Show your Lines

“This is the fourth story in the Valerie series. It is intended to stand alone, though her back story will make more sense if you read the first three chapters, Valerie’s Submission, Valerie’s Exploration and Valerie’s Commitment. It is in two parts due to its length.”

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Valerie woke to the sound of Francine screaming from the front room. Groaning at the pain that shot through her cramped muscles, she staggered through the dark into the living room of her apartment where her friend was thrashing on the hide-a-bed, deep in the throes of another nightmare. Fearful that she might hurt herself, Val grabbed Francine’s body and held on until she woke up, receiving several impacts against her already sore back from the sleeping woman’s fists.

Francine jerked awake after a minute in her friend’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Keep him away… Don’t let him hurt me… Please.”

Val whispered, “Was is Harv again?” When her friend nodded, Val tried to reassure her, “He’s not here. He’s not going to hurt you again. It’s all right now.”

Slowly, the sobs eased and Francine relaxed. Tears still flowed, but the intense crying that hurt as much as the original beating had faded. Fear was replaced by grief, grief at the loss of something she could not put into words. She had not told anyone, not even Valerie, but Francine was terrified that she would never be able to trust a man again. She had bared her soul to the man she thought loved her and had been brutally attacked because of it. She was getting through each day by raw will power.

Valerie knew something was wrong deep in her friend’s heart, but until Francine would open up about it, all she could do was to be there every time she cracked. She prayed that her friend would be able to face her demons in the light of day soon. In her dreams, the demons would always win. Val knew she had to allow her friend to open the shutters of her soul at her own pace though.

When Francine let go and laid back down, Val noticed blood seeping through the bandages on her feet. “I’ve got to change your dressings. Your thrashing opened the scabs, I think.”

Val retrieved the dressings the ER nurse had sent with them and carefully pulled the old one off. Thankfully, they did not stick, leaving the scabs in place, doing the important work nature intended for them, She cleaned the feet with warm water, carefully drying them afterwards. Covering the cracks in the scabs with one of the non-stick pads, she wrapped new gauze and taped them into place.

It was only then that she realized that she was still naked. “I guess once you’ve submitted to someone, being naked in front of them is no big deal.” She joked.

Francine looked up as Val was getting up to head to the kitchen and gasped. “Oh my God. What did I do to you?”

Turning back, Val, looking puzzled, said, “Well, if I remember correctly, you whipped my front and back quite thoroughly, dripped wax over every inch of my legs belly and tits, and forced my to lick your cunt.”

“No, your back, there’re bruises on it, deep round bruises.”

“Oh. That must be from where you pounded on me in your nightmare. It was a really bad one this time.”

“Oh Valerie, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. You have to take me home tomorrow. I won’t hurt my best friend.”

Valerie stalked back to the bed and sat down. “Now you listen here dear friend. You did NOT hurt me. I didn’t even know they were there. I know that you would never hurt me, ever. Cause some pain in a scene, yes. Actually hurt me, never. I don’t want to hear any more talk of you leaving. You’re staying and that’s final. Now I’m going to make some chamomile tea so we can both get back to sleep.”

They sipped the tea, relaxing in each other’s presence. The last of Francine’s tension eased away and she fell asleep, hopefully to a more restful sleep. Valerie, seeing that she still had four hours of potential sleep, returned to bed, double checked her alarm and joined her friend in slumber.

In the morning, Valerie was grateful that she had two long sleeve business suits. Without those, she would have to stay home or explain numerous red marks on her arms. Leaving her friend asleep, she drove to work, ready to start another day.

She had a new assignment on her desk when she got there. June had already pulled the necessary paperwork to begin. A client from earlier, Brad’s client, had sent notice refusal to pay, citing the failure of the ad to generate the expected revenues. With Brad no longer with the company, Val had been assigned the job of reviewing the ad and the client’s stated wishes and determine if any action needed to be taken.

Her worst fear was that Brad had actually shafted the client in some way. That would result in a write off or redoing the whole assignment. Given that Brad had been fired for using company funds and resources for personal gain, that was a very real possibility. Working through lunch, Valerie had finally sorted what had and had not happened.

The client, a regional snack food company, had developed a new line of chips, developed to be healthier. They wanted an ad that would tout the healthful benefits and good taste. The ad was a humorous parody of a national beer ad. The ad was scripted, actors hired, filming completed and a series of focus groups scheduled. The response was positive and the ad was released into the regional TV and radio market.

As it happened, sales of the new line had bombed. Not just done poorly in sales. Numerous stores had repeatedly complained that customers had returned the product. It seemed the chips tasted horrible. The line was discontinued at significant loss to the company and its share holders. Val was hard pressed to understand how the taste of the chip was cause to not pay the ad agency. She was missing information, because something didn’t add up.

“June,” she buzzed, “is there anything else from this file that is taking longer to get?”

“No, Ms. Burbon, that’s everything Mr. Swenson had in the file.”

“Would you come in here. I need to run something by you, see if I’m seeing this straight.”

June was in the office in a matter of seconds. Val related her summary of the problem and the information they had available. “Now June, is there anything in the contract Brad set up that makes us responsible for the taste of the chips?”

“No Ms. Burbon. We were only responsible for producing the ad itself. I saw the ad on TV myself. Quite funny actually. Made you want to go out and try it. I also remember the chips. They were horrible. Never did figure out what the strange flavor was. It certainly wasn’t the advertised flavor.”

“Do we have the actual notice of intent sent by the client?”

“I think so. I should be able to get it in a few minutes.”

Three minutes later, Val was reading the notice and caught something that made her throat catch. “As per clause 3 in section VI, paragraph 2, with the failure to notify us that the actors in the ad found the taste of the product unpleasant, we believe that Branford and Gashune are in violation of the contract and hence forth are withholding payment until a contracts court can dispose of the matter.”

“What section VI?”, Valerie said out loud. Looking through the original contract, she saw that there were only five sections. Section VI was a complete mystery. A feeling of impending doom descended upon Val. She buzzed June again.

“June. Get me an appointment with legal, ASAP. Then let the vice president know I’m on my way up and that it’s a potential emergency. Then get down to the courthouse and get the registered copy of the contract. I think our copy is missing a section, one we would never had agreed to.”

“Yes Ms. Burbon.”

Valerie gathered the needed papers and walked briskly to the elevator, headed up five floors to the VP’s office. The secretary there waved her in. Presenting her initial findings to him, he agreed that a potential disaster loomed ahead. June texted her during the meeting with a message that legal could see her in an hour. After getting the copies he needed for the board meeting he was calling, he told her to keep him informed of all developments.

Her meeting with legal was unpleasant. The copy of the contract they had on file had no section VI either. They advised threatening a lawsuit to recover fees and penalties. Val ordered them to prepare the paperwork but hold off on filing until they had a look at the official document filed with the courts.

It only got worse from there. At 4:00, June returned with a photo copy of the original filing. Sure enough, the original had only five sections, but an addendum had been filed two days later, containing the dreaded wording. Having June send another copy to legal for analysis, she called the VP and passed on the bad news. The addendum had been filed, apparently legally, and they may well be in breach of contract. No one knew why the addendum had not been added to the company records, or how such a section came to be agreed to. The whole section had the agency assuming responsibility for numerous things clearly beyond its control.

Several more offices were assigned to investigate the matter, with Val in charge of coordinating. Speed was of the essence. The problem had to be solved before it became public that they were being held for breach of contract. The ad business was cutthroat enough without the agency hanging itself.

With there being nothing else to do until information came in, Val headed home, tense, agitated and a little mad. She stopped to pick up some KFC on the way home, not feeling like cooking tonight. Once home, she saw that Francine was working at her computer.

“I hope your day has gone better than mine, Francine.”

“It hasn’t been bad. What’s wrong?”

“We may be in breach of contract on one of Brad’s accounts. There was a section of the contract that made us responsible for reporting the unpleasant taste of the product.”

“How can the ad agency be responsible for the taste?”

“Not for the taste, but for letting them know that the actors in the ad did not like the taste.”

“That’s stupid. What moron put that into the contract?”

“No one. Someone added the section two days later as an addendum. We don’t know who just yet. When we find out, heads will roll, I’m sure.”

Shutting down her computer, Francine said, “Well, that’s work. Leave it in the office. Let’s sit down, eat some original recipe and veg out in front of the TV.”

