Mistress and Joan's Lesbian Play

"So how is Joan Mistress?"

Joan is the mystery woman who kidnapped me while Mistress and I were apart temporarily. It was an incredibly erotic experience I described in my story, 'Kidnapped Again'. It turned out that it was done with Mistress' blessing. They had been lovers in the past and were again from time to time in our new open relationship. I had never been able to watch them together but was treated to audio while I was hogtied and blindfolded in 'Fetish Olympics'.

"Funny you should ask. I was just about to call and see if she could drop by. She's been busy at work but texted me that she could use a little stress relief. And yes, she has a real job. Very few of us are lucky enough to make a living in the fetish business. You can relax and watch some of your horrible sports on TV or maybe I'll tie you up in the other room and you can imagine what's happening here."

"Either sounds fun but what I'd really like to do is watch."

"Darla, you're such a perv! But of course, so am I. I'd have to tie you up extra tightly so you couldn't get in the way. Let me text Joan and make sure she's cool with it. Go freshen your makeup and put on your catsuit. I know Joan loves that look. Boots too, the whole nine yards. Get moving!"

I did as Mistress commanded. I love wearing catsuits and boots even more than a skirt and blouse which was my usual daytime secretarial attire. I primped a bit in front of the full length mirror then lit a Winston and walked back into the living room.

"Oooh, nice baby. If Joan wasn't coming over I might have to take your cage off and fuck you. By the way, she's fine with you watching. The way she talked she's already wet thinking about it.."

I poured us both a glass of wine as we waited. I sipped a wonderful Chilean Sauvignon Blanc and finished my Winston.

The doorbell rang and I hopped up to answer. I didn't know how Joan would be dressed but I would never have guessed right in a million years.

Joan kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

"What's the matter Darla? Not what you were expecting."

I had only seen Joan in skin tight catsuits, spike heels or boots and dramatic makeup. What I saw was very different. She had low heels, nude stockings and a very conservative charcoal suit over a white blouse. Her makeup was conservative as was her jewelry. Her hair was up in a tight bun and she wore large round owlish glasses.

"Go ahead and say it Darla. I look like a librarian. Well guess what, I am. And right now I'm desperate for a glass of wine and a cigarette. Smoke breaks and liquid lunches are frowned upon in my profession."

I poured Joan a glass and lit her Winston. She explained that she was the CEO of the whole city system of libraries. Given her position, the conservative dress was expected.

"That's right Darla. I can't be quite as open about my fetishes as you two. I was getting desperate to let my hair down a bit. Speaking of which."

She freed her beautiful hair and shook it down.

"I told Mistress I was ok with you watching but only if I get to tie you up. You don't mind, do you? I thought not. Have a seat in your perfect bondage chair. I'm eager for some raw sex."

I sat down in the low backed chair we used to tie me up.

"Hands behind you Darla."

Joan set about wrapping and cinching my wrists. My ankles, above and below the knees were similarly tied. She ran a rope from my wrists under the chair to my ankles. She pulled my elbows as close as she could and cinched with a bar wrap in between. Finally she started the chest harness, tightly binding my arms to my chest above and below my DD's. She cinched each side securely. I was stuck.

She got the key to my cage and unlocked me. My clit sprung to attention.

"You naughty thing. Bet you wish I'd sit on it like I did in Jane's cabin. Today you'll have to get your jollies watching but having a nice hard clit and not being able to use it should be deliciously frustrating but fun for us to watch you squirm. Let's make it even more frustrating. Can't have you going soft, can we?"

She took thin cord and wrapped it tightly around the base of my clit before twisting it and using it to separate my bulging ovaries.

"There! So pretty if I do say so myself. Cigarette before I gag you? I thought so."

She put a Winston between my painted lips and lit it. She coolly smoked her own as she circled me, checking the knots and generally enjoying her efforts at making me totally helpless. Just exactly what I wanted too!

I finished my cigarette with Joan's help while Mistress watched with a smile on her face. She handed Joan a harness gag with panel over the extra large ball. Joan worked it back and forth until it popped into my mouth. She buckled all the straps tightly. Nothing intelligible would be coming out of my mouth with this monster in place.

"Joan, why don't you go into the bedroom and get ready. Everything off but your heels. You know where they are in the closet. And don't forget your collar."

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress saw the puzzled look on my face.

"That's right Darla, Joan is dominant to everyone but me. I don't always domme her. Sometimes we just ravage each other but today I'm in charge. In case you were wondering if we ever switch, the answer is no. I don't sub for anyone."

Joan walked back in wearing nothing but 4 inch spike heels and a leather collar. She handed small padlocks to Mistress who locked her collar in place the did the same for her shoes. Joan stood demurely, head down in front of Mistress.

"I think you've been a bad girl Joan and bad girls get punished."

"Yes Mistress. I have been very, very bad. I've neglected you and I deserve to be punished for it."

"You will be but first show me how much you missed me."

Mistress put her arms around Joan, drawing her into a deep lipstick on lipstick kiss. I imagined their tongues probing and exploring. She reached down and buried two fingers in Joan's pussy. Joan raised Mistress skirt and found her sex. I could see Joan's pussy glistening and she looked unsteady on her feet, so intense the feeling. They must have kissed and groped for 10 minutes, falling onto the sofa together. Mistress quickly shed her clothes and Joan went to her knees and attacked Mistress' pussy with her mouth. The sight of these two stunning women devouring each other was erotic to say the least, and given my helpless state, very frustrating. If I hadn't been tightly bound I'm not sure I could have resisted joining in, consequences later be damned.

Finally Mistress pushed Joan away.

"That was so very nice. Joan has a very talented tongue. Doesn't she Darla?"

