Taing Lynne and Nathan

"Audition 07

- Taking Lynne and Nathan

" by CraigOOL

BDSM - Young bi-couple submits completely

[Author's notes: Warning! This is a BDSM sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are some interracial themes in this story. There is substantial male/male sexual contact and transsexual contact in this story. This story has substantial male/male, male/female, female/female, MFM, FFM and group sex sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted. Portions of this story were enhanced by the SudoWrite AI suggestions while rewriting it.]

[If you have not read the Audition 6 Part BDSM Series you may not enjoy this as much:

Audition Ch. 01: Deidre

(4.57) Young black woman seeks older white master.

Audition Ch. 02: Betsy

(4.73) Young thick woman craves older white master.

Audition Ch. 03: Chens Pt. 01

(4.53) Desperate woman sells herself and daughter into slavery.

Audition Ch. 04: Chens Pt. 02

(4.46) Desperate woman sells both her daughters into slavery.

Audition Ch. 05: Nanette

(4.87) A wanton virgin spy in the house of love.

Audition Ch. 06: Carol

(5.00) A doctor in the house.]

Nathan and Lynne have been friends of mine for years. We play on the same softball team. I treat Lynne like she is my own girlfriend, patting her ass as she passes by in the dugout, hugs with more than just polite kisses as we part. She always looks at me with a feral hunger kind of stare. Maybe that is because of the "traditional" five minutes to midnight New Years Eve kiss we share each year that is little more than a five minute long make-out session. Nathan never objects, his dick is too hard.

Lynne has been taking advice from a close female friend, over years, to train Nathan to accept correcting the one defect Lynne sees in her husband - his inadequate endowment. Starting with sucking him off to pull out and climax on her tits, to training him to lick her out every time he came inside, Lynne has been preparing Nathan to let her become his hot-wife. Millions of questions about seeing her with other men, kissing, fondling, dancing, one day sucking and fucking fire up Nathan's imagination. She took that close friend as her lesbian lover and told Nathan every detail. For Nathan, Lynne having sex with other people was the best thing that ever happened to their sex life.

So we talk about Nathan's softball skills, his work ethic and our love of the game. We engage in playful banter as we sit on the couch watching a movie. I tease them incessantly because I enjoy having them both in my life, but my teasing is never malicious or cruel. It has never crossed the line into full penetrative sex, but has always remained playful. As a dominant, I require consent first. So I had even asked Lynne if she minded some light PDA's, or a "traditional" New Years Eve kiss before I planted them on her, and her response was always "Having you dominate me like that makes me hot and wet, so take me please."

I often asked Nathan when we were alone if he minded that I flirted with his wife. One time he said "In her mind, you have already taken her, and I get off on seeing how turned on you can get her in such a short time. Plus, she always gets so dominant and forceful with me after a session with you. 'So take my wife, please.' (quoting Henny Youngman)"

So I am not surprised when I get a call from Lynne saying she and Nathan need to talk to me on Friday night, if that is convenient. I ask what the dress code is and she begs me to wear my dark suit, like I used to wear with Don and Virginia.

"Are you sure? That particular outfit has certain - implications." I try to warn her she is leaving the vanilla zone. I try to warn her that particular combination of clothes is designed to take some of the wind out of her sails. She will be giving away too much negotiating power if she faces me in the most dominant clothing I own.

"Virginia fully informed me while trying to convince me to have a threesome with her and Don." Lynne blurts out, with a hint of regret about raising the ghost of Virginia, my lover and submissive, who passed in the pandemic. Simultaneously, the memories and associations of the one lover they had both shared, although never together, fire her libido, as her fingers do the walking down below in her nether regions.

He has always fired her fantasies, even before she knew how perfectly she'd cast him. Salt and pepper hair, over six foot tall, retired police officer, athletic build, and now stupid fucking rich. Then Virginia spills the beans she and Don are his submissive sex slaves and she cannot help but get aroused whenever she is around him. How can a voice be gravelly, deep, manly, husky, yet smooth like bourbon?

