Sharing Him Pt 02

>This is the second part of a planned-series of short bits of fantasy story....Enjoy.

About halfway up the stairs Melanie stopped and arched her back, bending at the waist and pushing her ass backwards towards him. He was about four steps behind her and she knew it, tugging the leash suddenly so he stumbled face first into her rear. "Ooh, looks like you just can't wait" she taunted. "Like what you see there....?"she asked, wiggling her hips in his face before again prancing up the stairs, nearly dragging dragging him behind her. He heard Jenna giggle from behind him and she smacked his ass.

"Keep up dear," Jenna said playfully.

Melanie cleared the top stair and turned left leading him by the neck to the master bedroom. It was a large room, over 20 feet square with a king-sized bed in the center. At the foot of the great bed was a chest with a cushion atop it, while the opposite wall was lined with mirrors. She barely slowed as she barged in and turned on her heel to take in the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of the mirrors, but what seemed to catch her attention....and his.....were the matching sets of leather lingerie laid out upon the bed. With a swift motion Melanie reeled the leash around her hand, pulling him closer and downward so he was looking up at her.

"Now then, I suppose we should start with the ground rules." With a firm pull she forced him to his knees in front of her and grabbed his hair. Jenna was coming through the door and Mel turned his face towards her. "Jenn, care to start?".

Jenna nodded and sat on the chest at the foot of the bed. "Very well." She crossed her legs, leaned against the bed and smiled before curling her finger at him to come closer. He felt a tug at his neck as Melanie pulled the leash gently, leading him on his knees towards his wife. When he was close enough for her to reach Jenna put her foot against his chest to stop him. "Rule number 1..." she began, lifting her foot to the bottom of his chin, nudging his gaze to meet hers. "...You are to speak only if spoken to and you will address me only as Mistress, and Mel as Domina. Understood?". He nodded. She pressed her big toe to his lips. "Understood?" she repeated, this time more forcefully.

He swallowed, eyes locked on hers. "Yes Mistress.".

She grinned. "Good. Rule number 2..." She stood up and walked around him, tracing her fingers through his hair as she circled. "You are to obey all commands given, without question. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress..."

She took the leash from Melanie's hands and wrapped it around her own. Circling him again, she bent over him and gripped his hair firmly. Pulling his head backwards so he was forced to look up to her, she looked him him the eye. "Rule number 3....you are not to cum unless expressly permitted by either your Mistress or your Domina. Understood?" She emphasized the final point with a squeeze of his hair.

"Yes...Mistress...." He felt drunk, intoxicated like he had never been before. His nerves were electric, every sensation, every sound was amplified....his cock strained in his pants as he stared into Jenna's blue eyes and reveled in the feeling of her hand in his hair. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him before smacking his cheek lightly and pushing against his chest so that he fell back and had to catch himself.

"Good boy," she teased. "Now turn and face your Domina and obey.". She backed away and sat on the chest. "Oh and one more thing, the safeword is parsnip...". With that she reclined on the chest, gesturing for him to turn and look away while she leaned back slowly and spread her legs, letting her hand drape teasingly across her thighs...inviting him to come closer. With great effort he turned towards the other woman.

Melanie stood a few feet behind him. She had stepped back while Jenna spoke. He'd been too enamored to notice. Now she leaned nonchalantly against the doorway, a wry smile on her lips, like she saw this every day. He had not moved from his place on the floor, so she was very much looking down at him as she sauntered up close. She moved so close that his face was directly at her belt-line and he inhaled sharply as he felt a foot suddenly press against his groin. With one hand under his chin she directed his gaze upwards while her foot moved to and fro across his groin. He moaned and instinctively thrust his hips against her. "Such a needy little pet you are...." she cooed and gripped his chin firmly. "We are going to have a lot of fun with you this evening." His breath was ragged and he felt himself already building towards orgasm from excitement and the pressure of her foot against him. She must have sensed his building pressure, because she took her foot away and grabbed his hair. "Ah ah ah, no cumming pet".

She gripped his chin hard and looked up at Jenna, who had removed her pants and was quietly slipping into the lingerie. "I think our little toy here needs....something to help him contain himself..". The words rolled off her lips lazily....as if she already had a plan in mind. He couldn't see, but Jenna smiled and nodded, reaching into the bedside drawer to retrieve a small box. Melanie's eyes came back to him. "Stand up" she ordered. He quickly obeyed, rising to his feet and trying to ignore the pins and needles that shot through his legs. "We won't be needing this for a bit yet," Melanie said, removing the collar from his neck and tossing it aside. She stepped around him and move towards the bed. He started to follow. "STAY." she said without looking back at him. He froze, but his gaze followed and his jaw nearly dropped.

His wife was reclined on the bed, eyes locked on him and biting her lip seductively as she twirled something small in her hand. He watched wide-eyed as Melanie began to strip before him, undoing her jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Staring like a love-struck puppy he watched as she stepped out of them and slid her panties down with a clearly-deliberate wiggle of her hips. In a moment her shirt and bra were on the floor beside the bed and she was shimmying into the matching set of lingerie Jenn wore. When she'd adjusted the fit and was comfortable she turned towards him and sat on the edge of the bed. "You look lovely dear", Jenn said. He watched as her eyes slowly roamed in Melanie's body. "I'd my subby feels the same." She flashed a grin at him and he closed his mouth; he hadn't realized it had been open. "While I cannot wait to get started, I think there's one more thing we need to address."

"I think so too dear, do you mind if I do the honors??"

Jenn shook her head, "Not at all dear, not at all.". She slipped the small object to Melanie, who wrapped her hand neatly around it, obscuring it from view before standing up once more and walking towards him. She swayed her hips deliberately and let her eyes roam over him as much as his roamed over her. She walked around him, circling him like a predator until she was directly behind him. His gaze followed her as far as it could while his heart beat loudly in his own ears. "Eyes over here now subby," Jenn's voice jerked his gaze back to her on the bed. "Now there is one more criteria before we begin. Do you accept?" He nodded enthusiastically. Melanie clicked her tongue behind him and a firm smack on his ass caused him to jump.

"Yes Mistress, yes Mistress" he said, quickly correcting himself.

Jenn smiled. "Good boy. Now STRIP. Shirt first, then pants, the underwear. Now.".

"Yes... M-M-Mistress," he stuttered. His ears flushed red as he removed each article of clothing as ordered. His hands shook as he undid his belt and he nearly lost his balance removing his boxers. Finally he stood there, naked before both women. It could only have been a minute or so that he stood there before them, but it felt much longer. His nerves were on fire, he could hear everything, every breath each of the women took, every small squeak of the floor as weight shifted foot to foot behind him. He could not see Melanie but he swore he could feel her gaze boring through his back.

"Now then.". He jumped when Mel's voice broke the silence. She stepped slowly into view around him, trailing one finger along his shoulder, to his clavicle, then to the center of his chest. "Your wife...your Mistress...", she lingered on the word and her eyes flitted over her shoulder towards Jenn. "...has decided that if we are to indulge in this fantasy of yours it be clear who your truly belong to.". She traced her finger down the center of his chest. "And being as you are of course....a MAN...", she glanced down as she finished the word and he jumped as he felt her hand wrap around his softened cock. "It is only natural that you will become aroused, hard and incapable of controlling yourself.....". His breathing became more ragged as she began stroking his hardening length in her hand. "So we must take measures to ensure you know you are.....oh what was the term you used earlier...?". She dropped to her knees in front of him, breathing across his fully erect manhood. "Ah yes.... OWNED." She gave his balls a squeeze then looked up at him and smiled before she began kissing the head of his cock.