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Tree Of Knowledge

loneiysong

Pulsar
Joined
Apr 13, 2012
Location
Someplace where depression always finds me.
Her name was Esmerelda. Esme to her friends. She had a type of classic beauty that so many strived for but couldn’t obtain. Features were sharp and spoke of a time long gone. Her skin was the color of light coffee. Some even said that she looked like the Egyptian goddess. Her long black hair that cascaded down her back had soft peppering of grey. But that only made her look majestic and knowledged. Honey eyes promised either pain or pleasure. Truth was anyone who was in her company said both was how she handled her life.

Waking up early in the morning, she stretched out. Today was the first day. The madam spider would spin her web only to catch a poor unsuspecting butterfly. A wide grin spread over her lips. She would be mistress to someone soon enough. Not unlike a woman planning for a new baby, she had a room set up, had ordered toys and clothes. Getting up, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. Getting dressed in a broom skirt and a halter top with a sheer sweater over the top, she walked down to her shop.

The Tree of Knowledge was her baby. She loved it. Which was why she lived above it. In the front of the store, she had every sort of book one could want. From first editions to best sellers, she had it. However, the further back into the store one got, the more they realized Esme’s taste. The next room was the occult and gems and anything anyone could ever want. But the back room, she guarded heavily. In the back room, it was sectioned off with a big black oak door with a tree burnt into it. That room no one saw. The only one who saw were her good customers. The outside of the bookstore looked like a classic style bookstore. All brick. Sandwiched and hidden safe from a world gone crazy. A world that didn’t understand or try to understand Esme. But she preferred her solidarity. Inside the place was decorated with deep soft chairs dark wood. All leather and wood. There was a soft trim of a soft green. The store gave the sensation of being inside a tree.

There was other room, no one knew about. It was hidden in the closet behind the register. It was the way to the basement where she kept boxes of books but also something deep and dark. An old wall of chains and a long forgotten St. Andrew’s cross that was as old as she was. She would hire movers to move that cross up to the playroom today. Sitting before the register, she was looking over emails humming along to some beautiful classical music that played in the background. She sipped her coffee and waited for the day to begin.
 
Valerie woke up stretching and smiling....her first days off since the holiday season began in earnest!...she looked again at her savings account on line---thank god for direct deposit....good, it came in early this morning...that should give her enough to finish off Xmas shopping for her parents and her sisters and still leave something for her!....now, what to get for a little self splurging.....well, there was a first edition book she ws thinking of purchasing, and if she didn't buy it now her finances wouldn't give her a second chance....
thumbing through he yellow pages, valerie found the store she was looking for, one of those quaint little shops downtown in the older section....'Tree of Knowledge,' huh?....sounds like the right place...
Time to get dressed!....pulling her babydoll off over her head and her pink string bikini panties----valerie always was a very feminine, girly-girl type, but what would one expect in a house filled with 3 sisters?....poor daddy, he was the only male----she stood in the mirror for a secondm her blond shouldrlength hair glowing with the rays of the morning sun, her breasts up turned and perky with dark tan nipples that always seemed to be erect and the California sun blessing her with a tan she worked all summer long to obtain...now that it's Fall, she hoped to retain her skin color without the use of those tanning booths....
out of the shower, she picked a light blue mini skirt and black bouse, slipped on her heels and headed out the door.
With the help of Mapquest, she found the store with little problem....it was tucked away in the older side of the city, a section that the city council renovated in the attempt to regain some of the old prestige, despite the fact that the mall a mile away lured many of the shoppers. The store had one of those antique bells mounted on a spring at the top of the door, the kind that jingled whenever someone entered....valerie looked around...the store seemed to literally breathe with age, a slight musty smell that always came with very old books and reminded one of a time long gone, only remembered in the minds of people whose lives were not dictated by I phones, tablets or laptop computers. Rows upon rows of bookshelves, the room was a haven for those that still had a love for the printed word....
At the end of the room was a long mahogony counter with an antigue brass cash register, standing next to it sipping coffee was a woman whom valerie guessed was the proprietor....her figure was striking from what she could see and her flowing raven hair was the color of a rich midnight....she as very attractive....valerie was what one would cal 'bi-curious', a hetero that, even though having fantasies and a few wet dreams about being with a girl, had never ventured beyond that stage to pursue them....still, she had to admit, the lady was gorgeous....
 
