DAWN OF A SLEEPING BEAUTY

Feature Writer: Amanda
Feature Title: Dawn of a sleeping beauty
Copyright: This story is copyright Amanda 2005 © please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart.
Story Codes: Magical, Lesbian
Author’s Notes: This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did.
Synopsis: For three wonderful women I didn’t deserve to meet

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 1

Amanda opened the front door and was greeted by Ali’s sweet smile.

“Hi, sis,” Ali said as she stepped into the hall. “WOW,” she whistled. “You do look the business.”

“Why, thank you,” Amanda said, turning sideways on so that her sister could admire the way the green silk sheath slid over her tall, firm body, the slit in the back allowing at least the smallest steps to be taken.

Amanda turned back to her sister, her red glossed lips shining almost as much as her emerald green eyes. “You don’t look bad yourself, to say you are only here to baby-sit.”

With mock modesty, Ali struck a pose. The short (some might say too short) leather skirt teamed with a blue sleeveless roll neck sweater really suited Ali, as did the knee-high black patent leather boots. The whole ‘rock chick’ look was topped off by Ali wearing her light brown hair, attesting to her need for some more sun, in a ponytail. Although Ali was not short, she gave Amanda a good couple of inches, and with Amanda’s coppery hair worn up she felt positively overwhelmed. So how could she resist when Amanda said, “Thanks for coming, sis.” As she threw her arms around Ali, their lips met in a very unsisterly kiss that lasted longer than either originally intended.

When Amanda finally let Ali come up for air, Ali found she needed quite a bit of pulling and wiggling to get her skirt back into its accustomed position.

“No probs, sweetie,” Ali said. “You know I love to look after Dawn whenever I can.” She suddenly realized that Dawn had not come bounding up to greet her as she normally would whenever Auntie Ali came to visit. “Where is she by the way?”

Amanda smiled. “She’s upstairs in bed. I told her you were coming and she asked if you’d read her a bedtime story.”

Ali raised a quizzical eyebrow. “One of yours?”

Amanda laughed. “Hey, why not? I just finished the first part of a fairy story, so that should be okay.”

Amanda glanced at her watch and gasped as she said, “Look, I really have to dash, sis. Thanks again, and let me know if she gives you any trouble.”

Ali reached out with her finger and wiped away a small smudge of lipstick from Amanda’s otherwise perfect face. With a grin, she put the finger in her mouth and licked off the glossy mixture, a soft moan forming in her throat.

Amanda laughed again, shaking her head. “You are incorrigible!”

Ali slapped Amanda’s silk-covered rump and said, “Go on! I’ll see you later, and don’t worry about Dawn. I’ll take good care of her.”

“I know you will, honey,” Amanda said, as she opened the door and left.

Ali stood looking up the stairs, her ears straining to see if she could hear any sounds, but everything was quiet. Satisfied that her niece was okay for the time being, Ali walked in to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and removed a nicely chilled Sauvignon Blanc. Two minutes later, she was sitting on Amanda’s couch, glass in hand, watching the TV.

She flicked the remote several times, but nothing caught her attention, and she found herself thinking about little Dawn and the story Amanda had written. ‘What sort of Aunt am I?’ Ali castigated herself and stood, pausing only to retrieve the bottle, and quietly climbed the stairs.

A light was on in Dawn’s room, and Ali popped her head around the door to see if Dawn was asleep. Dawn had her eyes closed but Ali guessed she was pretending. “You want Auntie Ali to read you your Mommy’s new story, poppet?” Ali asked but Dawn kept her eyes tightly shut.

Ali glanced over to the bedside cabinet and saw the large leather-bound book Amanda wrote in. Ali never understood why her sister insisted on writing freehand but, hey, ‘each to their own’.

She walked around Dawn’s bed, quietly put down her glass, and refilled it from the now half-empty bottle. With a smile and a glance to make sure Dawn’s eyes were still closed, Ali held the hem of her skirt and wiggled, revealing her pantiless pussy. She pulled the straight-back chair from the dressing table and sat down, her booted feet resting on Dawn’s bed as she picked up the huge volume and opened it.

‘Sleeping Beauty’ the title page bore in Amanda’s flowing script, and Ali smiled as she thought of her online friend. She turned the next page and started to read.

“Once upon a Time…” Ali began, smiling at Dawn at the corny but expected opening.

….There was a Young King and Queen and like everyone else they longed to have a pretty little girl, only in their case of course, she would really be a Princess. Well, a few years passed after they were wed and still they did not have any children. Oh they tried. Night after night they spent hours locked in the Queen’s boudoir, their bodies hungry for the other, joining together in delicious unions, hoping that with each climax they might bring forth the sweet little heiress they longed for.

And when they were not screwing each other into total exhaustion, they were making pilgrimages to holy shrines, or praying on their knees in some great cathedral. And, without the slightest realization of the hypocrisy and (as they said) just to be safe, they would also go into the woods to placate the ancient spirits of that country. An added benefit of this, of course, was that it allowed them yet another opportunity to satisfy their carnal desires – be it beneath the moon or the sun, they cared not.

It was on one of these trips, as they lay in their post-coital haze, that they met an old woman. Stooped she was, and wrapped around her shoulders and head was a black shawl that hid her face.

‘Good morning,’ the old crone rasped, showing no sign that she recognized the regality of her new acquaintances, though that would not have been surprising as they were both naked at the time, the King’s dick hanging limp after its recent convulsion, traces of which still glistened on the inside of the Queen’s thighs.

Now for all their highborn status, both the King and Queen were possessed of excellent manners, and they pulled their purple robes around them. ‘Good morning to you, grandmother,’ the King said, using the customary term for an elder female.

‘I see you have been busy,’ she cackled softly. ‘I assume that as you are in this glade dedicated long ago to Diana and Athena that you wish to conceive a daughter.’

The Queen blushed and the King sort of shuffled in a most unkingly way.

‘Not to demean the two illustrious goddesses,’ the old woman went on, ‘but if you really desire to give birth to a beautiful daughter…’

‘Oh we do, we really do,’ the monarchs chorused together.

‘Then find some filly root and make a paste, and apply it to both your loins. Refrain from sex for seven days, renewing the paste each day, and then… well, I’m sure you can work that out; you seem to have had plenty of practice.’

The woman could see the same thought pass through each of their minds: ‘Seven days!’ but they thanked her and assured her that they would do as she had said.

‘It is up to you,’ the crone said as she turned and quickly vanished into the encircling forest.

The King looked at the Queen, and she at him. ‘Well, I can’t see any filly root here, and seven days is such a long time,’ the Queen said, with a knowing twinkle in her eye, and they both dropped their mantles and made sure their last fuck for such a long time would be a good one…

“Well, that certainly wasn’t what I was expecting,” Ali said as she took another large swig of wine. Not Amanda’s normal style at all. But undeterred, and checking that Dawn was okay, she continued to read.

… Just as the old woman had promised, nine months and one week after they met her in the forest, the sun rose on a glorious clear morn and the Queen was delivered of a healthy, if somewhat noisy, little girl; and so they named her Princess Aurora. Well, Princess Aurora Leigh Ann Minerva Gwynedd Davina Becca Diana, to be precise, but as that was such a mouthful, to her doting parents she was simply, ‘Dawn’…

“Aww, that’s so sweet, you are in Mommy’s book, sweetheart.”

… The whole kingdom were overjoyed at the news the heralds brought to each village and hamlet, for they knew that if their Sovereigns were happy, then life would be a little easier for the serfs and peasants.

Along with news of the birth, the heralds brought news of a most lavish banquet to celebrate the King and Queen’s good fortune, and they wanted the woman who they had met in the green wood to be the guest of honor. But, try as they might, they had failed to discover any trace of her. The peasantry, therefore, were charged with finding her. They were instructed to notify the King and Queen of any women that met the general description, or of any fairies that still lived within their realm for, the heralds explained, fairies make great godmothers, despite the incongruity of the term.

So, as the weeks between the birth and the christening went by, news filtered in from every corner of the land, and although seven fairies were found (two more than the kings statistician had guestimated), no one could tell the King anything about the woman in black. Not that several conniving old hags didn’t try to claim the King’s favour, passing themselves off as the bringer of the monarchs joy. These were dealt with quickly, if rather painfully, by the Royal Secret Vice Police, a service whose unfortunate initials resulted in several heart failures as people were invited to parties.

So, armed with the information gleaned by his loyal subjects, the King sent out invitations to all the nobility, higher ranked gentry and the seven fairies. Every single one that didn’t succumb to seizures accepted, even the fairies, and of these all agreed to take on the task of godmother. Well, that’s not entirely true; the king did receive one refusal, one that he secretly was overjoyed at seeing. It was from his elder sister, Amanda. She was the elder by all of 9 months, and had this land any notion of fairness, she would have assumed the role of monarch on their father’s death; but being the eldest counted for nothing, as she was female. For her there had only been the prospect of being married off to some ugly prince to seal some treaty or other, whilst her younger brother knew he would one day be king…

“Now there’s a surprise, Mommy’s in here too,” Ali said with a giggle in her voice. Still Dawn made no sign that she was listening, but Ali continued to read out loud as her finger started to slip inside her pussy.

… As Amanda grew, she flowered into the most beautiful girl in the land. She had long, wavy red hair, a most unusual color in the kingdom as a whole, and the King’s family in particular, as indeed were the deep green eyes that seemed to some to look straight into their souls. She was also taller than both the King and Queen, and her breasts outgrew her mother’s by several cup sizes. Oh, she was beautiful, of that there is no doubt, but the courtiers, aristocracy, and even her own family saw her as being somewhat fey…

“Now ain’t that the truth!” Ali exclaimed

… Her father had indeed tried to marry off his daughter, telling her on her 18th birthday. He honestly thought she would be pleased, but Amanda soon put him, and her mother, right on that score. Her father had, by turns, pleaded and demanded she obey him, as failing to honor the agreement he had made with King Stephen would probably result in war and ruination of their land.

‘What if I were to take holy orders?’ Amanda had asked, and the King saw a way out and told her he would call the Mother Superior, Sister Matthew, the following day.

‘Don’t waste your time,’ Amanda hissed. ‘No way am I going to be saddled with some bloke’s name! Give me the castle and lands at Farnworth and I will form my own order,’ she demanded, balled fists resting on her soft young hips…

Ali smiled as she recognized one of Amanda’s familiar poses.

… The King considered this, carefully weighing up the small (in fact, almost insignificant) rents he got from Earl Farnworth, and he issued a decree there and then stripping old Farnworth of his land and titles ‘For unnamed crimes against the state.’ The king had always found it kept the more uppity nobles in line if he tossed one of them to RSVP every now and then; great man manager, the old King.

That very night Amanda had packed (well, her hand maidens had packed), and she left the following day with trunks full of her finest gowns and several bottles of rich red wine and the tastiest brandies from the King’s own cellar, although why someone starting a convent would require such things, the King could not quite fathom. But he let it pass.

Within a year, Farnworth Castle was renamed, and Amanda surrounded herself with nubile virgins for initiates; novices they were called on arriving, but the term became meaningless very shortly after…

Ali’s fingers increased their speed as she imagined her sister initiating young virgins into her ‘order’.

… The present King hadn’t seen his sister from that day to this, and was pleased he wouldn’t have to now. Smiling, he passed the good news on to his wife. The Queen had never even met her sister in-law, and she sometimes shuddered when she heard whispered conversations about the ‘goings on’ at her Sanctum. But for all the gossip, Amanda was a Royal Princess, even if she renounced the title in favor of Superior Mother, and the Queen was sure she would have been able to welcome her husband’s sister to the ceremony with good grace.

Anyway, with or without the King’s sister the ceremony was soon upon them, and the top table was laid out for the King and Queen and the seven fairy godmothers In front of each was a beautiful gold goblet made and engraved for each of them to take away as a memento of the occasion. Things got off to a great start, and everyone cheered as after two hours of making small talk they saw the King and Queen enter, Princess Aurora held to her mother’s breast. The monarchs appeared to have spared no expense in providing food and wine for their guests, and several times they remained seated as one or another of the gentry, probably to try and win favor, stood and toasted their health and the health of Princess Aurora– for even the commoners couldn’t handle all the little girl’s names, nor for that matter had the Archbishop in the cathedral, but he was old and doddery and everyone pretended not to have noticed.

As the main course was starting to be cleared, the King’s chancellor rapped his staff thrice upon the marble floor as he had done as each of the assembled guests arrived, announcing them to all and sundry. ‘By your lords’, leave, may I present Arian, Fairy of The Blackthorn.’

The whole place was stunned into silence as a wizened, bent figure shuffled through the half-open door. Immediately, the King and Queen recognized their benefactor, and jumped from their thrones and rushed to meet her. If the King and Queen were surprised to see Arian, her sisters were dumbfounded, and threw each other quizzical glances, for each had believed that Arian’s song had long since left the mortal realm. Yet here she was before them, small as life.

‘We looked everywhere for you!’ the king shouted, as he and his wife closed the gap between the top table and the newly arrived guest.

‘Ha,’ scoffed the unhappy fairy. ‘You can’t have looked very far; for I live no more than 10 leagues from this very palace. Weeks I have waited to receive an invitation to your daughter’s christening, I who had such a hand in her conception.’

‘I’m afraid the meal is all but over, but come sit with your sisters in the place of honor,’ the King cajoled.