While Valerie had trouble relaxing, Francine eventually convinced her to stop worrying. They did nothing of importance that night and both slept through the night. The next day, information came in from all fronts, keeping Val busy all day. There was no one in the company who had any idea that the section VI even existed, let alone authorize it. The signature on the addendum was the president’s, but records indicate that he was out of the state at the time it was signed and filed, speaking to forgery. That would not get them off the hook, since a forgery by an agency representative would leave the company still responsible. The day ended on a bad note as legal and publicity got into a shouting match about how to deal with the issue. Valerie had to put her foot down and instruct both divisions to take no action until Monday, providing the whole disaster stayed secret for now.

Thursday night was another one spent trying to wind down with Francine giving a back rub. It didn’t help that Val was thinking about Friday and getting horny. Knowing she had orders to not orgasm only added to her frustration, in an entirely different way. It took Val over an hour to fall asleep, leaving her exhausted in the morning. She got ready for work in a daze, not even thinking about where she would need to go that night. He left the house with none of the items she was told to have when she arrived at Charles’ at 7:00.

Friday at work was more of the same. The investigations had come to a dead end. No one cold find out how this had happened. The president’s signature was not a forgery, leaving an open question of how he had signed a document that was 1200 miles from him at the time he signed it. At 4:30, she had to personally brief the president on the situation. To say he was unhappy was an understatement. While he was not mad at her, she was the victim of his wrath, being the person there. By the time she left his office at 6:00, she realized that she would never make it to Charles’ on time.

Back at her office, June showed her a package, “This came by special courier Ms. Burbon. It doesn’t say who its from.”

Valerie recognized the handwriting on the package. Francine’s graceful script read “open immediately. Time sensitive materials enclosed.” In her office, she opened the package, she breathed a sign of relief. The box contained her collar, cuffs, the yellow sundress and her raincoat. She quickly called a cab, arranging to be picked up in 15 minutes. She rushed to the restroom two floors down, changed into the dress, sans underwear, and coat, putting the rest of her clothes in the box.

15 minutes later she was in the cab, heading to Charles’ mansion. During the half hour drive, she allowed herself to start thinking about the upcoming weekend. What would happen? Was she ready for a full weekend, 48 hours of total submission? Her arousal began to build. He cab arrived at 7:55. She paid him double to deliver the box back to her apartment and walked up to the front door. Looking around, she could see no one. She stripped the dress off, put her collar and cuffs on and locked her hands behind her back. As she knelt, she cold hear a clock inside striking seven. “Just in time.” She thought.

No one came out until the clock inside struck the half hour. Kneeling in the open, naked and bound for 30 minutes had Valerie dripping and breathing hard. She was feeling concerned when the door opened and Sally looked down at her. “Very good, slave. You were on time and you did not break position while you waited. Now, masturbate yourself.” She ordered, releasing her hands from behind her back.

Blushing Valerie reached down between her legs with one hand and played with her nipples with the other. Her already aroused body responded quickly. She moaned uncontrollably, stroking her pussy lips and pinching her nipples. Her clit begged for touch and her cunt was aching for penetration. She held off, knowing she had no permission to cum and not wanting to risk disobedience.

Sally took that safety net away from her. “Fuck yourself with your hand, rub your clit. I want to see you even hotter than you are now.”

“Mistress, may I cum, please?”

“Of course not. You haven’t earned a cum yet.”

Valerie’s fingers reached into her pussy and wriggled inside, sending her arousal even higher. Her other hand left her tits and rubbed her clit, sending waves of excitement through her. As she worked closer and closer to a climax, her breathing became ragged, her senses frayed from trying to bring herself off without climaxing.

“Mistress, please. Let me stop. I can’t keep from cumming much longer. Please let me stop”

“You would deny yourself a cum, when you’re so close? Is that what you want?”

“Yes Mistress. I want to deny myself. I want to be obedient. I don’t want to displease my Master.”

“Even if I told you that there will be no more opportunities to cum all weekend?”

“Yes Mistress, even if I never cum again. Please don’t let me disobey my Master.”

“Stop slave!”

Valerie yanked her hands away, seconds before the point of no return. Thrusting her hands behind her, she cried out in frustration. So close to orgasm and she stopped. She could not believe that she had begged to be denied an orgasm. At the same time, she felt joyous that she had obeyed her orders. She did not want to displease her Master. Making him happy was the reason she was here.

With her breath caught, she whispered, “Thank you Mistress, Thank you.” On impulse, she bent over and kissed sally’s feet several times.

Sally crouched and rubber Val’s hair. “You’re welcome. You realize that I wanted you to cum. You disappointed me and I will punish you for that sometime tonight. You made the better decision, but you still disappointed me.”

“I’m sorry Mistress. I don’t want to displease you either. Please teach me to be a better slave.”

“That’s why you’re here.” Taking the leash, she ordered, “Stay on all fours and come with me. Master is waiting”

Sally led Valerie through the house to the lounge where Val had submitted to Charles before. As they rounded the corner, Valerie gasped. There were perhaps two dozen people in the lounge, all looking at her. The submissive had only thought she was embarrassed earlier. As she took in the sight, her entire body blushed, her vision swimming at the sight of 40 plus eyes all staring at her naked form crawling on all fours until she was before Charles himself. Sally handed Charles the leash.

“I am pleased that you were prompt and that you remained obedient to my orders. The people you see in this room are all the members of my household. Some are players like yourself. Most are simply employees, the people who keep the house running smoothly and efficiently. All are hired with the understanding that they will encounter sexual kinkiness during the course of their duties. They have no onus to participate, and in fact none of the regular staff will participate in any of the sexual games we will play together. Understand, however, while you are in submission, you are in submission to the entire household. The staff have permission to put you to work assisting them in their duties. Such orders from them are also as if they came from me. Do you understand?”

Charles saw that Valerie was breathing hard, coming to grips with this new information. He was pleased to see that her arousal was not diminishing with this shock. For Valerie, this introduction was shocking, yet tantalizing. She had never considered that submission would include things entirely non-sexual. She found it incredibly embarrassing to think of herself on her hands and knees, naked, cleaning a toilet or setting a table for dinner. Yet she grasped that such activities would make submitting even more real. “Yes Master. Everyone here has power over me and can instruct me to perform any duties they see fit.”

‘Good. Now we have a little getting to know YOU ritual we do with new submissives.” Sally and Herman were doing something to the rug behind her. Charles pulled a blindfold out of his back pocket and fastened it around her head. Taking the leash, he led her back about ten feet. Hands grasped her wrists and ankles and gently moved them onto a section of hardwood floor. She felt something metal next to each limb. All four of her cuffs were locked around the metal items. Lifting lightly, she found that she could not lift the snap rings off the metal items (eye bolts it turned out).

“Any of the staff that wishes can come and ‘acquaint’ themselves with your body, using only their hands. Remember that you cannot cum.”

Valerie gasped at the thought of all these people having unfettered access of her body. Unable to see, she was unaware that only seven people remained in the room and started to touch her. Other than Charles, all seven were dressed in apparel that made it clear they were scene players. At first, they came forward and briefly touched her back or arms, as someone not interested in sex might do. Her hair was brushed by several hands. One tickled her feet for almost a minute, sending Val into a bout of uncontrollable laughter.

From that point, the contacts became more overtly dominating. Her nipples were pinched repeatedly. A finger was inserted into her mouth and moved sensuously in and out as if it was fucking her. Her buttocks were caressed. Valerie began to moan, fearing and craving the touches. She wanted more, but was afraid that she would panic at what would come. A hand slapped one of her asscheeks and she yelped. A finger probed her butt crack, barely not penetrating her sphincter. She began to tremble and breath in quick shallow gasps. Fearful of hyperventilating, she forced herself to take deep breaths and hold them.

Gail could just about see over to where Mistress Rebekah sat. She sat on the edge of her seat intently watching the spectacle before her, as she casually swung her crop in her right hand. Gail felt Jenny’s tongue dancing over her pussy, inside and out, her tongue playing with her clit and even round to her tight puckered asshole.

“You like this don’t you whore?” Jenny said between licks.

“Yes Mistress”, Gail said breathlessly.

“Good now you can show me how good you are”, Jenny replied. Jenny stepped back and lifted her skirt up round her waist to expose her equally shaven pussy. Jenny sat on a bench and pulled it up to under Gail’s head before sitting on legs open and sliding her pussy up to Gail’s lips. Gail started to lick and suck at Jenny’s soft lips, licking up over her clit and sliding her tongue as deep as possible inside her warm wet hole. She could feel Jenny’s pussy convulsing as she licked and sucked more and more taking her lips between her teeth and biting softly. Gail hadn’t noticed but Mistress Rebekah had come to stand next right next to the couple.

“You are a good slut Jenny”, Mistress Rebekah said quietly, “You may cum now”.

