Saturday, June 23, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday 06/23

This week's six is from a short story I'm waiting to hear back on. I really hope it gets the green light because it's my first time writing about pet play. This excerpt is not explicitly pet play but I think it shows the depth of feelings that can arise when you open yourself up to someone completely...
And when he said he was ready to go down and clean me up with his tongue he could see that lust was sending such strong tremors through my body it was hard to move. So he swept me up in his arms, laid me back on the bed and kissed all down my torso, whispering his sweet placations into my skin: shh, you’re doing such a good job, trying so hard, you’re so beautiful, you’re my good girl, you’re a good puppy, nice pet.
When he arrived at my pussy he made good on his promise. It felt like hours he was down there, it honestly did. He spread my legs wide, held my lips open even wider so I felt opened up, like there really could be nothing left to hide, I was all unlocked, there could be no more secrets.
Indeed, there was no need for secrets with him.
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Friday, June 22, 2012

The Club (a continuation from The Unicorn)

If you haven't already, read the first part of this story here.

She set the alarm. And then Mistress Carla played my wife’s pussy like an instrument, plucking away with her tongue, strumming assuredly with her fingers. Wifey moaned and sighed and occasionally thrust her hips up, then seemed to remember herself, and visibly made herself relax. ‘You really like having your pussy eaten, don’t you, you greedy little slut?’ Carla said, looking up from between wifey’s thighs. My wife mumbled an embarrassed assent. ‘Does your darling husband do this for you a lot?’ A pause. ‘Answer me!’ she said, and began tonguing her hard.
‘Yes! Yes!’ wifey called out as her hips bucked. ‘He’s amazing at it!’
‘Is he now?’ Carla’s eyes narrowed on me momentarily. And then she did something unexpected.
My wife’s little clitty was a hard, red nub, by now poking out in stiff recrimination from beneath its tiny hood. Mistress gave that sensitive little button a few soft licks, making wifey’s body tense and quiver while she gasped out. Then I watched as Mistress puckered her lips in a perfect brass embouchure around that sensitive bit of flesh, and blow firmly against it, producing a high, faint buzzing noise.
Wifey cried out. Her body immediately went rigid. I could see her arousal sky rocket instantly. Mistress Carla kept up her buzzy assault on wifey’s clit and my poor girl was helpless to control anything. Mistress shoved two fingers inside wifey’s cunt in a final attack, shunting them in and out while continuing to be a mouth vibrator on her button. It was useless. My wife came in loud, powerful waves of ecstasy that seemed to go on and on forever, her body contorting and thrashing against the bindings.
When Mistress had rung every last spasm out of my wife’s pussy with her mouth, she sat up. Stopping the alarm 14 seconds before it was due to sound, she turned to me. Licking my wife’s cum off her lips, she smiled.
‘I can’t wait for you to meet my friends.’
If you listened outside the beautiful gilded doors of the exclusive club you would once again hear giggling, mirth-filled laughter. This time however, it wouldn’t be one sole female voice.
            And if you peeked in? Aw, again! So curious! But this is a very exclusive club. You have to be a member to know what goes on beyond these doors.
            Okay fine, I’ll tell you. But I may have to kill you.
            You’d see me. The same 51 year old man, in some ways. And yet totally changed in others.
            What would you see to start? Well, actually not that much at first. They didn’t just haul me in, tie me up and start touching me. No, these women are much more devious, their torment is infinitely more insidious than that.
            When I arrived at the club with Mistress Carla – after being put through a series of ablutions that included washing, trimming, shaving and waxing my most private areas by a no nonsense Asian man dressed in white – I was placed naked in a room with two other naked men. Our wrists were cuffed behind our backs and we were seated on a padded bench along the wall of this large room. Just the room alone was intimidating as it showcased a whole series of toys of all shapes, sizes and colours, as well as instruments of punishment: whips, floggers, paddles, you name it. And then the furniture. Aside from a king size bed, there was all manner of furniture that at first glance appeared unremarkable until you looked closer and saw the straps and holes in strategically placed areas. I looked at the two men seated down from me. They looked equally stunned and nervous. I wondered if they had been brought here under similar circumstances, if they were “won” away from their wives or girlfriends for a night.
            Finally Mistress Carla entered with two other women. Each of them looked mature, their bodies, scantily clad, without the roundness, the softness of youth. Instead it was obvious that each of these sophisticated women were tight and toned through physical activity, their bodies sculpted at the gym as the gift of youthful splendor receded. They were each different though. The brunette Carla was petite with sexy curves, but still slender. The woman beside her was also petite, slightly Asian in appearance and with fuller curves, more voluptuous. And finally the third woman was tall and blonde, statuesque. Together they made for a mouth-watering feast for the eyes of feminine allure.
