Chapter 04
A little more than a year has passed, and a lot has happened to me in that time.
Andrew moved me into His large house. He is my one and only Master, and i would
do anything for Him...... Yes, i am a submissive woman. i'm proud of this
fact. i can now be myself, truely be myself. Sometimes it hurts, emotionally
and physically, to be this way. But god, the highs are sometimes beyond my
ability to cope. They leave me gasping in pleasure and amazement.
Andrew and i settled into a routine that W/we both felt comfortable with. W/we
both have jobs and i wanted to keep mine, which He found amusing but assented
to. As it turned out it was just as well, or i may have been tearing my hair
out in frustration and boredom. His business trips took Him out of the country
for five days a month. i was just becoming accustomed to being alone again and
Him being away... but of course Sir would not let me forget who i am...
i had been masturbating. It's something i am allowed to do if He is not here,
or unless directed otherwise. (i find myself masturbating, sometimes lazily,
sometimes frantically, quite often these days.) It pleases Andrew to see me
aroused. And He tells me it pleases Him to know i am not neglecting my desires.
It pleases me too! And i hadn't been told i wasn't allowed. So i was passing
the time after a long day, hoping for a phone call from Him, just to hear His
voice... i had been laying on O/our bed and had attached some clamps to my
nipples and was touching myself and slowly building to orgasm, dreaming of my
Master and the heights He had taken me to. And then, the most frustrating thing
happened. There was a knock at the door, a very demanding knock....
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dominique and I have been together for some time now. Time really has flown.
Sometimes I wonder whether I am falling behind in her development, satisfied in
a sort of "comfort zone". I know it is My right to push her limits. I also
know I have a responsibility to Myself, to provide Myself with a submissive best
equipped to provide Me with the pleasure I desire and enjoy.
I also have a responsibility to dominique, to push her limits and to help her
become the submissive she desires to be. Please don't misunderstand Me... if I
were to be frozen in time right now, I would leave this life a happy, satisfied,
and pleased Man. But I am not being frozen in time... And finding new
challenges, that are truly compatible with what I want for Myself and for
dominique, means putting My mind to work and taking advantage of the
opportunities that present themselves.
Being a Dominant is hard work... ok so I am smiling to Myself, but its true!
One needs to be supremely confident of the choices He or She makes on anothers
behalf, and to be prepared to follow a plan to reach the desired goal. Knowing
another better than they know themselves is no mean feat. Having a submissive
that is willing to do exactly as You ask is like finding a rare gem. No matter
how hard or difficult a trauma One's submissive may be subjected to, there has
to be a reason. In other words, and within clear limits, "the end justifies the
means".
I was away on business when I had an idea. I had on occasion toyed with the
thought of sharing dominique with some of My Dominant friends. I had even
mentioned it in passing to her. Something like "Don't you think Paul is cute?"
To be honest I really am madly in love with her. So the reason for actually
arranging for her introduction to My friends, on a more personal basis, must be
seen in context.
I am so proud of her. I am so proud of her I feel like I could put her through
almost anything and she would succeed. Even lap it up. I *wanted* to show her
off. Yes, male ego perhaps, but even more than that, I wanted her to be aware
of how good she was to Me. And, I wanted to give her something. Some pleasure,
even though I was gone fairly frequently. And though she used to complain about
My absences, she hadn't in a while. Why didn't she complain? I thought about
that for a few days. I wondered whether she too was in a "comfort zone". I
came to some decisions, and I rang Paul.
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i threw myself out of the bed and wrapped a robe around myself, wondering who
might be at the door. i hoped it was Andrew, but dismissed the thought as He
would have let Himself in. i wondered how i looked as i briefly caught a
glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror and ran my fingers through my hair
before opening the big front door.
There stood Paul, one of Andrew's two closest friends. He looked at me
intently, His eyes running slowly up and down the length of me. i felt terribly
under-dressed and vulnerable and instantly wished i had changed or thrown on
something more appropriate. i went to speak and He held up His hand to stop me.
