Stephanie and the Boy

Hello again! Sorry for my hiatus, genuinely, but there is more where this came from. This is a little story about submission and (bi)sexuality. I hope you will enjoy. And, as always, all characters in this story are eighteen years old or above. All readers should also be eighteen years or above. -L

Dozens of eyes followed me and with nowhere to hide, I feigned confidence.

Suddenly, it was my first time in public. Certainly, my first time at any place like this. Everywhere I looked were people in various states of nudity. People in latex, people in collars, people in nothing at all. My only prerogative was to avoid making eye contact…with anyone. And in keeping my head high, I focused on looking anywhere but at the people staring lecherously at me.

To be fair, I hadn’t been groped or hit on yet, only admired respectfully. Maybe the rules about consent were stricter here due to the nature of kink–at least the consensual kink that was promised here–but regardless, I needed to find a seat. And so far, I hadn’t seen one. I made my way through the crowd, little by little, before I finally found a wall with booths and tables lining it…occupied tables.

Languidly, I dragged my eyes from table to table, searching in vain for an empty seat. But a seat is not what I found. Seated on one of the couches, I saw the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Even from her seated position, I could tell that she would tower over me. Dark, almost-black hair framed her face, her expression neutral. The woman’s jaw was strong, her icy blue gaze even stronger. She was the embodiment of confidence; I couldn’t rip my gaze from her.

She was engaged in conversation with two men at the table with her. One was tall and broad with muscle, the other blond and shorter. Aside from myself, he seemed to be the only college-aged individual in the building. I couldn’t distinguish their relationship from my vantage point. Perhaps they made a threesome, the older couple as dominants with the blond boy as their submissive.

Whatever they were, they couldn’t possibly be interested in me…or so I thought until I noticed the woman’s focused gaze, focused on me. No smile was present on her features, only an arched, dark eyebrow and an unreadable expression. We stood for two minutes, watching and waiting. The man to her right tried to speak to her until he noticed what, or who, she was fixated on. Smiling, he took the younger boy by his hand, standing and leading him off to another part of the bar, but not before he patted the woman’s shoulder. She smiled at him, telling him something before her gaze turned back to me. She still wouldn’t approach me, it seemed, so I approached her.

As I came closer, her eyes didn’t move from my form. She watched as I moved, careful not to look up into my eyes until I was directly in front of her. Finally, when I was, she looked up expectantly, her almost-black hair falling to her shoulders.

I cleared my throat, willing my nerves to relax.

“Hi,” I began. “I’m Stephanie.”

“Hello,” the woman spoke simply. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

I froze. She had to have seen me watching her, and I swore I saw her meet my gaze. Her piercing blue eyes burned into mine and I felt myself shiver. My face flushed in embarrassment. “Well, I–”

“Sit,” she ordered calmly, gesturing to the seat beside her. I couldn’t tell if her lips were curled with amusement or annoyance. “You’ve never been here, have you, Stephanie?” she questioned, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“No, ma’am,” I affirmed, crossing my hands shyly in my lap.

“Sweetie, my name is Natasha. You will refer to me as such until I instruct you otherwise,” she spoke softly. I couldn’t comprehend how she did it, held so much power as she addressed me normally. If I didn’t know better–and I didn’t–I’d expect that the woman was a police interrogator.

“Yes, Natasha. I’m sorry,” I pouted shyly. “My family is Southern.”

Then, the woman smiled the most perfect smile I’d ever seen. She laughed a beautiful, full laugh to match. Her white teeth glistened in the dim lighting of the building, as she stroked my hair softly.

“That’s fine, dear,” she reassured, returning her hand to her lap. “As a dominant, however, I require different respect than you give to everyone else. You probably call everyone ‘ma’am’, don’t you?”

I started to nod softly. Her eyes flashed with something and I wasn’t sure if nodding was the best idea anymore.

“Rule number one, use your words,” she spoke almost as soon as my movement began. It sounded almost too reflexive…as if she had been expecting me to mess up.

“I’m sorry. Yes, Natasha.”

“Good,” she affirmed. “As I was saying…in my opinion, a dominant should hold more importance than anyone else to their submissive. If you call everyone ‘ma’am’, then I want to be ‘Mistress’. I doubt that you call anyone else ‘Mistress’, do you?”

“No, I don’t.”

She smiled, “That was a rhetorical question, Stephanie.” I blushed and she brushed a hand against my knee. “I’ve been meaning to ask…what brought you here in the first place?”

My blush deepened. I whispered, “Do I look that out of place?”

“Like a deer in the headlights.”

I smiled. “My classmate, Daniela, invited me here tonight.” Biting my lip, I continued, “and I’ve been excited about it; I’ve known that I’m submissive for a while now.”

“I could have told you that.”

I blushed and she seemed to appreciate it. Her smirk was telling. After taking in my expression, her lips pursed.

“So, your friend from college invited you? Hm. Good thing she canceled.” Her hand moved further up my thigh. I shivered and I was sure she noticed. “It sounds to me like you need an experienced dominant to introduce you to your submission.”

“So, you’re…”

“A lesbian?” she finished, knowingly. “No, sweetie. I enjoy seeing a man on his knees as much as anyone else,” she joked, though it was hard to tell since her face remained straight the entire time. “I do prefer women, however. Though men can be just as delicate, women are more…to my taste.”

This, she said while licking her lips. What with the way she was looking at me, I felt like a piece of meat. I knew in that moment that I would do anything for her.

“Are you a lesbian, Stephanie?” she purred. Her words dripped like poison from her lips, and I had to fight the urge to kiss her.

I shrugged shyly. “Yes…I mean, no. I’m not sure. I’ve never been with a man.”

She bit her lip, before releasing it with a hum. “Ah,” she murmured, “that’s the way things should be. Girls are usually the other way around.”

“My neighbor was a couple of years older than me; she was a soccer player.” The memory of her was vivid in my mind. I was a freshman in high school, and she was a junior. She was butch, and I wore skirts every day. I did cheer, and she did me. The way she held me, kissed me, looked at me, still made me shudder. I omitted that she was the last person I’d been with.

“I see,” she smirked knowingly. “So, she turned you early…

“Lucky, then. Less work for me.”

If this woman wasn’t who she was, I would have imagined that she’d wink after a statement like that. After talking to her, I was seeing her in a new light. A low, red light, and it made arousal stir in my abdomen.

