From Famine to Feast

Chapter 2: I Consent to Obey

Lance drove Yasmín and me to the industrial district on the other side of downtown. I began to feel nervous again, questioning my decision to get in the car with strangers. He pulled into an empty first floor garage of a three-story brick building that looked like it must have been a small factory at some point. It was cavernous and empty. He got out and opened my door, holding out his hand to help me out. He closed the door and then did the same for her.

How gentlemanly

, I thought.

"Come," he said simply. He walked toward a heavy steel door to a stairway. He unlocked it and held it open, placing his hand on the small of our backs as he ushered each of us in. Once we were inside, we stood to the side and waited for him. "Go ahead. I want to watch you two ascend from behind." There were many things that he had said this evening that had confused me, but this time I understood him clearly. I looked at him suspiciously, trying to let him know that I had figured out what he was up to, but he just smiled at me and gestured for us to go up the stairs. Yazmín went first and I followed. I had to admit that I could appreciate what he was looking at. She had a small, rounded butt under her dress that was mesmerizing to watch as she climbed the stairs. I wondered if I looked as good as she did. Though I was unsure of myself, I found myself adding a little extra wiggle to my steps. I smiled at myself for doing that, realizing that I had caught myself just like I had caught him.

We paused at a door on the second floor. "Continue until you reach the peak," he directed. When we reached the door on the third floor, we stopped. He stepped forward and unlocked it.

Again, he ushered us inside with his hand on our lower backs. This time, however, it felt like his hand was just a little bit lower than it had been the previous time. The space inside was cavernous and completely open. There was furniture grouped as if there were separate rooms, but there were no walls between them. There was a kitchen and dining room on one side, a living room, a library, and a bedroom. The only real room with a wall around it was in the far corner. The door to it was closed. I assumed that it was a bathroom. Despite the industrial architecture and excessively large space, it did have a sense of being lived in, like a disproportionately grandiose home.

After we took in our surroundings, he gestured toward the living room and said, "Sit. Please." I followed Yazmín to the long sofa and sat next to her. He went to the far wall where the kitchen was and began to make us drinks. I whispered to her, "Are we safe here, with him?"

She turned her head to me, looked me in the eyes, and smiled. "We will be as safe as we need to be. And"—she paused—"as risky as we want to be." She winked. I gulped. I didn't know if I was reassured or excited. Or both, simultaneously.

He returned with our drinks - the same as before: gewurztraminer for her, Moscow Mule for him, and Kahlua and Crème for me.

Was he expecting us? Or did he just have a well-stocked bar?

"To us," he said, just as he had in the bar. He raised his glass, and we followed suit, clinking our glasses together and then taking a sip. He sat down on the sofa across from the two of us and placed his drink on the low glass table that separated the sofas.

"Now, as promised, I will answer your question and tell you what you desire to hear." I had forgotten what he had said in the bar, but I was glad that he was a man of his word because I did want to know more about them and, well, how I fit in.

"What I want is you. Both of you."

I gulped down another swig of my drink. Yazmín grinned and gently drew in a delicate sip of her wine. "I want your sexy bodies, to be sure. But I want more than that. I also want your submission." My eyes widened. Yazmín bit her lip. "I want your obedience to my commands. I want you to comply when I tell you what to do." He paused as we—or was it just me?—took in what he was saying. "What do each of you say to that?"

"I look forward to it, sir," she replied in a breathy purr.

"Good girl," he said, and then they both looked at me.

"Um. I don't know what to say. Uh, I don't know. I guess so?" I stammered.

"Tell me your fears."

I looked at Yazmín. She didn't seem to be nervous at all. In fact, she appeared excited. I looked back at him. He looked calm and his eyes were clear. He nodded at me to answer. "Um, well, thank you for calling me—us—sexy. But I guess I'm scared that if you expect me to do as you say, how do I know that you won't insist that I do something scary or dangerous? I mean, we just met. I don't really know you at all. I don't know if I can trust you."

"I concede that some of what I direct you to do will be scary. And sometimes it may feel dangerous." That wasn't what I expected him to say. It wasn't exactly alleviating my concerns either. I took another sip. "But you will always have the opportunity to give or withdraw your consent. If you ever reach your limit, you will have the option to relinquish your consent. If you do, I will stop, and you may leave. I will tell you what to do, but you will comply only as much as you agree to. I will push you to what you think are your limits, and then I will help you to push past those limits." He paused to sip his drink. "Layla, I also promise that you will enjoy it. And, as you have learned, I keep my word.