Yes, Paul is also a Dominant. And He's gorgeous!
"Andrew asked Me to check on you and make sure you weren't getting up to no
good."
i smiled and nodded and stepped back opening the door for Him. He just stood
there. "Please come in Sir," i said.
"Thankyou dominique I will." i just knew He could see the flush in my cheeks
from my earlier escapades. That made me blush even more.
Paul walked straight into the sitting room off the entranceway. i followed and
stopped in the doorway. "May i get You anything Sir? A drink or a coffee?"
"Scotch on the rocks please dominique, and make yourself one too."
"Yes Sir."
i trotted off to get the drinks and made His. i don't really like scotch so i
made myself a vodka and orange. It was about 10.30 pm. i returned with the
drinks on a tray and brought them over to where He sat comfortably in Andrew's
chair. I didn't know if He knew it was Andrew's. i was standing in front of Him
and holding out the tray for Him to take His drink, and i smiled. He had a funny
look in His eye as He looked up at me from His drink. His eyes narrowed and a
wash of strange anticipation came over me.
"What is happening?" i suddenly thought.
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Paul and I have known each Other for a long time. We speak regularly and
exchange ideas. I trust Him and He trusts Me. We have no secrets, only
omissions: things We are yet to tell each Other. It was on this basis that I
called Him.
"Paul, it's Me."
"Hey Andrew! How's the trip going?"
"Great buddy, Paris is wonderful at this time of year."
"Yeah, yeah, so I've heard. So to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Well, I was thinking.... and I had an idea..."
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"Two things dominique." Paul admonished, "First, I told you to make yourself a
scotch on the rocks, not whatever you liked, and second, that is no way to serve
a guest of your Master's."
I went to protest but He held up His hand again. i was starting to get wet and
was struggling with what was happening. If only He had arrived ten minutes later
i would have felt more composed.
"Don't put down the tray dominique. Pick up your drink and finish it. Then go
and make yourself a scotch on the rocks and return. And serve it the way your
Master would have you serve Me."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir." I unsteadily held the tray in one hand, it was heavy! i
had to finish my drink quickly or i felt like i might drop the tray. I finished
it in two gulps and He waved His hand dismissing me to fix another drink. i did
so quickly and returned. Once again i approached Him in Andrew's chair and
briefly wondered if my Master knew Paul was here. Paul answered as if He was
reading my mind.
"Andrew called Me today and asked Me to look in on you, to make sure you weren't
slipping in His absence. Now would you please serve Me properly before you rest
easy and enjoy your drink."
By now i was on autopilot. On the outside i was walking closer to Him, crouching
down and placing the tray at His feet, moving as gracefully as I could to my
knees and picking up the tray again, lifting it up and bowing My head. On the
inside i was going crazy.
"Thankyou dominique. Relax and enjoy your drink."
"Thankyou Sir." i sat back on my heels and placed the tray beside me. i picked
up my glass and sipped at the strong liquor. Why didn't Andrew warn me Paul was
coming over? What's going on? Is Paul allowed to punish me if i do wrong? Or...
or... gosh what is He allowed to do to me? ...and why am i so hot all of a
sudden?
"Are you alright dominique?"
"Yes Sir," i said without hesitating, "i've just been busy doing housework this
evening and i'm a little tired."
Paul looked right at me with that intense look of His and i felt He knew i had
lied. i dont know how He did but He knew straight away. After a moment He said
softly and intently, "I don't believe you. What have you been doing? I see you
dressed in a robe with clearly nothing underneath. Why are you so nervous, is
there anyone else here?" i was completely taken aback. i thought he was going to
say i was doing something else, maybe masturbating like i was, not hiding
someone and cheating on my Master - god!
"Anyone else! Why Sir there is no wa..."
"Answer Me!"
"i..i.. i am alone Sir i promise, i was um... masturbating when You arrived Sir,
that is why i am not properly dressed." i burnt with shame at my admission. What
was possessing me to confess to Him? He was NOT my Master, He's not! i sat up
straight and pushed my shoulders back.
