Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 16:15:58 +0100
From: Nikkie Silk <nikkie.silk@outlook.com>
Subject: Jamie's Descent Part 7 TG

Jamie's Descent Part 7

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I slumped back onto the bed, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions.
It seemed to me that past two days had been like a train wreck; I had lost
control of my life and was hurtling towards some great catastrophe. I was
powerless to stop it. Or was I?  I closed my eyes and tried to make sense
of what had happened in such a short time. In only three days my life had
been turned upside-down and inside out. My body and mind had been seduced
and debauched beyond anything that I could have envisaged a few days
earlier; I had succumbed to desires that I only barely believed that I
could have had. My moral compass lay broken and smashed; I was now guided
only by my wanton carnality. I was fast becoming a slave to my darkest
desires.

There came a knock on the door and the sound of a key turning in the
lock. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Jamie baby, how are you?"  Fiona's voice was low and soft.

I heard her enter the room and close the door quietly behind her. I felt
her move across to the bed and stand over the bed.  I didn't want to see
her and kept my eyes tightly shut.

"Sweetheart," she whispered, her lips so close to my ear I could feel the
warmth of her breath. "I wouldn't blame you if you were mad at me. God
knows I would be in your place. I hope you can find it in yourself to
forgive me, sometime."

I felt her lips brush my cheek with the gentlest of kisses. I couldn't hold
back any more and tears forced themselves through my tightly shut eyes.

"There, there, my little girl, let it out, Jamie honey."

I felt her fingers brush my cheek so gently and I opened my eyes to see her
kneeling by the edge of the bed. She reached out and hugged me. I wanted so
much to be held at that moment I grabbed her arms and held her close to
me. I sobbed and sobbed, tears flowed uncontrollably down my cheeks. Fiona
said nothing, but held me tight and stroked my cheek and hair slowly and
gently.

Eventually, I cried myself out and began snuffling instead of crying.

"Ok, it's OK," she said, still stroking my hair.

We stayed that way for some time until my eyes had dried and I began to
feel a little more in control. Fiona sensed this and let go of me, allowing
me to sit up in the bed.  I looked directly at her for the first time, and
she smiled a little anxiously at me.

"How do you feel now?"

"I don't know," I replied, my voice very husky. "I have no idea what I
should do." I almost whimpered at this point.

"Ssssh, baby. You don't have to decide anything right now. First order of
business is to get you showered, freshened up and get some food inside
you."

She bent forwards and kissed me tenderly on the lips and offered her hand
to me. I let her pull me into a sitting position on the bed, and sat there
for a moment. She was wearing the white uniform she had worn when I first
met her. She looked stunning in the pure white uniform.

"Baby girl, you look so hot in that nightie," she said.

"I must look like shit," I snapped back, instantly regretting my tone. I
didn't even realise that I was worried about how I looked and not at all
that I was wearing a baby doll nightie.

"Rubbish, girlfriend" she replied, "You look good enough to eat" and winked
at me.

That made me giggle, "Sorry, Fiona, I didn't mean to snap"

"No problem angel, I didn't notice anything. Let's get you into the
shower."  She took my hand and unlocking a concealed door I had not noticed
before, she led me into another room. It turned out to be a large and
luxurious wet room, complete with a massive sunken bath and huge glass
shower enclosure.

"OK, cutie pie. As pretty as you look in your baby dolls, we need to lose
them before we get into the shower."

I raised my arms and stood there like a sulky baby, waiting for somebody to
help me. Fiona smiled and gently lifted the nightie up over my shoulders
and she hung it from a hook on the back of the door. I stood there wearing
only the panties and a pout.

Fiona looked at, her head tilted sideways and with a questioning look.

"Pleeeease, Fiona" I wheedled. She stopped for a minute and with a small
shrug bent down and gently slipped my panties to the floor. Her face was
now very close to my cock, and it gave a twitch as I thought of my dream
last night with Fiona. I smiled to myself at the memory. Fiona noticed and
asked, "What's that smile for?"

