Sexy DS Weekend

“MRGHMM…” Mark grunts loudly, filling me with his seed–a few more gentle pumps as he cums inside me, spurting many times. Then he plops out and collapses next to me. He cuddles me firmly but gently to himself, and we catch our breath together.

“I think that was your first time cumming in me from normal sex,” I say breathlessly.

“Is that okay?” he checks carefully.

“Oh yes, you know I’m still on the pill.”

“But I wasn’t too rough with you?”

“Not at all,” I smile at him. I kiss him sweetly.

He breathes for another moment before propping up on his elbow to look at me. “You seem to like when someone takes control over you, sexually. Is that true?”

I blush and look away.

“What!” He gently knocks my chin back with his knuckle so I can’t look away. “If you do, it’s just a preference, nothing to be shy about.”

“I’m not shy cause I like it; I’m shy cause I only like it with you.” I blush again, this time cuddling into his chest instead of turning away. But then it twinges with a bad memory, and I squeeze into him tightly.

He holds me gently to himself, rubbing the back of my head warmly. “I do wonder,” he says softly. “I’ve been doing some of it because you seem to like it, but I’m always afraid of triggering something bad from Jeff.”

“I think that’s the thing though,” I say, pulling back enough for eye contact. “Jeff just took, and he didn’t care about me, and that’s the exact opposite with you. You care about me so. much… and it’s like a protective thing with you, not an abusive thing. I like to be used by you, and “taken,” and having you dominant over me, but only because it’s you. You’re so gentle and good, and it’s more like you taking care of me than taking something from me. It almost seems to be healing the Jeff stuff, in a way–knowing that I can be out of control but still safe and loved and protected.”

He smiles, squeezing me tightly in a warm hug. “Of course you’re safe with me. That’s never going to change.”

We cuddle there for a while, before I reluctantly start moving to head home. I had called Kat this week because I was stressed with school, and my counselor had given me a list of healthy ways to distract and de-stress, and one of the many things on this list was sex. I called her up and asked if they’d be free anytime soon to help me “de-stress” (with a laugh), and she said she was going to her parents’ this weekend, but she’d talk to Mark and get back to me. He sent me a message later inviting me up tonight–said he was happy to help, but it would have to be just him this time.

And he did help. We had a wonderfully distracting time tonight, and I do feel less tense and anxious.

As I’m getting ready to drive home, Mark leans against the wall near me. “Are you busy three weekends from now? First weekend in November? I have an idea of something that might be nice, but I want to run it by Kat first. I’m just wondering if you might be able to have that weekend free.”

I pause, thinking through the next several weeks and weekends to think about my availability. “I think I would. I don’t have any specific plans that weekend. I think that’s when we have Friday off. And depending on how much time you’re thinking, I think my schedule’s free enough that week to work ahead so I wouldn’t have general responsibilities. Yeah, I could make most anything work that weekend.” I bend to slip my flats on by the door. “So… you’ll just get back to me after you guys talk?”

“Yes. I’m glad you came over. Hope that helped a bit,” he grins.

“It certainly did.” I smooch him once on the lips. “I’ll be in touch. And if Kat’s okay with it, I’m excited to hear what you’re thinking.”

I head out the door for the quiet drive home.

That was the end of things that night, and I didn’t hear from either of them until well into the following week. Kat was gone all weekend, so they couldn’t chat till she got back, then it was just the usual life stuff. We scheduled time to talk tonight, and they’ve just proposed that I come away with them the first weekend in November for a weekend getaway. They were thinking of renting a cottage up north like they do most times this year, but this year they want me to come with them.

“I told Mark I was available,” I respond, “and I’d certainly love the extra time with you. Is there really any question here?” I laugh.

They are both slightly hesitant for some reason. “Well, we’ve already wondered about inviting you,” Kat says. “We wanted to invite you last year, but someone on our end got sick–I don’t remember who–so it didn’t happen. But Mark had a specific thought that we haven’t mentioned yet. Baby?” she says, vocally gesturing for him to say it.

“We’d like you to come regardless, but I had a specific thought after what you shared with me last week. I came across a strange article a while back that talked about using sexual kink to heal trauma, and at the time I thought it was the strangest thing, until I heard you talking last week.

“I told Kat how you said it was almost healing for you to let me be in control and take care of you, and I wondered if you’d want to try making this…. I’m not sure how to say it best. I think in the kink community it’s called like a dominant submissive thing. I read a little bit about it in the article, and I think I could do more research without falling into stuff on the internet that’s too bizarre,” he laughs.

“Just for the weekend, just while we’re away, I wondered if you’d want to try setting up a sort of hierarchy where Kat and I–specifically me–get to take control, and take care of you, and dictate how things will go. Just for the weekend, and just to see if it helps you. We’d tell you what we’re doing, what to wear, what kinds of sexy shenanigans we want with you, and see if we can make it a good weekend for all of us.”

“And like he said, dear,” Kat adds, “we’re offering for you to come regardless. You don’t have to try this, and we’d still love you to vacation with us. Thoughts?”

“Well, I already said I wanted to come, so that part’s taken care of. Um, I don’t know what all you’re intending as far as the kinky stuff, but it wouldn’t be anything painful, right?”

“Um, no, Aly,” Mark says laughing. “That’s kind of the opposite of what I’m intending. I want you to feel safe and protected, and I don’t think I’d even be capable of intentionally harming you.”

Kat chimes in, “Ooh, baby! Tell her about the stoplight thing you read.”

“Oh yeah. I think they’re just called ‘safe words,’ but maybe I’m mixing ideas here. I read about a ‘red,’ ‘yellow,’ ‘green’ thing where you just say one of those words to describe how comfortable you are with something, and ‘yellow’ tells me to be careful but you’re still okay, and ‘red’ says to stop now, regardless of who’s in charge. Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

“Definitely….” I’m still thinking it over.

“We don’t need an answer for sure right now. If you’re coming regardless, we can still do most of the planning and food shopping, etc without knowing about this piece. But I think it’s best to decide before we get there.”

“Mhm,” Kat concurs. “We were thinking of leaving Thursday afternoon for the long weekend and traveling back Sunday. You said you have Friday off, too, right?”

“Yup,” I nod, then realize they can’t see me.

“Okay then. You can get back to us on the submission thing by the beginning of next week then.”

“I think I can get back to you now, if that’s all right,” I say, taking a deep breath. “I’m good with it. I like the stoplight thing, and I trust you guys.”

“Wonderful, darling,” Kat says happily. “I guess it’s a plan then.”

Kat and Mark text me throughout the next week and a half leading up to the trip. What time we’re leaving, where they’re picking me up, do I have any food restrictions or other specific needs… they already know most of this, but apparently the cottage is in the middle of nowhere, so they want to double check before we end up stranded. I tell them no shrimp, and I don’t love peanut butter, but that’s about it.

Then the kicker: Mark texts me to say he’ll be packing a bag for me, and I shouldn’t bring one of my own. “You can tell Kat if you have any requests, but I’ll be packing it.”

Kat asks for my measurements.

“Is he buying me clothes?!”

She doesn’t answer, so I respond with my measurements.

“Thanks, dear,” is all she replies.

Mark texts me the morning of: “Bring any medication or things you need that way in your purse. Make sure you wear your boots and cloak today; it’s supposed to be snowy up there.”

I go through a happy, busy day with school and work, and they pick me up around 2pm. Kat gives me a big hug, bundled in a coat, hat, scarf, and gloves. I wore my cloak because Mark said to, but only loosely. She’s much more sensitive to the cold than most people, and I’m practically impervious.

“Hi, love, I’m so excited you’re coming with us!” she says. “We’ve gotta hit the road though, because it’s a bit of a drive.” I happily climb in the back of their little car, and off we go!

It is quite a drive. Mark does all the driving, and we chat and goof off on the way up. They brought water and snacks, and we take a bathroom/gas/dinner break after a few hours. Mark hasn’t started any sort of dominance stuff yet. I pause before ordering my dinner, wondering if I’m “supposed to,” and he clarifies that we’ll decisively start that, with a specific end time, once we get up to the cottage. After dinner, I can’t help dozing on the luggage in the seat next to me as it gets dark outside.

I yawn sleepily and wake up as the smooth pavement turns to packed snow.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Kat says lightly. “We’re almost there.” It’s very dark, but I can still tell it’s gorgeous out here–very scenic. I hope they’ve planned for some wintry excursions this weekend, because there’s rolling fields of snow all around us.

I’m not quite sure when exactly our road turned into our driveway, but we soon pull up to a cozy cottage, and Mark puts the car in park. We exit from the car, stretching wonderfully, and begin unloading our few bags. Mark unlocks the door and turns on the light inside. It’s a beautiful, simple dwelling, very cozy for our purposes. I do a quick look around, peeking into the kitchen, glancing around the living room, and noticing the single bedroom in the back.

When we set everything down inside, Mark walks over to me. He gently takes my elbows to hold me near him and makes steady eye contact.

“Are you going to let me be in charge this weekend?” he asks seriously.

“Yes, Mark.”

“You’re sure.”

I nod, with a shy smile.

“Then I want your purse and your phone. When I give these back to you Sunday afternoon, our pretending is over, but until then, you’ll do what I say. Do we have a deal?”

I slip my phone into my purse, take a deep breath, and hand them over to him. “We have a deal.”

He kisses my forehead as he takes them from me. Then he smiles. “I want you to help Kat unload the cooler into the fridge.” He turns, taking my purse back to the bedroom. I turn to make myself useful, and Kat rubs my back warmly.

I help her straighten up the kitchen and get it ready for us, when Mark calls from the bedroom. “Come here, Aly.”

I smile awkwardly at Kat, and she smirks. “Guess you’d better go, dear.”

I pop my head into the room and see Mark has unpacked the suitcases and toiletries and is putting the last few things in place. “Come in,” he says casually. It’s casual, but it’s also now an order, not merely an invitation.

I walk over to him.

“Do you like to shower at night? Or in the morning,” he asks.

“Usually morning. Mostly as needed though.”

“Okay. I think we’re already well past Kat’s bedtime now, so I’m thinking to call it a night. I brought some pajamas for you.” He hands me a thin, folded pile of silky clothes. “You can go change in the bathroom.”

I take them, then head to the bathroom. They’re very nice–very silky and soft. I’m touched that he bought them for me. But then again, he told me not to bring anything. I guess he could’ve meant for me to be naked all weekend, and I would’ve just had to try to roll with it, but it’s nice that he at least got me pajamas.

I unlace my boots and start undressing before I put the pj’s on. The top is kind of like a robe the way it wraps and ties, but it’s clearly not intended to even cover the butt. There’s also a pair of shorts with lacy trim, but I’m not honestly sure if they’re supposed to be shorts or just boyshort underwear. Both pieces fit well and relatively modestly, and they’re a lovely shade of baby blue. The shorts are almost skin tight and quite short, but not restrictive, and the robe is shapely but full coverage.

I look in the mirror, pleased, before opening the door.

