She was lying on her side between us, her face nuzzled into my loverâs breast as she sucked gently on the nipple. Her hair was somewhat damp, and all down her back and arse where markings from where she had been tied, gently whipped and spanked.
I think she had enjoyed herself. She certainly seemed to have been depleted of sexual energy, as all she seemed to have the ability to do now was to nurse gently at my loverâs nipple. Feeling her arse pressed into my crotch, my cock began to stir once more, and I pressed it into the crevice of her arse, gently begging to fuck her once again.
Weâd arrived early to the cafĂ©, impatient to meet her once again. It had been months since the last time, and many things had changed in our various lives since then. But several things hadnât changed â our mutual sexual attraction, and her desperate desire to be used by us as our slut.
Sheâd had explicit instructions to arrive on time, wearing an outfit designed to show herself off to ourselves (and any fortunate bystanders.) A short skirt, shoes with heels, a low-cut top with no bra, and suitable jewellery (a choker, and a bracelet). Sheâd also been permitted a small g-string pair of panties, since in her cunt she was wearing âvibra-ballsâ that rattled as she moved, and in her arse a small anal plug. The panties would help ensure that the balls and plug remained in place.
My lover and I had discussed what we planned to do with her, and had prepared several things in anticipation. We hadnât decided on exactly what was to happen when, but nominally I was to be âin chargeâ of our play toy, and my lover would be my assistant. We sipped our lattes, and in hushed voices planned a few more details, while we waited for our toy to arrive.
I expected her to be nervous somewhat (since it had been some time since weâd met), and horny. I wasnât wrong.
She came through the door around three minutes late, a little rushed, looking rather flushed. She was moving carefully, and then she stopped and her eyes lit up when she saw us both. With a smile, she made her way to our small table, and sat down carefully at the small wooden table.
âHello Master, hello Mistress,â she said in a light, breathless and excited voice.
I did my best to look stern. âHello slut. You are late.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry Master. Iâm just not used to the traffic here! I do hope you will forgive me. Perhaps I can make it up to you in some way? Or you might enjoy punishing me?â
Well, this was an excellent start! The last time we had met to play, she had been ultra-nervous, and it took some time before we got to the point of introducing the submission and sex into the conversation. This time, she had started the conversation with her submission, and by her smile, was obviously keen for the session to begin.
I relaxed a little. âWe shall discuss the matter later, little slut. In the mean time, welcome! Weâre both glad you made it.â My lover leaned across the table to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and the two women grinned at each other. I was taking the role of the âstern taskmasterâ, but in this case, I didnât object at all.
âOh, Iâm so glad to see you both! And Master, I have been so horny waiting for this. Iâm hoping you and Mistress will enjoy me serving you again. And I have carefully followed your instructionsâŠâ She glanced down, and wiggled slightly in the seat, obviously feeling the plug penetrating her arse somewhat. From the slight catch in her voice, it was clear she was nervous. On the other hand, the erect nipples beneath her top reassured me that she was indeed horny.
We chatted a little, the two women catching up on the last six months (they shared a profession.) I said little, just watching the two women, and watching our submissive toy beginning to squirm in her seat. Her nipples stayed hard, and eventually she reached a point where she looked over the table at me, and with a pleading look, begged âMaster, please⊠I am so horny! Wonât you take me away and let me serve you and Mistress? Please?â
Well, what can one say to an offer like that? But I did my best to keep my composure. âSlut, you understand exactly what you are giving us when you agree to serve us?â
âYes Master. I am giving you myself to be used however you and Mistress wish to use me, for sex and play.â
âIndeed slut, that is exactly correct. You do retain the right to say no or to stop at any point. Of course, we all hope that you wonât be required to do so. So, if you are ready to be owned and used sexually for the remainder of the day, then we shall take you away to be used.â
Her face flushed, and she stood up suddenly, almost knocking over her chair. Then quickly, she grabbed the edge of the table, panted, and caught her breath. Very quietly she asked âMaster, may I cum?â
âNo slut, not yetâ I answered equally quietly. While I enjoyed being out in public with a woman dressed for effect, I didnât feel the need to share the intimate play we were embarking on.
I heard my lover chuckle, and she gave me a quick hug, then leaned over to our submissive pet and whispered to her. Again, our slutâs face flushed, and she looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes, but she bit her lower lip and said nothing.
As we walked to the car, with our toy trailing us closely, I asked my lover what she had said. âOh, I told her it was way too early to be allowed to cum, that first she must survive having her clit tortured and teased, and that I expect to cum at least a dozen times before she is given permission.â An excellent thought and I reminded myself to ensure that my lover received her wish.
In my own little fantasy world, I had imagined driving to the motel room we had booked for the afternoon and night, with my lover and our toy both in the back of the car, and my lover playing with our toy. Of course, reality is somewhat different to fantasy, and instead my lover sat in the front of the car with me as I drove, while our toy sat by her self in the back. I caught occasional glances of her in my rear vision mirror, and she looked both eager and nervous, and seemed to be bouncing a little in the seat, her arms clasped around herself.
We soon reached the motel, where I had already booked in earlier that day. So nothing other than ourselves needed to be brought from the car â all had been prepared earlier. I unlocked the door to the motel room, swung it wide, and then let the two women enter, closing and locking the door behind me.
The room had a small foyer with a kitchen unit to one side, and then entered into a large room featuring a queen sized bed, several chairs, a low couch, and a television in the corner. Our slut had stopped to look at the bed, where some of our preparations were obvious. The bed had been stripped of covers, additional pillows arranged, and from the headboard was secured a pair of leather restraints. At each corner of the bed, longer chains with leather cuffs lay. It was clear what lay ahead.
I grasped our slut by the shoulders, and firmly pushed her into the centre of the larger room. I instructed her to stand there with her hands clasped at the small of her back, then nodded to my lover and seated myself on the couch.
My lover went to a bag which lay in the corner of the room, then withdrew a small but bulk paper bag, which she presented to our pet. âHoney, we have a small gift for you, and we would like you to wear it while you are here.â
Our slut took the green paper bag, and then opened it quickly. Inside, a black leather collar lay â it was wide, with a ring from which a lead could be clipped at the front, and with a buckle to secure it at the back. It didnât have a lock.
âHere, let meâ my lover told her. She took the collar from our toyâs hands, and then drew it around her neck, fixing it firmly and snugly in place, testing the fit with her fingers to ensure that our toy could still breathe easily.
I could tell that our toy was surprised, but thrilled by the collar. âThank you Mistress, itâs lovely!â They hugged, and then the hug turned into a kissing session, the two women exploring each otherâs mouths with their tongues.
After a few moments, they broke apart and my lover yummed appreciatively. âAnd now, our little slut, I believe your Master has something to talk to you about.â She pushed her gently over in my direction, until she stood directly in front of me.
âTell me, slutâ I said in my firmest voice. âYou were given very clear instructions about when you were to arrive, were you not?â
She looked nervous now. âYes Master.â
I looked her directly in the eyes. âAnd did you follow those instructions?â
She hesitated, and then in a small voice said âI tried, Master!â
I accepted her implicit admission. âAnd do you accept my right to punish you for your failure to obey?â
For a second, it looked like she might well rebel, but her urge to submit was too overpowering, and the perceived injustice was less important. It was a test of her submission, but I was sure she would answer correctly.
âYes Master,â she finally stuttered. âPlease punish me; I have failed to obey your instructions.â
I had every intention of punishing her, but it would be a punishment that all three of us would enjoy. Her infraction had been unintentional and minor, so I saw no need to make the punishment something she wouldnât enjoy. Instead, the humiliation of knowing she had failed and of being punished would be enough.