"Sir, i am very pleased You looked in on me, and as You can see i am perfectly
fine on my own. But thank You for dropping by."
"Are you trying to get rid of Me dominique?"
"Um no Sir, i just meant if You were busy or if You had somewhere else..." i
looked up at Him and saw in His eyes that my words were not having their desired
effect. His chiseled features seemed to harden further as i spoke and my words
died a lonely death. It was silent for a long moment before Paul spoke again.
"Am I to assume that you expect Me to report 'all is well' to Andrew when you
have greeted Me at the door half dressed, you chose your own drink when I told
you to have a scotch, you chose to offer Me My drink in a manner unbecoming, and
you lied to Me when questioned?"
i gasped and my hand covered my mouth. Now i was really ashamed... God Andrew
will be so disappointed. i was really in for it now...
"Answer Me!"
"No Sir, i wouldn't expect a good report Sir..." More silence.
"Well dominique, I propose W/we ensure that you are properly disciplined right
now, to ensure some continuity in your good behaviour while Andrew is out of
town." i didn't like the way that sounded. "Where is your paddle dominique?"
"Um, paddle Sir? You don't actually intend to paddle me without Andrew being
present do You? i mean i don't know if..."
"dominique..."
"Y..Y..Yes Sir?"
"When I say Andrew called Me to look in on you, I can assure you He also gave Me
very strong instructions as to how to deal with you if what I saw was not up to
standard. He has given Me free reign, dominique, *completely* free reign.
Perhaps you would like to call Him and question Him yourself?"
i realised i could cop a hiding here so i sipped my drink and composed myself
before looking up at Him through my bangs. I could feel myself getting gooey at
the thought of a punishment, but i couldn't let Him know that, it wouldn't be
right... would it?
i smiled as sweetly as i could, and said, "Sir, i am very sorry for doubting
you. i promise i will not question You or hesitate again, if it is my Master's
wish."
"Very good dominique, I am pleased to hear it... Now where is that fucking
paddle?"
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"I think it's time to broaden dominique's horizons..."
"What are You getting at?"
"I'm going to take her up to Dean's place by the lake..."
"I thought dominique was off limits..."
"she was..."
"And?"
"And... that's where You come in My good friend..."
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i couldn't believe it as i got up. i couldn't believe it as i walked over to
the sideboard and opened it. i couldn't believe it when i took out the paddle
and held it in my hands, staring down at it. No-one else had ever paddled me,
or spanked me or anything! How would i react? All i knew was that i didn't want
to displease my Master... but i was hot and turned on and i hoped my Master
wasn't testing me.
i felt like i was losing control of the situation. i looked at Paul and
wondered what it would be like, and He nodded at me and smiled that boyish smile
of His... i didn't realise until that moment that there were tears flowing down
my cheeks so i quickly brushed them away with the back of my hand. i was so
confused. Was i thinking too much? Or not enough?
i trudged back to Paul. i knelt down before Him and offered my paddle up to
Him. i was starting to feel woozy... maybe it was the rush of alcohol, but i
have lately begun to get intense rushes across my skin at merely the thought of
being punished. i hate hate hate disappointing my Master... but oh mmmm i just
swoon with pleasure as He gives me what He wants... and what i desire...
my blush was racing up my neck and coursing across my cheeks as i thought to
speak, "Please forgive me Sir, and punish me as You would expect my Master to."
"you have come a long way dominique. But I am going to do this for your own
good. Stand and lean over the back of the large overstuffed chair there," He
said pointing. i wondered if Paul knew how many times my Master had disciplined
me bent over that very chair. i still felt like i was on a runaway train and
there was nothing i could do about it. Where will this end? What if He tries
to fuck Me? i don't think i could stop Him! It's not fair it's not fair... i
wish Andrew would call... OH MY GOD!
At that moment Paul chose to lift my robe and exposed my behind. A stinging slap
zinged through my ass and i bit my lip and i whimpered. My feet were locked
together and i was bent right over.
