While he worked at his computer, she sat quietly on the settee, looking out the window at the rain. A book lay open but unread on her lap and she seemed a thousand miles away. He occasionally looked her when she was not noticing and he saw a lot.
She looked lost and innocent, not wanting to give up her elegant ladylike manner, not knowing what she wanted, except for direction from one who gets his greatest pleasure from making her in his own image. He could see the desire to be of use and used in her eyes.
And then in a moment no one else would notice…. And because he knew her so well, knew her better than anyone else alive knew her, he saw the slight change. From innocent to wanton, from perfect lady to total slut, he saw the deep sexual desire blossom within her. There would be a sudden flash in her eyes, which indicated the change and no one but him would ever recognize the transformation. Others might understand the different in the atmosphere around the two of them, Master and submissive, but the actual thoughts and spark that he recognized would go over everyone else’s head. They would be as oblivious to the sudden wetness between her legs…but he would know…he’d simply sense it. …no one else would have more than a glimmer of the electricity that passed between him or her when the signal was sent and received.
Age old ritual…the female signals and the male takes over. It signified.
He knew she was ready and where he wished her to be. Not only just ready… ready for him.
Then as if he never looked from his keyboard he softly said, “Remove your dress please.”
She startled, then slowly closed the book, and laid it aside. Standing she slipped the dress over her head and laid it on top of the book. Her breasts glimmered with the soft light of dusk. She stood before him with the light shining softly off her smoothly shaven pussy. Her legs spread naturally… or as naturally as he had trained her to present herself as she stood.
He had exacting standards. And though he had made a name for himself in the lifestyle his rules had never changed. From the beginning he had been firm with her but fair. He had trained her to stand, to sit, to walked beside him, and to maintain a ladylike appearance in public. In private he had trained her to display herself for him, come on his command or nearly so, taught her how to pleasure him best and gave her the experience of heaven and hell in but a moment of time.
As she stood before him, she knew this was private time and so she adjusted her legs more widely spread. Her mind also began to come into focus on him. She waited for his command…. something was going to happen and she did not know what…. a request for a cup of tea, directions to dress for an outing, or a session…. it could be anything.
“You may sit back down but spread your legs widely for me.” He still had not looked at her as far as she knew. Her reflection in his monitor told him she had obeyed.
“Are you sore?”
“A little….”
“From what?”
“You.”
“Where?”
“My pussy and my nipples.”
“Hhhmmmm…. ass isn’t sore at all then?”
“No.”
“Well then that shall be taken care of shortly. Go to the playroom and get out the cuffs and a blindfold.”
She rose, nervous that maybe she had provoked him and noticed him checking the clock and then walked into the playroom to do as she had been told.
He stood in the doorway watching her just as she finished laying the items he had requested on the bed. Walking to her, he cuffed her wrists and ankles and then kissed her just before placing the blindfold over her eyes. Leading her to a waist high padded table he bent her forward over it and secure each wrists to the furthest ends and her legs, spread widely to the table legs. The table was no more than body width and her head hung down over the side.
Then he sharply slapped her ass simply because he liked the way it was presented to him. Smiling when she cried out he slapped her again…this time fully on her open exposed pussy.
Then suddenly he walked away from her and she heard the door close as he left the room. Her bottom and pussy burned from his slaps. Being blindfolded and alone made her feel so very vulnerable. Being left alone made me feel the sensations of stinging more. Mentally she went over her body, feeling the tenderness from previous uses…. feeling the stinging from the last two slaps.
What was he doing? Where was he? How long was she going to be tied immobile over this table? Had she closed the curtains securely that morning? Her nipples hardened as the door opened after what seemed like an hour…when actually it had only been a few minutes. Then she heard the door close and even though he said nothing to her she knew she was no longer alone in the room.
Suddenly she felt his hand on her ass and lubricant being applied to her anus. Oh no, she thought….he is going to use my bottom somehow now….. oh I am not ready for that! Without a word he probed her ass with his fingertip as if testing the tightness and then she felt his cock pressing into her bottom. She cried out weakly and tried desperately to relax and accept his intrusion. Just as he slid himself fully into her ass, she suddenly got the feeling something was not right.
