Authors note: I’d like to thank my friend and editor Jim for assisting me with this piece.
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“So, it sounds like your weekend was a success.”
I took a sip of my wine and thought for a moment. My friend and mentor Edith asked me to lunch on Monday and I’d shared the details of Friday night with her.
“I have to admit, I was a little worried, but it turned out better than I ever thought possible.”
“I’m a little surprised you let them have sex.”
I took another bite of my chef salad.
“I hadn’t planned on them having sex, it was more of a spontaneous act, but I knew they both wanted it and I let them.”
She looked at me quizzically.
“Do you regret it? Now that you’re not in the scene and you can reflect?”
I thought for a moment.
“No, I don’t regret any of it. I trust them both, explicitly.”
Her face broke into a little grin.
“You’re really sprung on this girl, aren’t you?”
I looked down shyly. Edith always had a way of making me feel very self-conscious, like a young schoolgirl. Some of the feelings she evoked in me I liked. However, I was getting used to feeling perpetually ‘in control’ with Chris and now Liz… but around Edith, I never felt the need to be assertive, and that was a little disconcerting.
“I really like her, yes.”
She smiled.
“I can tell.”
We each took a sip of our wine.
“So, have you given any more thought to joining me in a professional scene?”
“I have… but I have some questions about it.”
“Let's discuss it then.”
I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts.
“Who would the client be?”
“He’s an older casino executive who’s been wanting a session with two Dommes for quite a while.”
She paused for a moment in reflection.
“He’s one of my best clients and I’m afraid if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll find what he’s looking for somewhere else.”
She needs me… more than she’s been letting on…
“What exactly will we be doing with him?”
“I have a little routine with him that I’ll go over with you. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable with everything before we begin.”
“Is there any actual sex involved?”
“He likes facesitting, but if that’s a problem, you wouldn’t necessarily have to be involved with that aspect of the session… at least not this time.”
I thought for a moment.
“It wouldn’t be a problem.”
“Are you sure… Chris wouldn’t have any issues with it?”
“I’ll let him know beforehand and we’ll talk about it, but it won’t be a problem.”
“So both of you are okay with opening up your marriage even further?”
Chris and I talked extensively about his desire to be cuckolded. However, being with another man was something I wasn’t certain I was ready for. I was very protective of my marriage, especially during the last few months while we were making monumental changes with me assuming complete and total control. At this point, adding another variable into the equation, like me seeing another man, just seemed like an unnecessary liability. However, in this controlled situation, the risk could be managed. Additionally, Edith needed this from me and she’d helped me so much over the course of the last few months, I didn’t want to refuse her request and let her down.
“We are both okay with it.”
I took another sip of my wine before continuing.
“I know that facesitting is an integral part of any BDSM scene, and I’m okay with letting your client do it.”
“Good.”
She took another sip of her wine.
“Do you have any other questions?”
I thought for a moment.
“Where do you meet your clients?”
“I have a playroom in my house that I use for work.”
“Okay… and what about the money.”
“It will be a two-hour session unless he wants to extend it. How does fifteen hundred sound?”
“I can handle that.”
The money wasn’t that important to me, but I at least wanted to ask her about it. More than anything, I wanted the experience of working with a professional Domme and the thought of trying something new was exciting.
“Are you free this weekend?”
“I don’t have any plans.”
“We’ll shoot for Saturday night. I’ll text you my address and the time once I’ve contacted him.”
I took a deep breath in an attempt to contain my excitement.
“I’m looking forward to this.”
She smiled.
“I know you are.”
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I got home a few hours later and found Chris working hard in the kitchen. He prepared parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp and paired it perfectly with a bottle of Far Niente Chardonnay. Once we were done eating, I retired to the living room to watch the news while he cleared the table and did the dishes.
“Did you like dinner, honey?” He said while entering the room with two glasses of wine.
I’d already told him twice how good dinner was, but I loved when he fished for compliments about his cooking.
“Oh… you know… it was okay…”
Big smiles broke across our faces.
“You know I love your cooking, Chris.”
He sat down beside me and put his hand on my thigh.
“How was your workout?”
“It was a real bitch, we did our arms this morning and our legs this afternoon… I’m already really sore.”
True to her word, Liz began incorporating free weights in our workout in an attempt to prepare me to compete with her in fitness competitions.
“I can give you a massage later if you’d like.”
“I’d love that.”
We took a sip of our wine.
“I also had lunch with Edith today.”
His eyes widened and he waited for me to continue. He knew Edith was my mentor and we met frequently for lunch.
“She asked if I’d be interested in joining her with one of her clients.”
His breathing changed and his hand began to gently twitch on my thigh. This little piece of news was turning him on.
“If I may ask, what will you do with her client, Ma’am?”
I took another sip of my wine. It was fun to keep him in suspense and draw out the moment.
“She hasn’t gone into specifics yet, but facesitting will be involved.”
He took a deep breath and adjusted how he was sitting on the couch.
He’s more turned on than I thought.
“Does the thought of another man’s mouth on my pussy excite you?”
His hand was visibly trembling on my thigh.
“Y-y-yes, Ma’am, it does.”
I loved toying with him, teasing him, regarding his fantasy of me being with other men.
“You know no other man has gone down on me since we got together, don’t you?”
His erection was now straining against the tight confines of his Dockers.
“Yes Ma’am, I know.”
“I’ve been a chaste little wife for you, haven’t I?”
“Yes, Ma’am, you have.”
“But you don’t want that… do you?”
“No, Ma’am… I don’t.”
“Tell me what you think about… what you fantasize about,” I said huskily.
His breathing was rapid and just a bit shallow and I could see the wheels turning. I waited semi-patiently for him to give voice to the erotic fantasies that were floating around in his head.
“I think of watching while another man goes down on you.”
His eyes closed.
“I think of you dating other men and them fucking you… sometimes you tell me about them, other times you don’t.”
I reached over and slowly began to rub his erection through his trousers.
“You have a very slutty wife in your fantasies, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I do.”
I began to rub him harder. I loved that we were able to communicate so well and he didn’t hold anything back from me. I still wasn’t ready to make this fantasy of his a reality. He’d watched so many different things at the BDSM sites he’d viewed and I still worried about how some of them, like me being with other men, would affect our marriage. It was one thing to read testimonials and view pictures about what other couples did, but another entirely to experience them in our own marriage. Still, I loved hearing his fantasies and allowing him to give voice to them.
“Tell me more.”
His eyes were still closed and I knew that in his mind, I was already with another man.
“You have about a half dozen lovers and I never know which one you are in the mood for. Some are old, some are young, and they’re from different races.”
I could feel the heat and moisture begin to build between my legs.
“Do you have one you think about the most?”
He was moaning softly while I continued to rub his erection through his pants.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Tell me about him.”
“His name is Dirk and he’s one of my students.”
This new revelation shocked me a little. I’d assumed he fantasized about nameless, faceless men fucking me, but this was someone he actually knew. Regardless, I continued to play along.
“Tell me about Dirk.”
“He’s a junior on the football team.”
I slowly unzipped his fly while he spoke.
“I’ve overheard him talking about the size of his cock.”
I reached into his trousers and pulled his blood engorged member from his pants.
“He brags about the way he’s fucked some of the coeds on campus and how they can’t get enough of him.”
I slowly started to stroke him.
“And you think about me with this young stud?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
A large dollop of pre-cum had formed on his head while I continued to rub him.
“What do I do with him, Chris?”
“You get a hotel room with him, he spends hours between your legs.”
He let out a low, guttural moan as I picked up the pace with my hand.
“He fucks you over and over and you can’t get enough of him.”
“Do I make him wear a condom?”
His breathing was so heavy and he was talking so softly, I could barely hear him.
“No, you tell me his cock is too perfect to ruin by making him wrap up, you want him bare.”
My pussy felt like a warm, wet swamp and I knew I’d soaked my thong all way through.
“So I let him cum inside me?”
“Yes, Ma’am… every time you’re with him.”
“And I’m with him often?”
“A couple times a week, Ma’am… you can't get enough of him.”
He was close now and I backed off to settle him down a bit.
“Do I bring him here… to our home?”
His eyes opened and I witnessed the shocked look on his face.
“Would you want that, Greta?”
I played along, adding to his fantasy.
“What if I wanted him in our marital bed?”
He wasn’t expecting this little twist, but I could tell he loved it.
“Would you… Ummm… let me watch, Ma’am?”
I tightened my grip on his penis while I stroked.
“No… not at first. I’d restrain you to our guest bed, leave the doors open, and make you listen to him tear me up all night…”
“Oh God… God.”
He was close to release again and I let his cock slip from my hand.