Ohh that smell. That beautiful smell. One that has been becoming less and less common. The smell of a pure soul. A good soul. Turning out blood that could get one higher faster than an opiate and sweeter than chocolate. Yes this was her mark. Just as if she had got the correct answer on a game show, the bell dinged and in walked a beautiful girl. Oh how the gods smiled on her with fortune this day. Feigning disinterest, she was slowly sucking in the essence of the woman as the door clicked softly into place behind her.

Lets see here Esmerelda, she said softly to herself as her nostrils flared, we have a beautiful girl, fresh out of the shower, and naturally tanned. Smells heavenly. Her eyes began to darken with the predator that was always present. Clearing her throat, she smiled. "Be with you in one minute." She finished ordering some first editions and then turned to teh girl and turned on a bright friendly smile.

"Hello there, what can I do for you?" Those honey eyes traveled up and down that girl. God, when was the last time she got a blonde in this store. This was a chance that was best not let slip by. But she was a hunter, everything in its own time. She would spring a trap and set the scene and then give chase. By then even if the girl was the most staunch of conservatives she would be squealing in pleasure and dropping her panties with a snap of her fingers. The predator was hungry.

Pretending once more to be disinterested, she reached under her desk and brought out classic christmas decorations and put them on the counter. It was Christmas time and that meant that she would be decorating the Tree of Knowledge into something out of a Charles Dickens wet dream. She smiled and looked at the girl politely. Someone here for the occult section?

No, this girl had taste. She loved to hold a book in her hands and let it lull her to sleep. She was here for a first edition. Her body screamed that. Ohh..how would have that body scream for something else entirely. For now though, that would have to wait.
 
Valerie glanced again at the breathtaking beauty behind the counter, trying not to look obvious....'settle down, you stupid little shit,' her inside voice scolded her.....'time and place for everything, and you haven't even touched a girl yet...remember what your'e here for...'
valerie looked behind her at the solid oak shelves holding books that were far older than what was holding them up....
"I-----uh,-----I'm looking for a first edition of the Silmarilion, from JRR Tolkein," she said, half stuttering, "but I've found so many other delicious things here..."....she bent down to pick up a gray Gargoyle statuette, accidently catching a button on her blouse...when rising back up, her tits were half exposed....self consciously, valerie pinched the opening closed with a thumb and forefinger....
since when was she this clumsy? or was something else to blame?....she was glad she put on some
coco channel perfume, because right now for some reason she was perspiring....
 
Ohh this girl was a plant. She had to be. She stroked that soft gentle part inside of her. Grinning she moved around the counter and then took thet gargoyle statuette and then looked at the girl. "Poor dear, don't worry, that happens all the time. Old Nyx here has a mind of her own." She smiled and raised the gargoyle up onto a high shelf then moved forward and looked at that clevage. Ohh she smelt so good too. Her mouth was watering. I have found something delicious as well. She grinned and nodded.

"JRR Tolkein huh? I might be able to help you out. Follow me." SHe moved to one of the large back shelves that was hidden from the door. She hummed and looked over the shelves and picked up a first edition. It was old and dusty. With a smile, she turned back to the girl. "Here you are, a signed JRR Tolkein. Now, do you need a sewing kit to fix that blouse?" Although if you belonged to me, I would have you walk around in so much less. "Tell me, are you new here? I haven't seen you around before." Set the trap carefully old hunter, set it firm and true to ensnare your young doe. Ohh but that perfume was so delicious. She could feel her clit arouse from its warm pink hood to get a sniff of the girl herself.
 
still clutching her exposed portion of her blouse, valerie nodded...."just moved here after landing a job as a secretary....good thing too, 'cause of the recession..my family are all out of state, so it's just me...."
her pink lace bra still exposed and now suddenly the focus of valerie's attention, she blushed a little....funny, but she felt more naked and exposed than that in front of this woman...why was that?
"thank you," she replied.."if it's not an imposition, I'd sure like to rescue this top....would hate to throw it away just because of a missing button..."
Something the lady said just now bothered (or intrigued) her...'belonged to her?'...valerie looked at her for a second with inquisitive eyes....
 
