Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
Tess-O'Meter -- Amber/Red!
Mike and I were enjoying our rekindled fuck buddy relationship, after a brief break in service, but had both been thinking that we needed to do something a little different.
Something to push ourselves harder.
The opportunity came when K- contacted me and asked if we could meet.
I thought this was a little strange, but as he was offering to sustain me with coffee, I agreed.
Coffee slut -- I'll own that.
As soon as K- started talking it became clear why he had wanted to start with me and not Mike. He was embarrassed.
K- was really interested in exploring the BDSM scene but what he wanted to experience more than anything, was humiliation.
He loved femdom porn and wanted to experience being helpless and belittled.
I pointed out that having this conversation in front of Mike would probably have done the job, which he found pretty funny.
I agreed to have a think. If I were not happy then neither of us would mention it again, or to Mike.
What? It was just coffee. It's not like Mike and I are dating or anything.
If I was happy to discuss it further, then the next conversation would be the three of us.
I had never been turned on by humiliation and certainly had never even thought about treating Mike that way.
However, I did feel like I owed K- at least to opportunity to discuss it fully.
I mean, he had helped us with some of fantasies, and technically had sort of fucked me.
Well, he had fucked the Fuck Doll, but as I was the Fuck Doll, I guess that counts.
Thankfully for K-, Mike was completely open minded about this sort of thing and was happy for us to include K- in another game.
His only condition was that the two of them be kept well apart while being dominated by me, as there was a big difference between playing with his best mate, and playing WITH his best mate, if ya know what I mean.
Okay, I'm not going to deny, I did have a naughty idea sneak into my head at that point, but I kept it to myself. A Mistress has to have some secrets and a game plan was forming in my mind.
I also saw an opportunity to live out one of my darker fantasies which had been circling in my brain.
I really wanted to experience being pushed past my pain limit.
This probably sounds weird, coming from a girl who sulks over a paper cut.
Mike, though still exploring the role, is a brilliant Master, because he genuinely enjoys hurting me, but only while I'm enjoying it.
If I am not aroused, his enjoyment ceases and so does the game.
He also has a natural talent for good pain and bad pain.
Mike had searched the world for some of our toys and our floggers were specially designed so that whichever one of us was wielding the whip could use all of our strength.
That was the point really, brutality.
(Plus, it's amazing for stress relief, way better than Yoga!)
The important thing is we can't do any damage. That's the beauty of the design.
Hurts like a bastard, and the more you take the more it hurts, but no cuts, no welts.
Mike's not into pain the way I am, but he fucking loves it on his ass.
I think Mike ordered them from Key West or somewhere like that. Along with my wrist cuffs.
My super amazing wrist cuffs.
I can release them if I need to, often Mike will bind my hands in such a way that I can reach the cuffs easily.
On other occasions when I'm spread-eagled, there's a device like a grenade pin. I can flick my finger under and release the cuff that way.
We tested them and they work really well, even if I'm hanging from the cuffs.
I am extremely pleased, smug, and proud to say that I have never had to use the release during a game.
Nor have I had to use my safe word.
This came about quite early on in our relationship when we met up at a hotel and Mike had sprained his ankle.
Very selfishly he refused to take the stairs to the 8th floor and dragged me into the elevator.
I panicked and clung to him, he was pretty bemused and asked me why I thought pressing my nose and mouth into his neck was going to increase the airflow?
"Don't do logic at me. It's not about logic," I had whimpered into his neck, incredibly thankful when we reached our floor and I could stumble out, literally shaking.
Actually, I'm much better in elevators now, usually because Mike has found other ways to distract me.
That had prompted Mike to consider much more carefully how he approached bondage with me.
The good pain or bad pain thing is harder to describe.
Stubbing your toe, or toothache, that's bad pain.
Being whipped on the inside of my thighs. Bad, bad pain. Horrible.
I dreaded opening my legs for my Master.
Often when Mike asked me to give him my pussy for the flogger, it was just too hard.
However, my stomach and breasts being flogged, that's good pain.
Mike knows this.
Make me hot and horny with a relentless frontal flogging and I'm all slutty submission.
Legs akimbo.
Here is 'your' pussy Master, do what you want with it.
He has a fairly good aim, so it is rare that he catches my thighs.
Each of us wanted something different from this game.