Jenny let out a huge scream; her whole body shaking as Gail felt warm liquid start to trickle down into her mouth. Gail was forced to drink the juices down or she would have choked. Once finished Jenny sat back up, stood in front of Mistress Rebekah and bowed her head. Mistress Rebekah put her hand on her head, “good girl, go and sit in my chair I will be there shortly.” Gail then saw Mistress Rebekah turn and look at her; she was still fastened to the wall and had been rotated upside-down. Mistress Rebekah ran her leather-clad hand over Gail’s thigh and up to her pussy. She dipped a finger inside her, withdrew it looking at the wetness on her glove and smiled before extending her hand to Gail’s mouth. Gail opened her mouth and licked and sucked on Mistress Rebekah’s finger much to Mistress Rebekah’s amusement.

“Flip her back”, Mistress Rebekah commanded stepping back to a safe distance.

Gail felt herself rotating again and returned to upright, she felt quite light-headed after being upside down for quite a while and it felt quite good if not a little dizzy. Mistress Rebekah clicked her fingers and the four men sat by her throne stood up and marched down to her, lining up just behind her, heads bowed. Gail quickly glanced at them - they were all dark haired, well built and very attractive. The most obvious thing about them was their complete lack of clothes. Mistress Rebekah turned to face them; she stood in front of the first one and did something. Gail couldn’t see as Mistress Rebekah was obscuring her view. She then moved onto the next and then the next, the difference was obvious once she had moved as they were left with big hard erections in place of the smaller flaccid cocks they had before. Gail was surprised how easily Mistress Rebekah had made them so big and hard. Mistress Rebekah turned back to face Gail, “show this bitch how much of a whore she is”, Mistress Rebekah said before turning to the right and stepping out of the way.

The first man stepped forward; he took his now sizeable cock in his hand and proceeded to slide it inside Gail. Gail had never taken a cock this big before and had to once again bite her lip to stop herself screaming out as he thrust up into her pussy. Completely restrained Gail could do nothing but let this man pound into her, he kept pounding for at least five minutes before looking over to Mistress Rebekah who nodded, he thrust one more time before emptying his cum into Gail’s abused pussy. Gail couldn’t help but let out a little moan under her breath as she shuddered in ecstasy. The man removed himself and stood back in line only to be replaced by the next man. He did the same looking over to Mistress Rebekah before emptying himself into Gail. Then the next, then the next. After all four men had finished Gail left shaking in ecstasy, she could feel the cum seeping from her now full pussy and sliding down the inside of her legs, this made her shake more.

Gail closed her eyes trying to contain her overwhelming urge to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She hardly noticed the hand resting on her shoulder and the soft voice whispering into her ear.

“Gail you have done well”, said the voice, “I am pleased with you”, she said again, “you may now cum”.

Instantly on hearing these words Gail came, her body shook all over wrestling with the restraints as her pussy contracted over and over, her breasts on fire as she felt all the blood in her body shoot into her clitoris and her swollen pussy lips.

Exhausted she lost her footing and slumped against the wall, her hands and legs still restrained she just hung there. Gail felt weak from her experience, she felt blind and deaf. She could however feel hand all over her, every touch felt like a thousand touches and ever finger felt like a hand. She felt herself being lifted out of her restraints and being placed carefully down on the soft padded mat. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Gail woke with a start, she was at home, she stood up and looked around, her computer curser was blinking on the screen, “Step 2″ it said. She looked in the mirror to see she was still dressed in her leather skirt and corset and boots.

“My God”, she said aloud, “what do I do next?”

“Thank you Mistress.” She replies, happy she was able to satisfy her.

“Now for your reward my pet. Look at his cock, my cock. You want it don’t you? I know you are not fond of cock, but you want this one don’t you? Yes you do. This cock served me very well last night, and it will not disappoint. Nor will you disappoint me, wont you my pretty? You are going to take that cock good for me.” She orders her slave.

“Yes Mistress.” She obeys.

I watch in sheer delight as Ash crawls her way to me, arms still bound behind her, leash gripped tightly in Mistress’ hand, leading her like dog to water. She raises one foot up and steps into Ash’s back, forcing her head down into my crotch, but stopping her with the leash just before her face crashes down into my shaft. Her mouth opens as if wanting to take my cock immediately into her grasp, but the length of her leash finds her just out of reach. “Ah, ah ah.” Mistress says. “I didn’t hear you ask for it.”

“Please Mistress, let me suck his cock.” Ash whimpers.

Mistress’ gaze turns to me, her glare burning a hole right through me. “Do you want her to suck your cock? My cock? Do you want my slave to fuck you with her mouth? Let me hear you say it now.” She commands me.

“Yes Mistress, please, please let her suck my cock Mistress.” I beg of her.

He grip loosens on the leash and Ash’s head lunges forward. Her mouth opens like clockwork and my cock impales her throat. A gasp of air lets out of her as she releases my cock briefly, then letting her lips clamp down around my flesh as I feel her tongue press into the underside of my cock. Her head starts to bob, not wasting any time in blowing me, after all, Mistress said to suck my cock, not tease it.

I watch in utter delight as her head rides my cock, succulent popping sounds echo in the room as she releases my dick briefly, letting it fall wet and throbbing onto my belly. Expertly she scoops it back up in her lips, without her hands, as she continues to eat it with an animalistic hunger only seen once before, the night before. Faster her head fucks me, I watch as Mistress rises to straddle her blonde slave, sitting on her back with her reigns in hand, tugging gently to the side to watch Ash’s lips clamp on my cock from the sides, one half of a blowjob sandwich as she slides her lips up and down along my length.

Mistress begins to grind against Ash’s back, her pussy sliding wet and easy across her bare back. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as I feel my balls begin to tense. Ash can feel me throb harder in her oral grasp as she releases me, sinks her head yet lower, and takes a solitary swelling ball into her mouth, suckling gently, rolling it between lip and tongue. Not able to take it I open my mouth and let out a loud groan of pleasure, met swiftly with a harsh lash from Mistress’ whip across my chest. I wince in both pleasure and pain and apologize.

My eyes open to see our Mistress grinning wickedly, pushing Ash’s head back down onto me from looking up to see what happened. Dragging her tongue back up along my sac, Ash takes my cock back into her mouth, appeasing her hunger once more. If this woman didn’t hunger for cock until now, it is amazing as to why not, as she pleases a cock better than anything ever experienced. I strain to keep my eyes open to watch her do me, feeling an orgasm mounting within me, boiling over, almost to the point of exploding. Ash can sense this, she can feel my cock throb harder, my balls stiffen, my body begins to convulse. Swiftly her head is jerked back off me, my cock glistening with her saliva, throbbing in the open cool air, as Mistress’ voice rings out “NO cum.”

I grunt my disapproval, as does Ash, but we are forced to comply, no cum. Mistress dismounts her slave, patting her behind approvingly at the fine job she did on me. I gaze at them, chest heaving, and breaths coming in ragged spurts, watching as Mistress undoes Ash’s binds from behind her, and reties them in front of her. She lifts Ash up from her kneeling position, guiding her to stand over me, legs poised on either side of my hips. I stare up and the beautiful snatch glistening before my eyes, my hunger returns. Mistress walks around behind her, placing a plump pillow between my legs, and guides Ash down back onto it. I stare down my body at Ash’s pretty pussy, just inches from my hard on, her legs spread eagle on the sides of mine.

Mistress makes her way to the head of the bed, lying down next to me; she now dons a long crop in place of her whip, padded at the end by a soft tuft of feathers. She snuggles up next to me running the crop up my body, stopping when reaching my nipple and raising the crop to snap down onto it. I wince, and struggle in my restraints. I look to her as she smiles deviously at me. She runs the crop over my lips slowly after punishing my nipples a few more times, and then brings it down my body once more to prod at Ash’s exposed pussy. Flitting over her lips, gently brushing up against her labia, then spanking it against her thigh briefly.

“Love, fuck yourself for us. We are going to watch.” Mistress hisses at her slave.

“You want to watch her fuck herself don’t you cock? Let us watch her do it for us.”

“Yes Mistress.” We state in unison.

We watch in delight as Ash brings both her hands between her legs, her ass propped up to give us a perfect view of her fingers encircling her hole. Mistress trails the tip of the crop over her hands as her fingers part her lips, revealing her shiny wet hole to us, Mistress moans in approval at this sight. My cock throbs and twitches as Ash’s fingers slide into herself. A whisper of “fuck” escapes my lips, and instantaneously Mistress hand is clasped over my chin, “Silence.” She commands.