“Go to our bedroom, take off your clothes, and wait for me.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said before jumping off the couch and running into our bedroom.
I spent the next two hours riding his face before we made love three times, something we hadn’t done since college. I was still very leery about being with another man. However, I realized how powerful this fantasy was for Chris and how much he wanted it. We’d opened Pandora’s Box and even though I wasn’t ready to make it a reality, it took our lovemaking to a higher plane and created an intensity that wasn’t previously there. I was beginning to understand just how much he desired to be cuckolded, but I didn’t know if our marriage could bear the cost if I let it happen.
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“I guess I have mixed feelings about it.”
I took another sip of water while attempting to catch my breath. Liz and I had just finished an hour-long online spin class and both of us were dripping with sweat. Thankfully, we were the only ones in the gym at the Bellagio which allowed us to talk freely. I’d just told her about my weekend plans with Edith and she didn’t sound very enthused.
“Do you need the money, is that why you’re doing it… if so, I have a little money saved and I could-”
I interrupted her.
“No honey, we don’t need the money, it’s not about that.”
Her eyes were searching… questioning…
“Why are you doing this then, Greta?”
I couldn’t lie, a little extra money would be nice, especially with Chris not working. Additionally, we’d talked about starting a vacation fund so we could go back to Mexico and fifteen hundred dollars would go a long way towards that end. But joining Edith in a session had very little to do with money.
“How did you feel when you were dominating Chris?”
I could see the wheels turning while her mind played back the torrid events of last Friday night.
“I felt… powerful, in control, unstoppable.”
“And that was with someone you know.”
“Well, I know him a whole lot better after last weekend.”
We both giggled.
“Imagine what it will be like with a complete stranger, those feelings, times ten, right?”
“I just worry about your… your… safety,” she said as her voice cracked.
I took her hand in mind and gently squeezed.
“Are you sure this is about money or my safety?”
She looked down and her eyes broke contact with mine.
“I don’t know.”
“Look at me Liz,” I said sternly.
Our eyes once again met.
“That’s a child's answer… tell me what you’re feeling, honey.”
“I… I… I’ve just developed very strong feelings for you.”
I didn’t want her to say the “L” word because I had very similar feelings for her and I was still trying to sort them out.
“You’ve been with a lot of women though.”
“That was just sex, Greta, this feels… different.”
I squeezed her hand and gave her a hot, lingering kiss, then she spoke.
“Are these possessive feelings bad? I have to be honest with you, aside from Chris, the only mouth I want on your pussy is mine.”
“I need you to be patient with me. I want to experience in the lifestyle and this is an opportunity to work with a professional Dominatrix, I can learn so much from her.”
“I… shit… I’m afraid… I’m afraid of losing you, can I at least admit that?”
“You won’t lose me, I promise.”
She smiled.
“And only his mouth, right… nothing else?”
“Only his mouth… unless he really turns me on… then all bets are off.”
Her eyes got wide and she stared at me in stunned silence.
“Just teasing.”
I leaned in again and gave her another long, passionate kiss.
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It was almost eight on Saturday night when I pulled my car in front of a large, metal, decorative gate in Summerlin. On my left was a small guard shack and the attendant looked at me expectantly.
“I'm Greta Johnson, and I'm here to see Edith Fitch.”
He flipped through some papers on a clipboard.
“She's expecting you, go right in.”
He flipped a switch inside the guard shack and the large metal gate began to swing open.
While driving through the gated community, I couldn't help but notice the large, multi-million dollar homes. I'd grown up in a middle-class family, but extravagance on this level was a little disconcerting, and I had to admit, I felt a little nervous and out of my element.
When I arrived at Edith’s address, I pulled into a large circular driveway that featured ceramic pavers, just like a casino. I always knew that she was wealthy, but I had no idea that being a professional Dominatrix was this lucrative.
When I rang the doorbell, I was met almost immediately by a young, handsome, high school-aged boy who was wearing nothing but tiny, skin tight, Spandex boxer briefs. As I quickly inspected him, I noticed that both of his nipples were pierced and he looked incredibly fit.
“I'm Greta and I'm here to see Edith.”
His eyes submissively lowered when I mentioned her name.
“The Mistress is expecting you, Ma’am; please follow me to her study, she’ll be joining you momentarily.”
While following him, I could hear my Stuart Weitzman Dominatrix boots click on the white, marble floor. There were four large, stone pillars in the expansive foyer and on either side of me were two grand staircases that led to the upper floor. Two Greek-style statues stood near the wall directly in front of me, and it felt like their eyes were on me as I followed him to our left.
The boy opened up one of the two large wooden doors to her study and I entered the room which looked more like a library because it was covered floor-to-ceiling with thousands of books. The bookcases were trimmed in a dark oak that gave the space a very masculine feel.
On the far side of the room in front of me was a large, mahogany desk, and he motioned for me to take a seat in one of the chairs that were directly in front of it. Just as I was sitting down, Edith entered the room and I quickly stood back up and turned around just as she gave me a warm smile.
She was wearing a very short, tight, black, leather skirt with a zipper in the front. She paired the little skirt with a red leather corset that pushed her breasts upwards which gave her a slim, hourglass look. She also wore black leather, open toe sandals with a five-inch heel. The sexy shoes showed off her muscular, toned, thighs and calves.
“That will be all, Geoffrey.”
Again, his eyes lowered and he immediately scurried from the room, closing the door behind him.
She gave me a little hug and a small kiss on the cheek, then her eyes traveled up and down my body.
“Please sit down,” she said while pointing at the chair in front of her desk.
Immediately, I could tell something was off. There was a concerned, apprehensive, look on her face and I decided to wait and let her tell me what was going on.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”
I kept my expression calm and even and waited for her to continue.
“When our client arrived this evening, his wife was with him and he asked if we’d be willing to do the session with her instead of him.”
My jaw dropped open.
“His wife?”
“I didn’t tell you earlier, but his wife is also one of my clients. I dominate them separately and also as a couple.”
I shot her a stern look.
“I want to be reasonable here, but honestly, I don’t appreciate this last-minute change.”
“I concur, Greta. I almost canceled the session entirely. However, you were already on your way here and canceling the first session with my new partner sets a bad precedent.”
Her new partner… interesting.
“I don’t have much experience dominating women,” I said hesitantly.
“You spent last Saturday night dominating your husband and lover. That’s not an easy feat, even for someone with more experience. You’re a better Domme than you give yourself credit for, you just need experience and I want to give that to you.”
I could feel my heart pounding. It felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I wanted this, bad.
“I can also offer a sweetener. I can give you $2,000 instead of $1,500 if you’re willing to do this session with me. Unfortunately, the client also made one more request.”
I cut my eyes at her.
“And just what is that?”
“He will in no way be involved, but he wants to watch.”
I shot her a stern look.
“You have one very demanding submissive, don’t you?“
She grinned.
“They have money, and they’re used to getting what they want. I know this is all new to you, but in this business, there are times when you have to be flexible.”
She was right, this was a business transaction, not a domestic situation that I was used to. With Chris and even Liz, I was used to getting what I wanted, the way I wanted it. Even though this couple was submissive, first and foremost, they were clients and some acquiescence was called for.
“Okay… I’m in.”
A relieved smile broke across her face.
“Thank you, dear. I appreciate this, and I owe you one.”
We processed each other’s words for a moment before Edith spoke again.
“May I see what you’re wearing under the trench coat?”
“Yes, of course,” I said shyly.
I stood up and untied the knot on the front of my coat which revealed the outfit I purchased for the evening. I wore a short, latex skirt that featured an assless back. I matched the skirt with a black, leather strapless corset that had spiral steel boning that pushed my 34D breasts up, and out and made them look larger. I was also wearing my Stuart Weitzman Highland Dominatrix boots that came up to my upper thighs. To complete the outfit, I wore a black lycra G-String.
“Please turn for me dear, I want to see all of it.”
I slowly spun around for her and paused for a moment while facing away from her before turning again. It was very erotic, I could feel her eyes move up and down my body.
“You look simply divine… you’ve lost more weight, haven’t you?”
I could feel myself blushing, the way she was looking at me, talking about me, inspecting me… she made me feel like a little girl.
“I have, I’m down to one hundred and twenty-five pounds, but we’re incorporating free weights in our workouts now which means my weight might go up, but it will be lean muscle mass which I guess is okay.”
Unfortunately, my weight loss also resulted in the loss of a full cup size from my breasts; but overall, I was very happy with my new, more toned physique.
“You look stunning, please have a seat.”
My eyes traveled around the room one more time.
“You have such a beautiful home.”
“Thank you, my husband and I have worked hard for everything we have.”
