I knew that there was something on Shayla's mind when we went out to dinner that weekend. Two glasses of wine later, she began to tell me what she had been thinking about. I knew that she had been backing off from her dominance in our relationship, and she admitted it when I pressed her to talk.
"I know it's lost the spark for you too," she said. "It's not that I don't enjoy the physical part of it - I love to give you a good paddling or strapping, or a caning, and the sex afterward is magnificent. It's not a physical thing I'm after - I need some kind of mental approach that will let me really get into it again. I was out of ideas."
"Until...?" I questioned.
She smiled. "You're still extremely perceptive." She paused, then continued. "I confided in Elisa. She suggested that we set up some sessions with a friend of hers who's into dominance and submission. She wouldn't tell me much, except that her friend Kristy would be dominant to both of us in the same session. She mentioned something about role reversal and letting go of established patterns."
"What else did she say?"
"Nothing else really, except that she thinks it's just what we need. I'm going to go through with it. Will you commit to going?"
I was nervous, although the thought of seeing another woman dominate Shayla excited me. I told her that I would.
It took Shayla several days to work up the nerve to call Kristy. At the end of their conversation she was in better spirits, and said that she already felt a rapport with her. She had scheduled our appointment for the following afternoon.
We arrived at Kristy's house a few minutes early. Kristy was a blonde woman in her mid thirties, on the petite side, soft spoken, and a bright smile. This was in contrast to Shayla, a tall slender blonde in her late twenties.
"I have the session pretty much planned out," Kristy said after a few moments of light conversation. "I'd like you to meet my slut, Nancy. She will help with the session." She called out, and we were treated to the first surprise of our visit. A completely naked young woman appeared. Her dark brown hair nicely framed her pleasant face, and I could not avoid becoming aroused looking at her slender body. Her pubic hair, which she did not shave, was an asset to her appearance.
"Nancy, I want you to take them to the session room and have them wait for me there."
"Please follow me," Nancy politely said in a pleasant voice.
A moment later we were in a large room which was outfitted with ceiling hooks, examination tables, a small bed, and some comfortable chairs.
"Please remove all clothing," Nancy directed, and stood quietly while we complied. She took our clothes into another room, returned, and stood while we waited for Kristy. I felt my erection alternately hardening and subsiding in the moments we waited.
We heard a click, and Kristy walked in. She had shed her clothes except for her red high-heeled shoes. With an engaging smile, she seated herself and remarked that she was going to have a pleasurable afternoon.
"Nancy, my slut," she said, "come pleasure me."
Kristy spread her knees and exposed her light blonde pubic bush. Nancy knelt before her and gingerly approached her mistress' womanhood. Quietly at first, then with increasingly noticeable slurping sounds, Nancy applied herself to pleasuring Kristy.
Kristy obviously enjoyed Nancy's attentions, and I felt my erection firmly protrude. In a matter of a few moments Kristy climaxed, and Nancy withdrew her mouth.
"Oh, that was good!" Kristy announced. "Well, let's get down to business here with our guests." She got up and fetched a whippy rattan school cane.
"Rick, come over here in the middle of the room... Okay, now, I want you to bend over at the waist. Yes, now stay like that." Then she handed the cane to Nancy.
"Nancy, my little slut, I want you to give him a caning."
This was rather humiliating to me. I was going to be caned, not by Kristy, but by HER slut. Nancy whipped the first stroke of the cane efficiently across both sides of my bared buttocks. I flinched. The second striation was so hot I had to wiggle. Every subsequent stroke evoked an exclamation from me. It seemed that she whipped harder as the caning progressed, and by the time she stopped and my bottom was well striated I was squirming uncontrollably.
"Very good, my slut. Now bind him."
Nancy bond my wrists together and had me stand with my arms above my head, whereupon she bound my hands above me with a rope threaded through a sturdy ring in the ceiling.
Kristy came over to me and stood to my side, facing the same direction as I. While standing there her slender fingers grasped my hardening erection and slowly and continuously felt and palpated it.
"I'm sure Shayla's feeling left out," Kristy quipped. "Let's get her involved. Nancy, my little slut, I want you to give her a good caning. Get her in position, but don't start until I tell you."
Nancy smiled and grasped Shayla's hand and led her to the center of the room. "Please bend over," she sweetly instructed, and Shayla complied. She picked up the whippy rattan cane and stood in position.
Kristy asked Shayla some questions while she maintained her grasp on my now hard erection.
"Shayla, have you been caned before?"
"Uh, no ma'am!"
"Hmmmm - but you've used one?"
"Yes ma'am," she replied in a shaky voice while bent over at the waist.
"Have you gotten the paddle or strap before, then?"
"Uh, not for a long time."
"I see. So this will be a new experience for you. When you give a caning, what do you do when he doesn't stay in position?"
"I - I give him extra."
"How many extra?"
"Uh, three or four."
Shayla's voice had a tremor to it now.
"I think it would be good if you stayed in position for this caning, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am..." Shayla was clearly apprehensive about what was forthcoming.
"Nancy, my slut, please administer!"
Shayla countenanced an expression of resolve as she prepared for her first caning. Nancy took careful aim, drew the cane back, and whipped it forward. The stroke settled exactly in the center of her buttocks, with the far end of the cane curling slightly around to strike the tender skin on the side of the buttocks.
"Aaaaah! Owww!" she shouted, and squirmed.
Whipppp!
"OH! OW!"
Whipppp!
"Aaaah-mmmmmmmfff!" Still bent over, she kicked her legs several times.
As the caning progressed, Shayla shouted, kicked, and squirmed mightily. Then she suddenly bolted upright.
Kristy was the first to speak. "You're going to get a dozen more strokes for that, dear. But first, I want you to come pleasure me." She seated herself and spread her legs.
Shayla stood there, her hands on her freshly caned posterior.
"Come on, dear," Kristy said, pointing to her sloppily wet pubic bush which Nancy had serviced recently. "Kneel down over here and get your mouth working!"
Shayla, the woman who found it easy to be dominant to me, knelt between Kristy's legs and slowly approached her pussy with her mouth. After a few gentle kisses, Kristy grasped Shayla's head with both hands and pulled her in.
"Come on, suck this pussy like you mean it!"