Arian looked with no love on her finely arrayed sisters and again let out a disparaging snort. ‘You expect me to sit beside them, all gilded up in their finery and with golden goblets before them. No, bring me some leftovers and I’ll soon be on my way.’

The King tried to convince Arian to stay but she rebuffed all entreaties, and so, defeated, he ordered his page to fetch Arian some food. With a huff she squeezed onto the end of a bench, space appearing as if from nowhere, for who wants to sup with a disgruntled and haggard fairy?

To cover their embarrassment at their wayward and dark sister’s behavior, Primrose, Fairy of the Meadow, stood and said, as she raised her apparently-never-empty gold goblet in salute to the King, Queen and Princess. ‘May I thank your majesty for your hospitality to me and my kin. Long is it since we were treated with such respect.’ Her words were shot like arrows from a bow at Arian, who just cackled softly as she bit into the meat sticking to a lamb’s thighbone, an action that acquired her even more space on the bench.

‘As a sign of our gratitude,’ Primrose continued, ‘we would like to present gifts of our own to your darling little girl. I bestow on her the gift of beauty.’ And with a flourish of her arms that sent half a cup of the best wine to the floor, a soft tinkling could be heard.

Similar actions were accompanied by even more tinkling, as one by one the seven sisters endowed the princess with esoteric (and frankly unsaleable) gifts ranging from patience to chastity– this last, presented by the youngest, Rosebud, Fairy of The Hedgerows, bringing a giggle from the servants.

‘Is that it?’ Arian coughed, spitting gobbets of meat on to the board in front of her. ‘God, I remember when fairies were respected… no, feared! What sort of wet sops have you become as your melody fades? Well, I, for one, do not intend to dishonor centuries of tradition. I also bestow a gift on your daughter, the gift that she will prick her finger on a spinning wheel and die.’

The room was thrown into a deafening silence, and the Queen’s face was a ghostly white.

With her gift delivered, Arian rose and walked towards the high iron-bound doors that were slammed shut in her face, and two guards inched gingerly towards her. ‘You will not detain me. For my music could bring this palace and the whole of your kingdom crashing down around your ears,’ Arian said, her voice strong and commanding. The king looked at Bluebell, Fairy of the Glade, who could not meet his gaze but simply nodded in reply to his unworded question.

‘Go from here and never return,’ the King bellowed.

The King’s voice, so close to Rosebud, Fairy of The Hedgerows’ ear that the sound woke her from her wine-induced slumber, for it was ever thus that human wine, especially served in glittering gold goblets, was extremely potent to the Fair Ones’ system. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked Daffodil, Fairy of the Hills. In a whisper, Daffodil explained what had just happened. ‘Bugger!’ said Rosebud. ‘I knew she was up to something. I meant to go and hide so I could outsmart her by giving my gift last.’ She shrugged and thought to herself, ‘My bad,’ and realized she had been spending far too much time with humans in the tavern near her grotto.

Fortunately for the King and Queen, as Arian disappeared (some swore on a broomstick), a new figure entered the grand banqueting hall. There was no doubting this newcomer’s lineage, her blue dress and dark blonde hair almost blinding. The guards, who were afraid they’d get the blame if any more fairies messed up the festivities, tried to bar her way, but like a tree in the wind or a river in full flow, she seemed to bend away from their outstretched hands to stand unmolested in the centre of the hall.

‘Ilian!’ cried Rosebud, and was rewarded by a bright smile from the vision in blue…

“That’s me!” Ali laughed out loud and brought a faint murmur from Dawn. “I wonder who else she has in here!” she pondered as she continued the story, her fingers now almost dripping as she let herself go with her sisters imagination.

…’I cannot undo that which my sister has wrought,’ Ilian began, and the room hung on her every word. ‘May I, too, give a gift to Princess Aurora? She will indeed prick her finger, but she will not die, she will merely fall into a long, deep, deep sleep. And when that happens, I will come to you and let you sleep also, King and Queen. Tell me, is my gift acceptable to you?’

The queen broke down in tears, relief releasing the torrent that fear had pushed against the bulwark of her royal bearing. With a smile towards the sleeping little girl, Ilian took her leave, but promised to return often to ensure the child’s safety.

As often happens in tales such as this, time passed. But not a month went by without Ilian visiting the palace to see how well Dawn was growing, for she too was allowed to call the princess by her diminutive. Each time she visited, she reminded the King and Queen to beware of spinning wheels, because if Dawn managed to avoid a prick she would be fine, but if not she would fall into a deep, deep sleep. This was also imparted regularly to Dawn once she was old enough to understand.

At first, the King had considered outlawing spinning wheels altogether, but with a sigh Ilian explained that in every tale she had ever read, such a course of action would eventually turn out to be counter-productive. She also pointed out, much to the chancellor’s relief, that a large proportion of the country’s export revenues were attained by the sale of cloth and silk, neither of which would be possible without spinning wheels.

As Dawn grew older and, suffering not so much as a scratch on her pale white skin, the gifts her fairy godmothers had given her became apparent. She was indeed, among other things, beautiful, charming, graceful and, much to the annoyance of Tom the stable lad, who assumed that knobbing the royal crumpet when they fancied a bit of rough was a perk of the job, chaste.

As she neared her 17th birthday, Dawn pleaded with her mother to allow her to host a ball for her friends. After much nagging and simpering, Dawn got her own way, as pretty princesses tend to. ‘Thank you,’ Dawn said hugging her mum. ‘Now I’m going to need a really special dress. I heard there is this fantastic seamstress in the town. I’m sure she’d agree to make one for me just so she can put up the royal warrant.’ It really is amazing how quickly royalty learn the important things in life.

So the next day, an old woman with her grey hair colored almost pink and wearing the most outlandish clothes arrived at the castle, carrying a wicker basket full of threads, bolts of the finest satin silks, and other sundry tools of her trade. She talked endlessly as Dawn and her mum, the Queen, chose the most expensive cloth from which Dawn’s new dress would be made. The seamstress tried, totally unsuccessfully, to change their mind, but eventually acknowledged defeat. ‘Let me see how the material falls so I can create it especially for you,’ the aging designer said, throwing the end of the cloth sample over Dawns shoulder. She gathered it in folds at Dawn’s slim waist, and apologetically enlisted the Queen’s help in holding it whilst she appeared to hold the other end in various positions.

‘Would you be so kind as to pass me a straight pin from my basket, your highness?’

With a sigh at having to perform such a menial task, Dawn reached into the old woman’s basket. She screeched and withdrew the hand as if it had been bitten. ‘Whatever is the matter?’ the Queen asked, looking up from where she had knelt so as to hold the cloth just so, and she saw the small bead of blood welling up on the tip of Dawn’s finger, the blood as red as Dawn’s nail varnish, not at all blue as she had been led to believe it would be. ‘Oh,’ said the woman, reaching her hand into the basket and withdrawing what looked like a spinning top with lambs wool wrapped around the handle. ‘I must have left this spinning wheel in here by mistake.’

Dawn just stared as the drop of blood ran around her finger and fell to the floor, the words ‘spinning wheel’ and ‘deep, deep sleep’ thumping in her mind as much as her heart did in her chest. The queen screamed as Dawn crumpled to the floor unconscious.

Through her tears, the Queen thought the seamstress shimmered, and as she blinked she saw before her Arian, her yellow toothed grin like a knife through the Queen’s royal heart, the cackle like the gates of hell opening to swallow her whole.

Knowing that in her grief the Queen was not liable to be swayed by threats, idle or otherwise, Arian jumped lightly, belying her age, onto the windowsill and ran off through the palace gardens, never to be seen again.

As if drawn by the Queen’s grief, the King and an unexpected Ilian entered together and saw the tableau before them. The Queen on her knees, sobbing and holding the limp body of her daughter to her breast; the discarded spinning wheel still wobbling silently where Arian had dropped it.

‘And so the gift has come to pass,’ Ilian said. ‘Have servants take her to her room. And you two,’ Ilian continued, turning to the mortified parents and producing from goodness knows where a small silver flask which she passed to the king. ‘You must prepare to sleep, also.

Retire to your chamber, have a drink from the flask to calm you, and I will attend you after I have vouched safe the Princess.’

At traumatic times like these, even a King likes to be told what to do, as it removes the burden of choice. ‘Do as she says,’ he said to a strong limbed guard who gently lifted the slumbering form of Dawn into his arms. Silently, the King and Queen left, hand in hand, towards their bedroom, the King already tasting the nectar in the flask before passing it to his wife, who tilted her head back and felt the fire burn her throat a little.

Ilian followed the guard as he solemnly carried the sleeping form of the Princess up several flights of stairs, seemingly untroubled by the dead weight of his burden. He pushed open the door and, like a father with his own daughter, laid her down gently on her back on her satin-covered bed.

Two of the Princesses’ maids, Michelle and Tabitha, entered the room as the guard left, all three of them with eyes full of salty tears. ‘Dry your eyes,’ Ilian all but snapped. ‘She sleeps, nothing more. Undress her and put her beneath the sheets whilst I go and see what I can do for the King and Queen.’

After so many years of visiting the castle, no one was surprised to see Ilian making her way to the private chambers of the King, and the guards at the door stepped aside to allow her to enter. As she did so, she let out a scream as she beheld the two dead sovereigns lying on the woolen carpet. All the guards said that she did everything she could to try to save them, but even a fairy has some limits.

Ilian directed the chancellor to announce to the people what had happened to Princess Aurora; writing out the proclamation herself, she informed the masses that in a moment of grief, and with the balance of their minds affected, her parents had taken their own lives.

As the heralds were sent forth, Ilian returned to Dawn’s bedroom and dismissed the still-weeping maids. She looked down on the sleeping form, her long blonde hair newly brushed and fanned out around her face on the whiter-than-white pillow. She reached down and touched Dawn’s foot, but the princess did not move; nor did she as Ilian took hold of the silken sheet and whipped it away to reveal Dawn in all her innocent glory. A light shone in Ilian’s eye, and her form fluttered, too intent on her prize to bother to maintain the glamour. For a second she was Arian again before her own form settled back into its accustomed shape, and Amanda really liked what she saw. She sat on the bed, a fingernail brushing aside a stray lock from her niece’s forehead. ‘A 17-year induction,’ she said, too softly for even Dawn to hear. ‘And it worked like a charm.’

‘I know you can hear me, sweetheart. Soon you will be where you belong in my sanctum, and I shall rule as your regent.

‘But don’t worry. I will wake you from time to time,’ Amanda assured her captive, as she let her hands slide over Dawn’s perfect breasts. ‘It wouldn’t be half the fun if I didn’t…’

As the story ended, Ali let the large book fall to the floor as her body was gripped by the orgasm she had been trying so hard to postpone until the story reached its own climax. Even the loud sounds of the book hitting the floor or Ali’s screams of pleasure brought no movement from Dawn. Not that that surprised Ali, as she looked at her sister’s little girl’s perfect twenty-two-year-old body spreadeagled on the bed, silk stockings securing hand and foot to the bed’s wrought iron frame. Nor did her silence cause concern as Ali regarded her freshly painted red lips, the lipstick just starting to leach into her Mommy’s white silk cum-soaked panties that had been balled and forced into her soft mouth before being secured with one of her Mommy’s best silk stockings. Ali let her right hand caress Dawn’s firm young breasts, noting that the nipples were already erect, wanting, needing. Ali held her cum-smeared left hand below Dawn’s nose, knowing full well what an effect such an aroma had on her sister’s sweet little baby.

With a smile Ali wiped the cum from her fingers around Dawn’s nipples as a present for Amanda and said, “Your Mommy really does have a very good imagination, sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll come and at least kiss you goodnight when she gets in.” And with a final tweak of Dawn’s crinkled nipple, she picked up the remains of her wine and returned to the TV.

 

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 2

Amanda turned the key quietly in the lock and, removing her stiletto heeled shoes, crept on stockinged feet in to the lounge. The TV was still playing but Ali was fast asleep, sprawled out on the sofa, an empty glass and bottle on the small table beside her.

Amanda picked up the remote and slowly turned the TV volume down. She smiled and knelt on the floor next to Ali’s face and put her full red lips close to Ali’s ear. With quiet whispered words she slipped her thoughts softly into Ali’s dream, watching as her sister’s nipples hardened enough to show through her tight fitting top.

When Amanda sensed her sisters arousal was sufficient she left ideas in her mind that Amanda would one-day trigger. She knew that they had both agreed not to do that to each other, but Ali hadn’t noticed the last time. Then, as quietly as she had arrived she walked out, closing the front door behind her with a click.

Five minutes later she re-entered the house, this time calling out to Ali as her feet clicked loudly on the hard wood flooring. Startled, Ali jumped up, the fringes of a very nice dream dissolving in the rooms bright light.

“Hi, Sis.” Ali said as Amanda entered the room with a knowing smile on her lips.

“Hi yourself.” Amanda replied and glancing at the bottle and glass said, “I see you found the wine.”

With a sheepish grin Ali said, “Yeah, thanks. Dawn is fine, I checked on her earlier and read her your story. I think she liked it, but it was difficult to tell. Well apart from, you know how you can almost smell when she’s happy.” Both women smiled at each other, both fully aware of Dawn’s special perfume.

