Lena Et Tatiana Ch 01

[This story is FF/fm. It involves bondage and S/m. I am learning so I appreciate any comments as long as constructive]

"Mm smells nice, baby." He said walking into the warm fragrant kitchen. On the stoves pots were boiling with sauces and vegetables, he could see the glow from the oven, steam seemed to hang at the top of the room. His beloved stood before the stove, a guilty look as he caught her tasting red sauce from a wooden spoon. She half giggled as she blew and then tasted, her other hand underneath the spoon to catch any drops.

She looked stunning, dressed simply in one of his shirts with nothing else at all beneath. Bare feet on the tile floor and long bare legs, one cocked slightly as she tasted her own recipe. She tasted and swallowed, waving with the spoon as she did. "Special occasion?" He asked light heartedly as he came in, loosening his tie. "Do love that sauce."

"Yeah... well umm... that's a shame honey..." She said with a coquettish grin as she walked over to him to give a warm welcoming kiss. "Sorry sweetie but this isn't for you tonight, baby".

"What do you mean babes?" He asked, curiously, assuming that naturally this was mere banter between them. Kissing her lips once more then playfully pecking her forehead.

"I mean sweetie, this isn't for you tonight," playfully tapping his nose with the wet spoon. "Lena and Tatiana said they wanted to see me tonight, so I said they should come over and I'd cook." She stepped back to the counter, stirring the sauce and acting as if this news could mean something.

"I don't understand... am..."

"Listen, they specifically are coming to see me. Not us,

me

. To quote: 'to fuck you like the little bitch you are'. So they are here to see and fuck

me

. No invite for 'lil you baby boy." She explained further, taking a sip from her glass of wine. Loving the look of him standing there dumbfounded.

"So I'm supposed to just hide in the bedroom? Or go to the pub, kicked out my own apartment?" He was acting incredulous; however, an act was all it was. This had happened before with other visitors. Despite the mock outrage it was an honest question of whether he was to be 'unseen' in the apartment or to make himself scarce.

"Aww baby boy." She taunted in a mocking tone. The dance continued. "Actually baby, I want you to stay this time. Just be seen but not heard." She winked teasingly at him. The message perfectly clear.

"Ah... I see babes. I'll go shower and give the living room a hoover, then I'll change the bedsheets." He exited, beginning to compile lists in his head of things needing to be done for the apartment to be perfect for visiting guests but stopped and poked his head back into the kitchen: "At least make enough for leftovers for me, baby?"

"I always cook too much anyway so no worries. And hey!" He stood fully in the doorway at her beckoning: "Fucking address me properly for the rest of the night, okay? You want something, I might let you beg for it. Or I might not." She shrugged like the allowance mattered not to her.

"Yes Maitresse." He calmly replied and retired.

He didn't shower at first; cleaning the house was more important to them than his own immediate cleanliness. A time hadn't been stipulated but it was safe to guess that there was sufficient time. The living room was first, it was sufficiently clean anyway: she was a switch and he a submissive and they ensure the house was always ready for visiting Dominants. However, he hoovered the plush carpet once more and gave all the surfaces a dusting. He was tempted to check the drawers and ensure everything was laid out just so, both the vanilla functional ones and the naughty ones; but, he was certain they were perfect and he knew that his lover always made a point of making them a final check.

As he walked down the hall unbuttoning his top to begin in the bedroom he heard his lover's voice: "Oh, boy! Don't worry about the bedroom, Miss Tatiana is feeling Dommy tonight and you know she likes to stay in the living room when bossy. Bedroom when she feeling slutty. Luv ya." Her head ducked back into the steam of the kitchen.

Which was fair enough, he headed to the bedroom and began to undress before a nice warm shower. His mind racing and excited at the prospects of the evening to come. His cock springing and poking through his boxers as he removed his work trousers. His lover... his Maitresse, entered the room in time to witness this. Seeing it hang there directly in front of him, full attention: yes, Ma'am.

She moaned to herself, cooing softly as she observed it. It was so tempting. It was right there. Hard. Erect. She could almost hear his elated heart beat from the excitement pumping enough blood to the massive organ. She moaned further. Padding over to him, his eyes as always casted over her face, her eyes to begin with. Then down her slender body, scantily clad as it was. Then settling on her beautiful little feet. The objects of his ultimate captivity every time she desired.

She licked her lips. She had time. She could just fuck him now. Or just wank that hard purple cock right into her hungry mouth. God yes! Yes! Yes! She crossed over to him, pressing the palm of her hand flat against it. It jumped against her press. She wanted to grip her fingers around it. Pump it. Pump it hard until his seed just flushed out on her. Or on him. Or any-fucking-where.

No... she couldn't. Bad Miss. She was ordered not to. Damn! She held her hand back and smacked him hard on the balls with her hand. He gasped out loud in pain. She did it again, a sharp merciless slap with the flat of her palm. Another agonised gasp. It wasn't strictly is fault. Not at all. But he was her slave tonight and he should be punished for her not getting what she wanted.

"Go shower." She said, her attempt at coldness not masking her frustration and only adding to his arousal.

[This story continues in next chapter.. I appreciate this is without much interaction but putting everything together and picking chapter points was difficult. Please tell me where I go wrong in comments]