“What do you say about letting me introduce you to BDSM, Stephanie?”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Very well, then. How would you feel about coming home with me for an introductory session? No play, only so that I can show you my ropes,” she smirks. “If all goes well and you’d like to experience a bit of what I show you, you have a return invitation for tomorrow. That is when we’ll see what you’re made of.”

I shivered. “Okay.”

“Okay, who, Stephanie?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Good girl,” she grins.

I needed to be with her, and as soon as possible. But I remembered the men at her table. Possibly her lovers, which would leave me as an accessory. I frowned and watched as her eyes followed the descent of my lips.

I cleared my throat, speaking softly. “I’m sorry to ask, but if you want to play…with me, then who were–”

“Oh, excuse me,” she said. “Those were good friends of mine. They are a dominant and submissive couple. We come here together pretty often.”

“Okay,” I smiled.

“Are you ready to leave?” she asked, looking into my eyes. “Only if you’re comfortable, do I want to bring you home tonight.”

“I am,” I said. “I’m ready.”

The car ride was short and quiet, and sooner than not, we were at the door to her modern home. A wave of nervousness came over me. Like sobriety, not from alcohol, but possibly from lust. I suddenly was uncertain of my choice…of this woman’s home and lifestyle I’d stepped into. I was wary of what she would tell and show me. I had the feeling that I was in over my head.

“Okay,” she sighed, from the now-closed front door. “How about a tour, to start us off?”

The house was contemporary, in various shades of white and black. She showed me the kitchen, the living room, and a beautiful room upstairs that she explained would be mine if I were hers. Our next destination was a room hidden behind a glass door and white curtain at the end of the hall. She paused a moment to look at me before opening the door.

“The playroom,” she said and revealed a spacious room with high ceilings and many glass cabinets. I noticed large wooden contraptions large enough to hold people, as well as chairs and a large bed. She watched my expression carefully, before swinging the door slowly back to closed.

“That, we can explore tomorrow,” she smiled deviously. “Now, let’s talk.”

Natasha led us to the living room and settled me on the couch before filling two glasses of water for us from the kitchen. She sat across from me in a gray armchair, smiling.

“Now, where were we?” she asked. “I want you to think of today as your first class in submission. I’ll give you an overview of the course and we will be going over my expectations.” I could discern the mirth in her tone and could tell that this was her attempt to appeal to the college student on her couch.

“First thing,” she continued. “If you choose to come back tomorrow, you will refer to me as Mistress, or Ma’am, occasionally. If you use any other title for me, I will take it as blatant disrespect. You can use today as a free pass…unless you’d like to practice?”

I blushed. Practicing today might save me in the future. “I think I’d like to practice today…Mistress.”

“Good,” she smiled, soaking in my timidity like a dry sponge. “Now, punishments. The man that you saw tonight and I have developed a three-strike system for punishments. That is to say, some infractions are worth a single strike, or two strikes, but with something…very bad, you will strike out. My friend, Graham, loves baseball,” she smiled. “If you spend your weekends here, you will get to meet him and his submissive, Tanner.”

An hour later, I was a bit overwhelmed. My water glass was long empty, and my fingers had begun to drum over the empty glass. Natasha had just left to get me another. My eyes wide, I tried to digest all that Natasha had shared with me. Her rules, her expectations, were more than I anticipated. I was amazed by her attention to detail and her ability to convey so much in so little time. Despite my hesitation, I felt that I was up for her challenge.

When Natasha returned with our waters, she placed them down on the coffee table. Reading my body language, she reached out for my hand. I stood to my feet, answering her silent question, and smiled.

“I think we’ve covered enough for today,” said Natasha, her arms wrapping around me for the first time of the night, hugging me to her chest.

“Is this okay?” she asked gently into my hair.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I tried not to melt too much into her touch; I understood that she had strict boundaries. Even this affection was a luxury.

“Thank you for coming home with me tonight. I hope all of my talking didn’t scare you away,” she chuckled. “Do you think you’ll come back tomorrow?”

“I will, ma’am,” I said without a second’s hesitation, sparking the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Good girl. Turn and face the mirror with me, and do not respond,” she said, not allowing me to move by myself before beginning to turn me. In half a second more, we faced the mirror above her fireplace. From across the room, we were dimly lit, our silhouettes hazy in the low light. But, through the haze were her blue eyes, appraising over my shoulder, the movement of her hands exploring the hem of my dress.

“You are such a pretty girl. Do you know that?” she murmured into my ear. And I almost didn’t hear her, with her hands distracting me. When her words registered, though, I didn’t know how to take them.

“I’m not sure, Mistress,” I frowned. I didn’t know how her question pertained to submission.

“Stephanie. It is in your best interest not to contradict me. If it happens again, we will be having a very serious conversation about whether or not you’re welcome here,” she purred into my ear, mirth in her tone. Meanwhile, she slid her hands lower and lower down my torso. “I promised you no play today. Not until you’ve signed my contract. Maybe no play will be punishment enough for contradicting me,” she chuckled, her voice still quiet and raspy.

I frowned, my eyes asking a question.

“Yes?”

“What contract, Mistress?” I asked.

“Right,” she said, and her hands left my skin. I frowned deeper at the loss of contact and I thought I may have seen her smile out of the corner of my eye. Then, she was moving to a tall chest of drawers beside the mirror. She removed a piece of paper–a stack of papers–and presented them to me. Her face was serious.

“This is a contract listing all of the things we talked about today. I want you to look over everything and highlight any activities you are not comfortable with. If there is anything on here you would like to discuss, send me a text and I’ll be happy to explain.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl, Stephanie. Once you have signed and returned this to me, we can start our training. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“Alright, who? Use your words, Stephanie.”

“Yes, Mistress, I’ll read everything over.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled gently. It seemed like a weight was lifted from her chest. She sighed gently before continuing, “I think I’ll pick you up from campus, tomorrow. Did I give you my number?”

I frowned. “I don’t think so.”

She nodded, disappearing for a moment into what I remembered was her home office. When she returned, she held a business card in her hand. And then, it was tucked into my own, a comforting smile on her face.

“Let’s get you home,” she said.

 

*******

 

A voice thrust me from my daydream.

“Stephanie,” it called from the stairwell. “Is the table set for our guests?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

“And the house is straightened?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She knew that it was. She only asked as part of our ritual.

For six months now, I’d been her submissive. Every weekend from Friday to Sunday, I would leave campus to spend the weekend at her feet, or wherever else she wanted me. Our time together was always new and exciting, the only constant being our Friday dinner guests, the guests on their way now.