“And did you like it?” Amanda asked in a way that sounded anything other than that she was fishing for compliments.

“You’ll see.” Ali said with a wink that brought a raised eyebrow from Amanda.

“You going to finish it, or is that it?” Ali asked, always keen to read her sister’s work.

“I haven’t decided yet, although I have a few ideas. You want to come up while I say goodnight to my sweet baby girl, and I’ll run by you what I think might happen next in the story?” Amanda asked, even though she knew the answer without Ali’s emphatic affirmative reply.

Amanda followed her sister up the stairs, commenting that she would catch her death wandering about sans panties, and that she would find her a pair. Ali started to object but thought better of it and just went with the flow.

They entered Dawn’s room and found her exactly as Ali had left her although her arousal was now a heady scent in the room. “Hello baby girl.” Amanda said as she sat on the bed next to Dawn, leaning over and moving a stray, slightly damp lock of Dawn’s blonde hair from her forehead. “Aunty Ali says you’ve been a very good little girl while Mommy was out, and that she thought you liked Mommy’s story, is that right, sweetheart?”

“mmmph, mphh” was all Dawn could mange through her Mommy’s damp panties.

“Oh silly, Mommy!” Amanda chided herself as she untied the stocking laying it across Dawn’s breasts Then with finger and thumb she took hold of the panties and saying, “Open wide, honey.” pulled them free, allowing Dawn for the first time in hours to breathe through her mouth. Still holding the panties between finger and thumb Amanda shook them slightly and looked with pleasure at the red marks left by Dawn’s lipstick. Amanda noted the panties, that were damp with her arousal when she had removed them were now soaking with Dawn’s saliva where the slutty little girl had tried to taste her Mommy.

“Here you go, sis” Amanda said as she flicked the white silk garment to Ali. “You keep these warm, Dawn likes sleeping in her Mommy’s panties.”

Ali just grinned as she caught them and then wiggled her hips once more lifting her skirt, baring her naked pussy before stepping in to them and pulling them up, the material appearing translucent as it stuck to her skin.

“Why don’t you sit down, honey. While I tell you what will happen to Princess Dawn in the hands of Amanda in the story.” Amanda suggested as she slowly pulled her discarded stocking across Dawn’s nipples which crinkled as the silken mesh tickled them. With the stocking discarded Amanda bent her head and licked the hardened nub and then looked at Ali who smiled back as Amanda said, “I see you did like my story, I’d know your taste anywhere, even mixed with my darling little girls salty skin, adds quite a piquancy to both.”

“Now, honey.” Amanda said to Dawn. “Mommy is going to untie your hands and feet but Mommy wants you to stay just as you are, let Mommy’s words hold you just as tight as those pretty silk stockings.”

With obvious expertise Amanda soon undid the bindings from Dawn’s wrists and ankles, leaving the hose still attached to the frame, and as each was untied Amanda pressed down lightly indicating to Dawn that they were still held firmly in place.

Amanda looked over at Ali who was letting her hand slide over the silky damp material of her recently acquired panties.

“Well.” Amanda started her narrative as she almost nonchalantly let the backs of her long red fingernails stroke up and down Dawn’s side, barely touching her skin. “Amanda arranged to be made regent and said that she would be much better able to care for her sleeping charge if she was taken to Amanda’s Sapphic Sanctum, for that is what Amanda had renamed the old castle. The very next day four of Amanda’s ex-novices arrived arrayed in white satin gowns, their dark hair piled high and woven through with golden thread, their arms were bare save for a golden serpent that coiled around their upper arms. They did not stay long, leaving in a horse drawn carriage that also carried Princess Dawn on a plain wooden litter, a thin white silk sheet the only concession to her modesty.”

Amanda’s fingers now circled Dawns breasts in a languid figure of eight as she continued.

“The four beautiful young women and their precious cargo traveled through the day and night never stopping to rest and when they came to the sanctum none were surprised that even though she had seen them depart the palace Amanda was waiting for them. She was dressed as they were with the addition that on her head, as if dressed into her hair was a diamond and emerald tiara. ‘Welcome home my children.’ Amanda said with outstretched arms and each one in turn received the gift of her embrace, their cheeks resting on her ample bosom and saying ‘Thank you, Mommy, I am happy to be home with you again.’

‘Take her to the heart of the sanctum and prepare her for her initiation’ Amanda said as she looked upon the face of Princess Dawn lying still asleep on her litter.’

Amanda let her fingers move down Dawn’s body still with the lightest touch possible, spiraling in towards her baby’s navel.

“As the Sister’s of Sappho carried their newest member into the central chamber of the sanctum, their now bare feet quiet on the cold marble floor, Aliandra, Amanda’s second in command and beloved sister in the flesh entered from the other side wearing nothing but boots and a pair of almost see through white panties.”

As she said the last Amanda nodded to Ali before she bent her lips and softly kissed Dawn’s nipple, distracting her as Ali removed her top and skirt. Raising her head when Ali was suitably un-attired Amanda continued.

“Ali, for strangely that is what Princess Amanda called her darling little sis, ordered the scantily clad girls to lay Princess Dawn out, just as in their own time each of them had been arrayed to be inducted into Amanda’s Sisterhood of Sapphic love.”

“Gently they tied Princess Dawn’s hands and feet to the bed, her slumber undisturbed. The bindings would only be required this one time Ali knew, for as the sleeping beauty was awakened and introduced to the pleasures Amanda could bestow thereafter she would gratefully submit herself to her new Mommy’s will.”

By now Ali was close to cumming but knew she should wait, the act of resisting itself adding to her arousal as Amanda’s fingers now slid up Dawn’s thigh, above her mound and down the other thigh before returning from whence they started.

Amanda let her fingers continue their teasing motion as she lay down beside her sweet almost mewling little girl, her mouth so close to her baby’s ear that Dawn could feel her Mommy’s breath as she continued.

“Amanda entered the inner sanctum and dismissed the coterie of maidens and lay down beside the sleeping young princess her mouth close to her ear and whispered. ‘Suscitatio quod adeo matris’ which were the secret words ‘Ilian’ had told Dawn many times would raise her from sleep, but had forbidden her to tell any living soul.”

As the Latin words fell like jewels from Amanda’s berry red lips, Ali felt herself waver and the dream she had been awoken from on Amanda’s arrival came back to her and she knew without being told what would happen next.

“The sleeping princess opened her eyes but as Amanda was to one side of her all she saw was Ali.” Amanda intoned as she stood and started to undress. “Princess Dawn looked at the beautiful, if strangely dressed woman before her and said “Who are you and where am I?”

The dream swam through Ali’s mind and unbidden she said, “I am Sister Aliandra and you are in the Sanctum of Our Mother, Amanda. She has brought you here to live a life devoted to her and your Sisters.”

“What! Cried Dawn.” Amanda took up the story, knowing that Ali would follow her lead without the need for further prompting as the words she had left earlier triggered in Ali’s mind.

“Just then, Amanda stepped into view and said. ‘From now on I am your Mommy and your very existence, I can give you such beautiful freedom by binding you body and soul to me, child.” As she spoke the words Amanda climbed on top of her darling girl just as she explained the fictional Amanda did.

“Look deep in to my eyes, child, let yourself fall in to them, give yourself to me as Ali shows you the delights that await you when you become Mommy’s good little girl.”

On cue Dawn felt Ali’s breath on the inside of her thigh and tensed as she awaited the tongue she knew would soon be tasting her rapidly flowing juices. And as she knew it would be, it was there, warm and tender, seeking the softness of her secret place as Amanda held her gaze and told her how very beautiful, her little baby girl was.

 

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 3

Katie let out a soft sigh as she lifted her mug of hot chocolate to her lips, her breath sending small ripples across the dark surface. She placed the mug back on the glass table, lent back on the red leather bench seat of the café and looked aimlessly out of the window, watching as the late afternoon turned dark, the world seeming to run along without her.

Around her feet were several bags containing cheap gifts for family and friends, presents she didn’t really like giving but on an interns salary it was all she could afford.

With a smile she let her hand touch the one extravagance she had allowed herself. The yellow hard paper bag with its cord handles and embossed red lettering spoke of its cost and it sat beside her on the seat in pride of place. She withdrew her hand and with another sigh brushed a lock of her blonde hair from in front of her sad blue eyes and returned her gaze to the window.

Suddenly her eye was caught by a woman walking down the other side of the street. She was tall with long way red hair and her white silk blouse, tight fitting black knee length skirt and black stilettos seemed out of place among the puffer jackets and overcoats of the other people around her. Katie squeezed her denim clad thighs together as she felt the familiar warm buzz in her loins, instantly aware of how tight her t-shirt was beneath her old grey fleece as her nipples sprung to attention. The air suddenly seemed thicker, warmer and Katie found herself shrugging out of the winter weight fleece.

It wasn’t just the woman’s undeniable beauty that held Katie’s attention, it was her poise, the way she seemed walk with a purpose, her head held proudly as she breezed through the crowd, a path seeming to open in front of her as she passed. She reached the lights on the corner and seemed unaware of the many pairs of eyes, Katie’s included, that appraised her, admired her, lusted after her.

Even the stop sign appeared to watch this angelic vision, turning green instantly to allow her to continue on her way unimpeded by the rush hour traffic before she finally disappeared from Katie’s view around the corner.

Isolated once more, the light seeming to go with the woman, Katie lifted her drink, sipping the warm minty chocolate, her one true friend in all situations. She glanced at the clock and knew she still had half an hour to kill before her train to the anonymous suburb that housed her small lonely apartment.

Right now the only light in Katie’s darkness was that it was only another 2 weeks to Christmas, when she could go back home and see her mom again. With that thought in her mind she looked again at the bag beside her.

“Is this seat taken?”

Katie jumped at the sound of a woman’s voice, the words spoken with warmth and the hint of an English accent that for some reason reminded Katie of the warm thick drink she cradled in her hands. She looked up into the deep green eye’s of the woman she had so recently seen through the window.

“Yes, er, I mean no. Please, sit down, Miss.” Katie stammered even as a red tint lit her cheeks as the throb in her pussy returned with a vengeance. The woman appeared to be only a few years older than Katie’s twenty-two but she seemed to have the grace of someone much older, the sort of bearing that almost required deference.

The woman smiled, her berry red glossy lips parting slightly as she smoothed her skirt and all but flowed on to the seat across from Katie.

Katie looked down and through the glass table as the woman crossed her right leg over her left, her skirt riding up a little to reveal just the hint of her stocking clad thighs, and as the woman’s foot brushed one of Katie’s bags Katie noticed a flash as the light caught a small emerald jewel at the end of the woman’s gold ankle chain.

“What can I get you today?” For the second time in as many minutes Katie jumped.

The woman smiled at the waitress, a girl about the same age as Katie, her dark bobbed hair and grey eyes quite alluring, and on any other day the woman would have paid her more attention, still she new she could always return. Noting the name badge on the waitress’s left breast the woman replied. “Oh, I don’t know, Carla.” She turned her sunlight filled visage on Katie and said. “That smells really nice what is it?”

“This?” Katie asked lifting the almost empty cup. “Er it’s mint chocolate.”

“Mmm. Sounds, dreamy.” The woman all but moaned, fanning the already glowing embers that burned between Katie’s thighs. “But I always find hot chocolate makes you so sleepy.”

“I’ll have a frappe please, Carla and another mug of that dreamy chocolate for my friend.” The woman said before turning to Katie and asking. “Unless you have to go of course?”

Katie quickly weighed up the alternatives; she could accept a drink and remain in the presence of this absolute vision of Sapphic desire or slope off into the growing darkness to the station. The decision was not protracted. “I’d love another, I’ve plenty of time.”

The woman’s smile sent tingles through Katie’s body, her nipples sending confirmatory signals to her pussy.

“One mint chocolate and one frappe, coming right up.” Carla said breezily as she turned and left, her hips swaying, inviting further attention.

“I’m Amanda by the way.” The redhead said, holding her hand out across the table, her palm down, fingers bent slightly.”

“Oh, right I’m Katherine.” Katie replied as she looked at the proffered hand, a large emerald and diamond ring glinting on Amanda’s ring finger. Katie wasn’t sure whether to shake or kiss it. She went for the safer option and smiled as she added. “Katie to my friends.”

Amanda’s smile was full of warmth that seemed to envelope Katie as she said. “Pleased to meet you, Katie.” Katie looked into the deep emerald eyes that seemed to almost glow in Amanda’s beautifully made up face and the whole world seemed to fade.

“Here you go, ladies.” Carla said and Katie realized with a blush she was still holding Amanda’s hand lightly in her own. She shook her head to try and clear the daze she seemed to have fallen in to, wondering how long she had been sat like that.

Carla placed a large white mug in front of Katie and a tall glass of light brown frothy frappe complete with 2 straws in front of Amanda.

“Looks like you were right about that chocolate.” Carla said with mirth as she glanced at a yawning Katie before turning and leaving once more.

“Sorry.” Katie said, embarrassed at her lack of manners.

“That’s alright, honey. It was me who suggested it would make you sleepy, you would probably have never thought of it before.

“Looks like you’ve had a busy day, honey.” Amanda said glancing down through the glass of the table to the bags.

Katie followed the glance, aware that she really liked the way Amanda called her honey, it reminded her of her mom who used to call her that when she was little. “Just some Christmas presents.” Katie explained as she noticed Amanda’s shoe release itself from her heel and start to sway softly from her toes, the emerald glinting as Amanda moved her foot gently.

