Over the last three months, Denise has become sort of a regular around my apartment. With her flight schedule, she ends up spending a Saturday night here in Mobile every other week and a couple of other nights in between. I've taken to picking a seemingly random night about every third week to summon her.
I figured her out in her first session. She's been married to the same man for well over a decade while both pursued their careers. He's not very imaginative so they've basically fallen into a rut. On top of that, he tends to be a gentle lover. Denise enjoys that immensely. But she's also a rather timid lover. The kind of woman who won't go beyond the vanilla unless she's pushed there, and pushed hard to get her there. But once she's there, she enjoys it even more than the traditional.
For about a year she was hearing stories about my friend Andrea. A dominatrix who is also a flight attendant for the same airline. Like me, she's not shy about putting her adventures out there for all to see. At least on semi-private web sites where she has some control over who sees them. Knowing her, I'd bet everyone at that airline had heard rumors within a week, and half of them had probably seen some of the pictures she posted. I know Denise was hearing the rumors but no one ever pointed her to Andrea's web pages. Denise told me that much.
Eventually, Denise ended up as the captain on the same plane Andrea was working. I still haven't figured out if that was just a coincidence or if Denise purposely took the route to meet her. But it was on one of those flights when Denise finally opened up and asked Andrea if she knew anyone who might be interested in guiding her through a few adventures. Andrea sent her to me, and I didn't waste any time. Andrea had called me about midway through the flight. I had Denise come to me as soon as she landed just to keep her off balance. And it turned out to be exactly what Denise needed. Needed to get in an especially humiliating way.
This weekend I'm having Denise over for her fifth session. She arrived Saturday evening after her inbound flight, and I need to send her on her way to the airport by about 3:00 pm this afternoon for her scheduled 6:00 pm departure. Since she arrived I've been tormenting her sweetly while always ensuring that she's unable to climax or even get her fingers to her pussy to do it herself.
To date her husband Leon has been good to work with. That's one of my rules, I never "whip behind a spouse's back." But I also don't care how involved the spouse is. While some prefer to be fully involved, even going as far as to enjoy submitting beside their partner, others prefer to know nothing. Leon has been kind of in the middle. He's been interested. He's kept tabs on what I've done with Denise. He's very eagerly allowed her to demonstrate a few new and very slutty skills I've taught her. But he's avoided anything that appears to be more than marginally painful or unpleasant for Denise. Despite the fact that Denise loves it. I've noticed that he doesn't seem to shy away from things that humiliate her unless they also appear unpleasant or gross.
On Denise's second session I subjected her to an hours-long "interrogation." First I placed an eight-inch-long and 1.5" thick vibrator in her bottom, the vibrator having been modified with a small tube running through it's inside. That tiny tube connected to an enema bag and allowed the fluid to fill her butt while the vibrator was inside her. And vibrating. A two-inch-thick and five-inch-long dildo, modified with small electrodes on each side of it, stuffed her pussy full. She was strapped snugly to a wooden chair which a dozen hard leather straps that ensured she couldn't move more than a fraction of an inch. The room was pitch dark, except for the quintessential bright spotlight in her eyes. It goes without saying that she was naked and that sitting ensured the toys remained deeply inside her. With the vibrator doing its thing, I started asking her very intimate questions. First I drew out every detail of every sexual experience she could remember, including an honest appraisal of Leon's performance. Then I moved into drawing out just as much about her fantasies, even her most secret ones. Anything less than an absolutely shameless and honest answer brought her punishment in various forms such as a cropping to her thighs, stomach, breasts, or whatever else was bare of the restraints. Punishment came from the dildo as well, which sent sparks of electricity into her very eagerly teased pussy. It took a little time, and a good amount of pain for her, but after crying like a baby and begging for mercy she finally gave up and spilled her secrets to me. I sent Leon a well-edited clip of her interrogation, cutting out the parts I knew he wouldn't want to see and the parts about his performance (which were neither flattering nor derogatory bu more neutral in her opinion). That clip has been one of his favorites, despite Denise's obvious discomfort as she sat there moaning with torturous pleasure at the same time she was groaning from having her butt so over-full.
The hardest thing for Denise to admit was three times she'd had a fantasy involving a woman. In none of those did she go any further with the woman than merely touching. I've heard that enough. Almost every woman who comes through here has had a fantasy involving a woman though very few would ever act on it. I'm certain Denise wouldn't have either until her husband agreed to allow her to experiment but only with a female. If she'd thought I'd have pushed her to have sex with me, she never would have come. She expected play, not actual sex, which is exactly what she should have expected.
But it gave me an idea. An idea that was reinforced when I saw how her body reacted to Sophie's sweet touches. So last night, once Denise was airborne, I sent her a message summoning her to my apartment and telling her that she was not to contact anyone beginning immediately. To encourage her, I used the app I'd put on her phone to temporarily shut it down. Then I sent Leon a text: Leon, I've summoned Denise for her layover, so don't expect her to contact you until she's back in the air tomorrow evening. There's something I'd like to do with Denise. I'm very sure she'll love it more than you can imagine. I want her to be in a threesome. I can arrange it this weekend if you are available to be the man in that threesome Sunday morning around 9:00 am and are interested. Let me know, and I can give you specifics if you want them. Interested? Can you be here tomorrow?