"Oh nothing," I said, and then added under my breath, "I'll tell you
sometime."

She gave me a sideways look and then led me across to the shower
enclosure. The shower area was sheltered by a glass screen and above it a
massive rain forest shower head. I walked under the shower head and as I
did so it started automatically. I jumped back instinctively making Fiona
laugh out loud. She told me that it was thermostatically controlled so the
water would never get too hot.

I walked back under the shower and it started immediately, closing my eyes
I allowed the warm water to flow over me. I sensed a movement behind me and
turned to see Fiona unbuttoning the uniform to reveal she had been naked
underneath. She stepped forward into the shower area and with her finger
gently closed my mouth which had fallen open at the sight of her
magnificent body.

"Don't keep your mouth open unless you want to put something in it." She
said with a wicked smile, "I couldn't let my girlfriend shower all by
herself, could I?"

I grinned and she kissed me straight on the lips. I melted into her arms as
the water cascaded over both of us from the shower. Her tongue snaked into
my mouth and for a few minutes we fenced tongues and mashed our bodies
together. Fiona forced her leg between mine and with one hand she grabbed
my bum and pulled me even tighter to her. I felt as if the water was
washing away all my inhibitions and I totally succumbed to her power. My
arms went up around her neck and linking my wrists behind her head I kissed
her as if my life depended on it. I even bent one of my legs at the knee in
that classical girl kiss pose, I just couldn't help it. We kissed for
several more minutes, the water continuing to pour over us. I never knew
how erotic kissing in the shower could be.

My cock began to respond to this sensory overload and Fiona broke away a
fraction circling her hand around it she began to tease my cock to its full
hardness.  My knees began to buckle and I felt I was going to faint with
excitement. Fiona, sensing this, stopped and stood back, holding me by the
arms to steady me.

She smiled and said, "Enough fun for now, let's get you cleaned up."

From somewhere she produced a bottle of heavily perfumed shower gel and
pouring some into her hands she began to wash my body.  She started on my
front, her hands slipping and sliding over my skin, gently washing and
cleansing. She picked up a wash cloth and using that spent some time on my
chest and nipples, the slightly rough texture of the cloth on my nipples
caused them to stiffen almost immediately. They had become so sensitive and
I moaned and my knees sagged a little. I heard her chuckle and she
immediately moved on to my legs.  The next step, of course, was to move
onto my cock. She used the cloth to wash my cock and balls and the slight
roughness of the cloth and the washing motion caused my cock to stand to
attention almost instantly.

I had an uncut cock and as she gently pulled back my foreskin I opened my
eyes and looked down just in time to see Fiona lean forward and kiss the
tip of my cock. As she did she glance upwards and our eyes locked
together. She gave it one more kiss and rolled back the foreskin, making me
wince just a little. I closed my eyes again and she moved around to my
back.

 I have always loved a back massage and I could feel the tension ebb from
my muscles as she continued to use the cloth over my back. She was right
behind me and she must have crouched down because she turned first to the
backs of my legs and then moved up to my bum cheeks. She grasped both
cheeks in her hands and began to knead and massage them slowly and
sensuously. I felt the cloth move between my cheeks and gently wash me
there. That area was so sensitive that I squirmed a little but then I
jumped and squealed as she first flicked my rosebud with her finger and
then began to probe inside with her finger. The gel made a good lubricant
and her finger began to go deeper and deeper in to my hole.  She moved her
body right up against my back.

I could feel her breasts pressing hard up against me as her left arm came
round under my arm and held me tight to her. Holding me this way she was
able to caress and torment my nipples and kiss the back of my neck at the
same time as continuing to probe my hole with first one and then two and
then, I think, three fingers.  Faced with this assault on my senses I was
erect again in a millisecond, and as Fiona increased the speed with she was
finger fucking my hole, I was swept away. I could feel the tension building
in my groin as the sensations reached volcanic level.

"Fuuuucccckkk I'm cummmmming ," I managed to blurt out.