One apology later we are both watching Ash’s fingers drive in and out of her, one at a time, then two. Her bound wrists flicking and jerking her fingers into her, wetter and easier with each prodding thrust. Mistress moans her approval as she drops her crop, and replaces it with my cock. Her fingers wrap tightly around me as she moans in delight. Her eyes fixed on her slave fucking herself as her wrist starts to churn, milking my still wet cock in her grip.

Mistress then addresses both of us now with her rants, telling me how my cock must be yearning to fuck that pussy before my eyes, how bad it must want to explode with abandon into her. She talks to Ash as well, asking her how she must want my cock inside of her instead of her weak fingers, to have my cock fill her, to throb inside her, and eventually fill her with my seed. Allowed to answer we both groan positively, then sigh dejectedly as we are denied that by our Mistress. Instead she tells her to keep fucking that pussy as she is, but do not cum. She continues as she orders her slave to pleasure herself, to stroke my cock, rubbing the precum oozing from my tip into my burning flesh.

As Ash continues to fuck herself, now apparently allowed to moan as her sighs fill the room, I watch as Mistress slides over me, taking a tender nipple into her teeth. Biting hard into my nub as her tongue flicks at the erect tip. Teasing, yet pleasing my nipples, I watch as she dons the crop once more in her other hand and works the handle down between her legs. She continues to orally please my chest as she tweaks the handle of the crop into her own pussy, moaning and sighing all the while. Ash lifts her head to watch, meeting my gaze briefly, as both our eyes drift to our Mistress fucking herself with her tool. Over and over she teases us with her moans, her words of filth mocking us as she brings herself to yet another climax. Her body shuddering against mine as she cries out, flooding the crop with her nectars.

She brings the handle out and poises her face in front of mine, teasingly sucking herself off the handle, inching it closer to my own lips. “Taste with me cock.” She beckons, allowing me to taste my Mistress for the first time. My tongue lashes out to lick the juice covered handle, melding with her own tongue as we lick her orgasm off the crop tenderly. We hear Ash begin to whimper, neglected, but still in the throes of her own passion. Swiftly Mistress swings around and demands she not make herself cum. Despair painted on her face, Ash nods in acknowledgement.

Brought to the brink of orgasm twice, and twice denied, both Ash and I are exhausted. Mistress can see this and grants us one indulgence. She walks to the nightstand and retrieves a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, she brings it to my mouth, letting it flow slowly onto my outstretched tongue. One swallow I take as I watch Mistress pour it out onto my body. I shiver at the cold, as the water streams down my chest, over my already erect nipples, and pooling at my waist. She then slithers over to Ash, still on her back, and I watch as she pours more of it into her begging mouth, and much like me, gets the remainder poured onto her body.

Sternly, Mistress tosses the spent bottle to the floor, and reprimands us. “Look at the mess you two made!” She barks. “Now who is going to clean this up?

Speechless at this swing of her mood, neither I nor Ash had thought her capable of being this dominant. We stare dumbfounded at each other, not able to find the words to respond. “I guess if I want it done right, Ill have to do it myself.” Mistress hisses.

We sit there as Mistress stands, undoing the strands of leather binding her top together. One by one she streams the thin straps through riveted holes in each side of her bustier, seductively letting each strand fall away from her body. She sways to imaginary music as she runs her fingers up the center of her body, tracing faint lines of where the top was cinched into her skin. Slowly she pulls aside the shiny material, revealing to us her luscious breasts, her hands running circles around the sensuous curves along the underside of her breasts, slowly trailing her slender fingers over her erecting nipples.

Mistress struts over to Ash, kneeling down beside her, scanning her domineering eyes over her soaked body. Mistress shakes her head at her sloppy slave, and lowers her head to her body, her long slender tongue extending, to taste the water gathered in pools across her frame. After a bit of teasing licks, Mistress straddles ash lightly, I watch as she takes both her exposed breasts in her hands, cupping them together, and lowering them to her slave’s damp skin. Slowly she runs her tits over the water, mixing the water into her skin, her nipples. Over and over she strokes her breasts over the wetness of Ash’s body, soft sighs leaving Mistress’ lips, her nipples scorching and throbbing as she spreads the water we are being blamed for spilling over the remainder of her body.

Ash’s body now coated with water, spread nicely over her silky skin by Mistress’ succulent breasts. Ash propped up on her elbows as she watches Mistress straddled over her, hold her dripping breasts together, gazing down at them, then looking up to Ash, “Now love, its your turn to clean me up.” She orders, inching her way towards her face, breasts still in hand.

Ash smiles as she inches her head forward, a smile gracing her face as her lips meets the pert nipples of Mistress’ tits. Her mouth opening wide, taking a full breast in her oral grasp, tongue flitting about and licking up the water rolling over the facet of her breast. Feverishly she laps at her tit, Mistress moaning and praising her pretty little slut for cleaning her Mistress good. He body shifts to give her slave access to cleanse the other breast, and her moans and words of praise only intensifies. I shift in my restraints at this teasing show, watching my fellow slave lick hungrily at her Mistress, and our Mistress sitting upon Ash’s belly, grinding her pussy into her mount slowly, as her breasts are pleasured and cleaned.

Mistress climbs of off her blonde love slave, and turns her body to me, making her way to me. She slips her legs over mine and sinks to her knees once again. Her eyes lowered, glowing with a desire on a higher level, her dark lashes masking her deep blue eyes, locked to mine as she crawls her way over my body. Her tongue extends, lapping at the pool of water formed along my waistline. I watch as she switches briefly, playing the part of the slave as she perches on all fours, licking the water off my body. She smiles wickedly as she watches my cock twitch as her tongue bathes me, her tits dangling nicely and resting on my thighs as she laps up the last of the water. Further up my body now she slinks, her breasts dragging over my legs, my waist, and I cannot help but shudder as her tits graze over my cock.

Her face now hovers in front of mine; she straddled over my hips, her pussy just inches from my seeking head. Mistress looks down at me, her face slightly higher than mine, her lips floating just inches from mine, her breath warm, sweet as it washes over me, chilling and soothing. She opens her mouth, tongue easing out slightly, then back in to speak to me. “You liked watching me on my knees for a change I’ll bet. Liked watching me play the pet for a bit?” She whispers.

“No Mistress. It did not suit you.” I respond, hoping she does not take notice of my lie. But that was not to be.

“You lie.” Her voice firms. “You did like degrading me didn’t you? You liked watching me play the slut didn’t you? Well things are back to normal now, and you’re going to be punished for lying to me, cock.” She hisses.

Mistress bounds off of me. She slinks to Ash and helps her up, leading her to the head of the bed and laying her down next to me. I look over to her as she floats down beside me, her hands still bound in front of her. She looks to me as if to apologize for our situation, but we both know this is as fun for us as it is for her. She lies down, her body soft and silky as it rubs up against mine. We watch as Mistress stands at our feet, pacing diligently, as if sizing up her prey, deciding what move to make next. Her eyes fall upon me, and stare me down, pointing to me, she tells me that she has decided on my punishment, and given the circumstances, it was possibly the worst thing she could do.

“I know how you will be punished, cock. You’re going to fuck me; I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to ride my cock till my hearts content, till my pussy washes your cock with my juices.” She says, her fingers running up her slit to ready herself, and just as she notices a relieved smile break upon my face, she delivers the actual punishment, “But I am still not going to let you cum.”

This order from her makes me more frustrated than ever, brought to the brink of orgasm twice already, and now being told my cock is going in to her, and yet I cannot grace my Mistress with my gift makes my blood boil hotter than lava. I watch in a mixture of anticipation and despair as she straddles over my legs, lowers her moist pussy nearer to my erection, her fingers slipping her folds apart, revealing her moist, pierced pussy, lowering closer still, her grin mocking me as she stares me down, opening her mouth in enjoyment as my head presses into her hole. Lower still her hips drop, I am inside her now, and I grunt at the warmth of her pussy enveloping me in heat. She lets out a soft sigh of pleasure as she comes to rest on my thighs, my cock buried deep inside her.

Mistress begins to grind leisurely, letting her pussy feel my cock brush against every inch of her velvet box. Her hands run up her body, cupping her breasts once more, still damp from the cleansing earlier, and her nipples still pert as ever. She rolls her tender nubs through her fingers as her pace on me quickens, her thighs rubbing against mine like a flint igniting a flame. Her hands run up through her hair, bunching it over her head as her head rocks in circles, mimicking the circular movement of her hips on me.

Fucking me faster now, slight grinds, mixed in with rising and falling, Mistress rides her cock with more heat by the minute, her moans fierce, forceful as her pussy maintains a relentless assault on my cock. She looks down at Ash, watching intently as her Mistress pleases herself with her cock, snapping her fingers in front her face to coax her from her erotic trance. “Tease him, my love.” She orders her.

