(This is virtually all a true story and I tried to write it as 3 different first person narratives but didn't like how difficult it was to keep track. Some of it is from the two subs that was given to me as lost letters. I've kept the changing fonts as a way to maintain at least part of that)
It was his slave's idea for them to get another slave together. Numerous threesomes had given her a taste of the excitement of Dominance and she was curious to explore it further. But it was more than that. In a few months she was returning to her home in South America for a few months and she wanted a girl to take her place at his feet.
Their relationship was not monogamous, just discreet. It was assumed that while she was away he would indulge his sexual needs as he might. She never asked about it just as he never inquired as to her outside explorations.
Their Master/slave bond was much stronger than any a casual fuck they might enjoy while apart.
As a symbol and reminder of her role she wore a chain around her slender waist that fits snugly enough to make its presence always known. It has no clasp and no lock. The end links had been fused closed so that only by cutting could it be removed. To an outsider it looks to be just a curious bit of jewelry but to them it was so much more. He also wore a bit of the same chain as a bracelet, it too fused about his wrist.
Their Dominant/submissive relationship was more than roleplay, it was who they were. And yet they were able maintain a general equality in the non-sexual parts of it.
He didn't realize at the time that she had an ulterior motive in her suggestion, one that made sense when he thought about it. She felt much more comfortable knowing who he was fucking and Dominating then imagining some unknown beauty.
And having a say in who that would be was another factor to put her at ease and give her a feeling of confidence.
Lu and Stan made no secret of their Master/slave relationship. Even besides the chain she frequently wore locked around her throat it was their interaction in private and in public that made it clear to even the most casual onlooker that she had surrendered herself to him.
They were discreet about it to varying degrees among their friends and acquaintances. Some, mostly the women, were curious about its inner workings. The fact that they were equals in their day to day relationship and yet property and owner in their sexual one was intriguing to them. Enough so that frequently it ended with them joining in a tryst. Depending on their penchant and often long hidden fantasies, they would join them as a Domme over Lu or, far more often, as her sex slave sister.
The men were far more pragmatic. Interested in the limitations of his Dominance. Was she whipped? (Yes, quite often.) Was her slavery exhibited? (Again yes, also quite often.) Could she refuse his orders or requests? (Sure, but since accepting his collar, she had never done so.) Like the women, they longed to join us. But they were even more shy about broaching the subject. He left the decision up to Lu. If she found the idea of inviting either sex appealing she'd let him know and let him guide the scene.
Drugs were very much a part of their activities, both social and sexual and were frequently included in the latter.
With most of their friends around getting high they went in the bathroom so they could start fucking just as the rush hit. With others, however, that they were interested in playing with, it was quite a different story.
When they set their eyes on a target they didn't stand a chance. The Master was quite good at spotting curious submissives and if she saw a guy or girl she wanted to submit to, he was always in favor of it.
They had discussed their friend Tim before but no opportunities had yet presented themselves. Until that night. They were pretty sure he was interested but he was too good a friend to say, "Stan, I'd like to fuck Lu."
Using the excuse that he had a fresh delivery of Peruvian product he wanted them to try, he came over. And though no mention of it had been made directly, there was a distinct sexual tension in the air.
They shared their taste for stimulant drugs and after doing a line of his exceptionally pure cocaine Stan sat back and ordered Lu, "Take your clothes off and come here and suck my cock."
Without a moment's hesitation she was naked on her knees before him fishing his cock out of his jeans. She adored my penis. She drew pictures of it and wrote poems about it. Being given permission to pleasure it was always a special treat. When she was in the mood for it she would negotiate an exchange, purchasing his blow-job with her pain.
Tim was startled but intrigued and clearly turned on. Lu was proud of her obedience and never hesitated to show it off.
After a moment, he pushed her back on her heels and said, "How rude of me. I was so horny I completely forgot our guest.
"Tim, would you mind letting Lu suck your cock?"
She and her Master exchanged smiles.
"She's already told me she'd like to."
In a flash she was between his knees opening the front of his jeans.
"One sec..., " he told her.
Stan picked up the polished stone they'd been snorting off of and still held a sizable mound of white powder and handed it to him.
"Do a line just as she starts."