“Oh good, they fit. I let Kat pick the size for most things. I want you to get ready for bed. We have a toothbrush for you, and you can help yourself to any of Kat’s stuff if you want to wash your face or anything. You can leave the door open this time.”

‘Can’ meaning ‘do it.’ I see the unopened toothbrush and start with that. I’m brushing my teeth when I notice from the corner of my eye that Kat is changing in the bedroom into her own pajamas. I pause, glancing sideways, as she pulls off her bra. Those beautiful breasts…. Darn. She covered them with a shirt. I slowly go back to brushing my teeth.

I mostly just splash my face with water, rub some of the oil off, and call it good. I don’t have much trouble with acne. I’m drying my face when Kat and Mark join me in the bathroom to get themselves ready for bed. Mark has also changed into pajamas.

Mark spits and rinses after brushing his teeth, and turns to me. “I learned from night one with Kat,” he says, “that she likes to be left alone when she’s sleeping. So if we’re having any pre-sleeping fun, once it’s over, it’s over. And I’m not supposed to touch her once she’s actually trying to sleep. That being said, I’m not that way, and I think I’d be very happy to cuddle while I sleep. So you’re going to come to bed with us tonight and let me hold you.” He holds out his hand for me, and I take it shyly.

He walks us over to the bed, turns down the covers, and pulls me on. I climb in, and he follows right behind. He sits slightly up against multiple pillows and pulls me to himself gently. I cozy against him, blushing. Does he know how much I’ve wanted to be held while I fall asleep? He can’t know….

I nuzzle in, and he holds me warmly. I hear Kat run water again in the sink, and we stay there for a few minutes while she finishes her nighttime routine. Then the light snaps off, and Kat crawls into bed on the other side of me. At this, Mark cozies down and moves to spoon me. I comply happily but shyly, and he settles with his arm around me and his face comfortably in my hair.

It takes me a hot sec to calm my spinning thoughts. It’s a wonderful kind of spinning, like a dizzying amount of happiness from being held, but it’s still a lot–a lot at once–because I rarely actually sleep with someone. Kat was the first those several months ago, and till now that was the only time. But Mark’s so very nice to me….

“Go to sleep, Aly,” he whispers softly, just as I’m drifting heavily. I smile….

I wake up slowly, easing into remembering where I am, and whose warm body is around me. Mark doesn’t stir.

Kat is already up, and I can hear her quietly in the kitchen.

I have to pee.

After a little bit, Kat comes in, gently opening the blinds to spill some snow-soft light into the room. Mark stirs, holding me even more tightly against himself. He mumbles sleepily. Kat smiles gently at us, and when she notices I’m fully awake, she sits on her side of the bed.

“Kat,” I whisper quietly. “Does Mark ever wake up horny?” I whisper again.

Kat laughs a little too loudly, and Mark stirs more obviously. I give her a “shush!” look. She tries to whisper more quietly. “Is he a little…?” she asks, demonstrating with her hands.

I blush, nodding.

She grins. “That’s normal, sweetheart. It’s just a thing guys do in the morning. It doesn’t mean he’s having sexy dreams or anything. Although he’s quite often in the mood when he wakes up, too. But he gets those regardless.” She then says more loudly, “Don’t you, baby!”

“That’s probably fair,” he mumbles with a slight chuckle. He stirs, waking up more fully, rubbing his erect penis against my butt. I think it was unintentional at first, but it doesn’t stay that way. “Mmmm…” he hums lowly. “I can get in the mood pretty quickly when I wake up with a beautiful woman in my arms.” He starts to get pretty handsy with me, and I squirm to get away. “Stay still, Aly,” he says firmly.

I blush, remembering I’m supposed to do everything he says this weekend. I try to minimize my squirming, but I can’t help it when he fondles my breast through my silky pajamas. It’s almost tickly with the fabric there.

“You’re so soft,” he says appreciatively, giving me a proper groping. Gosh I like his hands on me. He rubs warmly down to my thighs, before cupping and reaching between my legs.

It feels so nice, it really does, but I have to protest. “Mark,” I say, reaching down to stop his hand.

He stops moving, but he holds me tightly by my sex. “Who’s in charge, Aly,” he whispers warningly.

I shrink, and I pull my hand away from his and stop resisting. He starts moving again. It feels nice, it really does, but– “Mark,” I protest again, but this time I don’t do anything to actually try to stop him.

He takes that as progress. He doesn’t stop rubbing my sex, but he does answer. “What, Aly.”

“I need to pee.”

He doesn’t stop fondling me. “Hold it until I say you can go to the bathroom,” he says gently. Very shortly, he does stop fondling my crotch, which helps a bit. Instead, he grabs my wrist and pulls/rolls me over onto my stomach, pinning me by both wrists near my head. He rolls over me and grinds his cock between my buttcheeks over my shorts.

It’s a very dominating position, and I melt underneath him. “Who’s in charge, Aly,” he asks again.

“You’re in charge, Mark,” I whimper quietly.

He grinds just a moment longer before letting me up. “You can go to the bathroom now. Your medicine’s in the cabinet so you can go ahead and take that while you’re in there.”

I quickly move to get up, blushing furiously when I see Kat leaning in the doorway watching us. I skedaddle to the bathroom to pee. I don’t hear Kat quietly question Mark if he’s able to keep up this persona all weekend.

“Do you think you’ll be able to be consistently firm with her?” she asks, eyebrow raised.

“I think so. I know you’re really the one with drama experience, but I think I can keep up a character for a couple days. It’s mostly just being playfully bossy, and I don’t think she’ll actually challenge my dominance very much. It’s all fun so far.”

I finish in the bathroom, oblivious to all of that.

“Aly,” Mark calls, as I open the bathroom door. He’s sitting up more in bed now. I step out shyly. “Since I let you go to the bathroom before I was finished with you, I want you to finish me topless now.” He gives a hard glance down to my shirt.

I nervously walk back to climb over the bed toward him, give Kat a timid look, and untie my shirt. I open it, my back intentionally to Kat, and slip the silky top off my shoulders. Mark’s gaze falls appreciatively to my full chest. He lifts off the covers, exposing his rigid manhood to me. It still seems huge every time I see it.

“I want you to please me with your mouth, like you do so well.”

I lick my lips nervously, and he takes it suggestively, getting a more lustful look on his face. He smiles, and I bend over.

I take him gently into my mouth, smushing my lips sensually over his head. I make out with his cock, adding some tongue right up the slit, before stretching my jaw open to take him in more fully. I suck heartily, bobbing mostly at the end.

I startle with a squeak when he gropes my breast roughly. Still, what’s rough for him is still gentle compared to Jeff. Jeff left bruises.

“I want you to copy what I’m doing to your breast, with your hand on my balls,” Mark instructs. I suck and smush my lips and tongue over his head, also moving to obey.

Mark cups my breast gently, so that’s how I start–just a gentle hold. He rubs his thumb in little circles, so I do the same. He squeezes, and I copy, progressively tighter, till my breast and his balls squeeze out of our hands. When he wants me to hold from a different position, he shifts how he’s holding my breast. I’m doing my best to copy, while still keeping my mouth busy, but it’s a lot to focus on. He sighs happily, so I must be doing it okay.

After a short while, he releases my breast, and I release his balls. He sweeps my hair up above my head to hold it out of the way for me, then says, “I want you to go deep now. I’ll guide you.” I look at him with assent, and take a deep breath. Seeing that, he pushes me slowly down his huge member, gradually filling up my throat.

“Come straddle me, Aly. It feels a little weird sideways.” He doesn’t release my head, so I have to awkwardly scooch over him, still fully impaled. He lifts up once I’m in position, and I gasp for air. He gives me a few gulping breaths before making eye contact to go down again.

This time he goes quickly, straight in. I choke slightly from the suddenness of it, and he tells me to swallow. God he’s so huge in my throat. I swallow obediently, squeezing my eyes shut, and he pulls up with heavy breathing–mine from lack of air, his from pleasure.

“Deep breath,” he says immediately, before thrusting me back down. He pumps my head several times, deep in my throat, then tells me to swallow again. “Suck,” he says, as he pulls back out to my mouth. “Look at me, Aly.” I do.

He gives me the look that says he’s pushing me down again, and I take a deep breath. He pumps me shallowly, just barely in and out of my throat. That’s the hardest sensation to adjust to. Steadily in, or staying in, isn’t too bad, but in and out makes me almost gag. But it makes him moan.

He gives me another moment to breathe, and I remember to make eye contact. “I want you to try to lick my balls this time,” he says. He looks at me steadily, then pushes me down quickly. Not only does my throat stretch obscenely, but so does my jaw as I try to get deeper onto his base than normal without my teeth scraping him. My nose is pressed against his stomach, and I can just barely squeeze my tongue out to lick his balls. It’s not comfortable by any means.

Mark gently rubs his cock over the outside of my throat–it must be pretty prominent. God… a hand around my throat, trapped in this position, makes me feel incredibly vulnerable. He taps my chin that I’m done licking, then gently pumps me deeply. “Swallow,” he says again, this time a bit labored.

Right as I do, he pulls out, which is the weirdest sensation for me but apparently pretty wonderful for him. I taste something salty on my tongue, and he tells me to finish him off. “Use your hands now, too,” he says. I stay mostly on his head, sucking fervently with wide tongue action, while stroking one hand on his shaft and squeezing the other up his balls.

“Look at me,” he says with effort, and as soon as my blue eyes lock with his, he spurts in my mouth with a quiet grunt. He still holds my hair out of the way and cums again. He forces himself to breathe steadily, holding eye contact with his face awash with pleasure. His semen tastes weird sitting on my tongue, and it’s an even weirder texture. He cums again and again, in little stringy spurts, until his orgasm finishes and he stops spasming in my mouth. He pulls out, softer, and tilts my chin up toward him. “Swallow,” he says, still holding eye contact. I do–slimy and mentally distasteful though it is.

He caresses my face sweetly, from my hair down to my cheek, then pulls me up for a kiss. “Good girl,” he says happily.

He then sits up, tucking himself back into his pants, hands me my top to put back on, and motions for me to follow him out of the bedroom. Kat is making breakfast.

Mark greets his wife with a warm peck on the lips, and asks how he can be helpful. “Aly, wash your hands and help out,” he adds. Kat made pancakes and eggs, and everything is looking fantastic as we finish getting it ready to put on the table.

We sit down with a lovely little spread, and Kat serves her plate before passing stuff to Mark. Mark serves himself… and me. Okay. “Aly already got a jumpstart on her breakfast,” he says wickedly. No, Mark, don’t go there. “Why don’t you tell Kat what I served you.”

I feel my cheeks turning a flaming red, and Kat looks at me unsuspectingly. I don’t want to say it so crudely. Mark pauses, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Aly…?” he prompts with just a hint of warning.

“Cum,” I whisper, mortified.