“And a little treat for yourself.” Amanda said looking now at the bag at Katie’s side.

Katie didn’t understand at first and then she saw where Amanda was looking and said. “Oh, this? No, this is a present too, for my mom.”

“I love their lingerie, your mom is a very lucky lady.” Amanda said, her voice softening as she said. “Lingerie from Gardenia’s and such a pretty daughter. Can I see?”

Katie blushed at the compliment and thought of the box inside the bag and how the shop assistant had folded the silky lingerie so reverently, wrapping it in white tissue and sprinkling a few lavender scented beads on top. Katie didn’t want to spoil it but she couldn’t refuse.

With almost trembling fingers she lifted the box on to the table, opened it and peeled back the protecting tissue. She took the shoestring straps in each hand and lifted out the yellow teddy with its embroidered red rose motif and held it up, the scent of lavender now permeating the air.

“That is absolutely beautiful, Honey.” Amanda purred. “I’m sure your mom will look absolutely ravishing in it.”

At first Katie smiled as she pictured her mom encased in the silky soft fabric, her firm breasts straining, nipples erect as she… But then a cloud passed across her face as she replaced the garment gently in the box. “She’ll probably never wear it.” Katie sighed.

In that instant Amanda guessed the situation, her nipples growing hard as she said. “And if she did, you wouldn’t see her in it.”

Without realizing it Katie nodded and a tear formed in the corner of her eye.

When she had left home for college Katie finally admitted, at least to herself, that the string of boyfriends she had had during high school were not what she wanted, they left her cold, unfulfilled. She thought at first she was just not a passionate person and then along came Helen, her first year housemate.

Helen was the sporty type with the sort of tan you only get from playing tennis all summer and a musculature gained from hours in the pool, giving her a strong fluid frame. Add to all that her long blonde hair and you have every nerds dreamboat.

At first they had gotten off on the wrong foot and hardly spoke, but then one night, fueled by several margaritas they had opened up, verbally and eventually carnally to each other, and Katie had found her true place in life.

They stayed together throughout college, though after the first blush of passion they had settled into an open relationship, sharing each others beds and bodies, or sleeping alone or with someone else as the mood took them.

Katie had believed she loved Helen, but the other girl’s lack of commitment had grated and they had become like a comfy pair of shoes you keep at the back of the wardrobe, you know they are old and should be thrown away but you just can’t help feeling that you might need them again one day.

Although it was Helen who had opened the door, she wasn’t the one that starred in Katie’s masturbatory fantasies, no that honor belonged to Lucia, Katie’s mom. The first time it had happened Katie had been disgusted with herself, but the strength of the orgasm had burned her mom deep into her sexual psyche, and, over time, Lucia had eclipsed all others in her desires. Oh she had flings, but never serious ones and her mom came between her and her lovers in a way that would probably have shocked Lucia to her catholic core.

Now every time she returned home to visit Katie would dream of realizing her fantasy, of seducing, or even better, allowing herself to be seduced by her mom. She had tried to let her mom know how she felt, letting the hello kiss linger just that bit too long, walking around the house in her long satin silk dressing gown and letting it fall open to reveal her aching breasts, but so far her love, her erotic love at least, was unrequited.

Katie’s heart went cold as she realized the admission she had made with that simple nod. “I. I must be going. I’m going to be late.” Katie said, the tears refusing to leave her eyes as she put her moms special Christmas present back in its bag. She was about to bend down and grab her other bags when she felt Amanda’s cool fingers grip her wrist gently but firmly.

“There’s no need to run away, honey.” Amanda said.

“I’m not!” Katie said, rather more harshly than she intended. “Thank you for the drink, I really must be going.”

Amanda kept hold of Katie’s wrist “It’s alright, Honey. I’m not going to tell anyone. We all have secrets, things we keep in our heart, yours is no darker than anyone else’s, believe me.”

Katie wanted to stay, to spend more time with this vision that had wafted into her dreary day. “You don’t think I’m sick then?”

The smile that Amanda turned on Katie almost melted the young girls heart. “No, sweetie. I don’t judge others, lest they judge me.”

Katie tried a half smile but it didn’t seem to work, she was torn between her embarrassment and her desire. Amanda however was in no doubt as to what she was going to do. She knew it was risky, but serendipity had smiled on her this late December evening, and delivered an early Christmas present she wasn’t going to let go.

“Look into my eyes, honey, and you will know I am telling you the truth.” Amanda said, her voice soft and oozing sincerity.

Katie bit her bottom lip and looked up into the beautiful deep green eyes, the pupils like deep pools in the middle of a meadow. She had expected to see disgust but all she saw was truth and acceptance and her fear washed away.

“See, honey you will always know I am telling you the truth when you look into my eyes. You’ve had such a long day, honey, trailing round those warm stores, carrying all those heavy bags. And now that lovely warm minty chocolate is making you feel warm and sleepy.” Amanda spoke softly her voice barely above a whisper.

Leaning forward so that she could hear better Katie felt like the dark centers of Amanda’s beautiful green eyes were pulling her in.

“It’s alright, honey. Just keep looking into my eyes and know that I am telling you the truth. You want to let your eyes close, honey, to drift into a deep peaceful sleep. And soon you will, soon you will drift away to a deep, deep sleep where you can still hear my voice, it will be like floating in the pools in my eyes and you will know I am telling you the truth, honey.” Amanda continued, as her pussy throbbed with anticipation and her nipples rubbed against her silky blouse with each measured breath.

Katie realized how tired she was, it had been such a long day and that lovely warm chocolate, so thick and creamy seemed to flow through her veins, making her feel sluggish and so very drowsy.

“Soon, honey, so very soon you can close those tired, sleepy eyes and just listen to my voice as I tell you the truth. You feel so warm and so safe, honey, so trusting because you know I’m telling you the truth. You know I’m telling you the truth now even when you are not looking into my eyes, don’t you, honey?” Amanda swallowed hard, this was the crucial step.

Through pursed lips Amanda let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding as Katie replied dreamily. “Yes.”

“Good girl, honey.” Amanda encouraged. “So now you can close your eyes and let yourself sink into a deep sleep, a sleep where you are all warm and safe where all you can hear is my voice speaking the truth.”

Even as Katie’s eyelids fluttered Amanda was sliding around to sit beside her, an arm protectively around the young girls shoulder and with her other she gently brushed the girls blonde hair behind her ear.

With her glossy red lips mere inches from Katie’s ear, her perfume filling the young woman’s nostrils, Amanda took her new captive deeper into her trance. Not that Amanda used the words trance or hypnosis, she knew not to use words that might heighten her subjects defenses, so holding Katie protectively her words were of safety and trust and truth. She didn’t tell the girl to go deeper, or to drift, she led her, telling Katie to trust her and go with her to where it was warm and safe and Amanda was with her all the way.

“Good, girl Katie. Just listen to me and sleep, sleep and listen to me.” Amanda said as she felt Katie’s body sag as she gave up her volition to Amanda’s silky words.

“You can stay asleep, honey, but open your eyes and sit up.” Amanda whispered and watched as Katie’s eyes fluttered open to stare glassily forward.

“Let me get the check then we can go and do a little shopping, honey.” Amanda said as she caught Carla’s attention and was rewarded with a lovely smile from the sexy waitress as she approached their table.

“Could we have the check please, Carla?” Amanda asked.

Carla took her pad out of her pocket, found their tab and placed it in front of Amanda. “Is your friend okay, miss?” she inquired looking with concern at the immobile figure of Katie who continued to stare straight ahead oblivious of Carla’s presence.

“Yes she’s just a little tired.” Amanda assured her as she passed a 10 note to Carla with a cheery, “Keep the change, honey.”

The waitress smiled her thanks and was about to leave when Amanda placed her hand lightly on Carla’s forearm. “Carla, I wonder if you could help us?”

Quite happy to be detained and very aware of Amanda’s light touch she replied. “If I can, miss.”

“We need to go downtown to finish our shopping trip but I was wondering if we could leave these bags here, as my friend is a little tired. We will be a bit tied up for a couple of days but we could pick them up by Friday.” Amanda explained, glancing towards the docile girl at her side.

“We close in 25 minutes.” Carla said as she glanced at the clock over the counter. “And we can’t leave stuff here overnight I’m afraid.”

“Oh, well.” Amanda said, removing her hand from Carla’s arm.

“I suppose I could take them, I only live a couple of blocks away, you could give me a ring and pick them up whenever you want.” Carla said sweetly as she scribbled on her order pad, ripped off the page and passed it to Amanda.

Amanda took the sheet of plain paper and saw that Carla had scribbled her phone number. “You can call me anytime, just leave a message. I get off work same time most nights.”

Amanda, who was well used to the dance heard the invitation and smiled her response. “That really is very sweet of you, Carla.”

Carla blushed softly, she wasn’t used to giving complete strangers her phone number but she really did want to see this woman again. “Just leave them there and I’ll pick them up on my way out.” Carla said, quite aware of the flush on her cheek and the warm tingle in her pussy.

Amanda folded Carla’s note and placed it in her purse as she stood and took hold of Katie’s hand saying. “Come along, honey. We have a lot to do before we are done today.”

 

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 4

Amanda entered her bedroom, looking totally different to the confident, poised glamorous young woman who had so easily entranced Katie in the coffee bar, the very same girl who now lay sleeping on Amanda’s king-size bed.

Amanda had removed all of her makeup and tied her long red hair back with a black scrunchy and wore a button through flower print cotton dress that, for all it’s simplicity, still showed off her large firm breasts nicely.

The cotton dress was fresh and cool against her naked flesh beneath and the semi-circular skirt hung to mid-calf. Amanda had raised an eyebrow when Katie had pointed it out earlier on their shopping trip, but Katie had said it was very like one her mom wore and so Amanda had added it to their other purchases.

They had talked quite a lot as they trailed round the department stores and it was during this time that Amanda had laid down the basis for her plan. She had entranced many a young woman for her own sexual pleasure, usually sending them on their way non the wiser that they had even met her. For the odd few she allowed the memory to linger in their dreams, haunting them with images of their sexual abandonment.

Katie however was different, not only was she a lesbian she also had a deep crush on her mom, an unrequited crush but it was a fixation Amanda intended to fully exploit. And so as they shopped and Katie told her all about her fantasies the plot thickened.

Amanda allowed herself the luxury of looking down on her soon to be baby girl and let her fingers stroke her breasts idly as she thought of the transformation to come before adjusting the stockings holding Katie’s wrists to the bed. She ensured that the knot was precisely on Katie’s pulse point and the restraining fabric perfectly dissected each palm before running between her middle and ring fingers.

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed so their hips were just touching and stroked Katie’s forehead and said softly, “Time to wake up, honey.”

In her dream Katie heard her mom call her in from playing in the yard and started to wake. Amanda watched as Katie’s eyes fluttered and opened dreamily.

“Hello sleepy head.” Amanda said as Katie looked up at her.

Katie murmured “Hi.” Before she looked around and came to her senses. “Where am I? Who are you?” The words carried a frightened edge and she tried to sit up and found herself completely restrained, hand and foot, her naked body spread-eagled on top of a bed covered by a white satin silk sheet.

Amanda contrived to look sad as she continued to stroke Katie’s brow saying. “Don’t struggle, honey. You don’t want to stretch Mommy’s best silk stockings, do you, honey.”

“Who are you?” Katie tried again, shaking her head to dislodge Amanda’s soothing caress.

“I’m your Mommy of course, honey. You have been a little unwell lately, but you’ll soon come to remember.” Amanda explained.

“You’re not my mom!” Katie all but shrieked, again trying to stop Amanda from stroking her forehead.

But Amanda just smiled indulgently and continued, her voice soft and soothing. “Of course, honey whatever you say, Mommy just wants to get her sweet baby girl back. Mommy wants her little Dawnie to be well again so that Mommy can show her how much she loves her. Why else would I use my best stockings to tie you up just like you always want me to do?”

Katie’s head turned away from Amanda, looking at the binding on her wrist. Even in her distressed state a part of her admired the way the restraints were tied. ‘But how does this woman I’ve never clapped eyes on before know I’ve fantasized about this so often?’ Katie screamed in her mind as an image came unbidden of the two of them sitting in a coffee bar then walking through a mall hand in hand. “No!” Katie shouted. “You’re not my mom! I don’t know who you are or who you think I am but you are not my Mom and I’m not your ‘Dawnie’ or anyone else.”

Amanda looked sad, as if Katie’s words were breaking her heart. “All right, honey, there’s no need to shout. I’m only trying to make you better, I even wore this dress you like so much to help. You must remember this honey. I wore it that day when our lives changed.”

Katie looked at the dress Amanda was wearing, so much like the one her mom had, but she wasn’t allowed the time to think about that as Amanda continued. “You do remember that day don’t you, honey?” Amanda made it sound like a desperate plea. “You came home from college for Christmas and I was in the kitchen baking. You came in and told me you loved me, and threw your arms around me, and I hugged you even though my hands were covered in flour and I told you I loved you too.”

