Note: My thanks to my friends for editing.
*****
It was a long journey. And no trolley service. He swore he wouldn't travel with this train company again. Susie was twitchy, in expectation of what would happen that night. Naked under her short skirt, so he could smell her need, stroke her sometimes, when fellow-passengers weren't looking. Fortunately she'd had the foresight to bring snacks, so they survived without the refreshment trolley, though a cup of tea would have been good.
He'd made this trip before; she hadn't. He pointed out features they were passing as they conversed. They shared a great deal, in their perspectives on the world and the strange doings of humankind, so the discussions were deeply satisfying to him. And, he knew, to her. It was very rare to find someone with whom he was politically, intellectually and sexually so close.
But this excursion wasn't primarily about them. They were travelling to meet someone else. And when he wasn't chatting with Susie, his mind focused on the woman they were to be with. He'd met her online, and they'd been speaking for several weeks. They'd played on Skype, and he understood her well enough to know that she posed him a huge challenge. She had only agreed to meet them, and warned him that she might back out because she was so scared. He usually had enough self-confidence to be sure he could seduce a woman into giving him whatever he needed. But with this woman he wasn't sure. It would be a fascinating encounter.
*****
In the hotel room Susie helped him set the bed up, organise the rope to secure the new woman's cuffs. Then she begged for pleasure. She knew he wasn't going to fuck her; he was saving his spunk for Shonagh. He was her master, but he cared for her. Strict but so kind and loving when she needed it, as she'd learned from their few days together so far. Her heart soared when he instructed her to strip. She felt her cunt flood as he cuffed and blindfolded her. Then it was just sound. And smell. A rasping sound she couldn't identify. A new scent at the edge of her awareness, slightly cloying. His wicked fingers tugged and twisted her nipples, so her cunt gushed. And sweetjesus, his mouth... exploring and teasing her gaping flower. Her hips rose to him, her being focused in the nerve-endings in her groin. And then... the bastard. He moved away.
*****
He tested the candle. Enough hot wax now. Leaned over her silently, aimed carefully. Angled the thing. The most profane scream as the burning substance dripped on one nipple. Formed hot red splats, almost like blood, but blood doesn't congeal instantly like that. The other nipple... more screams. First time she'd screamed like that. Well, she had chosen to have no safeword. Just as well the room was soundproof. He admired the wax-spattered nipples, more erect and pointy than he'd seen them before. Moved the candle. Her clit was large and protruding; an easy target.
Wax dripped. The howl was so primal it even frightened him.
"Jesusfuck master... YELLOW..."
So much for no safeword. He blew the candle out, unlocked the cuffs. Lay beside her, taking her in his arms, stroking her teared face, and kissed her mouth. When she stopped shaking and weeping, he picked the wax carefully from her sexparts. The buzzing wand gave her the explosion she needed.
*****
They'd decided to eat in the hotel before venturing out to meet the other woman in a nearby pub. Intermittent pouring rain discouraged any explorations of a city he knew a wee bit, she not at all. He'd expected her to become nervous as the time approached to meet Shonagh, but she was her usual being, completely self-assured as they dissected the motivation of the stranger they were soon to see. And their own feelings.
Neither of them had been in any sort of a threesome before. Shonagh had told him she'd never had an orgasm with a man, in nearly twenty years of sex. Both of them had chatted with her extensively online, and she'd cammed with him. They understood the woman was nervous as hell, and very edgy. So the course the evening might take was completely unpredictable. They both knew they had to follow and respond to the other woman's needs. She wanted to experience submission and pain for the first time, and the whole event would be about her.
The meal was nothing special. He confined himself to a half-pint of bitter with it; she drank water. Both had to be in complete control of themselves for the evening. They'd just returned to their room with half an hour to spare before they were due to meet the woman, when the phone rang.
"Hi. It's Shonagh."
"You in the pub already? Sorry, we were just about to leave."
"Nope, decided to just come to the hotel. I was scared that if I went to the pub, I might back out with a couple of drinks in me. And I didn't want to back out. Best if I don't have that option."
"I'll be right down. Two minutes."
He was trembling with excitement in the lift. Every sub was different of course. But Shonagh was way off the map, quite outwith his experience. She'd said she wanted him to take complete control, but he knew she had no idea what that meant. So he didn't have a predetermined strategy with her. He'd need to play it by ear. He knew she needed tender too, though she'd denied that when he suggested it on IM.
He drew breath sharply on seeing her in the lobby. Slender, tall, waif-like. Edith Piaf sprang to his mind. Sexy as fuck. But so complicated. It would be an interesting evening. He drew her to him gently, kissed her cheek, led her to the lift. As they ascended, he grabbed her hard and kissed her mouth. Knew her uncertainly. And her arousal. Knew that whatever happened, the evening would be good.