That,

you can trust." He paused for a moment. "Yazmín." She sat up straighter. "Do you agree to submit to my desires?"

She bit her lip and inhaled deeply. "Yes, sir. I willingly give you my consent and my obedience."

"Good girl." She blushed and looked down at her lap.

"Now, Layla." He paused. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest as I anticipated his next words. "Do you want me to take you home now, or do you wish to stay here with us? What do you choose?"

Both of them stared at me and waited. I was scared, I had never been in a situation like this. But if I was honest with myself, I was also very excited.

Oh my god, was I really about to agree to this?

I glanced at Yasmín. She looked at me with a mixture of hope and eagerness.

"Do you agree to submit to my desires?" he pressed.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Layla." There was a paternal, reprimanding tone in his voice. "That is not a full answer. You must tell me what you desire in a complete sentence and you must speak clearly."

"Yes, I agree." My voice was slightly less quiet than before.

"Layla." There was impatience in his voice. "Do I have your consent and obedience? Tell me."

"Yes, I give you my consent and obedience," I blurted out. Then I added, "Sir."

"Good girl." He smiled, satisfied, and then slowly sipped from his glass. I took another big gulp of my drink. I looked over at Yazmín. She smiled, put her hand on my thigh and leaned in with her lips close to my ear.

She whispered, "I'm very glad that you chose to join us. I'm certain that you won't regret it." Then she sipped her wine and smiled.

--..—

"Place your glasses on the table." We did so quickly and silently. "Stand." We rose from the sofa in unison and waited for his next instruction. I was so nervous. "Hold hands." I clasped her hand a little too rapidly and tightly. She giggled. I realized that I wanted to feel the sense of assurance that she was with me in this terrifying and exhilarating moment. "Yazmín, take Layla to the bedroom." Her eyes sparkled.

"Yes, sir." She led me by the hand to the other side of the cavernous space and stopped in front of a padded bench at the foot of the four-poster bed. We stood there, hand-in-hand, facing the bed, and awaited his direction. I knew she could feel how sweaty my hand was and how tightly I was gripping hers. We heard his steps clicking heavily on the floor as he approached us from behind.

"Yazmín."

"Yes, sir?"

"Bend down and remove Layla's heels."

"Yes, sir." She squatted down at my feet. Slowly and gently, she removed the shoe from my right foot. I placed one hand on her shoulder to steady my balance. Then she removed the other. She stood up.

"Layla."

"Yes, sir?" I echoed her.

"Bend down, and remove Yazmín's heels." We repeated what we had just done with the roles reversed. I stood up and waited.

"Now both of you turn to face me." We spun around. "Look me in the eyes." We did. I had difficulty meeting his intense stare. My pulse quickened. My stomach fluttered. "Yazmín, stand directly behind Layla. Good. Now unbutton her blouse. Slowly. Please." My eyes grew big and I inhaled deeply through my flared nostrils. Was I really about to let her—him—do this? My brain felt like it was buzzing with electricity, but honestly, my crotch felt damp. I felt Yazmín's breasts press against my back as her arms encircled my chest. I looked down at her fingers as she grasped the top button. "I told you to look me in the eyes," he said insistently. My eyes darted back up to meet his piercing pupils. His tongue slowly licked his upper lip. "Good girl," he said, smirking as I felt the first button pop open. "Take your time, Yazmín. Make it last." She opened the second button, exposing more of my bra. Without averting my eyes from his, I felt a sudden surge of anxiety as I tried to remember what underwear I had put on. I hadn't expected to be showing it to anyone tonight and I certainly wasn't prepared for anything like this. As she released the third button, Lance smiled his approval and said, "Nice. It looks like someone is eager to show off tonight." Relieved that he was pleased, I exhaled audibly and remembered that I was wearing a lacy purple bra with sheer fabric over the nipples. That must mean that I had donned the matching thong too. I was relieved. At least I was presentable. I got lucky. I smiled to myself at the double entendre.

Yazmín finished unfastening the final button and pulled the shirt tails out of my skirt. Then she dropped her arms to her sides. She remained standing behind me and I could still feel her breasts pressed into my back. My blouse was undone, but the fabric continued to cover most of my breasts and torso.

