"Now, Jon," you said, "she's ready to go out. Where shall we take her?"
I was on my hands and knees in the middle of Jon's living room. I still had my short skirt on, and underpants, but sandals, shirt and bra had been discarded a while ago. It was the addition of a bright pink collar and leash that had given my lover the sense that I was now ready to go out. It was a hot summer night, and I wasn't shivering from the cold, but from feeling exposed, and from being stirred up inside. This was only the second time Jon had been included, and it was apparent that he was enjoying himself. I hadn't asked or even implied, that I wanted to play with him. Clearly my lover had made a decision to let another man use me. Part of me thought that I ought to be upset by this, but mostly it turned me on. Once I would have been, but things had changed.
Over the last few months, I had reached a new place in my head while playing these games. I was finding that I could just let go of something dwelling inside of me. I no longer worried about what this meant to me, or why I wanted to do this. I gave up on big questions, on trying to figure out what I needed or what I wanted. I let my gut reactions of embarrassment and humiliation wash over me, leaving arousal in their wake. Those feelings only made me want more of my lover, and to let him take as much of me as he wanted. A thought that had gone through my head several times was along the lines: "he's gently, each time, pushing at my limits," but there wasn't much gentle about how we were playing. So I stayed on hands and knees, and I tried not think about going out. Still, it was hard to avoid those big glass doors in front of me.
Jon had sat down on the couch, next to me and was fondling my breasts. More gently now than earlier, but it wasn't the intensity of the touch that pulling hard on me. I stood very still and thought about the fact that it was another man's hands touching me. It wasn't that it was just another man, I had had many lovers, male and female over the years. It was the scene. I hadn't played with anyone for a many years, until my lover and I had carefully begun this part of our relationship a year ago.
For me, no really, for us, the domination and submission was part of the trust that underlay our love. While Jon and I were friends we had not had anything approaching a sexual relationship before this. He was married, happily and quite monogamous. I wasn't sure what he wanted out of these games with me. I knew that he was no stranger to bondage or discipline, but I had no idea of what he would do to me, with me. My lover had, in essence, said to me "do this, do it for me, I don't ask, I tell you." And I so knelt while another man caressed my naked breasts and talked about me as if I was there only for his pleasure.
"Out?" Jon asked, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Out on the porch?" I was still sufficiently anxious that the porch actually sounded pretty tame to me.
"Oh, no, I mean Out, out. Down the street. Walking the dog. Displaying the body." I stood very still. "Actually, she's not quite ready. Lets get her into pants, to save her knees." How thoughtful, he's worried about my knees. He grabbed my gym bag and pulled out a pair of old grey sweats. "These will be easy to put on" and tossed them to Jon. Standing behind me, and leaning over, he reached his arms around me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. This was not a development I had thought of. I am always worried about looking heavy, and I knew that on hands and knees, with my ass up in the air, was not a flattering. He lifted on leg at a time, as he pulled my skirt off, leaving me there in lace underpants. I didn't know which was worse for me, feeling my ass exposed, or the visible wet spot.
Jon had not taken his eyes off of me, and now rested a hand on my shoulder. He slowly ran it down my back, as if stroking his dog. My eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. "Hand me those sweats," my lover said, as he worked each foot into them. He drew them up slowly over my legs, touching me softly on the back of my thighs. He tightened the drawstring and stood up. "Let's go." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
There are two ways that dogs walk with their masters. There are eager dogs that bound ahead, pulling their owners after them. On the other hand there are hesitant dogs who follow behind. That was me. We walked out of Jon's house, and down the steps, which are long, and therefore difficult on hands and knees. I don't think I have been so acutely aware of my breasts since I was a teenager. I could feel them bouncing underneath of me with each step down. I didn't move very fast, and once or twice felt a strong tug on the leash. Neither man said very much, and I had no idea of how much they were watching.
Jon lives on a long street that gets used as a cut through in his neighborhood. Its not a main street, but it can get busy. There are houses only on one side, and woods on the other. When we got to the sidewalk, Jon said "Well, which way?" and got the reply "oh, lets just walk a bit." The two men turned towards the business area, walking side by side, with me behind. I felt ignored. There wasn't a lot of foot traffic but several cars sped by. There lights flashed on me, quickly, but I couldn't tell if anyone could see me. I was putting most of my energy into walking on all fours. It was easier, of course, not to think about it at all.
My lover stopped, and turned around towards me. "Alice, are you doing OK?" he asked. I nodded, as he reached around to stroke my breasts. I didn't think they could get harder, but my nipples responded immediately to his touch. I heard a car slow and pull over to the curb behind us. I tried to hold my arms in front of my chest, as I sat back on my heels. I couldn't exactly squat like a dog, but this seemed good enough. I hunched over to protect and hide my chest.
"Alice, if you sit like that, I will tie your arms behind your back." I let my arms drop to my sides.
My lover looked up expectantly as a door opened and voices reached us. I couldn't look, and kept my head down, but all of the sounds seemed to reach me in great clarity. I heard feet hit the ground and indistinct words in male and female timbers. "Hi," a female voice, young, as steps came closer, "We, uh, just noticed, uh.."
"Oh, please do come and see my pet," as a hand stroked the back of my head, gently at first, then grabbing my hair, hard, and dragged my head up. The steps came closer, and I could see out of the corner of my eye a figure bending down.
"Wow, she doesn't have a shirt on, that must be against the law." It was the voice of a teenaged boy. The girl just giggled.
"Would you like to touch her?" my lover asked. The boy was rocking back and forth on his feet, not sure at all about this negotiation.
"Can I touch her, uh, her, tits?" I tried to remember how I felt about sex at that age, and couldn't.
"Sure" my lover said to him, and to me "Alice, sit up straight, hands behind your neck, again." I did, and got a glimpse of the other two. Very young. Teenagers. I hoped they weren't the children of anyone we knew, I hoped that this wasn't going to be a lot of trouble later. And then I stopped thinking about things like that, as the guy reached an awkward hand and squeezed my right breast. People touching, people watching. My nipples were painfully erect.
"Uh, wha, look at that" the girl said, barely able to get to words out between gasps and giggles, "look at that, there's a, uh, a ring on her boob, uh, through, uh, in her boob." The boy stopped touching long enough to look at my other breast. "Oh, that must have hurt to get that done" said the girl, saying what was probably the first thing that came to her mind. It was a toss-up as to which of them was more surprised. The boy reached out to touch the ring, totally entranced.
"Go ahead," urged my lover, "she likes to have the ring played with." I thought that I was inured to being spoken of in the third person, since he had been talking about me to Jon all evening. But I found that talking about me like that to these two young people was reopening feelings of being used.
The boy reached out and twisted the ring a little. "Harder" said my lover. "Hurt her." The girl stared at him in amazement and started to say something, but never got beyond gasping and stuttering. The boy pulled harder, and pulled my nipple out as far as it would go. Tears squeezed out of my eyes and I moaned. My eyes slitted open to see my tormentor. The first layer was confusion, but something like pleasure sat behind his eyes. "You people are very very weird" said the girl. "Come on, Mike, lets get out of here." But Mike was clearly too fascinated to leave immediately. He pulled on my ring again, and the girl started tugging on his arm. He pinched at my nipple and grabbed at my other breast. "I want to go," she said "I don't think this is fun." Reluctantly he let go, and turned.