*****
Susie's face was wreathed in a smile as he drew the younger woman into the room. It would be the first real time with another woman for both of them. So many elements of unpredictability. But as he watched the women embrace and whisper greetings, he knew it would be all right. Susie's role was to make her more comfortable. So that her master could play with this new girl. He moved to open the wine as the women separated, closely regarding each other. He was just an extra at this point.
"Want some wine Shonagh?"
"Oh fuck yes. I've never been more nervous. Need a drink. And – she fumbled in her bag – d'you mind if I smoke?"
He'd been surprised to discover that hotels in England still had smoking rooms, and he'd booked one at the younger woman's request. He smoked, but could take it or leave it. But he knew Shonagh needed every prop she could have tonight. He opened the window. Smoking was an issue for Susie, but she'd put up with it for the evening.
He rolled himself one as the girl gulped wine, drew greedily on the cigarette. Fuck, was she skittish. A colt needing to be broken in. He so wanted to touch her, take her in his arms, collar her. But now wasn't the time. She needed to settle, and it might be best if she was alone with Susie for a wee while. So...
"We only have one bottle of wine in the room. We were going to get more booze from Tesco on our way to the pub. I'll just nick out and get some now. What's your preference Shonagh?"
"Oh, let me go get the wine, so you and Shonagh have time together?"
He watched the younger woman's face at Susie's words.
"No, it's best if I go."
*****
The women were embracing on the settee by the window when he returned. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched, strangely detached, but very excited. Every nerve in him wanted to stroke Shonagh's sexform as his lover embraced her. But the time wasn't yet. They were whispering to each other, and his hearing wasn't the best. Just as well; he really didn't want to eavesdrop. They were in private just now, best to leave them like that.
He rolled a fag and moved to the window to smoke, his back to the women as he watched the rain spattering city streets. Opened a can of beer, more for something to do than because he needed a drink. He would make it last for hours, careful sips. But Shonagh's glass was empty, and at the sound of the can opening, she asked him to refill it. He didn't mind how much she drank, if that was what she needed to relax.
He stubbed out the rollup and sat on the bed. Susie had the younger woman's top off now, one hand fondling a breast, the other stroking her thigh. Their breathing was coming faster. Shonagh's fingers went nervously to his lover's tit. Both were gasping now. The younger woman's breasts were bared, and Susie's mouth descended. His hand moved to his groin. He'd never in his life seen such beautiful nipples. Hmm... no that wasn't right. But they equalled those of his beloved ex in their perfection.
Susie pulled back from the embrace. Nodded pointedly at him. He stood, opened his arms. The younger woman rose uncertainly, moved towards him. Her mouth opened under his and he tasted her hesitant willingness. He stroked her back and she pressed her hips against his. Whispered something in his ear. He withdrew slightly from her.
"No Shonagh, I don't want a blowjob. Not yet anyway. How're you feeling?"
"I really like Susie. I'm wet."
"Good girl. Go back to her now, I love watching you together."
Her fingers found him through his trousers.
"Mmm, so I can feel."
He refilled her glass. Hmm, she was drinking quickly. Watched as she removed her bra, settled in Susie's arms. Fuck, such beautiful tits. A gorgeous body. He removed his shoes, resumed a spectator role. Watched the women undress each other piece by piece, heard their moans as skin rubbed on skin. They were down to panties and thighhighs when a mobile buzzed. Shonagh jerked away from her companion, panic on her face as she looked at the phone.
"Music, need music. Put some fucking music on will ya?"
Susie grabbed the remote, flicked channels searching fruitlessly for music. He was puzzled.
"Why do you need music lassie?"
"It's my husband. He thinks I'm working late, then going to the pub."
"If I'd know I'd have brought music. But there's none. Can't you just call him back from here?"
"I need street sounds at least, something he can recognise."
"Stand by the open window?"
"Not enough noise."
She was struggling into her clothes...
"Need to go out to call him, sorry."
Panic was etched on her face. If that's what she had to do, that's what would happen. He laced his brogues as she patted her hair into a semblance of order. There were tears in her eyes in the lift, and he licked them from her.
"It's OK lassie. I'll wait whilst you make your call."
She left the building. He stood at the entrance smoking, wondering where her head was. She'd told him something of her marriage, enough that he knew she couldn't upset her husband. She returned after five minutes, face smiling. He smiled back, relieved.
"All OK?"
"Yeah. He's a funny bugger."
In the lift she sank against him, supine, submissive. He pulled a hard nipple, naked under her flimsy top.
"I want you Shonagh. Tonight you're going to give yourself to me. Aren't you?"
"Yes."
