“I have read a lot of these erotic stories and I must say most of them are pretty amateurish. Sometimes you can’t tell which one of the characters is even talking. And they always seem to want to jump right into meaningless sex scenes before they have even established the main character to my heart’s content.
“I think that’s what made this novella so different for me. Right from the start, it held my attention and compelled me to keep reading. But the best news of all for me was that I found the sexy parts made me horny, horny, horny. My husband really liked how this little gem effected me.”
--Leonides C.
Angela’s Awakening
Jessica McCarl
Published by Excitica at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Grow Books Inc.
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Chapter 1
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m so hot right now that my juices have already soaked my T-back panties and some will surely drip down my leg when I stand up. I’m sitting in my car trying to catch my breath, because my emotions are so alive with anticipation it is difficult to keep myself calm.
I purchased a backless red evening dress just for this occasion. And I’m not wearing a bra. My high heels, just like my panties, match my gown. Even though I’m dressed to the nines, I don’t think that anyone will mistake me for a hooker. Until recently I never dressed with much of sexy attitude, and even now, I’ve taken extra effort precautions not to look like a call girl because of what I’m about to do.
My husband is away on a business trip so no one has any idea where I am or what I’m about to do. Dirk would never expect — nor would he even believe for one moment — that I’m capable of what has been planned for me tonight. Knowing me for six years, five of them since we’ve been married, I’m absolutely certain he would no more believe me capable of this than that I could rob a bank at gunpoint.
In a moment though, I’ll leave the covered parking lot and enter the Hilton. When I do step out of my Audi and stroll up into the front lobby, my assignment will be to find an attractive out-of-town businessman who looks like a suitable candidate to help me fulfill my next assignment.
He must have a Hilton room key and tickets (or at least a print out of an eticket) for a flight out of town. That way I will know I will never bump into him at church or when I’m out with my husband at a nice restaurant. Once I’m sure that the man I have selected passes my list of qualifications, it is then that I will make my offer. You see, I have been instructed that I must offer my body fully to him, for free with no strings attached, for his anonymous pleasure.
As you can imagine, I’ve been thinking about this encounter all day. Actually, all week. And I can’t wait for the look in the eyes of my prey when I approach him, and especially the reaction when I finally make my “offer” to him. My hands are shaking. My senses have never before been this erotically overcharged like this. I’m moving into a whole new rush of exotic energy which has turned my life around.
Now, I’m worried about what you might be thinking of me. I know you must be wondering why I could be sitting here anticipating the horny, hungry touch of some handsome and anonymous stranger. Why would I let someone talk me into doing this to fill a written assignment that came from my Mistress who I’ve never me and with whom I haven’t even talked on the phone?
Before I go any further, I should probably tell you a little more about myself so that you’ll understand why this is so unlike me and my past. You see, I’m a good girl. At least until recently anyway. And I’ve only actually had sexual intercourse with two men in my entire life.
Except for my husband, I’ve only had intercourse with one other guy and that was only one time. It didn’t even feel good and I was immediately sorry I had given away my virginity. We all make mistakes. But because of that first mistake, I made Dirk wait until our wedding night before I let him sleep with me for the first time.
Over the last five years we’ve had a simple and unexciting sex life. He usually gets off and sometimes so do I. If I’m honest, sex hasn’t been all that fulfilling for me. While I do love my husband, he just doesn’t say or do the things in bed that I need to become fully aroused, so that I can have one or more orgasms.
And that’s what led me to spend a little time on the Internet seeking “sex advice.” In the process of my journey, I met a woman Online who took me under her wing. One of the conditions for my training with Mistress Melissa was that I must sign an agreement in which I would obey her implicitly or face the consequences.
Mistress immediately began to give me assignments designed to extend my boundaries and push me to new heights of erotic sensitivity. Her results amazed me. As I listened and obeyed, I found that my sensitivity grew way beyond anything I had experienced in my life up to now.
She had me read stories and ... tell her about my thoughts and experiences. You have to understand that in the past I have very seldom even gotten wet between my legs. Up until I started working with Mistress, I could have counted on one hand the number of times I actually became wet before sex with my husband. We always had to use some kind of vaginal lotion because my womanly lubrication just does not naturally happen.
The more I read the different “real life” stories that she sent me, the more I found myself becoming turned on. Eventually, Melissa instructed me how to masturbate. You have to understand that I am a woman who had never masturbated before in my entire life. So this was all a new revelation for me. After this and her other assignments, I would have to describe in an email to her the details of what I had experienced, and even more important, what I had felt and thought as I performed each action.
