After the Dreams (Caroline's Company)

by Wetherby, Caroline Jane

  ‘These show off make the best of my shape, which is to say I’m a bit fat on my bottom and thighs.’

  ‘Plump not fat,’ said Cassie, who had been studying a lot on the last few weeks.

  ‘Thank you darling.’ Janet smoothed the fishnet tights up her legs, and then pulled off the slip she had been wearing and unfastened her bra.

  Cassie did not want to look directly at the other woman’s breasts, but she started to experience feelings of envy. Perhaps this showed in her face.

  ‘Oh don’t worry.’ Janet pulled up the teddy around her, and eased her breasts into place. ‘I’m sure you will start to fill out soon. There!’ She looked in the mirror at the two dark haired women.

  ‘You know, we could almost be sisters. I’ve an idea, do you know where to find the highlight sprays they used on your hair?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Cassie.

  ‘We could look even more like each other.’

  Cassie tripped along the hallway to her own room. Sylvie had used spray cans of bronze and copper for her hair. Cassie took them back to Janet’s room.

  ‘Could you help me?’ Janet covered her shoulders with a towel, and Cassie cautiously sprayed some highlights into the older woman’s dark brown hair. Janet tossed her head and looked in the mirror.

  ‘Perhaps a bit more here... and the copper here.’

  They compared themselves.

  ‘This is fun,’ said Janet. ’Now I think I can find something that matches your necklace!’

  She rummaged in a jewellery case, and placed a heavy copper and gold cascade around her neck.

  ‘Can you fasten this for me?’ She held her hair up, and Cassie fastened the heavy necklace behind her neck.

  ‘I don’t wear this often, it’s quite a weight. John likes it though’

  The gold and copper plates came down between her breasts, and emphasised the swelling curves.

  ‘Must find something else to match.’ Janet looked in her makeup box and found the same brand and colour lip gloss that Cassie was wearing.

  Sitting down, she carefully re-lined her full lips with a copper-bronze pencil and touched in the lip gloss with its little brush.

  Cassie remembered that hers needed refreshing as well. She opened her clutch bag, but realised that her black gloves made handling difficult.

  ‘Here let me help.’ Janet touched her lips gently with the brush.

  ‘Now I’d better have some gloves as well.’ Janet pulled on her own black opera gloves.

  ‘There we are.’ Janet struck a pose in the mirror, and beckoned Cassie to join her. For a few minutes, as the older woman posed provocatively in several ways, the younger one copied her in mirror image. Both of them giggled. After one last spectacular attempt, when they bumped bottoms together, they both burst out laughing.

  ‘Well, I’ve never dressed like this for one of Caroline’s events before. But it is nice to dress up isn’t it! And it’s nice to have a sister. I’ve never had one you know.’ She glanced at herself in the mirror again, and frowned slightly critically. ‘You know, I don’t usually like seeing myself in the mirror. It must be your influence Cassie. Let’s go and shock John.’

  As they went downstairs they agreed a plan. They walked across the hall, making as little noise as possible in their heels, swung open the double doors to the drawing room, struck their first pose, and were frozen speechless by the magic of the room.

  John stood in the open garden doors, looking sideways into the room. The moonlight gleamed on his shirt front, and glistened on his lapels of his dinner jacket and the stripes on his trousers. He looked the handsome epitome of a male evening guest. Cassie’s eyes were drawn however, past Caroline, still sitting where they had left her with a quiescent Poppy at her feet, to where on the other side of the fireplace, Jo plucked living magic from the strings of the large harp which Cassie had previously assumed was merely an ornament.

  Each note shivered serenely into the silence of the room.

  Entranced, and stuck by the same idea, the two copper haired women moved into the room, and walked hand in hand in time to the music towards the fire. Still in unison, they bowed to Caroline and to Jo, and then Janet moved to her husband framed in the doorway. She struck her most provocative pose. His arms went round her waist, and they exchanged a deep kiss. He patted her bottom, and she giggled gently.

  Cassie, feeling a bit embarrassed, wondering whether she had been led astray by Janet, and not knowing quite what to do, sat down on the empty sofa where she had sat before. Caroline smiled at her, and Cassie immediately felt more comfortable.

