The author gratefully acknowledges the valuable contributions made by Mike and Tina, especially Tina's willingness to share her promiscuity, as well as their constant encouragement to share this story.
"Sweetie, I'd like to have a guest over this weekend," Jessica began after she had made Mike a fabulous dinner with all his favorite dishes and her best wine.
"Sure, Peaches, you can bring your friends over any time, you know that," he replied, not even looking up from his salad.
"Sweetie, she is special. She likes different things."
"Peaches, ALL your friends like different things," he smiled, "You can bring them if you want. Who will it be this time?"
Jessica swallowed slowly, measuring her words carefully, "Tina."
"Your Domme? Peaches, you talk so much about her, I cannot wait to see her! I can just imagine her eating your sweet, juicy pussy while I fuck your tight ass!"
Jessica blushed and lowered her eyes, "Yes, sweetie, that is a nice thought. There is something else, though…"her voice trailing.
"And what would that be?" he grinned.
"Sweetie, she wants to dom you as well."
"Forget it." He pushed away from the table and walked away into the living room to read.
For days on end Jessica pleaded and begged. She called him at work; she tried to talk to him at home. He would not entertain the thought; he would not even listen to her. She pouted. Many a nights were not-tonight-I-have-a-headache; many a days were spent in her solitude. Jessica even refused to undress in front of Mike at night, preferring to go into the bathroom, and emerge in pajamas, turning around and feigning sleep. Finally, after a few weeks of this tantrum, Mike gave in. "Okay, Peaches, bring her. But no kinky stuff for me. Is that clear?"
Jessica could not believe her wish was finally coming true! She kissed him and hugged him. She could not do enough to please him that evening. She gave him the best sex she could possibly imagine, riding him, pumping him, sucking him and doing everything in her repertoire to express her appreciation.
She called Tina, gave her the good news and listened carefully, thanking Tina for her suggestions and hung up. "Sweetie, Tina is coming over this Saturday. She also mentioned she does not want us to have any sex. That won't be a problem because I will be getting my period on Tuesday!"
Mike shrugged. Once a month, they had agreed a long time ago, they would lie together at night, cuddle up close, but not have sex. "Recharging our batteries," Mike used to call it.
By Wednesday they were both hyper excited. Thursday both were aching with desire. Friday they both knew they were about to explode. Saturday morning was devoted to tidying up the house perfectly, getting Jessica all pretty, her nails and feet just perfect; her hair just right.
It was on Saturday noon that Jessica got a call from Tina with the instructions. She stammered, hesitated, and finally gave in. "Sweetie, Tina says she wants you bound, you know, on our Louis XIV chair."
Mike laughed, "Forget it. Call her and tell her to shove it!"
"Sweetie, please, you promised."
Mike was so horny by now that reason had escaped his brain, "Okay, Peaches, if that is what you want."
Jessica kissed him lavishly. They peed together, as they always did, she sitting on the toilet and he straddling her, their streams intermingling, showered, and got ready. In less than ten minutes Tina was scheduled to appear. It was the longest ten minutes ever in their lives! How they were looking forward to it! Especially Jessica!
Together they went into the bedroom. Mike sat on the lavish chair, its delicate brocade fabric feeling so tingly. "Sweetie, she wants you with your underwear on." Mike looked at her quizzically and put on a fresh one, sitting down. Jessica looked at him, savoring his entire body, and proceeded to bind him to the chair, just as Tina had commanded. First she bound his ankles to the feet of the chair. Then came the knees to the top of the legs of the chair in such a way that Mike's knees were wide apart. His elbows were bound to the back of the armrest, and finally his wrists to the end of the armrests. Mike's limbs were completely immobilized, and even if he tried to move his hips, there was not much give in the ropes to allow much movement. Jessica made sure that all the ropes were secure and smiled, "One more thing she said, sweetie," and with that she reached in under his underwear and bent his erection down, almost tucking it under his testicles."
Mike squirmed, not quite used to having his erection bent down, "You're sure, Peaches, this is what she said?"
She smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Sure, absolutely sure! You look so handsome and so virile, sweetie!" quickly and with nothing that Mike could do about it, she slipped a blindfold over his eyes, making sure he could not see a thing. Perfect.
He sighed.
Just then the doorbell rang. Jessica looked at her watch, "Tina is sharp and punctual," and she practically ran to open the door, greeting her with, "Tina, it is so nice to see you! Welcome home!"
"Shut up, bitch."
Mike shivered. This was a nasty-sounding Domme if he had ever heard one.
What he did hear was the footsteps of the two women approaching and entering the bedroom. Then no more sounds.
Then he heard the sound of Jessica breathing heavy as she took off her blouse. Tina must have pointed to her and ordered her to do it. Silence. Tina must be admiring Jessica.
The sound of Jessica's tiny 30-A bra unsnapping and Mike understood that Tina had ordered that to come off. Silence.
Jessica's jeans unzipped and coming off slowly, her panting loud and clear. Then silence.
Her panties. Mike was squirming in his chair, "Yes, Tina, make her strip naked for you!"
Tina walked over and slapped Mike across the face. "IF I WANT YOUR ADVICE, I WILL BEAT IT OUT OF YOU! FOR THE TIME BEING, SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU!"
She walked away. Silence.
A slap. A hard slap. Mike heard Jessica turning slowly. Tina must have slapped Jessica's tight ass really hard as her command for Jessica to start turning, modeling her body to Tina. Jessica kept turning slowly on her feet: Tina must be admiring her naked body.
Jessica moaned, then screamed. Mike knew that particular scream: it was Jessica when her tiny nipples were being pinched hard. "Tina must be tormenting those exquisitely sensitive nipples," Mike thought, wishing he could at least see them trapped between eager fingers, but he already knew better than say something.
Then silence.
Tina walking away a few steps and opening a suitcase. Jessica moaned and started to cry softly. Whatever Tina was showing in that suitcase or taking out must be making Jessica cringe with terror. Tina slapped her tight ass and the crying ceased. The noises that followed explained what Mike was hearing and why Jessica was crying silently. Tina tied ropes around Jessica's ankles and wrists. A delicate collar came around her neck. Slender chains connected each wrist to its respective ankle and the collar to the ensemble. Thus, Jessica was on her knees on the floor, flat chest and tiny nipples pointing up, head tossed back. Tina took a good look at Jessica and laughed. Squeezing Jessica's nipples perhaps too hard, she spoke harshly, "Now, we are going to be really good girls, aren't we?" A sharper squeeze got the affirmative response from Jessica.
Tina laughed, "Good, cheap whore, now open your legs. Open them really wide for me." Jessica struggled on her knees to part her legs. It was hard work as she struggled. Tina lost patience, "WHORE, YOU SPREAD YOUR LEGS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, NOW DO IT FOR ME!"
Jessica cried something and struggled as best she could to open her legs. Tina laughed, "See what a whore you are? Even tied down, you know just how to spread your legs for everyone. You must be some really cheap lay! Say it!"
Jessica whispered, "I am a cheap lay…"