Pretending that that odd look wasn't over what she said, she plowed on ahead and made it all about her."Ohh poor dear, all alone. Well, you must come over some time for dinner. I cook a mean chicken parmigean." She smiled and winked and nodded. Ohh that pink bra. So delicious. How she would love to tear it off with her teeth. She shook her head a bit. "No imposition at all." Moving behind her counter, she reached down and pulled up a tank top that had a large sprawling tree. The branches spelt out Tree of Knowledge and had a snake and a naked woman reaching up for a lone apple.

"Here, put this on while I fix your blouse." She smiled and then sat down and grabbed a sewing kit and threaded a needle with matching thread and smiled holding out her hand. Ohh she would see this girl with just a bra and a mini skirt. How she wanted to run her tongue along that flesh and taste her. She put the JRR Tolkein book on the counter and waited. "So tell me, you like to read a lot?" She smiled and looked at her. "I am Esmerelda by the way." Ohh how she wanted to have the girl moan mistress Esmerelda in the dark of night when she thought no one could hear her.
 
valerie pictured the dinner the lady mentioned in her mind....sure would beat the swanson TV dinner she was going to fix for hrself, but what the hell, no sense playing chef Ramsey for one....
"oh, my god," she said when the Lady offered her the shirt to wear...."you don't have to do this!....such an imposition, and you have a store to run...I could've handled the sewing..."
valerie nevertheless graciously accepted the shirt and after looking around to make sure no one else was there to see her partially disrobe, she sheepishly went to the end of the counter, knelt behind it and pulled her torn blouse off over her head, revealng her bra.....a lace deep plunge number, her tan tits and deep cleavage now mostly visible.....
valerie pulled the shirt down and rose again from behind the counter....
"Esmerelda, huh?"...she reached out her hand to shake it...."I'm valerie---valerie sutton---and yes, I do a lot of reading....not much of a party girl, I guess, and my secretarial job doesn't require brain surgery, so when I get home, I just turn on the stereo and curl up on the couch with a good book and relax...."
valerie thought about what she just said...a little too much information, maybe?...fuck it, Esmerelda was ging quite out of her way to be gracious, to do a little chatting would be the very least she could do in return. On the other hand, it only served to reveal just how alone she really was...shy, vulnerable and unattached...her last couple of boyfriends were little more than proverbial 'wolves in sheeps clothing', and neither of them left a lasting impression in either her heart or her mind. Valerie looked over at the mysterious woman that had been so hospitable...had to admit, she WAS attractive...very attractive, but with no sexual experience with a girl aside from some very uncomfortable dreams and the usual sisterly teasing, she felt it best to drop it.....
 
Ohh this girl was so trusting. Either that or Esme has become very approachable. "Please my dear, I love to sew. I used to be a seamstress back in the day, before I got a book store." She smiled and looked around. "And unless you can see customers that are invisible, I have nothing else to do." She smiled and bit her lip watching the girl take off her shirt and pull on the tank top that was a bit on the tight side and showed that navel. Ohh how she would look pierced dancing naked just for her pleasure. That bra. Esme wanted to have her for dinner. Taking her shirt, she pinned the button in place and prepared to sew.

"Yes. Valerie, beautiful name for a beautiful girl." She took her hand and pulled it close kissing her middle knuckle gently. What could she say, she felt so bold. The woman made her blood race like none other had made her blood race. Breathing deeply, she quickly and deftly sewed the button back into place. Pulling the shirt up, she gave a few quick trial tugs of the button. She smiled and looked at Valerie

"All done! I should give you some books that are available for loan." She turned in her chair and began to thumb through some books and grinned. An original Marqi de Sade book. No too forward. Picking up an original Virginia Woolf book. She always seduced and dropped the panties. "Tell me Valerie, have you ever read Virginia Woolf? She is one of my personal favorites. And this book is one of my personal favorites. "So, I will give it to you if you promise to have dinner with me after you read it to tell me what you think." She smiled wider. She handed her her first edition of JRR Tolkein but a first edition of a book titled "Orlando" by Virginia Woolf.
 