            At first they completely ignored us. They put on music, poured each other drinks, and started to dance, having a private girl party all their own. They whispered to each other and laughed and kissed, making delectable all girl sandwiches, taking turns on who got pressed into the middle of the gorgeous sexy trio. Soon their playful kisses turned to full on make out sessions. Clothes started to get discarded, hands were on thighs, breasts, tongues flicked, nipples puckered. The giggling and chatter turned to sighing and moaning. I took a sidelong glance at my neighbours on the bench. As I was, each man was shifting around on the seat uncomfortably, watching in stunned amazement and sporting fast growing erections.
            And still not one of the beautiful creatures looked our way.
            Just when I was beginning to think that the torture would be that we were forced to watch this sexy display while being unable to touch ourselves and then being sent home frustrated, the blonde goddess turned a lustful glance in our direction.
            ‘Well, what little treats have we all brought in today?’ she said. Her gaze panned over the three of us as though she were surveying cakes in a bakery window. ‘Kyomi, which one is yours? You had the winning one last time.’
            The woman who had had Mistress Carla’s nipple in her mouth and had been tonguing it in earnest broke away from her then. She smiled slyly and gestured at the man seated beside me. ‘That’s mine in the middle, Nikki,’ she giggled. ‘To be honest, I’m not expecting much from this one.’
            ‘Oh?’ Nikki asked.
            ‘No,’ Kiyomi sighed. ‘He’s a total premature ejaculator.’ The shame from the man seated beside me was palpable then, I didn’t even have to look at him to know how red he was, how sweaty.
            ‘Why did you bring him then??’ Nikki’s exasperation was plain. ‘The last one you brought kept us entertained all night!’
            ‘I know,’ Kyomi said. She smiled at the man she brought a bit shyly. ‘But you know I have a weakness for the ones who are so cute and helpless! I mean, look at him. Isn’t he adorable?’
            ‘Well might as well get him up here first,’ Nikki said, rolling her eyes. ‘Sounds like we won’t be long with him.
            From experience I can tell you that the only thing more torturous than being in that man’s place and enduring the teasing they then put him through, was being in the place of one of us left on the bench. Left to watch and listen as the man pleaded and begged, knowing all the while that our turn was coming. Indeed the man was quick to approach the finish line. But that didn’t make his torment any less. Over and over they took turns with their hands, easing him to the brink and then denying him release. Since he was fast it didn’t take long but by the fifteenth time his desperation was palpable and my cock throbbed in aching sympathy for his plight.
            ‘Please!’ he intoned. ‘Please. Please let me come.’ He was barely able to stand, still with his hands cuffed behind him. Finally Kyomi spoke up.
            ‘Okay, little boy. I’ll let you come.’ And she knelt down before him, her face a mere inch from his cock, and stuck out her tongue.
            The sight of this exotic beauty before him with her tongue rolled out in invitation before his burgeoning shaft while being flanked by the other two goddesses was too much for the struggling man. You could see his entire body capitulate. He let out a tortured groan and spurted into her mouth.
            Mistress Nikki and Mistress Carla each grabbed an arm as he struggled not to collapse. As for Mistress Kyomi, she never touched the man with her mouth, but caught all of his load on her waiting tongue. Standing up and swallowing she said, ‘Mm. Why is it the premature ejaculators are always so sweet?’
So they did eventually get to me. But not before I was also forced to witness the other man on the bench – a man who Mistress Nikki referred to as her Pain Slut – strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and alternately masturbated by Carla with a Fleshlight and lightly whipped across the back and ass by Nikki with a leather switch. Not being into pain much myself, I watched in amazement as the arousal from the Fleshlight mixed with the pain from the whipping to create a look of torment on his face that was so compelling it made me shudder with what I wasn’t sure was dread or excitement.
            It was probably both.
            Finally the man came, came into the Fleshlight Carla stroked him with while Nikki whipped him and chastised him for liking the pain so much and Kyomi looked on, one hand between her legs.
            And then they got to me.
            At that point I was so aroused by having watched the three nearly naked vixens manipulating helpless men over and over that my cock was twitching and pulsing without anyone even touching it.
            I say it changed me, what happened then. Well, it did. How, you ask? What did they do?
            Did they masturbate me?
            Did they whip me?
            Did they let me come?
            Not even that.
            Mistress Carla went first. She laid back on the bed and beckoned me over with the curl of one finger. Slipping off her skimpy panties she said, ‘Now it’s your turn. You get to be last. And in some ways, the most special. Because you are here to serve.’ She parted her legs as Kyomi came behind me to uncuff my wrists.
Carla’s arousal over the evening’s events was plain, as her pink folds glistened with moisture, her intoxicating scent rising and reaching my senses. I looked in her eyes and suddenly understood my purpose.
‘I have it on reliable authority that you are good with your tongue,’ she whispered.
