The build up lasted all week with texts asking how I liked to be touched, shared pictures and wished good mornings and a bit of friendly competition where the big winner turned out to be Sir. He allowed me to read their texts and when she called him Sir, my fingers found their way into my panties and worked their way into my wetness until I shuddered in orgasm. My body simmered all week, and my mind wandered often, wondering what she looked like under her clothes, how she tasted, what kind of sounds she would make when she came. I love teetering in anticipation, imagining how it will all play out, dreaming of giggles and moans and contented sighs, and by the time Friday arrived, I was buzzing.
The three of us sat down for dinner, a nervous energy wafted through the air between us as we shared tapas at a tiny table. She wore red, bright against her pristine skin, the dress hugged and flared, showing off her soft curves. We talked about all sorts of topics but skirted what was on all our minds, sex.
As soon as we got back to the house, he took control, we gave it willingly. We walked in the door to find him sitting on the couch, relaxed, reclined, tawse in hand ready for our punishment. She’d earned eight swats throughout the week, and I purposefully forgot to perform a task so that she wouldn’t be punished alone. I felt that having a friend by her side would make it easier for her, it made it easier for me. Punishments always get me wet, a warmed bottom, hands on my bare skin, my submission materialized into a physical act, but watching her bend over and lift her skirt for him, the stark crack of the leather against her skin followed by a pained moan really got me going.
He instructed us to remove each other’s clothing, and as I nervously slid her panties down, I tried to take in everything I’d been imagining all week, the trim of her soft hair, the shape of her vulva, the scent of her skin. We held hands as he inspected us, his large hands spreading our legs wide, his fingers checking between the folds of our cunts and tweaking our nipples. The build-up prolonged, the maestro tormented us with time and teasing. He told us to kneel on the sofa, asses out, and one at a time, he inserted a plug inside each of us. I kissed her, my lips begging hers to open for me, and my mind focused on the taste of her mouth, her softness. I heard him praise her as the stainless steel slipped easily inside, and her kisses intensified. We both breathed a sigh of relief once we were filled, the hard part over.
Go get dressed for the evening. His instructions were short and clear, and we padded off to my room to decorate ourselves in lingerie. She wore emerald green lace and I was in fuchsia, two gemstones ready to be cut and polished by our maker. I’m so wet already! I whispered to her as we made our way back to him, turning to show him what we’d chosen for him. He nodded in approval, a wicked smile graced the corners of his mouth. The tease was over, time for the show to begin.
We started on the couch, two mouths, one cock, dancing tongues and bobbing heads. I remember her head between my legs, her tongue pressing with the perfect amount of pressure while Sir did his best to distract her, working a vibrator between her legs until she shuddered and collapsed into my thigh. Then we were on the floor in a pile, Sir and I side by side lapping at her deliciously sweet cunt as she writhed beneath us. She fucked me from behind, one end of the vibrating dildo inside her and the other probing my slippery hole.
We were high on sensation and climax, our sensitive bits tingling and tender when Sir suggested it was time for some pain. He strapped her to the cross, cuffed and spread, and I could see her nerves, a vibration of excitable energy rippling through her body. I wanted to go to her, to touch her, but this was Sir’s moment. He positioned me below her, wand at the ready to gently tease between her spread legs. He used the cane first, then the dragon tail, alternating between the stinging tail and the thuddy braided handle. I slipped a finger inside her to feel her clench and pulse with each impact. He used the flogger in quick rhythmic strikes, the breeze from its swing swirled down her back and over her round ass to kiss my skin with a burst cool air.
Sir directed me to lie across from her on the bench, the wand pressed into my clit. I watched him play with her, pacing and pawing like a cat tormenting its prey. His face dipped in close to hers, a murmured exchange. His hands roamed her pale skin, brushed her pink bottom, pinched a tender cheek. She squeaked and lurched, moaned and arched as he played with her body.
He waited until I was at the apex about to come crashing down before he turned his attention to me. Cane then dragon tail, snaps and stings followed by deep thuds. My skin sang under the attention of the flogger. I melted into it like ice cream, the pain became sweet, and I rose higher towards to precipice of climax. I came as she squealed, his large hands leaving star shaped prints on her rainbow bottom.
We collapsed onto the bed, a giggling trio of entangled limbs and sweaty skin, snacking on Caramel M&Ms. There was still one more needed orgasm. Sir had played with us for hours, a long slow build up of pleasure, pain and release and it was his turn. We share a fantasy, Sir and I, where I am tied up and made to watch while another woman gives him pleasure. He fastened me to the cross facing outwards and stuffed her pretty panties in my mouth, a single person audience to her own private show with no way to cheer or clap for the performers. I watched as she took him in her mouth and deep into her throat. I heard her choke and gag herself on his cock, and I heard him answer back with moans and grunts of his own. I writhed against my bonds, the heat rising in me as I watched him fuck her face. He came in her open mouth. She sauntered over to me, ripped her panties from between my lips and kissed me, feeding me what he’d given her, sharing a tiny bit of the experience with me.
The night ended with snuggles and sleepy conversation, fingers idly playing with nipples and frisky feet finding warmth under hairy thighs. Fingers intertwined, contented sighs, soft blankets, lazy giggles and wishes for more time. Goodnight kisses and see you laters. And, it seems we will see her later. Sooner than later, I hope!