“Oh, I didn't… ummm… know you were married.”
She smiled.
“There's a lot we haven't talked about.”
“Yes there is, will he be joining us?”
“Oh heavens no, he's upstairs in the theater, watching TV… he never participates in any of my sessions with clients.”
It was so much for me to take in… her massive home, Geoffrey, the fact that Edith was married, and the change to this evenings plans… my mind was spinning in a million different directions and I found it a little difficult to focus and concentrate.
“I got your email earlier, but I’m assuming it’s a moot point now?”
Earlier that morning she’d sent me an email that detailed the various activities we’d be doing going with her male client. But now that the session would revolve around his wife exclusively, we’d obviously need a new game plan.
“Just follow my lead and playoff me, I know you’ll do just fine, honey.”
I wanted a drink to settle my nerves, but I knew better than to ask for one. It was never a good idea to mix alcohol with a BDSM scene. The Domme was expected to maintain total control, and alcohol could very easily cloud her judgment.
“There is one other thing,” Edith said, “she loves verbal humiliation. Can you help me with that?”
“Of course I can.”
She smiled.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“Yes, I am,” I said in a confident voice that belied the nervousness I felt inside.
She pressed a button on her desk and Geoffrey immediately opened the door to the study.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Tell the clients in the playroom that we agree to their terms and she needs to prepare herself and assume the position.”
We made small talk for a couple of minutes which I assumed gave our client time to get ready.
“So… are you ready to do this?”
I took a deep breath.
“Yes, I am.“
“Good, follow me.”
I followed her out of the library and back into the foyer. We proceeded to a large, white decorative door to our right. Slowly, she opened it.
My eyes widened as I surveyed the surroundings.
The space was very large, perhaps five times the size of my master bedroom. The walls were painted red and accented with black crown molding. Each wall was adorned with hooks and shelves that contained every type of BDSM device imaginable. There were various handcuffs, floggers, canes, blindfolds, leather belts, dildoes, and vibrators.
Directly in front of us was a large four post bed with a red mattress. On each of the four posts were rings which could be used to restrain submissives. At the foot of the bed was a metal cage with small, silver bars that were about a foot apart.
In front of the cage, a naked woman knelt on a red yoga mat in the classic submissive position: Her arms were extended and she held her palms upwards. She looked to be in her early forties. Her long blonde hair was pulled behind her in a tight ponytail. She had a tight, toned body and large, augmented breasts. I also noticed that she didn't have pubic hair.
To our right sat a man in a large, decorative chair. He was dressed in brown slacks and looked to be about the woman’s age.
“This is our plaything for the evening, Mistress Greta,” Edith stated. “Her name is Karen.”
“Hello, Karen,” I said in a low, gravelly voice.
“Hello, Mistress,” she said while keeping her eyes pointed at the floor.
Edith turned and faced me.
“Why don’t you have a seat in one of those chairs while I prepare our little girl.”
There were two more large, decorative chairs to Karen’s left and I walked over and sat down in one of them. Over the next couple minutes, I watched as Edith took three twenty-five foot pieces of hemp rope and began restraining Karen. I had no idea that Edith was a ‘Rigger,’ the BDSM term for a Dominant who used rope to restrain their submissive’s.
She began by wrapping one of the sections of rope around Karen’s wrists and securing them until they hung below her stomach. She then took the second piece of rope and wrapped it around her thigh and calf which bent her knee and locked her leg in a ninety-degree angle. After restraining her other leg in the same configuration, she began speaking.
“What are your safe words, little girl?”
“If I want play to stop completely, I say the word ‘Red’ or ‘Mercy.’ If I want you to slow down, I say the word ‘Yellow’.
“Good girl.”
Once Karen was restrained, Edith walked across the room and retrieved a black, leather blindfold from one of the hooks on the wall and put it over Karen’s eyes. She then sat down in the other chair that was about five feet from mine.
“Look at this little slut,” I said in a low, menacing tone.
Karen turned her head and looked in the direction of my voice.
A little grin broke across Edith’s face.
“Come over here, you hobbled little bitch, and stick out your tongue,” she said.
“I can’t see you though, Mistress,” she whimpered.
“I don’t care if you can’t see, it’s not about seeing.”
“If you can’t see, then sniff,” I said. “Where is she? I want to see you sniff.”
Karen inhaled deeply through her nose and began pulling and dragging herself towards Edith. It was very evident that our taunts and jeers were exciting her.
“Are you sniffing for my pussy, or for my feet?”
Karen’s face broke into a deep, red ember.
“Where is she, little girl,” I said tauntingly.
“I’m sitting right in front of you and I can’t hear you sniff, slut.”
Edith moved her leg until the sole of her heel touched Karen’s forehead.
“I’m sniffing Mistress, I’m sniffing.”
“What are you sniffing, air?”
Karen moved her head until she was making loud, pronounced sniffing sounds until her nose touched Edith’s leg. Then, she pushed her head towards the floor.
“Sniff down here, sniff that toe.”
She moved her nose down Edith’s leg and began sniffing her toe. I could very easily hear loud, pronounced sniffing sounds.
“I can’t hear you,” I said while trying to keep a serious, stern look on my face.
“I’m right here and even I can’t hear you,” Edith proclaimed.
“I want to hear you sniff her sweaty feet,” I said.
Edith slipped off her sandal.
“Get your nose between my toes,” she growled.
For the next minute, I watched as our submissive sniffed between Edith’s toes and feet.
“What a good little girl we have here,” I said menacingly.
Edith broke into a little grin.
“Does it smell like I’ve been wearing these shoes for a long time?”
“Yes Mistress, it does,” she said between heavy, labored breaths.
Edith used two of her toes to pinch off Karen’s nose for several seconds.
“Get your tongue out of your mouth, little slut,” Edith growled.
She extended her tongue and Edith pressed her big toe into her mouth.
Karen began sucking her big toe. After several seconds, she was working it deep into her mouth.
“That’s right little girl, just like your husband’s cock.”
I looked over at the man in the chair. He was shifting in the seat and adjusting his erection through his pants. I began to slip off my boots, preparing for what would come next.
“We have a very dirty little slut on our hands, don’t we, Mistress Edith.”
“Oh, she’s very nasty, indeed.”
Karen took several toes into her mouth so deep she was now gagging on them and saliva began dripping down Edith’s foot and onto the ground.
Once my boots were off, I tapped my foot on the ground which made a loud, thumping sound.
“Come here,” I growled. “Find my feet.”
She looked in my direction and began pulling herself towards me.
“Where are they?” I teased.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered.
“You’d better sniff again, bitch, and find me.”
Once she’d reached me, I raised my foot until it touched her forehead.
“Open your mouth.”
When she did, I moved my heel to her face and she began licking my heels.
“What a good girl you are, what a perfect little slut.”
She ran her tongue up and down the bottom of my foot.
“That’s right, clean my feet.”
Her large, heavy breasts were swaying side to side as she moved her tongue over the bottom of my foot.
“I don’t like the bottom of my foot being dirty little girl, clean it good.”
I could see the wetness form on the lips of her vagina and I could smell her arousal. I pulled my foot back, away from her face.
“Now stick your tongue out.”
I ran my five toes over her tongue and little whimpering noises escaped her mouth.
“You want to suck my toes so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.
I continued to move my toes over her extended tongue.
“That’s what you’re used to doing, isn’t it… sucking anything that’s put into your mouth.”
I looked over at Edith. She had pulled her bra down and her breasts were exposed. Her fingers were pulling and playing with her hard nipples. I ran both of my feet over Karen’s tongue and her open mouth searched desperately for one of my toes to suck.
“Open up, keep your mouth open, little girl.”
I pressed four of my toes into her mouth and she sucked on them the best she could.
“Keep your mouth open wide,” I teased.
I pushed my toes in deeper.
“I can feel the back of your throat, slut.”
Her head moved forward, towards me as she forced my toes deeper into her mouth.
“I bet you're very popular with all the boys.”
She continued to move her head forward, gagging and sputtering as my toes went deeper into her throat.
“What a hot little mouth you have, sweetheart,” Edith said as one of her hands reached up underneath her skirt.
I used both of my big toes to pull her mouth open wider.
“We have a very whorish little slut on our hands, Mistress Edith.”
“Get back over here, bitch, quickly.”
She expelled my toes from her mouth and scooted over towards the voice she’d heard.
“You’re so eager, aren’t you? Such a good little girl.”
Edith spread her legs and raised her foot into the air until they touched Karen’s face.
“Get my toes back into your mouth.”
Almost immediately, her open mouth found the little digits and she began sucking on them. I watched as one of Edith’s hands slipped between her own legs and she started playing with her pussy.