Kat laughs lightly, with a tone I didn’t expect. I look up, confused. Then she explains, “Sometimes on Saturdays we’ll be lounging in bed and I’ll be thinking through what to make us for breakfast, and he thinks it’s the funniest thing to offer to make me something in bed, and I get all excited thinking my sweet husband’s making me breakfast in bed, and then he suggests THAT. And I’m like, ‘Baby, that’s not breakfast,’ but he thinks it’s hysterical.” Mark grins at her cheekily. “It’s a good thing you’re cute,” Kat says, giving him a quick kiss.

Mark grins, and we dig in to ACTUAL breakfast. It’s quite delicious, and Mark is thoughtful enough to offer me seconds. I feel pleasantly stuffed when Mark assigns me to help clean up.

We mozy to the living room after breakfast so Kat and Mark can start talking about the day. “Come sit on my lap, Aly,” Mark says cheerfully. He wraps his arms around me as I settle sideways against him.

“Do you plan on sharing her this weekend?” Kat asks suggestively.

Mark looks at me, thinking. “I suppose. Would you like me to share you?” he asks me, grinning.

I’m not sure how to answer that, so I look at him confused, stuttering slightly. “I don’t–well–I–”

“Let me rephrase,” he says mischievously. “Look at my wife’s chest and tell her how badly you want to suck her tits while we’re here this weekend.”

Gosh he’s a devil. I look at Kat–specifically her chest–before answering. Just thinking about it makes me flush. I give Mark an evil side glance before locking eyes with Kat mischievously. “I want to suck your tits so bad, baby,” I say, with fake porno lust, “…more than I wanted to suck Mark’s cock.”

“Aly!” Mark exclaims with mock affront. “I don’t think I want you on my lap anymore. You can go sit with Kat,” he says, pushing me up. Kat is laughing hysterically.

“She got you there, darling,” Kat says through her laughter, welcoming me affectionately. She snuggles me next to her and kisses my cheek nicely.

“I’m going to have to think of a proper punishment for that comment,” Mark says, musing. I don’t feel too afraid, but I don’t have a clue what he’s going to come up with as ‘punishment.’

Anyway, they get down to talking about the day. There’s not a ton to do around here, honestly, which is kind of the point. There’s an old TV, a few board games and puzzles, lots of beautiful scenery, and that’s about it. It’s moreso a place to get away and just relax without having to do anything at all. Kat suggests we go for a walk in the snow before lunch.

My face lights up, and Mark, seeing that, smiles kindly at me before answering Kat. “That sounds like a great idea, Katie. Do you wanna go get bundled up?” She moves to get up, and Mark says to me, “You’ll be warm enough in just your cloak, right, Aly?”

“Mhm. It’s pretty toasty.”

“Good, because that’s your punishment. You’re going to wear JUST your cloak. And boots,” he modifies at the end. He smirks at me, and I stare at him agape. I did not see that bit of mischief coming.

“Outside,” I clarify. “Without clothes.”

Mark laughs, standing. “I’m going to go get dressed. You go ahead and get ready, too… although I doubt it’ll take you long.” He grins, heading back to the bedroom.

I’m not ‘scared,’ so in that sense I was right, but I’ll be watching my tongue a bit more moving forward. Punishment: effective.

I don’t hear Mark tell Kat what he dictated, so maybe Mark and I will be the only ones to know. I quickly put boots on and change out of my pajamas to wrap up in my cloak before Kat comes out. I sit on the couch blushing until they’re ready to go.

They come out, dressed with boots on, and Kat especially starts bundling up. “That was fast,” she comments, seeing me already ready. I guess it didn’t cross her mind that I had no access to the clothes in the bedroom, because she doesn’t seem suspicious at all. I say nothing but smile awkwardly. She doesn’t notice that, either.

We step out the front door, and I am very, VERY careful to keep myself wrapped up.

Gosh, it’s beautiful outside. The snow stretches around for miles, dotted with trees and slight hills, pristine and glinting, untouched. It’s not crazy deep, but it’s a solid blanket–good for boots, but not needing snowshoes or anything.

Keeping my blanket tucked around me, I run into the front yard with delight. The snow crunches wonderfully under my boots, and I spin, grinning back at my friends. “You coming?” I call, giddy. I run off in a big circle to make giant leaping footprints before almost tackling back into them as they walk around like normal adults. Kat then laughs with me.

I’m having so much fun as we walk, that I pretty much forget about being naked under my cloak. Oh, I’m careful to stay wrapped up, but the awkwardness is totally gone in the face of such a winter wonderland. I do calm down a bit, until I run ahead to a wide flat area to make a footprint design in the snow. It’s a heart with a smiley face in the center. I had to carefully jump to get the eyes and mouth done without messing up the rest of the heart. I stand proudly next to my work as Kat and Mark catch up at a reasonable pace.

“Ohhh, she made a heart!” Kat gushes to Mark.

“Good work, Aly,” he affirms, smiling casually.

I beam.

Then I walk quietly beside them for a while.

“Kat?” I ask, smiling eagerly but sheepishly.

“Mm?”

“Can I hold your hand?”

She smiles, offering it to me. “But I’m not running after you, so you gotta stay settled down if you want me to hold your hand.”

I rummage my way out of my cloak to the side to get my hand free. It’s a full cloak, full circle fabric, so I can get my hands out without revealing myself if I have to. I also stay warmer that way.

We walk quietly, and I feel bubbly warm inside. I’m holding my Kat’s hand. It’s a beautiful winter day. What more could I want?

Kat starts to shiver on our way back, despite having bundled twice as much as Mark or me.

“Aly, why don’t you share your cloak with her,” Mark instructs, covering a smirk. Oh no, he thinks he got me, but he doesn’t understand the wonderfulness–the wonderful fullness–of cloaks. When Kat’s not quite looking, I carefully sneak my cloak around her, keeping myself covered. There’s so much fabric, that as long as she doesn’t specifically lift the front and look down, she’ll be none the wiser.

Mark says nothing, too impressed to push me further.

We get back to the cottage, and Kat excitedly asks to make snow angels in the front lawn that we’ll be able to see from the windows. Oh no. That’s not gonna happen.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Mark says, grinning sideways at me.

He walks over, positions himself, and flops in the snow. He swishes, smiling happily, and Kat helps him stand up. Then they trade places. When Kat is standing again, brushing the snow off her back and shoulders, she looks at me expectantly.

“Come on, Aly! We want you to join our little family of snow angels!”

I look at Mark, and he looks at me with intense eye contact. “Do it, Aly,” he says with a dare.

I hesitate. He wants to dare me? Fine. I stare him dead in the eye, walk over, and twirl my cloak off to hand it to him. Stepping naked past a jaw-dropped Kat, I flop in the snow spread eagle. I take a deep breath, relishing the intensely icy sensation on my bare skin, and swish, both arms and legs. It sends snow right up my sex, and that’s finally what pushes it from bearable, given my adrenaline, to bone-chillingly cold.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing, Aly!!?” Kat exclaims. I shiver uncontrollably on the ground.

“Jus-s-t f-f-following ins-s-structions-s-s,” I whisper breathily.

Kat straight up punches Mark in the shoulder (granted, it was softened by the coats and gloves, etc.) and says, “Get her up right now! She’s going to catch pneumonia because of your stupid instructions. GOD, Mark!”

Mark dashes over to me, almost in shock and concern. I don’t know what he expected to happen. Maybe I would resist, he would push, I would resist, and he’d graciously relent? Whatever he was thinking–or, frankly, wasn’t–he has realized his mistake. He quickly pulls me up, wraps me back in my cloak, and rushes me inside.

“Goddd, baby…!” Kat mutters, following us inside. They bang off boots, etc. at the front door, and Mark plops me in a chair from the kitchen while he takes off my boots. I sit there, shivering painfully.

“You try to warm the poor dear up while I start us some soup. I don’t know what in heaven’s name you were thinking, and I’m blaming this entirely on you if she catches cold.” Kat is actually peeved at him.

Mark absorbs her disapproval well. He shrugs off his coat and gloves, stripping down to a T-shirt and sweatpants, and lifts me to the couch. He quickly unwraps me, sits, and puts me on his lap before wrapping a snuggly blanket around both of us. I shiver, pressing every inch of my skin that I can into him. My entire body is literally pink from the cold. That’s actually good, I suppose. Pink means blood flow, so I should be fine in a bit.

I curl into Mark, and he rubs my arms and legs rapidly to try to warm me up. He kisses my cheek softly. “Are you okay, sweetie?” he whispers faintly.

I turn, kissing him fully on the lips passionately. “I consider myself–” more kissing “–quite punished. I’ll be fine.”

He holds me tenderly to himself in a deep kiss–his rubbing becoming more of a warm caressing now. He adds some deep tongue, frenching me solidly, and it adds a bit of inner heat that I hope will soon spread to my surface.

Breaking from the kiss only briefly, Mark sets me to the side, laying himself fully on top of me, the blanket still around us both. Oh that’s so warm…. He resumes kissing me deeply, but honestly, I think he’s mostly trying to apologize and rectify his mistake, because he doesn’t push things further at all. He’s not even really getting hard.

I hear Kat chuckle from the kitchen. I break from the kissing to look over at her. “You’re far sweeter to that man than I would be in your shoes. If he pushed me naked into the snow, he wouldn’t get any loving for a week till I forgave him.” She’s stirring the soup on the stove now.

I look back at Mark. “I don’t–” kiss “–have a choice, now do I.” I’m talking to Kat, but smiling at Mark in a way that says I would still choose him even if it were up to me. Then to him I say quietly, “I don’t mind the cold nearly as much as she does. I’ll be fine. And that means, I can still trust you.” I give him a sweet peck. He grins, then settles in for more sweet kissing.

Many minutes of heavy kissing later, Kat interrupts us by clearing her throat. Mark looks back over his shoulder, and Kat says, “Soup’s ready!”

Mark looks back at me as he pushes off. I immediately dislike the removal of his warmth, but he wraps me up in the blanket to compensate. “You can stay wrapped up for lunch,” he says quietly.

He walks me to the table with his hand on my back, and Kat serves us three bowls of soup to leave the rest simmering on the stove. Mmmm… it’s delicious–a very hearty chicken and vegetable soup.

“The soup is wonderful,” I say, praising Kat. “Thank you for lunch.”

“You’re welcome, dear. I hope it’s warming you up?”

“Mhm! I feel great now–and most definitely awake.” I tilt the bowl to my lips to drink the broth.

“The soup is great, love,” Mark agrees. “Would you like Aly to show you how much we appreciate your efforts after lunch?”

“Oh?” Kat says, resting her chin on her folded hands, elbows on the table. She looks at me intently, then looks at Mark, the real person her question addressed.

“Aly, come give my wife a kiss to thank her for making such a nice lunch.”

Kat smirks at me as I get up and walk around the table to her. She welcomes me to her as I bend over for a sexy kiss. I hope Mark lets me thank her more later.

I pull back with regret, brushing her cheek gently. He said “a kiss,” which doesn’t mean a heavy, handsy make out, unfortunately.