“That’s my girl,” I heard, closer. The sound of stiletto heels brought my attention to the stairwell. Mistress was finally ready and coming downstairs to help me set everything for our guests. I took a moment to take her in. Regal and commanding were her appearance. Her grey satin blouse showed only the slightest sliver of cleavage, and her white slacks were still creased from the morning. She looked the picture of business, the picture of class, the picture of dominance.

Mistress brushed a lock of dark brown hair over her shoulder. She tilted her head, and her eyes smiled into mine. I found myself lost in the blue of her gaze. So much so that I almost missed her question.

“What are you so happy about today, Stephanie?”

My smile widened. “You, Mistress,” I whispered.

She pulled me to her by my hips, brushing a curl out of my eyes.

“What about me?” she questioned softly. By now, my breaths were uneven. Every time her hands touched me, my heart went into overdrive. Every fiber of my being belonged to her, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Being yours, Mistress.”

“Hm. My what, Stephanie?”

This was a test if I ever knew one. Her eyes danced, peering into my own. Excited to see how I would answer. Diligently, I responded,

“Your slut, Mistress.”

A ghost of a smile graced her lips, quickly replaced by arousal. She loved to hear those words from me. “That’s right,” she affirmed.

Slowly, her hands trailed under my skirt, trailing circles on the skin. They played with the hem of my panties, digging into the soft flesh of my ass to leave deep marks…slipping under my skirt and into my panties. They were soaked; I could tell. All the while, her eyes were trained on mine, completely in control. I twitched as her fingers grazed the metal plug in my ass, as they trailed down to my pussy. Her fingers played in my wetness and we could both hear the erotic sound of how aroused I was. It wasn’t just her effect on me, though. I hadn’t cum in almost a month, and she knew it.

“Stephanie,” her deep voice husked.

My eyes quickly rose to meet hers. “Yes, Mistress,” I rushed out, between heavy breaths. My voice, as well as my pussy, dripped with arousal. As if she were reading my thoughts, I saw a glimmer of arousal in my Mistress’s eyes, before her expression became serious.

“If you behave this evening, I will let you orgasm later tonight.”

I’d have given anything to orgasm for her. Though I would equally as well have waited another month if she told me to. Her pleasure was my own.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmm. Good girl, Stephanie,” she praised, grasping my face firmly with one hand. She stared at me for a moment, her breath leaving warm condensation on my lips. Tilting my head roughly, she licked a stripe from the corner of my mouth to the other. She repeated the movement, sighing, before her mouth attacked mine, nipping and sucking at my bottom lip. Immediately, my eyes fell closed, my body relaxing to be molded by her will. My moans were muffled by her insistent mouth; I allowed her to possess me. Mistress always told me that she loved the lip-gloss I wore…and she never let it last for long.

“Open.”

Before I could, her fingers were squeezing my face, forcing my lips open wide. Her other hand had moved to the front of my panties, playing with their hem. For a while, she stared at my contorted lips, her eyebrows furrowed in appreciation. Then, she leaned in, barely grazing my lips with hers. I began to rut against her body as the anticipation started to affect me. With a groan, Mistress finally dipped her tongue between my lips. Immediately after, she plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. Fucking me quickly, she moaned into my mouth.

I imagined what our guests would think if they walked in at that moment. I was pressed against the counter, my Mistress dominating me in her own kitchen. The sight was sinful. Drawing out my tongue, Mistress seized it in her teeth, biting and then sucking deeply. I loved when she did this, when she was possessive of me.

Placing a resounding slap on my cheek, Mistress pulled away abruptly. I was left gasping for breath, my skirt bunched around my waist. She looked completely unaffected and triumphant…as if she hadn’t just fucked me in her kitchen. Mistress watched me calm myself down with an approving stare. She didn’t smile, but her eyes danced with the pleasure she denied me. She loved the way she affected me.

The doorbell distracted us. I looked to Mistress in a silent plea.

“Yes, Stephanie, you may lower your skirt,” she chuckled. “Get the door.”

Rushing to lower my skirt, I hurried to the door to greet our guests.

Despite the bright setting sun behind them, these were two men I would recognize anywhere: Mistress’s closest friend, Graham, and his submissive, Tanner. I smiled brightly in a silent greeting. Ever since I met my Mistress, she and these two have comprised my family. Stepping aside, I allowed the two of them to enter before closing the door.

“Hi, Stephanie,” Graham smiled warmly. When we met, his perfect teeth were one of the first things I noticed about him. Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Graham’s smile never failed to light up the room.

Standing at six-foot-two with fine black hair on his head and chest, Graham was an extremely attractive man. He and Mistress met when he transferred to her company from Tokyo as the director of operations. From what I’ve heard, their connection was immediate. Both openly gay and privately dominant, I imagine that the two found that they shared a lot in common.

Graham’s deep voice snapped me out of my trance. “Where’s Natasha, sweetheart?”

“Right here,” Mistress’s voice rang from the entryway to the living room. “Come in. Our food should be here shortly. I already made your gin and tonic.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Graham’s laugh boomed, as he entered the living room.

“You two,” Mistress addressed Tanner and me.

We both straightened at the sound of her voice.

“Behave yourselves and be ready for dinner when it gets here.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Tanner grinned.

“Yes, Mistress,” I smiled.

Mistress raised an eyebrow, looking from me to Tanner. “That will be all. You are dismissed,” she spoke, turning to meet Graham in the living room.

Taking my hand into his, Tanner led me upstairs. We smiled at each other all the way, rushing up the stairs into the privacy of the recreation room. Finally alone, Tanner and I hugged each other tightly.

“Hi, Stephie!” his tenor voice exclaimed as he pulled back.

Tanner, on the other hand, stood at five-foot-nine, only an inch taller than me. He had beautiful wavy blond hair that curled at the nape of his neck. Unlike those of my Mistress, his eyes were a deep ocean blue, framed by the golden sun rays of his long lashes. I’d always thought that he was attractive…handsome, even. If I weren’t with my Mistress and he wasn’t with his master, if we didn’t thrive on submission, maybe we would have been together. From what I know, he and Graham had met at a baseball game and were inseparable ever since. They were both very attractive, complementing each other almost as well as I did my Mistress.

“I saw you blushing when we came in,” Tanner giggled. “What were you doing before we got here?” he questioned with a dopey smile.

My face reddened immediately. “Tanner!” I chided.

“What? I’m just asking.”

I formed my lips into a fake angry pout. “We weren’t doing anything,” I said

“Yeah, right. I bet she was kissing you.”