"Don't you fucking dare cum yet," she growled and spinning me round she
dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. The shock almost undid
me but I managed to hold back and she began to pump me with her hand as her
mouth worked its magic on me. I felt the dam gates burst and my cum spurted
into her mouth. I spasmed a couple of times but Fiona did not let go of my
cock. She sucked and sucked and must have drained me. By this time I was
leaning against the shower wall for support. She let me out of her mouth
and stood up. Holding my face between her hands she kissed me and forced my
mouth open with her tongue, I felt something flood into my mouth and I
suddenly realised she had transferred my cum from her mouth to mine.

I spluttered and almost by accident swallowed most of it. I spluttered
again and some of the cum dribbled out of the side of my mouth.  Fiona took
her little finger and picked up the stray drop of cum on her fingernail.
Her eyes fixed on mine she very slowly slipped her finger into my mouth and
I knew what I had to do; I sucked every last strand of cum off her
finger. I suckled on her finger for some time, our eyes still locked
together.

If I had not known before, I now knew I belonged to Fiona. I would do
whatever she wanted me to, go wherever she wanted me to

"Fiona, "I almost whispered her name.

"Yes, what is it, baby girl?"

"Fiona, I forgive you"

We moved over to the huge sunken bath tub that was plenty big enough for
the two of us and spent a lovely hour in there, Fiona finishing cleaning me
up and washing my hair. I then spent the same time returning the
compliment, washing her from head to toe.  Her body was magnificent; legs
that went on forever, small waist and tight bum, beautiful firm breasts
with huge dark areolae.  Her hair was cropped short but because her face
was so well proportioned she carried it off.  She kept herself toned but
not over muscle; she obviously worked out but had not gone overboard on the
weights. Her black skin shone like it had been polished and she walked like
a model.

Her toenails and fingernails had been painted with a dark plum polish, a
piercing in her belly button and diamond stubs in her ears. The warmth of
her smile would have melted an iceberg; think Naomi Campbell but with a
dazzling sense of humour. Her pussy had been shaved and as I was washing
her down there, she asked me if I would go down on her. I didn't need a
second invitation and I managed to bring her off by licking her out as she
sat on the side of the tub, her back arched and legs wrapped tightly around
my head.

Eventually, we finished in the bath and Fiona handed me a soft towelling
dressing gown and wrapped my hair in towel.  She wore a matching dressing
gown but her hair did not need a towel.  At one end of the shower room one
wall was mirrored glass. We stood in front of the mirror together, clad in
matching white dressing gowns but that's where any similarity ended. Fiona
was half a head taller than me and the white gown set off her black skin to
perfection. She took me in her arms and we cuddled and watched ourselves in
the mirror. In comparison to her I looked pale and apprehensive. It was
strange but with my hair in the turban and with the dressing gown wrapped
around me I didn't really recognise myself. The figure looking back from
the mirror looked softer, more vulnerable, more feminine than me.

A few minutes passed and Fiona asked, "Baby, do you know what you are going
to do?"

I looked down to the floor and crossed my hands. "I don't know," I
whispered.  I looked up at her out of the corner of my eye and shyly said,
"What do you think I should do?"

Fiona hesitated and then spoke softly, "Baby, that's a decision only you
can make. Whatever you decide it will only be the right thing to do if you
do it willingly and with your heart in it. Only then will you be able to
commit body and soul to your decision. I cannot tell you what to do."

I looked down at the ground again and mumbled, "If I say yes to Vanessa,
will I still be able to see you?"

Fiona looked at me for a few seconds and then replied, "Jamie, honey, yes,
if that's what you really want"

My heart soared, and I practically squealed and threw my arms around her
neck, "Yes, yes, I want to stay".

Fiona laughed and held me tight, "Ok, ok. Let me talk to Vanessa then." She
paused, "But you are sure this is what you want?"

"Oh, yes. I mean I'm a bit scared about what will happen, but I do so want
to stay."