“You’re turning me on, little slut.”
I resisted the urge to move my hands between my legs as I listened to the loud, pronounced slurping sounds that were emanating from just a couple feet away from me. I looked over at the man who was now rubbing his erection through the front of his trousers.
“You look so pretty with her toes in your mouth.”
Greedily, she kept sucking until her saliva was once again dripping onto the ground. She then started licking up Edith’s feet until her mouth was at the back of her calf.
“I think the little slut wants to lick your pussy, Mistress.” I teased.
“Is that true little girl, do you want to taste my pussy?”
“Yes, Mistress… Yes…” she moaned.
“You haven’t earned that yet, back to my toes.”
She used her other foot to push her head away and within seconds her mouth found her big toe again and she erotically began to fellate it. After about a minute, Edith used her foot to push her head away and Karen rested on her bottom.
“I think she’s done with you, we’re both done with you,” I teased.
“No Mistress, No…” she moaned.
Edith stood up and I followed suit.
“You just aren’t impressing us very much this evening, little slut, this is so out of character for you.”
“I’ll do better Mistress… I promise,” she whimpered.
“What are you prepared to do for us?”
Her head turned towards me.
“I’ll do anything you want Mistress Greta… I’ll do anything to please you.”
“That’s a bold statement, little girl. Anything?”
“Yes Ma’am, anything.” She pleaded. “I’ll lick you… I’ll suck you, anything.”
“Let’s see…” Edith said… “Maybe we’ll just leave you here.”
“No Ma’am… No… Please don’t leave me…”
I walked over in front of her while Edith moved in behind her.
“She’s so pathetic,” I stated. “But I do like the way your little girl begs.”
Edith slapped her bottom, hard, making her cry out.
“Get your ass up in the air and your head down, little girl.”
I moved around behind her and ran my hand over one of her cheeks and pulled it.
“Look at that slutty, little-wet pussy, if I didn’t know better, I think she’s enjoying this.”
Edith slapped her ass again.
“Did we tell you that you could get wet, little slut?”
A look of terror broke over her face.
“I… I… I couldn’t help it, Ma’am.”
Both of us rubbed our hands over her ass cheek and then slapped them, over and over. She let out little moans and whimpers and I could see her pulling against the ropes which held true.
“Her ass is turning such a pretty shade of red, I love that color.” I teased.
Edith then slapped her vagina and she let out a loud yelp.
“You got my fingers wet, little girl. I normally don’t allow such dirty, little, wet sluts in my playroom.”
She continued to moan and pant as we took turns slapping each of her ass cheeks which were turning a bright, red ember.
She then started to inch forward in an attempt to avoid the onslaught of slaps.
“Stay still and keep your ass up in the air, little girl,” Edith growled.
“You said you’d do anything, and, already, you’re trying to get away from us,” I teased. “I think we just need to leave you here, alone.”
“No Ma’am… No… I’m sorry…” She begged.
My hand was already getting sore from administering the slaps, I looked at Edith while I tried to shake some feeling back into my fingers. She shot me a knowing look.
“It’s so exhausting… Dominating a pain slut, Mistress Greta. We’ll just have to find something more compatible with what our little girl requires.”
She walked over to the wall and pulled two floggers off the hooks. Then, she handed one to me before running her fingers over Karen’s ass cheeks.
“I agree with you,” she stated, “that is such a pretty shade of red, but it’s not enough for her, it’s obvious she needs more.”
I listened to Karen’s heavy, labored breathing. It was the anticipation of knowing what was coming that was exciting her. I bent down again and ran my fingers over the wetness that was seeping out of her vagina and onto the inside of her thighs.
“All of these slaps… all of this pain… and you’re so wet.”
I paused.
“It’s just not becoming at all… I think you need to apologize to both of us.”
“I’m so sorry Ma’am… so sorry.”
“And just what are you sorry for?” I growled.
“For being such a dirty little slut.”
“That’s a good start, but I think you can do better.”
I stood up and just as Karen started to speak again, Edith brought the flogger down on her ass which caused her to cry out. She continued to yelp and moan while blow after blow met her firm, taut ass. Instinctively, she lowered her bottom in an attempt to avoid the onslaught.
“Keep your bottom up in the air little slut,” I growled.
She raised her bottom up and Edith continued administering blow after blow. I didn’t feel very confident with the flogger because I’d never used one, but after a few seconds, I was able to match her swings and began to rain down blows on Karen’s other cheek.
Her ass was turning a bright, deep shade of red. Edith moved in behind her and administered several lighter blows to her pussy and asshole which caused her to moan and jump forward slightly. However, after each strike, she was able to recover and push her ass up in the air to meet the next one.
“Keep your pussy up there,” Edith commanded as she delivered several last blows to her vagina.
The smell of her wet, hot sex was now permeating throughout the room. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen in my life. Her ass cheeks, pussy, and asshole was now a deep shade of red and Edith gave me a look of “she’s close to her limit.”
I then swung the flogger on the small of her back, but with much less force.
“If you want us to give you what you want, then you need to give us what we want, little girl,” I teased.
Edith grinned, bent down, and took her head into her hands.
“How much as you willing to endure for us, little slut?”
“I’ll do anything for you Mistress, anything…” She moaned.
It was obvious we’d put her into a very deep subspace.
“How many more lashes are you willing to take for us, little girl?”
If we could have seen her eyes, I know they would have been glazed over.
“Can you take ten more lashes for me?”
Single tears were started to leak out from under the mask.
“I can’t Mistress… I just can't.”
I was tempted to remind our submissive that just a moment ago she promised she'd do anything for us. However, Edith looked satisfied. I reasoned she wanted to take Karen to her breaking point, without going over it.
“Roll over then, rover.”
Karen rolled over onto her back.
“Spread your legs, little girl,” she commanded.
“I know you know what it’s like to spread your legs, slut,” I said tauntingly.
She opened her legs wide.
I gave her two gentle swings from the flogger on the inside of her thighs which made her cry out.
We both bent down on either side of her. The lips of her vagina were glistening from the wetness, and her secretions leaked out like a faucet that had been left on.
I ran my hands over her heaving breasts while two of Edith’s fingers slipped inside her body.
“You’re just so slutty… you’re such a bad girl… getting this wet from being flogged.”
“I… I can’t help it Mistress…” she stammered.
I kneaded her large breasts with my hands and then pulled on her long, erect nipples while Edith continued to break her down verbally.
“What will you do for us, little girl?”
Edith administered several slaps to her open, wet vagina.
“Answer me.”
“I’ll do anything for you Mistress… anything…” she moaned.
“I don’t want to hear ‘anything’,” I growled. “I want specifics.”
“I’ll fuck anyone, Mistress. I’ll do anyone.”
Her last statement shocked me a little. I wondered if she was just saying that because she was deep in the scene, or if that was actually true.
“So what you’re telling me, then, is that you have a used cunt?”
I cringed. I always hated that word and Chris knew better than to ever use it around me. However, I knew that Edith knew what she was doing and I just went with it while continuing to play with her breasts and pull her nipples.
“It’s very used, Mistress.”
She dipped both of her fingers inside as far as they could go.
“I can feel how wet you are, how slutty you are, at least you're not lying to me.”
“I’m not lying Mistress… I’m not… I swear.”
I pushed two of my fingers deep inside her mouth and throat and she sucked on them greedily. She then let out a low, deep moan when Edith worked a third finger deep inside her pussy.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet, little girl,” Edith stated matter-of-factly.
I withdrew my fingers from her mouth and continued to knead her large breasts which allowed her to talk.
“I’m so wet, Mistress. I love both of your hands all over my body.”
Loud, squishy noises emanated from between her legs as Edith worked a fourth finger into her pussy. To increase the sensation, I pulled and squeezed her nipples harder, intensifying the pain, and the pleasurable sensations for her.
I slapped her face.
“What do you say when your Mistress gives you pleasure?”
“Thank you, Mistress, thank you…” she moaned between deep gasps of breath.
Edith had four fingers deep in her pussy and then began to work them in and out.
“You are such a dirty, disgusting, whore,” I stated.
“Oh yesss… I’m a dirty whore, Mistress Greta… I’m your dirty little whore.”
I moved one of my hands to her clit and began to rub while my other fingers pulled on one of her nipples. She was moaning so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think. I reached down and tore my wet thong off my body and shoved it into her mouth. I watched as she sucked on it between muffled moans.
“Can you feel me stretching your pussy out, little girl?”
At this point, she’d lost the power of speech and only garbled moans could be heard.
Edith reached up and pulled her nipple, hard, which brought her back to us and I pulled my thong out of her mouth.
