There was no part of me that expected things to escalate so quickly. The merest hint that I might want to hook up with Raph and Bruce and suddenly I was exposed in front of them, doing their bidding, and cleaning ... was that cum off of them? How the fuck did cum get on Bruce? I figured these two were kinky - they just had that energy about them, but I didn't realize it was this extreme.
I was worried that I might be in over my head. God knows I had a huge repertoire of extreme fantasies but the wildest I'd ever really gotten was letting my boyfriends snap some nudes and the one time I'd taken off my panties under my skirt in a crowded bar and passed them to the guy I was with at his bidding. That one had turned me on beyond belief. If he'd asked, I would've bent over for him in the bathroom, no matter how sticky the floor was. To be honest though, I think it was the first time he'd ever tried anything like that too and he wasn't really prepared for me to go through with it.
I finished up the dishes and started that load of laundry. It felt weird wandering around our apartment naked. We'd all been naked together before at the spa but this was very very different. I had volunteered, by myself, to strip naked in front of Raph and followed up by submitting to her and Bruce's requests. My stomach was full of butterflies. I was nervous about what was happening here but also so excited - my pussy felt swollen and wet, so much so that I was nervous sitting down would leave a wet mark behind.
I wasn't sure how to play this from here. Should I keep on signaling my submission or play it cool? If I were going to submit to these two, what were my limits? Should I be their perfect little service sub or keep things more interesting by being a little bit bratty and playfully refusing them from time to time? The apartment had gone quiet, so I went back to my room to chip away at a few things while I waited for movie night.
When I heard Bruce and Raph prepping dinner in the kitchen I realized the next steps were in my hands. Had this all just been a fever dream or was it real? How ready was I to step into this world? I realized that my choices in the next few minutes were going to either confirm the new world we'd all trepidatiously stepped into or snap us back into the mundane reality of the pandemic -- and that insight is what made my mind up for me. We were locked in together for at least another few weeks. This didn't have to be forever, but it would definitely make the pandemic an adventure instead of a drag.
Okay I was in -- so what to wear? I wanted them to work for it, but not too hard -- and I didn't want my signals to be ambiguous. I spent a few minutes sliding the hangers in my closet around trying to pick out something that said, "Interested, but not overeager." I landed on a white halter sundress with a red and pink floral print. But what to wear underneath? This was my opportunity to really shine. I tried on three sets of lace lingerie in white, black, and red, looking myself over in the full length mirror. None of them felt quite right so I decided to save them for another time and just go naked underneath. Maybe there'd be an opportunity to flash my new doms. How naive I was.
I stepped into the kitchen and greeted Raph and Bruce warmly. They looked over at me like everything was completely normal. Fuck! They'd made spaghetti and meatballs -- a disaster for my mostly-white summer dress. I was going to have to be extremely careful.
"Oh hi Bianca!" Raph greeted me. She was playing it cool in an ordinary outfit.
"Hey. We made some dinner," Bruce added looking over at me. "You look beautiful."
I flushed and helped them finish setting the table.
"Is that a new dress?" Bruce asked.
"Not exactly, but the weather here doesn't let me wear sundresses very often," I responded.
"Well it'd be a shame if you got anything on it," he answered. "If I see even one fleck of spaghetti sauce on that dress during this meal you'll be immediately spot cleaning it and dining without it tonight."
Hot. My pussy was already warming up to his tone. How should I answer him. I couldn't overthink it. "Yes, sir." I said.
"Oh, and it's a messy meal but I love your face pristine and clean. After every bite you take I want to see you take your napkin and dab at your lips. I'll be tracking any infractions and you'll be sure to hear about them later if you forget, even once," he told me.
"Yes, sir. I understand. I'll keep my face pristine and clean for you," I answered him.
"You're also to sit up straight in your chair with the comportment of a lady, even if you're mostly just my latest slut," he finished.
