"Mmmmm...ahh!" moaned Sarah. Her head gently rolled back and forth over the top edge of the sofa, scattering strands of long blonde hair all around her. She was wedged into the corner of the sofa at an angle, bracing herself by planting one of her elbows on the armrest. Her blue-and-white maxi dress was hiked half-way up her toned thighs. Her right foot rested on the shoulder of a man kneeling between her legs, and her other foot rested on the man's thigh. The stretchy, striped material of her dress was wrapped tightly around the man's head and her free hand rested on top of it: bobbing up and down with the motion.
"Oh fuck!" Sarah shouted breathlessly. Her chest heaved as she panted like an animal. Her eyes rolled to the top of her head and her body convulsed as waves of pleasure swept through her body. She grabbed the bobbing head with both her hands and held it steady, breathing heavily to let her body calm down. After a minute or so, she weakly pushed the head away with her hand and took her foot off the shoulder, sighing loudly.
"Did you enjoy it darling?" asked Claire, the tall redhead who was sitting opposite Sarah in an armchair. She tugged on the leash she was holding, and the naked man slowly backed out from between Sarah's legs. He struggled momentarily to extricate himself from the elastic material of the dress that was trapping his head down. Then he crawled back to Claire and kneeled by the side of her, facing the room. Claire wrapped the leash around her hand several times to shorten it and rested her arm on the man's shoulder, keeping the leash taut. She glanced at the handsome features of the face, now covered in a sheen of sweat after having been trapped inside Sarah's dress, and smiled approvingly.
"Oh god! That was fucking amazing!" exclaimed Sarah. She smoothed out the dress over her thighs and sat up straighter on the sofa. "Was he always so good at eating pussy?"
Claire laughed out loudly. "Gosh, no!" she leaned forward and crossed her legs. "It took months of training, didn't it boy?" she lifted up the man's chin with her curled-up index finger and looked at him quizzically. Scott, the leashed, naked man kneeling by her side, grinned and nodded.
"Can you train my boyfriend? He's fucking useless at it," Sarah said. Claire smiled and winked conspiratorially.
"How do you train someone to eat pussy?" asked Divya, a short brunette, who was sitting opposite both Claire and Sarah on a large cushioned chair. Jenny, her slender girlfriend, was perched on the armrest with her hand around Divya's shoulders, sipping a glass of wine. Divya patted Jenny's thigh and said, "I should be taking notes, honey." Jenny blushed and playfully slapped Divya's upper arm.
"I am actually curious to know how you guys came to be like this. He's like your slave, isn't he?" Jenny asked.
Claire laughed and took a sip out of the glass of wine from the table beside herself. "Yeah, kind of... I own him: body, soul and mind," Claire placed her hand on Scott's nape protectively. "About a year ago, we were just a vanilla couple. We were planning to get married, but, it turned out that he had run up a huge gambling debt," Claire paused to take another sip of wine.
"Was it a lot?" Jenny asked, leaning forward inquisitively.
"Well, paying it off would have wiped out our wedding budget. We had to choose between being debt-free or getting married." Claire cast a glance at Scott, who bowed his head in shame. "We paid off the debt, of course. However, my trust was completely shattered. How do I know that he won't go back to his gambling habits again and ruin our life? So, I gave him a choice: if we were to stay together, I have to be in charge."
