Unknown: Tattoo dreams

It was pitch black. Kelli tried to focus her eyes. She fluttered her lids repeatedly.

Nothing.

Pitch black.

She felt something caressing her face, but couldn't tell exactly what. She opened and closed her eyelids again.

Nothing.

A shiver of apprehension ran through her. Something was wrong.

She started to move her right arms up so that her hand could rub her eyes. Maybe her eyes were just full of sleep.

She couldn't raise her arm.

She tried the left.

Nothing.

Fear replaced apprehension.

What is going on? her mind started to race as cold fear now shook her. She couldn't see. She couldn't move her arms.

What's happening to me?

She shook her head from side to side as panic now overtook the fear.

No movement possible. Only her eyelids moved. Open and then closed.

Darkness.

Pitch black darkness.

She thought she smelled leather.

It was the thing covering her face.

Then another smell crept into her senses.

She could smell this new, acrid scent getting stronger and stronger.

Sssssssssssssssss…

"Aaaaaaghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" The agonizing scream tore from her throat as a searing fire scorched her left buttock, burning the flesh, scaring her naked white ass. Kelli couldn't see what was happening. She could only feel.

And smell.

She could smell burning flesh.

It was her own!

And the pain was intense. More intense than anything she had ever felt in her life.

It was horrible!

She passed out as the hissing sound approached her again, and her right buttock felt the terrible heat sear into her tender white skin.

She awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in her bed.

She was perspiring heavily from the nightmare that had just seemed so real.

Touching her face, their was no leather mask. She could make out the furniture in her bedroom as the morning light crept in through the drawn blinds. Kelli took a deep breath and slowly worked her thighs over the side of the bed. She sat and reflected for a moment before getting up to take her morning shower.

It was so real. Her forbidden fantasy.

She had always wanted a small rose tattoo on her left buttock. But in her dreams, her desires ran even deeper.

She wanted to be branded as a mark of ownership. She wanted a tattoo like no others. In her dreams, the hot iron seared a rose pattern that covered the hillocks of her buttocks. Her became nightmares.

So real.

So painful.

Yet – very exciting.

Kelli felt the dampness between her thighs. She had cum in her sleep!

As she finished applying her makeup she made one final check on her outfit for the day and adjusted the hem of her dress to ride closely with the new satin slip she purchased. The slit on the side showed a nice portion of her well shaped thigh as she took several steps around the room.

Kelli Stroud was the top real estate agent in the San Carmel office of The Henry Company, she had a full slate of listing appointments today and wanted to look her best.

Kelli was often accused of using her incredible beauty to get new home listings, and more than once the accusations went beyond beauty to using her very shapely body to acquire, and beat out other agents in the office for new business.

Kelli stood five foot six.

There wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Her breasts stood out firm, not too large, and not too small. Like the rest of her, they were perfect. Her legs were dynamite and often admired around the office as she wore tasteful, yet exciting clothes that always showed them off to her best advantage.

She seemed taller than she was as she always wore at least a four or five inch high heeled pump, and her flowing blonde hair topped off one very fine specimen of female beauty.

She was the youngest real estate agent to win the coveted President's Award for top production, and at the age of twenty two was now earning over one hundred thousand dollars per year.

Kelli could afford to live in a Spanish style condominium that cost more than the homes that other agents twice her age, were able to afford.

She had it all. Age, looks and money. All that is, except the fulfillment of a deep seated need to love just one special person, and be loved in return.

And the one thing her money had not yet bought her, was the coveted tattoo. She still had to work up the courage.

She had her share of boyfriends through college and there was never a shortage of men to ask her out for dinner and 'other things'. But Kelli Stroud wasn't just looking for a good time, she wanted a deep, intimate relationship.

Like the last one she had.

But on the other hand, she didn't want a new relationship to end up like that one ended, for it had ended on a very sad note.

Annie was Kelli's room mate their senior year at San Diego State. She was a backwards girl from Iowa, and Kelli wondered just how she was able to get as far in life as she did. The girl seemed so naive about everything, and was just barely passing her course work. She fretted constantly over graduation.

Over the year, Kelli and she had grown close as two room mates do, and shared much about their lives.

Annie never shared anything about men.

"You know Annie?" Kelli asked her one evening after a long walk through the campus.

They were sitting on their beds, relaxing prior to getting a good night's sleep.

"I've always been the one it seems to spill my heart out to you about the guys I date. They always come on so strong, and I have yet to find that one special person. But I got to thinking, how come you never date?"

"Oh Kelli, I just never took that much of an interest in boys," Annie answered, playing with her toes as she watched her room mate closely.

Annie may have been backwards and naive, but she had those corn fed wholesome looks, and a great body to match, and had her share of guys try to ask her out.

Kelli even heard rumors in the gym one day that Annie was a closet lesbian.

"Why not?" Kelli continued questioning her room mate.

"I… uh… oh I don't know. I just never seemed to be attracted to them, you know?" the young girl answered.

Kelli got off her bed and took the two steps to her room mates bed. She sat down next to her and softly asked, "Annie?"

"I heard something one day that kind of surprised me, but I never told you about it."

Kelli spoke even softer now. "I've always been curious about, well… you know… uh a woman having a feeling for another woman. Did you ever have those thoughts?"

Annie's eyes filled with tears as she turned to Kelli and blurted out the story of her earlier seduction in high school by her gym teacher.

A woman.

She told Kelli that she found herself so turned on by the experience, that she could never get interested in boys again. That teacher had made her feel things she thought she'd never feel. Both emotionally and physically.

She continued telling Kelli how her first attempt at sex with a man… a boy, really, ended in that young farm hand's fumbling and ineptness at making love to her. Compared to what her gym teacher did for her, she judged all men by that experience. Annie had been a confirmed lesbian ever since.

Kelli, always the experimental type, was fascinated by the idea of making it with another woman, but had not experienced it up to this point in her young life. Sitting so close to her room mate, and feeling a closeness that she had not felt before at Annie's sharing, Kelli could not help but notice how really attractive and pretty Annie was.

She let her left hand rest lightly on Annie's knee as the girl finished her story.