(or Anthony Pt. 06)

Grace stood and straightened her dress. She walked back to the front door and grabbed her coat, purse and keys. "Thank you, my pet. See you soon." With that, she walked out the door.

Grace had planned this evening far in advance. She wanted to give Marc his every fantasy, even those he wasn't sure about. She didn't make a habit of staying in touch with previous subs but on occasion would check back in with them. Anthony was one of her better sub relationships over the years but that had parted ways more than 2 years ago. She thought he may be up for something a little different so a week earlier, she called him and asked if he would sub for her in front of another sub. He agreed after they clarified a few ground rules.

She drove to the coffee shop where they had agreed to meet, only about 10 minutes from her house. She didn't want to leave Marc too long with his thoughts. She adjusted her hair and lipstick before going inside. He was already seated at a table when she walked in.

"Hello Anthony," she said and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

He blushed and murmured a hello back.

"Can I get you anything," she offered.

"No thank you mistress," he replied softly.

She sat down and took her coat off. She watched as his eyes followed the movement. "How are you feeling?"

"Excited. Nervous." He responded immediately.

"That sounds about right," Grace said with a smile. "My focus will be on you this evening. He will be furniture for most of the session, unless you are open to something else. He's been instructed only to speak if he has guidance for you but he will not command you or direct you. Only I will. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"If he's more than furniture, what would that mean?" He asked.

"Thank you for asking what's on your mind," Grace replied. "I could incorporate him in the scene in small ways. Asking him to tell you how to please me differently. Or even being involved with you directly. It's up to you."

"Whatever you think is best. You know my limits," Anthony responded. She nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"Yes mistress," he responded confidently.

She stood and he followed suit, reaching for her coat to help her into it.

"Thank you Anthony."

She turned and exited the cafe. He was close on her heels. He followed her to her car and opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she said as she got into her car. "Please get into the passenger seat."

He nodded and closed her door. Once he had joined her in the car, she watched him for a minute. His breathing was shorter than she would like. "Take a deep breath," she commanded. She watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, slowly exhaling like she had taught him. "Stay with your breath. Focus on grounding. I'll take care of you tonight. You are not in any danger. If you need to, we can stop at any time. Are you okay?"

"Yes mistress," he said, breathing more evenly.

"Give me your hand," she said softly. He held out his left palm and she took it and placed it on her right thigh. "This should help you stay grounded. And keep breathing."

He nodded. "Do you need anything else?" She asked. He shook his head. "Okay, let's go then."

Before she started driving, she pulled out her phone and sent him a text. "On my way home".

The 10 minute drive felt long. She wasn't sure if it was Anthony's hand warming her thigh or the anticipation of how tonight might go. She had high hopes and expectations but knew things could change.

As she pulled in the driveway, she felt Anthony's hand twitch and tighten slightly on her thigh. She parked the car and turned it off. She saw part of Marc's leg through the window near the front door. Good, she thought. He's kneeling and ready. He had probably heard her car pull in.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to do the same for Anthony. She put a finger under his chin and moved his face so they were facing each other. He was looking directly into her eyes. "We're here pet," she murmured. His breath fanned her face as he suddenly exhaled. She could see how excited he was. He was always so responsive.

She let her finger trail down his neck and watched as he shuddered and goosebumps formed on his skin. She let her finger continue down his chest and drew light circles around his nipples. He moaned softly.

She continued until she reached his lap. She traced the outline of his cock. "Such a good boy," she murmured softly. He moaned in response and his cock twitched.

"Let's go, Anthony. I have plans for you."

She heard him gulp and take a deep breath before he opened the door. She waited as he came to open her door too.

As she stepped out of the car, she leaned into him and kissed his cheek. Marc was her long term sub and call her a romantic, but she wouldn't kiss another sub while she was his domme.

They walked up to her front door and as she put the key in the lock, she felt her heart beat faster and her stomach tightened. She was nervous. Could she give them both what they needed without breaking their limits? She took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hello pet," she said to Marc as she patted him on the head. She watched as his eyes widened as he realised what was happening. "Please hang out coats." Anthony helped her out of her coat and wordlessly and without eye contact handed it to Marc along with his own. She watched their reactions to each other. Marc seemed stunned and Anthony seemed shy and unsure.

Taking control of the situation, she pulled Marc by his collar and said "Go sit in the bedroom in the blue chair. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You are furniture this evening." Then she leaned in and lightly kissed him and whispered, "Make me proud, my good boy. You have your safe word if you need it." And then she stepped back.

"Yes mistress," Marc choked out as he walked to the bedroom.

She turned around to check on Anthony. His face was red and looking at her shoes. "Anthony, are you okay?"

She watched as he took a deep breath. "I think so Mistress."

"Do you want to continue?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," he stated confidently.

"Do not speak to him, only me. I want all of your attention and focus. Remember he's furniture. For now." She smirked at the end of her sentence.

He smiled back at her and nodded.

They walked together to her bedroom and she made a point not to look in Marc's direction. "Have you been a good boy this week Anthony?"

"Yes mistress. I haven't touched myself all week."

"Very good boy," she said. Knowing she was torturing Marc but confident that he trusted her and would use his safe word if he needed it. She ran her nails up Anthony's arm and neck and into his blonde hair. She tightened her grip, exposing his throat to her, and licked his neck.

He moaned and she felt him twitch.

"Strip," she ordered. "And lay on the bed."