Mistress Nikki and Mistress Kyomi settled on the bed too, one on either side of Carla as I started my oral worship on her. Normally I like to nuzzle and tease a bit with my lips and tongue on thigh and tummy. But we were both too far gone for that. Her little bud was wet and stiff and I took it between my lips and lapped it the way I was dying for someone to lap the aching tip of my dick. She tipped her head back and moaned out her pleasure, but then looked down again to continue watching me service her with my mouth. I increased my speed a little and pushed a finger inside, then two. Feeling her start to thrust up a bit I kept up the speed for a moment, then backed off a little. Her sigh at that moment made me shift up on the bed a bit, because even the pressure of the bed against my cock while listening to that sigh was too much.
‘Oo, yes, girls, he’s good,’ she moaned. ‘Oh god, wait’ll you get your turn. Fuck!’ she panted, as I upped the speed again, working her gspot with my two digits inside her.
That’s when I realized I would be their oral slave for the night. I would finish servicing Carla, then move to Nikki, over to Kyomi, before Nikki decided she needed it again, this time with me strapped to the bed while she rode my face with her cunt, screaming like the wild banshee she was in that moment.
And during all of my service they rarely touched me. But I stayed hard. And not just because serving three gorgeous women orally is the most intoxicating turn on of my life. But also because they tormented me with comments like:
‘Aw, look at how stiff his prick is! He must be really frustrated.’
‘You have to be a really slutty, naughty little boy to be so turned on by licking pussy.’
‘That’s it. Hold your little cum in your balls. You’re here to please us.’
‘You exist to give us pleasure. If we decide we want pleasure from your fuck stick we’ll let you know. Right now just keep licking.’
In between these comments, one of the two who was not being serviced might stroke my straining shaft quickly, up and down in a few, brief, amazingly arousing strokes. I would groan into the pussy I was licking and then hear giggling. ‘Hold it in, slave boy!’ But that was all.
After Nikki was finished with me, Carla lay down next to where I was restrained on the bed.
‘You’re in luck, slave,’ she said softly, drawing lines down my naked chest, pinching my nipples and making me moan with pent up lust. ‘I’m in the mood to fuck tonight.’ She sat up and moved to straddle me. ‘Just remember: your purpose is as my fuck stick.’ She swung a leg over. ‘So don’t you dare come.’
Oh god, the torturous bliss as she eased her tight, wet snatch down onto my aching rod. I was not normally so eager, I could usually manage some control, but the teasing, the pussy licking, all that I had seen all night, plus the words she had just spoken had me close already. I closed my eyes and battled my urges as she began to ride my cock.
‘Aw, are you close already?’ Carla whispered, no doubt noticing my struggling. ‘You’re in luck because I’m close tonight myself. Your hard cock feels so good. If you can last just a little bit longer, you’ll make me come.’
Oh, how her words did not help the situation! I hovered close, knowing I’d never last watching and feeling her thrash on top of me. But suddenly I felt a sharp, jarring pain on my inner thigh and I yelped out. I looked down to see Mistress Nikki leaning over my legs from the foot of the bed with an evil smile. ‘Thought you could use a little helpful pinch,’ she said.
The pinch of course didn’t slow Carla down. She took advantage of my suddenly decreased arousal and began riding me in earnest, grinding her pussy down hard, fucking herself onto me, over and over. Her orgasm, when it came, was nothing like I’d seen, not soft or lady like, but hard and animalistic. She came, eyes closed, with hard grunts and guttural growls that, I must admit, were way sexier than anything I’d ever seen in porn or real life. At that moment I knew I really was just a pole, a piece of meat for her to assuage her lust. The physical sensation of her pussy contracting around my cock coupled with this feeling of being used as a sex toy made my seed boil in my balls once again.
But Carla was easing herself off of me. ‘Phew!’ she giggled, looking at the girls. ‘That was good.’ She yawned. ‘I don’t know about you girls, but I’m pretty tired. Shall I send this one back now? Call it a night?’
‘Maybe,’ Mistress Kyomi nodded. ‘I have an early Pilates class in the morning.’
‘Mistresses!’ I said, still tied to the bed. ‘Please!’ I glanced down at my throbbing shaft.
The three of them sat blinking at me, then looked at each other. Finally Nikki spoke.
‘I don’t know. Are you in the mood to watch a slave come again?’ she asked the other two.
‘Not really,’ Kyomi said. ‘We watched the first two! I thought this one was our winner, our work horse.’
Oh god! Were they really planning to leave me like this? Send me home with this aching hard on, only to dream about the nights events, hold it in the spank vault?
‘Please, I beg you! I’m desperate!’
‘Shhh,’ Carla spoke to me then, stroking my hair. ‘That really wasn’t what you were for, little boy. But I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a choice. I will stroke you now and make you spurt your little mess, if that’s what you want.’ Oh god, yes it was. ‘Or,’ she went on. ‘Or you can understand that your desire is not relevant here. Here, you exist to please us. And if you understand that and you’d like to choose that option,’ she paused a moment and smiled at the two others, then back at me. ‘Well then… you may return.’
The 51 year old man you see now may look the same. He may sound the same. He may wear the same clothes and do the same job. But let me assure you, he is not the same. I am not the same. I am changed.
            I was not given an orgasm that day. Nor the next time I spent with them, nor the next. I don’t know if they’ll ever let me come with them, if they’ll ever release me in their presence. That is not the point. The point is that I am theirs. When I am there I live to serve them. I put their needs always above my own. I am their toy. Their slave.
            And in being their slave… I am free.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Mistress Carla Addresses the Unicorn Title and More!