Amanda looked abashed, a look that was not easy for her but she carried it off with aplomb nonetheless as she said. “You kissed me, not on my cheek but on my lips, and you stayed there too long. I could feel your heart beating, just as mine was and I almost kissed you back, just as I had longed to do for so long. But it didn’t seem right, I mean you were my sweet little girl and I thought I shouldn’t, so I broke the embrace and pretended that nothing had happened. I could see you were upset but I just couldn’t; not then.”

Katie’s mind spun, she did remember that day, it hadn’t worked out as she had dreamed it would and she had gone up to her room and dreamed of how it should have been, just as this woman now described it.

“Then,” Amanda continued, her finger idly running up and down Katie’s palm, sliding along the silky edge of her stocking. “You went for a shower, I heard you and knew there were no towels. So I washed my hands and brought one up to you. I crept in to the bathroom silently, still embarrassed about what had nearly happened. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help but look at the shower stall. And there you were, silhouetted through the rising steam and frosted glass, your lovely shape easy to see, just as I’d imagine it so many nights alone after you left for college. I don’t know why I did it, but I opened the door. You looked at me, the water cascading off your perfect skin. You didn’t even try to hide yourself.”

Katie began to think she was losing her mind. ‘That was just a fantasy! I know I dreamt about it happening like that but it didn’t.’ Katie’s mind cried out and she started to say the same but Amanda simply said. “Shush honey, just listen and you will come to remember.

“I looked at you, my hands shaking almost as much as my legs were. I knew I should go, just leave with the image of you forever sweet and pure; but I couldn’t, honey. You looked so lovely, so inviting, and I could see in your eyes that you wanted me to stay.”

Amanda licked her dry lips and Katie felt herself becoming aroused, a part of her mind tried to tell her this was wrong, that this never happened and anyway this woman isn’t your mom, but Katie couldn’t focus away from those lips, watching as they continued to speak.

” ‘Do you want Mommy to wash your hair, sweetheart, like I used to?’ I asked and I daren’t wait for an answer, I just climbed in with you still wearing this dress. Please remember sweetheart, remember how Mommy looked that afternoon, the water soaking me, making my long red hair dark, the material of my dress sticking to my flesh, my nipples betraying my arousal.”

Katie’s breathing became a little labored as she fought to not think of the images her Mommy, no not her mom, this woman was planting, but she couldn’t help it, the words were matching her fantasies so closely, so closely it was difficult to split reality from desire.

Amanda’s hand was now stroking Katie’s stomach as her story continued. “I lathered your hair, feeling your soft back against my breasts, and I thought about how I wanted you to suckle them even as the suds fell on to them.” Amanda now let her fingers brush the base of Katie’s breasts. “I let my hands slide down, over your shoulders to cup your tits. You don’t know how long I had imagined how they would feel, sweetheart.”

Katie was beginning to find it difficult to swallow, and she knew Amanda could see her rising arousal plainly displayed atop her nubile firm breasts and she suspected that the air was beginning to take on that aroma she recognized so well, and knowing that Mommy could smell it too only added to the feelings.

Once more she had to pull herself up thinking that this mad woman was her Mom. ‘I know she’s not my mom.’ Katie almost whimpered to herself and tried to conjure up her Mom’s face. But just at that moment Amanda lifted her head and looked straight at Katie, holding her eyes as she licked her lips once more and any other image vanished like morning mist.

“You were so warm, so fresh and pure and I wanted you so badly it hurt. I wanted you to be my little girl and to let me show you how much I loved you. Please say you will come to remember sweetheart.”

Katie could hardly breathe as she imagined, remembered, she was no longer sure.

“Then I turned you around and my lips found yours, the water streaming off us, but not as hot as my desire for you, and I think you for me. I wanted that kiss to last forever, my sweet baby girl.

“You look tired, sweetheart.” Amanda said suddenly leaving Katie almost gasping, almost moaning out loud. “Why don’t you try and sleep for a little bit and we’ll talk more later?”

‘Oh yeah like I’ll sleep!’ Katie thought to herself as Amanda leant forward, her cotton covered breasts pressing lightly against Katie’s as she kissed her on the forehead, ‘just like mom used to’ Katie thought as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

Amanda smiled as she watched Katie slip away into a land of dreams she knew would be haunted by thoughts of showers and lips and longing. “Just half an hour, baby girl, then Mommy will help you cum to remember who you are going to be.” She said as she stood and left Katie alone.

Once more Amanda entered her room and settled herself on the bed, she was still wearing her new dress, although now she had undone 3 buttons at the top and 5 at the bottom and as she sat she carefully arranged the material to display as much leg, including her stocking tops, as was possible. When she was satisfied with the effect she woke her baby girl gently. “Dawn. Dawn, its time to wake up, sweetheart.”

Once more, Katie’s consciousness swam to the surface and on opening her eyes she saw the face that had enlivened her sleep, calling her by her name. She smiled and almost said, ‘Hello Mommy.’ But didn’t, the memory of earlier flooding her mind, overpowering it with the images this woman, who would have Katie believe was her Mommy, had planted.

“Look what Mommy has, sweetie.” Amanda said, her face beaming with real joy as she held up a small gold cylinder with a black base.

“Do you remember buying me this that first Christmas we were together properly, darling?” Amanda said as she removed the gold cover to reveal a bright red lipstick, much used but still as vibrant as the day it was bought, which was not so strange as Amanda had only bought it that very day.

Katie did remember buying it for her Mom, she’d seen it in a shop before she had returned home for the holidays and had dreamed of her mom wearing it Christmas Day as she kissed her darling little girl all over.

“And,” Amanda continued. “I still keep the gift tag you used. Can you remember what you put, honey?”

Katie did remember, or she thought she did, she’d put. “Happy Christmas, Mom.” That wasn’t what she’d wanted to put, no that was… But her thoughts were disturbed, no blown away as she heard this woman read from the little gold tag in her hand, the very words. “A vain attempt to guild the lily, to try to make your beautiful lips even more desirable to me. All my love, your darling baby girl, Dawn.”

“I… I didn’t write that, I’m s… sure I didn’t.” Katie said, sounding anything but sure.

“But it’s in your handwriting, sweetheart. Look.” Amanda turned the gold card so that Katie could see. “It is your handwriting isn’t it, Dawn.”

Katie stared at the flowing script that was unmistakably hers. Presented with such concrete proof, she was at a loss to explain it and so simply nodded and said “Yes.” very softly.

Amanda’s heart leapt, it was a small victory to be sure, but wars were all about small victories, and Katie agreeing that something she knew deep down was not real had happened was certainly a victory, as was her acceptance of the name Dawn, or if not acceptance then at least the fact that she didn’t seem to notice.

Amanda pressed ahead with her plan so as not to give Katie the opportunity to examine what was happening in too much detail. “Do you want Mommy to wear some? Like I did that Christmas Morning.” Amanda asked huskily as she raised the bright red creamy stick in one hand whilst the other went to the next button down on her dress.

Katie’s mind reeled, she knew what Amanda was going to do and the very thought of it made her whole body tingle, in her dream her mom had just said thank you and put it with her other gifts. ‘No this is the dream’ Katie tried to correct herself but her Mommy was waiting for a reply, twiddling the button provocatively as she asked. “Well, Dawn, do you want Mommy to put on her lipstick, just how you like her to wear it?”

Katie nodded almost imperceptibly, but that was not enough of a victory for Amanda who said. “Ask Mommy nicely, baby girl.”

Katie tried to swallow, tried not to say what she really wanted, needed to say, but she failed as the words seemed to leave her mouth of their own volition. “Please, Mommy.”

Katie knew in her heart this wasn’t her Mommy, but what could it hurt, she had to see if she would do what Katie thought, hoped, desired she would do.

As Amanda brought the shiny red lipstick to her mouth and without a mirror applied layer after layer, the color deepening with each stroke until her full lips gleamed. And as she applied it she undid the remaining buttons of her dress, letting it fall open, only just covering her nipples that now stood to attention.

Amanda slid one hand under her right breast and lifted it and, with her eyes locked with Katie’s, she bent her head as she lifted her nipple towards those berry red lips and kissed her nipple, smearing the creamy redness all around her aureole.

Katie could hear her heart beat rise. ‘Oh God!’ she thought. ‘Please let her, please.’ And she did. Without breaking eye contact Amanda lent forward, her breast still held in her hand and positioned the red coated nipple inches from Katie’s eager mouth. “Ask Mommy nicely, baby girl.” Amanda all but whispered.

Katie was almost ready to swoon, straining to get her lips around the beautiful breast, to taste the lipstick and feel the hard nub against her searching tongue. ‘It doesn’t mean anything.’ Katie told herself as she said “Please, Mommy! Please let your baby girl suck your tittie, Mommy.”

Katie thought it didn’t mean anything, but Amanda knew differently and as she moved close enough for Katie to take the proffered nipple she said. “Good little girl, Dawn. Suckle Mommy and sleep, and you will soon cum to remember.”

Katie tasted her Mommy and the lipstick and she sucked on the breast sending quivers of pleasure through Amanda’s body, but Amanda couldn’t give in to her own desires right now, she still had to make her baby girl remember who Amanda wanted her to be.

As she suckled, Katie felt a warm glow spread through her desire racked body and her eyes became so heavy she let them close for just an instant and the warmth and the dreams covered her like a duvet.

“Sleep now, baby girl and soon you will cum to remember.” Amanda said, repeating the refrain that would result in her conquest of this lovely young girl.

Katie continued to suck on her Mommy’s breast even as she fell deeper into sleep and Amanda at last allowed herself to touch her pussy, reveling in the sensations her body and mind were feeling. She allowed herself to reach the edge of release before stopping, keeping her desire pent up for her lovely baby girl.

She left Dawn, for she was now more Dawn than Katie to her unfulfilled dreams, pausing only to remove a cute pink dress from the wardrobe, hanging it over the door where Dawn would be able to see it when she woke.

 

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 5

Amanda stood beside the tub, the air of the pristine white bathroom filling with steam and the scent of jasmine and rosemary. She had smiled as she poured in the aromatic oil as she recalled, ‘rosemary for remembrance’.

The suds threatened to overwhelm the sides of the freestanding antique bathtub even before Amanda let the flowery cotton dress fall from her shoulders to pile in a discarded heap around her feet, probably never to be worn again.

With deliberate slowness Amanda peeled down her stockings then stepped into the warm embrace of the bath, sinking slowly beneath it’s calming waters, oblivious of, and unconcerned for, the avalanche of foam and water that cascaded on to the tiled floor.

With a sigh she inhaled the relaxing and invigorating aroma and thought of her little baby girl, tied and asleep in the next room, her mind confused and aroused as dreams swam through her mind.

Amanda knew that the transformation was nearly complete, that she would soon supplant Katie’s mom in the girls fantasies and desires, Katie would still exist but she would be Dawn whenever she was with Amanda, a sweet loving little girl for Amanda to dress up and fuck whenever, wherever and however she chose.

An involuntary moan escaped from Amanda’s throat as she planned the rest of the evening, with its preordained climax.

Eager to finish her latest project, but careful not to rush so that the dreams her baby girl was having would have chance to ripen and mature to produce a fine wine of desire, Amanda rose from the steaming waters. Foam slipped slowly down her milky skin that glowed a healthy pink from the warmth of her spa. Anyone lucky enough to see her would have instantly thought of Venus rising, fully formed, from the foam of the sea.

Adjusting the taps Amanda stood beneath the large round shower head and let the fresh water rinse away all traces of soap before retrieving a bottle of shampoo and starting to lather her long red hair. The scent of lavender joined the air and seemed to hover around her like a purple aura.

With her ablutions complete and her arousal plain for anyone to see Amanda climbed out of the tub, wrapped a large white bath sheet around her and turbaned her hair before padding on damp feet out into the hall.

As she passed her bedroom she couldn’t resist looking inside at the latest object of her desire. Dawn was obviously still asleep, her arms and legs pulling lightly against her silken bonds as her hips swayed, grinding her buttocks against the satin sheets.

Kneeling beside the bound beauty Amanda whispered close to Dawn’s ear, “Mommy loves her baby girl so very much, sweetheart, be a good girl for Mommy and she will let you cum to remember.”

Dawn whimpered and would, had she not been so elegantly restrained, been playing with herself in her sleep.

“Dream of Mommy, my darling little girl, dream of my luscious red lips and deep green eyes. Dream of suckling my breast as I stroke your lovely blonde hair and let my fingers slip softly inside you.” Amanda cooed, knowing her words were fanning the already glowing embers of Dawn’s redirected passion.

Amanda slipped out of the room quietly leaving Dawn to her dreams and entered her dressing / play room. She settled herself in front of the dressing table and towel dried her lovely red locks, finger combing the natural corkscrew curls before setting about her makeup. Not this time the homespun plainness of Lucia, no this time Dawn would wake to the elegant desirable Amanda in all her beauty.

When she was satisfied that her makeup was perfect, the green eye shadow accentuating her eyes and the almost liquid red lips glowing and just asking to be kissed, she slipped into her new teddy and pulled on a white satin dressing gown. A pair of white heeled mules completed her attire and, with a final glance in the full-length mirror, she returned to her task.

As soon as Amanda opened the door, the scent of sex and sweat greeted her and the previously clean sheet bore the blotchy hallmarks of the young woman’s passionate dream.

Standing at the bottom of the bed, her heeled slippers adding to her already impressive height Amanda called softly and lyrically, “Dawn, Dawn. Its time to wake up, sweetheart.”

