It was finally time for a night I didn't think would ever really happen. My Sir had asked me to bring my sub with me to see Him. He wanted to see me in that role, watch me use my sub to pleasure myself.
I never thought I would be a switch. Submissive behavior comes so naturally to me when I'm around a dominant. But it never appealed to me in anyone else. This man was different. When I saw his submission, it wasn't a weakness. Instead of turning me off, it inspired me to be a better sub myself. And what an experience it had been, to affect someone so much with just the sound of my voice or the touch of my hand. A very different rush. But tonight I was going to have to be both. Servant and master. Demure and commanding. Quiet strength serves well in both modes, so hopefully I will manage it well.
We walk to the door of Sir's house, my sub slightly behind me and to one side. I've already instructed him to hold himself normally. I don't want him to be meek in the presence of my Sir, just well behaved. They are both men worthy of respect. Which is why I chose them. I ring the doorbell, Sir opens and welcomes us in, hugs me hello. Everyone is introduced, and from the outside looking in, you might think we were there for a dinner party. Conversation is light hearted and casual. Drinks are poured. I watch them both banter, amused at how similar they are and yet so very different. I definitely have a type, although you'd have to know them both very well to understand. Both mine, in very different ways.
My sub reaches over occasionally to stroke my hair, because he knows that pleases me. I see Sir watching how we interact. It has my adrenaline pumping. Is He pleased with how I handle my sub? Is He enjoying what He sees? The subtle interactions? I know He catches them. He's very observant, beyond just liking to watch. There's a lull in conversation. I see the look in His eyes change, and I know that hanging out time is over.
"Go ahead and take your clothes off," Sir says. I rise and immediately remove all my clothing, folding them nearly and setting them aside. My sub doesn't move, but he's watching for any signal from me. I don't look at him yet. I'm focused on Sir in the same way he is on me.
"Go get the blanket off the bed upstairs and lay it here in the floor," he tells me. I snap my fingers, and my sub comes directly in front of me on his knees. "Move the coffee table back and out of the way, while I go get that." He scrambles to do my bidding, as I trot off upstairs to retrieve the blanket. I make him help me spread it out evenly on the floor. I know it's most likely that Sir will sit on the couch to watch us in the floor. I go to my knees in the middle of the blanket, hands folded on my legs, and motion for my sub to do the same. My eyes are on Sir. My sub's are on me, but flicking back and forth. Sir isn't the only one who likes to watch. My sub has heard me talk about being with Him, but never gotten to witness.
"Are you ready?" Sir asks me.
"Yes sir, I am," I respond, respectfully but confident.
"Show me how he eats My pussy."
"Yes sir."
I turn to my sub and tell him to remove his clothing, all but the underwear. He does so quickly and efficiently, also folding his things neatly and putting them aside. I stand and tell him to come Snuggle. He assumes the position...on his knees, face resting between my breasts, arms wrapped snug around me, hands gently making small motions on my back and ass, drinking in the feel of my skin against his. I run my fingers though his hair, comforting, touching, reassuring. I lean down a little and tell him to give me a kiss. I accept a gentle press of his lips on mine, then shift my mouth close to his ear. I tighten my grip on the hair at the back of his head. "Time to make me proud, my sailor. Show Him how well you know my body, how you can make His pussy respond to you. He wants to see it squirt. And I know you want every last drop. I know you can't catch it all, sailor, but know that if the wet spot on this blanket is more than I think it should be, there will be consequences."
"Yes Ma'am," my sub says. "Ma'am, I'm hard." I'm glad he remembers his instructions to let me know when I make him hard. It always turns me on to know.
"Go slow to start, sailor. Show Him how I like to be warmed up to the intensity we can achieve. You may kiss my body, you may touch my nipples while you eat me, and when I tell you, you can use your fingers as well, but not before," I say.
"Yes Ma'am," he says, slightly muffled as he can't resist nuzzling at my chest.
"Bring me a pillow from the couch for my head," I say. I step back and lay down, pussy facing Sir, legs apart. My sub positions the pillow under my head and then crawls between my legs, laying flat so he doesn't block Sir's view of what's about to happen. He kisses the inside of my thighs for his own pleasure. I know how much he loves them, and his arousal sparks mine. My eyes already threaten to close from the little frissons of pleasure it brings. But I want to see everything. Especially Sir. He has an intense look on His face, paying close attention, but also the slightest hint of a smile to let me know He approves. My sub's tongue slides between my labia, slowly licking from the bottom to the top. A soft purr of pleasure turns to a quick hiss as he touches my clit. My eyes narrow at the sensation, but I still catch the throb at Sir's crotch. I grin, because I also hear my sub's groan at his first taste of me in a long time. Both my men are pleased.
I lay back to enjoy the feeling. Sir never eats my pussy, and my sub is so very good at it. I'm determined to savor it. My hips can't help but rise to meet his mouth. I moan as he sticks his tongue deep inside me. He teases my clit, up and down, circles around, making it swell. He knows I'm almost ready, but he's still taking it slow. I grab the back of his head and push his face hard into me. I wrap my legs around his head, ankles crossed on his back, and squeeze him tight with my thighs. I hold him there until he starts to struggle. His face is so pressed against me that it's difficult to breathe. I know that, but I wait a beat longer. I like the way his face feels wiggling against me. I let go enough for him to pop up and catch a breath. I look up and Sir has pulled His long hard cock out of His pants and is slowly stroking it. I grab my sub's hair and pull his head up to meet my gaze.
"Make me squirt, sailor. Drink it."
I let go and he sucks my clit into his mouth. The feeling of my aching clit being sucked, the sight of my Sir's hard cock, and hungry look in His eyes sends me flying over the edge. I begin to gush, my sub greedily sucking it all down. My body spasms from the intensity. As I come down, I tell him firmly, "Stop." He immediately lifts his head well clear of me. I can see my juices glistening in his beard. I glance at Sir, who continues to slowly stroke, so I take that to mean keep going.
I look at my sub and say, "Slow." He starts again, slowly teasing as in the beginning. This time I let my eyes close, fully immersed in my own pleasure. When I feel that I can't wait any longer, I call out, "Release!"
My sub is a tiger chained for my use, pacing in his cage until the moment he's allowed to come out. When he hears that command, his whole demeanor changes. There's almost a snarl from him as he begins to greedily take what he wants. He knows from before that he's not allowed to leave marks, and that this time the command only applies to him eating my pussy. He pushes my legs far apart, and thrusts two fingers inside me. They curl just so and he slams them in and out of me, hitting my G spot and making me squirt hard. His mouth dives to catch it, sucking it up as it comes out of me. I'm wailing with the combination of pleasure and pain, back arched, body twisting and turning. He stays with me, firmly locked on my pussy, holding me down, devouring me like a mad man. I force myself to open my eyes and look at Sir. He's stroking harder and faster. I let my sub make me squirt 2 more times, both of us thrashing in the floor.
"Stop!" I call out. He instantly ceases and backs away from me a little. I lay still and catch my breath, watching Sir for any cues. He hasn't moved, but is watching intensely. Keep going is the silent message.
"Lie down, face up," I tell my sub. He starts to move to lay beside me. I get up and tell him, "No, you lay right where I was. Right in that wet spot. Feel how much you missed."
He moves over, a little wince as his ass hits the cold wet of my juices on the blanket. I walk over and stand with one foot on each side of his head, straddling him. I squat as low as I can.
"Lick," I say.
"Yes, Ma'am."