I have a treat for you today! The Mistress in the story that I’m currently blogging is based on the real life Ms. Carla Croft. And guess what? She agreed to step into character and let me interview her about her motivations for enslaving our trifling couple. Isn’t that awesome?! Her wisdom humbles me. Here’s what she had to say…

Kyoko: How do you feel about the term "unicorn"? Does it offend you? Or make you laugh?

Carla: It makes me laugh to be honest, all these terms dreamt up by the vanillas to try to define people who can't be defined, who they don't understand. Don't try to define me. Don't try to understand me. I am happy doing what I do. It is natural for me. They miss the point completely.

K: Have you done something like this before - i.e. "captured" a couple in order to have your way with them?

C: Yes I have. These vanillas deserve it. They go out looking for kicks. They think they're going to get someone to play their little sex games their way. Well then they get me. This isn't a game for me. This is real life. This isn't playing at Fifty Shades. This isn't a little bit of fun or slap and tickle. This is the stuff beyond Fifty Shades. This is the stuff they left out or couldn't put in. It's a dangerous night out there and I'm in the shadows. Ha. They don't even see me coming.

K: How long have you had the "club" you mention? How many women are members?

C: The club is well established and there are as many women as men. I'm not going to say anymore.

K: Ah, so kind of like Fight Club then? What happens there stays there?

C: No, not really. What goes on in the club happens in the club but what happens in the club carries on outside. It has an effect on people that lasts into their lives outside the club. In effect they take the club with them into the outside world.

K: I think I’m beginning to understand. Is this how you normally acquire your male slaves? Or are there other methods?

