Author's Note:
This story contains sexual situations involving restraints. This is a MFM fantasy containing anal stimulation, vaginal and oral sex. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to "use" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: slyc_willie and Remec for granting me permission to bring another of my naughty fantasies to life. Most of all thanks to CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. Thanks again to Literotica for all they do in order to provide all of us a place to post, chat, read, write and just hang out. ~ Red
Mistress, may I?
Remec stared at the invitation in his hand; the embossed letters of crimson seemed to glow in the waning sunlight. He wasn't sure what Red was up to, but he knew it would involve something wicked and fun, or at least he hoped it would. The sound of footsteps on the gravel walkway brought him out of his musings and Remec turned to greet the other guest to Red's night of debauchery.
"Evenin' Slyc." He extended his hand, grasped Slyc's in a welcoming grip and then dropped it. "It's been a while since we've crossed paths. I take it you got one of Red's naughty invites too?"
Slyc_willie grinned, held up his card and winked. "That I did. Any ideas what she has in store for us?"
Remec chuckled. "I have a clue, but we'll see if she can pull it off."
"You have your doubts?"
"Doubting Red is something I would not normally do, but in this case. . .Yes, I do."
"Well you shouldn't," a new voice, joined the two deeper baritone ones. Remec and Slyc turned to see Red standing proudly on the threshold of her door. "Why don't you two boys come in and we'll get started." She stepped back, allowing passage for her two guests. Remec bent down to kiss her, but she turned her head. "I don't think you've been given permission to touch me," she told him, then smirked at his faux expression of hurt. Slyc, having heard Remec's chastisement, lifted one brow and followed the other man in, not making a move toward Red. She smiled wide, though inside, her heart beat rapidly.
The door closed behind the three of them and Red leaned against it. "Slyc, there is wine in the study; pour us all a glass while Remec helps me dress." Without another word Red left, snapping her fingers at Remec and taking the lead. Her heels clicked along the solid wood floor and then tapped quietly up the staircase which led to her bedroom as well as the guest rooms.
"Are you nervous?" she asked Remec, once they reached the top of the stairs.
Remec laughed. "Nervous? No. Anxious. Yes."
Red smiled, continued down the hall and stopped at the end where the door to her bedroom hung open. "You'll have to undress me and then aid me with what I've chosen for this evening." Red pointed to the bed. A black leather corset, a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, crotchless panties and a collar of black crystals lay on the soft comforter. The sound of Remec's breath catching in his throat was easily heard by Red and her lips rose in a wider grin. "Glad you like," she told him, before turning and presenting herself to his willing hands.
"Who wouldn't like?" he asked. Remec reached out, closing the distance that separated them with just two steps and began to ease the pearl buttons of Red's cashmere sweater from their homes. Inch by inch, her creamy, lightly freckled flesh was revealed to his brown eyes. She watched the color of them darken slightly as the roundness of her breasts were exposed. The top of her bra was caressed by his large fingers and both of them took a deep breath as his digits moved further down to cup the silk-covered globes.
Red cleared her throat and raised one brow. "There are more buttons," she told him. Remec licked his lips and finished unbuttoning the soft fabric. His hands moved up to Red's shoulders and he pushed the material away, catching it with one hand. Quickly he folded it and placed in on a trunk that rested at the foot of bed. Swiftly his hand were back on Red, where they rested happily on her hips.
Remec's fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans and scooted along the sides, till reaching the center, where he deftly unsnapped the metal circle and eased it from its home, before sliding the zipper down, exposing a pair of white panties. A pink bow, stitched tightly to the top of the fabric, screamed innocence, but the couple in the room knew better. His hands moved down her thighs as he settled on his knees. Red lifted one foot and her right shoe was slipped off, then her left. It wasn't long though before Remec's hands were back where they longed to be and Red's jeans were being tugged down her figure. Once more he treated her clothing with the utmost care, folding the dark denim and laying it beside the sweater. Her shoes were taken care of as well, placed in a corner where several other pairs rested. "You do love shoes, don't you?" he asked, returning to her side after noting the various styles.
"Oh yes. Especially the heels."
Remec eased his hands around Red's chest, felt the snaps that kept her bosom hidden from him and released the metal hooks. Immediately, her breasts swayed slightly and her nipples grew harder with the knowledge that soon Remec would gaze upon her areolas. She watched his face, eager to see his reaction. He gently pulled the garment from her and stared hungrily at the now free breasts.
Freckles dotted the upper portion of Red's chest, the remaining skin was white. Her areolas, a soft pale pink color, seemed to darken instantly and her nipples perked to attention as his fingers lazily brushed against them. Red coughed softly, clearing her throat, but said nothing as he placed the bra on the trunk with one hand and cupped her left breast with the other. He massaged it, lifting and gently mashing it into her chest. A shudder of excitement skated through her body and a soft moan escaped her lips. "May I?" he asked, his eyes locking onto her brown orbs, a look of delight clearing etched in them.