach,"

His manner is easy going once more.
I drain my drink quickly, thankful of the distraction.

Glancing across I see Damien slip off his loafers and strip off his socks. The action takes me by surprise. I realise that Damien has many aspects to his personality!

Finally I giggle as he rolls up his trouser legs.

The atmosphere is light again.
Once more I feel like a child who has skipped school to go on a forbidden outing.

"You... don't intend to ... paddle...do you?"

I ask him in amusement as I see him move to make another drink.
 
Damien Wolff:

As he makes your new drink, "If we decide to get more than my feet wet wading we'll be skinny dipping Rach. Can't ruin the clothes you know and salt water will damned sure do that."

He hands you your new drink and says into the intercom, "Take it easy we'll be back in a while. If you want a drink come on back and make one."

Then he takes your hand and leads you out of the car, across the parking lot and down to the beach.

The moonlight is sparkling on the water, the phospheresence is glowing it's ghostly green as the wave wash up on the shore. A breeze off the water blows your hair and caresses you with it's warmth and bathes you in the clean saltwater scent of the boundless ocean.

His arm goes around you drawing you against his side as you begin to stroll slowly long the water line with his hand on your hip.
 
Rachael Myers

"If we decide to get more than my feet wet wading we'll be skinny dipping Rach.
Can't ruin the clothes you know and salt water will damned sure do that."


I giggle and take my drink.
Skinny dipping at this time of night?
And after that meal?
He must be mad.
I sip the drink smiling at his impulsive manner.
Watching and listening to Damien speak to the driver, I'm surprised that my glass is only half full when I set it down.
I take his hand and allow him to lead me out of the car and over to the beach.

Standing still, forgetting my skimpy outfit, I exhale in slow contentment as I take in the scene around me.
The sound lulls me, the scent stimulates the senses.

When Damien's arms winds around me and draws me to him, it seems natural.
Happily we stroll along, comfortable enough not to speak.
Though I'm aware of his hand on my hip and the intimacy of the silent beach, my mind is stilled.
I find I'm calm as the sea that laps the sand.
I turn to Damien with a soft smile, communicating my sense of peace without words.
 
Damien Wolff:

We stoll quietly each wrapped in their own thoughts. I wonder what hers may be, perhaps about her new life and promised stardom, but I know mine. I'm wondering if she'll feel and taste as good as she's looked and felt so far once she spread out in my bed later tonight.

I'm wondering at her musky scent, the taste of her juices, the feel of her gripping me as I slide deep into her over and over again, and, truthfully, how much money she'll make me too. Also how well she'll train, how obedient she'll become to my will as I shape her into what she wants and what I desire.

I return her smile as my hand slides from her hip to rub her ass as we continue our walk along the sand at the edge of the water line and wonder if she'd be interested in a fuck right here on the beach under the myraid of stars, bathed in moonlight with the lapping wavelets for background music to our bodies slapping together, but I don't voice the thoughts.

Rather I caress and rub her ass as I wait for her reactions as I enjoy the feel of her muscles moving under the skimpy cloth.
 
Rachael Myers

Slowly we walk along the beach.
I watch the moon and then glance out to sea, watching the continous rocking of the waves as they move nearer and nearer and then break with a soft sigh upon the sand.

We move further down the beach and finally come to stand at the water's age.
I stretch, realising that it has been a long, but momentous day.
Only then do I feel Damien's hand rubbing allow my ass.
His touch is firm, expert and stimulating.
Used to the gropes, the mauling of the guys who show up at my gigs, each tryer wanting to cop a feel, the touch is startlingly different. Before I'd known what to do, how to cope with the intrusion upon my person. I smile as I imagine what Damien would do if I slapped him off or launched a barrage of abuse upon him ... not that I would... his touch is altogether ... different...

I tense the muscles in my buttocks, half hoping to throw his hand off, but still it remains there smoothing over my skin, skin that is hardly protected by the skimpy material.
I bite back a gasp and decide a diversion is called for.

"What time is it..?
I should head home... my house mates will be wondering what has happened to me by now ... "


I claim, knowing full well they will hardly miss me, let alone get worried. Still I calculate that it's best to get out of there. I've let him dress me, see me almost naked and accepted that this will be part of the "deal" that I've signed ... but ... perhaps tomorrow with a head clear of whatever alcohol I've been drinking all night and after having got some advice re: contractual obligations I will be able to cope with things more easily ...

"Damien...."

My voice is a soft exclamation as the intimacy of his touch increases.

"I... I really should... "

My excuse ends in a soft moan as his hand moves with expert deliberation. The touch makes me snap my eyes round to meet his.

"Damien... ?"

I know I'm way out of my depth.
For some unknown reason, this man is trying to awaken a sensuality, a vulnerability I don't have .. didn't have before he...
 
Damien Wolff:

"Yes my Rach, I'm here. Damien's here with and for you," he says just barely loud enough to be heard of the soft "lap, shhh, lap, shhh" of the wavelets on the beach.

Her turn toward me had moved my hand from the firm roundess of her ass cheeks to allow it to cup her mons and shaved lips and I began to rub and knead where it's new place for us, for me to enjoy feeling and arousing.

I could feel the fabric beginning to dampen as her juices began to flow from her depths. All that had transpired today and this evening, my caresses were all added to what she was now feeling directly on her seat of greatest physical pleasure, her pussy.

The kneading and rubbing continued as I slowly leaned down and let my lips lightly touch her full sensuous lips. The tip of my toungue licked hers, first her upper one and then the lower one. After it was licked the lower one was sucked between my teeth and lightly but firmly gripped by my teeth as I sucked on it and licked it.

All the while my hand continued it's kneading, squeezing, light pull and tugging on the soft and hotter flesh under the cloth, the cloth quickly growing wetter and wetter. The movement of my fingertips worked them under the cloth so skin was touching skin now and her wetness was coating my fingers as well as dampening my palm.

My other hand rose on it's own to the breasts I'd fondled earlier and began to tease and arouse them again, to play with the stone hard and stiff nipples pressing out against the fabric covering them making them harder still and even more prominent, more tender and sensitive to my touches, pinches, rubbing.
 
Rachael Myers

"Yes my Rach, I'm here. Damien's here with and for you,"

His voice is softly soothing as he smiles into my eyes, his hands stroking gently, reassuringly. I turn towards him and feel his hand move to cup between my legs, making me gasp breathlessly. I bite my lip as his fingers tease and work. Their touch awakening a heat between my legs as I begin to ache, my eyes closing as I allow myself to revel in the sensations of his touch.

My lips part as he kisses me.
His lips warm and sensual.
His tongue wet and exploring.
I moan softly as he licks and sucks my lips, feeling them captured and drawn into Damien’s mouth.

And all the while, his other hand continues its stimulation until, somehow, his hand slips beneath the cloth.

”Ohhh .. god…. “

I groan as sensitivity rockets through me.
The other hand is at my breast now.
Rubbing… grazing over the now taut nipple.
I cry out as he pinches my hard bud.

The waves roll on, the movement and sound hypnotic.
I know I should pull away, make sense of all this.
But I'm lost.
This man has done nothing but challenge my senses since we met and now ...

I stand unsteadily as Damien continues to stroke the folds of my hot wet sex.
The touch is achingly sensual.
He moves to take possession of one breast, then the other,
his attentions begin to grow more demand, as he firmly caresses the soft flesh of my globes,
but again and again returns to pinch and pull the nipple.
I look up, dazed and see him smiling as he hears my exclamations.
His eyes take in my every reaction.
 
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