The girls had me on a chair in a sleazy motel, my hands tied behind the chair back and my thighs positioned up over each arm, with my ankles tied tightly to the legs. I was of course completely naked, and the long arms of the chair prevented me from closing my legs, leaving my cock and balls open and exposed. It was an extremely vulnerable position. May had also put a small pillow behind my lower back, which I initially thought was due to her inherent, considering nature. But no, as it turned out, Andi specified that my cock and balls were to be closer to the front edge of the seat and therefore be closer to the action. The physical position wasn't very encouraging and neither was the reason for it.
I had been seeing May for a few months and she was a lovely, but also an occasionally naughty and aggressive sex partner. May was also what I call a special woman, having parts not normally found on the species. Parts that go "boom". Somehow to me that never really mattered; what really mattered was May's kindness and good heartedness. She was a loving person and, if you were lucky enough to be loved by her, both physically and spiritually, you were really lucky. I was really lucky.
Andi, originally May's friend and domestic worker, was a reserved, petite young woman having not many outstanding physical features. If you saw her on the street, you would probably walk right by and not notice her. Which would be a shame, really. Andi was an enthusiastic, creative and intuitive sex partner, with a penchant for making cocks come with her mouth.
May and I loved her and the three of us were in the middle of a journey exploring sex and love with quite a bit of kink thrown in. We were the human components of a very compatible and sometimes quite naughty sex trio. As a result, and at the risk of sounding cliché, the whole was greater in terms of our combined sexuality than the sum of the parts. When the three of us got going, things happened.
Naughty, gooey things.
For tonight's activities, the girls had advised that they had something special planned for me and had simply told me where and when to show up.
The surprising thing was that little Andi, the flat, plain, unsure little girl had somehow transformed into a complete bitch. Not greeting or kissing me when I arrived, she seemed so aloof that I was genuinely concerned that something was very wrong and that maybe I had unwittingly done something stupid. Again. It was very disappointing, as Andi tonight was fully made up with blazing red lipstick, red toe and fingernail polish and was perched atop these obscenely tall black high heels, finally clad in a tight jeans skirt and white tank top. I never saw her looking this hot before. She had even done her hair. Fucking hot.
OK, I'll just see what happens, I thought, as I sat completely immobilized on a motel chair, naked and beginning to get uncomfortable. Couldn't be that bad, right? Little did I know that things were about to go south in a hurry.
Andi, now finally speaking to me asked in a rather huffy tone: "Rob, remember the time when you had me over your knee?"
I looked at her and responded: "Yes, I do Andi".
"Don't you fucking call me fucking 'Andi'" she demanded, "Andi is fucking dead. I am your fucking mistress. And don't fucking look at me either, you fucking asshole, you haven't fucking earned that yet."
"Holy shit", I remember thinking. "I don't know who this chick is, but I have to agree with her on one point. Sweet little Andi IS fucking dead." This was the very first time that I ever heard Andi unleash such a fusillade of "F-Bombs". I did, however, like the "fucking mistress" part and hoped that she had that in mind for later.
To end the exchange and to make it stick, she slapped me across the face, and it wasn't exactly a love tap. Smack! It fucking hurt. I was instantly turned on. Andi was setting the playing field well.
"Ok, let's start over" Andi continued.
"Oh, shit", I remember thinking, but I didn't dare say it. This chick means business.
"Do you remember when you had me over your knee?" asked Andi in a now less demanding and level tone.
"Yes, mistress" I responded tersely, afraid that adding anything else to the answer wouldn't help my position. I also started thinking of where my balls were and, with this in mind, I didn't dare look at her.
"And you were supposed to punish me for disobedience, right?"
"Yes, mistress", I mumbled.
"Speak the fuck up when you answer me", Andi demanded loudly. I expected another swipe, but it never arrived. Looking up at "behind me May", Andi asked a rhetorical: "What the fuck do you see in this guy anyway?"
I thought I heard May weakly giggle behind me. Andi confirmed it by glaring at her and then focused a similar look back on me.
"Yes, mistress, you are correct", I said firmly, not daring to acknowledge the anonymous giggle from outer space.
"And how exactly were you to punish me?" said Andi, lowering her tone, now more calmly, her eyes burning into me. I really tried not to look up, but it was like the Medusa thing. And she looked so fucking hot tonight.
"I was to give you three throws of a leather belt on your rear end." No way was I going to use the term "ass". This chick is fucking crazy. Where the fuck did SHE come from? The phrase: "Although she may be but small, she is fierce." Kept running through my mind.
"But you let me go even though I had clearly disobeyed you, didn't you?", Andi said in a rather accusatory tone.
"Yes, mistress, that is true." Then I started explaining, which was a big mistake. "Well, I was afraid that May..."
Andi cut me off.
"Don't you fucking blame May. You made the fucking decision on your own, didn't you?" Accused Andi. "I should smack you good again just for trying to blame somebody else for your incompetence."
Yet another salvo of "F-Bombs". I thought also that I detected again a little "May giggle", but I might have been wrong. Andi didn't confirm it this time with another stare, so, yes, I must have been wrong. But I swear that I heard something.
"Thank you for having mercy mistress. Yes, it was my decision and I take responsibility for it."