I could only nod in agreement.

"As good as it was, you're still going to be punished for neglecting me. And for a library no less."

She spun her around and tied her hands. Mistress led Joan to a table and had her bend over it. She ran rope from the D ring on the front of her collar down around the table legs and tied it off. She grabbed her hair and pulled her head back then shoved a ballgag into Joan's mouth.

She started with her hand. A hard rhythmic spanking. She picked up a crop next and used it on her dripping pussy. After multiple blows she moved to a flogger. Poor Joan squealed into her gag but I could tell she loved every minute of the attention.

"Now that you're all warmed up, let's have some real fun."

Mistress stepped into one of her many strapons. One of the bigger ones. She took Joan's gag out and held it in front of her.

"Show me how bad you want this in your pussy. If you can take it all, I'll fuck you. If not, I'll put the gag back in and use a paddle on your behind."

Mistress started fucking her face and I thought there was no way she would take it all. I guess where there's a will, there's a way. Joan deep throated it, much to Mistress' delight. She put the gag back in and moved behind her bound beauty.

"Don't want the neighbors to hear you scream although it wouldn't matter. Betty is as twisted as we are."

There are all sorts of ways to put a cock in a pussy. From gentle all the way anything but. This was anything but. Mistress rammed the cock into Joan again and again. This was a fucking with nothing gentle about it. Mistress' strapon was double ended. She wasn't about to neglect her own pleasure. Mistress had a look that combined determination with pleasure as she pounded away. A slapping sound with each thrust until they both went over the edge. Mistress slumped over Joan's bound body, exhausted.

She pulled her cock from Joan's pussy and I could tell the way Joan was squirming that she was ready to be untied.

"Not so fast Missy. I'm not through with you yet. You stayed away from me much too long but I need a rest. With all you did to Darla in Jane's cabin I think it's only fair that she gets to have a little fun now that you're in no position to argue."

Mistress untied my legs and unfastened me from the chair. My hands and elbows were still tightly bound. She rolled a lubricated condom over my tied, hard clit and led me over to Joan.

"You're nice and hard so you should be able to manage this with no hands. Here's the deal Darla, pick your hole."

Oh my! I didn't have to think long. Mistress was pussy only and since Joan had her way with my man pussy it was number two all the way. I'm not sure Joan was all that happy about it and I would probably be punished later but that would be fun too!

It was so tight and took a while for me to penetrate but I did. A different feeling for sure but the tightness was exquisite. As ready as I was, it didn't take me long to climax at poor Joan's expense of course.

"Nice job baby. That was fun to watch. After all, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. But you know what, you looked like you enjoyed that a little too much. Let's flip the script."

Mistress freed Joan who gave me a predatory smile. Mistress led me to the table and threaded thin cord from the D ring on my collar under the table and around my dangling ovaries. Joan sipped some wine and smoked a cigarette while Mistress got me ready.

Joan stepped into the same strapon Mistress had used.

"Same deal Joan, pick your hole."

"Please take the gag out Mistress, I'm going to fuck this slut's face. The nice thing for you Darla is that cock was just in my pussy. Should be nice and tasty and just like I did, you're going to take every bit of it."

After what I had just done to Joan, she was none to gentle. She rammed the admittedly tasty cock deeper and deeper, holding my head as she did. She clearly enjoyed the other end buried in her pussy. I knew she had to desperate to cum and she wouldn't stop till she did. I did my best to help her along, using my mouth to create a circular motion. She pumped faster and faster as she brought herself to the edge then over it.

"How very nice. That is stress relief with a capital R. What should we do with Darla Mistress? I need to get buttoned up. I've got a meeting with donors tonight. Duty calls. I'd rather stay a play longer but I'll take what I can get. I'm not sure Darla and I are even yet. I may have to kidnap her for some extended torture."

"Any time Joan. She absolutely loves being kidnapped and tied up. Speaking of which, would you mind putting her back in her chair and make it tight. Don't forget the gag and the clit binding. She's not getting untied till I get all I want. She'll last longer the second time. At least, she'd better hope so."

I found myself back in the chair, tightly bound again, gagged and clit tied. Joan went into the bedroom and came back as a librarian, albeit an insanely sexy one.

She kissed me on the cheek.

"See you soon Darla and when I do, you're in for it!"

She and Mistress traded kisses as she left. Mistress turned to me and fingered my still limp clit.

"You must not want to get untied Darla. As you well know I have no problem leaving you tied for as long as it takes. Get busy slut!"

My orgasm with Joan had been an intense one so it took a while. Mistress sat on the sofa, still nude, with a glass of wine and a cigarette, reading a book. She showed absolutely no inclination to have mercy and untie me until she got what she wanted. Not that I expected anything different from someone as dominant as Mistress.

After what seemed like forever my clit started to stir. I gradually hardened and Mistress walked over to inspect her property.

"Well it's about time. Now don't you dare cum till I say you can or I'll leave you tied up all night and you know I will."

She lowered herself onto my clit and started moving slowly up and down, reminding me not to cum all the while. Her breathing quickened, her eyes closed and she bit her lower lip as her own pleasure mounted.

"Now baby, now. Cum with me!"

Needless to say I did and it was magnificent as it always is.

She stood up and went into the bedroom to clean herself, leaving me tied. As desperately as I wanted to be untied right then, I expected to be kept bound. It was her reminder to me who was unquestionably in charge.

I was eventually released of course. We shared an evening meal, watched a movie and had some wine. In a fantasy world we had sex again but we were both exhausted from the intensity of the day. We lay naked in bed, limbs intertwined. Mistress drifted off first. I followed her into sleep and thought I had to be the luckiest girl in the world.