“Oh God Mistress… I can feel your fingers.. they’re stretching me…”
“You told me you’d fuck anything, little girl, start fucking her fingers,” I snapped.
She gave her best effort to move her hips to meet Edith’s savage, trusting fingers but the ropes all but prevented it. Then, her breathing changed and I could tell she was close to release.
“You’d better not cum before asking permission,” Edith growled.
“Please Mistress, let me cum… let me cum…” she begged.
Her body continued to climb.
“I think we need to leave her here, she didn’t earn any pleasure,” I stated.
“Oh… God… No… please… let me cum… let me cum… I took your beating, please let me…”
“Do it…” Edith snarled.
Edith sunk her fingers deep inside her pussy one last time while my fingers flew across her clit. Her body began to shake and convulse almost uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm racked her body.
She passed out for several seconds. Then, slowly, she began to come back around. Sweat was dripping off her naked body and it took a full two minutes before her breathing finally returned to normal.
Edit began to untie Karen; then, our eyes met.
“Greta, can you press that red button on the wall.”
“Yes, of course.”
She looked over at the man.
“George, you can take your hand off your cock now.”
I looked over. Karen’s husbands fly was down and his stiff erection was poking through the hole in the front of his pants. Instantly, he released it.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” he said shyly.
About five seconds after I’d pushed the button, the door opened and Geoffrey magically appeared.
“We need four bottles of water, and ask George if he’d like a cocktail.”
He lowered his head.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Once the ropes were off of Karen and the blindfold was removed, Edith helped her up and into one of the chairs.
“Are you okay? Is there anything we need to talk about?”
There was still a ‘glazed over’ look in her eyes, but after several seconds she managed to speak.
“That was the most intense scene I’ve ever participated in. Both of you are amazing.”
A satisfied look broke across Edith’s face.
“Good, do you wish to continue?’
“Oh God yes, I want more.”
Edith and I both smiled.
“We’ll take a short break and then we’ll resume.”
Edith walked over and began talking to George which left me relatively alone with Karen.
“How long have you been doing this, Mistress?” Karen asked.
“We’re out of the scene, you can call me Greta.”
She smiled.
“Okay.”
“To answer your question, I’ve only been in the lifestyle for a couple months.”
A look of shock broke over her face.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You’re incredible. I hope you realize how good you are at this.”
I looked over at Edith.
“I’ve had a lot of help.”
“You’re a natural.”
I smiled.
“Thank you.”
Geoffrey approached us, then handed us the water. I watched as his eyes lingered over Karen’s naked body.
“That will be all, and keep your eyes lowered as you leave, little boy,” I growled.
“Yes, Mistress… I’m… I’m sorry…” he stammered before quickly turning and walking away from us while Karen and I exchanged knowing smiles.
“He’s just a boy, and I don’t mind showing off a little,” she said shyly.
“He’s a boy that needs to learn his place,” I said sternly.
“You are very, very good at this.”
Just then, Edith approached us.
“Are we ready to continue, ladies?”
Karen and I took another sip of our water which drained the bottles.
“I believe we are,” I said while looking at Karen.
She flashed me a pretty smile.
“We definitely are.”
“If both of you will follow me, then.”
We walked about twenty feet to the other side of the room and I noticed that Geoffrey had moved a large, rectangular wooden structure into the play area. It was about two feet tall and it had a thick, red, yoga mat on top of it.
“Lay down on your back,” Edith ordered.
Once Karen laid down, the ropes came out. Edith again tied her legs at a ninety-degree angle by restraining her thighs and calves together. But this time, she used another line of rope right above her knees and fixed the other end to metal rings in the floor. She then wrapped two other sets of rope around her wrists and attached them to two other metal rings in the floor. She took some extra time and showed me some of the complicated knots and loops, and let me tie down one of Karen’s wrists so I’d be able to do it myself in the future.
“Do you want me to get the blindfold again?” I asked.
She thought for a moment.
“No, I want her to see everything we’re going to do to her this time,” she said in a menacing tone.
We both started running our hands over her body. She emitted little moans as we gently, soothingly, touched her thighs, stomach, and breasts. Then I watched as Edith’s hands moved lower, between her legs.
“This little slut just refuses to dry up,” Edith stated.
“It’s because she’s a whore and loves our hands on her. Isn’t that correct?”
Karen looked directly into my eyes.
“I love your hands on me, Mistress Greta.”
I kneaded her large breasts in my hands, then sensually pulled on her nipples.
“Unfortunately, she’s a pain slut, so it can’t be all about pleasure. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to do this.”
Edith walked over the wall and took a large bucket off one of the hooks and brought it back over to us.
Edith looked into my eyes.
“This is going to hurt, so you’d better preoccupy her.”
I took her beautiful face into my hands.
“Is she right, are you really a pain slut?”
A deep, embarrassed look broke over her face.
“Yes, I am.”
“You can’t control this slutty body at all, can you?”
“No, Mistress, I can’t.”
I gripped her ponytail and pulled it hard, causing her to cry out.
“Open your mouth, then. If you’re a slut, I’ll have to treat you like one.”
She opened her mouth, then I opened mine.
I let a long string of saliva drip down into her waiting mouth.
“Swallow it. I know sluts swallow everything that goes into their mouths.”
She lovingly looked into my eyes and then swallowed my spit. I leaned in and kissed her hard, letting my tongue play inside her mouth for several seconds until she screeched out in pain. I broke the kiss and looked down between her legs.
The bucket from the wall was full of large wooden clothespins and Edith had attached one to Karen’s puffy, red, blood-engorged outer lip of her vagina.
“Concentrate on me, little slut, not the pain.”
She looked longingly into my eyes.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now open your mouth.”
When she did, I spit into her mouth and again, she swallowed it.
“Good Girl,” I said before giving her another hot, passionate kiss.
I could feel her moan into my mouth while Edith placed another clothespin on the outer lip of her pussy. I opened my mouth again and dribbled another string of saliva onto her cheek and forehead.
“You look so pretty when you cry and moan.”
She looked up and shot me a grimacing smile. I leaned in and gave her another hot, passionate kiss which was broken by another low moan. I looked between her legs, Edith had placed a third clothespin on the outer lip of her vagina.
“I don't think there's anything that won't get this slut wet,” Edith said tauntingly.
My lips once again fused to hers and I reached down and began to gently rub her clit to take her mind off the pain. Then, I felt her tense up when Edith attached a fourth clothespin to the outer lip of her vagina. I watched as she inspected her handiwork.
“It doesn’t look quite right yet, I feel there's something missing.” She paused for a moment. “Ahh… yes… that’s it.”
She removed a small ball of twine from the bucket and cut off two small sections and tied each piece around Karen’s upper thighs. Then, she slid the ends of each clothespin under the twine which gaped her vagina and held it lewdly open.
I used my middle finger and ran the tip over her hard, wet, clit.
“She's got your pussy held open so wide we can stuff whatever we want inside it.”
“It hurts so bad, Mistress.”
I could tell she was in pain. However, I also knew she needed the agony and torment to enhance the pleasure.
“So what you're saying is you need some pleasure as well?” asked Edith.
“Yes, Mistress.... please…” she whimpered.
Edith walked over to the wall and retrieved a black, cordless, Hitachi vibrator from one of the hooks.
Karen and I looked at the vibrator in her hand. Then, I looked into her eyes.
“I don't know if you've earned that yet, little slut.”
“I have Mistress,” she pleaded. “I've been a good little girl for you.”
“I think Mistress Edith is far too easy on you.”
A little grin broke across Edith's face.
“No Mistress, I'm a good girl… I'm Your good little girl,” she moaned.
Edith looked at me as if asking, “should I?” I nodded my head.
Karen's eyes rolled into the back of her head when Edith placed the bulb of the Hitachi directly on her clit.
“Oh God Mistress… thank you... thank you,” she whimpered.
I continued to knead her large breasts and pull her nipples. In an instant, her breathing began to change and she rapidly began to climb. Just as it looked like she might release, Edith withdrew the Hitachi from her vagina.
I spit on her face.
“You're so greedy, all you want is pleasure and you won't give us anything in return.
I watched as she used her tongue to pull some of my saliva into her mouth.
“No mistress, I'm a good girl.”
“Good girls don't cum unless they're given permission,” Edith stated.
“But I didn't cum, Mistress,” she stated sheepishly.
“No you didn't, little slut; but you would have.”
I looked into her eyes and smeared some of my excess saliva around her face.
“You just can't control this whorish body of yours at all, can you?”
“I'll control myself, Mistress… you'll teach me how to control myself.”
“She obviously needs more pain,” Edith said while dipping two fingers deep inside her pussy. “I think I have just what we need.”
