Pleasures for power

Monia went to bed that night in her silk pyjama. A woman came to her in her dream, wearing black corset, long black skirt with a long slit and black opera gloves. A large red velvet cloak on her shoulders. The woman was striking.

« Greetings, Monia. I come to you as you appears to be able to channel and provide something I need back in my world. I need your help and would like to propose a trade. » the woman said.

« Who are you? What do you mean? » Monia asked, puzzled and aware she’s dreaming.

« You may refer to me as the Baroness. I realized that your sexual pleasure grants power I need against the Queen where I’m from. In exchange, I shall make any wishes you make in your world come true, provided you wear my chosen vessel when you ask for my favor. »

« Anything…? » Monia wondered.

« Anything and everything your heart desires. » the Baroness emphasized.

« I’ll believe it when I see it, but okay, I’ll try to help you. » Monia agreed.

« Very well, it’s decided. Just a fair warning; the bigger change you want to do, the more « sexual pleasure » I’ll want in exchange. So be careful what you wish for… »

Monia then woke up in the middle of the night. Her nipples were erected and visible through her silk top, and her bottom was a bit soaked from her wet pussy. She got up, removed her pyjama and put it in the laundry basket.

As she walked back to her bed naked, she stopped in front of her floor length mirror, thinking she was going crazy. She looked at her reflection. She was a divorced, 49 years old brunette, 5’4 with small B cup breast. Daily visits to the gym kept her fit and tight, and even if she had some wrinkles around her eyes, she still attracted a lot of attention, even from younger men (and sometimes women) despite her advanced age.

Monia let a hand hover around her hairless pussy, almost giving to tentation when she saw something shine on her chair. She turned on the light and turn around to notice it was a large, black, glossy piece of fabric that wasn’t there when she went to bed. She picked it, looked at it and realized it was a black cloak made of shiny PVC with a high collar. Monia put it on her naked shoulders, and use the small gold chain to hold it in place around her neck. The cool black fabric that touched her back and ass gave her some shivers.

« If you want something… make a wish.. » Monia heard in her head, as a plea.

Monia looked at her reflection in the mirror. The black cloak did give her a small aura of power and eroticism.

« Very well… I wish… my body was young again, but with bigger perfect breasts… »

As soon as the final word left her lips, Monia felt super horny and aroused, her pussy became so hot and wet it needed immediate and intense attention. Monia used one hand to stimulate her clitoris and inserted 2 fingers from the other hand inside her pussy. As she increased her stimulation, the black cloak on her back began to move, as if there was an invisible breeze.

Monia raised a leg and put a foot on her bed, as she finger fucked herself with more vigor, panting and letting small gasps escape her lips. As she began to feel more intenses waves of pleasure, the black cloak moved higher and higher. Yet her orgasm kept escaping her grasp, feeling horny like hell.

Monia fell to her knees, and placing one hand on the floor, she fingered herself passionately, panting and shouting her pleasure. She could feel it. She was near the edge. She was past the point of no return, as the black cloak on her back moved furiously.

Then, finally her orgasm hits her, making her scream and her thighs shake as she climaxed and squirted. Then, the black cloak fell on her body as she savored the receding pleasure and tried to calm herself down and catch her breath.

Monia slowly stood up, using the dresser as leverage since her legs were still shaking. She then looked in the mirror, and couldn’t believe what she saw. Her youth was back, her wrinkles were gone. She looked down and… what she saw took her breath away. Her breasts have grown, perky, perfect D cup. Monia gently pinches her nipples. It sent a small jolt of pleasure down her spine, and made the black cloak move slightly.

She then looked at her face in the mirror, with a sexy smile and a glint of mischief in her eyes, as she became aware of the situation, wondering what she should do next.