Chapter 41: Melody’s melodies…

Sitting in front of Melody as she held her cello in place with my face completely pink, I gripped the hem of my sweater, and pulled upwards sliding it off my body and revealing my bra. I wasn’t wearing a shirt under my sweater. Melody wasn’t either.

After that, I moved my legs out from under me, and placed them in front, knees up in the air with my feet flat on the ground. I hooked a finger into the edge of my left thigh-high sock and tugged it up over my knee and down to my feet, then off, stretching my toes a little. They were pretty nice, but nowhere near as pretty as Melody’s… so smooth and so tasty…

Following that, I pulled my second sock off, then bundled up the three items and laid them to the side. Finally, I moved onto the last non-undergarment article of clothing, my skirt. I unzipped it and pulled it upwards, over my legs, and back down, over my feet, then added it to the pile.

With my outerwear removed, I took a hesitant glance at Melody, who was staring at me, watching me strip. Her eyes… eek.

I moved my hands to my back and unhooked my bra, taking it off and setting it onto the pile, then reached down to slip out of my panties… and set those off to the side. I was now completely naked in front of a fully clothed Melody, preparing to play cello. You know… she said she would make me ride a Sybian while she played for me. Or she fantasized about it…

I tucked my legs back under me, and placed my hands on my knees, leaving my boobs uncovered, then looked up toward Melody, waiting for her next demand. She smiled.

“All that’s left is something for you to ride.” Melody glanced around her room. “But… I’m not sure there’s anything here. Suggestions?”

What?! Suggestions?! I don’t know! You’re the dom… stupid. Uhh… I took another scan of the room, but found nothing new. The room was just as empty as earlier, with no personality at all, and definitely nothing to ride. Although, there was one room in the house filled with things to ride… but if I suggested that she’d make me go there, wouldn’t she? I can’t walk through this place naked… what if that maid Cindy sees me?! Oh my god, I’d die… right? Yeah, it’d be totally way too embarrassing. Having a stranger see you naked as you search for a sex toy…

…oh, fuck. I really want Cindy to see me. Why stupid body?! Why do you get horny at the dumbest things!? Fuck me… “I… could, uh… go get something from the dungeon.”

Melody smirked. “As much as I like that idea, I think you’ll get lost.”

“Oh…” Yeah… that’s probably true.

Why does that sound kinda hot? Being completely naked and lost in a rich person’s mansion, sneaking around, dashing from room to room, trying to avoid all the maids… because they’d either report you… or “use” you…

What else is there though? There’s nothing in this room, and I’d literally get lost anywhere outside of this room. Is there like a toothbrush or something in the bathroom? That’d hurt though, scraping my insides with rough bristles… yeah that sounds painful, I think. I’ve never tried shoving a toothbrush up there… and I kind of want to now… fucking stupid horny pussy… Still, I doubt that’s what Melody wants me to say, she doesn’t seem like she wants to hurt me right now.

I looked back up at her face, and caught the tray of food as my eyes passed by. Is that what she wants? Are there any long foods in there? The mushy crackers and stuff… won’t work… I could fill myself with grapes? That… why does everything sound so fucking hot?!? The mushy crackers sound hot now! Oh, my fucking god.

Okay, okay. None of the foods will work. Not possible. What else is there? Nothing outside of the bedroom, nothing in the bathroom, nothing in the closet, I think… does Melody have anything? Her cello case doesn’t have anything… she needs to use her bow… although that sounds hot too, shoving a bow up my poor folds… I wanna be turned into Melody’s disgusting little low-quality instrument. She can play me all day.

Do I have anything on me? Well, not on me, but like in my clothes? I think it’s just my phone… spatial storage has keys and a small wallet… I’m seriously lost. What in the world do you want me to shove up my dripping pussy, Melody? “I don’t know…”

Melody chuckled, then took her left hand up from her leg, and wiggled her fingers around… what are you doing? She kept wiggling them until she extended only her index finger… and then she bounced her entire hand up and down…

Oh.

I raised my right hand in front of my face. Yeah. I guess that works. “Umm… my hand?”