Ash nods her confirmation and looks me in the eye with a desirable hunger. Her bound arms drape over my neck, holding me in an imprisoned embrace, her head nears me, as her lips part slightly, grazing over my neck, planting soft pecks along it. Her hands press deftly into the back of my neck as her head slithers down, teasingly grazing her lips over my chest, my nipples, the sensations overwhelming, erotic beyond belief. I watch as her blonde locks cascade onto my heaving chest, sizzling at her touch, as her mouth engulfs my nipple, nibbling, licking, and suckling, launching me soaring into heaven.

“That’s it love, you feel his muscles tense in your possession don’t you? Feel his nipples throb in your mouth.” Mistress hisses, furthering her wild ride atop me by bouncing yet higher.

Muffled moans of delight fill the space in front of me as I hear Ash sigh onto my flesh. Occasionally turning her head back to watch her Mistress continues to ride her cock. My mind is about to explode, trying desperately to please my Mistress by not cumming. Straining, I grunt, tensing my legs and my cock to try to hold back a climax. Mistress leans down, her body flush with mine as she takes a lonely nipple into her lips. Mistress on one, Ash on the other, I groan louder, getting ready to beg her for release. “Please Mistress, I’m so close, please let me cum.” I beseech.

Almost instantly, her movements on me stop, and her pussy muscles release me. Her hand reaches for Ash’s hair and pulls her head off of me. “Our little cock wants to cum my love, but he should know better shouldn’t he?” She growls, punishing me ever further by climbing off me, my sopping cock slipping out of her and sloppily falling onto my belly.

“Clean me off of him love.” She orders Ash, as she swiftly slides down the bed to take my cock in her mouth once again. “But be careful, he may try to cum, do not let him.”

Swiftly Ash takes my cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily, with more passion than before. Her head twisting and churning as her lips slide over my length, up and down her head bobs, her tongue pressing hard into me as she does her best to clean her Mistress off of my cock. It seemed as if she was blowing me for an eternity, but in reality only a few minutes had passed, and I realize this as the urge to explode returns ten fold. I start to groan, body going rigid yet again, and my eyes clench shut, and then I am snapped from my climactic trance from a loud smack, as Ash’s lips release me hard, the actual smack came from Mistress’ hand against Ash’s ass.

“Now my love, fuck me, eat me, and make your Mistress cum again.” She orders as she assumes a very odd position. Mistress climbs atop me once more, in a reverse cowgirl position her hands come down on either side of my body her ass planted firmly on me, pussy just above my cock, which rests against her dripping slit. She leans back, her head nestled in the crook of my neck as her head wiggles into position. Although I cannot see it, she glares at Ash, beckoning her to begin her assignment. As Ash crawls into position, Mistress cocks her head back, her dark eyes glaring into mine and with a wicked grin, runs her tongue over her lips, and turns her head back to watch her slave go to work.

The frustration of being bound all this time has taken its toll, my arms tired, and I am in desperate need of a stretch. But the events before me make me forget my predicament once more. Ash on all fours crept between our legs, a succulent pussy, and a tempting cock before her face. Torn between her choices, she does what her Mistress asks, draws her face nearer to her pussy and begins her feast. Her tongue sliding up and over her slit, parting her pink lips, and tasting the sweet flavor of her Mistress’ pussy. Heated and hungry Ash relentlessly devours this pussy, Mistress is pleased and her body shows it. Grinding hard atop me, her slender frame writhing and melding with mine, her moans coming in full volume as Ash begins to use her bound hands on her, fingers driving inside her, coaxing out the nectars of desire longing to be released for some time.

Mistress’ hips begin to buck, pressing down hard into me with each convulsion, Ash’s fingers still buried deep within her, wrist twitching and fucking her like she wanted to be as her body succumbs to the pleasurable feel of her orgasm. Her head tossed back, nestled into my neck once more as I listen to her moan and cry as her climax pushes forth. I try to lean my head in to lick her, to taste her, to share in her experience, but she is just out of reach, frustration washes over me once more.

“So fucking good love, more.” She hisses through heated breaths at Ash.

Ash one step ahead, never relented her assault on her Mistress, replacing her fingers with her tongue once more, she continues to eat her pussy with an erotic hunger unrivaled. Muffled moans from Ash echo into her Mistress, harmonious with Mistress’ own cries of pleasure. Ash then gets bold, sneaking her hands back between her legs, and rubbing her own juices over her fingers, she brings them back up to us, but not to lube pussy, to lube a cock. Her fingers wrap around my engorged shaft once more, stroking me softly, tenderly, as she resumes her feast. I try to look down, thinking I caught a glimpse of a wicked grin on Ash’s face, before my head sinks back to the headboard in exhaustion.

Mistress climbs to yet another earth shaking orgasm, as her body spasms violently atop me, her moans drowning out any audible noise in the room. I had hoped this orgasm would shake her world for longer, long enough for Ash to sneak me an orgasm, that she would stroke me off to a secret explosion that I would have a very hard time to conceal, but have yearned for it for so long now. But just as I was about to release, Mistress’ climax subsides and she slides slickly off of me. Her body slumps in a heap of spent passion beside me, her breathing labored as I glance to Ash, wiping slick, shiny fluid from her lips. Taken over by animalistic urges, a sexual hunger that seems to have possessed her, she dives back down, not paying any attention to Mistress, or her orders.

Her mouth engulfs my cock, head twisting and turning, I stifle a groan. Slurping and sucking, her lips tighten and loosen around me as she takes more and more of me down. Ash has yet to experience and orgasm too, and now it’s beginning to show. She blows me with a passion, heated and intense, head bobbing and twisting faster and faster.

Each release of my cock flows more and more saliva onto me, one of the wettest blowjobs ever given, Ash impales her mouth with me. Her eyes lock to me as she mouth fucks me, eyes blazing with an extreme passion burning hotter than the flames of purgatory. Her mouth releases my soaked cock, her hand then grasps me, jerking me violently as she slurps up the dribbles of spit hanging from her lips. My eyes shut in delight, feeling my orgasm reaching a boil once more, and thinking that the time has come, a forbidden orgasm about to be unleashed. Then it all stops.

I open my eyes to see Ash crawling backwards, cowering in fear as Mistress has regained her composure from her climax. She stands beside the bed, hands planted firmly upon her sculpted hips. Her eyes lowered, burning with a furious glare. Ash curls up on the corner of the bed as Mistress expresses her disappointment to her. “Shame on you slut. So hungry for cock, that you disobey me? Such a slut, that you’d take his cock without asking, without my permission? If you want to be such a whore, I will make you that whore.” She reprimands.

Her punishment? She is to switch places with me. I am finally going to be free from my confines, released from my binds. I watch as Ash kneels in the corner of the bed, head lowered in shame, as Mistress floats from one side of the bed to the other, undoing the fastens that bind me to the bed. As limb after limb falls weakly to the bed, I can feel my blood coursing through my extremities once again, feeling more and more alive by the second.

“Stand up.” Mistress commands, as I stumble off the bed and stretch myself out. I look on as Ash is guided to the same spot I was just occupying. Laid out on her back, her freedom slowly taken from her as Mistress secures her in place with the same leather restraints so familiar to me. Ash watches as cuff after cuff is tightened down around her joints, and once all are in place, I look at her try to move, struggling in her new prison.

She looks at me, and I almost feel sorry for her, but I am free now, free to move, free to roam. Until the form of my Mistress appears in front of me, and instantly my hands are bound at the wrist, cuffed in front of me with soft leather restraints. I look up to her face a she brushes her hair aside, smiles coyly, and leads me to the bed. Ash and I have just traded places.

Mistress paces around the bed, strutting slowly and eyeing down her new captive, sizing her up, trying to decide her fate. She stops at the foot of the bed, steps up onto it and struts over her, standing above her, legs spread, giving Ash a clear view of Mistress’ pussy.

She looks back at me and beckons me onto the bed with a crook of her finger, I oblige, and kneeling behind her, between Ash’s spread legs. I sit patiently awaiting my next order as I watch Mistress lower herself onto her prisoner’s body, mounting her, pussies against one another, bodies melded together like a sculpture of Greek erotica. Then Mistress deals out her punishment.

“My slut, you wanted his cock so bad, wanted to feel him, wanted to taste him, and look where it got you. You poor little whore. Now you’re going to have to watch, agonizingly, as his cock is so close to you, so near you can almost feel it inside you, yet, it is going to be inside me.” She teases her, Ash’s whimpers of regret sounding out past Mistress’ voice.