“Aly,” Mark starts again. I look at him, wishing I could do more with Kat. “After lunch I want you to follow Kat to the bedroom and please her however she tells you to. You service her however she wants, but no one and nothing touches your pussy, understand?” I nod. “You good with that, love?” Mark asks his wife.

Kat grins up at me. “In that case I think I’m done lunch,” she giggles. “Can you take care of the kitchen, baby?” She stands, holding eye contact with me.

“Of course. You two have fun,” he says, as Kat takes me by the hand back to the bedroom.

I follow her excitedly, still wrapped in my blanket. She closes the door gently, then abruptly spins to me. “I was beginning to feel left out,” she says, sneaking her hands inside the top of my wrapped blanket. She smoothes it off my shoulders, rubbing my bare skin warmly as she goes.

She pauses to take her own shirt off. The second those enormous breasts come into view, I melt into heat. I think I’m kind of supposed to wait for her to dictate what she wants, but I hope with everything in me, that includes my face and hands on her chest. How about MY entire hand up HER pussy….

She steps close to me once again, curving her body against me, toying with the flaps of my blanket. “Let me see you, sweetheart,” she says–her first instruction. I let go of the blanket, leaving it in her hands.

She pulls it open slowly–breasts, torso, crotch, hips–till it falls to the floor. I feel the familiar flutter of anxiety, but my heat helps tone that down.

“Gosh you’re so beautiful…” she murmurs, wandering her eyes. She flicks from my breasts to my face, then says, “lie down on the bed for me.”

I move to crawl to the center-ish of the bed, and she playfully slaps my butt. Oh dear. She’s in THAT kind of mood. I’ve seen how she gets with Mark sometimes.

As soon as I’m settled on my back, she climbs over me to straddle me tightly. She caresses my waist, which almost turns to pinching and tickling. Without thinking, I grab her wrists to wrestle with her to stop.

“Hey!” I protest. I don’t like being messed with, as a general rule.

“‘Hey’ yourself, girlfriend!” she wrestles back. “Who’s in charge here?”

I freeze with a grumbling sigh.

“You’re supposed to do whatever I want in here, as long as I steer clear of down there. Hm?”

I pout my displeasure, but then I slowly release her hands.

She resumes caressing my torso. “Good girl,” Kat coos. “I want your hands above your head on the bed till I say you’re done.”

I slightly glare but move my hands up to flop above my head. Immediately, she presses firmly up my torso to squeeze my breasts up. I knew she was in the mood to play.

And play she does. She squishes and jiggles my breasts with glee, feeling especially entitled because I’m supposed to just let it happen this time. She likes to jiggle and flop them around, tugging and shaking my nipples in the process. Her mischievous hands have their way and I just swallow my distaste. It’s not physically unpleasant, unless she’s really going for jiggling, but I find it slightly embarrassing and not at all erotic.

Eventually, she presses up my sides to my breasts to swish them back and forth. She scoots further down on my body to bury her face between my breasts, continuing the swishing. She giggles and starts licking in my cleavage. She then smushes both breasts entirely around her face, laughing. No matter my distaste for the act in general, she is cute when she’s enjoying herself like this.

She pulls out to give me some firm groping, before bending again to nibble on my nipple. I bite my tongue from the abrupt stimulation. She then takes me fully into her mouth for some nice sucking and tongue swirls. Just when I’m starting to relax and enjoy it, she gives me a sharp little nip.

“Ah!” I jerk underneath her. It wasn’t quite painful, just unpleasantly unexpected. She laughs around my boob.

She does the same thing two more times: lots of gentle, pleasant attention, then a little bite when I least expect it. After the third time, I whine, “Kat!” I’m feeling incredibly ramped up and sexually frustrated. I pant frustratedly, trying to hold my position like she told me to.

Finally, she stops ‘playing’ and licks some sensual kisses up my neck. She makes her way to my face, just a breath apart from each other, and I see her eyelids hooded with lust. She giggles happily, grinding against my helpless body. God I want to take her.

Kat whispers, tangling her fingers in my hair, “I want you to make love to me–as wonderfully and skillfully as you know how.” She pulls my hands from their designated position to place them on her waist, then rolls us over so she’s on the bottom. I have an immediate impulse to grind against her thigh, but this is about her, not me, and that would probably be breaking Mark’s rule. Reign it in, Aly….

If she wants love making, I’ll start things slow with some heavy kissing. I press down and instantly feel my lips melt into hers. Mark had commented that my lips were like powdered sugar set on fire, and this time, I’m trying to quell the flames to embers to focus mostly on the sugar.

I kiss her gently, and sweetly, and wetly, with constant light touch, instead of my normal fiery consumption. I lick her bottom lip and dance our tongues together gently, then close my lips again for more sensual kissing.

I trail my fingernails softly against her face–gentle, tracing touches from her temples down to her neck. She seems a little sensitive right below her ear, so I spend some gentle time there, loving the slight squirm her body makes as she breathes and reacts in pleasure. I want her to lose herself in it quietly.

Eventually, I pause the kissing, my lips still lightly joined to hers. I pull away, feeling the slight lingering as our skin parts. “Can I undress you?” I whisper softly, still trailing my fingertips on her cheeks. Her eyes are closed, and she breathes deeply.

“Yes, dear.”

I sit up from her slowly, trying to replace the warmth and pressure of my body with wide, warm caresses with my hands. I slowly recenter my wanderings to slide around her back and undo her bra. I peel it off slowly and gently, already mentally moving ahead so I don’t get too hot from the sight of her naked chest. I lift her hips gently to unzip her skirt and pull that, and her underwear, down her legs till she can comfortably kick them off. I slowly look her over from her legs, to the dark patch of hair in the center of her smooth hips and thighs, to the hardening nipples on her chest, to her beautiful, beautiful face. Our eyes meet.

“I love you so much, darling,” I whisper, trailing my fingers once again on her face. She smiles softly, but her eyes are fully sparkling.

“Show me,” she whispers.

I cup her cheek to guide her into a tender kiss. We lock for a heavenly moment, and I gently trail my hand down her body. She shivers slightly as I move down her neck and chest. I gently cup and caress her large breast, with the faintest brushes of my fingertips over her nipple. I swirl more firmly around her areola, then lightly tug the large bud before rubbing gently overtop. She softly moans into my kiss, her body pushing up for more.

I hold her breast gently, rubbing my thumb in gentle circles over her nipple, as I break the kiss. Even from this light stimulation, her breath is catching, causing her to softly pant beneath me. I bend down to plant a very wet suck on the nipple and then resume like before: staring quietly into her eyes while my thumb rubs circles on her now wet nipple. I can feel it getting more plump from my attention and her arousal. I grin, tugging gently, and she moans softly, still maintaining eye contact.

God she’s so sensitive. Even the gentle tweaking makes her breath catch, or makes her moan softly, and it’s such a beautifully quiet, intimate moment.

When I see in her eyes that she’s starting to lose herself to the sensations and her own desire, I move into the next phase. I give her a soft grin to say I’m moving forward, then trail little kisses down her body, mirroring side to side.

I kiss my way down to her breast, then divert to her cleavage, going around the soft mound. I do the same to the other side. From there, I lick and smush my lips up onto her breast, gently making out with her soft flesh. It’s not till a good while later that I finally latch onto her nipple.

At first, I simply hold my position with faint sucking. She moans softly and beautifully, but I wait until she pulls my head deeply into her breast, begging me for more, before I press things forward.

I lick widely and firmly right over her nipple in my mouth and suck fervently, letting out a small groan of my own. I swirl my tongue and nip gently with my teeth over that wonderfully large knob in my mouth.

Since I have her solidly attached to my mouth, my hand is now free to wander and caress once more. She has a really sensitive spot right in the crook of her waist, so I spend some time happily massaging her warm curve as I give her my mouth’s most skillful attention.

I move down from her waist, and she mews softly, spreading her legs. I was just heading to her butt, but she’s squirming herself open, wanting more. I hold her firmly against me by her butt and outer hip, but I do eventually move down between her legs. Right as I first make contact with her sex, I slide my teeth off the end of her nipple where she’s most sensitive, and she cries out in pleasure. God, she’s so wet already….

I lick widely over her nipple in a steady rhythm as I shift my attention to her sex. She’s so wet that there’s no resistance whatsoever as I slip two fingers inside and curl gently.

“Ohhhhh…!” she groans, subconsciously grinding into my touch. Her sexy body squirming underneath me inflames me, and it’s all I can do to keep myself contained. I suck harshly on her nipple and fuck her deeply with my two fingers. She takes my intrusion so naturally that it’s almost like she’s trying to suck my hand inside. I switch to three, then four fingers, as her pussy clenches wetly around my hand.

I then settle in for some deep, curling pumps with my hand and refocus on her breasts. I reposition next to her so I can give the other side some attention, building her up much more quickly over here. When I feel like all three zones are at peak arousal, I add my thumb to her clit and my other hand softly to her neck, giving her extra attention below her ear where she was so sensitive before.

“God… Aly…!” she moans. Oh she’s so incredible. I fuck her gently, but also firmly and deeply, as she grinds herself against my hand. I start centering more directly over her clit, still tingling her neck and face with the backs of my fingernails. She whimpers and rolls her hips into my hand for added stimulation. I latch my mouth once again to her breast and give her as close to full body stimulation as I can. I press in, all four zones, building and building, especially with my lower hand, until I feel her clench and spasm around my hand.

Her whole body rolls with a wave of pleasure as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. I feel her spasm and throb around my hand as she throws her head back onto the bed. “Oh! Oh god…!” She arches her back, writhing through the first wave of climax.

As soon as I feel her pulse the first time, the orgasm starting to dwindle, I back off with my hand at her clit and only rub gently in her pussy. Before she’s really cooled down though, I scrape my teeth sharply over her nipple in a way that I know can give her an orgasm all by itself when she’s properly worked up. Now though, it merely re-inflames and intensifies her current one.

She thrusts her chest into my face as I stimulate her breast, crying out and gasping. She clenches her hands into fists by her head, her beautiful little face pinched with continuing pleasure, and her lower body shudders. I lick and suck and scrape with my teeth as she cries in pleasure.

Right as that flame is starting to dwindle, I back off to more gentle sucking, but move my hand at her neck down to her other nipple to stimulate roughly with my fingers. I pinch and twist sharply, squeezing up her breast and flicking my thumb roughly overtop.

“Ahh!”she wails, overcome as the pleasure spikes again with no break. “Aly! Oh! God, you– Eeeee…! Oh stars, bab– Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh….”

Her whole body trembles as she cries out incoherently with orgasm. This time, I finally let her ride it out and down. Her cries dwindle to a low moan, and she gasps breathlessly, sweaty and spent on the bed beside me. She flinches as I gently remove my hand from her pussy and stop all but casual caressing for some emotional bonding.

I give her a full body gentle massage, from her torso, down her legs, to her feet… back up to her hips and waist… over her breasts without stimulating her nubs… down her arm and up her neck simultaneously….