“No, she wasn’t,” I giggled.

“Is that why there’s lipstick on your face?” he questioned softly, raising his thumb to my lip.

My eyebrows raised in shock, I rushed to the mirror to check my face. There was no way I could have been that careless. Tanner’s laughter distracted me from my panicking.

“I knew it!” he cried, bubbling with happiness. “I can’t believe you actually checked.”

I turned to him with an angry expression. “Whatever, Tanner. That wasn’t funny.”

“Oh, come on, Stephie,” Tanner soothed, pulling me into his arms. “I’m just teasing,” he soothed, running a finger through my curls.

“I know,” I murmured, resting my head on his shoulder. The warmth of his body robbed me of any anger I had earlier. I wrapped my arms around Tanner’s middle, pulling him tighter into myself. I was lucky to have Tanner as a friend, even if sometimes, his practical jokes grated on my nerves.

“Dinner!” we heard from downstairs.

Smiling, Tanner pulled back. He placed a lingering kiss on my cheek and took my hand so we could descend the stairs together. I ignored the butterflies I felt in my stomach. Tanner was always friendly to me.

Dinner every week was the same. We would sit at the table together and laugh and joke about our lives and relationships. Afterward, Mistress would ask Tanner and me to do the dishes while she and Graham retired to the living room.

After we finished cleaning, Tanner and I would return to the recreation room to talk alone. Sometimes we would share our recent punishments, and other times, we would use our phones when we were allowed to have them. Though I loved being at my Mistress’s beck and call, this freedom was one I’d always appreciated immensely. I enjoyed being able to spend time with another submissive from time to time.

Tanner and I were back upstairs, talking excitedly when we got on the topic of rules.

“Stephanie,” he asked me, “do you have rules?”

I looked into Tanner’s eyes, my lips curving into a smile. He had to know what a silly question he’d asked. It wasn’t uncommon for us to joke around, and I could usually catch a playful look in his eye. But somehow today was different. Tanner seemed unlike his usual demure self; he was plotting something.

“Of course, I have rules, silly.”

“I know you have rules, Stephie,” he smiled. “I want to know how you feel about them.”

“How I feel about them?” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Does that matter? I still have to follow them.”

“Do you ever break them?” he whispered.

This was not the Tanner I knew. This Tanner was cunning, mischievous even. These were things my Mistress would never tolerate. If she knew how he was talking to me then, she would never have let me see him again. I looked into his deep blue eyes and frowned.

“Why would I break them?” I stuttered uncertainly. Tanner knew about my Mistress and me, that I was trained by her and no one else. Mistress didn’t train brats.

I noticed the way Tanner looked at me, almost with a hunger. I couldn’t determine what for. His breaths were slightly heavier than before, his back straight.

“Have you ever been horny when you weren’t allowed to touch yourself?” he husked.

My lips fell into an expression of shock. I noticed that his eyes followed their descent. By now, my voice was only a whisper. “Mistress controls when I–”

“Stephie. We’re friends,” Tanner smiled slowly. “Tell me the truth.”

“Sometimes,” I whispered.

“Me too,” Tanner began, letting his hand rest on my knee. “Sometimes, when I’m with you.”

I gasped. It couldn’t be. Could it? “You get horny when you’re with me?”

He nodded, moving his hand higher up my thigh. “You’re so pretty, Stephie,” he murmured. “Sometimes when I’m with you, I get…well…hard.”

“You do?” I gasped again, bewilderment evident in my tone. I couldn’t help my eyes from looking down. Now, I noticed the small tent in his jeans. He was serious.

“Yes,” he laughed, turning to face me and look in my eyes. His smile was playful but genuine. “Would you like to see?” he asked.

“Now?” I gasped. “We can’t, Tanner. Our dominants are downstairs!” I panicked.

“They won’t see us.”

“But–”

Tanner shushed me then. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, placing it on the couch to the side of us…and I took in the sight of him. He was lovely. His smooth flesh hardly disguised the lean muscles of his abdomen, the golden glow of his tan skin.

“Stephanie. Do you want to see?” he asked me, after a moment.

I nodded and Tanner gave me a coy smile as he thumbed his waistband, swiftly pulling his khaki pants and boxer briefs down his legs.

I gasped. This was the first time I had seen a penis outside of porn. The sight of Tanner in front of me was incredible. I assumed that Graham made him shave as my Mistress made me…I couldn’t find a blade of hair to distract from his smooth shaft. However, scattered on his thighs and calves was a down of dirty blond hair. Visions of high school crushes and football players filed through my mind. It had been such a long time since I’d thought of men. I began to have difficulty breathing as I watched him. His penis was as hard as metal, and I was responsible.

Tanner peered down at me over his lashes, his eyes curious to find my reaction. He turned around briefly, to place his pants behind, with his shirt. Smiling, he turned back around to face me. Still seated on the pillows, I looked up at my friend. He was smiling at me reassuringly. His hands stroked slowly up and down his manhood, and I could’ve sworn I saw it leaking liquid from the tip…the head, I remembered.

I thought he was beautiful.

“See?” he asked softly. “You did this.”

I took in the sight before me. Tanner was so very close to me…and his penis was even closer. I’d seen my Mistress wearing a dildo around her waist on many occasions. This was different. Tanner was so real that I was mesmerized. I didn’t even notice as my fingers reached out to touch it.

His soft moan thrust me from my thoughts.

“Oh, Tanner,” I cried softly. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked mischievously. “You can touch it, if that’s what you wanted.”

“I can’t,” I blushed. “We’ll get in trouble.”

“Says who?”

I gave him my most confused stare, then. “Aren’t we breaking the rules?” I asked.

“Sir said that I can’t touch myself,” Tanner explained. “He never said anything about you touching me.”

“Mistress never said I couldn’t touch you either,” I frowned.

“No one’s going to get in trouble.”

I looked into my friend’s blue eyes. He was always a good boy and had never misguided me before. Tanner was like a mentor to me, setting an example for me to follow. I trusted him.

“Okay,” I whispered, reaching my hand back to touch him.

Tanner’s spear shone in the most beautiful shade of pink. I admired it with my eyes and fingers, pressing lightly and then pulling away. At the slightest touch, I could hear his breathing grow unsteady. I leaned in closer, my hot breaths blowing like a warm breeze over him. I looked up to Tanner’s eyes and saw that they were closed, his lashes fluttering slightly as I moved my fingers. I watched his thick blond eyebrows furrow together as his face flushed. I knew that expression; I’d made it a million times for my Mistress. But now I was his Mistress. I recalled the videos I’d watched of girls stroking them, fondling the bottom where the skin sagged into soft swells and tracing the ridge underneath it from the bottom to the tip. The beautiful blushing tip that leaked a tear from its eye. I had an urge to taste it, as it wept for me.