"I can't thank you enough for the sewing, Miss Emerelda," valerie chirped, then suddenly experienced goosebumps when Esmerelda kissed her hand...for a second off guard, she paid for her book and picked up the loaner as well, partly backing up as she went for the door....."deal's a deal," she continued....I'll read the Virgina Woolf and give you a call..."

......turning on the stereo nice and soft, valerie snuggled into her futon and sipped some wine, looking down on the coffee table at the Woolf book....putting down her glass, she started reading.....
a very unusual story indeed!....a young man pursuing a woman then becoming a woman himself and being pursued by someone who turned out to be male....
valerie was sitting frog legged on the couch, one hand on her lap while reading then after a while found herself lighty rubbing her sex....she was feeling flustered, to say the least.....finally finishing the book (she was the type that would read cover to cover in one sitting) she found herself aroused....
taking a few more drinks to recompose, she picked up Esmerelda's business card.....
"HI....Miss Esmerelda?.....this is valerie......I....uh, ....read the Virginia Woolf book.....wow..."..slugging down the last of the wine in her glass....."a deal's a deal..I'd like to have dinner with you whenever you would like, just let me know when...."
 
"Don't worry about it. Great, and when you finish that, I will give you some more of my books." She grinned. Waving she looked down and rubbed her fingers a bit. Old Andrea from down below was singing a song of soon rebirth.

Esmerelda was working on her submissive room. It was finally time. She smiled and gently polished and reclaimed her St. Andrews Cross, Andrea. She was listening to some classic rock as she polished all the wood, whips, and leather. She grinned hearing her phone ring and ran out to the kitchen and jumped onto the couch and picked up the phone and muting the stereo. "Hello this is Esmerelda." She smiled and sat down. She was doing work in some boy shorts and a long T-Shirt. She smiled and looked up and grinned hearing Valeries voice. Her hand slipped to her pussy and she began to stroke herself at just her voice.

"Alright. So, I am a bit busy over at my house. But I haven't had any dinner yet. Would you rather me cook you something or take you out to eat?" She smiled and rolled onto her side and smiled. She sounded more relaxed then she had in the store. Maybe some imbibing alcohol? Ohh a drunk girl was well lubricated and ready for action. She looked up and grinned. Slipping her finger to toy with that pierced clit and shut her eyes.
 
"tell you what," valerie replied...."why don't I just let you suprise me?"
suprised at herself for her brazenly response, she smiled and started to get ready....she had no experience going out with another woman, and she wanted to look extra special....fast food places and the food court in the mall didn't count...this woman Esmerelda seemed the self assured, cultured type, and valerie didn't want to look like some kind of waif.....
jumping quickly into the shower then towling off, she rumaged through her closet, finally deciding upon a classic black sleeveless minidress...changing into a matching pair of black lace bra and panties, she called once again....
"ok, I'm ready....should I Meet you someplace?"
 
Esme leapt up and then began to cook something in the kitchen. Rushing around, she threw all her freshly polished toys into the sub room and then dressed the table in fine crystal and silver and ducked into the shower to take a quick shower. She smiled as she was rolling her long black hair into rollers, she walked around the house naked. Tasting her maranara and added a bit more wine. Looking over the food, she debated drugging it, but decided against it. No, tonight would be the girl submitting herself. Laying herself in her lap. Wanting to be hers. She moved to her closet and hummed picking out something to wear.

Then the phone rang. With a smile, she moved to her bedside table and answered. "Why not come over to the Tree of Knowledge. Call me before you leave and I will wait for you at the mouth of the alley." She smiled and then looked over her dresses. With a smile, she decided on one. "Be safe Valerie, and I will see you later."

Running down to the basement, she grabbed a vintage bottle of wine and put it in a large bowl of ice. Finally she was done!

She had decided on a dark purple dress. Underneath, she went braless and with a pair of black satin panties with a black garter belt with black sheer stockings with some high heels. Her hair had more of a bounce due to the recent curling. She had to admit, she looked every part the sex goddess that her ex lovers claimed she was. She pulled on a black coat and moved out and waited in the alley way. She bit her lip knowing that Valerie would dress sexy. She had seen the want in her eyes. The youthful want of someone who can take the reigns and tell her what to do and what she wanted. She would be easy, once she was truthful about what she wanted.
 
valerie gave Esmerelda a quick call saying she was coming and got in her car....originally thinking nothing of it, she felt her heartbeat increase when she saw the lady standing in the alleyway as she arived at the store....the lady's coat concealed almost everything, but her fine legs, or at least her calves and heels anyway, were exposed and looked statuesque....and her raven black hair!.....
stopping at the mouth of the alley, valerie stepped out of the car, her heels clicking as they made contact with the street....
 