"Spread your legs you stupid slut."
Oh my god oh my god... He shouldn't be here what am i doing it's not fair i
mustn't let my Master down no please don't touch me it's not fair...
"Stop thinking dominique. And listen to Me." His fingers were brushing over my
ass.
i struggled to compose myself, "Yes Sir, sorry Sir i am listening..."
"Andrew and Dean and I have been very good friends for a long time. Our
friendship is stronger than My feelings for you, and far stronger than your
feelings for Me..."
"But..."
"Shut up and listen..." i bit my lip. "I like you dominique, but I like you
much more when you are well behaved, and when I can tell Andrew that you were a
good girl for Me. Do you understand?" i nodded vigorously... its not a good
idea to rankle a Man with a paddle in His hand.
"How many dominique?"
"Ten Sir?"
"Very well, I would have thought five but you should know how many you deserve
better than I. Brace yourself."
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"Well, what do You want Me to do?"
"Well Paul, I want You to shake her up a bit, ...... a lot really.... I want
her to be blissfully unaware of what is happening, so I am not going to tell
her. I want You to check in on her and let nature take its course. You
understand Paul, that for one evening, I am giving her to You, don't you...."
"Yes I do. And it will certainly be a pleasure Andrew. How do You want her to
feel afterward?"
"Confused, ashamed, fearful of My reaction. You can tell her I said it was ok,
but don't let her call Me to confirm. I want her mind doing cartwheels."
"And then what... You might lose her."
"Don't fool Yourself My friend. dominique is utterly in love with Me... I just
want her to understand that she is unashamedly at My disposal, that I can and
will do whatever I have a whim to do with her. It's a good plan My friend."
"Well... all I know is that I am going to enjoy this."
"You are going to love it. Remember I trust You to carry out My wishes Paul."
"Leave it with Me."
"I already have."
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i did brace myself. i clenched my teeth as tightly as my fists in the fabric of
the chair. i shrieked and held as tight as i could through each of the wallops.
The tears coursed down my face again but before i knew it He whacked me one as
hard as Master ever had and He counted ten. Then it was over. my breath was
wheezing in and out of my lungs, my heart going a mile a minute, and my ass
burnt like crazy. i could feel myself dripping as i always did and i buried my
face in my hands in shame.
"It's alright dominique."
i felt Him lifting me by the shoulders into a standing position, my burning ass
against His clothed but clearly aroused cock. He put His arms around me and told
me how beautiful i was. In moments His hands were under my robe gently holding
then massaging my aching breasts, pinching my nipples and rolling them in His
fingers. God i was so aroused.
All the feelings from being interrupted earlier, a little alcohol, my most
obvious submission to Him, to my confusion and my punishment, even being
punished over the same chair my Master often had. It all seemed to double how
hot i might have felt otherwise. He really is a yummy man and feeling His
hardness against me made me melt in His insistent hands.
And yet, my mind fought my body, begging Andrew's forgiveness for my weakness.
i should have been doing more to stop Paul. But i didn't know whether i should
or not... it wasn't fair! i was being led into O/our bedroom by my hand and i
knew my clamps and vibrator strewn across the bed met Paul's eyes as He entered.
"The scene of the crime..." He muttered.
Paul threw me on the bed and i started to back up on my elbows breathing hard.
He grasped me by the ankles and pulled me down to the bottom of the bed. i just
flopped back and closed my eyes, praying that my Master would forgive me.
Not a word was spoken as He stripped quickly and laid my robe aside. He climbed
onto me and slid His very hard and very thick cock straight into me. He was no
match for my Master in length but by god He stretched me good. In no time i
had given into my passion. i felt so weak. So ashamed. i swore and cursed Him
for His endurance as He fucked me through three orgasms. He fucked me fast,
then slow, then fast again. It was agonisingly frustrating and blissfully good.