Inhaling a deep breath, I leaned closer, flicking my tongue out to have a taste. And the taste was incredible. Though I could detect the liquid’s saltiness, there was an underlying hint of sweetness. And, addicted as one becomes to sugar, I craved more. I repositioned myself on my knees to have better access. I let my hands rest on his thighs, grazing his golden hair as I went. Every time he twitched, my smile grew. Looking up into his now-open blue eyes, I enveloped his head in my mouth. The taste was salty, but underneath was a sweet tinge that had to have just been Tanner. Sighing my pleasure, I took him deeper into my mouth.

His moan was immediate, and he sounded like an angel. His smooth tenor voice resounded off of the ceiling, and I had a sudden fear that someone would hear.

“Be quiet, Tanner,” I warned, unable to mask the fear in my eyes. “If you’re too loud, I’ll have to stop.”

Tanner’s eyes were wild with desire, filled with an intensity I’d never known from him. I swooned. I thought he was beautiful.

“Please don’t stop,” he moaned softly.

I nodded softly, leaning in to take him once again into my mouth. I remember being surprised at how warm it was, entirely unlike the plastic phalluses I so adored on my mistress. Though it was smaller, I relished the feeling of his veins on my tongue, pumping blood to his groin to make him harder in my mouth. I felt him twitch and couldn’t hold back my moan.

Hollowing my cheeks, as I did for my Mistress, I sucked him harder, letting more of him come to rest between my lips. By now, we were both moaning, any fear of our dominants forgotten in our mutual lust.

“Stephie, don’t stop,” Tanner cried. “It feels so good.”

I didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Grabbing Tanner’s thighs tighter, I intensified my efforts, basking in his moans and looking up into his beautiful eyes. He twitched more often every minute as I brought him closer to his climax. I could tell that he was almost ready to explode, to let me taste him fully. I pulled him out of my mouth, stroking him deftly with my hand, my other massaging his balls. I wanted to see his face while he orgasmed.

“Stephie, God,” Tanner moaned heartily. “I’m going to–”

The door slammed open. Tanner and I both froze in place.

Oh no. Oh, no. I knew this would happen. I should’ve never let Tanner convince me that my Mistress wouldn’t find out. That I wouldn’t be in trouble for touching him…for cheating on her. I felt the first tear wet my face. How could I have been so stupid?

Slowly, Mistress and Graham made their way into the room. They stood before us menacingly, and I scrambled to stand at attention. Now, I trembled, chin up and eyes downcast, next to Tanner. I felt a dribble of saliva trickle down my chin, but I couldn’t even move to wipe it away. I was too embarrassed, too ashamed of myself. Tanner and I stood trembling, both shaking with nerves.

My Mistress impaled us sharply with her calm stare.

“What is going on here?”

I started crying harder. I’d never heard my Mistress speak like this before. The thought of her being upset lodged a thick lump in my throat. I could only imagine how disappointed she was in me.

Tanner spoke, “We’re sorry–”

“Save it, young man,” Graham growled. I flinched back at the intensity of his tone. I knew when Tanner mentioned it that this would happen…if only I’d trusted my instincts. I felt my tears come down harder. Why had I been so stupid?

“Stephanie,” Mistress warned. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

I flinched, rushing to answer her before she became even more upset with me.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I gulped, through my tears. “We’re both not allowed to touch ourselves, and Tanner said that if I touched him, then–”

“Then you wouldn’t break any rules?”

How did she know?

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress hummed, condescending in her tone. I locked my gaze on her patent leather heels. I refused to look in her eyes for fear of seeing her disappointment, and to my luck, she didn’t ask me to.

“Tanner,” Graham addressed his submissive. Obediently, Tanner’s eyes lifted to meet his dominant’s. “Recite our code of conduct.”

Tanner cleared his throat, “My body belongs to Sir. My orgasms belong to Sir. I may not touch myself without express permission from Sir.” He spoke in the most confident tone he could muster, his voice only wavering a little. His rules weren’t much different from mine. The idea was the same…belonging. Frantically, I searched Tanner’s every word to find a rule that we broke. I knew there had to be one.

Graham raised an eyebrow at Tanner, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you think I mean when I tell you that your body belongs to me, Tanner? That you can do with it as you please?” he questioned slowly. “Every part of your body is my property. That means that anyone who puts their hands on it must have my permission.” This part, he said while facing me. I felt another shiver course through my body.

“Stephanie, the same goes for you. That means that if your hands or your mouth are on someone other than me, that is on my call.”

I cringed at Mistress’s tone. Of course, I knew that. Just moments ago, I’d been proud of being her property, and then I’d walked all over her. Excuses gathered on the tip of my tongue. It was the heat of the moment. Tanner lied to me. Of course, Tanner had lied to me. He was disobedient and selfish. I’d just been stupid enough to believe him. I felt another hot tear run down the length of my nose. In my mind, there was no redeeming myself.

Mistress cleared her throat. “You don’t know this, Stephanie, but I have cameras in every room of this house,” she spoke slowly. “Usually, you are so obedient that I don’t need them.”

Cameras?

I felt my heart lurch into my throat. I couldn’t believe what Mistress was saying. Her sudden entry was starting to make sense. This meant that they saw everything. I felt myself begin to panic. Up until now, we’d still had a chance…maybe. But this ruined even our sliver of a chance.

“You didn’t think you would get away with this, did you? We’ve been watching you two for a while now.” Mistress asked incredulously. She must have seen my expression. “It’s a good thing I kept those cameras up. We’ve seen the way you two look at each other.”

“It was only a matter of time,” Graham spoke with a hint of mirth.

A matter of time?

I could only imagine how shocked Tanner and I looked then. My lips were parted in surprise, and I saw Tanner’s shaking hands clench and unclench in my peripheral vision.

“We did know about your little crushes,” Graham trailed off, leaving us in suspense for a few moments. “And you provided us with a great deal of entertainment on the television tonight. But your disobedience will be duly punished.”

He took a step closer to Tanner.

“Especially you,” he spoke calmly to his submissive, “for taking advantage of Stephanie.”

