His relationship with Dolly was changing. He couldn't say progressing, it was just changing. Dan liked Dolly. He liked when they spent time together and he liked sex with her, kinky though it might be, he liked it. He figured he was more depraved than he realized. He supposed he also had a relationship with Stephanie now. The three of them were, for the most part, settled down into the small apartment. Stephanie was still seeing Kevin so anything that happened with him and his second girlfriend had to be kept a secret but it was still a relationship.
Dan would spend most nights with Dolly bound, gagged, fucked, and exhausted. Occasionally Dolly would have Stephanie join. With Dolly, Dan was a slave who needed to be bound or punished. Stephanie, on the other hand was a willing servant. She would cast her eyes downward. She did what she was told.
Once a week, maybe less, but regularly enough Dolly would work late and Kevin would be out. Dan would find himself in Stephanie's room where they would kiss and cuddle and caress and fondle. He loved those nights and the mornings after he would wake up questioning his relationship with his young and feisty Dominatrix. He might even contemplate swapping them entirely for the sweetness and affection he received from Stephanie. Dolly seemed to know. She wouldn't specifically say that it was his feeling for her friend he was being punished for but she somehow knew he was deserving of an hour of torture. She would bind him, fuck his ass till he was sorry and then suck and fuck his helpless dick until he remembered why he was with her.
Their lease came up for renewal. Dan pressured the girls and took them around the neighborhood looking at rental homes. The 812 square feet was a little small for the three of them. The houses were just as cheap. You lost some amenities, such as the pool and spa, but you gained space and privacy. They fell in love with an old ranch-style and Dan offered to make up the difference. It had its own pool.
He enjoyed spending long Saturday afternoons getting stoned and drunk in the pool, the two plump women floating naked beside him.
Dolly took the new house as a commitment and one night, over a spaghetti dinner Dan had prepared for everyone she presented them with contracts. The papers, about three pages long codified their positions as her willing servants. She had discovered the contracts on a fetish site. They were very popular, apparently having been a large part of a recent movie.
Each contract contained a safe word. The safe word didn't just stop the act about to be demanded but ended the relationship. Use of the safe word had consequences. Stephanie would forfeit her room. Dan would have to compensate the girls to cover his commitment to their house.
The privacy of the house and the new legal commitments to Dolly's sexual gratification did not change things between the three of them as much as Dan would have expected. Perhaps they played more, the three of them, but that might just have been the growing bond between Dan and Stephanie than anything else.
Only once did he almost use his safe word. It wasn't even for his sake. Their play that night wasn't even aggressive, it was more about humiliation. It wasn't his humiliation either, it was Stephanie's. He still wasn't sure what specifically had felt so out of line that he was willing to give it all up over. There was name-calling and odd penetrations but that was fairly normal. He thought it was probably the tears. There were just one or two on Stephanie's cheek.
The next morning before Dolly was up Stephanie found him alone out back. It was already 100 degrees and not yet even nine in the morning. He was lying with his coffee beside the pool. He had jumped in the water and was drying off. She joined him on his lounge chair. She sat beside him stroking his thigh.
"Don't say it for me. ever." She said.
"I won't."
"You almost did. I saw you. When you walked out. She didn't like that but I understood."
"I wasn't enjoying it." He admitted.
"I was," she said. She wasn't shy about it. She didn't look away. She fixed him straight in the eye.
"Really?"
"Yes. Dolly and me. You know, we have been together since before we met you, right?"
"Yeah."
"It was more of a secret."
"I guess it was."
"She knows I need it. I crave it. It's better its her, in private, than some asshole who does it in front of people."
"I guess."
"We all have our thing," she said. As if to remind him she placed her hand on his asshole and massaged it gently.
"Danny. Don't ever say it for me. In fact, don't ever say it." She rolled her plump little self over until she was holding him in the morning sunlight. "I love you, I love both of you, I don't ever want to be without you."
He made love to her slowly and gently in the sun until they were both hot and covered in sweat and had to slip into the pool to cool off.
"We are going to do something a little different tonight so be ready." She told him as he headed out for a run. He had taken to running. It had thinned him down further. He was in better shape than he had been in years. He spent the run imagining what she had in store for them. He was pretty sure Stephanie had Kevin coming over that night. They each had things in their contract Dolly couldn't fuck with or issue edicts about. For Dan it was his girls. He still saw them every other weekend at the apartment he still kept for appearances and their visits. For Stephanie it was her relationships with men. Kevin was still allowed to come around. Steph wanted Dolly to incorporate him into play, Dolly didn't like him so it didn't happen.