All of this forced me to become more and more sexually responsive. With each new challenge, my boundaries expanded until the day when she gave me my first physical assignment. I was frankly aghast when I read her instructions in the email.
She had commanded me to expose myself to a stranger. And she gave me so many exact specifics about how I was to perform that act. It was like she described the event before it even happened so that I could imagine it happening in exquisite detail.
And as I read it, I became immediately wet there on the couch with my iPad resting on my lap. By now Mistress knew me intimately and what I wanted and needed to arouse my erotic sensitivities.
She instructed me to drive to the mall wearing a tight, short dress with no panties. I was to stand at the top of the stairs where people would easily be able to see up my dress. The thought of that both excited and scared me to death. This was unlike anything I had ever done. I have always believed that a good girl never even THINKS about doing something like this, let alone putting such thoughts into action.
I had been making such good progress that I set about obeying exactly the instruction of my Mistress. I must admit that standing in that spot and showing off my private parts was so very hard for me. I wanted to close my legs tightly at every moment, but she instructed me that I could NOT do that for at least five minutes and for at least 15 men who had come up the stairs.
Doing this caused my pussy to become wet and engorged with fluids. By the time I came to part two of her assignment the juices were dripping down my bare leg. She told me to enter into the dressing room of the department store, sit down, pull up my dress and spread my legs ... and slowly touch myself. Until “something happened.” She didn’t say what that would be.
Of course, what happened was the most explosive organism of my life right there in the changing booth. I had never had anything like that happen to me in a public place. And it was with great difficulty that I was able to keep quiet as my pussy exploded in unbelievable orgasmic pleasure.
This first physical assignment had a dramatic impact upon me. Of course I had to describe everything that happened to Mistress. And sitting there writing on my iPad in the center of my lap, sitting right on top of my pussy, brought it all back with such intensity. I almost climaxed right there without even touching myself.
My lovemaking with Dirk that night was the best we had ever had. I actually climaxed when he was inside of me. That was a first. And it was so amazing. I am beginning to realize just how much my sexuality is tied into my emotions and my thought life. And I am becoming increasingly able to arouse myself now when I was never able to do that in the past.
But Mistress Melissa had just begun to stretch my limitations. Her next assignment built upon the first one. This time let me just describe what happened by copying what I wrote to her in my email afterward:
Mistress Melissa,
Thank you Mistress for your latest assignment. As you know, following your instructions has been difficult for me, but it has also had such a profound impact upon me. And yesterday was the best yet. As you commanded, I went to the mall again. And this time I wore no underwear at all. You know how hard this is for me because “good girls” simply keep their bodies covered up.
I selected a sexy dress that I have which buttons up the front so I would have good access, and left it unbuttoned down to the tops of my breasts. I went to a smaller store who has a male/female shared dressing room. It is a more trendy store so there are a lot of younger, hotter guys who come there. Under normal circumstances I don’t like these dressing rooms because they have curtains instead of doors, but this worked out much better for your assignment.
As you instructed me, I waited until I saw a handsome male in his late thirties starting to select clothes. I then grabbed several articles of sexy lingerie and made certain he could see me. He definitely monitored my presence out of the corner of his eye. Blondes do have more fun and I do get noticed more!
Anyway, I made a point of walking up to him with a sexy nightie on my arm and asked if he knew where the dressing room was. He smiled and pointed towards the back. It was obvious that I was just flirting with him, because the store is so small everyone knew where the dressing room was. He struck up a conversation with me and it only took a moment before I saw him look down at my wedding ring.
“Would you mind doing me a favor?” I asked. “I need to get a man’s opinion about these to surprise my husband.”
Taking another glance at the frilly nightwear on my arm, he seemed very willing to help me out. You would really be proud of me. I acted so relaxed with him, as if my heart wasn’t pounding like a sledgehammer in my chest. I told him that I was a little shy — which is definitely the truth — and so it would be nice if maybe he brought some of his stuff back into his own changing area so he could give me his opinion back there ... so I wouldn’t have to come out into the store to let him see. He agreed and off we went to the changing area.
I’ve told you that there are times when I can literally feel my heart pounding inside my chest. When I have not exercised or run up a flight of stairs, it is unnerving to feel that pounding, as if I am a rocket on the launch pad about to liftoff. This was definitely one of those times. I had to take a deep breath and work at relaxing my heart.
