Calypso (The Story of Mariana and LipsSayAll - a Blog Post by Mariana_Trench_

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8/10/2010 7:02 pm

Calypso (The Story of Mariana and LipsSayAll

Music pounded around her. She moved forward in a sway, her warm, sensual curves inviting stares from the many in the crowd who were open to a sexual conquest � men and women. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ's turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her feet. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the writhing mass of bodies visible beyond the door. Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to the already interesting d�cor of the club.

Despite the pristine white columns, giving a very Romanesque feeling to the building, it was more the type of place one would expect to see a vampire, were they to really exist. Dark, shadowed, and very much gothic, as the light shifted, one could see the blood-red marbling on those otherwise perfect pillars.

She turned a full circle, amazed with the dark, gothic beauty of the place.

Soon, she was pulled into the mass of dancing bodies in the center.

It was an exclusive club, most of the members were of the upper echelons of Greek and Turkish society, and of very high socioeconomic background. The rich, and sometimes famous, came here to be unknown and with others like themselves. She was here by exclusive invitation - a friend of a friend had given her a pass. Life these days had become taxing, and the friend had provided this special pass as a way of helping her unwind and escape these challenges. Tonight she meant to take full advantage. Whatever path that led her down. She was open to it. The very thought of such an escape from the everyday got her heart beating a little faster, and the adventures had not even begun. Whatever they were to be.

She was the very picture of gothic sophistication, her un-dyed, naturally lovely, chestnut colored hair the only challenge to the burgundy silk and velvet ensemble that sheathed her curvy frame. Fishnet stockings circled her shapely thighs, meeting with the sensuous garter belt that peeked through the slit in her gown as she walked. Her breasts climbed to impossible heights over her waist cinching bustier. They positively glowed in the light of the room, her warm olive skin light from both within and from the flame that was this burgundy rose velvet bustier.

She found the bar, and found something to her liking.

She had never been a part of the "closed-door" scene here. Those people went into the opulent, beautiful rooms around the outer walls of the building for wild sexual escapades involving nearly any fantasy.

She herself had been in a committed relationship for many years, and only came here to dance.

But she had not be physically present with her lover for many weeks, and she needed this. Tonight.

Life these days had become an endless cycle of trips to the doctors, discussions about medications, worries about finance, and disagreements with siblings as to the proper care for her aging and sick mother. Not to mention her , her home, the constant heat wave this summer, and stresses upon stresses from work.

She only wanted a couple drinks and a chance to forget, even if for a while, but she still had no desire to go back into those rooms. A few drinks it was, and with so little food on her stomach from the stress, she was feeling the welcome fuzziness starting to creep around her.

The Grecian beauty who is our heroine stepped out onto the marble floor, feeling the pulse of bodies and the intoxicating smell of human musk and sexual energy around her. It made her heady, and light-headed.

Mariana saw the mahogany-haired beauty from across the room, from where she was perched in one of the tables. She quirked an eyebrow, her head cocking slightly as she watched the buxom woman make her way into the crowd and past numerous men as well as women who were clearly stuck by instant lust. From her elevated seat, Mariana watched the woman's every motion.

Mariana closed her blue-green eyes, and instantly, the room started to spin. She had the sense that the woman was hurting, tired, stressed out, and anxious about loved ones. The taste of her emotional state hung thick around her. Mariana felt a pang of sympathy and pursed her lips, watching the way the other woman moved, the sinuous contour of perfect legs, and the glimpse of a delicious garter belt underneath. Mariana could not help but smile. It was a favorite for her, the garter belt and stocking look. There was nothing as sexy and feminine as a beautiful woman in thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. A pair of heels and the right panties, a corset or bustier � these all compelled Mariana to feel lustful, without effort.

Mariana had an amazing sense for that which one felt but would not say. Some called it "a sixth sense" or "Clairvoyance". It didn't really matter what it was. It worked. That is what mattered.

Mariana stood, pushing a lock of silken shocking red hair back from her face and stepped down from her pedestal to mingle into the crowd. She licked her ruby red lips, full and pulped in both lust and through the good graces of Mother Nature.