Dawn whimpered as she returned to the real world, still unfulfilled despite the intensity of her dreams, but smiled as she look at her Mommy standing at the foot of her bed. “You look beautiful, Mommy.” Dawn said, the awe in her voice evident and pleasing to Amanda.

“Do you like Mommy’s gown, princess?” Amanda asked as her newly varnished nails of her left hand stroked her firm bosom through the silky material, their redness standing out sharply against the incongruously virgin whiteness of her wrap. Her right hand toyed with the tail of the belt’s bow, threatening, promising, teasing to release its firm cinching grip and reveal what was hidden beneath.

“Its lovely, Mommy. Just like you.” Dawn said sheepishly as a blush rose on her cheeks.

‘So close now, I can almost taste it’ Amanda thought to herself as she moved around the bed and sat beside the still restrained Dawn. “Should Mommy untie you now, my Angel?” Amanda asked looking deep into her baby girls eyes, noting for the first time just how bright and clear they were, like two Sri Lankan sapphires.

“If you want to, Mommy.” Dawn said softly

Such deference touched even Amanda’s heart, for she knew that the transformation was not yet complete, but such acceptance could not go unrewarded and so, without a word, Amanda bent her head and pressed her lips against those of her captive. She sensed the slightest resistance before Dawns lips parted allowing Amanda’s expert tongue to slip inside the young woman’s warm mouth, exploring in a way that presaged the culmination to come.

As quickly as she had started Amanda stopped and sat up straight, once more locking her deep green eyes to the trusting, wanting orbs before her. “Do you want to cum to remember, sweet baby? To cum to remember who your Mommy wants you to be? To cum to remember who you need to be to make your Mommy happy?”

At that very moment, with the taste of Amanda still in her mouth, the creamy lipstick smeared on her lips and the scent of Lavender on Amanda’s hair only just discernible above her own aroma of need, Katie realized that she did want to remember, to become Dawn or whoever this wonderful, beautiful, desirable creature wanted her to be. Right now she wanted it more than life itself and the realization sent sparks flying between her nipples and pussy threatening the release she so desired. But even that need she realized was subject to the answer her Mommy was waiting for.

Before Dawn could speak Amanda smiled and placed a finger over Dawns lips, “Its alright, my darling. I understand you aren’t ready, yet, to cum, to remember.”

Dawn wanted to scream that she was, that she loved her Mommy with all her heart and soul and especially her body, but the finger across her lips seemed to have turned her mute. With a pounding heart she looked into Amanda’s face expecting to see sadness, or worse, rejection, but all she saw was love, love tinged with passion and desire and her panic died.

Amanda knew that Katie wanted to be Dawn now, but she wasn’t, not yet, but very soon she would be. She stood and walked to the wardrobe and felt the silky smooth material of the little pink dress that hung on the outside. “Do you remember me buying this for you, sweetheart?” Amanda asked, a certain wistful quality haunting her voice.

In an instant a vision sprung into Dawn’s mind. She was in a department store, had been for ages, walking, holding her Mommy’s hand and talking as she tried on shoes and lingerie and dresses, she couldn’t remember what any of them looked like now but she did remember this dress.

“Would you like me to buy it for you?” Amanda had asked as they stood in front of the mannequin.

Katie had always loved pretty clothes and right now this one seemed to be the most beautiful dress in the shop, it was baby pink satin, sleeveless and strapless, the bodice ruched and elasticated, tailored over the breast and the smooth satin A-line skirt would hang about halfway down Katie’s thighs. The material was just heavy enough to fall in soft folds.

“Well, sweetheart, should Mommy buy her little girl this pretty pink dress?” Amanda asked patiently.

“Is it expensive?” Katie had asked

“I expect so, my darling, but it will look so nice on you, but, if I buy it, you have to promise Mommy that you will be her good little girl and do everything Mommy asks you to do.”

“I will, Mommy. I promise.” Katie said as she reached out and felt the satiny smooth hem between her finger and thumb.

“You do remember, don’t you.” Amanda stated, bringing Dawn back from her recollection.

“Yes, Mommy I remember, I said if you bought it I would be your good little girl; I promised.”

Amanda’s smile warmed the young woman’s heart and she almost missed the fact that Amanda had loosened the belt of her gown. Amanda held the robe in place as she turned to face her beautiful baby girl.

“Mommy has a surprise for you, sweetheart.” Amanda said as she let the gown fall open, off her shoulders and, with a soft swish, fell to the floor to reveal her yellow silk teddy with its red rose motif, her breasts with their erect nipples straining against the gossamer thin silk.

“Are you ready to cum now, my sweet innocent little girl?” Amanda asked as she stepped closer to the bed. “To cum and to remember you are my lovely baby girl and I am your Mommy who loves you in every way.”

Again Dawn whimpered, her desire her longing too great to bear as she watched her Mommy, her wonderful, beautiful, sexy Mommy kneel at the foot of her bed.

“Do you want Mommy to show you how much she loves you, my angel?” Amanda asked rhetorically, for Dawn was so far gone that words were beyond her, but Amanda knew she was ready, could smell the girl’s hungry desire as she bent her head towards the dripping source of the aroma.

She paused as the tips of her hair brushed Dawn’s sensitive, restrained thighs before continuing towards the center of the transformation.

Soft kisses on those tender thighs brought gasps from Dawn as her Mommy drew out the moment, savoring the fresh skin with its taste of sweat and desire.

Amanda could see the clit, already engorged, waiting impatiently for her attention. But it would have to wait, this was no time for haste, no time to rush whilst her fingers could fondle and squeeze Dawn’s hardened nipples, whilst her tongue mixed her saliva and lipstick with the warm honey flowing from Dawn’s pussy.

Up and down Amanda let her tongue explore the lips of her lovely sweet little girl, her nose occasionally touching the nub of pleasure making Dawn buck with longing.

Dawn could not hold back any longer, the sensations flowing through her young body were driving her towards oblivion and just as she was about to find that blessed release Amanda lifted her head and said “Say the words, Dawn.”

In her delirium Dawn heard what her Mommy said and from some dark corner of her mind words sprang forth, she knew what they were, even what they meant but right now all that mattered was to say them and cum. “I love you Mommy, make your baby girl cum, make your little Dawnie cum to remember!”

Dawn wasn’t even sure she said them out loud, but she knew she must have for just then she felt her Mommy’s warm lips surround her clit, massaging it gently before flicking it rapidly with her tongue like the wings of a butterfly, and on those wings Dawn found the release she needed and blackness engulfed her as she came.

As Amanda felt her new baby girl cum and lapse into unconsciousness she let her tongue return to the source of that beautiful nectar, lapping at the red swollen lips, easing her lovely baby girl into her new life.

When the small quivers stopped Amanda lifted her head and smiled, not a smile of victory, but of love and anticipation, for Dawn was hers now and soon she would be doing things to please her loving Mommy.

She stood and slipped out of the teddy before untying Dawn, for there was no longer any need for restraint, unless of course Amanda decided there was later for her own pleasure.

With her arms and legs free Dawn curled herself into a fetal ball and Amanda lay beside her.

Amanda realized she had fallen asleep only when she felt Dawn’s luscious lips seeking out her nipple, even whilst the young girl was still half a sleep. “That’s a good little girl Dawnie, Mommy likes you to suckle, rest now sweetheart, we have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mommy.” Dawn replied, lifting her sleep filled eyes to look at her beautiful Mommy, gorgeous even with the red smear of lipstick and cum around her mouth. “I love you Mommy.” She sighed as sleep claimed her once more.

 

Dawn of a sleeping beauty / Chapter 6

Dawn was sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the door into the hall. In the corner, the TV chattered away unheard, unseen. She was wearing her favorite little pink dress and her feet, in their lace trimmed white cotton ankle socks, were pulled up onto the sofa which made her dress had ride up just enough to show her pretty pink silk panties.

Her heart quickened as she heard the familiar click, click of stiletto heels on the wooden staircase and she knew her wait was over, her Mommy was coming down to see her.

Dawn’s sweet blue eyes widened with delight as her Mommy turned from the concealing stairs in to the hall. “Oh, Mommy!” Dawn exclaimed, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Amanda smiled, and Dawn’s heart flipped as her Mommy walked towards her, hips swaying sexily.

Dawn, of course, always thought her Mommy looked beautiful, but right now not many people still with breath in their bodies and eyes in their head would have disagreed. The first thought that sprang into Dawn’s mind, making her giggle in that way her Mommy found so arousing was ‘Jessica Rabbit!’

It was the first time Dawn could ever remember her Mommy wearing red, she normally went with greens, blues or black, but this was scarlet.

The dress was split at the sides, right up to the top of Amanda’s thighs, the strapless, shoulder-less bodice looked like it had been painted on it was so tight, and it pushed Amanda’s bosom up and out in a most striking way. The material was heavy and the front seemed to form itself around her thighs as she walked, whereas the back was longer and swept behind her like the train of a wedding dress. The top of the dress was decorated with small tassels with ruby beads on the end that glinted as she walked.

Although the dress was sleeveless, from her wrist to her elbows she wore what looked like fingerless opera gloves, made of the same material as the gown and again decorated around both ends with tassels beaded with rubies.

Amanda had left her hair free, and it cascaded in thick waves around her head and over her bare shoulders. Her only jewellery was a Celtic gold torc worn around her upper right arm.

Suddenly, a dark cloud passed over Dawn’s mind, as the thought she quickly voiced, leapt at her. “Are you going out, Mommy?” The idea that her Mommy, dressed up like this, would go somewhere nice without her baby girl tugged at Dawn’s heartstrings.

“No, sweetheart.” Amanda said softly as she stood in front of Dawn. “I wouldn’t leave my baby girl all alone, and Auntie Ali is away so I couldn’t even ask her to baby sit for me.”

The darkness cleared and the sun shone brightly in Dawn’s face as the realization came to her that her Mommy had dressed up like that just for her, and her pussy tingled with pleasure and anticipation.

“I want to write a story, honey. Would you like to help.” Amanda asked, knowing the response without having to hear Dawn’s gleeful affirmation.

“Come along then, honey.” Amanda said as she held out her hand.

Eagerly, Dawn stood and, holding her Mommy’s hand, walked with her into the hall.

Amanda had always been an author, but she hated typing and writing things out long hand took so long, even if her stories had a special magic when done that way. So after Amanda had taken the lovely, lonely Katie and made her cum to remember that she was Dawn and Amanda was her loving Mommy, she had taken a whole new approach to writing, letting Dawn experience Amanda’s ideas, her thoughts and her desires, which Dawn would then transcribe when she awoke from the dream Amanda wove for her.

“After you, sweetheart.” Amanda said as they reached the foot of the stairs.

Dawn giggled, knowing full well why her Mommy wanted her to go first, it was one of the reasons Dawn liked her pretty satin silk baby doll dress so much, because her Mommy could see her cute silk panties as she climbed the stairs and, more often than not, put her hand up Dawn’s skirt as they climbed.

As they entered their bedroom Amanda told Dawn to undress and sit in front of the dressing table mirror. Dawn knew what was going to happen, and readily discarded her clothes, few that they were, and sat as her Mommy had instructed.

With Dawn seated, Amanda stood behind her and looked at the expectant, beautiful face, locking the trusting blue orbs with her deep green eyes and untied the pink ribbons that held Dawn’s hair in loose pigtails.

Amanda reached for Dawn’s silver plated hairbrush, her breasts brushing against Dawn’s bare back, sending tingles of delight down the young woman’s spine.

With long smooth strokes, Amanda pulled the soft bristled brush through Dawn’s golden, silky hair. Dawn loved it when her Mommy brushed her hair, especially if, as now, she was talking softly to her. “Such beautiful hair, such fine, long, beautiful honeyed locks.

“Each stroke making your hair smoother and longer, a real princess with her golden hair. And each stroke makes my pretty princess more and more sleepy.”

Dawn watched her Mommy’s beautiful red lips as they formed words she could only just hear, and the warm glow she always felt at times like these washed over her as her Mommy led her into the dream. The room seemed to darken as Amanda continued to brush, continued to take Dawn deeper into the dream Amanda would soon be telling.

For Dawn, the room seemed to spin and the mirror before her turned black and she would probably have been at least a little afraid at that if it weren’t for her Mommy’s voice, leading her into the dream.

The room lightened, although not by much, and what light there was came from a flickering candelabra in the corner of the large, stone walled room, which was warmed by a huge fireplace in which smouldered the embers of the previous days fire.

Dawn looked in the mirror before her at the young woman standing behind her, brushing Dawn’s very long blonde hair. The tear that ran down the cheek of Melanie, her dusky lady in waiting, saddened Dawn more than the knowledge that with the rising sun, that even now was turning the sky an appropriately solemn shade of purple, she would be led to a fate probably worse than death.

“Don’t cry, Mel.” Dawn said. Dawn and Melanie had been close since childhood, and. it was for that reason that the queen had offered to get one of the serving maids to dress her beautiful daughter on this awful day. But Melanie would not hear of it. “If my princess is to be offered in sacrifice to that foul, evil creature, then I will be the one to prepare her.” She had said in a manner one would not normally use to address the queen of the realm, but these were not ordinary times.