I could hear and see the man I had chosen as he passed by in the hallway, putting his clothes in the next stall and coming in and out of the passageway. Just knowing he was outside — and oh so close — made me so hot and so wet.
As you commanded me, I had left my drape open just an inch and immediately took off my dress so that I was quickly naked, being careful to keep my back to the small opening.
I slipped into this sexy pink baby doll that was very see-through. In the mirror I could clearly see my darker nipples and the hint of my blond public hair. There are certainly advantages that come with being only 27 and never having had a child. I am proud of my body that it is still slim and shapely. Dirk always tells me how good I look in lingerie.
Obviously, I wasn’t in love with this guy and I didn’t want to have sex with him. So that’s probably what made all of this so exciting to me. Mistress you really know what I need! Just the thought of what I was about to do sent these incredible shivers up my back.
My arousal at that moment was so profound that I feared getting the baby doll outfit stained with my copious juices. Why is it that I never had such wetness before like this? I kept thinking that ... no one but my husband ... has ever seen me in any sexy bed wear like this. Even the guy who stole my virginity before I got married to Dirk ... did it in the dark.
I wasn’t sure if I could actually go through with this ... If I was ready to complete this assignment or not. But I kept thinking about the punishment you have promised me if I fail on my assignments ... and so I knew that I simply must follow through.
Once my heart had finally settled, I turned around and opened the drape. The man was standing right there waiting, probably looking into the opening you made me leave in the curtain. I wondered what he had already seen.
“Hot,” he said, “very hot!” To my amazement the man already had an erection. His pants were bulging! “Your husband is a lucky man,” he said.
I began to get worried that this scenario might get out of hand. He looked as though he wanted to step into my area and molest me... I’m sorry Mistress... That’s the old me coming out. “Molest” isn’t the proper word. I’m sure he just wanted to kiss and fondle my body.
So I thanked him for his opinion and pulled the curtain fully shut. I needed a little privacy before I completed the assignment. I was really fighting myself now... wanting to run away... and trying to keep myself from conjuring all of those past hang-ups that have stifled my sensuality...
I took off the baby doll and put my dress back on and then closed it up, without buttoning it. I had rehearsed the words I needed a hundred times, thinking about this day. I was trembling when I opened the curtain so that just my face showed to him. I could see that... even though he was trying to hide it ... that he still had a big hard-on.
“I have one more thing ... I want you to see,” I said.
He smiled waiting for the show to continue. Then I opened the curtain and stood there for a moment with my dress on, closed but unbuttoned. He looked at me curiously. I’m sure this was not what he had expected. My heart was pounding again, conjuring up feelings of embarrassment and disaster.
“I have to fulfill the assignment given to me or face the consequences. So I must show this to you.”
I opened my dress up wide revealing my nakedness underneath. Just as you commanded, I counted to 15 inside of my head: One thousand, two thousand, three thousand. . . The time that this took felt like an eternity. But I kept counting as he groped me with his eyes until I FINALLY reached 15.
The expression on his face during this was priceless ... as they used to say in those commercials. He simply did not expect to see a young naked woman reveal herself so blatantly and suddenly like this. During those 15 seconds I had this euphoric sense of personal power over this man and over his erection, knowing that I was the reason he was hard.
But even more important, I had this incredible sense of power over myself. I knew that I would never be the same after today.
When the 15 seconds was finally up, without bothering to close up my dress, I said, “Thank you for helping me. That’s all.” Then I drew the curtain back into place.
Immediately I buttoned up, grabbed my purse and stepped back into the store. The man looked at me for a moment as if he wanted to say something, then just smiled and said ... “Thank you.”
I quickly stashed the pink baby doll on the rack and immediately walked into the mall. I made absolutely certain he did not follow me before I disappeared from his view. I could feel several drops of fluid coating my thighs as I entered a coffee shop that I enjoy. I spent the next hour sitting in a booth with my iPad working on the beginning of this email to you while the experience was still fresh on my mind.
After a sufficient amount of time had passed, I returned to the store and found the same pink baby doll nightie in which I had exposed myself. I had marked the tag and I thought you might like to know ... that I purchased it. Last night I wore it for my husband.