When I come to her wrist, she tangles her fingers with mine to hold my hand. She still hasn’t opened her eyes, but her gasping has cooled to quiet panting, and her shudders are now only slight trembles. I cradle her head gently with my hand at her neck, and tilt her toward me for a sweet, soft kiss.

I mold my lips gently to hers, pushing and teasing hers into responsiveness as she resettles mentally post-orgasm. When she finally responds and kisses me passionately back, I slow to a halt before pulling away.

Now she looks at me.

“Did I do okay?” I ask. I was supposed to service and please her to the best of my ability, and I want her approval more than anything.

She looks at me nervously awaiting her response, and her face melts with softness. “Oh darling, you always do a good job, but that was… out of this world–entirely heavenly. You did so much more than ‘okay.'”

She looks like she’s moving to sit up but then flops back onto the bed with a sigh. “Sweetheart, I need to talk to Mark, but unfortunately I don’t seem able to move,” she laughs lightly. Then in her authoritative voice she says, “I want you to wrap back up in your blanket and deliver a message to Mark, then sit on the couch and wait for us. Go tell him, ‘Kat needs to talk to you.'” She closes her eyes again, and I am dismissed.

I move to do as she says. I wrap up in the fuzzy yellow blanket and quietly go find Mark relaxing on the couch. He perks up when I enter.

“Kat needs to talk to you,” I say obediently.

He pushes up from the couch and looks me steadily in the eye. “Did you do as you were told?”

“Yes, Mark,” I say meekly.

“Good girl.” He brushes my cheek gently on his way past.

I sit on the couch like Kat told me to, wondering what she needed to say to Mark privately. I know it’ll probably take her a few minutes to recover and make her way out here, so I try not to be anxious as the minutes tick by. She said I did a good job.

Eventually, Kat and Mark come out from the bedroom. Kat has wrapped herself up in a robe and is hooked all snuggly around Mark’s arm. She grins at him until she sees me, and then she beams.

“Aly,” Mark says happily, “Kat says you did a very good job. She wants to give you a reward for being so good. Does that sound nice?”

“Yes, Mark.” I’m sure that’s the response he wants, even though they haven’t told me what the reward is yet.

“Good. She wants to play dress up with you and doll you up like a princess for the afternoon. I told her yes… as long as you’re a sexy princess. I want you to go with her and have a good time being pampered then come out and show me once you’re all dressed up.” He reaches for my hand and passes me off to Kat. Kat kisses Mark’s cheek and leads me back to the bedroom.

“You can sit there for a moment,”she says, gesturing to the bed. I sit, and she rummages through her suitcase to get some supplies. “Sweetheart, I’m going to let you choose. I could do a pink look, which is more princess-y, or I could do a red look, which would be more sexy. Which would you like.”

“Mark wants me to look sexy, right?” I ask, wanting to make him happy.

“Yes, but you’ll look plenty sexy, regardless, in the outfit he has for you. It’s up to you.”

“Let’s go red,” I say, blushing slightly for my unspoken reason. There’s a shy part of me that wants to make myself as desirable–as tempting and usable–to them as possible. I don’t tell Kat that I want to be their sexy plaything.

Kat pulls out a few things and a makeup bag, then looks at me, thinking. “I think I’m going to paint your nails first so they can dry while I do your hair. Stay here one second.”

She returns a moment later with a chair and sits in front of me. She picks up my ankle to rest my foot on her lap and opens a shimmery red polish. “I’m going to make you… very beautiful,” she says, “so you just relax.” I lean back on my elbows as the first cold stroke touches my nail, smiling happily. Kat always looks so beautiful and dolled up; if she can make me half as pretty as she makes herself, it’ll be a wonderful reward indeed.

I watch her while she works. She’s concentrating but lightheartedly enjoying herself. “Don’t bump this one now,” she warns, setting that foot down. She taps my other ankle for me to lift my foot onto her lap. I admire the pretty polish on my finished foot.

When she finishes all ten toes, she pauses. “Normally I’d do your hands on the table, but I don’t want Mark to see anything till you’re all done.” She props her foot on the side of the bed frame so her knee is raised and pulls my hand to rest on her knee. “This’ll work,” she says.

It’s just my still hand on her bare knee, but any touch with her, sexual or not, makes my chest flutter. Again, I feel the cold touch of the polish.

When she’s done both hands, she does a quality check on all twenty nails together. “Beautiful,” she says proudly.

“I’m going to do your hair next, but I don’t want you holding the blanket and messing up your nails. Sorry sweetheart.” She pulls it gently off my shoulders and pulls me naked to the bathroom. She brings in the chair and sits me facing the mirror.

She looks at me, tilts my head a little, thinking of what to do. “You have such beautiful natural curls; I want to leave those. Maybe just tame them a bit.” She starts to tease out distinct curls to detangle and defrizz me just a bit. “Mark might not like it if I put much product in. He likes the feel of soft hair.”

She begins putting my hair up in a loose bun. She teases out many curls as she goes to let some strands dangle gracefully. She pins things in place as she goes, occasionally tilting my head or looking in the mirror to see how it’s framing my face. I love the tingling I feel as she works with my hair.

Taking some extra pins out of her mouth, she says, “One sec,” and goes back to the bedroom. She comes back with a large, red, sparkly hair flower and clips it in by the bun. “What do you think, love!” she says proudly.

I turn, looking intently in the mirror. “If I knew how to do this, I might actually bother doing my hair on a regular basis. You’re so good at this,” I say, admiring.

Kat kisses my cheek happily. “Then I think it’s time for your makeup.”

This part’s a bit rough. While I adore her touch and attention and the fact that she’s using her beautification skills on me, I flinch like crazy, especially with anything near my eyes.

Kat doesn’t seem to mind though. Occasionally she kind of laughs. “Relax sweetheart. You’re so flinch-y. I’m not gonna stab you in the eye if you just hold still.”

Finally, she’s done everything except the lips. I can feel her breath on my face as she whispers, “I know I just said I was going to doll you up, but if I do this any later, it’ll mess up your look.” I open my eyes just in time to see her press in for a deep kiss. God I melt. It’s not just a kiss, either. It’s a passionate, probing, tongue-tied, caress-my-body kind of kiss.

I whine sadly when she finally pulls away. “Thank you for earlier,” she whispers in my ear. “Now open,” she says, back to her gentle authority. I open my lips, and she adds the final touch. I press my lips together, blending the lipstick in place.

“What do you think, sweetheart,” Kat asks, looking toward the mirror. She did me just like she often does herself, but it does look different on me. Her look normally centers on her beautiful doe eyes, but mine centers on my full lips–I guess just the way our features are naturally emphasized.

“You did an amazing job,” I praise.

“Oh goodie, I’m glad you like it. Now I get to get you dressed! This should be fun.” I have a hint of suspicion by how she says it.

She pulls me into the bedroom again and fishes in the top drawer of the dresser for some panties–deep red, lacy. I reach for them to put them on, but she snatches them away.

“You think I’m giving up the opportunity to touch your sexy body? Let me do it.” Okay Kat. I grin.

She bends down by my feet, and I lightly balance myself on her shoulder as she lifts each leg. She slides the underwear up my body, licking teasingly part way up, till they’re on and in place. She rubs my butt warmly. It’s a very sexy piece of underwear–pushing the boundary from cheeky to thong.

Kat continues rubbing my butt warmly, holding my hips tightly against her and smiling lustfully. Then she says, “I want you to stand facing the window with your eyes closed.” She gives my ass a tight squeeze, then releases. I move to obey, a little breathless.

I hear her open and close a drawer, then sense her behind me. “Lift your arms above your head,” she commands quietly.

Unusual, but I oblige. I feel her wrap something stiff around my torso, squeezing me just a bit.

“That doesn’t feel like a bra…” I say.

“It’s not, but you can open your eyes now if you want.”

I look down to see her trying to fasten clasps of a corset around my stomach. She’s pressed right behind me to look over my shoulder. She hooks the first couple pieces, then reaches inside to adjust my body (my belly fat) and adjust a flap in the back. Then she continues hooking the front. When it’s mostly fastened, she again reaches inside to lift my breasts high and up. It’s an overbust corset, hence the lack of bra, but it’s by no means a conservative neckline. My chest is stacked high and plump with intense cleavage. She reaches behind me and pulls the laces snug. Again, she adjusts the flap in the back.

“How’s that feel, love,” she asks. “Anything pinching or bunched weirdly?”

“Um, no,” I say, looking down. It’s actually pretty comfy.

“Good. Then it’s time to cinch ya!” she says, yanking the laces tighter.

I jolt back, not expecting her to tug so hard.

“Brace yourself, dear,” she says. She moves to pull the top and bottom tight and tug the tightness all the way through to the middle. Now it feels more like what I pictured a corset would feel like. Gosh. I run my hand on my stomach and feel the tight smoothness. No squish there! She tugs repeatedly, squeezing me more and more tightly.

“If you go much tighter, I’m not gonna be able to breathe,” I warn.

“I think we’re just about… done,” she says, giving one final pull before tying me off. She turns my hips so I’m facing her. “Let me see you, dear,” she says, stepping back.

She looks me over, almost breathless. “Stars, darling… you are absolutely one sexy princess. Go look in the mirror.”

I feel my back straight and supported by the corset, which gives me extra confidence as I walk to look at myself. Oh my gosh… I actually look… gorgeous. It’s a soft pink corset dress with satin fabric squeezing tight around my curves and flaring softly just past my butt. It’s certainly not something I’d wear in public by itself, but I do think it’s a dress, not just a top. There’s little white lacy detailing on the hem, the bustline, and flatteringly over my hips. Wow. I actually have hips. A few red accent roses dot the breasts and skirt as well.

My butt stands out nicely, and I have to say that’s the only thing I have going for me in comparison to Kat. I doubt her proportions would be remotely suited to most corsets. Then again, this fits so phenomenally that I wouldn’t be surprised if it was custom made to my measurements. I actually have a tiny waist now, and beautiful, blossoming breasts. The hair, nails, and makeup really just finish off the look. I look incredible.

“Hey! No no no, this is happy, not tears, darling,” Kat says, noticing my eyes getting watery. She hugs me with giddy enthusiasm, then grabs me a tissue to dab the moisture away from my pretty makeup. “You look fantastic, and I want you to proudly go show yourself to Mark. Ooh, one thing first. Turn… that’s it….” She lifts up the back skirt to show my sexy ass with the lacy red underwear. She pats my rump playfully. “Ooh, he’s gonna love that, baby! God you look amazing…. Now go!” And she pushes me out to the living room.

Her rush, her enthusiasm, and the sudden movement jolts me out of my teary gratitude. Fun. Kat wants this to be fun. Okay.

I compose myself, still a bit shy, as I walk into the living room, where Mark has been reading for quite some time by himself. “Dat-dat-daaaa!” Kat proudly vocalizes, pulling his attention.

“WOW.” His eyes go big. He takes a shaky breath. “I mean, I liked it when I picked it out, but I had no idea you’d look like such an absolute bombshell. Come here and spin slowly for me.”