Of course, such dancing would have people in close contact, and most accidental touching was ignored. In her current state, the Stunning Greek Woman didn't care. She just wanted to forget her worries and relax. And, in her state, it was easy for her not to notice the woman slipping her way through the crowd towards her.

The Greek Woman moved and writhed to the beat of the music, until she felt cool hands slip around her waist from behind, and the feeling of a soft body press against her.

It felt so good...

The Greek Woman squirmed a bit, and tried to turn, but the gentle grasp held her firm.

"You need an escape, I can tell. Let me show you a night that will help you forget," a simmering voice whispered in her ear. Husky, throaty, low but confident, it held her � enchanted her � made her legs feel as if they were made of liquid molten metal.

The Greek Woman blinked, not quite sure she heard what she thought she had heard. Mariana smiled and stepped back only so the Greek Woman could turn but remain in her arms. The Greek Woman, meanwhile - turned, and stared at the redhead.

"You must have me mistaken," she replied quietly, barely audible over the pounding music. "I just came to get a few drinks and dance."

"You came to forget."

The Greek Woman sighed. "How can you tell?"

The flame-haired-haired Mariana gave an expression of concern. "It's in those eyes of yours. Never a color of mossy brown-green have I seen before, but it's the pain and anguish I see more glaringly. You have seen a terrible time of it, lately."

The Greek Woman�s eyes � which really resembled more than anything a towering oak tree with a bit of moss on her bark � slide her body to the floor. She wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow, amidst the alcohol and her distraction n, she found herself on the edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall. "Yes."

Mariana stepped forward, her lips hovering inches away from The Greek Woman.

"Let me help you."

The Greek Woman sighed, and looked down... and then, everything went black.

She woke in darkness. She was warm, but disoriented. It took her several moments to realize that she was nude, and laying in a tub of something that was so heavenly soft it felt like she had returned to the womb. She was covered, but only barely � in something squishy that smelled of fruit. For the warmth of the day, this substance was surprisingly, pleasantly cool. Not unlike lying in a somewhat solid swimming pool. She moved a bit, and finally realized � she was in a Jacuzzi full of jello! She blinked a few more times, and still couldn't see. With that, came the realization that she was blindfolded.

She squirmed, reaching to try to remove it, only to find her hands and wrists bound. She could move only a small amount.

She started to panic, and yank against the thick, soft bindings. That is, until, she heard a familiar voice.

"Shhhh.... You are safe," the voice told her.

The Greek Woman froze. It was the same voice she had heard earlier in the club, from the mesmerizing, pomegranate-haired woman. With those impossibly pale white skin and the striking blue-green eyes. The woman with the voice that sounded like a lick of warm honey tasted.

The Greek Woman felt soft lips trail across her cheek, and press to her lips in an intense kiss. As the kiss ended, she could feel the jello covering her shift, and the warmth of another form next to her. A hand slid over her curvy, sensual form, a gentle, feminine touch. Hands started to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin.

She was confused, and wasn't sure what to do. But when she felt those hands cup her full breasts, gently rolling her nipples between soft fingers, the only noise she could muster was a groan of pleasure.

Fingers trailed lower, and trailed over her thighs, moving inward.

"You know," the voice told her, "those<b> fishnets </font></b>and that garter belt were absolutely delicious on such beautiful and supple thighs as these." The hand moved inward, and gently urged her soft, smooth golden-hued legs to part.

The Greek Woman gasped as she did, and the hand came up between her legs, soft fingers playing over the velvety, womanly lips.

"How wet you are already. Here you are, helpless, bound by your wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and at my mercy. You like it, don't you, my sweet little pet?"

The Greek Woman whimpered, and nodded. A purring groan of pleasure met her ears.

Lips kissed gently down her cheek, over her chin, and to her throat. The nibbling and sensation of the other woman's tongue was amazing.

"Tell me your name, my pet."

The Greek Woman struggled to bring herself together enough to even muster speech.