Karen let out of low, deep moan as Edith's fingers caused the clothespins to pull harder against the lips of her vagina; then, she extracted them.
She reached into the bucket and pulled out two strands of clothespins that were held together by about a foot-and-a-half of twine. Each strand had ten clothespins on it.
A terrified look broke over Karen's face.
“Please, Mistress Greta,” she begged. “Distract me.”
It was obvious that this wasn't the first time that Karen had experienced this torment.
My pussy was so wet, it felt like a humid, hot, swamp. If I was going to distract her, I might as well get something out of it too. I'd all but forgotten about George and the cock in his hand as I hiked up my dress.
“Get your tongue out of your mouth, slut,” I hissed.
She obediently complied and I squatted over her mouth. Slowly, I lowered myself onto her face until her tongue slid into my vagina.
A little smile broke across Edith's face while she began clipping the first strand of clothespins on the tender flesh below Karen's breast. Clothespin after clothespin was attached until she'd made a ‘daisy chain’ down the side of her body until the last one was clipped on the sensitive skin at her beltline.
The pain must have been intensifying because she was having a difficult time keeping her mouth on my pussy. I reach down and twisted her nipple, hard.
“You'd better keep that fucking tongue out, slut.”
Her response was broken and garbled but she immediately went back to pleasuring me.
I could hear more muffled moans of pain coming from between my legs when Edith attached the second strand of clothespins to the other side of her body in the same location.
“This might help.”
She flipped a switch on the wall which lowered a large ring that was suspended from a cable that was attached to the ceiling.
She’s thought of everything.
I reached up and grabbed the ring which helped give me balance and stability.
“You said you wanted to be distracted,” I growled. “Lick my pussy.”
Edith knelt between her legs, grabbed the Hitachi, and placed the bulb on her clit again.
“Oh… God…” she moaned in pleasure.
I sat down on her face which momentarily cut off her oxygen and brought her attention back on me.
“Concentrate on pleasing me, bitch, and worry less about that slutty pussy of yours.”
Her tongue caressed my clit and then she began sucking on the little bud.
I held onto the ring for dear life as lighting bolts shot through my body.
“I want to see her pussy juice all over your face, little whore,” Edith said. “You’d better not cum before you make her cum first.”
“You’d better not be greedy, bitch,” I said.
I wanted to taunt her more, but it was as if I’d lost the powers of speech. I was too worked up and her mouth felt too good. My orgasm hit almost without warning. My body began to shake and convulse as a powerful orgasm rocked me to my core.
Just as I was recovering and coming down, Karen started to climb. Edith left the vibrator on her clit until she’d almost reached the peak, then she withdrew it right before the moment of release.
“You’re such a greedy bitch, all you want is pleasure,” Edith taunted.
“Lick me, show your Mistress what a good little girl you are by cleaning my pussy.”
I felt her run her tongue through my thick, matted, pubic hair as she cleaned my secretions from my vulva. When I was back onto my feet, I looked down at our little girl. My juices were now mixing with my saliva on her face and forehead.
“You know what, little slut, there’s two of us,” Edith stated, “you know what to do.”
Immediately, her tongue came out of her mouth. Edith and I changed places and I grabbed the Hitachi while she slid her red thong down her thighs and hiked her dress up.
“You know what I want you to do, don’t you?” She said in a low, gravelly voice.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She turned away from me and ran her fingers over her asshole.
“I want you to lick me, right here.”
Karen nodded her head in acknowledgement.
I placed the bulb of the Hitachi on her clit while Edith lowered herself onto Karen’s awaiting tongue.
“Stick your tongue out, reach for it,” Edith demanded.
Edith pulled her asscheeks apart and I watched as her tongue licked over the puckered little hole. The sounds of loud moans filled the room. I looked down at the bulb of the Hitachi which was vibrating the juices around her soupy-wet pussy.
“Now put it in deeper, I want to feel your tongue all the way inside me.”
Karen lifted her head up and was able to push her tongue deep inside. Simultaneously, our submissive’s breathing started to change again, and I knew she was climbing.
“Concentrate on pleasing your Mistress,” I hissed, “It’s about her pleasure, not yours, little slut.”
Edith chimed in.
“Don’t be fucking greedy, bitch.”
The vibrator was way too powerful and effective. I knew she was close again and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of release. At the very last moment, I pulled it away.
“Maybe this will help you concentrate.”
Edith turned and faced me, her eyes ablaze in anger.
“Stick your fucking tongue out and stop focusing on your own cunt.”
“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry,” she whined.
While she was lowering herself back into position, I noticed that Edith placed a large dildo between Karen’s spread legs. It was attached to a one-foot piece of wood that looked like a broom handle.
“Do a good job and I might use the Hitachi on you,” Edith hissed.
I grabbed the wooden-handled portion of the dildo.
“Show her how much you want it, little girl,” I said.
Edith sunk herself down on Karen’s awaiting tongue, sending it deep into her ass. I slid the dildo in her pussy.
“I know you like being stuffed full,” she said. “So thank us.”
I started moving the dildo in and out of her rapidly which caused Karen to let out a series of loud moans and gasps.
“Thank us slut, thank us with your tongue in her ass.”
There were garbled moans and groans coming from between Edith’s legs.
Karen was moving her head up and down, thrusting her tongue rapidly in and out of Edith’s asshole.
“Good girl,” She moaned while grabbing the Hitachi and placing it on her clit.
“Let’s see how fucking deep I can shove this cock inside you.”
I pushed the dildo forward until all I could see was wood. Her pussy was gaped and stretched around the large toy.
“Focus on her ass little bitch, not your pussy... don’t get fucking greedy on us,” I growled.
Edith’s legs began to shake.
“If you start getting greedy I’ll take this cock right out of you.”
Both women were moaning so loud it was echoing off the walls of the room.
“Look at this wet little pussy of yours,” I taunted. “You’re such greedy little whore, you’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?”
“I’m so bad, Mistress Greta,” she moaned between licks.
“You have to lie on your back with your legs spread to feel good about yourself, don’t you?”
Edith chimed in.
“Lick my ass until I cum, keep it pushed deep in there.”
Shortly, Edith's body began to shake.
“Make her cum, little girl,” I warned. “Don’t get greedy now.”
I slowed down the pace of the thrusting and watched as a powerful orgasm washed over Edith. It took a full minute for her to recover. Once she did, she stood up and ran her hand over Karen’s face, then gave her a little slap.
“You're such a good little ass licker.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I wanted to please you so bad.”
We both stood over her for several seconds.
“I want to cum, Mistress... please let me cum… let me cum.”
“If you want to feel pleasure you have to do something for us, you have to give us something,” Edith stated.
“I’ll do anything for you, Mistress.”
She walked around and bent down between Karen’s spread legs and I took her place near her head. Then, she ran her fingers over the four clothespins that were attached to the lips of her vagina.
“Do you want these off, little girl?”
“Yes, Mistress… please… please take them off.”
She moaned in pain as Edith removed clothespins, one by one. There was a look of agony on her face as the blood once again coursed through her flesh. Astoundingly, there was also a deep look of contentment that shocked me. In this hedonistic moment, she needed to feel the agony and torment as much as she needed to feel the pleasure. It was such an interesting look into a submissive’s psyche.
I leaned in and kissed her.
“What do you say to her?”
“Thank you, Mistress… thank you.”
I kissed her again.
“Good girl.”
“Will you let me cum now, Mistress Greta?”
“Do you think you’ve earned that little slut, do you think you deserve to feel pleasure now?”
“Yes, Mistress… I do…” she moaned.
Edith grabbed the dildo with one hand and the Hitachi with the other.
“Remember, little slut, you only cum if you’re given permission.”
“Yes, Mistress… only when you say I can.”
She inserted the dildo back into her pussy and placed the head of the Hitachi on her clit. Instantly, she began to climb.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…”
I kissed her hard again on her open mouth.
“Remember, little slut… permission first,” I said.
“I will Mistress… I will…” she said between deep, heavy pants.
I grabbed the ends of both sets of twine that were holding the twenty clothespins.
“Oh God Mistress… I’m there… May I cum?”
Edith was thrusting the dildo in and out of her body at a fevered pitch while she held the bulb of the Hitachi firmly on her clit.
“Do it, little slut,” she hissed.
Her body began to shake almost uncontrollably against the restraints and I ripped the twine which pulled all twenty clothespins off her sides simultaneously. She screamed out in pain and pleasure. Her vagina spasmed and Karen squirted secretions all over the front of Edith’s corset. I reached down and massaged her breasts and nipples lovingly for added stimulation.