"Details, girlfriend, details!" I urge, wanting to know anything more that I could about a lost love like Virginia. I having visions of coming home to discover a new stash of nude pictures of Virginia on my phone, but I already have all there will ever be (even the ones from Don's private stash). The eagerness to discover more about a woman I loved so deeply has brought with it the deep pain of her loss. So I push Virginia out of my mind to focus on Lynne.

I cannot forget Virginia, but it is the picture of Lynne in her barely there bikini from the start of summer pool party that fills my mind. Lynne is not very tall, but with her height proportionate to her weight on her petite frame, fitting just about under my chin, and I'm over six feet tall. Her bikini bottom is cut high on the hip, a red translucent fabric that shimmers, but almost seems to reveal the furry bush contained within, but only barely contained. Lush bush.

The only thing not proportional about Lynne is her breasts, which are two sizes larger than they should be to match the rest of her body. Her breasts wobble delightfully from side to side as she tries to master the high heels she clearly rarely wears, so she is more than slightly unsteady upon them. But the phrase "Weebles wobble but they don't fall down" makes me chuckle as her full high beam D cups are pointed directly at me. She blocks out my sun to spread her legs on either side of my chair. Lynne drops those lovely breasts to wobble mere inches from my face, arms propping her up in a death grip on the sides of the chair, as I stare down the cleavage canyon between them. If we were naked she would only have to slide back down a little to have me fully inside her. I relish these memories.

Lynne has a cute pixie face with a button nose, thick full lips of delicious dark red lipstick. She always moistens them with just a touch of gloss, but right now they also glisten wetly from being licked with lusty flicks of her agile tongue. She has the more than shoulder length raven hair many women would kill for which is thick and curly and lustrous black.

Lynne's gauzy red bikini bra shines out, nearly sheer, drawing my eyes to her taunt nipples. The strings of her bikini top dangle in front of her nipples like a hypnotist dangles a watch, to tickle her nipples lightly. As her knowledge of my gaze upon her tits hits her conscious mind, she inhales deeply, puffing her chest out as she exhales, drawing my gaze there like a moth to a flame.

Taking in my reaction, Lynne smiles warmly at me. She smells lightly of CBD oil and other herbs I don't recognize, but it isn't overly strong and accents her nicely. Maybe a hint of a hot pussy scent? We always seem to excite each other. My cock gets that message from her and hardens. I return from the reverie of my memories to the conversation with the person who is the focus of them.

"She told me that you were the only man besides Don who had his full permission to use her in any way you wanted, any time you wanted, often right in front of him. Then you did, and she got addicted. I know how she felt, I rub off to my BDSM porn almost every night dreaming of what I crave you to do to me, while Nathan jerks it every night to his bi-cuckold porn, probably also dreaming of what I crave you to do to me, or you to do to him! (chuckles) But the only one I ever fantasize about as my Dominant is you. Wait - that's not completely true. Sometimes Roberta, God rest her soul." Lynne confides huskily, then sadly.

Roberta was my lovely dark flame haired fully bisexual swinger wife, who started my journey into becoming a dominant as my first collared submissive. We took a beautiful young black woman as our collared submissive and completed my journey. We were happy together, shared mostly as equals, except during playtime. That glorious triad shared ten years of the deepest love three people can share. We lived together, swung together, and thrived together.

We sometimes found new people for us to play with (like Don and Virginia) and I did outcalls for the Domme who trained me while still keeping my full time job. Until Roberta got breast cancer and happened to be in the hospital at exactly the wrong time - the start of the pandemic. The vanilla world barely had time to count the people that mattered, while it took them from me over the next two or three years.

"We lost so many jewels to the pandemic." I agree sadly, implicitly including Don and Virginia.

"You lost your wife, your concubine, and both your slaves. I lost no one that close to me. I've never been that close to anyone. I want to change that. I want to be your slave. Nathan wants to be your slave. We both give our informed consent, but I know you will have us repeat it in person Friday night. Please tell me you will consider us. Virginia would have wanted us to take her and Don's place. The number of people that knew Don was your fluffer/cleaner can be counted on the thumb of one hand - me. Virginia trusted me, and only me, to know because she saw it in Nathan, long before I had a clue." Lynne pauses to catch her breath.

