Coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower, I stop before the bed. It's all there. He's laid it all out for me, and the tension that I had been feeling all afternoon ratchets up another notch.
"Oh, god, oh god," I mutter, not really aware of what I'm saying.
Slowly I begin to dress, mechanical, my fingers occasionally fumbling. I know this clothing, had helped choose the outfit, but each piece feels alien, even menacing. I try to keep my mind from thinking anything, but a low grade anxiety sits like a rock in the back of my mind.
At the sound of the doorbell from the living room I start, gasping, and take a half step back, my hand at my throat.
"Get a grip," I order myself firmly, smiling wryly at my schoolgirl reactions. "Jeez."
I climb into the center of the bed and position myself in "Waiting." I feel myself begin to relax with the familiarity of the pose. Kneeling, sitting on my heels, legs wide spread. With my hands open and upturned on my thighs, I face the door and breath slowly and deeply. The faint dance of lights behind my eyelids comforts me and when I hear Him enter the room, there is no more jumping. I release a light sigh as I hear him stop at the foot of the bed.
"There's my little one. We have a visitor. Are you ready?"
I nod in response, keeping my eyes tightly closed. At His voice my body shivers, the source of so much goodness and so much fear. Pain, pleasure, comfort, stress... these have always been a part of who He is to me but tonight will take them all to a level we've never visited before.
First, He puts on the blindfold. Thank god for blindfolds. I know some find the lack of sight a terror itself. To me the opposite. I'm safe blindfolded. Why? Who knows. In the animal kingdom maybe I would be an ostrich, hiding my head at the sight of predators, but in this environment I don't know what I would do without it.
Smoothing my hair around my shoulders, He then fits the collar around my neck. It's a thicker leather than my usual and much wider, forcing me lift my chin a bit, almost a posture collar. And this one locks.
Last, and unexpectedly, He grasps my hands off my thighs, pulling them behind my back. Before I can do more than straighten with a jerk, my wrists are bound in cuffs. Not tight, comfortable even, but a few convulsive yanks proves to me quickly that I won't be escaping on my own.
His large hand is suddenly at the back of my neck, buried in my hair, dragging me forward. It isn't painful, but I'm off balance and frantically I crawl forward on my knees. Only the firm grip on my elbow keeps me from falling face first off the bed. I find my feet and stumble forward, led by Him out the bedroom, into the living room and none too gently. We stop.
"Here she is." ...
My eyes flick back and forth between Dale and Lisa, watching both their reactions. He's obviously very impressed by the situation, a bound and essentially helpless woman being presented to him by his long-time friend. Only recently have I let him in on my... less than usual inclinations and I always had the impression that he didn't really believe me. Here was the proof.
His eyes wander over her body, and I have to say I'm pretty pleased myself. My pet and I had debated a while before deciding on this very classic, very sexy and very sub outfit. Blindfold, collar and cuffs are all black and the satin corset is as well with some cherry red trim. The darkness against her skin highlights just how fair she is and from experience I know the red will complement any marks she gets. From out mouths, our hands, our belts. They'll all show nicely.
I'd had to push on the stockings and garters. She'd wanted black of course. I insisted on red. "But that's so... slutty looking," she'd protested at the lingerie shop. My response... "Of course. That's kind of the point... slut." Back in the car after purchasing the stockings, she'd been sopping wet. I knew I'd made the right decision.
"Can I," asks Dale and I nod my head, indicating for him to help himself. He steps forward, and grasping her by her constricted waist, pulls Lisa roughly to him, kissing her bruisingly on the lips. I'm glad I decided on barefoot, noticing that he takes no precautions against her overbalancing, a distinct concern with her blindfolded and bound without the use of her hands.
At the touch of Dale's hands and lips, I can see my girl stiffen, her body tensing. A low whimper issues from her throat and Dale pulls his head back although he continues to grind his hips against her.
"Are you sure this is okay? I mean, she seems uh scared?"
"Absolutely Dale. Lisa is completely consenting to this. I haven't gagged her, so she can use her safe word at any time. Isn't that right?"
Even with her voice trembling, my sub is firm and clear. "This is 100% consensual Sir. I know my Master is going to share me with you and that's what I want as well. I want this." With her last words she turns her cheek towards me, rubbing it, like a cat, against my wrist. With my hand still at her neck, I stroke my thumb up and down behind her ear. A secret caress unseen by Dale, a communication that she is safe and that I will take care of her through this.
