New Encounters

Ch. 1 An unscheduled meeting

Katy stood at the ironing board in the laundry room just off the kitchen, catching up on the week's ironing. He liked his shirts just so, and she'd finally perfected the technique and was quite pleased with herself. She was dressed rather simply today. T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, nothing fancy, since she was just doing chores around the house. She hummed quietly to herself as she went about her work.

She felt someone behind her a second before his hand slid around her waist. She knew it was a man from the feel of his body against the back of her. She also knew instantly that it was a stranger. She spun around quickly inside of the circle of his arm and planted her hands on his chest to push him away. The instant she pushed she locked eyes with Marc over the stranger's shoulder. The stranger laughed as Marc spoke a single word, "Stop."

The tone of his voice was all she needed. She froze with her hands firmly planted on the chest of a stranger who was still standing entirely too close to her. Still locking eyes with him, she opened her mouth to speak, to ask who this man was, to ask Marc to get him away from her, but he cut her off before she could form a single word.

"Quiet Bitch."

That's all it took. She knew with the tone and use of that one word in reference to her that she was to take her place. Her body responded before she could even think to tell it to do so. Her feet planted, she stood up straighter. She cast her eyes and chin down slightly. She crossed her arms at the small of her back, effectively displaying her chest and her ass.

This was the way he liked her. Proud and on display, but not so proud as to presume to look him in the eye. No, once he had called her 'Bitch' she was to take her place beneath him, and she relished in her place. They had played and experimented with BDSM enough that they had come to the realization that they both, not only liked it, but needed it. Marc reveled in his role as her dominant and she had never been more fully herself than she was in her submissive role with him. It was a life they lead outside of their everyday roles. No one else knew what went on behind closed doors. Well, until now. Katy desperately wanted to know who this man was and what Marc was doing. There had never been a discussion of bringing others into their lifestyle. She had never even entertained the idea. Apparently Marc had.

When her body responded to Marc's command, the stranger had dropped his hand from her waist, but he did not budge as she displayed her body within inches of his. She could hear a low grunt of approval from him and she knew he must be eyeing her breasts which were thrust in his direction with only the barest of t-shirts and lacy bras to cover them. He lifted his right hand and let it brush against her breast before grasping her shoulder. He then slid it up her neck in a way that caused her to tilt her head slightly to the right, but she never looked up. In one motion he wrapped his hand in her ponytail, the way all guys seem to know how to do and pulled down just enough to not cause any pain, but make her tilt her chin up slightly. Because she kept her eyes cast down, as she knew she was supposed to do, she could just see his strong scruffy jawline in profile as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. She inhaled his strong musky smell as his lips brushed her ear and his warm breath caressed her ear and neck. She felt a definite warmth and tingle between her legs as he spoke.

"Got you trained just so, doesn't he, Katy-girl?"

He was slightly pressed against the left side of her body and now slid his free hand over her right hip and firmly grasped her waist. She wanted desperately to pull away from him. She wanted to ask Marc what the hell was going on. Who the hell was this? No one called her 'Katy-girl'.

She let out a slight whimper as she fought the urge to pull away.

"What's wrong there, Katy-girl? You don't like me? It's ok, you will. We'll get to know each other really well soon enough." He had started to slide his left hand up from her waist and was using just his thumb to caress the underside of her breast as he spoke into her ear. His breath was warm and his tone, though very condescending, was just commanding enough to cause her body to react, whether she wanted it to or not.

Before she could lose her wits, Marc finally spoke again. "That's enough. Step back and give her some space. She doesn't know what the hell's going on, and the fact that she hasn't kneed you in the nuts is saying a lot for her restraint."

The man slowly, reluctantly stepped back from Katy, but not before he pressed himself into her left hip just enough that she could feel his excitement growing. As grateful as she was that Marc seemed to have control of the situation that she was completely lost in, she couldn't help but wonder at what the stranger had in mind for her. Marc commanding her into her submissive role had instantly awakened her sexually, and there was little to no question that this was headed toward that end.

"Look at me" Marc commanded of Katy.