She muttered something in her native tongue. A soft name, hard to decipher.

The redhead said �no matter, tonight I shall call you Calypso. Do you like that?"

The hand between her legs never relented, soft fingers probing into warm, wet depths. The other hand came up to cup Calypso's breast. Then, she felt lips, and tongue working over her nipple.

Calypso gasped, and squirmed, her senses on fire.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Calypso, you will call me Mistress Mariana. Am I clear?"

Calypso nodded, and bucked her hips slightly, feeling the fingers surge into her deeper.

Calypso gasped as the kisses trailed lower, and she could feel Mistress Mariana's tongue working over her soft skin. The other woman pressed her body tightly against Calypo's and slowly squirmed lower, positioning herself between Calypso's legs, now spread and held in place by the bindings. The jello gave off a delicious scent of mango, pineapple, and raspberry. Calypso imagined that in heaven the angels were giving each other orgasms surrounded by clouds that smelled and tasted of fruit � just like this.

Mariana's eyes were filled with lust, and the heady feeling of power, as she looked up at the beautiful woman held captive and in her thrall. The heavenly scent of Calypo's arousal filled her nose, and Mariana's mouth started to water. Her fingers were still inside her slave, and Mariana could feel how tight and aroused Calypso was.

"You are mine to do with as I please, Calypso. Do you understand me?"

Calypso groaned softly, and nodded. "Yes."

"Yes?" Mariana asked in an emphatic tone.

"Yes, Mistress Mariana."

Mariana smiled, and rewarded her slave with a slow, trailing kiss over the inside of her thighs that caused the bound woman to squirm deeper into the jello, still cool but beginning to melt and slide delightfully over each crevice, as it warmed against the two women�s bodies. Then, she reached around behind her, and found an item she had hidden there earlier. Long, silvery-purple and bearing a slight curve, the phallus was large enough that Mariana was concerned she might hurt Calypso if she wasn't careful. She slowly removed her fingers, leaving Calypso squirming and whimpering.

"What, my darling Sea Goddess? Do you want something?"

"Please, Mistress...."

"Please what?"

Calypso only whimpered, and it made Mariana smile. The dominant woman pressed the tip of the phallus against Calypso's wet, swollen opening, and flipped a switch. The instant vibration made Calypso's womanly hips buck, and she cried out in pleasure.

Slowly, Mariana pushed the vibrating toy into the other woman, watching Calypso squirm and writhe.

Mariana leaned down and inhaled Calypso's scent again, mingled with the fruit and jello � the delightful scenario she had set-up. Amusing � Seductive - Arousing - it was too much to bear. She leaned forward, and kissed Calypso's exposed, glistening, fruit-flavored and yet also pussy-flavored sex.

The sensation of her Mistress's tongue and lips against her clitoris was ecstasy. Calypso couldn't stop the cries of bliss that escaped her lips.

Mariana dove into Calypso's swollen womanhood; the vibe pressed deeply inside her now, Mariana's lips and tongue working over the other woman's soft nether lips. Her hand pushing and caressing Calypso with the massive, churning, vibrating phallus � like Poseidon boiling the very seas, she thought. Let�s make a tidal wave.

The feeling of Calypso's thighs brushing against her face, convulsing around her head, her hips bucking against Mariana's licking, sucking, lapping, tasting face was so sensual, so sexy, it made her ravenous.

Mariana's tongue went again and again against Calypso's clit and to lap around her nether lips, trying to catch the delicious nectar of her pet's arousal. Again and again she lapped at the fruit flavored jello and the unique, musky, heady flavor of Calypso�s oyster. The brine of the sea contrasting with the sweet of mango and raspberry, like some kind of divine tropical sex explosion of the senses.

Calypso could feel her Mistress's tongue as it traced lovingly over her sex, never a single spot left unkissed.

Mariana could feel Calypso coming closer and closer to orgasm; the fine muscles clenching around the phallus told her of what was about to come.

"Not yet, my beautiful pet, not yet," she murmured, as she slowly pulled her tongue from Calypso's throbbing pussy. She smiled in pleasure as she heard the bound woman whimper and squirm as her Mistress removed the vibrator.