He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. She opened her mouth to protest but never got a sound out of her lips before a cock was pushed into her mouth.
She nearly fainted from shock. If her Master was mouth-fucking her, who was fucking her ass? The two men began to pump into her together, she felt the concussion grow wilder in her body, and her mind struggled to accept what was happening to her.
He watched her squirm, her tied body wiggling in discomfort and dismay, and a devilish smile played across his lips. Jamming himself more deeply into her he listened for her muffled cries of protest. Using her like this was a new experience to them both and whether she liked it or not, and it was beginning to appear she did not, did not matter in the least bit to him…he was enjoying himself. The sexual stimulation was nice enough but more importantly was the pleasure he was receiving from her position, her inability to refuse or withdraw and her vulnerability. On top of that he was extremely pleased at the obvious pleasure this other man was getting from his submissive’s body. Pride in his ownership and the knowledge that he had to power over her to do something like this was intoxicating.
And while they continued to thrust their cocks into her, her mind flashed from one thought to another and her body continued to respond to their stimulation even as it sent signals of pain and humiliation through her. Her bottom was on fire…the pain was intense and difficult to control…she wanted to escape…to be free of this horrid indignity…to flee the hurt. Her mouth and throat was too full and she resisted the constant thrusting of her Master’s hard shaft in her throat. Tears came to her eyes and threatened to spill over. Heat coursed through her veins, making her nipples hardened and tingly and her clit throbbed painfully, wanting to be touched. If only she could come it would relieve some of the situation…if only she was allowed an orgasm, then she could drift off into sub space for a while.
But that was denied her. Her Master did not wish her to be anything less that perfectly aware of what they were doing to her. As if they agreed on the proper time to take their own pleasure the two cocks exploded in her nearly at the same time. She instinctively tightened her ass muscles around the pulsing cock buried oh so deeply inside her as she felt it begin to throb. But her focus was on swallowing…her throat jammed full with a pulsating cock, the mouth filling to overflowing with his come, the spurting forcing her to repeatedly swallow quickly.
Not a word was said to her as they withdrew from her body and left her tied in position. She sucked air in through her mouth in order to recover herself and then wiggled her bottom in an effort to adjust her position. She could hear them still in the room and knew they were lighting cigarettes as they began to relax. And she could not keep from feeling embarrassed at her own nakedness. It was difficult enough to be naked for him…but having another present magnified the humiliation.
And she moaned aloud when she felt her insides convulse to rid themselves of the come that had been left inside her…and she tightened all her muscles against the contractions. This made her pussy leak a bit and the inside of her thighs began to show dampness.
Her Master walked over to her, released her from her cuffs, and then helped her stand. Still blindfolded she lowered her face and crossed her hands in front of her only to receive a swat on her ass for her actions.
“Stand in the proper position!”
She stood straighter, spread her legs to a comfortable but wide position, removed her hands, placed them at her side, and thrust her breasts forward.
Master began to speak again but obviously not to her, “She is going to need to clean herself up now.” The other man may have nodded or not, she did not know, but he did not speak at all...his identity was still a complete mystery to her.
Then he addressed her again. “I am going to remove your blindfold but you are not to look at my guest at all…. do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Then you are going to the bathroom where you will have 20 minutes to clean yourself completely. Do you know what that means?”
She shivered and then feeling she had better have his complete instructions and not leave anything to chance, she said, “No Sir.”
He laughed. “Two full enemas, the first one very warm and the second one hotter than the first. You may take the first one at a slower pace, then release it and give yourself the second one quickly.”
Tears of shock trickled down from underneath her blindfold. This was too t too much of an embarrassment to have her Master say something this intimate in front of another. She moaned softly in distress and he responded with a laugh. Her distress was so obvious to both men and when she did not react or respond at all, he asked.
“Shall I have you leave the door to the bathroom open?”
“Oh No, please Sir, nooooo.” The response was immediately and pleading.
Laughing he said, “Ok you may close the door even though we all know what you will be doing behind that door, but once you have finished, you will open the door before you get into the shower. And remember 20 minutes and I want you back here.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” He removed her blindfold and she carefully kept her eyes lowered as she walked to the bedroom door and opened it.
