"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable without anything on?" My wife and her friend were lounging beside the small plunge pool in the backyard of our townhouse. It was hot. I had just returned from getting us some drinks and it was obvious the women had been talking.
Besides the apparent interest in seeing me naked, thinly couched in concern for my comfort, both women shared a somewhat predatory facial expression that made me a little apprehensive. I felt my heart rate climb slightly as my imagination took over and my excitement level rose.
"Linda and I were just discussing the relative merits of relieving you of your dignity," she grinned. "It's ok, she knows. You don't need to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
I stared at her, speechless. The tray of drinks in front of me suddenly morphed into a virtual testimony to subservience. Unless I had seriously misunderstood the clandestine activity that we had been engaged in for the past while, becoming her sub was supposed to be our secret. No one else knew except Karla, our coach. Now she was confiding in Linda? Had that night at the club been planned? Of course it had.
"Are you seriously asking me to get naked in front of Linda right now?" I said, fighting to keep the incredulity in my voice down to a minimum.
"No, I'm not asking. I'm telling you." Her tone of voice combined with the circumstances in which she expected me to submit to her direction told me that playtime had reached the next step up. I could feel Linda's eyes on me, almost holding her breath, waiting to see if I would comply. God knows what Erin had told her.
"Put the tray own." It was an order. If I did it, I knew there was no going back. First the tray, next my clothes. Linda would have first-hand evidence of my depravity. If I did as I was told I felt certain I would become a non-person in her eyes. I would become property, striped by my implicit consent of the right to even be embarrassed. Subject to the sexual whim of another and as a result, sanctioned for exploitation.
The consequences of what I was being told to do ricocheted through my mind as I carefully placed the tray of drinks on the table and stole a furtive glance at Linda. Her face was flushed, her eyes were bright and her substantial chest rose and fell deeply with each breath.
"Go ahead David," she said, a little breathlessly. "Don't be shy. Erin and I have been sharing. Rest assured that you can be yourself around me. At least, the self you are becoming. I would like to get to know that man very much." Her voice was quiet and reassuring, coaxing me toward an action that there was no backing away from afterward.
Far from being reassured, my hesitation betrayed my composure. I was sure my compliance would set new, unexplored parameters in my relationship with Linda. But as Erin and I had discussed, disobedience was not an option if I was serious about becoming a better sub.
"Tell you what baby, if it's easier for you, go get us some ice and lose the clothes on the way back," my wife drawled, at once amused by my dilemma and her solution to it. She knew I needed time to process, time to decide. It was time to obey.
"Go, you have 10 minutes. Get back here naked." I turned and walked into the house, aware that I had just acknowledged my status by my obedience, but grateful for the chance to change my headspace and remake an entrance as my wife's slut.
Trying not to think, I stripped off my shorts and T-shirt then pulled off my underwear. With a rush of excitement and dismay, I felt my cock already thickening.
"Five minutes!" My wife yelled across the patio. I started for the door then remembered the ice. Minutes later, clutching a bowlful of cracked ice like a shield, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the sunlight. Six deliberate, heart-pounding strides later I stood in front of my wife and our friend, hard and on display; an obedient sub making himself useful.
"Good boy David," Erin cooed. The pride in her voice was encouraging. "Now show us what a good sub you are and let Linda hold onto your control stick." Linda held out her hand. Her face was a mask, hiding her thoughts as I stepped forward and rested my erection in her warm palm. I was acquiescing to someone other than my wife for the first time, albeit under her direction. Linda's fingers closed firmly around my shaft and squeezed. I gasped. They both smiled.
"He appears to be groomed," Linda observed," already objectifying my presence. Her fingers explored my cock; stroking, squeezing. "Feels too smooth to be natural so I'm thinking this gets shaved. Do you keep his bush clipped too?" Linda asked.
"No, that's his responsibility," she replied. "But I do prefer him clipped short rather than completely shaved. "It's so much more adult," she smiled mischievously. "Did I mention he likes to be spanked? Slapping his ass makes him harder, wanna see," my wife asked?
Of course Linda wanted to watch me being spanked. Her hand tightened and relaxed reflexively while she nodded her affirmative. I felt Erin's hand tracing my right buttock tentatively, then kneading a handful of ass, softening the target.
"SMACK!" My wife slapped my ass loudly while her friend hung onto my stiff cock, holding me in place. An involuntary moan escaped me, audibly labeling me as a slut. The sound seemed to spur the two women on.