Mistress turns back to face me, eyes blazing with hunger, as she orders me to fuck her, to mount her from behind and fuck her good, to make Ash regret her choice. I nod my understanding, and crawl my way up to her. Taking my ever rigid cock in hand, guiding the tip to her hole, stroking it up and down her slit, fiercely she barks out to not tease her, to just fuck her, I oblige diligently, and ease my cock into her. Her pussy opens up to greet me, muscles seizing my cock the instant it is in her. She backs into me, urging my cock deeper into her, the ability to have control of my body foreign, yet relieving, moving my hips in sync with her body, fucking her freely at last.

I groove my hips in rhythmic time, fucking her steadily, easily, watching as her head rocks, hair falling around all sides of her beautiful face. I drift in mind back up into the heavens as I watch my cock slide in and out of her, wetter with each withdrawal. Her back arches and her moans spill forth. Faster her body begs me to fuck her, deeper, hotter.

I speed up my rhythm and plunge deeper into her with each passionate thrust. My bound hands press into the small of her back, sliding over her curvy ass cheeks and squeezing, her back arches harder, and her ass rocks back into me harder, I grunt in time with her moans, and watch as she lowers her head to Ash, pressing her swaying breasts into hers, her face hovering in front of hers teasingly.

Sweat starts to drip from my body onto Mistress’ back, Ash’s thighs. I silence my groans to listen to Mistress tease Ash with sensual whispers. “Oh god love, you have no idea how his cock feels inside my pussy do you?” Sliding out her tongue to brush over Ash’s lips, Ash snapping her own tongue out to her. “Fuck baby, he feels so incredible, don’t you wish it was inside you? Don’t you burn inside to have his cock fill your dirty pussy?” Mistress eggs her on, almost laughing an evil laugh as her body resumes its frantic rhythm on my shaft.

She turns her head back to me and barks at me to fuck her harder, to make her cum on her cock. I stare her down and do my best to oblige her. Pumping her pussy as hard as I can, ramming my throbbing cock into her, sweat dripping profusely now, my need to cum greater than ever, and greater still when Mistress unleashes yet another orgasm onto me.

Her pussy convulses around me, pulsing wave after wave of climactic bliss onto my aching cock. I watch as her body, bathed in my perspiration writhes beneath me in a sea of churning ecstasy. Harder and harder still I slam into her pussy, watching as my cock emerges each time shiny and wet with her cum. Her body starts to slow its pace as she continues to rub her experiences into Ash, telling her how amazing it is to cum on this cock, how incredible it is to fuck it, to have it, to feel it throb with the desire to explode.

I groan and groan, and hope my pleas to do not go unheard. Mistress then slides my cock out of her, slithers off of Ash and lies next to her, tenderly running her nails over her body. I take my cock in hand and work her juices into myself, marveling at how incredibly wet this woman gets. Mistress takes Ash’s tits in her grasp, massaging it, and tweaking her nipples tightly, watching Ash squirm with frustration. She leans in and begins to suckle on her tit, teasingly fluttering her tongue over her erect nub. Ash begins to moan out loud, practically pleading with her Mistress for release. Mistress hears her, and makes a very interesting decision.

“You have served me well today my love, and although you did fuck up once, you were a good little slut to me. You want his cock?” She asks her, answered with an immediate nod of her head.

“Can you beg for it?” Mistress asks again, answered with another frantic nod.

“Please Mistress; let me have his cock, let me feel.” She pleads, but cut short by a silencing finger over her lips.

“Not to me my pet, to him.” She says in a whisper, glancing at me with a sinful grin.

Ash turns her head to me in a flash, pleasing eyes glimmering with desire as she begins to beg me to fuck her, begging me to fill her with my cock. I look down at her body on display; I look to Mistress who gives me a look of approval. I move in, hands gliding over my still wet cock as I guide the head to her tiny opening. Mistress and I watch the expression on Ash’s face turn from one of plea to one of fulfillment as my cock slides into her, stretching her pussy wide as inch by inch of my flesh invades her. Mistress’ eyes widen as she watches her blonde slut be filled with my cock, her desires appeased, and her needs fulfilled, Ash is about to get what she longed for all night, an orgasm.

Mistress talks to us both all the while I sex up Ash. Feeding us words of filth as she watches me fuck her, watches Ash get pummeled by me. Telling us how good slaves we are, how such pretty little obedient whores we are. She urges me on to fuck her good; to give her the cock she so longed to have. She continues this monologue of filth the whole time as she caresses Ash’s pleasured body, at times drifting her own hands between her thighs to please herself. I can only marvel at how insatiable this woman is, and how lucky I am to be a part of this.

Steadily I rock my hips into Ash, easily sliding my cock in and out of her, gazing down at her body writhing and squirming in her restraints, her pussy pulsing with each thrust of myself into her. She starts to cry out loud, erotic moans of pleasure mixed with words of encouragement and approval, loud and resounding in the confines of our room.

Mistress then begs me to fuck her harder, to punish her pussy for being bad earlier. I oblige by bucking my hips faster into her, ravaging that pussy with a blurring speed. My hands rise up and wrap around my neck, using my body to maintain the rhythm and pace. Stroking my cock with her pussy feels amazing, and I can feel yet again my orgasm coming to a boil within me.

Mistress is engulfed in her own self pleasure as she moans and cries as her own fingers delve deep into her sopping pussy, moaning and screaming “Yes, that’s it!” Over and over again, eyes clenched tightly as another orgasm washes over her body. I watch the two beauties beneath me writhe and wriggle in delight as one is pleased by cock, and the other pleased by the sight of it.

Ash is in a world of her own as my cock persists on fucking her, harder still, bumping my hips up into her with definitive thrusts. In a few seconds my cock is about to be rocked the most ground shaking orgasm ever experienced, hours and hours of pent up tension about to be unleashed on me, shared with Mistress’ loving lips. Sensing her slave to be near, Mistress rises up and leans over her body, turning to face me, and crawling her way down to get a close up view of the action. Her head hovers just above my cock, watching intently as it prods into her in deafening slaps. Her lips part and drips long strands of saliva down onto my cock, I watch as her pussy swallows it up as I press into Ash.

Cries of ecstasy fill the room as Ash’s body goes into seizures, erupting into a volcano of pleasure as the most intense feeling of the night takes over her senses. Her mind goes blank, filled with nothing but the sensation of tingles and shivers as her body goes into convulsions, deafening cries fill the room as her body twitches with each pulse of her pussy.

My body doing its best to control her spasms, trying desperately to maintain my rhythm of thrusts into her, aiding in the deliverance of her ecstasy. My cock strains as her muscles devour me with incomparable strength. Spasming out wave after wave of juices onto my cock, causing me to fuck her even harder.

Mistress revels in the sight before her. Her slut writhing in sheer pleasure, and her cock, driving that pleasure out of her. She pushes me back, slipping my cock out of Ash’s drenched pussy, my cock wetter than ever before from that incredible orgasm. I watch as Mistress strokes my cock steadily, leaning her head down to run her tongue over her slave’s spent pussy, licking up the drops that seep from her slit. Ash’s body shudders, quivering with each lap of Mistress’ tongue over her.

I watch in amazement as she cleans of that pussy with precision, licking up any stray drops of her juices, once done, she turns her attention to the cock in her hand. Lunging forward to devour it, Mistress engulfs my cock with primal hunger. Lapping and slurping my cock with unbridled desire, I watch as she works that shaft like never before, surpassing even Ash’s previous hunger. Her hand jerks me off with a fury, her mouth opening wide and washing me off with her tongue, slipping easily over the tense flesh.

Her tongue bathing me in a pool of her saliva as she mixes a cocktail of nectars onto my skin. Hungry and full of lust ready to boil over at any minute she, releases my cock reluctantly, rises up to stand over Ash and slowly lowers her body down onto her’s once more.

Before my eyes is a pair of pussies, grinding and sliding against one another, the sounds of wet kisses being exchanged can be heard past the bodies before me. Animalistically she thrashes her head back, her hair flailing around and landing on her back as she looks back at me with a fire in her eye, burning hotter than anything ever felt before. Her eyes glaring at me with a decadent gleam as she beckons me with her final order of the night. “Baby, fuck us, fuck us good, fuck us hard, and you do not stop until we ALL cum.”

I eagerly oblige her, sliding up into position behind the two succulent pussies before me. Mistress reaches her hands behind her searching for something out of reach, so I reach to her my hands meeting hers, and to my surprise, she fiddles with my restraints until they fall to the bed, freedom, completely. As I take my cock back in hand guiding it to the pair of pussies, Mistress bounds off of Ash dashing to each restraint an undoing them, I respond by turning around and releasing Ash’s legs. Once free, we both thank her in unison.

