Chapter 12: Pearlescent Dreams

( c ) 2022 by Skarlette One

So much of my life had changed since I’d become a Pearl Girl. Since the moment I put on that special string of pearls, nothing was the same. My life as the superheroine Argent was a distant memory; I hadn’t put on the costume in months. My academic integrity as as Alexis Ames, PhD, was hanging by a thread; mostly the thread of drool that hung from my lips as I regularly sucked Dean Dickinson’s cock. My relationship with Yvonne Yates, the woman I loved, was essentially over; we hadn’t met in person since my change. Being a Pearl Girl had brought me more sex with more different people than I’d ever thought possible. Yet, I hadn’t climaxed in weeks, as my sexiest student, Treasure Tartarus, had ordered me to edge but never cum.

Perhaps nothing had changed more than my dreams. Throughout my life, I had rarely remembered my dreams. I knew enough psychology to understand that dreams were merely an offshoot of the brain’s process of transferring information from short-term into long-term memory. They were glitches in the wetware that evaporated upon waking. Nothing to be concerned with.

But in the months since I’d gotten my treasured pearl necklace, I’d found myself having the same dream, over and over. I was standing in front of my university classroom, but instead of being dressed in a professor’s sharp suit or even a Pearl Girl’s flirty dress, I was dressed in my Argent superheroine costume! All my students were dressed beautifully, giggling at my embarrassment. I tried to explain to them why I was dressed this way, to feed them some cover story to protect my secret identity. I opened my mouth, but found I couldn’t speak!

Putting my hand to my throat, I found my treasured pearls safely in place. But in the dream their comforting, entrancing buzzing was even more animated, more intense than in my waking life. They glided across my skin like a living thing. They grew and grew, impossibly long. Coil after coil of pearls looped around my throat, my shoulders, my arms and my chest. Panicked at how quickly these pearls took hold of me, I pulled against their grip with all my superhuman might, straining as hard as I would to lift a tank.

The pearls didn’t budge. They continued looping around my body, coiling around my waist, my hips, and tight between my thighs. I gasped, a sexual craving built up from months without orgasm surging within me. But that burning desire had nowhere to go, I was bound by pearls all around. Desperate, I looked around for an escape.

My eyes found hers. Treasure Tartarus loomed over me, her perfect curves swaying gently to an unheard-song. As beautiful as her body was, it was her eyes that caught me like a deer, that held me tighter than the ropes of pearls. I couldn’t look away from her; she was everything.

I took a step toward my everything and collapsed to the ground. My feet were hopelessly tangled in strings of pearls. Tighter and tighter they pulled, but my eyes never left Mistress Treasure’s supreme gaze.

“Slutty … little … Alexis,” she said in a mocking, singsong voice.

I gasped with joy hearing my own name from her lips. “Mistress Treasure,” I said. Every breath gave the pearls another opportunity to tighten, and they did. Coils pulled my arms back. Coils clamped around my ribs. Coils slithered between my slick, helpless pussy lips. I panted, both from the crushing pressure and the burning arousal.

“Slutty little Alexis wants to cum so bad,” Treasure said, her perfect lips pursed in mock sympathy.

“Yes … Mistress,” I gasped, helpless to stop the irresistible pleasure inflicted on my flesh.

“There are two types of girls, Alexis,” she leaned close, her perfect eyes filling everything. She was so close I could feel her breath on my lips. “Girls who cum … and Pearl Girls. Which are you?”

Stars swirled in her eyes. My clit pulsed against the pearls slithering over it. My every muscle vibrated like a violin string. I could barely whisper, “P-pearl … G-g-girl.”

“Then you’d better wake up before you cum in this dream, slutty little Alexis.”

I gasped awake, my twisted sheet pinning my arms to my confined chest. A pillow lay clamped between my thighs, my hips humping it at super-speed. Every cell of my body screamed for orgasm.

I forced myself to stop moving. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I pushed down that rising climax, choking back the only thing I craved. Some nights, I untangled the sheet. Others, I just tore it to shreds with my super strength. Regardless, I lay in the dark, sweat cooling on my naked skin. Shame at my own frustrated desires coiled in my belly.

Every time I had this dream, Mistress Treasure let me get closer to cumming before she allowed me to wake up. One day, I might not be able to stop myself. A tear rolled down my cheek at the thought of disappointing her.

But I also smiled, my heart brimming with gratitude. Each timed I dreamed, it was another chance to prove to myself just how much of a Pearl Girl I had become.

—To Be Continued…