Calypso suddenly felt empty, almost painfully so as she hovered so close to orgasm.

Mariana stood fully, and Calypso could hear her rustling around. She started to speak, but then she felt fingers on her lips.

"You are not to speak, unless to express your pleasure. Silence."

Calypso became silent, but her body ached. She needed her Mistress... and badly.

The jello bath shifted slightly, and Calypso could feel the warmth of Mariana's body next to her, pressed against her side. Hands trailed across her tender skin, drawing gasps and groans of pleasure from Calypso's lips.

Mariana drew herself up, shifting in the tub, and pressed her lips against Calypso's fiercely, intensely. The kiss was returned, and Mariana knew she was completely in control.

The Domme broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving her bound, blindfolded slave to turn towards her, almost whimpering.

"I want you to feel something, my sweet little slave."

Calypso could barely stand it. Her curiosity was killing her. She could feel the jello sliding against her oh so sensitized skin, could feel her Mistress shift some in the jello bath, and finally, she felt her right hand being unbound. Mariana�s hands held hers, and guided her golden-tinted hand to the skin of her curving pale-skinned stomach. It was hard for Mariana to control herself not to groan in pleasure.

She guided the other woman's hand lower, past her naval.

Inside the darkness of the blindfold, Calypso blinked, and she audibly gasped when she felt what she did.

Mistress Mariana wore a strap-on phallus, but not just any strap-on. From what she felt, it seemed that it had two ends; one that was obviously used on the recipient, and a second part that was impaled deeply into her Mistress's dripping-wet pussy.

It was short-lived, as her wrist was re-bound to the Jacuzzi spout, taking with it the beautiful juices that coated her fingers.

Mariana shifted slightly, nudging Calypso's legs apart around the jello, which was rapidly becoming more of a fruit and sugar bath. She shifted between them, hovering over her captured slave. She leaned down at kissed the blindfolded woman, shifting her hips forward slightly. She knew she had to be careful, given the lack of sensation in the strap-on that a man would have, and how incredibly tight Calypso was.

A single motion with her fingers, and the phallus shuddered to life with an intense vibration that made them both gasp.

The vibration made entrance easier, and soon, Mariana's hips met Calypso's.

It was a slow, gentle motion, but finally, Mariana's strap-on was buried entirely inside of the gasping, writhing Greek woman under her.

The Greek Woman's head was spinning from the sensation. She felt her Mistress shift a bit, withdrawing her hips and the vibrating cock, and enter again.

It was pure heaven... a moment of sheer bliss and absolute heaven.

Mariana started a rhythm, slow and gentle, and Calypso could feel the intensity of the textured, vibrating strap-on as it entered her deeply and pulled out over and over.

She couldn't hold back anymore � Mariana groaned in pleasure, feeling the vibrations deep in her pussy where the other end of the sensual tool was. It was intense, and made more so with the picture in front of her.

The beautiful Chestnut Haired woman, bound to facet of a jello-filled jacuzzi, blindfolded, completely at her mercy... and her legs spread wide.

Mariana started to move a bit faster, feeling the thrust of the vibrator push up into her with each stroke, as intensely pleasurable for her as it was for Calypso.

The slave whimpered, the sensation of her orgasm building again. She shivered in Mariana's arms.

Mariana leaned down, and pressed her lips to Calypso's in a soft, sensual kiss, her lips parting slightly. Her tongue slid out, trailing along Calypso�s lips.

Calypso groaned, and her tongue met her Mistress's, dancing and caressing as Mariana picked up speed.

Mariana's orgasms started to come, one after the other, slamming into her body. The earlier stimulation of kissing, touching and licking Calypso's body, combined with the phallus that had been inside her since she started was now coming to the front as she stroked in and out of her beautiful slave.

Calypso started to shudder, and whimper. "Oh... oh, God... Mistress...."

"Yes?" Mariana asked with ragged breath. "What is it, my slave?"