After a couple of minutes, her breathing finally returned to normal.
“Oh, God… That was just Incred-”
“That slutty little pussy made such a mess all over my clothes, but I think you have another one in you, little slut,” Edith said in a sly tone.
“I… I… I don’t know Mistress.”
I bent down, laid her head on my shoulder, wrapped my arms around her body, and started fondling her large breasts.
“You said you’d do anything for me, little slut, and I want to watch you cum again,” I said sternly.
A little smile broke across Edith’s face.
“I… I can try.”
“You’ll be a good girl and ask for permission first though, won’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress… I will… I want to please you again.”
“Good girl.”
Edith inserted the dildo into her pussy again and placed the vibrator back on her clit.
Her eyes closed and a look of euphoria broke across her face.
“Oh… God… That feels so good.”
“I want my next door neighbors to hear you, little whore,” Edith cooed.
“Oh God, Mistress… Oh, God…”
I rubbed her large breasts, squeezed her nipples, and kissed her neck.
I whispered into her ear.
“Let it go for me little slut… Please Me… I want to see you cum again…”
Edith was thrusting the cock into her until it bottomed out, then pulled it all the way out before ramming it back to hilt again. All the while, the head of the Hitachi was pressed firmly on her clit.
“Please Mistress… let me cum again… please…” she whimpered.
“Let it go… little whore… let me see it… NOW,” I growled.
I squeezed both of her nipples hard between the tips of my fingers and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body spasmed again as another powerful orgasm washed over her.
It took another full minute for her to come back down and regain control of her body. Once her senses were back about her, Edith began untying her. While she did, I wanted to do a bit of ‘aftercare.’
“Are you okay with everything we did?”
“It was perfect, Misstr- I mean… Greta. Honestly, it was the best experience of my life.”
I looked over at George who was tucking his flaccid penis back into his trousers. It was obvious that his wife wasn’t the only one who reached orgasm.
“I think your husband enjoyed it too.”
Her face broke into a little smile.
“He always enjoys watching me.”
“Well, he’s not the only one.”
I leaned in and gave her a little kiss.
Once she was free from the restraints, Edith and Karen walked over to George and began talking with him. I walked over to one of the large chairs, sat down, and picked up my phone. When I read the screen, I saw I had a text from Chris, he’d sent it a half hour ago.
“How’s everything going?”
I texted him back.
“It’s going very well, I’m having a great time.”
A few seconds later, I received another text.
“Let me know when you’re heading home.”
“I will talk to you soon.”
Edith approached me with a bottle of water in her hand.
“I don’t want you to get a big head, but they’re very impressed with you.”
I could feel my face break into a little blush.
“Good, I’m glad.”
She looked into my eyes.
“Greta, so am I.”
“Thank you, coming from you, that means so much to me.”
She noticed me looking at my watch.
“Their two hours is up, but she wants more. Are you willing to go for another hour?”
“Of course, that’s no problem.”
“Good. There’s an extra five-hundred in it for you.”
“It’s not about the money, it never has been.”
A little smile broke across her face.
“So… this evening is pro-bono?”
“Well, I wouldn’t quite go that far.”
She laughed and we each took a sip of our water.
“There’s one more thing she wants to try. Just follow my lead and go with it, like you have all evening.”
“I’m up for anything.”
“Good.”
I watched as she walked back over to Karen and George. I picked up my phone and texted Chris.
“I’m going to be at least another hour, maybe more. I’ll text you when I’m heading home.”
The trio was moving towards the large bed and I stood up and walked over to them. I noticed that Geoffrey had moved George’s chair to the edge of the bed so, presumably, he’d have a ringside seat for whatever was going to take place next.
While George sat down in the chair, Edith removed a set of handcuffs from hooks on the wall and handed it to me; then, she turned and looked at Karen.
“Mistress Greta will put this on you.”
Karen approached me and offered me her hands and I applied the handcuffs
While I was attaching the handcuffs, Edith removed two leather harnesses off the wall and handed one to me. The metal rings in the front of each harness held a long, thick, white, flesh- colored dildo.
“Get on the bed… hands and knees… little slut,” she ordered.
We both slid the leather harnesses up our thighs, then turned our attention to the submissive on the bed.
“Present yourself to us, little whore,” Edith commanded.
Karen laid her head on the mattress and raised her bottom up in the air. Then, Edith reached for a large bottle of lube and slid in behind her. The lips of her vagina were already glistening with moisture so I was fairly certain where the lube was going. I watched as Edith squirted a large dollop of lube on her asshole and I quickly slid onto the head of the bed near Karen.
I tenderly ran my fingers over Karen’s cheek while she emitted a soft, muffled grunt.
“What is your Mistress doing to you, little slut?”
A little blush broke across her face.
“She has a finger in my ass, Mistress Greta.”
“Tell me what her finger feels like.”
“It feels so good, Mistress.”
“You love being used like this, don’t you?”
“I love it, Mistress, I crave it.”
She let out another low, deep grown.
“She just put another finger in your ass, didn’t she slut?”
“Oh, God… Yes, Mistress.”
“What is she getting you ready for?”
“She's going to fuck my ass, Mistress.”
She looked so used, so broken, and I found that so incredibly sexy. I watched as my mentor positioned herself directly behind her. She let out another low, gravelly, deep, moan as Edith began to penetrate her.
“Tell me what that big cock feels like.”
“I feel so full, it feels so good, Mistress.”
“You love having your ass used like this, don’t you, slut.”
“I love being used hard like this, Mistress.”
I slid in closer and ran my hands over her breasts.
“You have such big udders, like a cow, don’t you, bitch.”
Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and grunting so loud her voice was echoing off the walls of the room. I slapped her face which brought her attention back to me.
“You’re such a greedy bitch, all you care about is your pleasure, don’t you?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, Mistress,” she stammered.
Edith had her hands on her ass and was using them for added leverage while pistoning in and out of her. I moved my hand from her breast down between her legs and began rubbing her clit.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” she bellowed.
“You're just so slutty, I don’t know if you deserve all this pleasure. Maybe I should have her stop.”
Edith slapped her ass, hard.
“No Mistress, please… please… don’t stop.”
I smacked one of her breasts while continuing to rub her clit.
“You’re such a whore, you don’t deserve any of this pleasure.”
“I’m a good girl, Mistress, I’m your good little girl.”
I could feel her wetness between my fingers while I continued to rub her clit. Then, her breathing changed and she started to climb.
“Are you going to cum for me, little slut?”
I could hear hard, heavy, labored breathing. She was so into Edith’s big cock plowing her ass, she didn’t answer me.
I squeezed her nipple, hard, and then pulled it savagely which caused her to cry out in pain.
“You’re ignoring me now, little slut?”
“Oh God… I'm sorry Mistress... I’m sorry.”
I continued to rub her clit.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m sorry… I just want to cum, please let me cum.”
Sweat was dripping off her body, and she was right on the edge. Seconds before she was about to release, I withdrew my fingers from her vagina.
“You’re such a bad little girl, totally controlled by your body.”
Edith slapped her ass again which made her cry out.
“Do you think I should allow you to cum, little slut?” I asked.
“I need it, Mistress. I need it so bad.”
“Let’s see what’s going on back here.”
I slid down Karen’s body, got on my knees, and pulled her ass cheeks open.
“Look at that little hole getting plugged up by that big cock.”
Edith smacked her ass again.
Her eyes were closed and she was pushing back on the thrusting cock.
“That tight little asshole is getting used, isn’t it, bitch?”
“Oh God… Yes, Mistress… Yes, it is.”
I spit on the dildo and watched my saliva disappear into her ass.
Edith suddenly stopped and the large toy slid out of her ass.
“We know you like cock, little bitch,” she said. “That’s why we’re going to give you more of it.”
I grabbed Karen’s ponytail and pulled her forward on her hands and knees while Edith laid down on her back.
“Stand up, little slut,” I said while helping her onto her feet.
Edith grabbed the big dildo at the base and pointed it up at the ceiling. I took Karen’s hands in mine and helped to steady her as she lowered herself onto the big dildo.
“Now get that big cock back in your ass,” I growled.
She hesitated for a moment when the tip touched her anus, she took a deep breath and impaled herself back on the cock.
“Lay back on me now,” Edith commanded.
Carefully, Karen laid back until she was resting on top of Edith. I knew what my mentor wanted me to do, but it seemed like a logistical nightmare.
Edith slapped the inside Karen's thighs.
“Open up your legs, and let her in there,” she said.
Karen put her handcuffed wrists over her head which gave me a little more room.
Cautiously, I got down on my knees and slid between both their open legs.
“Now we're going to use you like a real slut,” I said.