Melody nodded. “Spread your legs, and slip it in.”

Blushing, I nodded back, and pushed my legs out from under my body, exposing my lips to the air. Then I brought my right hand, index finger extended, and pushed it inside the warm dripping valley and looked back up. Melody smiled, while I awkwardly held my right hand, unmoving, with my finger shoved up my pussy.

“Now, I haven’t played for like a week, so sorry in advance.” Melody brought her left hand up to the thin black part of the instrument, and placed her fingers down, pressing the strings into the board. After she settled, she brought her right hand up, carrying the bow, and placed it on the string, scratching out a brief note. “Once I start, I want you to bounce up and down with the rhythm, and no stopping until I’m done. Oh, no cumming either.”

I nodded, feeling the arousal soak my hand, and made my posture a little straighter, preparing to… ride myself. After a few seconds of staring off into the distance, Melody brought her line of sight back to me and locked eyes. “This is Cello Suite Number 1 in G minor, Prelude, by Bach. Not that you’ll remember. Be sure to remember not to cum though.”

The moment she finished her speech, Melody played the first low note and I plunged down onto my finger, then slowly raised myself, until the next low note. The song continued its pattern, a low note, then steadily climbing higher, note by note, over and over.

Every time a low note came, I would drop my body back down onto my finger… and Melody was especially expressive, slowing the tempo, then making it faster, holding out some notes… and it felt like I was being denied. I felt like a puppet on a string, obeying her every command, every command given in a gorgeous flowing melody.

While I continued bouncing up and down, I also watched Melody. She was lost in her own thing, she wasn’t watching me, she was looking off into the distance, her eyes darting around. Sometimes she closed them and her body caved inwards, other times it looked like she exploded, her shoulders wide, her right arm all the way out until only the very tip of her bow was on the string, then it would suddenly shift, and her arm would dart back, finishing the phrase, and beginning the next, and I would follow, holding myself above my fingers, denying myself, and suddenly falling back down, squirting juices across my hands.

Melody was completely lost in her melodies, and yet I was still dragged along by her puppeteering, obeying her every gesture, regardless of its relevance, and I kept getting hornier. Before long I felt a climax building, and building, and right as I was getting fearful I wouldn’t be able to hold it in, a chain of notes began, pulling me up into the air… and pulling me up higher, and higher, before a long drawn-out note… that changed everything. The moment her crescendo ended, she was guiding me downwards, each phrase starting on a high note, and sliding down a scale carefully placing me on my fingers, before tugging me back up into the air, only giving me the brief moment of pleasure.

Finally, it changed again, with my pleasure still on edge, the phrases weren’t measures and measures… well they probably still were, but the notes shifted, a low one, and a high one, and a low one, and a high one, and my pace picked up as I leapt up and down as fast as I could, trying to keep up, but my body was tired. I do not have the stamina for this… and I really need to learn how to use my stats.

Regardless, I fought through, and rode the rhythms, as they built and built until finally the end neared, and Melody played a gorgeous chord, holding it out, while I held my sore body over my abused fingers… and held in my orgasm, while she rested her hand back down on her knee, and finally brought her attention back to focus on me as my heavy breaths, no longer drowned out by her music, reverberated through the room.

I felt so denied, but also… not? I didn’t cum, but I heard another side of Melody… melody’s melody. That’s so fun to say. Eek! Melody’s so cute… her blue eyes locked with mine and she smiled while I smiled back.

“How was it?” Melody asked, setting her bow down on the bed behind her, while she brought her cello up onto her lap again. “Do you remember the name?”

“It was awesome…” I replied, bringing my fingers out from under me, and closing my legs back up. “But, no, not at all.”

Melody giggled, pushing in the long stick that came out of the cello, and standing up to put the cello back in its case. “Come sit on the bed, let’s eat a little and have our daily stat discussion.”

I nodded, although Melody couldn’t see it since she was grabbing her bow and putting it back in the case. While she finished strapping everything, I took a seat next to where she sat moments ago, and she joined me, picking up the tray and placing it on her lap so we could have easy access. “Time for you to make a decision.”