“My Stephanie,” Mistress stressed, regarding Tanner with a cruel gaze. That look was nothing to be excited about. Her eyes still fixed on Tanner, calculating, Mistress continued,

“How many strikes?” she asked. And what once felt like a fun approach to punishment felt like the threat of lethal injection. “Tanner? How many strikes do you think you’ve earned today.”

“Three,” he mumbled.

Her eyebrow arched in a dare. “Excuse me? I’m not sure that I heard you, Tanner. Louder.”

“Three, Miss Natasha,” Tanner spoke louder, his eyes still focused on anything but my Mistress’s.

“I agree. I think that a hard paddling is in order. Don’t you, Graham?”

Nodding his head, Graham turned to face my Mistress. “I have to agree,” he spoke.

Both pairs of eyes returned to the two of us.

“Do you accept your punishment?”

We both nodded our heads, whispering renditions of ‘Yes, Ma’am,’ and ‘Yes, Sir.’

Mistress took a step closer to Tanner. “I’ll take this one,” she spat, taking the boy by his ear and leading him out of the room, naked. I winced for him; despite the less-than-friendly feelings swirling in my chest, I still knew how much that could hurt.

As Graham placed a hand on my shoulder to lead me out, I realized what Mistress meant. If she was going to punish Tanner, that meant that Graham was going to punish me. My breath caught in my throat, and I forgot to walk. A swift slap to my rear had me moving quickly ahead of Graham, silent and obedient so I wouldn’t earn any extra lashes.

When we arrived in Mistress’s playroom, Tanner was already being buckled onto the St. Andrew’s cross. It was made of polished cedar, in perfect harmony with the elegantly furnished room. Along one wall were large wooden cabinets with glass displays and mirrors, where Mistress carefully organized her utensils. A dozen or so paddles, floggers, and other implements of punishment were arranged by size and intensity, while her dildos and vibrators resided on the shelf below them. On the other side of the room were several rungs and bars embedded in the wall, all made of stainless steel. I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw Mistress securing Tanner onto what was rightfully mine. I had to remind myself that it was a blessing that I’d never been on that cross. Besides, I didn’t deserve to be, now.

Shooting Graham a smile over her shoulder, Mistress turned and gestured to her collection of paddles in the cabinet.

“Pick any paddle you’d like, Graham. I can assure you that they all hurt.”

“Of course,” Graham smiled, leading me over to the cabinet. Graham and my Mistress seemed a lot more upbeat than I would have imagined. It made me wonder just how long they’d been watching Tanner and me. Every Friday, when we would wait until we were upstairs to embrace, they knew. I wondered if they’d made bets over their drinks about when it would happen, planning out how they would punish us. I felt duped on all fronts.

A deep voice thrust me from my thoughts. “Eyes up, Stephanie. Tell me which of these paddles hurts most.”

Lifting my eyes slowly to his under my lashes, I glanced over to the shelf Graham pointed to. Mistress never allowed me this close to her cabinets. There were paddles and canes and floggers that I’d never even seen before. My eyes widening, I took in the close to ten paddles varying in size and material. Graham must have noticed my surprise.

“You have tried them all, haven’t you?”

“No, sir.”

As Graham’s lips turned upward, I couldn’t help but think of how handsome he was. His smile was ever immaculate, and his dark beard framed it perfectly. His broad shoulders alone could take control of a room. I started to think that I wouldn’t mind his hands on me…though as he was Tanner’s dominant, I’d suppressed these thoughts before.

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“My Tanner has seen all of my paddles…and I’m sure that after today, you understand why. He can be very disobedient.”

How had I not realized before? Every time Tanner had placed a hand on my thigh, I’d assumed he was being friendly. Every shy glance, I assumed was innocent. As Graham spoke to me, it became increasingly clear that Tanner had been drawing me into his trap.

“Yes, sir.”

Graham paused to take in my expression. After a moment, he cleared his throat and continued, “Stephanie, I know that your Mistress has taught you manners. You should know not to touch things that don’t belong to you.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered. I was shaking then, afraid of his harsh hand I’d heard stories of.

Graham took a moment to regard Mistress’s paddles. He ran his hand across a few, deciding on one with a pink ribbon. He lifted it from the shelf, rotating it in his hand to admire it. There were hearts carved into the middle of the paddle which would leave heart-shaped markings on my ass. This one I’d experienced before, one day when I wore the wrong butt plug to Mistress’s house.

“How does this one sound?”

Again, it struck me as odd that Graham was asking me my opinion. My Mistress would never ask how I felt about her choice of punishment, only if I accepted. It was interesting to see the differences in her and Graham’s manners of dominating. I tilted my head to the side, a frown on my lips. I didn’t know if he wanted me to actually respond.

“Stephanie. It’s rude to keep me waiting for your answer.”

“Yes, sir,” I rushed out. Apparently, he did. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s five extra lashes,” Graham frowned disapprovingly. “I think that thirty-five is a good number. So, forty in total. Do you accept?”

“Yes, sir,” I gulped. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be paddling me at full intensity. Though my Mistress certainly had a strong hand, I’d never even experienced the full extent of her punishment…let alone this large man’s.

Graham walked to the bed in the center of the room, taking a seat. I was close behind him, my arms linked behind my back submissively.

“Well, over my knee.”

Obediently, I laid over Graham’s knee. I’d never had a man punish me and wasn’t exactly ready to start.

The first crack came quickly. It covered both of my cheeks. It wasn’t very hard, but I knew he was just warming up. The next four came in succession, two on my left cheek, and two on my right.

By number twenty, I was crying. Graham slipped off my panties to place them in my mouth. The taste of my arousal filled my mouth, and I noticed just how wet Graham’s punishment was making me. The sounds that Tanner was making across the room were not helping either. A part of me enjoyed hearing him be punished for deceiving me.

“Quiet, Stephanie. We’re halfway done.”

I nodded my head, bracing myself for the next swish of the paddle. These were harder, more direct. Graham was trying to leave an impression. By thirty, I was screaming. My panties had fallen to the floor wet with my saliva. My ass was burning, and I didn’t know if I could endure ten more.

Graham groaned. “Your ass looks so beautiful with these hearts all over it. Maybe one day, your Mistress will let me use it.”

I shivered at that thought, the thought of my Mistress letting him use me. I wondered if he was looking at my plug.

My pussy was becoming wetter with every passing second. Now that I focused on it, I could feel a hard presence under my stomach. Was I making Graham hard? Trickles of liquid were running down my leg and I couldn’t even bring myself to feel embarrassed. I was a slut.

