My wife, Linda lent me to her best friend Susie for a party.
It started when we were drunk. My wife, Susie -- her best friend of many years -- and I were all having dinner and drinks. We'd exhausted our usual conversations and had gotten to talking about sex. The talk got naughtier, and Linda blurted out how I like to be tied up and dominated sometimes.
Susie's eyes got very bright and I turned really red -- I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment.
"Really Mark?" she'd asked, a tease to her tone, "You like to be all tied up? Why?"
I blushed more, and Linda said, "He likes to be teased -- and well, to be made to, uh, do things."
"Baby!" I said.
She grinned, "Well you do!"
It was true. I don't consider myself a submissive, but I sometimes liked the feeling of not being in control during sex.
And having to do things sometimes made them easier to do. But I didn't want to explain that to Susie -- I was both mortified and excited that she now knew some of my turn-ons.
I'd always flirted with Susie, but other than the corny innuendo that is sometimes expected banter I had never shared anything deeper. As my wife's best friend, she was far, far into the 'out-of-reach,' 'danger don't touch' category.
Susie giggled. "You should see the look on your face!"
Then she looked thoughtful -- as thoughtful as someone who'd had three or four margaritas can -- and said, "I've always liked the idea of being the one in charge, but none of my boyfriends have ever wanted to try it."
"I had no idea you were into that sort of thing," she added.
Then she mentioned that she was going to a party the next day for one of her divorced friends who was getting remarried.
"The theme is leather and lace. Maybe I should dress naughty and bring you on a leash to entertain the girls!"
The two of them had really giggled then, and Linda had said, "Yeah, why not -- dress him up, put him in cuffs and take him along!"
I felt a plunging eagerness open up in my stomach -- instant butterflies and excitement. My cock got hard too.
Linda reached over and slid her hand across my lap. She felt me and grinned.
"Oh yes, take him."
Susie was really grinning at me now, and her eyes had gotten bright again.
"Would you do it?" she asked.
Let her dress me up in a leash and take me handcuffed to a bachelorette party? Oh God! I was instantly turned on and scared -- but more turned on.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound casual.
"You'll come to the party dressed as my slave in cuffs?" she said making me blush.
"I said yes!"
"Say it -- " she said.
"I'll go to the party with you as your slave in cuffs," I said, trying to sound casual.
Linda laughed. "Well now you'll get the chance to try being in charge," she said.
Susie's eyes gleamed a bit brighter and she smiled.
I'd always been attracted to Susie -- she is a lot like my wife, but bigger framed -- almost amazon-like. Her intensity always quietly excited me and the thought of going with her and her trying out being in charge was hot.
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Later in bed, I asked my wife if she was really serious.
"Yes," she said, grinning at me.
"You would love it so much -- I could feel you getting hard. You just go and do whatever she says!"
"I know you're attracted to her," she said, "so enjoy -- just not so much that you lose your focus on me!"
"And no actual sex!" she added.
It's one of the reasons I love Linda -- her willingness to help me live my fantasies.
The fact that she's alway given me enough rope to hang myself with had made me want to stay closer to her than anyone else I'd been attracted to over the years we'd been together.
Although this was taking the metaphor to new places.
I nodded and was so turned on that we started to have sex -- which started with me on top and then ended with her holding my hands over my head, her pussy on my face telling me to lick and that I'd better obey her friend just like this.
It was a sexy thought, but I knew things would never go that far.
"Although it'd be hot if they did," I thought, imagining it was Susie and licking more intently.
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The next day Susie got me dressed up for the party. She'd gone out shopping that afternoon and had brought back some leather shorts. They covered me and had a back -- it wasn't a g-string -- but there were snaps that held part of the front on, which meant it could be taken off.
She'd also gotten me a black t-shirt to wear over the shorts that said 'Toy' on it, a black collar with the word 'Slut' in silver on it. The collar had a ring on the front.
She gave me the shirt and shorts then told me to get dressed.
The excitement was palpable. I was so turned on it was unbelievable.
I got dressed, putting on some black leather shoes -- but my legs were bare up to my short shorts, and I felt exposed, even dressed in the t-shirt.
My cock was hard so I bulged like crazy under the covering.
When I came out of the bedroom, Susie was waiting and looked like a BDSM fantasy come to life.
She wore a PVC dress that went to above her knees and black boots that gleamed in the light. The dress was strapless and I could see her deep cleavage as her boobs threatened to spill over the top.
In her hands she held the leash, the collar, a pair of handcuffs and a riding crop.
Linda, who was standing behind her, saw me react to the outfit and grinned.