“Fuck thanks, fuck us now.” She growls at me, resuming her place atop Ash. Hastily I am back between their legs, cock swiftly in hand, and ready to delve in to one of them. I raise my hips slightly, poising my cock at my Mistress’ hole, watching as her body shudders as my head presses into her. She moans into Ash’s mouth as my cock slides skillfully into her.

My hands knead into her ass cheeks, grasping for the supple flesh as it ripples in waves as my hips thrust into them. As I fuck her, unrestrained, I feel as if in control now, equal, no longer her slave, I let her know this by raising my hand, continuing to fuck her, harder, faster, and with each entering thrust, my hand meeting her ass cheek in a sharp spank. Yelps of pleasure and pain cry out, as you look back at me, a look of surrender in your eyes.

“Thank you Mistress, you’re such a good Mistress, so good to her slaves, her slave cock wants to thank her now.” I say, watching as her body collapses on Ash’s in ecstasy, her brief fucking coaxing out another orgasm from her, coupled with cries of pleasure. Her head thrashes about as her back arches, releasing multiple waves of satisfaction.

I keep fucking her, prodding that pussy with my dripping cock, the friction all but gone from within her pussy as it floods with her nectar. Her moans soften; her body slows its pace, as she begins to regain composure, her body still heaving as I slip my cock out of her.

Not missing a beat I take my cock in hand and slip it into Ash, sliding in with ease from the wetness of Mistress’ pussy. A symphony of moans comes from up the bed, music to my ears as I begin to fuck Ash with the same passion she gave me. Stretching that tight pussy of hers, I rock myself into her, driving that cock deeper into her depths, searing my cock with passionate heat burning within.

Harder and faster my body bucks, slamming into not one body but two, causing her body to grind lovingly with our Mistress’. A trio of moans fill the room, sweet music of desire as the motion of my hips bring Ash to the brink of another climax, her breathing fast, heavy, her moans loud and clear.

Mistress senses she is near and slides her hand between their bodies. Her finger magnetically drawn to her clit, as I feel her hand brush against my cock with each thrust in. This was the push over the edge that Ash needed, as her body starts to buck in the familiar way she does when she cums. Hard and violent her body shudders as Mistress and I give her the most intense orgasm of the night.

Her body quakes as I feel her pussy tense around me, milking me with each thrust as she pulses out her juices, mixing a sweet cocktail of lust within her. The moans come full force, non stop as her orgasm beings to subside, deafening screams fade to soft, whimpers, and I slide my exhausted cock out of her, stroking it gently.

My body is drenched in sweat, as are the two figures beneath me. I slide my cock back into Mistress one last time, fuck her a bit before sliding out and back into Ash for a few thrusts. Moans heighten again slightly as I pull out and fall back on my haunches, wiping the cascade of sweat from my brow.

I close my eyes and try desperately to catch my breath. I feel the bed shift and I open my eyes to see Mistress and Ash getting up, parting a space down the middle of the bed and beckoning me to them. Leading me by the hand to lie between them, two pairs of hands running over my slick body, Mistress begins to express her appreciation to me for being such a good cock to her. She tells me how proud she is of her cock, and how it is time for its reward.

I smile and thank her as both she and Ash lower their heads to me. Softly I can hear Mistress whisper something to Ash, and I see her nod in acknowledgment. I watch as they proceed to devour my cock one by one. Mistress takes me down, coating my cock with saliva, licking off residual juices.

Then Ash, running her tongue along my length, to the head, then swallowing me, deep, sensual, muffled groans vibrating my cock. The two vixens alternate controlling me, and I can feel it coming, a release hours in the making, my balls boiling over with intensity unsurpassed. The need to explode never more severe, and they know this. My body tenses, my groans loud, and my balls being rolled in Mistress’ mouth bubbling with molten liquid.

They release me, and dive back down into a blowjob sandwich, one pair of lips on either side of my cock, tongues running on both sides of me. I watch as two heads, two of the prettiest mouths ever conceived devour me, please me. My cock starts to pulse, spasms of need throbbing through my vein. They break the sandwich after a few more passes, and two hands wrap around my cock.

They start to talk to me, urging me to cum for them, to bless them with this gift long overdue. Taking turns stroking me, licking me, they quicken their pace when they feel my body go rigid. My head presses back into the bed, and a loud forceful groan bellows out into the room. Moans of approval come from below me as I feel my cock start to throb hard.

Exploding in their hands my cock spews forth a forceful stream of thick white liquid, splashing back down onto their tongues. Over and over this continues as my cock continues to jet out streams of cum. My body shakes, shuddering with this intense release. Moans and groans of approval from the two of them become audible again as my head clears, and my body stops shaking.

I lift my head weakly to see their two faces painted white with my seed, two hands still stroking me gently, milking out the last few drops of cum from me. I watch as they lick their gift off of one another’s lips, taking it down and swallowing their share. Once clean, they look to me with smiles emblazoned on their faces, as they lean in once more to lick me clean, succulent lips working magic over me, tantalizing me, and relieving me at last.

Time seems to slow; my Mistress and Ash crawl up to me and lay on either side. Hands caress one another, and tongues kiss fervent lips in appreciation. Ash and I thank our Mistress, and hope that we satisfied her. She responds by saying “I am not your Mistress anymore. But yes, you did me very well.”

We smile in gratitude, and applaud her performance. The show is over for now, but we have just started something that opened a whole new door of sexual enlightenment. Our three way sessions were just beginning. And they will only get better.

Jazz softly filled the shadowy room, weaving through the smoke wreathing the ceiling. The dim light seemed to light the smoke, not the people. I walked with the music. The dark crimson of my dress picked up the shadows of the room. Mike lifted his drink to me as I neared, indicating his appreciation of the show. His eyes glinted as he drank. I sat to his right, where we could both talk and watch the room.

“The Dane didn’t do it, did he?” Big Mike was nothing if not direct.

“No,” I asked in return. “Do you know who did?”

I smiled, meeting his eyes over my glass. He drew in a deep breath and for a moment we matched stares. Mike was dominant the way few men are, calm, certain of his ability. I never dated him. We would either kill each other, or . . . Well, I didn’t think life would ever be the same for either of us. I liked my life the way it was.

He smiled back, before he broke our gaze to look out over the room and say, “I don’t know, Jasmine. Her brother thought I did. Do you?” His eyes cut back to me.

“No.”

I gave him nothing else, for the time being. Let him give up whatever he knew without any guidance from me. A man like Mike was likely to give more for free than anybody would ever take from him. I know the type. I am just like him.

I followed his eyes and realized he was tracking a waitress through the crowd. A redhead. Shirl. What was Shirl doing here? I looked back at Mike and found him watching me. He gave me a twisted half smile and turned to call the waitress over.

She walked up, hips swinging as wide as ever. “Jasmine. Well, don’t you get around.” She grimaced at me and looked back at Mike. “What can I get you?”

“Tell Jasmine why you’re here,” he told her. His eyes stayed on me until I looked up at Shirl.

Shirl threw me a look and protested, “It ain’t none of her business, Mike!”

Mike looked at her.

She sighed, and turned to me. “If you gotta know, fine,” she said. “Brasso threw me out. He’s been all weird since the murder. Finally he yelled something about how I wasn’t never gonna measure up to her.”

She stopped and gritted her teeth for a moment, pressing her bright painted lips together. “He always had a thing for her. I thought he’d get over it, but the bastard never did.” She turned back to Mike and muttered, “Anything else, Sir?”

Mike smiled at her. If the girl had any sense she would have shivered at that smile. He told her, “Not right now, Shirl.”

He watched her swaying walk away. “It will be interesting to see her lose that attitude.”

I thought for a minute. Brasso was doing Satinne, with Shirl on the side? While Satinne belonged to the Dane. And Satinne was helping out her brother over here . . . where Shirl ended up. Because Brasso threw her out?

I asked, “What is Satinne involved in over here, Mike? What was she doing to help out her brother?”

I caught his eye. He looked amused.

He answered, “She was paying the interest on his debt. In cash. That’s all. Petey was an idiot, but that sister of his was something else. Did you know she liked bondage?” He watched my face carefully.

“I knew,” I said. “Where did she get her bondage fix, Mike? I know the Dane didn’t do it for her.”

I stared back at him. His face was bland, but the glint never left his eyes.

He said, “She asked me once, where a person would learn to do such things. I told her about the Wild Thorn Club.”

“Did she go there?” I asked.