"Oh God... I am coming�COMING!! Coming...uh...oh...ahh�....FUCK YES.... Mistress...FUCK ME MISTRESS!!!"

Mariana groaned and arched against the bound woman harder, her hips now pumping in and out faster.

"Yes.... Yes, my sweet little slave. Cum for me, cum for your Mistress," Mariana whispered, her breath irregular.

Mariana felt Calypso start to writhe more, and her soft, ragged whimpers now audible shouts and groans, turned to downright intense screams of ecstasy. At nearly the very same moment, all the sensations built up, and Mariana desperately needed a final, shuddering, throbbing release.

Her once smooth motions became ragged, and she jerked, feeling her own pussy spasm uncontrollably.

The orgasm that washed over her left her seeing stars. All she could see, feel, smell and touch was the sea- and fruit � and sweat- and the come of Calypso- and her mouth, her kisses, and her very skin.

Both women climaxed, reaching final orgasms simultaneously. Their hips rocked together as one, and as Calypso strained at her bindings, Mariana clutched at her.

It seemed to last forever. The intense tingling and fire spread through them both, and slowly... it subsided.

Mariana slumped forward, against Calypso�s heaving breasts. Both of them were immensely sticky, from come, from sweat, and from jello.

Several long, endless moments passed, and Mariana couldn't stand it any longer. She squirmed only enough to reach the bindings over Calypso's head, and finally released her arms.

Instantly, Calypso wrapped her arms around Mariana tightly, pulling her down, pressing her body against Mariana.

Both women's heartbeats started to slow finally, as did their breathing. Mariana reached down, and carefully withdrew the vibrating cock from Calypso, then untied the straps and slid it from herself as well. She groaned, and leaned back down to press her bare breasts against Calypso's, kissing her again.

Calypso could feel those lips brush against her ear, and then she heard a soft whisper.

"I told you I would take care of you tonight. Now we have one more surprise. Don�t be scared my pet, but someone is coming to give you even more pleasure. And it will give me pleasure to watch him do this for you." She felt her blindfold being removed. She blinked till her eyes adjusted to the soft light of the chamber.

From behind a curtained off area, came a man wearing a mask and nothing else. He was also golden skinned, but because of his mask Calypso could not tell if he might be Greek or otherwise. But she could see that his cock was fully rigid and that he desired her. Perhaps her Mistress was also to be pleasured by this man? In spite of her rocking spasms of recent moments, she suddenly felt herself grow warm and eager.

He stepped forward, and with agility and grace rarely seen outside a dance studio or a martial artist�s dojo, he climbed into the tub and between the two women. Without saying a word beyond �I am Bacchus,� he proceeded to lap at first Mistress Mariana and then Calypso.

Eventually, all three were actually just as wet and sticky as when the man first appeared and only the two were were covered in moisture and jello, but not till hours had gone by and each of them had had several orgasms- the man included. Before Mistress Mariana and Bacchus departed, all three took time to step to the adjoining room where a hot shower and a fluffy robe was to be had, some ice water, and the necessary items for a cup of herbal tea. Calypso felt, after her shower, wearing her robe, sipping her peppermint tea OUTSTANDING. The other two showered, donned robes, and quietly but respectfully disappeared. Perhaps they left together, perhaps separately. She had no idea. But, hours had certainly passed, and a glance behind the heavy window drapes told her the sun had long ago risen.

She found after a quick search a cupboard with all her clothes from the night before, as well as her pocketbook, shoes, and a small bouquet of wildflowers tied with a red ribbon. As well, she found behind one door was a hall with a clearly labeled 'exit' sign. Upon exiting she realized the secret chamber she had been in was the upper level of the very same club from the night before. The exit took her to the back side of the building.

The following afternoon, as Calypso savored her body�s bruises and the lingering scent of papaya and mango in her hair while lying in her very own bed at home, she smiled and thought to herself "What an appropriate name for that mysterious stranger. For he was indeed a God of sex. And my God, Mistress Mariana...that was the best fuck of my life...I shall have to find some way to join that club."

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