For the past six months the kingdom had been ravaged by a huge red draig. The creature had awoken in one of the deep gold mines that provided the king with his fortune. But, in his greed, he had mined too deeply, and the beast that had slumbered for who knew how long, had arisen and taken vengeance for what it apparently saw as the theft of its gold.

Every night since its awakening, the great red lizard had emerged from its subterranean home. On leathery wings it took to the air, flying high into the night sky where it circled in the darkness, only its glowing green eyes visible, its shape sometimes discernable as it occluded moon and stars. Then with an ear piercing scream it would descend, jets of blue yellow flame issuing from its mouth, setting ablaze farms, houses and fields blighting the surrounding countryside.

In desperation, the king called together his strongest knights, binding them to a quest to find the dragon’s lair and kill the loathsome creature. Twelve set out, but only one returned, and he was so close to madness, his armor and clothes blackened, that at first no one understood what he meant as he cried. “It wants the Dawn! It wants the Dawn.”

No sooner was the handsome knight, the youngest of those entrusted with the quest, inside the safety of the castle than he collapsed, exhausted from the journey.

The king ordered him to be cleaned up and brought before the king, queen and the whole court in the high throne room. By now all the wits he would ever after posses had returned. Although, in truth, that was not saying a lot.

“I am pleased to see you have stopped your babbling, man!” The king said, not even attempting to sound concerned for his noble warrior.

“The Draig, sire,” The knight said, coughing deeply and clutching his chest to try and ease the pain. “It says it wants the Princess Dawn in reparation for the gold it says you have plundered from its lair.”

The queen wailed and the king demanded “Did you find its lair?”

The knight tried to adopt a military air, but his now week knees betrayed him. “In a way, sire, that is to say, the Draig found me, and must have dragged me to its den.

“There are many tunnels within your mine, sire,” The knight explained. “We split up, and as we walked those dark deep paths, our ears were assaulted by the echoes of screams, as one by one, my brothers in arms must have encountered the Draig.

“I wanted to run, my liege.” The knight admitted. “To find air and sky once more, but I was lost, and then sulfur, like eggs left to go bad, assaulted my nose and I gagged against the stench. But still I pressed on.”

The king slammed his hand against the arm of his gilded throne. “You mean you tried to flee but didn’t know which way to go!”

“Perhaps, my lord.” The knight allowed. “But still I headed down, towards the rancorous smell.

“Deeper and deeper I walked, the stench increasing with every step, until finally I must have passed out, for the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back looking up into the face of the Draig!”

Gasps rang out from the gathered court until silenced by a glare from their sovereign lord.

“Smoke drifted from its nostrils as its green slitted eyes looked malevolently at me, and I prayed to be spared such a horrible death!”

By now the king was growing weary of the tale, “Get to the point, sir!” He demanded

With a nod of his head indicating his understanding, the knight continued. “It was then that the mighty Draig spoke its demands, my lord. ‘You are to bring me the princess Dawn.'”

“What nonsense.” The king pronounced regally. “Are you trying to tell me that this malodorous creature not only can talk, but also knows enough of my kingdom to know I have a daughter called Dawn?”

The knight swayed unsteadily as he explained. “Yes, sire. Its voice alone is enough to shake the roof trees of the earth itself and it said you were to deliver Dawn on the morning of her eighteenth birthday.”

Again the queen wailed loudly “That is the day after tomorrow!”

“Quiet, woman.” The king spat, “I’m trying to think.”

The whole room fell into deathly silence as the king rubbed his short beard. “And how are we supposed to deliver Dawn to this monster?” The king asked, a flash of cold steel in his eye directed at his wife to prevent another outburst. For the king had weighed up his options, and decided that his kingdom could get by without a princess, but not without the things that accursed Draig was burning each night.

“Sire, the Draig said we were to bring her as the sun rose on the morn of her eighteenth birthday and lead her into the its lair. It said we would find a wall with two manacles hanging from it and we are to clap them to princess Dawn’s wrists and leave. It was very insistent that we should leave!”

“So,” said the king, his mind already made up. “If twelve of my supposedly finest knights could not find this fiend’s nest, how are we supposed to deliver the princess Dawn?”

The knight did his best to stay upright, despite the pounding headache he was currently suffering from, as he answered, unsure how it would be received. “It said we were to follow the fire.”

“What in heavens name does that mean?” The king demanded of the trembling nobleman.

“I couldn’t say, sire. For as soon as it had issued its demands it reared up and flame spewed forth and it turned its face towards me and the next thing I knew, I was waking up outside the entrance to the mine, my body burnt and aching.”

“And you ran here to tell us, like some demon spawns lackey.” The king said, failing to hide his disgust for what he saw as a rank coward.

This time the young knight did manage to show his bearing as he said “Yes, my liege, and I will live with the taint of my failure for the rest of my life.”

Taking a deep breath, that seared his heat damaged lungs he made an oath. “I swear now before you and my peers that I will return to the demon’s den and kill the fetid beast, or die myself in the attempt.”

But no sooner were the words spoken than darkness welled up and dragged him down into restful oblivion.

“Get this cowardly wretch from my sight!” The king ordered, and immediately courtiers descended and carried the wounded soldier out of the throne room.

The king pondered for a while before finally saying. “Very well then, send for my daughter and we will see if her blood really is of my line.” Again a cold glance was exchanged between the king and his once unfaithful queen. “If she is truly my daughter, she will gladly sacrifice herself for the good of our kingdom.”

It was Melanie who found the young princess, standing on the highest tower of the castle, staring out towards the hill beneath which the Draig now held sway.

“Princess.” Melanie called softly, not wanting to startle her mistress; but Dawn was well aware of Melanie’s presence and suspected the nature of her errand. For although everyone else had wondered at the babbling of the lone knight, Dawn had known instantly what he had meant.

In hushed tones Melanie related all that had happened in the throne room. When the handmaiden had finished, Dawn said with a wan smile. “So, if I sacrifice myself, my father will at last accept me as his, at least until tomorrow morning, and if not, I condemn myself and my mother.”

Melanie knew better than to comment on such matters, preferring the safer, “Come, my lady, you know the king doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Dawn had offered to pay the price, and for the first time in her life her father embraced her without the usual stiffness that had always been between them before. And now, as she sat naked before the mirror, Melanie plaiting and dressing her golden locks, Dawn accepted her fate with true regal forbearance.

When Melanie had finished her coiffure, Dawn stood and allowed Melanie to robe her in a simple green dress. The garment was well made but not of the quality Dawn normally wore, ‘What’s the point in wearing a fine gown if I am to be devoured.’ Dawn had reasoned and had it been solely up to her she would have worn homespun, but Melanie, and the queen would not hear of it.

As Melanie hung a fine beaded chain belt around Dawn’s waist, the princess looked at herself in the mirror. The square neckline displayed her young firm breasts nicely, the tailored skirt fitting snugly around her thin waist before flaring out over her hips, and the hem hung about halfway down her shapely calf. The only touch of real elegance were the sleeves, they were made of the finest organza silk and slit down the outside from shoulder to satin cuff.

“Will you wear a crown, my lady?” Melanie asked.

But again Dawn demurred. “I’ll wear the topaz diadem you gave me for my birthday last year.” Dawn said, and Melanie thought her heart would break.

After fitting the single jewel on its fine silver thread in the center of her life’s forehead, Melanie reached into a pocket of her apron and took out a silver chain from which hung a matching stone. “Will you wear this also, my lady?” She asked bashfully, “I asked a gypsy to put a spell on it, to protect you from the evil creature.”

Dawn’s smile was soft and she embraced her maid, her friend, and she felt Melanie’s warm lips brush her cheek in a parting kiss before she allowed Melanie to fasten the cheap necklace around Dawn’s long graceful neck.

“It’s time, my lady.” Melanie said, the tears once more blurring her sight, and to cover her grief she adjusted the way Dawn’s dress hung.

The king had ordered that the whole of the castle’s inhabitants, noble and servant, were to line the ramparts in a silent act of gratitude for the sacrifice his only daughter was about to make. So before three thousand eyes, Dawn, escorted by 4 armoured knights and one lady in waiting, rode out of her castle for the final time.

The horses plodded onward, their riders silent. Each village they passed through bore the marks of the Draig’s nighttime visits, and the villagers stood in silent admiration for their savior as she rode through.

When they arrived at the entrance to the now deserted mine, they dismounted and tethered the skittish animals who could sense the evil that lurked in the dark tunnels.

“I don’t see any fire.” The captain of the princess’s guard said as he peered into the black abyss. Then, almost like a mote dancing before his eyes, there appeared a small yellow light, joined moments later by a second and a third. The captain called his sergeant and, by the time he stood beside his commander, there were hundreds of tiny fireflies swarming at the very edge of their vision.

Just then the sun rose above the eastern mountains and the luminescent creatures started to fade. “I think this is what the Draig must have meant.” The captain announced. “Quickly, before the sun hides them” he added.

Taking Melanie’s hand in hers, as much for Mel’s sake as her own Dawn entered the dark passage following the captain and his sergeant, the two privates bringing up the rear nervously.

Once inside, the darkness soon returned, and the swarm of shining insects could just be discerned in the distance. They had thought of taking torches, but even that amount of light would have swamped the glowing guides, so with great caution they pressed on in total blackness, scared that at any minute they might fall down some long forgotten shaft.

For what seemed like hours they followed the glinting guides, always going down, deeper into the bowels of the earth, and Melanie now knew why they were so called, for the stench was enough to make her wretch. Dawn however seemed unaffected by the odor and simply held Melanie’s hand and forged ahead, head held proudly aloft.

Gradually they became aware of a faint light ahead, and as they rounded the next bend, they were all but blinded as they stepped into a huge chamber. The light seemed to come from the very rocks themselves; the stone was as white as marble, veined with pure gold, and they knew, even before they spied the manacles hanging from black iron chains, that they had found the Draig’s lair.

Nervously they looked around, expecting to be burnt to a crisp at any second. The rough hewn floor bore long gouges and was strewn with partly gnawed bones, some with fetid gobbets of meat still attached. It was a veritable charnel house.

Quickly, for he did not want to remain in this place a second longer than he needed to, the captain inspected the manacles. They were heavy and red with rust, the hinge squealing as he opened it. He was unsure how they locked but that wasn’t his problem.

“My lady.” He said, looking at the proud young princess who stood holding her maids hand.

With a small nod Dawn allowed Melanie to guide her to her place of confinement. Melanie took one look at the rusty shackles and said defiantly. “You can’t expect her to put her delicate wrists in there, they will be torn to shreds, the poor girl will bleed to death even before the Draig gets to her.” Suddenly the thought occurred to both Melanie and Dawn that such would probably be for the best.

As Dawn looked at the heavy chains, Melanie played her final card. “Leave me in your place, my soul.” For in these last few moments Melanie did not mind displaying her deep love for her mistress.

With sadness touching her eyes Dawn looked into the face of her companion of so many years. She had known of course that Melanie adored her, there had been so many times, dark times when the king was being particularly mean to her or her mother, and Dawn would seek solace in Mel’s company and at those times the consoling arms had offered more than comfort.

“I know you would gladly take my place, my love. But this fate is mine and mine alone. And anyway I assume that if this wretched Draig knows my name it also knows of my famous long blonde hair, and even an old dragon would not mistake your raven’s winged hair for mine.

“Princess.” The captain called again as he stood beside the chains, anxious to complete his task and leave this accursed place with all haste.

With her head held high, shoulders back defiantly, Dawn crossed the bone strewn floor and turned, her back to the wall and lifted her arms, offering her delicate wrists to the cold iron’s embrace. As her milky white arms rose, the sleeves of her dress hung below in a soft arc.

“Let me” Melanie said, trying to be strong, and she gently lifted Dawn’s wrist to the iron shackle. On tiptoe she squeezed the ancient restraint, it closed with a screech of rust and a surprisingly soft click. She repeated the action for the other hand before looking for the last time on her one true desire.

She felt a rough hand grasp her wrist, and Melanie allowed herself to be pulled from the stinking hellhole, swearing vengeance in her heart against the foul denizen of the deep that had taken her very life from her, as much as she knew it would take the Princess’s. Once she was out of sight, and shrouded once more in the enveloping darkness of the tunnel, her tears flowed freely.

After a few steps the guards saw the ghostly insects buzzing ahead of them and, with as much speed as they could dare, they followed them back to the clean autumn air.

If the ride from the castle had been sombre, the return was funereal, the tears never far from Melanie’s red rimmed eyes, especially when she looked at the princess’s riderless horse trailing behind the captain’s. No one came out of their houses as they passed once more through the villages, and the castle appeared deserted as they crossed the open ground that lay before it.

As they neared the great iron portcullis they heard the heavy winding gear creek in to action and a lone mounted knight sallied forth. As he passed them Melanie realized it was the one knight who had survived the previous attempt to slay the Draig. “Kill it for my mistress.” Melanie called after him, for they all knew that he was heading back to the lizards cave.

Parched and tired, for she had slept little the previous night, Dawn stood as proudly as she could, her arms aching from being held above her shoulders for so long. She tried to estimate how long she had remained there but there was nothing in the dank cavern to help her judge the passing moments.

She heard it before she saw it, the rattle of its scales and the click of claw on solid stone approaching from the tunnel opposite the one her escort had left by. Dawn peered into the darkness and suddenly she could see two small green lights that blinked out for a second before reappearing.