I walk over, aware of all my curves exaggerated on display for him. I stand in front of him and spin slowly like he said. Kat joins him on the couch.

When I’m all the way around, I hear a soft slap, and Kat reprimands Mark. “Baby! Stop it. We spent a long time getting her ready; I want you to take in the full look before getting grabby. You have to appreciate all the work we did.”

I turn, looking at Mark shyly. I’m still ‘his’ this weekend, and it looks like if Kat wasn’t here he’d be all over me by now. I feel flattered, and I blush.

“I can’t appreciate her with my hands?” he asks cheekily to his wife.

“No. Not till you see everything with your eyes first and tell her how amazing she looks.”

He smiles, looking deeply into Kat’s eyes. “Do I at least get to take a closer look?” He gives her a smooch.

“Yes, that’s fine.”

I stand in front of him, holding my hands shyly in front of me. My elbows no longer rest against the sides of my waist because it’s so cinched, and that makes me feel incredibly sexy.

Mark beckons with one finger. I step closer. “Bend toward me and close your eyes so I can see what Kat did with your makeup.” I oblige, smiling subtly, then blush because my breasts are almost literally spilling out over the top of my corset. I’m sure he’s appreciating that view, too, not just my painted eyelids.

“You’re so skilled, baby,” he says, giving Kat another smooch. Then to me, “Your hair looks gorgeous, Aly. Do you like it?”

I stand up straight, smiling. “I do.”

“And did you enjoy your pampering?”

“I did. Very much.” I smile at Kat, my eyes sparkling.

“Oh, your nails match your lipstick,” Mark notices. “That’s a nice touch.”

“And they both match the flower in her hair, and the flowers on the corset,” Kat adds proudly.

“I see,” Mark says, looking at all four pieces to compare. “Twirl again slowly for me, Aly.”

I do, a bit giddy. When I’m directly facing away from him he tells me to stop. “How far can you bend in that dress?”

I try to demonstrate, but the corset’s incredibly stiff. “I’m sorry, Mark,” I squeak out, gasping, “This is about all I’ve got.”

“Just bend as much as you can without hurting yourself. Good… now stay there.”

I’m bent about halfway down, but that’s it. Why does he care if I can move in this thing? Breathing’s the bigger problem.

Oh…. I blush furiously. It’s such a short dress; I bet he just wanted to see my butt.

I hear light wrestling behind me. “Baby, stop!” Kat laughs. “Her reward was getting to look like a princess this afternoon. It’s barely been five minutes since she’s been all dressed up!”

“Katie,” he says, giving her a smooch. “You’re really gonna look at that ass and say you don’t want to touch her either?” I start to stand up to cover myself again, but he sharply tells me to stay down. “Aly, stay there while we discuss this.”

A tad humiliating, but I can obey.

“Actually, go ahead and stay there, but I want you to grope and spread your own ass for us.”

That’s pretty much fully humiliating now. I bite my tongue, but I touch myself like he wants.

“Give yourself a little slap.”

God, Mark…. I’m not even sure I want to turn around now, with how embarrassed I am. Maybe it’s best not to make eye contact ever again.

“I don’t want you getting her all sweaty or disheveled, or tearing her sexy clothes off. You can touch, but don’t you dare mess up how pretty she looks.”

I hear another smooch. “Thank you, love. I’ll behave myself. Aly? You can stand up now.”

I stand up and turn to him as he stands up to meet me. With one warm finger, he tilts my chin up to look at him as he stands close beside me. He meets my eyes with a hungry expression. Taking that one finger, he trails down my neck, down my chest, through my cleavage, to the top of the corset. “Your breasts look amazing,” he whispers, caressing my chest softly. There’s no groping, given the corset, just warm, open palms.

He trails his hand down to my very pronounced waist and walks around me, feeling how tiny I am all around there. When he’s made a full walk around me, his hand trails to my butt, under the skirt, to give a firm squeeze. His fingers are hungry, slipping under my panties to knead my ass roughly. He gives me a light, playful slap and pulls away.

“What can we do that won’t mess up your pretty looks…” he muses. “I can’t even kiss you without smudging your lipstick… and I’m pretty positive a good hard fuck would get your hair a little disheveled.” I stifle a breathless gasp as a flush rushes through me.

“Baby…” Kat says warningly.

“What. I specifically said we CAN’T do that.”

“Cheeky monkey.”

He grins, turning back to me. “Do you have any ideas, Aly? How can we fill the next couple hours without messing up your looks.”

“We could do a puzzle,” I suggest. It’s not sexy, but I kind of want to stay pretty for as long as possible.

“What a wonderful, INNOCENT idea,” Kat stresses. “That’s a great idea. You go pick one from the shelf in the corner.” As I move to look, I hear her whisper aggressively to Mark, “She’s gonna do whatever you tell her to, if the snow was any indication, so you had better behave yourself and let her enjoy the next hour at least.” I give a small smile when my back is to them.

There’s a tall bookshelf in the corner of the living room with a few games, puzzles, and books. There’s a really cute Christmas one with snowmen and little kiddies and birds and such outside. I think it fits the weather nicely. I carry it happily back to Kat and Mark, and we head to the table.

I do like puzzles. It’s quiet, and we occasionally talk or laugh about something, but mostly we just work in silence. Working all together, it doesn’t take that long. We’re probably over two thirds of the way done when Mark makes his next request.

I’m leaning over the table, mostly forgetting how much my boobs spill toward Mark across from me (Kat might have an eyeful, too, I don’t know), when Mark clears his throat. “Aly? I want you to come sit on my lap while we finish the puzzle.”

I look up at him as I pick up the piece I was reaching for. I stand up, walk around the table, and he scoots to make room for me. On my way over, I notice the clock on the stove says 4:11pm, pretty much exactly one hour after we sat down. He’s been waiting exactly the hour Kat told him to. I don’t say anything, but I sit, wrap one arm around him, and go back to the puzzle.

The way we’re sitting, we each still have one arm free to work, but his hands more often find themselves on me than on the pieces. He rubs my waist and thigh, mostly, but when his hand presses between my legs to rub my inner thigh, I start getting a little breathless. Kat notices his touching now. She looks at the clock.

“Seriously, baby?!”

He laughs. He looks at Kat cheekily while he says to me, “Aly, I want you to reach inside my pants, pull out my cock, and stroke me nicely.”

I blush, but not so badly that the makeup can’t hide it. I reach into his sweatpants and pull him free. I squeeze up tightly, not making eye contact with either Mark or Kat, and figure I’ll let them duke it out. I do what Mark says, and Kat has to change his mind if I’m going to stop. She glares at him, but then her eyes twinkle with a smirk.

“I suppose that shouldn’t get her messy if you’re careful,” she relents. “But we haven’t finished our puzzle.”

“She can do both, can’t you, Aly?”

“I can’t promise how well, but it’s up to you if you want me to try.”

“Let’s finish the puzzle,” he says, but then he whispers, “but don’t stop with your hand.” I don’t think Kat heard that part.

The last part of the puzzle goes pretty quickly. I stroke him warmly and constantly, occasionally massaging his head or squeezing up his balls, but I do put most of my attention on the puzzle. Kat presents me with the final piece, and I smile happily at her. “Thank you, dear,” I say, finishing us off.

I turn to Mark, looking down at his crotch briefly before making eye contact. The slow build up has gotten him fully erect beside me, so he’s been feeling pretty good for a while. But I can give him more attention now.

I squeeze and massage him tightly up once, going nice and slow. Then I bend slightly to drool over him to get him lubricated, and rub the moisture everywhere. I drool more until he’s nice and wet, then I give him a flirty smile as I jerk him off rapidly.

“Ohhhhhh…” he groans in appreciation. “Oh that feels so good. It’s like bread to a starving man.”

Kat bursts a laugh. “Right… a ‘starving man….’ Sheesh!” He grins at her. He was just being cheeky.

“Oh that feels good, Aly…” he sighs, resting his head back. I squeeze him tightly over his head, and he groans. Then it’s back to jerking. I detour back and forth from general pumping to giving his head and balls extra attention. I only have one hand here, which is far less equipment than normal, so I’m sure this won’t be the best orgasm he’s ever had, but he’s looking happy enough that I think I can get the job done.

I pinch my fingers firmly just below his head with small, tight jerks. I think I see some precum. I squeeze all the way from below his balls, up his shaft, to his head, where I massage with my thumb and squeeze tightly. I grope his head roughly, and he grunts, spurting once.

“Don’t get him on your dress,” Kat says quietly. “It’s fine if his clothes get messy, but not yours.”

I jerk him firmly as spurt after spurt bursts out and lands on his T-shirt and sweatpants. He groans and grunts, face tight with pleasure. Gradually, he softens, and his spurts come less and less frequently. I milk one more small one out of him, and it only oozes all over his cock, where I’m still gently rubbing. He’s now soft, and very messy. He rubs my tiny waist warmly in gratitude.

“Aly,” Kat says gently, “why don’t you go wash your hands. I’ll take care of him. I don’t want you getting messy.” Kat gets a damp paper towel to wipe the sticky strings off his clothes as much as possible, pauses when she looks at his cock, and decides to clean that off with her mouth. He actually grimaces from that.

“That’s not nice, sweets,” he says with slight pain, opening his eyes to look at her sucking his soft cock. She pulls off and wipes him a bit cleaner with the cloth.

“Sorry,” she says. “But I think that’ll at least tone you down till after dinner. She’s staying pretty for dinner, and you’re gonna behave your horny self till after.”

I look at Kat slightly confused. “Did you bite him or something?”

“What??” Kat looks at me agape, then cracks up. “No-o-o-oo,” she laughs. “God, I would never! Stars, darling…. You know how he needs a cool down more than we do before he can go again?”

“Mhm.” I have known that.

“It’s not just that he needs time to rest and recharge; he literally can’t feel sexual pleasure for a little while after he orgasms. All guys are like that. So I was doing nice things to him, but it was too soon, and that means it was a little painful, not pleasant. That’s all. I’d never bite him there!” she laughs again. She turns to him to give him a hearty smooch. “And I’m sorry, baby. I just want you to keep it in your pants through dinner.”

A while later, I’m sitting on the couch casually keeping to myself, still feeling pretty, while Kat and Mark get dinner ready. Kat’s making chicken in the oven, with a salad and store-bought Italian bread on the side. Mark’s currently helping her cut up veggies for the salad, but I was exempted from helping, since they didn’t want to risk me getting vegetable juices on the nice dress.

I watch them casually from the living room, and I adore these two. They’re so sweet, and goofy, and kind, and adorable with each other, no matter how they’re interacting. I love them, I really do. I sit calmly, content to just watch my wonderful friends till they call me for dinner.

