Chapter 3 - Three's a crowd
Anne led the three of them to the living room and instructed Ned to kneel. She reached out towards Nicole. It wasn't until that moment that Ned realized what Nicole was holding, a pair of bright blue panties. The excitement started to get to him; he could feel himself beginning to swell against the cage.
"Slow, deep breaths," he thought to himself as Anne's movement caught his eye.
Anne took the panties in hand and placed them over Ned's head. Anne seemed a little disappointed in how they wouldn't stay above his nose. "Hmm," she sighed as she looked around the room. A smile spread across her face as she gleefully went to the bathroom and returned with a hair tie.
Nicole watched with fascination as Anne pulled her panties tight across Ned's eyes, tying off the slack with the hair tie. "Are you really not going to let me see?" Ned's desperation clung to every word. Even as he said it, Ned knew it was a mistake.
"We don't HAVE to this," Anne's words struck like a whip, "I mean, I'm trying to make YOUR fantasy come true." Silence, like a chill, clung to the air causing Ned to shiver slightly. "Love," Anne cajoled softly, "if this isn't what you want, we can stop, just say the word."
Ned knew it would not be that simple. "I'm sorry Mistress. I DO want this Mistress."
"Are you sure?" Anne traced her finger up his chest payfully.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Okay," Anne grabbed his caged cock and balls firmly in her hand, "then we do it MY way."
"Yes, Mistress." Ned's heart began to race; Anne always knew how to wrap him around her finger. He was putty in her hands, hers to control. "And I don't want you staring at her," Anne let his chastity cage go, "I'm the only person you ever need to see naked, right?"
"Yes, Mistress," as the words escaped him, he felt the soft lips of his wife against his own. Anne looked to Nicole, who had begun to take off her bra, "Uh, I'm glad to get this off." Ned could hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor. His mind raced to visions of the two stripping naked as he felt the familiar warmth begin to flow through him.
Every muscle began to relax, his sense of consciousness began to fog, and his breathing became shallow; Ned knew this state. It was what kept him coming back, his own little high, his sub-space. "Come here," Anne's words were as a dream. Ned began to walk on his knees in her direction. "That's good," Ned stopped as her hand touched his chest.
Taking his face in the cup of her hand, Ned followed her lead. It was familiar to him, and his body moved autonomously to do what it was trained. His face brushed against Anne's thigh. Ned began to kiss a trail up her thigh; just short of her pussy, he stopped and turned his head. His face moved forward slowly, searching, until he found her other thigh. He repeated the trail, this time finishing with a kiss on her mound.
He licked slow, soft strokes as he teased her. She was wet, but his previous attentions had slowed her reaction to him. He continued, finishing with an occasion flourish of small circles or quickening his pace just briefly. His tongue sketched landscapes, wrote poems, and traced his undying devotion as she slowly began to swell against his mouth. He heard her moan softly as she arched her back into him.
He quickened his pace. "No, not yet," Anne pushed him back. Ned was confused, his mind lost to the lust. "Go play with her." He went in the direction Anne pushed, stumbling blindly on his knees. A hand on his shoulder pulled him in. Nicole's legs slid around his head. A familiar feeling and an unfamiliar taste greeted him.
Ned lapped at her pussy, enjoying the submission of being their plaything, losing himself again the euphoria. Nicole's hips began to bounce subtly at first, gaining rhythm bit by bit. Ned could tell she was getting close, her pussy thrashing wildly against his face. Her nails dug into his scalp, dragging him closer.
Ned felt the tightness in his chest as his lungs burned for air. He wondered if he would pass out, or if she would even notice as she vigorously fucked his face. As he thought it, he felt her rhythm change. Her body heaved, jolting a bit as it did. Ned took a sharp inhale of breath. Seizing the moment, he pushed forward, darting his tongue quickly against her clit.
Even though her thighs were wrapped tightly around his head, he could hear her muffled screams as she orgasmed, her juices flooding his mouth. He drank every drop he could, but he could feel some dripping down his chin. Nicole pulled away, "Oh, my God, ohmygod, ohmygod," she stuttered. Ned felt a twinge of pride as he knelt there, bound and blindfolded, unsure of what to do.