  Janet led John to the same sofa, and sat him between herself and Cassie.

  ‘And you can keep your hands where they should be.’ They all heard as she cuddled up beside him. She placed his hands on various portions of her anatomy, and nibbled his ear.

  ‘Cassie, can I borrow a tissue?’

  Cassie passed one from her bag.

  Janet gently wiped the evidence of her kisses from her husband’s face, and having established her rights of ownership, settled down and sat still.

  Jo carried on playing; the shimmering notes somehow matched to the firelight, the moonlight, and the beauty of the women (and the one man) sitting quietly in the room. Caroline was still stroking Poppy’s now plaited hair.

  To a series of rising chords, Poppy stood, lifted both of Caroline’s hands in hers and kissed them. With a grace that seemed unlikely after the noisy Poppy of the dinner party, she curtsied to Caroline, to Jo, and the trio on the other sofa.

  Still very gracefully, and in time with the lilting music Poppy gradually removed all of her clothes.

  This was not the provocative routine of a burlesque show. It was the gradual self display of a deeply womanly and sensual creature. Her red dress was unfastened behind her neck, and fell to the floor. She was barefoot, and wore nothing on her strong legs, she was wearing a red silk slip that finished around her hips. She flirted with it, raising it and letting it fall. With a decisive movement, she removed her red briefs, and flung them into the fire. To the flare of the sudden (and quite brief) blaze, she let the red slip fall, and with one hand over her pubis and one over her breasts, stood in one place and swayed and twisted gently to the music.

  Jo played a fierce accelerando and Poppy’s hands moved as though she were caressing herself. As the music rose to finale of rippling chords. Poppy stood still, her hands behind her neck, her large nipples erect, proudly naked. She pirouetted on the spot, looked almost defiantly at all of them, then she stood facing towards Caroline, her lips just open, and a pink tongue just showing.

  Poppy was totally naked and totally unashamed.

  ‘Ah,’ a soft sigh came from Janet, and she moved her husband’s hands over her own body.

  In the sudden silence, Poppy still with all of her new grace, knelt down and, waving her bottom to the room, crawled back towards the fully clad Caroline, and curled up at her feet.

  Jo stopped playing. The mood changed.

  ‘Well now I am definitely feeling overdressed, and quite hot and thirsty. Playing that harp is hard work you know.’ Jo moved over and sat beside her blonde friend. First she bent over and gently kissed the naked and almost purring Poppy on her lips. Then she put a hand round Caroline’s neck and drew her into an intricate and highly amorous kiss. Their tongues wound round each other, they delicately matched their lips, and finally Jo pushed her tongue deeply into Caroline’s mouth, and hung there for what seemed minutes.

  ‘We’re thirsty as well’ said Janet. ‘Where are all your serving staff? Have they gone off to get dressed?’

  ‘Well the last time I saw one of them she was wearing something that might have been called a dress,’ said Jo. ‘And it was a little bit larger than a pocket handkerchief as well!’

  ‘People who come to a harp recital looking as though they have just escaped from a Playboy Club will just have to wait,’ said Caroline. ‘Your younger sister looks a lot more stylish than you. It’s a nice id
ea though, you do look like sisters.’ She winked at Cassie.

  ‘Well to tell you the truth I was a bit jealous,’ replied Janet. ’Why should all these other women look so glamorous and not me.’

  ‘Well next time you get these feelings,’ said Caroline, ‘warn me and we can find you something more appropriate!’

  ‘Yes and be paraded about naked and in chains I suppose. I know you Caroline. You like your little ways and you always think that you’re right!’

  ‘Caroline is always right,’ said Jo. ’That’s one of the remarkable things about this house; and you know that really.’

  ‘Yes.’ A little sigh. ‘Would you like me naked and in chains Husband dearest?’

  The reply took some time and did not need words.

  Caroline and Jo looked at the entwined couple, at the slightly embarrassed Cassie, and all three of them laughed.

  ‘You will have to teach your big sister manners Cassandra,’ said Caroline.