Esme smiled and looked up at the car as it pulled up and parked. She smiled and held out her hand to the girl and smiled. "You finished faster than I thought you would. I was very pleasantly surprised. I am dealing with some brains and a beautiful ass." She decided to play a bit more open. Reaching out her hand and held hers and walked into the store. Moving to the stairs, she began to climb them and then turned to Valerie before she went up too high. "Oh and don't look at my ass. I will know." She tapped her nose and giggled as she moved up the stairs and opened the door to a cute little house. Decorated in fine art, mostly of naked women. But something smelt delicious. On a table sat a white pressed table cloth and set.

"Madam, your table awaits." She took her hand and pulled out her chair and wiggled both of her eyebrows. She then moved gracefullly to the kitchen and brought out chilled wine and then put it on the table. She uncorked it easily and moved back to the kitchen and brought out two plates and put one in front of her. "My signature chicken parmigean like I promised."
 
valerie felt herself blush when Esmerelda complimented her on her ass...she hadn't recieved too many of those, and none from a woman before, but she was already realizing that Esmerelda was no mere woman....walking up he stairs, she couldn't help but notice hips swaying through the thin material of the woman's dress....
the house itself, situated above the bookstore, was quaint and very cozy, with a very welcome atmosphere....one of those little tucked away jems that seemed to invite you in....the only thing that seemed unsual to valerie was more than one painting on the walls of women...naked women...her naiveity showing, she assumed esmerelda was a feminist and let it go at that...
the place smelled of something delicious....it had to be the chicken parmigean the lady told her about!...she made herself a mental promise---your'e not gonna make a pig of yourself, are you?...it's your own fault you haven't eaten anything yet today...mind your manners---
gacefully accepting the pulled out chair, valerie scooted herself in place and waited patiently for Esmerelda to sit down, the plunge in valerie's dress revealing just a hint of her black lace bra and her more than ample breasts...
 
Esmerelda hummed and then leaned over to take Valeries wine glass showing not only ample cleavage, but that she was wearing no bra. Her breasts were in top condition however. Full and perky. She poured Valeries glass of red wine and then sat down to pour her own and smiled looking at Valerie. "Well, I must say, this is a very welcomed treat. I feel very blessed to have such a bibliophile at my table." She nodded and then began to eat and sat back. "So you must tell me, what other books do you enjoy? What else do you enjoy to do with your time?" She ate very small bites. Truth was she didn't truly taste her meal. She was too caught up in the beauty across the table from her.

Leaning back she took a drink of her dark sweet wine and looked at those lovely breasts. If Esmerelda didn't know any better, she would say that Valerie was teasing her. The she knew very well what Esmerelda was trying to do and all the while putting up her best "Come and get me my predator" sign. She rolled her wine around her glass and took in the blonde across the way.
 
valerie was within inches of the most tantalizing view she'd ever seen of a woman....the female form had aroused her for years, but Esmerelda seemed to peak her curiosity, and valerie was beginning to respond in kind....it was no coincidence that she picked the deepest plunge bra she could find, and she already knew this lady had a liking to lace....two women in a comfy secluded little house....Esmerelda obviously was showing an outward liking to her....could this be the chance of sexual awakening she was waiting for? the proverbial first touch of a woman? how would she react to seeing the lady's breathtaking breasts without sounding like a clumsy schoolgirl.....or worse, like some kind of leech.....
valerie decided it was now or never....starting innocently enough.....
"I haven't read as much as I wish....I kinda taught myself rollerblading for excercise and got hooked on it..."...she took a drink of the wine and continued, trying not to notice the fact that nipples were starting to show, not just beneath the fabric of Esmerelda's dress but from beneath valerie's own very thin bra...
"now that the weather's changed I miss skating in my little short shorts and sports bra...have to put on fleece jogging pants and they kinda restrict my movements...."
an almost unheard whisper came out of valerie's lips....
"you are so beautiful, Esmerelda...."
practically as soon as the words came out, her inside voice was telling her...'oh, my god, I can't believe you said that to her!'
to thank the lady for giving her such an inviting show by bending over and exposing her lovely assets, valerie felt like returning the favor.....a slight tugging to deepen the plunge on both the scaloped portion of both her dress and her bra, valerie bent over to offer more her host more wine.....
 