"Yazmín, sit on the bench with your legs together. Good. Now, Layla..." he paused and my heart raced. "Kneel in front of her. Please." I got down on my knees and looked at her. Her breasts were heaving up and down as she breathed expectantly. I had expected her to be looking at me, but her eyes were directed at him, awaiting his next instruction. "Layla, watch her face, and as you do so, place your hands on her ankles." With a deep breath, I placed my hands gently on her ankles. "Slowly slide your hands up her legs." I started to move them, dragging my fingertips up along her smooth skin. "Slower!" I immediately twitched at his raised voice and slowed way down. "Tell me what you notice about her expression as you inch your way up."

"Uh, okay." I inhaled. "I see her eyelashes fluttering. She is breathing heavily."

"How do you know?"

"I can see her breasts rising and falling and I hear the air coming through her nostrils."

"Good. What else?"

My hands were now just below her knees and I decided to slide my fingers to the ticklish skin in the back to tease her. She opened her mouth and there was a sharp intake of breath through her lips, but she only uttered a whispered "Oh." Her eyes continued to meet his gaze.

"Her cheeks and chest are starting to flush red. She is blushing."

"Good. Continue." As my hands reached her thighs, I placed my palms down and led with my fingers. She wasn't the only one who was breathing heavily. I was thoroughly turned on. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My heart was pounding. When my fingers reached the hem of her dress, I paused, unsure of what I should do next. I started to panic.

"Layla." My shoulders tensed. "I did not tell you to stop. Keep going. Slowly."

"I'm sorry." I took a deep breath. She bit her lower lip as my fingers crossed the boundary and disappeared under her dress. I heard her moan softly. "Mmm."

"Keep telling me what you notice. Out loud."

"I'm sorry, sir. She just moaned." My fingers were now nearing the crease in her skin where her abdomen meets her legs. When my fingers touched, her tongue pushed out between her full lips. "She is licking her upper lip."

"Now, Layla. Hook your fingers over the waistband of her panties on her hips." He paused as I leaned forward. My breasts pressed against her shins. My chin rested on her thighs. "Slowly pull them down toward you." I gently tugged the elastic down. "Yazmín, lift your ass off the bench so that Layla can slide your panties down your legs until they are around your ankles." She nodded, placed her palms down on the cushioned bench and slowly thrust her pelvis forward toward my face. Careful not to move too quickly, I pulled the delicate garment over the curve of her ass, along her thighs, and down to her ankles.

"Sit." Yazmín sat her ass back down. "Lift your feet so that Layla can remove your panties. Good. Now bring them to me, Layla." I picked up her panties, stood up, turned around and walked toward him. I held out her delicate, lacy black panties in front of him, but he didn't take them right away. "Tell me, Layla, is she aroused by what you did?"

"Yes, I think so."

"I want you to be certain. Close your eyes. Hold her panties up to your nose and inhale deeply. What do you smell?"

"Arousal."

"Good. What do you feel when you touch them?"

"Um, the gusset is wet. Very wet." It wasn't the only pair of wet panties in the room!

"Nice. What do you taste?" My eyes opened wide. "Eyes shut!" I closed my eyes again. "Tell me what you taste in her panties." I was hesitant, but I arranged them so that the gusset of her panties was in front of my mouth. I tentatively stuck out my tongue until the tip was touching the fabric. I thought for a second as I didn't know how to describe it. "Lick it with your entire tongue. The taste receptors in different parts of your tongue detect different flavors. You must experience it in its entirety." I took a deep breath and licked her wet panties with my whole tongue. "Describe her taste to me."

I had made out with another girl at a dorm party after I lost a bet, but I had never gone down on a woman in my life. I had licked my own fingers after masturbating and was turned on by it. But this was my first time tasting someone else's secretions. I kind of expected to be grossed out by it, but it actually wasn't bad at all. It wasn't too strong. In fact, I realized I kind of liked it! "I can't think of the right adjectives... um, it is viscous, slightly tangy, a little salty, a little sweet, and there's maybe a hint of mint..." I trailed off as I contemplated.

"And?"

"Good. She tastes good!"

"As I expected. Open your eyes." I looked at him. He seemed pleased, which made me feel proud and relieved. He reached out his hand and I presented him with Yasmín's panties. He sniffed them slowly and deeply, with his eyes closed, and then put them in his jacket pocket.