He was driving me insane with pleasure again, when He stopped. i could feel Him
throbbing inside me. He said He was very close. Then He pulled out.
i lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath. When i opened my eyes He was
gone. i got up on very shaky legs. i had to sit down again a moment. i was
literally sitting in my juices. God i had been so well fucked. i was finding
it hard to remember why i felt guilty. i mean, i felt repulsed by my weakness,
embarrassed by my sluttiness, and guilty and confused (not knowing what would
please my Master). But mostly i felt well fucked! i wondered where He went.
i went to the living room and found Him standing with His back to me, and i
couldn't see what he was doing. He turned around and saw me there holding onto
the door frame looking at Him. He has a lovely body. i was thinking He might
be 40? At the most? i wasn't sure. His cock was thick and shiny as He fisted
it. He started coming towards me and i held up my hands to hold Him off. i
told Him W/we shouldn't be doing this and Andrew would find out and i didn't
want to hurt Him. He just hushed me like i didn't know what i was saying. my
robe still hung from my shoulders and Paul took My wrists and turned me around.
He took the belt of the robe and tied my hands behind me.
He said, "Sweet dominique, Andrew is the One who told Me to come over here...
and to fuck you."
i was just shocked. i started to cry again and Paul turned me around and
started kissing me. He was telling me everything would be ok. That Andrew
wanted me to be happy. I felt Him pick me up. But instead of carrying me back
to the bedroom, He carried me the few steps to the overstuffed chair. I thought
He was going to paddle me again. But He laid me face down over it and instead
pushed His thick cock back into me!
i could feel His cock stretching me and He felt all oily and very smooth. It
felt so good. i started cursing under my breath again, "fuck, fuck mmm
fffuck..."
Paul was grabbing my ass and then I felt His oiled finger slide into me. Then
back and forth. The sensation reminded me of when my Master did it. i felt
dizzy. He pushed a thumb into my ass, then it felt like He pushed in the other
thumb and was prising me apart. All the while He was fucking me into oblivion.
i just let myself go and relaxed with the feelings like my Master had taught me.
Paul must have been satisfied because He pulled out of my hot and squelching
pussy and thrust hard into my ass. i screamed! For a moment i thought i was
torn but the hot pain subsided as He held himself within me, and a burning fire
of delight was lit. He felt so much thicker than my Master, but thankfully not
quite so long. But oh my god! It hurt... That first thrust knocked the wind
out of me and my scream was delayed a second. i was squirming, pleading with
Him. Then i felt Him push the last of Himself into me. i moaned. Then i
realised i moaned, and i moaned again! He slowly slid back and forth about an
inch. It wasn't burning and Paul was telling me how good and tight i felt.
He was rocking against me gently and the strokes were ever so slowly becoming
longer and longer. His hands were holding me around my waist and He was rocking
me back on Him. Then He started pulling out and i held Him as best I could with
my ass. He was almost all the way out and i thought maybe He was done when He
slammed His cock back in. All the air whooshed out of me again. It was so
incredible. He did it over and over. i could hear Him groaning and working for
His cum. i felt so slutty having a different cock in my ass. i'd only ever had
one. God it felt good. Then i felt His hands reaching around and under me.
And then His fingers deftly massaged my clit. i went wild! Moaning and
thrashing and i came so hard and so long. my whole body felt like it was having
a seizure or something. And He kept on fucking me harder and harder and just as
i was about to cum again a gush of heat filled my ass and i exploded! He held
me tight in His hands while i shuddered uncontrollably and i could hear Him
saying "so good... so good..." over and over...
He told me what a good girl i'd been and that He hoped Andrew would invite Him
over again and He smiled.
"Pack a bag for the weekend for yourself and for Andrew," He added.
Then He dressed and in moments He was gone and i was climbing into the shower...
it was 2 am.... i was exhausted....
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I, of course, spent many a moment in My hotel room, pondering how dominique
would cope, and was coping. It was the very night Paul was going to visit her
that I realised with the time difference, her 'ordeal', if it could be called
that, would have been over. I wanted to call her, to reassure her everything
was ok, but that would have defeated the purpose of putting her off balance in
the first place. she had to stew for a bit, and I had a couple of days work
before I flew home.