  ‘In this house?’ Janet retorted disentangling herself

  ‘We have excellent rules and manners in this house Janet, as you can see. They didn’t interrupt us before because we were occupied with Poppy’s.... revelations. But now here are the staff, and refreshments are about to be served!’

  The double doors from the dining room stood open, and a large trolley was pulled into the room. Sylvie and Sadie in matching little black leather dresses, bare legs, and black five inch heeled sandals , encouraged the previously missing member of the party (who was doing the pulling), with encouraging flicks from little leather quirts. They also held the chains that ran through his metal collar, through cuffs on his wrists and then to a wide leather belt locked round his waist.

  Philip, (Poppy’s husband) had rather changed since they last saw him.

  If not entirely naked, he was certainly in chains, and he might have retained more modesty if he had been naked. His silver hair was bounded by a leather circlet, which had hoops so that it could be fastened to his collar. His upper body was bare, hairless, and shining with a light oil. He appeared to be heavily tanned. This emphasised his slim but well developed form, especially his pectorals and his abdominal muscles. The only garments he wore were a pair of knee length leather breaches, from the front of which protruded an absolutely enormous codpiece.

  The effect in the moonlit room was dramatic and slightly ominous.

  With the exception of the fully clothed and highly uxorious John, all of the other inhabitants of the room were clearly rounded and glamorous females. Suddenly here was this very male figure, presented in an overt manner to be as male as possible, even though he was chained and under the complete control of two pert young women.

  Poppy stirred, knelt upright, and looked at her transformed husband.

  ‘Poppy I....’ the chained male was interrupted by a sharp stroke on his back from Sylvie’s quirt.

  ‘He keeps trying to talk, Mistress. You didn’t want to gag him – yet. Shall we ...’

  ‘Oh I think we should. Don’t you Poppy? You don’t want him to talk to do you?’

  Poppy, without taking her bright eyes away from looking lasciviously on the naked oiled torso, shook her head. Caroline kissed her again. ‘That’s a good girl.’

  ‘Oh well’ said Jo with a sigh. ‘It should be all right. You’ll have to use a bigger dose for that big man though.’

  Caroline made a little gesture at Sadie and Sylvie, and Sadie picked up a small salver of strawberries from the trolley. Sylvie took one of the fruits, and ran it around the man’s pectorals, flirting round his body while never making more than a light contact with it. She dipped the strawberry in cream. The man held his mouth resolutely closed. Sylvie looked at her Mistress. Caroline nodded, and Sylvie kissed the chained object passionately. As she broke away, Sadie gave him a sharp whip on his leather clad bottom, and he took a sharp breath. As his mouth opened, Sylvie popped the strawberry in. The man looked aggrieved, and everybody and especially Poppy laughed at the slickness of the two girls. Sadie and Sylvie took a little bow, and there was a brief round of applause and more laughter.

  ‘Just ask for what you want, and Pip here will fetch it for you.’ Caroline sounded delighted. Cassie thought that ‘Pip’ sounded a small name for a big man.

  ‘I think that Janet would like some strawberries’ said John. His wife poked him in the tummy.

  ‘The Moselle for me please.’ requested Janet. ‘The Male Chauvinist Pig here can choose for himself.’

  ‘I think a brandy please, and what for you Casssandra?’

  ‘Oh some Moselle please.’ Cassie had liked the light fruity wine at dinner.

  The girls made quite a display of the simple task of serving drinks.

  Pip was made to carry the ice bucket, and to kneel with his head bowed before Janet and Cassie in turn. Sadie proffered wine glasses, and Sylvie poured the light wine for Janet and Cassie.

  As Cassie took a sip, she saw the man raise his head and wink at her.

  She got a strange sensation in her abdomen with a nearly naked man kneeling at her feet.

  ‘When you’ve finished with Miss Fishnets and her party, we’re thirsty over here.’ This was Jo.

  ‘Champagne for us please,’ said Caroline.

  Pip had to carry the ice bucket and kneel before Caroline. In close proximity to Poppy, their eyes devoured each other.

  Sadie and Sylvie pulled back on his chains, forcing him to pull the ice bucket in towards his stomach. Sadie stroked him with her whip, and his eyes went down to the floor, away from his naked wife.