I grabbed the large shaft at the base and placed the head of the cock at her aperture. Gently, I began to push it inside her.
Edith's dildo was impaled all the way inside her. Thankfully, she wasn't moving it which allowed me to continue pushing mine forward.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” Karen murmured.
I got the fake penis about halfway inside her pussy; then she became very tight and my progress was thwarted.
Edith was kissing the side of her neck and whispering something into her ear that I couldn't hear.
She needed a little help.
I reached down and rubbed my fingers across her clit and used my other hand to gently stroke her hair.
“Relax, little girl, and let it in,” I cooed.
She took a deep and I could see some of the tension leaving her body. I slid my hips forward and pressed the cock deeper into her.
“Oh… God…” She moaned.
I continued to move my hips forward until my body rested against hers and the large cock was fully inside her. Then, I put my hands on her large breasts and began rocking my hips forward and back.
“Oh, God… Oh, God… I feel so full.”
I kneaded her large breasts while picking up the pace. I look down and noticed that Edith's fingers were rubbing her clit. Unfortunately, because of the angle, she wasn't able to thrust very effectively so she just held her dildo fully impaled in her ass.
“How does this feel, bitch,” I said, “being used like a slut?”
She didn't answer me. Her eyes were closed and she was consumed with the pleasure of the cocks inside her and Edith's fingers strumming on her clit.
I pulled her hair, hard, and she cried out.
“Still such a greedy little bitch.”
“It feels so good, Mistress… it feels so good.”
“You love having your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock, don't you?”
“Please, Mistress, I need to cum… let me cum.”
I increased the tempo and pounded her harder.
“You're worthless without these slutty little holes of yours, aren't you?”
“I'm worthless Mistress… I'm worthless… just please let me cum.”
I moved my hands to her shoulders so I could get better leverage and pound her harder.
“Do it,” I snarled.
Once I'd given her permission, her eyes closed and her body began to shake. I continued to thrust in and out of her as hard as I could. She started moaning and crying out as she released.
We gave her a full minute to come down and regain her senses. Once her wits were back about her, I slid my hips back and extracted the large dildo from her pussy. Then, I helped move her off of Edith.
I looked down and broke into a little smile. Karen’s body was covered in sweat and even though her hair was in a ponytail, it still looked disheveled. The additional hour was almost up and I knew all three of us were tired. However, I wasn’t quite ready to call an end to the session just yet.
“I think she has one more orgasm left in her, Mistress Edith.”
My mentor smiled.
I leaned in and gave Karen a hot, wet, lingering kiss. When I broke our passionate embrace, our eyes met.
“You said you’d do anything for me.”
Her tired eyes sparkled.
“I did, and I meant it, Mistress Greta.”
“Open your legs, slut.”
She parted her legs, then opened them wide.
I grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted a large dollop on the head of the dildo, and placed the tip at her asshole.
“Tell me what you want, little girl.”
There was a deep, burning look of lust in her tired eyes.
“I want you to tear my ass up with that big cock, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
Her asshole was red and swollen from the harsh, brutal session, but it easily opened up and accepted the large dildo when I moved my hips forward.
“Oh… God…” she moaned.
I pushed the cock about halfway in, then moved my fingers down to her clit and gently began to rub.
“It feels so good,” she murmured while looking directly into my eyes.
“Who does this ass belong to?”
“It’s yours… My ass is yours, Mistress Greta.”
I pressed my hips forward until the cock fully impaled her. Then, I begin to slowly work it in and out.
Her eyes never left mine and her moans of pleasure started to echo throughout the room.
“It feels so good… your cock feels so good.”
I continued to rub her clit and she began to climb.
“Who does the slutty body belong to?”
“I’m yours… My body is yours…”
Edith was sitting on the bed with her legs spread, rubbing her pussy, and watching us.
“Do you like this big cock pounding your ass out, little slut?”
“I love your big cock in my ass, Mistress.”
Her breathing changed as she continued to climb. I knew she was close to reaching the peak.
I looked over and saw the black Hitachi vibrator next to us on the bed. I thought of reaching over and retrieving it. However, I decided against it. My fingers on her clit created a more personal, sensual experience for both of us. For whatever reason, at that moment, I wanted to establish that connection, that bond, between us.
“Oh God Mistress… Oh God… Will you let me cum?”
I stopped and pushed the big cock in her ass until our bodies touched. Then, I slid two fingers inside her pussy and worked my thumb over her clit.
“Cum for me little slut, I want to watch you cum all over that big cock.”
She closed her eyes and her body began to shake as a violent orgasm overwhelmed her.
My body collapsed onto hers and our sweat mixed sensually together. It took a bit before we were able to slow our breathing and catch our breaths.
I looked over at George and he was stuffing is a flaccid penis back into his pants. Then, my eyes met Edith's and she gave me a knowing smile and threw me the keys to the handcuffs.
While I was sliding off Karen; Edith pulled her little skirt back down, slipped off the bed, and she and George walked over to the other side of the room and began talking.
“I'm betting you're probably ready to get out of those,” I said while pointing at the handcuffs.
“Yes I am,” she said as she extending her hands to me.
There with a few seconds of comfortable silence while I freed her hands from the shackles.
“That was the most intense thing I've ever done,” she said shyly.
I wanted to provide a little aftercare.
“Is there anything we need to talk about, are you okay with everything we did?”
“Everything was perfect, you are perfect, Greta.”
“I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
She looked down shyly. Then, her eyes met mine.
“I want to see you again,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“I'm sure Edith will be okay with me joining you in another session.”
“I'd love that too, but I was referring to seeing you outside of… this.”
I tried to hide the shocked look on my face.
“I don't know how any of this works, Karen. I guess I'd need to talk to Edith about that.”
“Is it something you'd even want?”
I had no way of answering that question. Chris would be okay with it, of course. However, there was Liz. The closer I got to her, the more possessive she acted and I couldn't deny the feelings that we're developing between us. I had no idea how she was going to react to everything that transpired this evening.
After a few seconds, Karen noticed the befuddled look on my face.
“Just think about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
She leaned in and gave me a wet, passionate kiss.
Just then, Edith approached us.
“I hope both of you had just as good of a time as I did.”
Both Karen and I broke into little smiles.
“I think that's safe to say,” I said.
“There's a couple things I need to discuss with Karen and George, would you wait for me in my study, it won't take long.”
“Of course.”
I gave Karen a polite smile, collected my boots I'd removed earlier, and made my way towards the study. Just as I was sitting down in the large chair in front of Edith's desk, Geoffrey entered the room.
“May I get you a drink, Mistress?”
“Jack Daniels, neat.”
He poured the whiskey and handed it to me while keeping his eyes pointed on the floor.
“Do you require anything else, Mistress?”
“No, that'll be all.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He quickly left the room and I pulled out my cell phone to text Chris.
“Talking to Edith now, I'll be heading home shortly.”
Just as I put my phone away, Edith entered the room and sat behind her desk.
“That was one hell of a session,” she said.
“I agree.”
“Are you okay with everything we did?”
She's giving me aftercare?
“We broke a lot of ground tonight. Many of the things we did were ‘firsts’ for me, but I'm okay with everything.”
“You made quite an impression on both of them, but especially her.”
“I hope that's a good thing.”
“It is.”
She thought for a moment.
“They can be difficult to please at times, but they left happy this evening.”
I took a sip of my drink.
“She wants to see you again.”
Our eyes met.
“She’s your client, how would you feel about that?”
“It was very evident that you two had a connection.”
“We did, I just don’t know what to make of it yet.”
“I’m okay with whatever you decide, Greta… They'll be back, regardless.”
“To be honest, we had such a full evening, I just need some time to reflect and put it all in perspective.”
“Take as much time as you need.”
I took another sip of my drink.
“She did ask me to give you this.”
Edith slid a business card across her desk. I picked it up and examined it.
“Karen Hathaway Designs”
“She's an interior decorator?” I said incredulously.
She broke into a little smile.
“I know, right? I guess it takes all kinds.”
I took another sip of my whiskey which drained the glass.
“There's also the matter of this.”
She reached into her desk and pulled out a thick, yellow envelope.
“I don't need to count this, do I?” I said jokingly.
She smiled.
“Actually, it’s a little light.”
She reached back into her desk and pulled out five, one-hundred dollar bills and placed them on top of the envelope.
“For the additional hour.”
“Thank you,” I said shyly.
A few seconds passed as we sat across from each other in silent contemplation.
“If you're not busy, I'll take you to lunch on Monday. There's a certain young man who's been requesting a session with two Dommes for quite a while now. So if you're interested, don't plan anything for next weekend.”
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To be continued...