"So give us a chance and I will rock your world. Friday. Dark Suit. Bag'o bondage. Two willing slaves that just need to be trained in how to please you." Lynne urges, her voice husky again.

The "Bag'o bondage" is a gym workout bag filled with all the tools to play with a sensual sex slave service slut up through a quirt loving pain slut and all the bondage bunnies in between. Virginia must have told her about it. It was, after all, her nickname for it.

"Please me, by telling me why Virginia thought I made a good dominant for her, and why you think that makes me a good dominant for you." I don't want to leave my fond memories of Virginia just yet, and I will return to this mine to pluck every jewel from it's walls over the weeks, months and years ahead.

After a few moments of thought, Lynne says, "I think it was because of the balance of your dominance with your gentleness. She said you knew how to take a woman, put her in thrall. You could spank her, flog her, whip her, and fuck her hard. Yet you could be soft and gentle with her, with such a tender way of making love to her she fell in love with you. It was that balance of hard/soft, controlling and releasing. She could refuse you nothing. Had you commanded her to do so, she would have left Don and her kids. Being a size queen, she'd married Don mostly because his dick could reliably scratch her itch. She said it was only later she fell in love with the man, but I call bullshit on that story, you know how popular he was with the ladies."

Pausing to compose her thoughts for just a moment, Lynne continues saying "She also said even though your cock was not as long as Don's, it was thicker, and she said she started climaxing the first time you entered her, because you took not only her pussy, but her entire body and her mind too. She said you were a soft dominant, whatever the hell that means, but that you excelled at spanking and something called the Spank 'n Diddle. I love to be spanked but Nathan is too much of a pussy to do it right."

Lynne focuses back on the task at hand, pausing again to take a breath, then continues on her mental soap box, "I have heard you have a harem, and I'd love to join. Nathan has femdom fantasies in addition to his bi cravings and wants to be dominated by such a man. You can treat a woman better than they can themselves, by making them feel they are being guided by someone who cares more about their pleasure than their pain. I could never have imagined the pleasure I felt from my first spanking from Don if I had not experienced it myself. I hope he gave all of Virginia's bi girlfriends the same treatment he gave me!"

Lynne continues after another brief pause, "Perhaps I could be trained to be Nathan's Mistress. Could you help me learn how to punish him and please him properly? My only other request is that we both submit to you, or he be excluded from participating. It isn't fair for him to watch and jerk off without paying the freight for it!" Lynne says, having obviously spent a good deal of clitoral meditation to cum to these conclusions.

"Neither you nor Nathan have a swinger or BDSM background. He fantasizes about another man taking you, but he has never experienced that reality. My understanding is that your bi experience is limited to Virginia's seduction of you. Yet you propose to dive into the deep end of the pool without even having taken a water safety course." I caution her.

After being silent for the count of ten, Lynne didn't hang up, but finally responded, "You make it sound as if I know next to nothing about sex." Lynne says bitterly, her voice angry.

"You don't. You have not explored Nathan's bisexuality, other than watching some porn. You and Nathan have almost no experience with swinging or BDSM. Certainly not the multi-person fully bisexual bondage, domination and submission scenes you are proposing. Have you ever made him suck off your vibrator after your masturbation sessions? Bought a strap-on to teach him deep throat techniques? Used that strap-on to fuck his ass so he will be prepared for the real thing? Taken Nathan to a Glory Hole so he can suck off men he doesn't even know? Then taunted him with whispers out in public, asking him if this or that man is the one he sucked off until he swallowed their cum?" I let the depth of her naivete face her, if somewhat bleakly.

"No," Lynne said, her voice breaking with tears. "None of it." I could hear her sobbing through the phone.

"Hey, hey now. No need for tears. I'm not rejecting you and Nathan. I'm just saying you better clear your schedule for the weekend, for a Magical Mystery Tour of Bondageland. No masturbation for you or Nathan until we get together. No pornography either. There are important things for all of us to discuss. But you and Nathan need to talk all this out between yourselves. Make sure he is as into this as you are. Let him know at the very least I will be fucking you all weekend and he will be cleaning us both. I intend to go much farther, bringing some friends in on Saturday and Sunday to give you the swimming in the deep end of the pool experience that both of you crave." I offer hopefully, trying to keep my tone light and playful so I don't scare her off.