When she lifted her eyes to meet his she couldn't help but look at the stranger who stood between them. He was taller than Katy, but not as tall as Marc, who stood a bit over six foot. Broad chested and seemed to be in decent shape. Katy remembered his muscled chest that she'd pressed into and decided that yes, he must be in good shape. Handsome, by most standards, with light eyes, short brown hair and groomed but scruffy facial hair. Katy had always like a little scruff to scratch at her thighs...

She met Marc's eyes with a thousand questions in hers. He held her eyes, but gave the faintest of grins, in an effort to calm her just a little. Scared was good. On edge was good. He liked her on edge.

"Good girl" Katy loved to hear him say that. There was no higher praise than those two simple words. It meant that she had done exactly as he wanted and would most definitely be rewarded. But she showed no signs of pleasure or distaste. She held her position and held his eyes. This was her Master and she'd do absolutely anything he asked of her. But could she really? He'd brought another man into the house and put her in the most vulnerable position he could with that man. He'd discussed their life with this man. This stranger wasn't shocked at Katy's response to Marc's commands. He knew she'd been trained. What else did he know?

"Why don't you go into the den and make yourself a drink. We'll be in in a few." Marc placed a hand on the stranger's shoulder and turned him away from Katy and pointed him through the dining room to the den. When Marc broke eye contact with Katy, she instantly looked down again, but she heard footsteps leaving the room and knew that she was alone with Marc now. She had a dozen questions she wanted to ask, but she did not dare speak without permission, so she held her tongue and waited.

"Come here," he commanded her, and she responded without thought as she stepped into the kitchen.

Katy stopped just in front of him with only his shoes in her line of site. He lifted her chin with one finger until her eyes met his.

"You trust me right?" He asked with a very mischievous glint in his eye.

"Yes Sir" She always addressed him this way. He had never insisted, but she liked it, and so that's the way it was.

"Completely?"

"Yes Sir"

"You are mine to do with as I please, correct?"

"Yes Sir, yours completely"

"I never get tired of hearing that," He said with a sigh as he stepped even closer to her.

"That's David in there. He's kind of a dick, but he's an important dick, so it's in my interest to make him happy. Usually a trip to the topless bar works, but this time I thought we could do better." Marc circled her as he spoke and slapped her on the ass to accent the word we. He slid his hands around her waist as he leaned in to rest his chin on her shoulder and she couldn't resist the temptation of pushing her ass back into his crotch.

"You've already managed one hard dick this afternoon, are you sure you can handle two?"

Katy gasped at his comment, handle two? He couldn't be serious. Surely he just wanted to show off how he could make her respond to him. Surely he didn't mean to share her. Maybe he just wanted her to put on a show for this guy. Surely...

He responded to her shock by flicking open the button of her jeans and sliding one hand into the front. He slid his hand down under her thin silk thong until he had her whole sex cupped in his hand and her whole body pressed against his. She liked the feel of his strong arms around her, his body pressed to hers. He cupped one of her breasts in his free hand pulled her hard into him to grind his crotch into her ass. She moaned and arched against him wanting to feel his cock. She wanted to know that he was responding to her body the way she was responding to his. Katy could feel herself getting wet and she knew he could feel it. He traced one finger along the length of her pussy just parting her lips enough to feel the wetness building there. If he'd just slide a finger inside her, she'd be able to shift forward and get some friction against her clit. Instead he slowly pulled his hand from her jeans, and she came up on her tip toes in an effort to follow his hand and have him not leave her. He found her hardening nipple through the skin tight t-shirt and bra and rolled it between his finger and thumb. Katy breathed in and pushed her chest forward against his hand urging him on. Asking with her body what her mouth was not allowed to speak. He slipped the slick finger into her mouth and she sucked it softly. She liked the taste of her mixed with the saltiness of him. Before he pulled away from her, he pressed his mouth into her ear and breathed "Get naked, Bitch."

Marc stepped to the side and ushered her into the laundry room. Katy stepped out of her sneakers and began removing her jeans and t-shirt. She peeled the tight jeans from her body, pausing when she had the jeans pulled down to the floor, exposing her thong and bare ass to Marc. He acknowledged her efforts by stepping up to her properly poised ass and grasping both hips.

