(NOTE: All characters are at least 18.)
I had been dating my beautiful, redheaded girlfriend, Julianna; for a little more than a year. And so far as looks went, she was practically my feminine idea, and the sex was great. The problem was, that she was exclusively, purely submissive. And while I did love having a desperate slut begging to suck my dick or pleading for mercy and writhing away from a cock forced up her ass. I wanted more. I wanted to submit too, to someone angry and assertive and ready to take what she wanted. And Julianna refused.
Enter Cassie, her best friend. Equally gorgeous, but platinum blond (when her hair wasn't flamboyantly dyed) and uptight and not really my favorite person. Also, very gay. And, Julianna confessed to me one night... very dominant. Julianna was resting after a fairly gentle fuck. I had bound her hands behind her back and taken her doggystyle, slowly and deeply. Now she rested, head on my chest and body curled against my side, naked except for a collar. It turned out that Cassie had come onto her one night the week before. Kissed her and felt her up while they were both very drunk. Julianna, straight as the day was long, had- eventually- pushed her off, slapped her, and they had spent the rest of the night in an awkward stalemate.
She wanted my advice one what she should do to patch the friendship, and she hardly noticed my hardening cock or the lust in my eyes as I responded, trying my best to answer her.
The next week, Cassie and I had lunch together, supposedly just to reconnect our own friendship, which had gone somewhat dormant. Several heavily enhanced drinks in, I tentatively, shyly, I hatched my plan. At first, she seemed disgusted, but then warmed to the idea. It was simple, I told her.
I would get her Julianna... and all she had to do was use me, too. Whatever sick sexual abuse she heaped on Juli... do to me, too. And let me watch, and record, as she broke my girlfriend to her will. The smile, somewhat drunk, on her face as she agreed was a vision of cruelty. And I had never been more aroused.
The very next night, Saturday, Cassie showed up to my house before Julianna returned from a shopping date with her mother. She helped me arrange an assortment of our toys and some she provided ready to hand in the bedroom- some hidden, some not. And then she hid in the closet.
When Julianna arrived I wasted no time. I pinned her against the front door with a passionate kiss and began to caress her, undressing her as I went. She was surprised at first, but soon warmed to my touch. And in mere moments I had her back in the room, tied spread-eagle to the bed while I licked her.
I wanted to get her properly warmed up before I sprung our surprise, so I teased her and tormented her rather than diving straight in to make her come. I didn't let up until she was screaming and begging at the top of her voice.
When I stopped, and crawled up her body to look into her face. She caught her breath only slowly, and looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Will you fuck me now? Please?"
I laughed, and slapped her face, instantly transmuting it to shock and pain. I rarely did that, and I knew she didn't like it much. She cursed, and then stared at me in silent reproach. I reached over to the bedside table and picked up her cute little pink collar. Smiling, I put it around her neck, and gave her a peck on the forehead.
Then, eyes on her, I reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out the collar I had bought for myself, and she had refused to use. Without breaking eye contact I fastened it around my neck, and gave her one last sweet, gentle kiss on the lips.
Then I climbed out of the bed and knelt beside it, facing the closet.
And grinned as Cassie stepped out, camera in hand and recording. Julianna saw her and started to curse and struggle and yell, but I had eyes only for Cassie. Naked except for a pair of high-heeled boots, a simple choker around her neck and her hair dyed bright blue up in a high ponytail she managed to look like the queen of all mistresses.
She stepped over beside the bed where Juli struggled and rested one hand on my head affectionately while panning the camera up and down Juli's body with the other.
She handed the camera down to me and I stole a brief kiss of her hand, earning myself a warning glare. Then I stepped back to observe as Cassie began to work my sweet, loving girlfriend over.
First she caressed and fondled, kissed and licked, while Juli sobbed and begged her to stop. Then, when she had explored our little slut's body to her heart's content she started to get rougher. Biting her nipples and pinching and slapping at her flesh. She got rougher and rougher until finally, while one hand was tangled in Juli's red locks and the other brutally slapped her breasts, Juli trailed off into silent whimpers.
For the first time, she let a smile show on her face, and she leaned down and gave Juli a decorous peck on the cheek.
"Do you see, sweetie?" She asked. "If you're a bad girl this will hurt very much... but if you're good... I think you'll have a lot of fun."
Juli just whimpered, betrayal and shame on her tear-streaked face. Cassie nodded to me and I grabbed the tripod from the closet, setting up the camera to record on its own from a position near the head of the bed. Then I dropped to my knees and crawled up on the bed myself, taking a position between Juli's splayed legs.
"Now Juli," our mistress said. "What's going to happen here, is your sweet little boyfriend is going to use his obviously talented mouth to make you feel very nice... so long as you do the same for me. Do you understand."
Juli nodded frantically and Cassie smiled, and stroked her cheek.
"Good girl."