  Caroline and Jo had one glass between them, and drank from it as from a loving cup.

  Sometimes one of them held the glass so the naked woman at their feet could take a sip.

  Once John had his brandy, (Pip had warmed the glass in front of the fire – Cassie felt for the naked man so close to the flames), the trolley was pulled to one side (in case anyone wanted more to drink, or to eat any of the fruits, cheeses, and confectionary that were available). Pip was left chained to the trolley, with his wrist chains also shackled to cuffs around his ankles. All he could do was stand there, with his monstrous codpiece in front of him. The two girls gave him a last little caress with their quirts.

  Caroline kissed Poppy, and then standing up herself she raised the naked woman to her feet. She took her to the middle of the room, and the two girls gathered around her.

  First Cassie saw that a bit, like a horses bit, was placed in Poppy’s mouth, and fastened round her head under her pony-tail. Her arms were placed into a kind of double glove, and laced behind her back. This forced her not inconsiderable breasts forward. She knelt again, and the girls were busy around her face and her feet. When she stood, she had ultra long eyelashes sweeping her cheeks, and her feet disappeared into what looked like horses hooves, forcing her to stand as though her feet were in incredibly high heels. Leading reins were attached to her bit.

  The two girls lead the once noisy and ebullient Poppy, now a quiescent naked pony-girl, through the double doors into the hallway.

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  Caroline and Jo offered their hands to Cassie.

  ‘Come and see,‘ said Caroline. ’It really is most amazing to see this happen to someone.’

  She urged Janet and John to break up their cuddle on the far sofa, and come to join them. She also borrowed Sylvie’s quirt, and drove Pip, chained, oiled and silent, out into the hallway. She whispered in his ear, and he nodded as he understood he was to serve refreshments to the audience for the transformation of his wife.

  The three of them stood and watched the figures in the hall, in front of the Three Graces.

  Sylvie and Sadie were wearing green plastic overalls over their little dresses, latex gloves and green masks, and of course, green wellies! First they rubbed some kind of lotion all over the pony. To Cassie it had a horsey sort of smell. Standing the pony with her feet apart, they completely shaved between her legs. The pony whickered and tossed her head as th
ey rubbed more lotion onto her now smooth pubic mound. Then, and this was why they were wearing their protective coats, the two girls started painting the pony all over with a glossy brown and bronze paint. They applied it with sponges and cloths. It was a two part mixture, and occasionally they stopped to mix more, carefully checking the proportions as they did so.

  The pony stood with her hooves apart as the painting progressed. She held her head high, and apparently revelled in the sensation as her white skin was transformed into a glossy brown coat. Her arms were released so that they too could become brown and glossy, and her bit was briefly removed as her face was also rubbed and painted. Cassie noted that a different lotion was used on the pony’s face, and different colours used to make her face seem sharper, with her cheekbones more defined. Her lips were painted a dark red, and the bit was re-inserted. The pony appeared to welcome it.

  Taking the reins, Sadie walked the pony round and round the hallway, occasionally checking the coat to see if it had cured. When she was sure it had, she nodded to Sylvie, and they re-fastened the arms into the uniting glove.

  The two assistants discarded their protective clothing. They made a play of it, especially pulling off each other’s wellington boots before they put on their open toe stiletto sandals. Their play caused some laughter from the watchers, after the high drama of the creation of the pony.

  Now Sylvie picked up what looked like a dangerous implement, involving a stainless steel hook, with a thickened and ribbed end, emerging through a shaped and curved plate. The other end of the hook curved round until it became a tube, from which emerged a long horsehair tail.

  The pony whickered, shook her head, but moved her legs apart.

  Caroline came forward, and held the reins close to the pony’s head. She whispered to the animal, and stroked her mane, while Sylvie inserted the hooked tail into the pony’s vagina. The plate covered her pubic mound with shining steel. Sadie fastened leather straps around the pony’s middle to make sure the tail stayed in place. The pony nuzzled Caroline’s neck, and Caroline released her close hold on the reins. The newly created animal tossed her head, and by rapid movements of her vaginal muscles, flicked her tail up and down.