I hear the stove timer beep for the chicken, and Kat calls me over to the table. Everything is absolutely delicious, and Mark serves me nice portions. I’m honestly a little lost in thought as I eat, and I don’t realize till later that I’ve been casually stroking Mark’s hand on the table next to mine with my fingertips. I pull away, blushing slightly and hoping he didn’t notice. I look up timidly to see him give a twinkling smirk before taking another bite of bread. He noticed but didn’t mind.

As dinner winds to a close, Mark turns to me in mock seriousness. “I hope you’re enjoying your last few moments as an untouchable princess, because once Kat’s done, she’s going to take you back to the bedroom and do what she has to to make you fuckable.”

I swallow, looking down at Kat’s plate to see how much time I have. I finish quickly, sitting antsy in my seat. We’ve had sex several times now, but something seems different this weekend. It’s probably the control thing–making me feel extra vulnerable and shy… and anxious to please. What if he has his way entirely with me and then decides after he’s had full ownership that he doesn’t want me? “You know I’m never going to love you, right?” Jeff’s words echo in my head. I push the thought away. Mark would never reject me like that. But still, I have such a desperate need to please him, that I’m nervous for Kat taking me back.

Kat takes a casual last drink of water before saying, “You ready, dear?”

“She is,” Mark says for me. I swallow again.

Kat pulls me back to the bedroom and looks me over. “I think we can mostly leave your hair up, but I’m going to take off your makeup. And he technically has access to you in the corset, but I really don’t think you’ll be able to breathe enough. I have a sexy bra for you that matches the panties, so don’t you worry about looking pretty enough. You’ll still look like a bombshell, as he put it.”

She pulls me to the bathroom to wipe off the makeup, especially that persistent mascara. When she wipes off the lipstick, I notice happily that my lips are actually still stained a little red. Now I won’t get messy if Mark wants to kiss me, but I also still look that extra bit attractive.

When my face and neck are fully clean, Kat spins me around to get at the tight laces. She braces her knee against me to yank them gradually loose, until she can get the fasteners apart in the front. She rubs my skin firmly to try to ease out the lines from the steel bones.

Then we walk back to the bedroom. She puts the corset back in the bottom drawer and fishes out a red lacy bra from the top drawer. She really did a great job with sizing. I still probably look pretty, even if I’m not a princess anymore. We sit side by side on the bed to give my torso another minute to breathe from being squeezed for hours. She rests her arm around my shoulders and her head against mine.

I feel a little glum. I really did feel so pretty, and I’m worried now, especially by my stomach, that Mark won’t find me as attractive. Kat notices my dampened mood. “What is it, darling?” she asks, rubbing my shoulder kindly.

I sigh. “I just felt so pretty and curvy and sleek in that dress, and I’m worried Mark won’t want the natural me as much. So basically I feel fat,” I say with a little more of a fake, lighthearted tone.

Kat kisses my cheek, and when I turn to look at her, she kisses me fully on the lips. “Darling,” she whispers, “you’re still entirely beautiful. I know you struggle to think so, but I think so, Mark thinks so–I KNOW so…. We all have our insecurities, myself and Mark included. I promise the moment he sees you, he’s gonna light up and want every single bit of you and take you like the sexy woman you are. Okay? I promise.”

I look at her and give her a small but nervous smile. “Should I stay here while you go get him?”

“Sure.” She gives me one more sweet kiss, her hand lingering on my shoulder as she walks to the door.

I only have a few seconds probably, but I quickly think through what might be a sexy pose for when he comes in. I think of a few blatantly lewd ones, but I’m not in quite that slutty of a mindset right now. That one time he took me in the ass for his birthday, THAT probably got me in a slutty mindset…. I hear the door open and quickly lie on my side, hip cocked, head on my fist on my elbow on the bed. A standard sexy bed pose.

Kat and Mark both come in. I think she likes to watch, regardless of how involved she is. She sprawls by the pillows at the head of the bed, giving us lots of room, and Mark walks over to me slowly.

“It’s funny,” he says casually. “I have more clothes on than you, but I feel underdressed. And yet, I think the only solution is to lose the clothes I DO have. He tosses his stained shirt into the hamper, and bends to make his sweats follow. He comes over to the bed now in just his boxers, and he is huge and hard even in there.

He beckons with his finger, and I push up. He still beckons, and I sit up on my knees… then crawl toward him. He glances at Kat before looking back at me. “You did a wonderful job, sweets,” he says to Kat, looking me over hungrily. “I would say you made her… entirely FUCKABLE…!”

With a dark grin, he pounces on me, tackling us both down to the bed. His hands ravage my body roughly, and he sucks harshly on my neck. I didn’t even think about it when my legs wrapped around his body, but I think about it for sure now that his cock is grinding against me.

“Ah!” I cry with a breathy gasp. My hands tangle around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down to me. He finally releases my neck with a smack and moves up to kiss me fully on the lips.

His lips tell a different story from the rest of his body. He kisses sweetly, tenderly, and with careful restraint that tells me he will take care of me like a treasure. His body grinds, and his hands consume, with a wild hunger and fuck-lust that says he’s aiming for one specific thing.

God… I start to lose myself to a blur of lust and pleasure and submission.

Very faintly, I hear Kat say, half laughing, half seriously, “Don’t hurt her, baby.”

Mark breaks from the kiss, looking at me intensely passionately. “I’m not gonna hurt her, I’m just gonna take her.” He bends right to my ear to whisper, “I’m never gonna hurt you,” before hungrily kissing his way down my body.

He gropes my chest roughly through the thin lacy bra, but honestly doesn’t spend much time there, heading directly for the prize. He kisses passionately right over my stomach. Despite all my self-conscious worryings, he adores that part of me, too. But he keeps heading south.

He pulls up just a tad to get my underwear off. I lift my hips for him as he pulls them roughly down. Oh not nearly rough enough to rip them, just enough for me to feel his hunger. He tosses them aside, looks at me, panting, and commands, “Open.”

My legs melt open to him, and he instantly fills the space with his head. God, that heavenly tongue licking up my slit… my clit! “Ahhhh…!” I moan, as he sucks my most sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls off with his lips, flicking his tongue lightly over the bud. “Oh god, Mark….”

He pulls up a bit more so he can watch as he inserts two fingers into my sex. I buck under his fingers, gasping, begging. He sucks and licks right on my clit, and I shudder with orgasm. God, he’s barely touched me at all.

He pulls up to look at me as I finish trembling around his fingers. He pulls out, dripping and soaked, and crawls up to my face. “Suck,” he commands, putting his wet fingers in my mouth. I obediently clean my juices off his fingers.

“You came so fast,” he murmurs, pumping his fingers gently in my mouth. I look at him with adoring eyes. “I suppose this is your first touch all day today. You pleased both of us so well, I almost forgot we haven’t given anything back.”

He removes his fingers from my mouth and kisses me sweetly. “I have something for you,” he says after we break. “I’ll be right back, sweetie.”

I prop up on my elbows and watch him at the dresser, his back to us. He then returns, carrying a small, black leather strap. Climbing back over to me, he moves to attach what I now realize is a collar around my neck.

A grip of fear overwhelms me. I get claustrophobic with stuff on my neck. I rarely wear necklaces, almost never turtlenecks. But also, this kind of blatant ownership, to let him make me so vulnerable, is too much. I panic.

I back away on my hands, fear on my face, and say, “Yellow,” like our stoplight safe words.

He does remember, and he stops reaching toward me with it. He looks at me steadily. “Don’t back away from me, Aly. Come back here.”

I look at him, trying to trust, trying to quell the fear, and slowly inch back underneath him. He cups my face warmly until my breathing steadies a bit. Then he slides his hand down to my neck to hold me gently where he intends to put the collar.

My breath catches. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re safe with me,” he says very quietly.

I look intently–desperately–into his eyes, and the fear dwindles slightly. He’s Mark. He won’t hurt me.

Seeing me calm, he tries again for the collar. I close my eyes as he wraps it securely but loosely around my neck. He fastens the buckle behind me, then brushes my cheek gently.

I squirm, not liking the feeling around my neck. It’s snug, touching me all around, even if it’s not tight. I reach up to touch it, and Mark gives me a warning. “Aly…!”

I force myself to freeze, which looks like I’m calming down and trusting him, but I’m moreso shutting down. He gently massages my body, but all I can focus on is the collar. He caresses my breast warmly, and I reach back up to the collar. “Aly…” he says again.

I don’t look at him this time. My squirming becomes frantic, and I pull at the collar desperately. I can’t do this. I need to get it off. I fumble behind my neck at the clasp, but my hands are shaking too much to get it undone. I start hyperventilating in panic.

“Aly, calm down,” he says, trying to gently take my hands. He doesn’t say it as an order; he’s trying to comfort me this time.

But now my wrists are locked, my neck is trapped, and the claustrophobia and fear overwhelm me. “Red!” I beg, thrashing to get free. I hyperventilate, fighting to get free.

Mark was already changing demeanor when he told me to calm down, but now he instantly snaps all the way out of dominant mode. “Aly! We’re done. Let me get it off.”

I can’t hear the change. I can’t quell the panic. I melt into sobs, still fighting him. Kat rushes over to me and tries to take Mark’s place. He backs off, hoping that’ll help, and Kat tries to calm me enough to get the collar off. I fight her, too.

Then I’m standing, fighting to get out of the bedroom. Kat is trying to unbuckle the collar still. “Sweetheart, please!” “Aly, we’re done!” “Please calm down, sweetheart; I’m trying to get you out!”

Then I’m running through the snow, trying to outrun the collar around my neck. I run and run, until the cold finally snaps through my panic.

Oh god, what did I do….

I heave deep breaths, finally back in my right mind, even if I’m still coursing with adrenaline. My hands are shaky–actually, my whole body is shaking from the cold–but I’m able to reach behind my neck and undo the collar. Kat had gotten it mostly undone, or else I don’t think I could’ve gotten it with my numb hands.

I pull it off, holding it in my hand in front of me, and I take huge deep breaths of release. I’m okay. I’m okay now.

–Except that I literally ran outside in just a bra. I’m naked, barefoot, in the snow, who knows how far from the cottage. Honestly, I don’t know how I would’ve calmed down without the cold, and there’s a lot of adrenaline heating my body right now. Still, I need to get back, and fast.

A good thing about snow is that I can retrace my frantic footprints to find my way home.

I walk quickly, and the bitter cold is like a soothing balm for my emotions. There are lots of stars visible tonight, lighting up the fields as they reflect off the white snow. I won’t get lost.

But I have no idea how long I was running.

I continue trudging forward, starting to legitimately feel the burn in my feet. It’s not a frostbite burn; my feet are nice and red. They turn white when it moves to frostbite.

I think about the collar in my hand. I didn’t mean to freak out so much. I honestly don’t mind the idea of some bondage, but for some reason the neck–the idea of a collar–is so intense. It’s like being owned.

Is “owned” different from being claimed, used, or taken?

I pass some handprints on the path. I must’ve almost fallen here.

I feel awful about freaking out with the Stinsons. I wouldn’t be surprised if they intend to call the whole thing off now, even though the weekend’s only half over.