Her nostrils flared smelling the arousal that came from Valerie. Ohh she smelt like honey. If she was honey, then Esmerelda was a bear. A very hungry bear with a sweet tooth. A deep soft growling sensation filled her stomach. She was sexually hungry. Hungry for juices and for blood and for her moans. She got the image of Valerie spread eagle, dressed in nothing. Her head thrown back in pleasure as blood slowly ran down her breasts and collected on her nipple which was erect while she came again and again....

Valerie talking brought Esmerelda out of her dream. Blinking, she smiled and looked at her.

"I always liked to watch roller derbies. They are kind of fun. Maybe one day I will take you to watch one. I don't know. It is like the 80s gave birth to a gladiator type sport that women excelled in." She crossed her legs and watched as Valeries nipples hardened. Ohh to wrap her lips around that nipple and suck it. Coax it to its ultimate stiffness. She knew what would happen to girls if she bit down on that vein that ran into their breasts. How sweet the blood. "Well, I will just have to rent out a roller rink so I can watch you skate." She had never witnessed a girl skate naked. Or in lingerie. The possibilities... Canting her head she caught the whisper and ran her tongue over her lips.

"I do believe Valerie, either you are drunk or you are shamelessly teasing me." She watched her fingers tug that bra. She held out her glass for the wine and then leaned back. "Tell me Valerie, what is the strangest partner you ever fucked?" She smiled and moved her glass to her lips and began to drink softly. Her eyes never leaving the girls.
 
trying to sound brave but truthful at the same time, valerie smiled, first gazing on her glass then focusing on Esmerelda's eyes...
"given the choice between the two..." as the black of her iris locked into the lady's...."I'm not drunk...."
looking up in the air for a second...."let's see...the strangest?...to be honest, it's not like I had that many....there was this guy I met at a Starbuck's...he was a real hunk, invited me to dinner and dancing then went to his place....we got kinda wild and before I knew it, I was naked on a couch, my hands tied behind me and his cock in my mouth....he tried to put it up my ass..."....valerie shuddered at the thought...."I got scared and left....god, the thought of something up my ass.....'eeeww'..."
 
"Ohh so you are teasing me? You know what I do to naughty little girls who tease someone such as me?" She could feel her eyes dilating as she growled in a playful type of way. However it was still sexy. Not waiting for her response, she growled. "I let Andrea hold them down while I spank them. And you want to know when I stop?" She smiled and licked her lips. Canting her head she watched Valerie as she was truthful.

"Well, you were probably scared because he was unknowledged. You need someone who knows what feels good to stick something up your ass." She got up and cleared the dishes and then came back and then held out her hand to Valerie. "Valerie, would you like some coffee and desert now? Or wait a bit?" She smiled and pulled Valerie close so she could feel those breasts against her own. Esmerelda canted her head and wrapped her arms around her tighter. Reaching back onto the kitchen counter she grabbed a remote and turned on some soft music. A crooner began to sing and Esmerelda began to dance with Valerie. "Ohh you look so beautiful tonight." She smiled purring.
 
valerie gave her a smile, albeit a slightlEy nervous one....this truth or dare game she was playing stood a good chance on backfiring on her....Esmerelda was more than capable of not only holding her own but taking control of the situation....still, to waste this chance to finally experience her very first lesbian experience?....valerie didn't wish to be thought of as a pussy tease for her......deflowering....still, her ass was very much virgin territory, and the mere mention of anal penetration made her self consciously slide her hands under her ass as if to shield it from violation......
If she had any doubts about the lady's sexual orientation, they were gone now.....spanking? and who was the 'andrea' she spoke of....2 girls to break her in?....
Esmerelda took her mind off her questions when she reached over to take her hand...even though she gave valerie a choice as to have dessert or wait, it seemed the decision was already made as music started playing and the lady held her close and began dancing with her, a nice slow, almost romantic dance...valerie felt the erotic sensation of breasts upon breasts, valerie's bra sheer enough she might as well hadn't worn one....
she closed her eyes, giving out a soft sigh as Esmerelda flattered her......
 