She tried to stop her legs from quivering, intending to face the bringer of her doom with all the dignity expected of a princess, but in truth, the effort seemed futile.

Slowly the shape of the beasts head could be discerned by the light from the cavern, a long, lumpy snout and snuggled yellow teeth, visible even when its great maw was closed. Then the eyes, pools of evil intent, glaring, boring right into her very soul. The evil she had expected, but not the sense of intelligence that shone as brightly.

Quicker now with its prey in sight, the dragon emerged from its hiding place. Its leathery scales were as red as the setting sun. The head that continued to fix Dawn with its hungry stare weaved from side to side on a long thick neck ridged with triangular spines that looked like they could saw through a tree. The ridge ran on, over the back of the beast’s bulbous body. Its short front legs snapped claws that were even redder than its skin.

Once out of the confining tunnel, the Draig stretched its bat like wings as it scurried on its huge hind legs. The body tapered into a long thin tail, ridged like the neck and back and ending in a murderous looking tip which it swished menacingly from side to side, scattering the discarded bones of its recent meals.

The Draig faced the princess and spoke, not in a voice that would shake the earth, but with uncharacteristic gentleness. “So nice of you to join me, princess.”

“I did not have much option!” Dawn said defiantly. And the Draig rumbled with what could have been laughter for all Dawn knew.

“Let me look at you.” The Draig said as it reached out a clawed foreleg.

Dawn steeled herself for the killing blow, praying that it would be quick. Despite herself she flinched as she felt the knife sharp talons press against her thighs. There was the sound of cloth being ripped asunder as the vicious claws swished downwards, leaving the front hem of Dawn’s dress tattered, exposing a fine young thigh and lovely dimpled knees.

She hadn’t meant to, had promised herself she wouldn’t, but scream she did, and in the tunnel that led to the outside world a young knight bumped against the wall at the sound.

The Draig’s large leathery ears twitched and its nostrils flared as it scented the air. “It appears my errand boy has returned, presumably to try and finish the job he started, and save the winsome princess in the bargain. I suppose he thinks he will be able to claim your hand in marriage as a reward.” The dragon whispered.

“But I am afraid he, like you, is in for a surprise.”

Like a cobra preparing to strike, the Draig reared up, drawing air deep into its fiery lungs, and Dawn knew her hour had at last arrived.

With lightning speed, the head shot towards the defenseless young woman, and Dawn closed her eyes, every sinew taught, as she waited for the fire to engulf her.

With only inches to spare, the head stopped its forward flight, and the Draig blew. Dawn expected fire and brimstone, but what she felt was a cool spring breeze, and a scent that mixed camphor and meadow flowers.

The almost sickly sweet aroma seemed to fog her mind, spots danced before her eyes and the blood pounded in her ears. Finally the dragon’s breath claimed her, and her head fell forward, her knees buckled and, were it not for the chains, she would have slumped to the floor.

Trying to be as silent as the proverbial mouse the gallant young knight stepped into the chamber where he had previously met the Draig. He could see the princess slumped against the wall, hanging by her wrists, but he could also see the regular rise and fall of her splendid breasts and he knew he was not, as he had feared, too late. What he didn’t see however was the Draig.

“Welcome, fair knight.” A voice that was both soft and sweet said from the tunnel opposite where he stood. And as he watched, there emerged an absolute vision of loveliness, so out of place in the dank grotto, a woman who was so stunning she even put the beautiful princess in the shade.

Her long red dress was made of a material he had never before seen, and behind her head appeared to be a huge collar, greater in size than any woman of court had ever worn, and on her head, framed by long wavy red hair, she wore what he took for a two pointed crown.

Light from the wall glinted off what he thought were rubies, but were in fact the crystallized tears of the Draig and therefore even more rare. It wasn’t the jewels however that held his attention as she approached, but the large firm bosom they helped to decorate.

He was transfixed and, not for the first time, Sir Geddin became aware of how hard his armor was across his crotch. His eyes seemed unable to look away from the firm fleshy mounds that swayed from side to side as she walked and rose and fell as she breathed. He wasn’t even aware that he too was walking, the gap between them shortening rapidly.

When the were perhaps four feet apart they both stopped, the limp princess at their side. “Why have you returned, noble knight?” The woman asked.

She didn’t wait for an answer, providing it herself as she reached out to take hold of Melanie’s gift hanging around the limp princess’s throat. “You have come to slay me, and rescue your fair princess. But have no fear, kind knight. I have not hurt your sweet young princess, and not because of this cheap talisman either.”

As her hand approached the purple jewel, she felt the protecting spell, but humans, even gypsies, had long ago lost the power to repel one of her kind, and like brushing away a cobweb, the Draig’s white hand grasped the impotent bauble. With a violent tug, the Draig snapped the chain and held the necklace in her right hand as if to demonstrate her invulnerability.

The sudden motion broke the stupor that seemed to have claimed Sir Geddin. His hand went to his sword as he realized that what he had taken to be a fashionably high collar was in fact a pair of leathery wings that protruded from the woman’s bare shoulder blades, and the crown two curved spiral horns.

The blade scraped against the scabbard, rising perhaps no more than six inches before it stopped in response to the Draig’s command. “Put up your sword, good knight.” She said as she lifted Dawn’s head, her fingers lightly cupping the regal chin.

“I have not harmed your lovely princess, nor do I plan to. So why do you come to my home bringing hatred with you?”

The knight didn’t know what to do, fighting a huge fire breathing Draig was one thing, but this beautiful creature was quite another, even though he knew deep down they were one and the same.

“Before you impale me with that huge weapon.” The Draig’s voiced oozed, and although he guessed she was referring to his sword, his mind flashed up an altogether different and much more appealing interpretation that made his groin ache even more.

“I would ask a boon goodly knight, a favor. Surely, in your chivalry, you will allow that.” The Draig appealed.

Sir Geddin was torn, he had sworn an oath to slay this Draig, no matter how comely she now appeared, but his honor demanded that a favor, freely asked for, should at least be considered.

“What would you have of me, my lady?” Sir Geddin asked formally, following the customs of his order.

“A simple kiss, is all I ask.” The Draig said softly, moving closer to the confused knight, letting Dawn’s head fall back against her chest, forgotten for the moment by both Draig and the knight.

Sir Geddin was a brave and strong knight, having spent his youth training every waking hour to attain this exalted status. Unfortunately, this very dedication had meant his schooling had been more than a little neglected, and so he didn’t know one should never, ever kiss a Draig.

In truth however he didn’t really have a choice, his code of chivalry not withstanding, he could not have denied such a request even if he had read every book on Draig lore.

Her glistening lips parted as they approached his and, as the kiss started, he felt her tongue pressing against his lips. With the blood pounding in his ears and quite uncomfortably lower down, he invited it in.

As soon as the Draig’s tongue penetrated her victims warm mouth, it split in two, each half capable of independent motion, doubling the pleasure she could give. Gingerly at first, but with mounting passion, Sir Geddin returned the kiss. He didn’t even notice as for a brief instant, the forked tongue slipped back into the Draig’s mouth and, with her razor sharp teeth, she bit the inside of her lip. She returned the tongue to his mouth, carrying with it a drop of her magical blood.

Sir Geddin swallowed, and he felt his throat burn like he had just swigged some neat, cheap whisky. He staggered back his hands going to his throat as the heat spread throughout his body. He looked at his assailant just as the fire in his blood melted his heart and reformed it around the vision that stood before him.

Blinded by her beauty, he knelt on one knee and pulled his sword from its sheath and offered the pommel to his hearts desire, saying. “My lady, forgive me. I intended you harm. Take the sword and sever my worthless head.”

With something approaching pity the Draig looked down at the fawning soldier, just as she had with his eleven companions, and she gave him the same choice she had them.

“I will spare your miserable life if you swear loyalty only to me. You will live out the ends of your days, here, in my realm, serving me as I require.”

With his heart and soul, he pledged his undying devotion and was sent on his way, deeper into the Draig’s dominion, to be reunited with his former brothers in arms, whose only wishes were to serve their mistress.

With the meddlesome knight dispatched, the Draig turned her attention back to the slumbering princess, calling her back to the land of the living, like a mother calling her child in for supper.

Slowly Dawn returned and for an instant forgot where she was, at least until the pain in her arms reminded her. She struggled to straighten her legs, to take the pressure off of her numb wrists, and for the first time she saw this new aspect of the Draig.

“So you plan to torment me in human form.” The princess said, with a quiver in her voice she couldn’t quite conceal, despite her years of courtly training.

“I appear to you like this, sweet princess, to tell you I have had a change of heart. Your selfless sacrifice has shown me that not everyone in this benighted kingdom is greedy for what is not theirs.” The Draig lied with conviction.

“Then release me.” Dawn almost begged, for until that moment she had given up all hope of rescue.

“First sweet princess, I demand a different reward for my promise not to ravage the lands above. Surely you can see the merit in that? Who would respect a Draig, even a fire breathing one, if she didn’t demand payment for an offense, especially one as grievous as the steeling of her gold?” the Draig explained as she stroked Dawn’s cheek with back of one of her blood red fingernails.

Dawn could almost see the logic. “What do you want?” she asked nervously.

With the sweetest smile, one that said ‘You can trust me’, the Draig replied. “Just a small kiss, is that really too much to ask in return for your life?”

“Do you think me a fool!” Dawn spat. “Everyone from a babe in arms knows you must never, ever kiss a Draig.” Although if she were honest she would not have been able to say why.

“I see you are more knowledgeable than your father’s knights.” The Draig commented without the slightest hint of rancor at her duplicity being exposed.

The Draig pursed her lips as if she were miming a kiss and Dawn pressed her back against the cold stone, fearing the Draig would kiss her anyway. For if she did, there was no way in her bound state that Dawn could do anything about it. But what Dawn did not know, was that the kiss had to be willingly given.

Instead of kissing, the Draig blew across Dawn’s eyes and the sweet dragons breath filled the air once more, this time however dawn did not pass out she merely closed her eyes as the Draig blew against the closed lids, gentler than a summer breeze.

The breeze stopped and Dawn opened her eyes once more, blinking at the brightness before her. Where a moment before the Draig had stood, Dawn now saw a heavenly messenger dressed as the Draig had been but the scarlet dress was now a shimmering white, the rubies that adorned it were diamonds, and the wings were no longer red and leathery, but soft downy feathers.

“Beautiful.” Dawn sighed as she looked at the angel before her, the glamour the dragons breath induced shimmering like a halo around her.

“I have come to save you, my love, but I cannot intervene freely.” The angel said softly with lips that were as red as the Draig’s had been.

“Just tell me, and I’ll give you anything.” Dawn really did plead now.

“All I want is a small kiss, freely given.” The angel said as she slipped her left hand behind Dawn’s neck, and moved her slightly parted lips close to Dawn’s.”

A thought tried to surface in Dawn’s mind, warning her of the danger she was in, but the dragon’s breath still fogged her mind and the fingers that were stroking the back of her aching neck felt so soft she was kissing the Draig before she knew it.

Once more the forked tongue slipped into a victim’s mouth unchallenged. But this time the Draig let it linger, knowing the thoughts of what else such a dexterous muscle could do were even now rising in Dawn’s mind.

The draig felt the slightest tensing as her hand found the inside of Dawn’s thigh, but it soon passed as Dawn responded to the kiss and the touch of the dragons claws.

Dawn whimpered softly as the hand that held her neck was removed, but the whimper turned into a deep moan as she felt it now against her breasts, just as the other fondling hand found her naked pussy.

By now, Dawn’s tongue was as active as the Draig’s, eagerly pushing into the welcoming warmth of her lovers mouth, tasting sweetness. Her eyes half opened and Dawn saw without fear, that her lover was none other than the Draig, and she let them close again.

The Draig took Dawn’s bottom lip between hers, sucking it into her mouth, her teeth toying with the blood red flesh. Just as her finger slipped easily inside Dawn’s now moist pussy, the Draig let her teeth squeeze harder breaking the skin. The sudden stab of pain Dawn felt was easily masked by the sensations mounting in her pussy.

As her finger slid in and out of Dawn’s pussy and her other hand fondled the deliciously firm breasts, the Draig once more bit the inside of her own mouth.

The Draig forced their lips together, just as Dawn’s body ignited with an orgasm the like of which she had never known before. Their blood mixed together, and even as her shackles opened magically, allowing her to embrace her newfound love, she was bound to the Draig for the rest of eternity more securely than iron could ever manage.

For as the beloved of a Draig, Dawn shared her immortality and for years uncounted they lived beneath the earth, taking pleasure in each other, served by a coterie of twelve brave, but love struck knights.

Amanda lifted her hand from her baby girl’s breast, her finger still inside Dawn’s quivering pussy, as the story came to a close, and Dawn returned to what she now thought of as the real world.

Dawn wasn’t particularly surprised to find herself hanging from the wardrobe door, her Mommy’s silk scarves tied around her wrists, for her Mommy liked her to experience as much of her stories as was possible.

Amanda unfastened Dawns wrists, and the young woman wrung her hands to try and get the blood flowing again as she asked. “Do you want me to write it up now, Mommy?”

Amanda smiled and said as she lifted her dress to reveal stockings and suspenders but no panties. “No sweetheart, it will do in the morning, right now Mommy needs her baby girl to do something else.” And Dawn was the happiest baby girl in the whole wide world.

THE END