I looked at the overconfident red headed siren in my living room with utter disdain. The girl was 19 years old and exuded the confidence of a Kardashian. She had one thing and only one thing going for her I had realised. She was absolutely gorgeous with a body to die for. Her tanned skin sat on top of the perfect amount of muscle tone. Her ass was curvaceous as were her young pert breasts. Not only had time not yet been cruel to her, she clearly took great care of herself. I wondered though as I watched her talking, trying to ignore the content spewing from her drunk mouth, how much of her was real. Clearly not her eyelashes or lips.
You might wonder what this siren was doing in my living room. I shall give you a quick recap of the night so far. Saturday had started like most boring adult Saturdays, with housework and other mundane errands. The evening had picked up when my partner and I had gone to a local kink party on the hunt for a unicorn. Now it was the type of party where there is no sex on site, so it was pure hunting grounds with no feasting. The Siren had been there strangely on her own which had made her easy pickings. You see both myself and my partner are attractive and fitness is an important part of our household. Attractive and articulate males seemed to be a dying breed on the scene these days so having him by my side made it so easy it should be criminal.
It had not taken long for us to hone in on the red head and then together work our charming magic on her. A few dances and some wandering hands later we jumped into my car and headed back to our place. It really amazed me the absolute lack of self preservation these young women had these days.
Next step was the modern version of protection. Fuck! I had forgotten her name. I realised as I got my phone out.
"Hey baby girl," When in doubt use one of the stupid names this generation loves so much.
Instantly she fell into line and character and it almost made me want to slap her for being the epitome of the fucking boring stereotype of her generation.
"Yes mummy," she said looking up at me, giving me that wide eyed im all innocent look.
"It's Goddess to you."
"Sorry," she said, dropping down to her knees on the lounge room floor.
"Sorry what?" My adonis of a partner chimed in from where he was sitting on the couch.
"Sorry Goddess," she replied instantly.
It took all my power to maintain my poker face. This choice had been my partners. I agree that she was definitely the hottest piece of ass at the party, but oh my god when she opened her mouth i just wanted to slap her. I gave her the "slave" contract and filmed her reading and then signing it.
Before I stopped the video I asked her to confirm the safe word and that she was a willing participant. One could never be too sure these days.
"Now are you sure that you consent to everything on that list and you will use the safe word if things are too much or the signal if for some reason you can't speak?"
"Yes Goddess," she said with a grin, that I was happy to wipe off her face soon.
"Stand," I said with authority.
I turned her to face Dan, I could see the smirk hit his lips.
I slowly pulled the zipper down the back of her dress as I stood behind her. I let my lips gently touch the back of her neck, kissing her skin softly. My hands came up to where the sleeves of her dress met her neck and I made sure I caressed her skin as I pushed them down her shoulders, and then her arms. Allowing the dress to fall to the floor.
Biting her neck gently I unclasped her bra, my hands moved under her arms, encircling her smaller frame, before pushing up under her bra. Grabbing her breasts, my fingers finding her hard nipples and gently rolling them between my fingers. I felt her inhale sharply as I pinched both of them hard.
"Is that too much baby girl?" I breathed into her ear. The Siren had been talking up all night how hardcore she was into her kink, particularly S&M, and I was delighted to push the limits she had claimed not to have.
"No Goddess."
"Good," I said, as I pulled the bra forward and off.
I looked over at Dan on the couch, the man was utter perfection. He sat there in his black cargo pants and tight black t-shirt. The shirt showed off his perfectly chiselled torso. And don't even get me started on his arms. I was the luckiest woman on the earth, because every night I got to curl up in those as I went to sleep. The safest place on earth.
"Now turn and face me, and take off your panties, bending at the waist."
She followed my instructions without faltering. Showing Dan exactly what he was going to be getting soon.
I grabbed her by the hair and spun her back around to face him. My grip was tight pulling her head back. I used my other hand to slap each of her breasts in turn. I noticed the instant reaction of each nipple as it tightened and grew harder.
"Why babe I do believe the little slut enjoys it," I said as I again slapped her breast harder this time.
"She did say she was into the more extreme stuff my dear," he responded, both of us acting as if she were a pet we were talking about.
"Oh let's see shall we," I said with the glee returning to my voice.
I twisted my hand once more in her hair, pulling it back hard, forcing her chest higher in the air. I gently cupped her breast as my fingers found her nipple. Squeezing hard, I could feel her body reacting to the pain, as her muscles tensed. I felt my own body reacting to the rush that hurting this most annoying female was giving me.
I released my hand from both her hair and her nipple, and I felt her body relax. I knew she enjoyed it, but there was part of me that wanted to make sure she used her safe word tonight. See the deal was the minute she said the safeword the night was over. If she held out she could stay the evening and maybe return for another play date. There was part of me that hated sharing my bed or my man with another woman. There was also part of my dominant side that was cruel.
I snaked my hand up to her throat, lacing my fingers around it, squeezing tight enough so that she knew who was in control but not restricting any blood flow or her breath yet. I almost laughed when she melted against my body. I should write a book on how to seduce women in the 21st century. Step 1, call them a cute name, Step 2, Choke them. The End.
My fingers started to play with her carotid artery, putting just enough pressure to make her a little light headed and then backing off. I let my other hand dip down to her bald pussy. My fingers easily dipping amongst its folds.
"Oh babe, she really is enjoying this," I said, running my fingers teasingly along her pussy lips, bringing her wetness up and over her clit. Drawing little circles around it. Small moans escaped her lips.
"Who's my good little slut," I cooed in her ear, slowly starting to change the language I was using. My teasing finger allowing me to push boundaries.
"I am my Goddess," she almost whispered as she became lost in a pleasure and light headed daze.
You see the beauty about cutting off the blood flow to the brain rather than stopping someone from breathing is that they fight it less.
Dan rose from the couch and walked towards us. He stood in front of the Siren, pulling his t-shirt over his head, his muscles rippling as he did so.
Our hands met briefly as he took over teasing her pussy. His other hand mauled her young firm breasts. Each one getting his attention in turn. I felt her breath inhale as he tweaked her nipple, but also pushed his finger inside of her, her legs shifting wider apart.
"Oh she is wet," he said as our lips met over her shoulder.
My man played the same game that I did. Push her to the edge, but don't let her cascade over. Push her limits while she was driven wild with desire.
I could feel her body gyrating against his hand, wanting more from him than he was currently prepared to give her.
