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Hey all. Thanks for checking out this chapter. This chapter contains mmf pairing with dominatrix led bdsm.
Let me know what you think.
-Penny
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Aisha was full of nervous energy, at least until her boys came in, equally as nervous, if not more. Their sex-laced fear excited her, burned away her anxiety in a heartbeat. "Miles, Derrick, welcome."
Derrick flinched at the sound of his name, but Miles held it in better, though he did swallow hard. "Hello, Mistress," Miles barked, a bit too loud for the small room. He and Derrick both flinched this time.
Aisha raised an eyebrow and frowned. "No greeting for Mistress today, Derrick?"
"Sorry, Mistress," Derrick said, looking down at his shoes as he closed the door behind himself. "Hi, Mistress."
"Better, but next time don't make me remind you," she chided.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, shifting on his feet as he stood next to Miles.
She took a minute to look them over, Miles in well-worn jeans and a black t-shirt, and Derrick in a green polo with black slacks. Had he just come from work? She wondered briefly what they did when they were real people outside of these walls, then pushed the thought away, forcing herself to focus on the session.
"You have no requests on your appointment," she noted. "Why?"
Derrick coughed to cover his embarrassment. Miles shifted, then looked up at her. "We trust you." She didn't say anything, just let him squirm, waiting for him to fill the space between them with his nervous energy. He didn't disappoint her. "We, like, um. It's been. Um. Like, good. Everything is good."
"Hmm," she said, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. "Do you want to know what I've planned for you today?" She walked slowly and circled behind them, trailing her finger over Miles's shoulder and across his upper back, then repeating the action to Derrick. Derrick shivered under her touch.
"Yes, Mistress," Miles said.
She pinched Derrick's shoulder, not hard, but enough to get his attention. "Yes Mistress!" he squeaked.
"Good boy. I can tell you are going to need some training. Miles is already so much more behaved than you."
"Sorry Mistress," Derrick said, his voice tight. Another shiver went through him as she drew her fingers down the back of his neck, then over his shirt and down his spine.
"Before I tell you my plans for today, I want to set some expectations. When you come to see me, you will greet me by saying 'Hello, Mistress'. You will respond to me when I ask you a question with 'Yes, Mistress', or 'No, Mistress', or with your colors. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," they both replied, Miles with enthusiasm, but Derrick's voice was strained.
"Do you, is something upsetting you, Derrick?" she asked, suddenly very worried he was uncomfortable.
He trembled, avoiding her eyes. "No, Mistress," he said, shifting from one foot to the next.
"Derrick, I need to know that you are okay," she said, moving to stand directly in front of him. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice stronger. "I'm just nervous, Mistress."
She watched him for a second, then nodded. "Okay. Today I want to tease your bodies with both pain and pleasure. I want to find out today what you like and what you love." She watched them both, then continued when they both nodded. "Strip down to your comfort level, then come right back here. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Miles barked, echoed by Derrick. It gave her a wonderful idea. As the boys began to disrobe she surveyed the implements, then chose a nice crop.
She noticed both boys folded their clothing as they put it in the locker this time, though Miles's folding was messy, and she wondered if he did it on purpose to test her. When they both returned to stand at attention before her she made eye contact with Miles, then looked at the locker, then back to him.
Miles's face burned bright, he had been testing her. "Put your hands out," she demanded. Miles put his hands out palms up, and Derrick held his out palms down, then saw Miles's hands and flipped his. "Derrick, hands down, you are not in trouble."
Derrick dropped his hand quickly, then hid them behind his back. Miles swallowed hard, locking eyes with her, challenging her silently. It was sexy, how bratty he was.
She smacked his left palm with the crop, not hard, but hard enough to fill the room with a lovely sound. When she tried to smack his other hand he pulled it away reflexively. "Fold your clothing neatly, please," she said, taking his other hand in her own. She held him still, then smacked his other palm harder than the first.
