Come for the strawberries, ass for takeaway.
It is a rewarding life being an owned bisexual. I may have a loving husband at home, but that matters not even a little bit when My Lady calls me. I normally stand about five seven, weigh 190lbs of really fit fifty-year-old redhead. Sure, I carry more muscle than most women like, but I am extremely curvy, and the reality of G cup breasts is that you obsess about core fitness, or live in back pain. My Lady does not mind.
Normally I stand about five seven, but today I am rather shorter at the moment, what with my self bent backwards on my knees, with my ankles and wrists cuffed together and a blindfold. My Lady has used me as lover, as maid, as slave, as whore, and today, as table.
My Lady has a guest. She is entertaining a woman, that I can tell from their voices, hands, and lips. My Lady is serving strawberries. There is a bowl upon my belly, and whip cream upon my breasts. My nipples were very cold with the whip cream, but repeated applications of lips and whip cream have me warmed considerably.
I am trying to not pay attention to My Lady's conversation with her friend. It is not my business. It is not mine to say who My Lady may entertain, may date, or may use. I am her property, not her wife. It is hard; the sound of My Lady's voice always makes me attend, and the touch of her fingers, and others upon me, and in me is too powerful to ignore.
My Lady is speaking to her friend.
"So saying no about your bum has your husband in quite the mood still? It has been over a month since you decided it wasn't for you. Can't you distract him? I know you find such wonderful ways to distract me!"
I could hear them laugh, then the soft sound of two women kissing. My Lady and her dear friend.
The friend is speaking now, so familiar with My Lady, but then again she is a free woman and not a slave, so I suppose that is fitting. She jokes so easily with My Lady.
"You know E, whip cream isn't the kind I prefer." The friend's voice was low and throaty, heavily flirtatious.
I heard My Lady laugh and felt her take a strawberry from the bowl on my tummy.
"I think I know the kind of cream you prefer. Try some of my own recipe, it is the House special." With that My Lady took a Strawberry and worked it into my wet and teased pussy. I moaned in uncontrolled delight as I felt her fingers move the strawberry in me, swirling it, then whimpered when she pulled it free.
Her friend made happy sucking noises as My Lady fed her the strawberry from my pussy, then each of them sucked one of my nipples to add some whipped cream.
"That is delicious!" Her friend said. "Your pet makes a very good table; she must have a very hungry pussy because it makes such a sweet glaze for strawberries."
I rocked and whimpered, striving to stay still as they alternated slipping strawberries into me, and feeding each other. I could hear them kissing.