Of course, Dirk loved if. He always tells me how great my body looks and because he is so visually stimulated whenever I give him a show he too gets immediately hard. It has always been difficult for me to show off my body in a lighted room so my newly enjoyed experience has impacted my attitudes towards my nakedness.
And even more ... for me the experience of making love last night was nothing short of incredible. My senses were so incredibly heightened that I exploded into several top-of-the-line orgasms that I must rate as “best ever” with the memories I keep in my head.
The whole time I had that nightie on, I kept thinking about that stranger looking at me in it. But then when I took it off for Drew — I would not let Dirk take it off for me — we were standing in front of the full length closet mirror in our semi illuminated bedroom. And you KNOW what I was thinking about. I was thinking how that handsome and older stranger had stood there ogling my body with his hard prick bulging in his pants, and that mental image just made me so incredibly hot.
So once again my Mistress, thank you for your assignment. I can’t wait for the next one.
Your loyal subject, Angela
This is the way it has been for some time now in my life. I receive fairly regular emails from my Mistress in which she gives me assignments and then as soon as I fulfill them, I send her back these written reports about what occurred based upon her instructions. Each new command has stretched my boundaries, enhanced my erotic pleasure, and increased my horniness.
Chapter 2
Before I tell you about what happened at the hotel, I should also let you know that Mistress Melissa has many other girls that she is training. She has told me that I have been one of her most challenging subjects. My growth has actually been quite slow compared to the others. But of course for me, I feel it has been fast and almost overwhelming. She told me she has given me more assignments with smaller steps in order to keep me on track.
I’m afraid that I have so many hang-ups. I know that isn’t very sexy, but with her help I have made a lot of progress, doing things that I would NEVER even have thought about without her input. And whenever I think about all that I have done recently, it is hard to believe I have actually done these things. This isn’t some other woman who has had these experiences — it’s me. And I must admit that my next assignment really pushed my envelop.
Mistress defined how I was to look for my next task. I curled my hair, putting extra effort into enhancing my makeup for a more exotic look.
I slipped on a semi-sheer blouse along with a black jeans skirt. The skirt ends at the middle of my thigh with little slits at the seams on each side. Looking in the mirror I could see that anyone could tell that I was definitely not wearing a bra, and with any backlight you could see the outline of my breasts and even my nipples when they are hard. My short skirt shows off a generous amount thigh where the tops of my black silk stockings and black garters can be seen.
Just to test it, I knelt down with my bottom against my calves. In this position my skirt slid up my thighs and revealed my bare pussy.
To get “warmed up”, I was instructed to go somewhere public and walk around among lots of people, especially men. I choose to go to a local park which has a small public pool. I strolled around and enjoyed myself, getting more and more turned on by displaying my body in this much more sexy dress style then what I am used to. Of course, whenever I thought about what was coming next, it would make me so excited. This was to be the first time I would actually let someone touch me.
I’ve always known that I’m attractive, but dressed like this makes me feel more than attractive. I felt sexy. Several guys at the park did try to hit on me. Two guys in particular tried to get my attention. But Mistress gave me clear guidelines to follow. Being in control of myself meant that I was to stick to her plan. I could flirt and play with these guys, but I must wait until I found the right man. I must admit that I enjoyed all of this male attention. Along with my sexy attire, I felt hot and horny.
One guy in particular caught my eye. His looks really grabbed my attention. He had that dark Latin look, with strong brown eyes, black wavy hair and a tight pair of pants which covered what appeared to be a trim set of hips — the kind of tight butt you might expect to see in those matador pants.
Earlier I had noticed that he was with a woman and her small child. They had gone down into the pool area without him. Seeing him with them made me feel a little safer about this guy, he certainly wouldn’t be creating any scenes with them so close by. He was sitting on a park bench reading.
My heart was now beating rapidly again. My juices had become a flood down my leg. I felt hot and sweaty both in the afternoon heat and also from my naughty thoughts. I walked past him and he definitely gave me a couple of looks. Eventually, I conjured up the courage to go sit on the bench near him.
He looked up and smiled, so I started a conversation by asking if he lived nearby. He replied with a Spanish accent that he was from Spain. He asked if I was local and I lied, telling him I was too was from out of town. There was a long pause as I tried to work up the strength to take the next step.
“I’m wondering if I could interrupt you for a few minutes.”
He looked at me carefully, his eyes wandering over my curves before offering me one of those sultry Latin smiles — the expression suggested everything, yet gave none of his feelings away.
“What can I do for you, señorita?”