"Run the palm of your hand back and forth along the underside of his cock," my wife advised. "It'll drive him crazy and he'll want to fuck your hand but don't let him. It's too soon." She winked at Linda. "This is his first demonstration of subservience to anyone but me. He's going to need some time to get used to being on display and complying with instructions from someone else."
Linda's hand kept moving slowly but relentlessly up and down my shaft while she listen to my wife describe how I was going to become accustomed to being exhibited and available. I barely heard a word. Every fiber in me begged to move in concert to her stroking, but every time I tried to increase the pace Linda took her hand away until I stopped. Apparently Linda was one of those women who seem to be able to do two things at the same time. She could have a conversation with my wife and train me simultaneously. My compliance was instantly rewarded by the resumption of her hand on my erection. I quickly learned to follow Linda's direction.
"Please don't be nervous David," she said quietly. "I understand what you and my friend here are trying to achieve." My cock remained hard in her palm while she reassured me. I felt her other hand fondling my balls.
"I get that this is a big step for you. Admitting to being a sub with someone besides your Domme takes courage. I think you've demonstrated that ... Good boy." Weighing my balls in one hand, Linda resumed stroking my erection excruciatingly slowly with her other hand.
"Don't let him cum yet," my wife reiterated. Linda stopped stroking and held my cock until I stood still. I just stood there, erect and obedient, holding the bowl of ice, not sure what came next.
"You mean he can actually cum just from being played with like this? Doesn't he need to be pumped?" Linda sounded surprised, like she'd had some experience making men produce.
"We're working on making him more sensitive to digital stimulation, aren't we David? So yes, it's taken a lot of practice but I'm proud to say he is now capable of shooting in your hand without much more stimulation than what you were just providing." Linda raised her eyebrows and leaned away from the head of my boner, just in case I was closer to the edge than she thought.
"David, pay attention. Drag your mind away from your cock for a change and listen. This is what's going to happen," my wife interjected. "Linda is going to stay for an hour or so. We have some things to discuss that don't concern you. You keep us supplied with cold drinks and be on hand for anything else we might want. Anything. You can put the bowl down now."
Recovering enough of my mental faculties to respond, I twisted sideways at the waist and bent my knees to place the container of ice on the table without disturbing Linda's hold on me. The ice bowl was the last psychological barrier separating me from my capitulation. I stood, awkward now without even the flimsiest excuse for standing in front of Linda with my cock in her hand. Linda pulled on my cock and I took a step forward. She pulled up and I stood on the front balls of my feet. She pulled down hard and I squatted for her with my cock at a convenient height.
"Hands on top of your head, but keep your balance where you are," she instructed. With my hands clasped on top of my head, I had to arch my back to hold the position and keep my balance. It felt like I was passing some kind of test.
"Erin, you didn't tell me how far he has come in such a short time," Linda said. Without a word Erin moved forward and I felt her hand drift down my back and rest on my ass. Struggling to maintain my balance, I sensed the tip of her finger penetrate my opening. Erin's other hand found my balls hanging within easy reach and rolled them in her fingers. Linda released her grip on my cock and stroked it slowly, easily, as if she had all the time in the world. I began to grunt uncontrollably.
My wife stopped using my rear fuck-hole and let go of my balls. She stood and slapped my ass playfully.
"SMACK!" Stay where you are, Linda may not be finished yet," Erin directed.
Linda used my cock to pull me closer. I shuffled forward on my knees now. She stared at me thoughtfully then released me, picked up a drink from the tray and eased back into the lounge chair, ignoring me. In the absence of any direction from either of the women, I stayed on my knees with my hands on my head and my rigid cock pointing at Linda. Seeing my uncertainty my wife provided direction.
"Sit," she instructed, indicating a footstool at her feet with a nod of her head. "Make yourself comfortable," she grinned. "But keep your knees apart and your hands away from your lap."
Squatting naked on a cassock with my legs spread in front of two clothed women was enough to ensure that I would never get too comfortable. Knowing that my wife was using me to demonstrate her dominance was more than enough to keep me hard while I waited, on display.
"Ignore him Linda, he needs to become accustomed to serving without implicitly demanding attention through his wanton nudity," my wife observed with a wry smile. Besides, I suspect he loves being naked and on display, don't you David? Oh ... and the correct form of address to either of us at this point would be "yes ma'am."
