Femdom Fantasies

by Shallara (c) 2009

In tribute to Lady Julia

Shallara lay back in the salon chair, relaxing as Ariella massaged her damp scalp. She had been letting Ariella do her hair for years now and had developed a close friendship, one that bordered on the intimate. Sensuous, soft fingertips rhythmically massaged her hairline, moving ever so slowly down to her temples. Exotic oriental music played quietly in the background, and she felt herself drifting deeper and deeper. The wild flower scents from the shampoos seemed to overcome her senses, feminine, sensual and exotic.

She barely noticed that Ariella’s voice seemed to be changing. The idle chatter had been replaced by something more focused, more directed. She felt voices in her head leading her through a maze of passages and arches, until she emerged into a sunny courtyard. Somewhere, deep inside, as she continued to drift off, she heard Ariella’s gentle voice urging her to: “sleep for me now”

The private courtyard was surrounded on all sides by sandy colored, flat roofed building. Large arches and deep, shady verandas looked out onto the harsh sunlit area. A crystal clear pool dominated the center of the courtyard, with nubile women playfully splashing each other as they frolicked under the blazing sun. The eunuch, leading Shallara was huge. He had baggy white linen knee length pantaloons, and a broad red cloth sash crossed his chest, covering his pendulous male breasts, before wrapping around his huge waist. A red turban on his head sat on his head, with a large red gem clip holding it together.   He led Shallara to a padded table lying in the shade of exotic broad leafed palms and gently pressed her down and onto her back.

Her dream became even more sensual and erotic as felt herself being prepared for her first night in the harem. Girls wearing bright silks skits and tops massaged her, rubbing oils and lotions into her silky skin. Her nails were cleaned, polished and buffed; exfoliant was applied to her arms and legs and vigorously rubbed of. Her skin felt clean and alive. Her hands and feet tingled, and a deep warmth suffused her breasts. Shallara felt her thighs being gently eased apart, and offered no resistance as she felt a cool, aromatic cream being applied to her pubis before the hair was gently scraped away, for she knew that this was the way of the Sultan’s harem.

But all too soon, it was over. Shallara seemed to snap back to reality as Ariella moved her chair upright and began to blow dry her hair. Ariella’s bubbly chatter had started again, and Shallara struggled to retain fragments of her dream as it started to fade rapidly into the past. Uncomfortable, she squirmed in the chair as she tried to reposition her skirt which seemed to have ridden too high up her thighs.

Not too soon, Shallara had bid Ariella farewell and arrived back in her apartment. She needed to use the bathroom, and her panties were damp and gave off a telling, musty odor. As she undressed in front of the mirror, she admired her spunky new hairstyle. Her blond hair was short and spiky. Ariella had done well! Shallara remembered clearly the instructions she had given her, for she had rehearsed them in her head a number of times. “Ariella, I need a change . I want to look sassy and spunky – like a tomboy! I don’t just want to look good – I want to excite both males and females. Cut what you have to, to make this happen!”

And as Shallara looked at herself in the mirror, slowly peeling off her underwear, a look of bemusement crossed her face, followed by a wide grin. Staring back at her was a freshly shaved pubis, the skin smooth and silky. A temporary tattoo had been rubbed onto the mound; a fresh red rosebud curved it’s way gracefully up to her lower belly. The dream came flooding back to her consciousness, as she once again remembered the gentle scraping, the scent of shaving cream, and the gentle application of soothing oils. A wicked smile flashed across her face. They had an evening of backgammon planned…just wait Ariella, I know how to get you back!

Do you have a case you would like Shallara to treat? If so, drop a short note to Shallara at ymail dot com and let her know what the issue you want dealt with, and what your recommended therapy might be. You might just find it written up on the Femdom Fantasies site !