"Hold that pose," he said as he used one foot to spread hers as far as her jeans would allow. Stepping to the side of her, he placed one hand at the small of her back and with the other he stroked and cupped each cheek of her ass. Katy's breath caught as she braced for what she knew would come next.

"You know I do love this ass of yours," he said as the fondling became assertive. "I did notice, though, that you neglected to answer the question I asked earlier," and with that he swatted her right ass cheek just hard enough to leave a sting and not a mark. Katy did not make a sound and steadied her breathing. She frantically searched her memory for a question she had left unanswered. She was the one who had unanswered questions. "Do you remember the question, Bitch?" And with that he landed the second blow on the other cheek. With both ass cheeks now stinging Katy's mind swam trying to recall what he had asked her.

"No, Sir, I don't remember" she said rather meekly, afraid of yet another infringement, even when she enjoyed the sting on her ass. It wasn't the punishment she wanted to avoid, it was his disappointment that she couldn't stomach.

"'Are you sure you can handle two hard dicks?'" As he restated the question he stroked her ass running his hand down to her thighs and just nudging at the silk covered pussy that was accessible there.

"Yes, Sir. For you I can do anything," Katy said. The words spilling out of her mouth before she gave them any thought.

"That's what I like to hear." Marc nudged at her pussy again and she pressed herself back against his hand, wanting desperately for him to slip the thong to the side just a bit. She arched her back and lifted her ass so as to give him better access. "You have not earned that just yet. You and that wet little pussy of yours will just have to wait." With one last swat he made sure to make contact with her wet thong leaving her pussy stinging as he stepped away from her. "Go ahead, get out of those" he told her as if he were getting impatient. She finished removing her jeans and pulled the t-shirt over her head. She could still feel the sting on her ass and the burning between her legs as she folded her clothes and turned to place them on the ironing board beside the partly pressed shirt she'd been so proud of just moments ago. As she reached back to unfasten her bra, Marc placed his hand on hers to stop her. "Wait right there. What do you have in here in the way of lingerie?" he asked, knowing full well that there were black garters and stockings laid out on the drying rack directly to their right from two nights ago.

Katy indicated as much with a nod in their direction and Marc walked over to pick them up. "Put these on, and find a lacy black bustier and heels too. Be in the den quickly. And redo that ponytail. High and tight, Bitch. No panties." Marc again had that hint of mischief not just in his eyes now, but in his full on smirk as well.

Katy gathered up the stockings and garters and followed behind Marc as far as the dining room. He continued on to the den and she veered right down the hallway to their bedroom.

This was her sanctuary; her refuge from the world. In this room she could always escape. She could shut away the world and be anything she wanted to be. But right this moment, it was not a comfort. She kept reminding herself that Marc would never hurt her, not really. A bruise now and then in the throes of role playing or a welt left from a good spanking were welcome. She took a deep breath and reassured herself she could (and would) do anything that man asked of her. She did not doubt that. Well, she didn't want to doubt that. She had never doubted that, not before today. But then again, she had never had him put her in this position. Exactly what position, though? She still wasn't sure what he was asking of her. 'Then just do what he has asked then' she told herself. 'All he asked you to do was get dressed. So get dressed. You are fucking hot and he wants to show you off. Go be shown off. Make that guy want you like he's never wanted anyone else. If Marc wants to see you get another guy's dick hard, then that's what you are going to do, damn it.'