She winked and mouthed 'I love you!' and I smiled back.
"Put them on him," she said to Susie who came forward and pushed my hands behind my back.
She stood in front of me, her deep cleavage in view, her perfume something exotic and musky. Her arms went around me and she held my wrists in one hand, her touch on me firm.
It made my already hard cock harder, feeling her touch me, knowing she was about to handcuff me. Plus there was the added thrill that it was Susie -- my forbidden attraction -- suddenly in a sexual situation with me.
She squeezed my wrists and used her other hand to snap each cuff on, looking me in the eye as she clicked them shut.
I felt giddy with excitement being bound by her. There was a devilish glint in her eye that said she could tell. She squeezed my hands, dropping them and raising her eyebrows, grinning.
Susie then took the collar and bucked it on me.
As she did, Linda spoke.
"As long as you are wearing the collar you have to do anything Susie says," she said, emphasizing the word 'anything.'
"Whether you want to or not," she added, "she's in control."
I nodded, "Yes babe," I said. I was excited by what she was saying, but knew in the back of my mind that 'anything' would stay within the boundaries of their friendship. Still the whole situation was pretty exciting.
Susie reached up and grabbed the ring on my collar. She tugged it a bit, pulling me forward, and lifted my chin up with the hand holding the leash. She clicked it on and tugged it, pulling me in a circle.
"Very nice," she said to Linda, "Thanks friend!"
Linda nodded and said, "Have fun!"
Then Susie tugged me forward.
"Come on," she said. "We've got a party to show you to."
I started to move forward and she reached back and slapped my ass with the crop.
"Faster!" she said.
Then she led me outside to a waiting limo, all tied up and turned on. The partition was up between the front and back, so I couldn't see the driver.
After we got in, she reached in her purse and pulled out a black leather blindfold, putting it on me. It covered my eyes completely and I couldn't see a thing.
I sat there, feeling the weight of the leash on my neck, the cuffs on my hands, and the air on my bare legs. My lack of control over the situation was turning me on.
She reached over and began to stroke my legs, moving up and down my inner thighs, like you might absently stroke a pet.
She wasn't shy with her hands, resting them on me, and several times brushed my crotch. I was surprised that she was so bold, but figured she was getting into character so I didn't object. Plus, I liked it.
I couldn't help groaning a little when she did touched me, and she sort of um-hummed, but otherwise didn't acknowledge that she'd done anything unusual, which turned me on. Pretty much anything would have turned me on at this point.
Then she leaned close and put her lips to my ear.
"I'm going to show you to my friends tonight and you have to do whatever I say. If you disobey I'll punish you -- in front of all of them. You're to stay quiet unless asked a question. If you do have to speak you'll address me as Mistress. Do you understand?"
I knew what she wanted me to say and said it, "Yes Mistress."
"Say you'll obey me completely," she said.
"I'll obey you completely Mistress," I said.
"Like I was Linda," she added.
"Yes Mistress," I said, "like you were Linda."
I was scandalized and excited. If I obeyed her like that, she could make me do anything!
"That's a good boy," she said and bit my ear.
"Now," she said, and I could hear her voice get thick, "I have to see how well you obey."
"But first I need to see what I'm showing."
I felt a little quiver at her use of the word 'need.'
I felt her reach down to the covering on the shorts and begin unsnapping it. One, two, three -- three more snaps and I felt her pull it away, no hesitation, no tentativeness.
My cock was exposed to her!
I gasped. This was definitely crossing lines that hadn't been crossed before!
"Mmmmmm!" she said.
I was shocked. I reminded myself that I had to do what she said while I was wearing the collar, but part of me was thinking "But I didn't expect her to do this!"
However stunned my brain was, my body was reacting appropriately to the situation. My cock was rock hard, head throbbing in time to my racing heart.
I was exposed to my wife's best friend -- now Mistress -- and loving it, even as I was nervous by the fact that we were in new territory. That just made it all the sexier.
Her fingernails touched my balls, then she cupped them and traced my shaft to my head. Fingers circled my head and she stroked me several times.
I groaned, loving her touch as my mind was blown.
"MMMM," she said, pulling her hand away. "So hard!"
"You LOVE being like this for me, don't you?"
Did I ever.
"Yes Mistress," I whispered.
She leaned forward and licked my ear.
"Now let's see if you will obey," she said blowing the words into my ear.
"Kiss whatever I put in front of you."
I was supposed to obey, and in a strange way the fact that this was something I was supposed to do, had agreed to do, made the situation a little more familiar and felt safer.