I keep walking. It’s really a beautiful night, even if it’s so cold. I notice with a small smile that my feet don’t crunch the snow like boots do. It’s just fluffy.

I don’t want to stop the weekend. Honestly, I want Mark to help me with the fear, not pull back and let it be. Is there a way to introduce the collar without it being so intense? He was trying to soothe me and take it slowly, I recognize that now, but it wasn’t enough.

I march on until I see a dark shape approaching. I get closer, and there’s another shape a ways behind the first one. God I hope it’s them, or I’m in a literal crisis.

It is Kat, following my footsteps. I can see her skirt and red coat. I assume Mark’s waiting behind for fear of scaring me off again. I should let her know I’m fine now.

“Ruuuuth!” I yell toward her, picking up the pace.

She looks up, halting. I’m sure she sees my white body coming toward her in the snow. I run toward her, and when she sees that, she runs toward me as well.

I crash into her with a hug. “I’m so sorry,” we gush in unison. I smile faintly at our synonymous speech, but I feel her crying in my hug.

“Kat…. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just got claustrophobic and freaked out. You know I run away when I get scared.”

She pulls back just enough to wrap my face in her gloved hands. “You ran out naked into the snow! And I couldn’t get that stupid collar off before you left so I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to calm down.”

“I got it off. I’m fine, sweetheart,” I say quietly to calm her. “And honestly the cold helped SO much. I think that’s really what broke through the panic. I’m fine. I’m fine, darling.” I give her another big hug. Muffled in the hug, I add, “I am literally turning into an ice cube though. Can we please get home?”

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry, here–” Kat quickly unbuttons her coat and pulls me inside, wrapping what she can around me. Gosh she’s warm….

“Mark brought your coat. Are you okay if he comes over?”

I sigh, shaking my head at myself. “He didn’t–do anything wrong. It wasn’t his fault. I need to go to him. Thank you, love.” I kiss Kat firmly on the lips then pull away.

Not caring what a sight I look, I run naked through the snow to Mark. He tries to back off, showing me he’s harmless, but I literally run right past his hesitation and tackle him in the air with a kiss. I throw myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around him, and pour my “I’m fine, I love you, there’s nothing wrong between us” out through my lips to his.

The force of my passionate outpouring is enough to make him lose his balance, and he falls backward into the snow. He’s bundled though, so I’m not too concerned. I kneel over him, kissing and kissing, until he finally, gently is able to push me back.

“We’ve gotta get you home, sweetie. And we have to talk. Just put it on hold till we get you warm.”

“I love you,” I plead, breathless. “Please let me love you.” I try to press down, but he gently yet firmly holds me off.

“I love you, too. Let’s get you home.”

We stand up in the snow, and he wraps me warmly in my cloak that he dropped when I tackled him. He kisses me sweetly, then the three of us head home.

Suddenly Mark looks down and notices I’m still barefoot in the snow. “Sweets, we didn’t bring her shoes.”

I try to say that I’ve gone for walks in the snow barefoot many times, but Mark won’t hear it. “No. You’re not walking the rest of the way barefoot.” He scoops me up in his arms and proceeds to carry me home.

When we get to the cottage, Kat scurries ahead to open the door so Mark can carry me inside. “Take her to the bedroom. You’ll get her warmest under the covers,” Kat says.

Mark takes me back in my bundle of cloak and in less than a minute, we’re spooning under the covers naked together. Well, Mark has his boxers on. Kat tucks the blankets around us tightly, then sits on the bed next to us stroking my hair.

We stay there a long time until I stop shivering. Eventually, Mark says, “You seem warm to me now; how are you feeling?”

“I’m so cozy,” I murmur. I’m also sleepy.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, sweetie; we need to talk,” Kat says, pulling me to sit up. Mark sits up behind me, and the three of us sit upright, him with his arms around me still. “Do you want to start, baby?” Kat says to her husband.

Mark holds me gently but protectively to himself, nuzzling his head over mine. “I’m so sorry, Aly. You said, ‘yellow,’ and I didn’t listen enough to that. I thought if I just went slow that would be enough, and it wasn’t. I’m so sorry I scared you.”

“I hear you,” I say, cuddling into him, “and thank you. But it really wasn’t you. I got claustrophobic and overwhelmed because I’m not used to having stuff around my neck. I think that could be worked on and introduced more slowly, but you didn’t know I’d be so sensitive to touch there. I felt some of it this morning when you touched yourself through my neck, and I didn’t say anything.

“The other piece is how incredibly vulnerable that makes me, and I guess I wasn’t ready for that level of dominance. I’m really sorry, Mark. I didn’t mean to freak out. But I absolutely don’t want this weekend to stop.”

Kat laughs wryly. “We have been thinking about it. Just calling the whole weekend off now and taking you home.”

“Please don’t. Please,” I say earnestly. “Then I’ll feel like I ruined things, and honestly it’s just going to ingrain the fear. I was really hoping we could work on it together.”

“If you want to stay, we’re not going to send you home, but we’re not going to risk something so bad happening again, and in my mind, that means calling off the dominance thing,” Mark says.

“I’ll respect that, if you insist. But we could also talk about why that was upsetting and talk about new boundaries so it won’t happen again. I don’t want to stop. I liked what we were doing. I still trust you. We just need to figure out what went wrong and do something different.”

“I think it’s fine to at least talk about that, don’t you, baby?” Kat says. “We’re just not willing to risk hurting you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, love. I panicked and ran away, and you brought me home safely. I even kept the collar,” I say, showing them that it’s still in my hand. “If I was really traumatized and hated the thing, I would’ve just chucked it into the snow.”

“So what scared you, dear?” Kat asks, trying to understand.

“Yeah, I mean, you say it wasn’t me, and that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but you literally ran away naked into the snow.”

I sigh. “The biggest thing was honestly the physical sensation. I felt claustrophobic and trapped, and I recognize when you grabbed my wrists you were trying to calm me down, but that just made me feel more trapped. I don’t even wear necklaces or turtlenecks much at all because I don’t like stuff touching my neck.”

I pause, after that. That’s not entirely true. I like when they kiss my neck. They notice my pondering look, and I tell them what I was thinking. They think about it, too.

“I know you’re super opposed to going back to it, since that was what upset me, but I really feel like it would be possible to gradually introduce me to it. I mean, sometimes you have to with pet collars….” I pause, hesitating on the last piece I want to say. “I do think it would have to be something I choose, not part of the submission, if we ever try the collar again.”

“Aly,” Mark says a bit agitated, “I don’t want to try the collar OR the submission anymore, after what happened.”

I don’t answer, looking away. Mark hears me sniff, and Kat whispers over me to him that I’m crying.

Mark sighs and drops his head next to mine. “You’re blaming yourself, aren’t you.” It’s not really a question.

I turn around and cling to his chest, crying. “My only fear going into this weekend was that if I gave you all of me, full control, full authority to do with me whatever you wanted, that I wouldn’t be enough, or good enough, for you. That if I gave you everything, you might realize that wasn’t what you wanted, and you wouldn’t want me anymore.”

Mark squeezes me protectively with a heavy sigh. He strokes my hair gently for a soft moment, then takes a deep breath. “Look at me, Aly,” he says in his commanding voice.

I do, instantly, and I smile with that little bit of hope that maybe the weekend’s not over.

He bends in softly to kiss me. He breaks, breathing forehead to forehead, before pressing in again passionately. He’s incredibly gentle and tender right now, but he holds me possessively, rubbing his hands warmly over my body, like I’m his treasure.

“I love you,” he says intensely, nuzzling cheek to cheek. He looks fully at me, cupping my face in both hands. “And I don’t know how to communicate that except to say it over and over and demonstrate it over time. When this weekend is over, I will want you, for all you are, no. matter. what. That’s what I mean, when I say I love you. Nothing you do or don’t do will ever push me away. We can play whatever games we want this weekend–that are going to be healthy for you–and it won’t change anything about how I feel for you. I will ALWAYS. love you.”

“I didn’t mess it up?” I ask quietly.

Kat laughs in loving exasperation. “Darling, you CAN’T mess it up. That’s what he’s saying. We love you, with everything in us, and if it would help you believe it to keep being submissive, then I’LL try to play that with you. You’d probably just laugh at me, but I’d do it for your sake! We just want you whole, and okay, and believing with everything in you that you’re safe and loved and more than enough no matter what.”

“I can be dominant again if you really want me to,” Mark adds, “I just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not WILLING to hurt you. That’s the opposite of what we were trying to do. If you really think we can do this safely without scaring you off again, I’m willing to try. But I can’t have you pushing for this just because you think it’ll make me happy. I only do the dominance for you.”

“Then would you please keep doing it for me this weekend? I’ll be better about communicating, and I promise I won’t run away again, no matter what.”

Mark strokes my head warmly and looks to Kat. I don’t know what kind of wordless married language the two of them have developed, but they use it for a moment till Mark looks back at me decisively. In his commanding voice he says, “Aly? Give your collar to Kat.”

I look at him, then Kat, beaming. I fumble to give the collar to Kat, then immediately pounce on Mark with kisses, grabbing his neck and head passionately.

“Down, girl,” he says lightheartedly, firmly pushing me back.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” I rush.

“I know you will. There’s not a doubt in my mind. But I do think we need to train you a bit. What do you say when you’re nervous or uncomfortable from something I do or ask you to do.”

“Yellow.”

“And what do you say when it’s too much and you need me to stop.”

“Red.”

“And what happens when you say red?”

I don’t have a script for this one. “You stop?”

“I stop and then I fix whatever upset you. Even when you say red, you let me fix it, and you stay with me where you’re safe. And if you can’t, you go to Kat. Understood?”

“Yes, Mark.”

“I think we also need a signal for when you need something but it’s not a red-yellow issue–like bathroom, water, food, rest…. I don’t want you to try to stop me when I’m having fun with you like I was first thing this morning, but we need some sort of signal. Thoughts?”

“What about like a tap,” I suggest. “Like, I tap my leg with three fingers.”

“Sure. And if it’s urgent, or you don’t think I saw, you tap three fingers on my leg.”

I smile.

Mark looks at me, pleased. “I want you to go put your pajamas on. We won’t be having any more sex today. Go and come back.”

I duck my head obediently and crawl off the bed to go find them. I shimmy on my sexy little boy short panties and wrap the satin top around me. Then I scurry back to Mark.

He’s talking quietly with Kat. He sees me enter the bedroom though. “There’s my girl!” he says happily. “Take off your sash please and hand it to me.” He stands up to meet me as I walk to the bed, pulling it loose. “Thank you,” he says, taking it. “I’m going to do some things to you, and I want you to tell me on a scale of 1-10 how uncomfortable or nervous each thing makes you. Okay?” I nod. “What are you right now.”

“Zero. Oh. Uh, one.” He smirks. Zero is not between one and ten.

He loops the sash behind my waist to pull me closer to him. “Now?”

“One.”

He ties it securely around my waist and pulls me a couple steps around the room.

“Still one.”

He smiles quietly, untying me.