Katy gave herself a little pep talk as she slipped into the black thigh high stockings and slid the garter belt around her waist. She admired her legs in the stockings as she clipped them to the garter belt. She always liked the way her legs looked in black stockings. She had nice legs. 'Dancer's legs' Marc said. She had taken ballet when she was younger and had kept up the exercises as she liked the flexibility it gave her. And she swam too, so she was slim, not skinny, but slim and toned. She liked her body, and if Marc wanted to show it off to some 'dick' named David, then that's what she'd do. She tightened the laces on the bustier just to the point of hurting and shoving her C cups up and out, and stepped into her platform heels before checking the mirror and redoing her ponytail. Marc liked her hair up when they played. It didn't become a mess and there was always something to grab hold of. She reached down to adjust a clip on the garter and could feel the heat from her pussy. She slipped a finger just inside her lips and lightly stroked the ever so sensitive nub hiding tucked away inside. Oh boy, was she hot, and wet! Her body was ready for whatever was waiting even if she wasn't. She wanted to rub harder. Her hips urged her on without her consent. She wanted to slip a finger or two inside and enjoy herself for a moment, but she knew that wasn't a good idea. She knew they were waiting. 'They' There had never been a 'they' waiting. She didn't know how to feel about that.

As she steadied herself and walked out the door headed to the den and whatever Marc had in store for her, she decided it didn't matter one bit how she felt. All that mattered was that Marc was pleased, and she'd do whatever she could to make that happen.

The walk to the den couldn't be more than 20 steps, but it felt like a much longer journey tonight. It was just down the hall and through the dining room to the door leading to the den and leading to whatever the men inside had in mind for her. One man she trusted with her heart and soul; the other she had not laid eyes on before this afternoon. With one last deep breath Katy lowered her eyes as she stepped over the threshold into whatever was commanded of her. She crossed her arms at the small of her back and suddenly felt very exposed knowing that this stranger could see her with absolutely nothing covering her most intimate parts.

She heard the clink of ice in a glass, then Marc cleared his throat. She knew the instant the stranger saw her. "Awe, damn it! You do have a damn fine bitch there Marc." She could tell he was walking toward her as he spoke. When Marc called her Bitch, it sent shivers over her body. He didn't mean it in a truly demeaning way. It was his name for her in her submissive role. When this man called her bitch it pissed her off! She knew she had to control that. She knew being mad at him over his ignorance wasn't going to make this any easier. Marc walked toward her as well and spoke just as the stranger was close enough to try to touch her.

"How about we find you something else to call her" he said to the man, much to Katy's relief. "Her name is Katy. Katy, this is David. He's a good friend of mine"

"I'd say I'm a damn good friend considering the benefits at the moment." David said as he run a finger down the outside of Katy's left arm. He continued tracing his hand around to hers which meant he had to step right up to her since her arms were folded behind her back. He pressed his chest against hers which was on the verge of spilling over the top of her bustier. He could see her breathing heavy by the way her chest was heaving and she knew it. He grasped both her forearms where they crossed behind her and pressed himself into her. His whiskers scraped her cheek as he spoke quietly, even though they both knew Marc could still hear him. "I bet that pussy of yours is nice and wet isn't it Katy? I can smell it. Does it taste as good as it smells?" His left hand snapped a strap on her garter at her right thigh, then smacked her right ass cheek. It stung a bit more than it should have, but she did not let him know that. He hadn't hit her hard, just enough for him to enjoy pushing the line a bit. Being pressed against him and then him smacking her ass caused her to be very aware of his hard cock pressed into her belly. He proceeded to grab her ass with both hands and ask "Exactly how obedient is she Marc? Will she really do anything you tell her to?"

With that he let go of her ass and took her right hand from behind her back and proceeded to lead her across the room.

"She does what I want or need her to do. That's the way it works. But she likes it. Making me happy is what gets her off," Marc explained to David as he led Katy toward the couch. "Leave her be for a moment and have a seat."

David turned and pulled Katy against him, admiring her cleavage that was just barely contained. He licked his lips and trailed his free hand across the top edge of her bustier. He let his hand linger where her nipples where hidden just under the edge of the lacy fabric. Marc cleared his throat again, and David reluctantly released Katy's arm before he turned to sit at the end of the leather couch and pick up his drink which was on the side table. "I wonder if making me happy will get her off too," he wondered out loud to Marc as he eyed Katy.

Marc walked behind Katy and guided her to stand directly in front of David. Her pussy was just about level with his face as he sat on the couch. A fact he was fully aware of and enjoying. He looked up at her and since her eyes were cast down, she saw him wink at her and rub his crotch.