So instead I called Dean. I knew He'd still be up...
"Dean buddy, it's Andrew.."
"Hey long time no hear Andrew..."
"Yes it has been a while My friend... and don't forget You owe Me a beer!"
I listened as He laughed to Himself.
"Yeah no problem, next time I see Ya... so how's it going? Still with that
gorgeous slut of Yours? What's her name?"
"dominique."
"Yeah dominique... what a beauty, when are you gonna give Me a crack at her
buddy?"
"Jeez mate, You think You could be a bit less keen? What would gigi say if she
heard You talking like that?"
"Ha ha ok now that was funny..."
"I've still got it My friend!"
"Alright, alright... Hey You know Y/you are welcome up here anytime this summer
Bud..."
"Yeah well that's what I was calling about... W/we might just take You up on
that standing invite..."
"You know You are always welcome Andrew, but do You think dominique will be up
for it?"
"Yeah... that's the plan..."
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Two days later Andrew came home.
i was so scared. i still didn't know whether the whole thing was a trick of
Paul's, or if Andrew had really arranged it all. i had thought a lot about what
had happened. i could remember Andrew talking about Paul in a sexual way, but i
thought He was kidding. i didn't know what to think, and i hadn't heard from
either of them since.
i was approaching frantic in the emotional stability stakes.
On the day of His expected return, Andrew called me at work. He told me to go
straight home after work and give the playroom a "once over". He also told me
to prepare various toys, restraints and oils for His pleasure. i tried to say
something about what happened but nothing would come out of my mouth. i was
still so ashamed. i decided to tell Him first thing after seeing Him. i was
going to beg His forgiveness and endure whatever punishment He graciously chose.
i had been so weak in my resistance of Paul. God the clock moved slowly that
day...
Finally i was ready for Him and i knelt in the living room oiled from head to
toe and blindfolded. Everything was laid out as He wanted it. i waited and
waited silently on my knees on the soft carpet. It seemed like hours. Finally
i heard the door open and i could smell His aftershave. But He didn't say
anything. i could hear Him moving around and heard Him picking up some of the
things i put out. my heart was beating so hard. And i was suddenly very
aroused, i was so wet and throbbing and my nipples were rock hard.
Then i felt Him in front of me. i started to speak, to explain. He told me to
open my mouth, and not say a word. And to put my hands behind my back and keep
them there. i did as He said and He slowly pushed His hard cock into my mouth.
i love to suck Him but this was different.
He was angry.
He grabbed my hair on either side of my head and fucked my mouth hard. i could
barely keep up. And it was so hard to balance. Andrew kept talking to me all
the time as He thrust in and out until He was hitting the back of my throat.
"Suck it you cocksucking slut... Move your fucking tongue..."
i have never been able to take Him down my throat because He is so long. i was
so scared. He was really thrusting hard and making me gag. He said He just
wanted to see a cock bulging in my throat. i was trembling and crying because i
knew He was angry and had found out.
Then a voice said,"maybe she'll like Mine".
It was Paul!
i froze.
Andrew pulled His cock out of my mouth.
i started pleading with Him.
He told me to shut up and open my mouth. Paul's hard cock suddenly filled it.
In moments i was sucking it and He drove it all the way to the back of my
throat. They talked to each other about my mouth and how it felt... it was like
I wasn't there.
"Swallow Him down My little cocksucker... make Me proud of you."
And somehow i did. i swallowed Paul's thick cock. i felt at least two inches
in my throat. Andrew came up behind Me and put His hands gently around my
throat. They were talking to each other but i was in Disneyland. i felt like i
was about to pass out when Paul suddenly came down my throat. i could feel the
heat of His warm cum. i was running out of air and was dizzy. And sobbing.
Then suddenly i could breathe again as Paul withdrew. Andrew came round to my
front and picked me up by my waist and led me over to a large leather chair.