He never took his eyes off of her as she did it, a hungry look in his eyes. He needed this, she realized. Derrick was here because it was fun, but Miles needed this. It was a helpful revelation, it would help her plan out their activities so both men got what they needed from her.
Also, then slippery upwelling of precum on his slit was fucking hot. It had her mouth watering and she swallowed, both her spit, and her desire to lick it from his scepter. She released Miles's hands and he let it fall to his side, watching her, but making no move to correct his actions.
"Now, Miles. Refold your clothes. Derrick, I will reward you while Miles fixes his mistake. Come here." She stepped back and Derrick stepped closer, his legs moving woodenly. Miles pursed his lips, then turned and headed back to the locker.
"Sit," she demanded, pointing to the table in the center of the room. He jumped up on it, his legs hanging off the side. "Good boy." She moved behind him, then slowly placed her hands on his shoulders. He flinched, his shoulders tense. "Relax, Derrick," she whispered, then slowly began to gently massage his shoulders and neck.
It was having the opposite effect, he grew more and more tense the more she touched him. Miles turned around, his clothing re-folded, and the flash of jealousy on his face when he saw them was hot. It was gone in the next breath, hidden behind a neutral mask as he moved to stand at attention in front Derrick.
"I'm done, Mistress," Miles announced. Derrick flinched again.
"Thank you," she announced, pushing her thumbs in gentle circles at the base of Derricks' neck. "Stand there until I'm done rewarding Derrick."
"Yes, Mistress," he growled, obviously jealous but trying to hide it.
"I'm good, I'm okay, Mistress," Derrick muttered.
"You're good when I say you're good, do you understand?"
He nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. She returned to rubbing small, firm circles into the muscles at the base of his neck. Eventually his muscles began to relax and his shoulders drooped as he leaned into her attention. Derrick hummed his pleasure in the back of his throat, then tensed up again when he realized he'd made noise.
It was hard to stifle her sigh, she'd almost had him relaxing. Leaning in, she intentionally brushed the lobe of his ear with her nose. "Good boy," she whispered just for him, then looked up and met Miles's eyes.
The hunger in his eyes was exactly what she wanted. She let her nose trail Derrick's earlobe again, then pulled away and moved towards Miles. "I am going to tie you up today like I did to Derrick last time," she said, using her sweet but threatening voice. "Follow me."
He didn't hesitate, he followed her to the cabinet with the restraints. She picked out the same ones she'd used for Derrick, strong, supple, felt lined leather cuffs. "Arms out," she demanded. He thrust his hands out to her, his hands in fists. "Are you jealous?" she asked as she wrapped the first one around his wrist.
"No, Mistress," he growled through his teeth. Once she'd secured his right hand he dropped it to his side and she began to work on his left hand.
"Are you lying to me?" she demanded, taking a second to stroke the inside of his wrist before pulling the end into the buckle. "I don't like it when my boys lie to me. Are you being a bad boy, Miles?"
He pulled his hand away once the buckle was secured. She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on the now oozing trail of precum leaking from his head. It was hard to force herself to look away, she'd never wanted to lick a dick before, but Miles's dick was nearly irresistible. Swallowing down her lust, she moved to his right ankle and began securing the cuff.
"Yes, Mistress," Miles whispered. "I am jealous. I'm sorry I lied."
It sounded like he was forcing the words through his teeth. "Thank you for telling me the truth," she said, pushing his legs apart as she began securing his left ankle. "Are you jealous of Derrick?"
"No, Mistress. I'm jealous because I want your attention."
"Oh, you have it now, but not as a good boy," she purred, then looked up. She'd meant to meet his eyes, but her eyes locked on his cock again. "You have a lovely cock."
"Thank you, Mistress," he said, sounding surprised. She looked up at him and he had a shy smile on the corner of his mouth. Her fingers were tracing the bottom of his shaft before she could stop herself, collecting his sticky precum. He tensed and his cock bounced on her fingers as she slowly worked her way up his member.