The only thing better than getting paid to do something you enjoy anyway is to be paid for sitting back and watching something you enjoy. This was the case on what might be considered one of my more unusual stops just outside of Alberta, Georgia. My client in this case was one of my closest friends. Incidentally, she also happened to be the only other dom on my client list. Definitely an unusual arrangement.
Kyrie, of course, didn't hire me to dom herself. In the five years that I'd known her, I'd never caught any indication that she might have submissive tendencies. One of our other acquaintances was convinced that all doms have a hidden craving to be dominated themselves, but I've a feeling his theory was the product of being without a sub for too long. Neither Kyrie nor I had ever felt the need to switch positions with our slaves.
Why was I in Georgia, then? Definitely not to visit the friendly law enforcement, who delighted in pulling over PUR-verts like myself. No, Kyrie called me in every once in a while when she found a very particular characteristic in one of her women subs. Such was the case this August as I leaned back against the headboard of the stiff hotel bed and alternately watched the television and the beautiful scene at the foot of the bed.
Shelby was a prime example of what Kyrie called her "special girls". Apparently the young brunette was a virgin, at least by strict definition. Although she had that undeniable desire to serve and be dominated, Shelby had never had any kind of vanilla intercourse and was determined to save that for her marriage, whenever that fine event might take place. Clients like her were few and far between but Kyrie and I had developed some fun techniques which took great advantage of their particular quirk.
"I can't hear you, slut!" snarled Kyrie. She looked absolutely stunning. My small-chested friend wore a customized outfit made for her by a friend of ours on the Internet. The entire garment consisted of strips of leather which wrapped around her arms, legs, stomach, and upper chest, leaving about an inch of exposed flesh between each strip. Her nipples were barely covered by one dark expanse and although her pelvic area appeared hidden at a glance, her pussy and ass were perfectly accessible. Thick lengths of red hair hung as far down as her waist and her beautiful blue eyes danced merrily at me.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," mumbled the girl bent over the bed near my feet. She was a cute one, some college girl with long legs and large, soft breasts. Said breasts were rested on the edge of the bed at the moment as Shelby knelt on the floor. Her ankles were pulled up, bound to her wrists, and the young sub glared at me as Kyrie had her fun.
"I still can't hear you! Do you need more?" I flickered a glance at Kyrie's riding crop, somewhat annoyed. Kyrie liked her subs to be loud, which I understood, but I was trying to hear the TV.
"No, Mistress, I don't need more!" whined Shelby. I gave up on hearing the news. Instead, I smiled at Shelby as the crop cracked yet another time against her tender, glowing ass. She cried out and jumped, breaking eye contact with me.
That was the point to my presence, of course. Shelby desired humiliation, and there're very few things more degrading than having someone else laugh at your suffering. The mere fact that a third party was watching made it clear to Shelby that she was the property of Kyrie; I didn't even have to touch the girl. Simply lying on the bed, clothed and amused, contributed greatly to the atmosphere of the scene.
A commercial on the television caught my attention suddenly. A ceramic pig-like thing with grass growing out of its back was being advertised. It gave me an idea.
"Look, Kyrie, Chia-Butt! Been too long without a nice rear end to spank? Despair no more, you can grow your own in less than thirty days!"
Kyrie looked up from her subject's nicely striped ass, attempting to give me an icy stare before she cracked up helplessly. Shelby didn't look nearly so amused. I guess the riding crop had spoiled her sense of humor for a while. Hands still bound to her legs, the girl was rubbing her chest against the mattress as hard as she could. The milky skin of her breasts shivered nicely as she attempted to stimulate her nipples.
"All right, if you're that bored, maybe it's time to let you have some fun," my friend admitted. I just smiled, resorting to childishness for a moment as I stuck my tongue out at the writhing blonde. She whimpered slightly as Kyrie walked around to the side of the bed, trailing the crop against the sub's tortured ass.
"Shall I help you out of those?" inquired Kyrie. I assumed she was referring to my jeans.
"Please do," I answered. "There's something in there I want you to see!"
"Just see?" Kyrie asked mockingly. Crawling onto the bed, she scooted around into a comfortable position. Shelby stopped moving, watching intently as her mistress lay on her stomach with her head near my lap.
Never taking her eyes from the girl's, Kyrie pulled the metal button on the jeans open with her mouth. One of her hands was braced on the bed for support, the other was stroking her crop. I reached down and caressed the smooth, silky ass which rose partway off the mattress to meet my hand. Very soon, Kyrie had my jeans open and the head of my cock pulled free from confinement. Shelby was looking decidedly hungry.
"Would you like a taste of this, slut?" Kyrie asked.
Shelby nodded and received a blow from the crop on the side of her hip. Although she'd given oral sex to both women and men before, I knew that part of the girl's training was to be denied any kind of sex with men.
"You're not supposed to be interested in these," admonished Kyrie.
"Yes, Mistress," came the answer. Shelby's enraptured gaze gave away her lie, though.
Kyrie's tongue licked out once and I sighed. Work is so very difficult. My penis rapidly lost its flexibility as the redhead slid her tongue around the head slowly, never taking her lascivious stare from Shelby. When my half-clothed groin began to grow uncomfortable, I stopped Kyrie and quickly stripped. That accomplished, I settled back down and busied myself with kneading at my friend's beautiful cheeks while she wrapped one hand around my erection.