It took him about twenty minutes to text me back, which is unusually long for him. Yes, I can be there. There's a flight that will get me in at 8:04, I hope. Denise has taught me that ETAs are about as reliable as the post office is with checks. I'm booked on it, and a return on Denise's flight home. What do you expect of me?
So I sent back: Great, text me when you land and Uber it over to my apartment. I'll be ready when you get here. I plan for you to have sex with Denise. I, my slave, and another woman will be there. The other woman will be "with" Denise. After that Denise and the other woman will serve us while we relax for a bit. Almost like personal waitresses. That's something you could have Denise do at home if you decide you like it. Then a quick thank you for coming from Denise. If she's a good girl, she'll get her relief by supervised (and public) masturbation. Then you can take her to the airport for her flight. I don't plan anything unpleasant for her, however, be warned that Denise decides if she gets punished. If she misbehaves she'll have to be disciplined for it. I can't make an exception just because you're here. My rules have firm consequences, and that's important to Denise. You're welcome to stop anytime if you're ever uncomfortable with anything. Denise isn't, but you are. It's about 20-25 minutes from the airport to my place, so I'd guess you should make it right around nine. It doesn't matter, Denise will wait for you.
He texts back that he's interested and asks me about the other woman. All I text back is that "she's cute," "obedient," and will not know who Denise or he is. I know I'm saying nothing about her, but that's my intention.
After breakfast, I take Denise to the playroom and tie her in a chair. Then I blindfold her and put some earbuds in her ears playing music and canceling out the noise. That way she can neither see nor hear what's happening around her. She loves that. She loves the tense anticipation as she sits there wondering what's going to happen. The suddenness of feeling a touch without even a split second of warning that it's coming.
The woman I've selected for this is Macy. She's 26, 5'7", 138 pounds. She has golden-brown wavy/curly hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes, and a wide mouth framed by full light-pink lips. She also a great set of 36-C breasts that a decently firm and rounded topped with wide rings of faint-pink and nipples a slight shade darker that swell up like half marbles harder than stone. And a well-trimmed dense, but short, triangle of jet-black fur for a bush. Not to mention a very firm and rounded bottom. I'm fairly sure that neither of them will recognize her even though she works for the local Fox TV station. She does the traffic reports weekday mornings. A year out of college, a girl has to start somewhere! "Cute" might have been a bit of an understatement: she's pretty enough for a network TV slot, even if it is in a lower-ranked market like Mobile. Ever seen a fat or ugly girl reporter on TV?
Macy is married as well. She claims to be heterosexual, but I count her as bisexual, although I'll admit that she'd prefer a male partner, she definitely has some degree of interest in women. Because of her recognizability, I've avoided another female with her, but a couple of sessions back I tied her down and had Sophie tease her body endlessly. Her response to that assured me that she's hungry for a woman, just won't admit it. Then again, her greatest fear is being publicly outed which would certainly cost her her career. Which makes Denise the perfect partner for my little experiment. She won't know who Macy is, and has her own reasons for not spilling any secrets.
Macy arrives promptly at 8:00 Sunday morning. I have Sophie collect her clothes as Macy undresses and lock them away in the filing cabinet one drawer below Denise's things. Then I blindfold her before taking her to the playroom. No reason for her to see Denise or know there's someone there. Sophie comes along as well.
We help Macy to lie on a contraption I've built (or rather designed and had a few cute frat boys build for me) just for this. It has a narrow table for her back to lie on, with a short 8" wide piece of wood for her head. Then it has two 4" wide slats sticking out at the bottom 45-degrees from the table for her legs. There are leather cuffs underneath the table for her wrists. And leather straps for her legs, hips, and shoulders. Those hold her fairly snugly to the table. The table has four legs, plus one more on each leg slat, all six of which are metal screw tubes that allow me to adjust the table's height.
It also has an "A" frame built over the top of it. Once I have Macy firmly tied to the table, I go untie Denise from her chair and take the headphones away so she can hear my commands. I walk her over to Macy, guiding the blindfolded woman to Macy's side. I start by putting my hands to her head and nudging her to lean forward until her lips touch Macy's hard rounded nipple.
Denise gasps out with shock as she realizes that it's woman's breast under lips. I swat her bottom hard with my hand and firmly tell her to start teasing it. She already knows what to do. I've used Sophie's breasts to teach her. But now she must know that it's not Sophie lying there. She steadies the nipple with her soft lips and slowly caresses it with her tongue.
Macy moans out in her high-pitched girly voice. I put Denise's hands to the firm mound, her left to steady it and her right to stroke it's underside with her fingertips while she's licking around its nipple.