"Now, return to the bench." I turned and walked back to where Yazmín was sitting. "Layla, face me. Yazmín, stand behind her. Place your lips on her neck and kiss her gently as you slowly slide her blouse off her shoulders. Layla, do not break eye contact with me." Yazmín's lips were so soft. They were also moist. I didn't know if she had licked her lips before kissing me or if she was also using her tongue. Either way, when she touched my neck, I shuddered. I watched him watching my reaction. I felt her fingers on my bare shoulders as she pushed my blouse down the slope of my shoulders toward my arms excruciatingly slowly. When the blouse reached my arms, it suddenly dropped to the floor. As it hit, I became very aware that he was staring at my tits, covered only by a sheer lace bra. I was nervous at my exposure, but glad that my boobs, despite not being huge, had generated compliments from former boyfriends. I could feel my erect nipples stretching the fabric. I noticed him swallow and knew that he liked what he saw. I was glad that I could please him.

"Now turn her around so she faces the bed."

"Yes, sir." Yazmín turned me around.

"Good. Remove her skirt." I hadn't even become accustomed to my current state of undress and he was now instructing her to remove my last exterior garment.

I felt her fingers on the zipper in the back. She slowly unzipped my skirt. It didn't fall on its own accord because my hips held it in place. She got down on her knees behind me, grabbed the hem on either side and gently tugged. I helped her by wiggling my hips from side to side as it slowly pooled around my ankles. I stepped out of it and Yazmín stood up. I knew my ass was on display, since I was wearing a thong. It felt thrilling. I was down to my bra and panties in front of two people I had met only a few hours before.

"Nice. Now, Layla, remove her dress. Slowly. Please."

"Yes sir." She faced him. I moved behind her. I reached up and grasped the zipper at the top of her back. I slowly pulled it down past the band of her bra, over the curve of her ass, all the way to the hemline at mid-thigh. Like my blouse and skirt, it clung to her body without falling off.

"Slide your hands under her dress and push it down her arms." As I did so, it slid off her body with a 'swoosh' sound and landed on the floor next to my clothes. I allowed my eyes to descend along her back to look at her butt. It was enticing. She had plump, rounded globes with taut skin and a deep ass cleavage that filled me with an urge to grab her buns. My crotch dampened even more.

"Do you like what you see?" His question startled me out of my thoughts. I realized he had caught me staring at her ass.

"Uh, yes." I looked at him, and it was only then that I noticed a bulge in his pants. He was hard. I stared and smiled. "Yes, sir. I do like what I see."

"Stand facing each other. Please. Press your breasts together. Good. Now, reach around and unclasp each other's bras." We smiled and hugged as our fingers found the clasps and unhooked them. "Now, slide the straps off each other's shoulders. Slowly." She bit her lip and I licked mine. Our bra cups remained on only because our boobs were smashed together. He let us stay that way for a moment as we waited for directions. "Step back." We did so. Both of our bras slid slowly down the slope of our boobs. Mine caught momentarily on my erect nipples and then fell to the floor. Hers caught on her erect nipples, and because her boobs were fuller, it stayed on her tits. "Shimmy, Yazmín." She shook her shoulders, her tits swayed enticingly from side to side, and her bra fell to the floor. Her gorgeous boobs were finally on full display. We stared at each other's titties with a mixture of appreciation and desire.

"Layla, place your hands on the bench and bend at the waist." I obeyed. "Yazmín, peel her thong out of her ass crack, and pull it down to her ankles. Slowly." I assumed the position as she knelt behind me. I felt her fingers hook the elastic around my hips and slowly pull down my panties. The thin fabric was lodged deeply in the crevice of my ass, so she had to tug to pull it free.

When I stepped out of it, he said, "Stay in that position." I felt so exposed. I knew that the angle of my bend meant that my ass and pussy were on display to both of them. I felt very naked. "Bring me her panties." I heard her away from me. "Tell me what you taste."

There was a pause. "Yum. I taste sex," she said simply.

"Come here, Layla." I stood up and walked toward him. She and I stood side-by-side. He looked each of us in the eyes. "Kneel before me. Please." We did. "Remove my shoes and socks." We did. "Stand and remove my jacket and shirt. Slowly." We each slid the jacket off of a shoulder and pulled the sleeves down his thick, masculine arms. I could feel his hard biceps under his shirt. She started unfastening the buttons of his shirt from the bottom as I worked my way down from the top, revealing a muscular, slightly hairy chest. The muscles on his forearms had definition. He was very manly. I licked my lips. Then we pulled the fabric that was tucked in his pants and dropped the shirt behind him, awaiting his next instruction. His abdomen was flat, with a hint of a six pack. There was a suggestive V shape of muscles that pointed toward his groin, disappearing into his pants. He paused as we anticipated what he would say next.