“Ten more,” he grunted. Now, his voice was deeper, his arousal becoming more and more obvious.

“Hold on, Stephanie. I’m not going to go easy.”

I knew that Graham was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. I braced my hands on the ground for the last ten thrashes.

Three cracks, one after the other, hit my left cheek. I screamed out at every one and had no time to recover before my right cheek received the same treatment. Graham was breathing heavily now, what with the effort he was exerting to punish me. I was obedient and kept my hands on the floor. Four more, and we’d be finished.

By the last crack of the paddle, I was howling in pain. Tanner hadn’t lied about his dominant’s hand. I was in a great deal of pain and it was barely offset by my arousal.

“All done,” Graham spoke softly. “Come sit up.”

As best I could, I sat up in Graham’s lap. My ass already stung against his legs, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. After rubbing my back for a while, Graham stood me to my feet.

“Let’s take off the rest of your clothes. You took your paddling very well, but I don’t think your punishment is over.”

I nodded my head, whispering a ‘Yes, sir,’ before pulling my shirt over my head. With his help, I slipped out of my skirt as well. Now naked, Graham took a moment to take in my body. I didn’t feel self-conscious, but more…empowered. I liked that Graham was admiring my body.

“I see why Natasha won’t share you, now,” Graham chuckled.

I blushed, looking down before whispering, “Thank you, sir.”

“And why she’s so upset at my boy,” he smiled. I could only blush in response.

He chuckled again, standing to his feet and placing his large hand against the small of my back to lead me over to the Saint Andrew’s cross. Tanner was now unlocked from the fixture, standing next to my Mistress. His head was down, and Mistress stood proudly next to him. Tanner’s eyes were red, and his face was still wet from his tears. He looked as if he’d suffered a lot more than I had. I also noticed that he had a ring around his penis, I assumed it was to keep him from cumming during his paddling.

“Give us a spin,” Graham encouraged brightly. His tone was almost mocking.

The stripes covering Tanner’s ass were vibrant. It looked as if Mistress had abandoned the paddle for the cane…or the tawse. Whatever she used must have felt like the devil’s hand. I suddenly didn’t feel so bad about my forty lashes. Tanner’s tears and snot were streaked down his face and chest, and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. My ass was smarting, but not nearly as much as his must have been.

“Wow. Great work, Natasha,” Graham complimented.

He couldn’t have been more correct. Mistress had thoroughly taught Tanner his lesson, but I was certain that it was only an appetizer to the festivities to come. His eyes puffy and red, Tanner avoided looking at me. My heart ached for him. I wanted more than anything to run and comfort my friend, but I knew better.

Unbeknownst to us, Mistress had walked over to Graham to discuss their plan for us. Someone clearing their throat stole Tanner’s and my attention from our pitiful gazes at each other. My Mistress was talking to us.

“–and since you two wanted to fuck each other so badly, we’re going to let you.”

Tanner and I looked quickly into each other’s eyes, terrified by my Mistress’s words. We both understood that there had to be a catch.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Mistress snapped, her tone offended.

Our reaction was immediate. Shivering in place, we whipped our heads around to watch my Mistress.

“Graham and I are being very kind to you. Do not ruin this opportunity for yourselves.”

Graham looked from Tanner to me, raising his eyebrows.

“Well,” he began. “Come here, Stephanie. Lay down over the bench.”

As soon as I was bent over, restraints were being snapped into place around my ankles and wrists against the legs of the bench. The restraint around my neck wasn’t fastened. I hoped that didn’t mean that they would make me watch. I was ashamed enough.

To my surprise, Graham had Tanner stand behind me and he bent down to secure Tanner’s ankles to mine. At the same moment, Mistress brought over a pair of handcuffs. Tanner’s hands were cuffed together behind his back, leaving him almost unable to move behind me.

Tanner’s cock stood hard from his punishment and I had to try not to twitch at the feeling of his manhood pressed up against me. Something told me I was unsuccessful, as Mistress was all but glaring at me in the mirror.

“Stephanie. Spread your legs, so I can lube your ass,” Mistress spoke, pulling on the plug in my ass.

My eyebrows lifted in shock. I didn’t think that Tanner would be in my ass.

Mistress must have noticed my expression because she scoffed, “Absolutely not. You thought that I was going to let this boy in my pussy? Spread, now.”

That made sense.

As best as I could in the cuffs, I spread my legs as far as they would go. And with a swift motion, Mistress removed the metal from my body.

Replacing the plug were Mistress’s cold, lubed fingers, spreading me in anticipation for Tanner’s cock. There was something lascivious about that…my Mistress readying me for someone else’s cock. Once she’d made it to three fingers, Mistress backed away to stand next to Graham. Mistress regarded us coolly. I wondered what our asses must have looked like, red, smarting, and almost pressed together. Tanner and I were both trembling hard.

Graham snapped his fingers.

“Go,” he spoke.

As best as he could, Tanner pulled back until only the tip of his cock was pressed against my hole. He was very careful to make sure that it was the right one. I guessed that after his punishment, he understood what my Mistress was like when she was upset.

Slowly, Tanner pressed into me. His cock spread me gradually until I was stretched wider than Mistress’s fingers. I could feel him throbbing in me, and it was a million times better than him being in my mouth. I could feel every ridge of his hard cock pressing into my wet hole, and it was enough to make me shudder. With every passing second, he pressed deeper into my quivering asshole until finally, all of him was inside of me. I gasped louder than I wanted to, avoiding my Mistress’s eyes.

Almost as soon as he entered me fully, Tanner was pulling back to thrust back into my ass. He started a slow rhythm then, fucking me with his hips. I felt myself giving in to the pleasure, my hips rocking to meet his as best they could in the restraints. His cock was warmer and firmer with every pulse of his hips. Moans escaped my throat each time he pressed into me, all of my embarrassment from enjoying my punishment dissipating quickly. I had no idea how much I’d craved the moment…being connected to Tanner so intimately. We must have looked very funny, restrained and humping each other.

This went on for at least ten minutes. Tanner was moaning freely now, our sounds harmonizing with each of his thrusts. My head was resting on the smooth wood of the bench now. It was wet with my perspiration. Mistress knew how much I enjoyed bondage…as well as how much I enjoyed anal. I imagine that our dominants were very much enjoying the show. Tanner’s moans increased in volume. I imagine that he was getting close, but he couldn’t cum even if he wanted to.