"Plus, check this out." Using my knee and leg, I roughly part the sub's legs and with my free hand grasp her shaved cunt from behind. After two quick and dirty thrusts of my middle finger, I pull it out and show the ample wetness to Dale. "She's more than willing. Remember, she's a slut and wants to be used. Even by men she's never met. You're a nasty little girl aren't you?"
Dale seems taken aback by my rough language, he knows me as a generally soft-spoken individual, but my girl reacts just as I expect; a shudder runs through her body and she swallows convulsively before stammering, "Y-yes Master. What You said." ...
The man begins kissing me again, roughly, using my mouth. His hands roam over my chest, the tops of my breasts, dipping his fingers into the corset to squeeze my hard nipples. Against my stomach I can feel his cock, already hard and his quickening breath is warm and wet against my face and neck.
Inside I'm conflicted, pulled in two opposite directions. What's being done to my body by this man isn't turning me on. I'm not repulsed, but very separate feeling, like part of my mind is watching objectively, taking notes. Yet my pussy is tingling, my knees are shaking and my heart is pounding. Because of Him. I can feel his eyes on me almost as clearly as his hand on my neck. And it's turning me on. A lot.
I begin kissing the man back, although I don't know that it's really necessary for his enjoyment at this point. Envisioning how I look to my Master, I lean into the mauling, rising up on my toes, rubbing my body against the man and I moan, thinking how I must look. So horny and willing to let anyone use me.
His hands run down my back, over my ass, caressing the highly sensitive crease where my butt joins my legs. The contrast is astounding. Where the stranger's hands and mouth touch I feel like a piece of meat, an object. Where my Master touches feels electrified, each square inch of flesh coming alive and reacting to it's owner.
I only realize He is kneeling behind me when I feel His teeth nip my ass. I cry out. It isn't even particularly painful, but it's intense, and then followed quickly with a sharp spank. One finger gathers some wetness and starts rubbing my clit, slowly, like I do myself when just starting, as He alternates bites, kisses and slaps to my ass cheeks. Beginning to lose control, my hips start grinding and low, continuous moans are issuing unchecked from my lips. The man holds my shoulders and steps away from me. I know he is watching, maybe amazed at my reaction, how obviously aroused I am in this situation.
A few more seconds or minutes pass, I'm not sure, and I hear the man ask, "Is she going to cum like that?" My Master's chuckle rumbles through me, making my clit twitch and He says, "Oh, she could but I won't let her. She has to earn that." ...
I can tell that Dale is impatient to move on to more and I briefly consider explaining to him that there isn't any rush, this scene could last hours if we wanted, and that the fun is in staying in control for as long as possible. But I decide against this. He'll see and if there is a next time, maybe he'll take it slower then.
I suggest that he sit down and get comfortable while I grab us some drinks. Lisa is blindfolded, but she jerks her face in my direction and I can tell that she wants to ask me to not go, to not leave her alone with this stranger. To make the situation clear I position her before Dale, legs spread wide over his and tell him, "Do what you like, I don't want her to go cold on us before I get back." A whining whimper is her response, but she says nothing, just drops her head forward as far as the collar will allow, looking resigned.
From the kitchen, I have a clear view of the two of them via a reflection from the hall mirror, something I had confirmed earlier in the day and so I can keep an eye on the situation without appearing to interfere.
Dale is involved with her pussy, playing with the rings, pulling back her hood to rub and tease her clit. He's just working a second finger up inside when I return with two beers in my hand and I can tell my pet is getting frustrated. Convulsively her hips jerk towards Dale, and she is alternately biting her bottom lip and clenching her jaw. I can see that she is wet and swollen, her labia a deep pink, but it takes time to get to know what makes a woman tick and each one is different. Dale doesn't yet know Lisa's tricks and she is obviously getting quite desperate for a more sure touch.
I hand Dale his beer, which he immediately sets on the side table. Internally I roll my eyes a bit, but acquiesce to the inevitable. Setting my own beverage down I gather the little one into my arms. She moans and instantly buries her face in my shoulder, and I grasp her ass with one hand, helping her to ride my thigh as Dale and I talk.
