Hey, we've been invited over to Mary and Ron's place for dinner tonight. I told Mary if you're a good slut I'd put some clothes on you and bring you along." She smiled at me mischievously. I thought she had to be kidding.
"Are you serious? After last weekend how can I act like nothing happened? She saw you use me like a slut. She milked me for Christ's sake! I'm sure she told Ron all about it. Even if she didn't, how can I pretend that your buddy Mary didn't use my cock like a bicycle pump?"
"She told Ron nothing, and all you need to do is act like a normal guy instead of the natural-born slut you are. Mary is perfectly aware that our arrangement is confidential, plus she wants to make Ron behave more like you, baby."
She smiled over her shoulder and stuck her ass out seductively. She walked slowly toward me, hips swaying, size 36C's bouncing along under her braless T-shirt and I felt that familiar tingling in my genitals.
"So don't worry about what Ron will think, she purred. We both know you're a slut. Mary knows that too but she'll shut up about it because she wants me to show her how to make Ron into an obedient sub-slut just like you." She smiled and cupped my face in her hand. Her other hand cradled my balls and my stiffening cock. Her 'no clothes in the house' rule made it convenient for her to play with me whenever she felt bored or restless, or she just wanted to make her cock hard. Plus she liked to watch her slut work naked around the house. It was an arrangement we both enjoyed.
I responded to her like I always do, like I was trained to. Like I was addicted to. My cock grew and stretched out to find her hand. It only took a few seconds for her to tease my cock to its full length. My eyes closed and my breathing became audible. I grunted for her when she squeezed my balls. She enjoyed being a Dom and exercising power over her slut and I liked how it made me feel: needed, desired, used.
"All you need to do is act like you're not a slut for one evening. Think you can do that, Slut? Mary and I know the truth, but Ron doesn't and he won't, until it's way too late. You just leave all this to me. Follow my lead, relax and pretend last weekend didn't happen. Mary will go along with the game. Trust me, you can do this."
"Ok, if you say so." I wanted be told what to do, and it turned her on to tell me.
"Put your hands behind your back." Her voice suddenly became lower and throatier. Nothing made my cock harder than hearing that voice. It meant that the woman who trained me was in the room and was taking control of her slut.
I clasped my hands behind my back, spread my legs apart and shoved my hips forward like I had been trained to do. I could feel the sex hormones rushing through my body, shortening my breath and making my cock hypersensitive.
"Look at me Slut!" I stared back at her, mesmerized by the command and the intensity of the moment. She held my eyes while her nails slowly raked the length of my rock-hard cock from base to tip.
"You're such a slut, but you can act normal tonight. I might even let Mary play with your cock if the chance presents itself. I'm sure she'd like to practise on you, if last weekend is any indication. You'd like that wouldn't you Slut?"
She leaned against me. Her breath was warm on my chest and her hand tightened around my stiff cock. Her distinctive scent filled my nose, and my breathing became shallow.
"Yes." I managed to exhale a word, but my cock was doing all the responding now, blocking out any other coherent reply. Any will power I had gave way to her hands. Ever since we started getting into Dom-sub role-playing games she could make me hard in a second, clothes on or off.
Suddenly she slapped my rigid cock, hard. It bounced from side to side and I grunted, surprised and excited at the same time. She slapped it again, just to hear me grunt.
"Pay attention Slut. Go get some clothes on. No underwear, and put on that black cock ring with the metal studs. I might use you as a role model tonight if we can get Ron in the right frame of mind."
She smiled and I could see she had a plan in her head. Poor Ron, he had no idea how important sex was about to become for him, or how little he would have to say about it all.
...
We arrived at Mary and Ron's place late in the afternoon. Mary invited us in and opened a bottle of red wine. I could see Ron in the backyard fiddling with the Barbecue.
"Wine William?" she asked, completely into being the host. Apparently Mary could act normal too.
"Sure, thanks Mary." I was surprised that Mary was not at all awkward about what happened the last time I saw her, but then why should she be. I was the one who was bent over naked begging her to let me cum.
She poured wine for each of us, handed a glass to me and put her other hand on my crotch at the same time, never taking her eyes off my face. My eyes widened and I sucked in my breath. This was not playing normal at all. I looked at my wife sitting across the room. She looked amused. I stood where I was, and let Mary explore. By not objecting I demonstrated my complacency with what Mary was doing. She glanced at my wife who smiled and nodded her head. Mary unzipped my pants and reached inside.
"Hmm, no underwear, how slutty. Is that a cock collar you have on William?" Her fingers felt the leather strap around my genitals, and she smiled mischievously.
"It's ok William, I know you're a slut, remember? Does he need more of a reminder?" she asked my wife. "I'd be happy to provide one."
"Maybe later," my wife laughed. "As you can tell, he's eager to please. But let's see if Ron wants to play too before we strip William down."
Mary gave my boner a squeeze. "Later then. How's it going honey?" Mary yelled into the back yard and zipped my pants back up.
"Be right in." Ron yelled back.
It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, but when Ron walked into the kitchen I was acting 'normal' again. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and enjoyed the meal Ron had prepared. Then everyone moved into the living room for drinks.
"So Ron," my wife began, "I don't want to poke my nose in where it's not wanted and I certainly don't want to embarrass you, but Mary and I have been talking about our sex lives lately." She paused and watched Ron's face for a reaction. Ron smiled, but said nothing.
Mary said, "I hope you're not upset Ron, I trust Ella and we have been talking about some interesting variations on options you and I have already been exploring. Ella, can you fill Ron in on our conversations please?"
"I'd be happy to. Well Ron, we've all been friends for a few years now and frankly I am curious. After years of being together, William and I have discovered that we enjoy role-playing with one another. I like to assume the dominant position while he has found pleasure in being submissive. Does that interest you at all?"
Ron looked like he might have an opinion about that, but Mary answered for him. "Ron and I have experimented a little. I think he likes it when I take the lead, right honey?"
Ron looked sheepish and nodded his head in agreement. "To be honest, I think I might like it more than I should," he said wryly.
"Don't feel embarrassed Ron, Willam likes it when I give the orders too, isn't that right William?" Ella continued without waiting for a response.
"We have an arrangement that we'd like to share with you. But you really need to see an example of what I'm talking about to get what I mean."
While still watching Ron for his reaction, my wife said "William, take your clothes off."
It was a pivotal moment. Ella's eyes never left Ron's face, searching for any indication that might direct her next move. Ron looked a little like a deer caught in the headlights, but he said nothing.
I swallowed hard. She was really going to do this. Ron and Mary were staring intensely at me, waiting. They were both clearly wondering how far this game would go. Ron looked fascinated. Mary was smiling with anticipation.
"NOW please!"
I could not disobey. I stood up and took my clothes off - every stitch. As I took off my pants my cock bounced into view, erect and collared.