Lynne sat silent, listening to every word I said and trying to absorb it all at once, before she clung to the slim life-raft of hope, "So you will train us to be your sex slaves?" Lynne asks hopefully, begging with the tone of her voice.

"You can count on it. But you both have to agree to be willing to go all the way." I caution.

"We will! We will!" Lynne nearly explodes with joy.

We said our goodbyes, and I started making the calls I needed to make to have everything work out.

"Hi Lucy. I have need of your 'Mistress L' aspect for a Private project." I say quickly. I imagine Lucy as she was the night of the big orgy at what is now her house, in her best lingerie of heels, hose, and garters. Atop that is her full leather dominatrix outfit of vacuum packed leather, thigh high boots, and a chauffeur's cap, with a black lace dress. Gazing hotly at me with a feral "I can't decide if I am going to eat you now or eat you later. Maybe Both!" smirk on her face. Lust incarnate to me.

"I live to serve you, Master. Command me." Lucy gushes in a voice so husky, filled with lust and longing I am instantly fully hard. Of course if Lucy had just read the phone book to me, it would have been the same result. 'Fucking smitten, Master, that is you. Slain by your own dick and her Domme tricks.' Tina says, shaking a finger at me in my mind.

"I have a friend. She thinks she wants to be trained to be a submissive, when what she needs is to be my submissive and her bi-cuckold of a husband's Mistress, so a switch really. In other words, I need you to tell me if she can be trained to be a switch as perfect as you." I gush in response, knowing the compliment is over the top and still less than the truth as I see it. More perfect than perfect?

"So what do we have to work with Master?" Lucy asks as I can practically hear her narrow her eyes over the phone as she concentrates, focusing on my forthcoming description of Lynne. Lucy is trying to size up how much fun this project will be for her. Yet inside she is glowing like the Sun from being called the perfect switch - by me. I can feel the phone melt from her heat in my hand.

"Her name is Lynne. Think of a raven haired Pia Zadora whose curly hair reaches down below her tits like yours, or a white clone of Deidre with less muscle tone. I trust you can fix that over time. She has some bi experience with another close friend who has passed, Nanette's mother Virginia. Makes sense to get Nanette involved at some point just so Lynne can share the whole Mother/Daughter notch on her belt with me. Her husband is Nathan, wiry thin dark haired almost bearded Italian without the stallion part, currently overdosing on cuckold and bi-cuckold porn, only a couple of inches taller. Also has FemDom fantasies, so exploiting that seems prudent. Neither of them have swinger experience, thinking trips to the local swing club may help broaden their horizons. Haven't met a bi-cuckold yet who isn't into BBC, so Jordan or one of his friends might be a good long term answer." I pause to try to remember the name of a person perfect to train Nathan.

"What was the name of that well hung tranny - Erica. See if Erica can join us Saturday night, with a longer term services contract if she works out. Buy a copy of the Master Tools chest and it's contents, they are going to need toys of their own. Get Deidre outfitted in a matching copy of your Mistress outfit and be there Saturday morning. Tell Dustin to flood the houses with contractors Friday through Sunday and keep everybody busy with group sex training." I instruct firmly, like I know how the solution to quantum gravity works and how to build a lightspeed starship, which considering the circumstances is just as likely as having the perfect solution for Lynne and Nathan. Plus probably less complicated.

"Are there any more moving parts you wish to add to this Rube Goldberg contraption, Sir?" Lucy teases, trying to simplify my plans if it is possible, ready to take control of the situation with her characteristic brashness if necessary, that has become natural to me over the years. The fact that she is basing her evaluation on the idea that I had a really complicated plan and what I told her is just not even close to good enough for her makes me wonder why she isn't in charge of everything around here. She sees the big holes in my plans but does not say them and instead focuses on what does work and how to make it work. Even if the finished design seems unnecessarily complicated. But seeing the big fracking holes in my plan, can she make them go away?