Kevin arrived at the house baked but for once he brought some with him. It was pretty good. Dolly didn't let us go overboard. She had plans. "Stephanie, Darling. I think you should put on number three. Let's see what Kevin thinks of it." There were several outfits that she called on regularly. She had numbered them. She didn't send Dan to change, not yet anyway.
Stephanie returned wearing a bustier that cinched in her belly but exposed her tits. She had on a strap-on. It was more of a strap-in. It didn't just have a dong that protruded but a wide bulb for her ass and a dildo that vibrated controlled by a small remote. Dolly positioned Steph in the smallish leather recliner they had found at goodwill. She only added one thing, a bright red ball on a strap that she positioned in Stephanie's mouth and buckled behind her head.
"Does she look good, Kev?" She asked. He moaned in agreement. She walked Dan to the bedroom.
Excitedly she undressed him. She was sure Kevin liked the idea of the dong Stephanie wore in his ass. He wasn't going to get that one though. He was going to get something much better. She stripped Dan naked then slapped his ass and told him to bend over. She lubricated him and then inserted her number four plug in his ass. He was used to it now, he let it in. She had a number six as well, he was happy with the four. She put on his collar. That was all he wore.
"Are you going to do what I say?"
"Yes ma'am." They still didn't say anything as formal as mistress. They had tried Ms. D. for a while but it didn't stick.
"Anything?" she asked him.
"Yes." He was becoming programmed. He didn't even think about it. If anything, he was beginning to get excited.
"You say that now." She said to him. She was serious but her eyes were on fire. She was worked up. It scared him a little. "If you get second thoughts, remember, this is for Stephanie."
He knew. His excitement, visible in his swelling cock went away. He didn't say a work though. She led him on his leash back into the other room.
Dan stood in front of the TV where she had placed him silently. It was for Stephanie. Stephanie had told him never to use his safe word.
Dolly, her slaves in position waiting silently went to work on their guest. Dolly didn't like him. Stephanie dated Kevin because he asked her out, as far as Dan could tell there wasn't anything else there. Stephanie had lost her virginity, but not to her boyfriend and even now that she was regularly engaged in sexual intercourse with a man, she had yet to sleep with Kevin. He did not seem interested. Dolly and Dan had long suspected he was gay and just refused to accept it. None of them would ever hold his homosexuality against him; they didn't like him because he was an asshole. Dolly undressed him. She struggled with his skinny jeans but eventually got them off of him. She removed his shirt. His penis, long, thin and slightly bent to the right bobbed and weaved. She teased it occasionally. She asked him who's dick looked better, Dan's or Dolly's. Dolly's was bigger he observed. Dan was still flaccid as he contemplated what she was sure to have him do next.
"Stephanie here is the prize," she said moving from the nude man to her friend. Whoever I decide does the better job gets to have her. It's a little competition, boys like competition. You can fuck her if you win Kevin. You don't have to though. That's why she has triceratops here on. If you prefer she fucks you that works too. Danny, I know you will probably choose both." She left Stephanie and moved to Dan. She reached out and cupped his soft cock in her hand. "It won't be bad, honey. Trust me." she said. She pulled his head down to hers using the leash and kissed him.
"You know, don't you, Danny." She asked as she led him across the room to the couch were Kevin sat. Kevins legs bounced in anticipation.
"Yes, Ma'am." He said.
"Will you suck a good cock for me, honey?" she cooed at him.
He didn't answer.
"Go on. It's best if you rest on your ass, not on your knees."
"Oh, shit!" said Kevin.
"Oh, shit is right." Dan said. Dolly slapped his ass for it. Not hard. Just a warning.
"Go on."
Dan shook visibly as he took the cock in his hand. He took a moment to look over at Stephanie. He was sorry. He felt sorry he was about to do what he was about to do and he felt sorry for her. He looked for an expression in her eyes but he could see nothing around the leather that covered most of her face. Mercifully Dolly gave him the time to accept it.
Dan wasn't homophobic. He was thoroughly non-indifferent. He had always suspected assholes that had to take their fear and hatred for homosexuals to violence were protesting a hatred for something they knew was in themselves. Dan just had never really considered it. He wasn't in a position now to consider it either. He was well past any consideration. He didn't know if he shrugged physically but emotionally, that was the last feeling he had before he did it. He shrugged it off and placed the dick in his mouth.
He was surprised. Dan had performed cunnilingus many times on many women. Good, or bad, they all had a taste. There was a distinctive flavor to pussy. Sometimes it was stronger; sometimes it was pleasant, sometimes you wanted to hold your nose as you struggled to get through it. Kevin's dick on the other hand tasted like nothing. Not even the rubbery chemical taste like the dildo Dolly would stick in his mouth as a gag when she wanted to fuck his ass particularly hard. He closed his mouth over the dick. He used his hand to hold it out for him.