Suddenly, there was a force pressing Tanner deeper into me. His balls pressed into my pussy, and I squealed, twitching against the wood. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focused on fighting my climax. I couldn’t cum, not until Mistress told me I could.

A masculine grunt affirmed the presence behind Tanner, followed by a gasp from the latter. Graham must have pressed a finger into Tanner’s ass.

“Ow,” Tanner gasped. It sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

“Shut up,” Graham scolded. “If you wanted more lube, then you should have thought about your actions earlier.”

After a couple of minutes of accustoming Tanner to his fingers, adding more until Tanner was ready, Graham finally pushed his cock into Tanner’s ass, making us a train of sodomy.

Graham’s thrusts were much stronger than Tanner’s. I felt them in Tanner’s hips thrusting hard against my already-sore ass. I could only imagine what Tanner felt like. His ass was much sorer than mine.

“I thought I’d taught you better than this, slut.”

Digging his fingers into Tanner’s waist, Graham set a fast pace. With every one of his thrusts, Tanner’s cock lurched deeper into my ass. Tanner fell forward and Graham pulled him to his chest. His submissive was screaming out in a mixture of pleasure and agony. I looked intently at the wall, my cheek resting against the bench. I was unwilling to watch my friend’s punishment. If I could have moved my hands to comfort Tanner, I would have. This was my fault too; I should have been receiving the same.

Stern clicking sounded from the floor. Black heels walked into my vision and I felt a finger on my chin.

“Stephanie,” Mistress spoke.

I looked to her eyes expectantly, despite the rough slap of Tanner’s thighs against my own.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped.

“Watch.”

Reluctantly, I lifted my eyes to the mirror.

In the mirror, I watched as Graham thrust roughly into his submissive…fucking him into submission. Whatever sensations I felt from Tanner’s cock in my ass were eclipsed by the sight of Graham ramming himself into the boy’s tight hole. Despite myself, I grew wetter.

“Do you like watching your friend be punished?” Mistress’s voice whispered in my ear.

I knew better than to lie and nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

In the mirror, I saw my Mistress smile before walking back to her cabinets.

A couple of excruciating minutes later, Mistress’s voice returned from behind Graham.

“Graham, dear. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

I strained, trying to see what she was doing, but failed miserably. I couldn’t see past Graham’s body.

“Not at all. You are the lady of the house, after all,” Graham smiled, stepping back. Tanner and I both took this moment to cool down before whatever else our dominants had planned for us. Our heavy breaths mixed together as he leaned forward onto my back. Sometime during this, someone removed the handcuffs from Tanner’s wrists. I was almost jealous. My body ached from being in this position for so long.

“Tanner,” Mistress commanded after a while. “We did not tell you to stop.”

Standing back up, Tanner resumed his thrusts through his exhaustion. Finally, though, I got to feel his hands on my body. I imagined that if we hadn’t been caught, this would have happened anyway, Tanner’s hands on my hips, his pretty cock thrusting in and out of me. Moaning, I let myself be swept away by the feeling.

After a while, I looked up. Finally, able to peer over Tanner’s shoulder in the mirror, I received the shock of my life when I saw my Mistress in her harness…wearing the biggest strap-on she owned. It must have been two-and-a-half inches in diameter and a foot in length. I was certain he couldn’t take the huge cock. I gasped and Tanner must have heard because I saw his eyes widen. Tanner watched my Mistress in fear, starting to slow his pace. A sharp smack to his already-red ass corrected this.

My Mistress stood behind Tanner now, massaging lube into his already-stretched hole. He moved with her thrusts, thrusting into me. By the jolt of his hips, I assumed that Mistress had added a third finger to her two. A sharp cry and I knew it had to be four.

“Ooooh,” Tanner moaned into my ear as he tried to keep up his rhythm, his thighs spasming every few seconds. Mistress’s thrusts grew stronger, and Tanner and I both gasped loudly when Mistress’s thumb entered his hole. I’d never had her whole hand in my ass, and my hole quivered at just the idea. I watched in the mirror as Mistress’s wrist twisted deeper into Tanner’s anus, probing and preparing him for her.

Withdrawing her hand, Mistress paused before thrusting her fist beyond Tanner’s sphincter. I watched in awe. I remembered Tanner bragging about how much his ass could accommodate, but I never imagined this.

“Tanner,” Mistress spoke firmly. “I’m going to teach you what happens when you try to seduce my submissive.”

“Yes, Miss Natasha,” Tanner murmured. Whatever rebellion he felt at the beginning of the night had been thoroughly beaten and fucked out of him by now. Mistress removed her hand from his hole.

“What do you say, slut?” Graham asked, sternly.

“Thank y–” Tanner gasped as Mistress thrust the huge cock into him. The next noise out of him was a piercing scream. His thighs shook uncontrollably, his body falling forward almost entirely onto mine.

“Thank you, Miss Natasha,” he yelped, holding onto me for dear life.

At this point, Tanner no longer had to thrust, Mistress was doing the work for him. With every movement of her hips, the large cock drilled into his ass, pushing his sweaty hips into mine. Mistress was fucking us both now. It was a good thing the bench was screwed into the floor because if it weren’t, my face would have been pressed into the mirror.

Tanner screamed in agony as the plastic cock pressed deep into his hole. I knew that my arousal was dripping down the back of my thighs then, I could hear it in the sinful sound of Tanner’s thighs smacking against mine. In the mirror, Mistress held tightly onto Tanner’s hips, thrusting the whole cock quickly into the small boy on top of me.

The next thing I noticed was Mistress, looking deep into my eyes through the mirror. Her mouth was curved into a focused scowl, her breaths labored. The sound of the metal shackles knocking into the wood was the only thing to be heard in the room. At that moment, it was just Mistress and me. I felt a shiver course through my body as her icy eyes burned into my own. Her message was clear. I was hers.

Soon, Graham’s body eclipsed my view of the mirror. There was a thumb at my lips. He stood in front of me with his pants at his ankles.

“Let’s see if you like sucking this cock.”

This was an understatement, I learned when Graham dug his fingers into my hair and began to fuck my face. He slammed his cock down my throat at the same speed as Mistress’s thrusts into Tanner. The combined sensation was enough to bring me to the orgasm I was holding off. I had no way to ask my Mistress for permission, nor did I have time. A rough slap to my cheek set me in motion.

Over and over again, I came on Tanner’s cock. My scream came in waves as Graham’s cock entered and exited my throat. I gagged, saliva gurgling out of the corners of my mouth. I was utterly fucked out, and my Mistress was far from finished.