“I don’t know. We didn’t talk about it again. I never heard anything.” He sat back and looked around the room. “I can’t figure it, Jasmine. Nobody had a percentage in killing her unless the Dane got jealous and you say he didn’t do it.”

“I think I know what happened, Mike,” I said. “I just don’t know who yet. Except it wasn’t the Dane.”

I didn’t want to say more. I could still have been very wrong. But those pictures . . . something wasn’t right.

“Have you been to the Thorn lately, Jasmine?” Mike’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement.

“No. You know Karlene gets on my nerves,” I growled. I had trouble being civil to Karlene. She returned the favor. It kept things nice and simple. There was only one problem with that: Karlene ran the Thorn and she had the information I needed.

The Wild Thorn is a fetish club. The huge old Victorian mansion seemed to match stares with me as I walked from the street. The vines that bound it needed trimming. Their wicked thorns were used in a certain specialty of the house. I opened the door and stepped in.

The foyer was done in tasteful patterns of vines, of course. Only the occasional scarlet drop on the thorns betrayed that it wasn’t just a Bed and Breakfast. Karlene looked up from behind her Victorian desk and slowly smiled through her thick lipstick.

“Well, well, well,” she said. Her eyes traveled down and back up. “Look what the cat dragged in. Hello, Jasmine. To what do I owe this displeasure?”

“Hello, Karlene. You’re looking well put together, as usual,” I told her. “I have a question, then I’ll happily be out of your way.”

“Well, then, by all means, ask away. I’m all in favor of anything that shortens your visit,” she said and smiled sweetly, like saccharin.

“Satinne brought somebody here to learn bondage. Who was it?” Subtlety would take time. I didn’t want to spend more time here than necessary.

Karlene leaned back in her chair, one perfectly manicured nail tapping her chin, and then answered, “Why would I tell you that? Privacy is part of what our clients pay for. You know that as well as I do.”

“Satinne is dead, and the Dane is in jail for it. He didn’t do it,” I said.

“How do you know he didn’t? Maybe he got jealous.” she said. “The Dane isn’t one to share. Besides, I never heard that you and the Dane were exactly tight.”

I didn’t want to go into this with Karlene. If I was right, it wouldn’t be good news for the Thorn. Karlene might be annoying, but she wasn’t stupid. I told her, “Satinne’s brother is one of mine. He asked me to look into things for him.”

She snapped at me, “Petey’s dead too. It seems like he may have thought Big Mike killed Satinne.”

Karlene tilted her head in a practiced pose. “Who do you think did it, Jasmine? That’s why you want to know, isn’t it? That’s it. You want to blame the person who was tying her up, and since that person learned bondage here, we will be blamed in association.”

Karlene dropped her polished smile, stood, and walked around the desk. She didn’t look good when she was angry and knew it. I think it made her even more angry. I used to enjoy making her mad enough to drop her pretense. Now I would have preferred that she stay her usual phony self. This Karlene would be harder to convince.

I said, “Satinne died, Karlene, and an innocent man is being blamed for it. That’s more important than your petty concerns.” I knew I’d used the wrong word as soon as it left my mouth. Damn.

“Petty?” she said. “Petty? Satinne is dead, and the Dane is hardly innocent, even if he didn’t do this particular crime. Why should the Thorn suffer for them? This is a business, Jasmine, and more people than just I depend on it. What good does it do them to injure our reputation on your suspicions? You call that petty?”

I sighed, took a mental step back, and answered, “Of course not, Karlene. Poor choice of words. I just think that people’s lives are more important than commercial interests. Even the Dane’s life.”

I knew that argument wouldn’t sway Karlene’s mercenary soul, but also knew that sooner or later she would make an offer. I just hoped it was a price I was willing to pay.

“I have no reason to tell you anything, Jasmine,” she said. “I’m sure the police can figure things out just fine without your help, why don’t you go on home like a good girl?” She gave me that sweet smile again.

I matched it with one a little more feral than Karlene could ever manage. I said, “Well, if you want the police here asking instead of me, that’s your choice.” I turned to leave.

“The police won’t listen to your little suspicions,” she snapped again.

“Maybe,” I said. “but I bet the Dane’s lawyer will listen to me and the police just might listen to him.” I took another step and put my hand on the doorknob.

“Wait.”

I turned, smiled and waited.

“You always were a bitch, Jasmine.” Her ruby lips were flat, just like her eyes.

I waited.

“I’ll give you what you want to know,” she said, “if you give me Brandon to serve at the Thorn for a night. Otherwise, I’ll wait and talk to the cops.”

Damn. Brandon was my boy in a way none of my customers were. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was just mine. He was one of those few who was too submissive for his own good. He was like a whipped dog that kept crawling back. He was mine to protect, because I took him. And Brandon was at the center of the bad feelings between Karlene and me.

Karlene didn’t really want Brandon. She just wanted Brandon to be seen here, serving her in a public declaration that she got what she wanted from me. It was a Karlene power game. One I usually refused to play. I didn’t care who thinks whom is more dominant. I did care about Brandon though. He would do it; he wouldn’t even mind. Hell, he’d probably enjoy it, as long as he got to serve. I just had to be sure what “service” meant in Karlene’s vicious mind.

I said, “Alright, Karlene, Brandon will serve here, publicly, for one night. No private play, no marks, no heavy humiliation. Just public service.” I watched her blink. She hadn’t expected me to agree. Karlene never did understand me. Those ruby lips pouted for a minute while she tried to figure out my angle. Since I didn’t have one, she didn’t get very far.

“Fine,” she said. “Next Saturday. He can be here at opening time.” She went back around the desk and sat. “Brasso came here to learn bondage. Satinne wasn’t with him, but I assume the two are connected.”

“Did he learn suspension play?” I asked.

“No, of course not,” she said. “He isn’t ready for that. You know the type though, a man like that can’t believe he couldn’t do it on his own. He kept saying the only reason he came here was because she wouldn’t play with him until he learned from a pro. He never said who ’she’ was.”

Karlene sat up and pulled her appointment book forward as the door opened behind me. “Now, if we’re done, sweety?” The saccharin smile was firmly back in place.

“We’re done,” I agreed. I turned and walked out past the nervous looking man hugging his overcoat around him like a security blanket. The night was clear, a huge moon flooding the streets with liquid silver.

It was all over but the cleanup. That wasn’t my job. That was for the cops and the lawyers. I was more than happy to leave it to them. But I wanted the Dane to know he owed me. A debt like that was a valuable commodity.

I called around and found out who his lawyer was, and set up a meet with him and the Dane for the next day. Jails don’t do nighttime visits, and I refused to spill what I knew to the lawyer until the Dane was there to hear who got him sprung. Never trust a lawyer.

If I were Brasso, I’d be glad if the cops got to me before the Dane did. Brasso wouldn’t be going up for murder, though. They’d probably call it negligent homicide or something. You see Satinne’s death was an accident. Just a stupid accident.

Brasso tied her up. He hung her from the ceiling, and teased her soft flesh with his big shiny knife. It was a common practice. I’m sure he never meant to cut her, just play with the cold steel and watch her shiver and her skin pebble with goose-bumps.

But human bodies are slippery. The ropes moved, a knot slipped, and suddenly the knife was inside her and she was bleeding all over him. She died fast. Brasso panicked and left to clean himself up before anybody could see him.

“But Brasso and Shirl were an item?” the Dane asked, his eyes wide. He didn’t want to believe it, even if it freed him. He and Brasso went way back.

“Shirl was just a smoke screen,” I told him. “Brasso has already gotten rid of her. She’s working for Big Mike now.”

The Dane collapsed back in the gray metal chair that seemed to be mandatory for jail interview rooms everywhere. I watched the belief take hold and then the rage grow.

“I’ll kill him,” he said. His eyes were cold, the kind of cold that lies deep under a glacier. “I owe you, Jasmine. I hate the twisted crap that you do more than ever, but I owe you.”

The lawyer looked nervous. He said, “No talk of killing, Dane, not here, not in front of me, even in jest. You were joking, right?”

The Dane barely glanced at him and said, “Yeah. Just joking.”

I was glad those cold eyes left mine.

The lawyer said, “It will take me a few hours to pull things together and get them to drop the charges, but you’ll be out of here this afternoon.” He turned to me and asked, “You ready to go, Ms. Walker?”

The lawyer did things with his briefcase like lawyers do and closed it up.

“I’m ready,” I said.

And I was. Ready for a long hot bath and a good massage.

It was Brandon’s night with me and I looked forward to some pampering. I was more than ready to put this behind me, lock it away with the sound of the bars clanging shut on the way out. I am a dominatrix, not a detective. But you know, I think I do pretty damn well at both.