He sat down and pulled me onto His lap and impaled me on His cock. i felt so
full. i needed to cum so bad. And i needed to make Him happy. i could feel
His fingers digging into my hips holding me still. He whispered in my ear with
a growl in His voice.
"Paul told Me you lied to Him, resisted Him, told Him no, and told Him to stop.
Is this true dominique?"
"Yes Sir, it is true," i gasped, "i resisted Him at first but i couldn't stop
Him."
He told me Paul was checking on me at His request and would be doing so in the
future. He told me any time Paul felt like i needed fucking or i needed
discipline that He was allowed anything. i was trying so hard not to cum.
Andrew said that I was not allowed to fuck just A/anyone who came into O/our
house, but certain people would be allowed use of my body and that i was NEVER
to resist T/them. He growled at me and made sure i understood. Then He
started fucking me very hard. When W/we had both cum, i sat in His lap, still
blindfolded, and He questioned me on everything Paul and i did. Everything.
What i had liked, how it felt, whether it had hurt. All while Paul was still
standing there. i was getting aroused all over again.
i felt Paul come up behind me and He started pinching my nipples and rolling
them in His fingers just like i like it. He must have got the nod from Andrew
because i felt myself being lifted from Andrew's lap and carried into the
bedroom. The whole time He was telling me how much He loved fucking me. Paul
bent me over and spread oil all over my ass and into my asshole with His
fingers. He didn't waste time sliding into me. The pain was much less this
time. i was moaning loudly and in a few thrusts He was buried. He took hold of
my breasts and pulled me into a standing position and continued fucking my ass
slowly. He told me to lace my fingers behind His neck and put one foot on the
bed for balance. As i did i felt Andrew's warm wet mouth take a nipple and suck
it inside. Then the other. Then back again. Then sucking and biting. i was
starting to go insane again. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it and
squeezing it hard. i saw stars. i had already started cumming as He stood up
and slid His cock into my wet, aching and convulsing pussy. i'd never had two
cocks inside me before. i thought i was being split in two and was calling both
Their names.
They were thrusting together, lifting me off the ground, rocking me back and
forth. Then there was an explosion that started in my abdomen and spread out
like fingernails scraping over my skin. i started to shake and shudder and
heard myself screaming from far away. A red curtain dropped itself over my eyes
and i was consumed by darkness.
i woke up a little later with a Man on either side of me, welcoming me back and
caressing my body. Stroking and licking and kissing me. God i was so sore but
so thoroughly satisfied. Then They rolled me over and massaged me from head to
toe. It was heavenly. Andrew told me a bath had been run for me and to go get
in it and He would wash me. i guess He saw Paul out. When He returned He
washed me softly all over, telling me how much He loved me, and to never be
ashamed of my desires, or of His. And to remember what He said about sharing my
body with those He chose. i was bold and asked if He would please be a bit more
explicit next time. Who and when etc. He said He would think about it.
i feel quite afraid about these O/others. my so called instincts tell me it's
wrong. Then i wonder why, when it pleases my Master and i get pleasure too.
But to give myself to a complete stranger... it's very scary. Perhaps Andrew is
thinking ahead or something. Maybe He is thinking i am too comfortable and i am
taking Him for granted. i don't think i am. Maybe i just think too much. Then
i remember it's not me giving myself to someone, it's Andrew. i feel a bit
better thinking about it like that. In any case, i am on tenterhooks wondering
what Andrew has planned for the weekend. While washing me all over He told me
to pack a bag full of goodies and that W/we were going to leave for Dean's cabin
first thing in the morning, to spend the weekend.
i'm sure i fell asleep smiling with my Master's arms wrapped tightly around me.
i couldn't stay awake even though He was caressing me softly and talking in my
ear about how happy He was to be home and how good i had been. i was dozing off
when He said something about the weekend being a hard one for me. That it was
time to be good for Him or something. His words hadn't really registered, and i
didn't remember He had said them until much later...