With her Master to practice on Lu had perfected the drug rush blowjob. She took just the head of his uncircumcised cock in her mouth, teasing it gently with her talented tongue.
"Just rest the stone on her head, " he instructed.
This was something that they had discovered accidentally out of necessity one of the first times they'd done it and that she later revealed excited her very much. It was in part being objectified like a piece of furniture but also, she said, not being able to see his face made her focus all of her attentions on the cock in her mouth.
As soon as she heard Tim start to inhale she sucked as hard as she could on his shaft and as he continued she steadily took more and more of it into her. Until, by the time he finished, the tip was buried deep in her throat.
His was about the same length as her Master's but had a more circular cross-section. He was able to fill her throat with it. Stan's is wider horizontally than it is vertically and he can't get his past the cartilage at its entrance without it hurting but it does more effectively block her breathing.
She soon had Tim shuddering with arousal and Stan quickly removed the polished agate and its pile of cocaine.
She had been trained to never try to "top from the bottom." That is, to be bratty or misbehave in a way that would get her punished. Not that she was never disciplined. If they were 'in scene' and she did something that broke protocol like cumming without permission, losing track of, or forgetting to count aloud the number of lashes or cane strokes, or forgetting to say, "Thank you, Master." when being punished, then she was corrected.
These were administered immediately after the transgression and not allowed to interfere with their sexual roles or activities. They were always severe enough that she would make every effort to avoid them in the future. Cumming without permission was the most frequent violation. Largely because he used every tool: vibrators, fingers, dildos, and verbal arousal, to make it happen.
He knew her well enough to know exactly what excited her most and every physical manifestation of an impending orgasm. And, after once being caught and punished for it, she never tried to sneak in a mini one. If he suspected that she'd failed to hold back all he had to do was ask. He didn't know if it ever occurred to her to do so, but she would never lie. In fact, even when he didn't inquire she would confess, apologize, and ask to be punished.
But when she was horny (like all other subs, a pretty much continuous state) and he was distracted by some art project (likewise, given their drugs of choice back then, it was equally continuous), she was allowed to approach with an offer of her suffering in trade for his use of her.
A leather-covered paddle presented kneeling or a bag of wooden clothespins held in her teeth or his favorite heavy leather nine-tailed whip, she was permitted to choose the device.
But not how he would use them.
He was sure that when she brought him the clothespins she expected to wear them on her nipples and labia and perhaps a few other sensitive spots on her body and then be vigorously fucked. What she received was much more intense.
He had been writing on his typewriter or drawing or something and when she appeared on her knees at his side he paid her no attention. He knew the power of her lust and how to manipulate in just right to make her submit. He saw, after some time has passed, that she had started squirming in the uncomfortable pose.
"Sit still." he ordered and was instantly obeyed.
He was by now teasing himself as much as her. He finally reached a point where he could stop and cleared off the top of his desk. He lifted her up, enjoying how her aching knees betrayed her discomfort. He took the cloth bag of clothespins from her teeth and lay her on her back across the large wood surface.
He didn't speak as he found the padded leather blindfold and buckled it into place and then poured the bag of pins out beside her. It held over 100 hardwood clothespins whose steel springs gripped soft flesh cruelly.
Gripping her under the arms he pulled her up so her head hung over the edge. It was one of their favorite positions. Not only allowing him full access to the sensitive front of her body but a perfect pose while he fucked her throat. She told him that she loved how the disorientating position made her focus entirely on the cock in her mouth. It kept her grounded while being vibrated or whipped or roughly grabbed.
He started on her stiff nipples, just as she had expected. But then he added one after another after another after another. He gave her no pause to adjust to each one's sharp bite. He added them just a few seconds apart and watched as they worked their magic. Soon her body shone with perspiration. Soft moans followed placement on unsuspectedly sensitive spots- the sides of her ribs, soft underarm skin, the back of her calves.
She tried not to move since even a small shift sent waves of pain through her.
His erection responded to each one until by the time the bag was empty it was aching for attention. At a final count of 112 it was over 40 more than he'd ever decorated her with. Every breath was agony.
"Your pain is exquisite, " he whispered, and she gave a wan smile.
"Thank you, Master. I'm glad it pleases you, " she. gasped softly.