Mike had been desperate for ages to get me into the sub-zone, but it hadn't happened yet.
I suspected if I could release his barriers, get him to push me harder, he might get me there. Maybe having K- involved again would be the shove he needed.
He had gone a bit off the rails during our last game with K-. Basically, I needed him to embrace his dark side.
I wanted to be pushed past my pain barrier, and yes, I wanted to take the fall.
I wanted to go down the rabbit hole and submit completely, but that really was down to Mike to get me there.
K- wanted to be subjected to a femdom Mistress, one who would treat him like dirt.
It would be vastly different to what I did with Mike, but I felt that I could pull off the role, just one time.
The more successful I was, the more pissed off K- and Mike would be with me, the harder they would go on me, and the more likely we would all end up with what we wanted.
Mike and I both suspected that this was going to be a one-time deal for K-.
I made sure he understood that he would be bound, naked and helpless and I would push him hard.
Also, I was going to be touching him sexually. He needed to be comfortable with this.
Once we were all happy to proceed, we planned what we could.
We were using the cabin belonging to K's family of course.
He agreed to build a St Andrews Cross, which would go outside for my flogging.
My experience was going to be pretty basic.
Tight bondage, a hard beating (yes, I know I said the flogger's are safe, but they still bloody hurt) and use. Lots and lots of use.
For obvious reasons I did not tell the boys what I was going to do with my toys, but I showed K- where we needed some points to secure things to.
As K- is the carpenter, I also asked him to run me up a light wooden stick, like a rolling pin with a notch at each end. Like a mini trapeze.
Mike had interrupted this request and asked what I wanted it for.
The look on his face was classic and I was laughing so hard, I struggled to convince him that I wasn't planning on 'ball bashing' anyone.
I would start, dominating both of my toys, and then we would swap roles and they would take their revenge.
Come the day as soon as Mike and I arrived at the cabin, I raced outside to see the St Andrew Cross.
Then I nearly came on the spot.
It was so imposing, and so intimidating.
The centre cross was bolted together so K- could dismantle and store it in his workshop without anyone being any the wiser as to what it was.
Clever chap.
K- wasn't arriving for a while so Mike dragged me away from the cross and we relaxed the old-fashioned way, before showering and preparing.
We had agreed that I would get Mike started prior to K- joining us.
Mike helped me to set all the ropes up, and then grinning, took his place under his hook.
I was really excited now; I just love having Mike under my control.
I cuffed his wrists but didn't raise his arms yet.
Instead, I blindfolded him and alternated between teasing him and continuing to set up for the fun.
We were not really into our roles at this stage, still chatting normally.
Apart from my stealing a kiss from my bound man or giving his cock an unexpected tug to keep him semi-hard.
Mike was still laughing every time I teased him and begging Mistress to please touch him again, or please suck his cock.
He was gradually starting to get more excited, and more nervous, as I had warned him there would be some pain involved during this game.
K- was late so by the time his knock on the door came, I had Mike well frustrated.
I had gagged him about 10 minutes earlier as his begging was relentless.
I had needed to raise his cuffed wrists a little higher, to waist height, as he had tried to touch himself.
That cock was my toy now, so he had no right to try and touch it.
I was stood behind Mike, my arms around him, teasing his balls, as he tried to lean back into me or move so my hand or wrist would rub against his cock.
When the knock came, I stopped and just stood for a moment my hands flat against his abs, holding him against me.
I kissed his shoulder, "You good to go?"
"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled around the gag, still breathing hard.
I raised his arms until he was stretched towards the ceiling.
Rock hard, flushed, and ready.
Plus, nervous. I really like the nervous.
K- had known that he would have to knock and wait, so he was still waiting patiently when I opened the door for him.
"Hello K-."
"Hello Mistress," he stammered, already a fiery red.
I moved aside and motioned for him to come in, pleased to see his hair was still damp from the shower that he had been instructed to take.
He walked in and then stopped dead, staring at Mike hanging by his wrists from the rope.
I don't know why he was so surprised; he had seen me in a similar position, and Mike was not even in very severe bondage.
His body was long and open and vulnerable, but he only had the weight of his arms on his wrists.
Maybe it was the gag and blindfold and the fact that Mike's cock was swollen and throbbing.
"Er, okay," he said.
"K-?," I walked in front of him, pulling his eyes away from Mike.
"Yes Mistress."