"Ohh yes baby." She purred into her ear and shut her eyes. Opening her eyes, she heard Andrea whispering in her head. Looking up, she looked at the door and grinned wider. Esmerelda held Valerie close and kissed her neck softly and gently and ran her nose up and down her neck. Ohh how beautiul her collar would be perched on her neck. Reaching behind her head, she gently pulled her hair back and kissed her jaw and along her ear down her jaw moving slowly towards her lips. Her free hand snaked up her back and to her hair and gripped that blonde hair in her fist and kissed her lips deeply. Her tongue ran along her lips gently and carefully. Then ran along that seam and she pulled back and grinned to her. Esme was hungry, and tonight for the first time in a long time, she would feed. She swayed to her wine glass and took another drink and smiled.

"I think it is awfully hot in here. I think I will maybe take off my dress. Would youbl like that my little kitten? Would you like to see the body of a real woman. Such a lucky girl to fall into the clutches of such a seductress...but you are not afraid are you?" She smiled and pulled off her dress and set it on the counter. Her breasts bounced free. They were soft and alabaster complete with soft pink aerolas and stiff nipples. She smiled and began to dance again just for Valerie. She soon stopped and held out her arms. "Come to me, my beautiful baby, let me hold you and show you how gentle and fulfilling the love of a woman can be. And if you are good, really good, I will show you some of my tricks." She purred holding out her arms.

Her body now she was still was for Valeries view. Her stomach was tone but very feminine. It spoke of a woman who walked a lot and did yoga. Her black satn underwear was situated around her black garter belt and stockings that she could easily remove her panties and leave the garter belt on. "Come on my dear, don't be afraid. I promise, you only have to take the last step and I will protect you and keep you." She purred softly to her.
 
valerie sighed again as she felt warm lips kissing her neck, folowed by warm breath as the lady's nose traveled up and down from her ear to her shoulders...suddenly the first sign of domination as she felt a hand grab her blond hair, pulling her head slightly back....any attempt at resistance instantly vanished as Esmerelda's lips passionately met her own, the lady's tongue probing outwards.....putting valerie into a trance, she stood there with her eyes still closed even as the intoxicating spider woman backed away, took another drink and disrobed.....valerie opened her eyes and beheld the sight of a nude goddess....would she like to see what a real woman looked like?...."y-y-y-yes," she replied, slightly above a whisper, sounding more like a hiss...."oh, yessss....."...she walked like she was hypnotized towards the lady, and in a sense, she was....
inviting her naive little doe into her arms was met by no apprehension or hesitation on valerie's part.....still wearing her dress, she walked slowly into the woman's outstretched arms, silent like a sleepwalker.....
 
"Ohh sweet heart." She purred and held her close. Rubbing her hands up and down her back, she purred adn then smiled. "Well, I would very much like to see you undress...but not now, I want you to see Andrea. She has been dying to meet you." She purred and then took her hand and lead her into the room she spent all day fixing up. With a wicked grin, she moved to teh door and looked back at her and smiled wider. "Remember Valerie, you are mine now. My pet." She smiled and opened the door and reached back pulling her into the darkness. She closed the door behind them and turned on the light.

The room was decorated in red, dark wood, and leather. There was no bed, but a thick shag black rug. In one corner sat a complete St. Andrews cross. The wood looked ancient, but had character. The wood was greying. Ancient runes etched along it. Leather cuffs were attached to each corner of the cross. In a corner laid, what appeared to be a long leather bench with bars at either end. A closet was taking up one wall. The room was pretty sizable. Along the walls were painted murials of women being taken by succubus and demonesses. All sorts of pleasure being taken and given. The women were large and roman looking, but very beautiful.

"My playroom, now your room my pet." She purred moving behind her and stroked her sides and moved around and sat in the lone deep leather chair and grinned. "Now, strip for me pet." Her eyes were glowing as she watched her. A thumb playing along her breast.
 
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