C: There are as many methods as there are slaves. Each slave wants to be ensnared in his own way. The way he presents himself for the trap, the way he sets himself up. Often a sub will just want the illusion of being caught. There isn’t a lot of fun in those take downs. The real prize is the one who doesn’t know, who doesn’t even realise he wants it. The one you really do trap and turn. It is such a turn on to see him awaken in your hands, to wake him up to who he is and what his destiny is. He is asleep until I wake him up. Those moments are rare and wonderful.

K: Do you ever take female slaves, or are they always male?

C: I'll enslave anyone. It's not about who they are it's about what they are.  My dominance is a gift and I like to share it. I do it well. It's not just about dominating people it is about bringing more to them than they know they have. You can make people grow by subjugating them. Ironically, you can set them free. Free from care, free from worry, free from burden. You give them back to themselves magnified without their hang ups and baggage.

No doubt you’ll all want to check out the brilliant Carla Croft. Read about her and her work on her blog here. Comments about the interview? You know I want ‘em! Post below or email me your thoughts. I’m working away on the conclusion to this story so check back soon!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Some News with the Sunday Six!

Happy Sunday to all!

I have some more good news today. Unofficially, since I don't have a contract yet, I'd like to tell you that Affliction - the story I've been posting in chapters here on my blog - has been accepted for publication! And not just as a novella, but as a trilogy! Oh wow, everyone, I'm so very happy and once again so grateful for all of your encouragement along the way. I will give you more details as they solidify and become available. For now though, I am choosing my Sunday Six from the unposted, soon to be published Chapter 8.

Here the poor, afflicted Lillianne considers how she now experiences orgasm - or paroxysm, as her doctor refers to them - at the manipulative hands of her physician:

  And those paroxysms. Now she understood that was what she was doing with the sewing machine when she was at the mill. At least when she worked with the machine and pushed herself over the edge her relief was intense but immediate, controllable and complete. Like swallowing a bite of food. But when the doctor had her in his control, helplessly pinned down and teased to the brink of madness, when she finally managed to stay quiet enough, fought back her urges hard enough, that he deigned it appropriate for her to be eased over the edge, the resulting torrent of sensations as he slowly worked her flesh, rubbed her clitoris in those excruciatingly slow but insistent circles, was so intense that as the waves finally crashed over her, her body racked with spasms, she blacked out. And when she came to, she felt as aroused as ever.

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As ever, thank you all!


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Unicorn

If you were outside the door and heard the uncontrollable giggling emanating from the master bedroom, you might think the people inside were watching the most hilarious movie ever. But then if you stayed and heard the ensuing crying, begging and pleading, you would know otherwise. You might crane your neck, press your ear against the door, to try and hear words to help you figure out this dichotomy. All you would be able to make out, though, would be impassioned pleas of ‘Stop!’ ‘No more!’ ‘Please!’
            What would you see, if you dared to open the door to peek in? Well, wouldn’t you like to know! Could you figure it out from what you saw? It would certainly be a confusing scene to stumble across.
            You’re still here? You still want to know? Okay, twist my arm.
You’d see me, a 51 year old man who should have known better, naked and tied to a chair. You’d see my wife, a woman who, at 44, I still find to be the hottest piece of ass around – save, perhaps, for the other woman in the room, but I’ll get to her – naked and tied spread eagle to our bed. And yes, the other woman. Close in age to my wife. Petite. Brunette. Curvy. Sexy as all hell.
Sounds like a good time, right? That’s what I thought too, when I went online to a website catering to couples who want to find a unicorn. You know what that is, right? No? Urban Dictionary defines it thusly: ‘A bisexual person, usually though not always female, who is willing to join an existing couple, often with the presumption that this person will date and become sexually involved with both members of that couple, and not demand anything or do anything which might cause problems or inconvenience to that couple.’
Considering what happened that last part would be hilarious if things didn’t go so madly awry.
So how does a sexy little minx render two grown adults powerless, completely at her mercy? With drugs. The sly little thing must have slipped rufies or something into our glasses of wine during our cosy little threesome, get-to-know-you soirée because the wife and I both passed out. And when we woke up. Well that’s when everything went pear-shaped.
‘Stop!’ I rasped, all hoarse and weak. Weak from the hour of teasing hand jobs with no release. Weak from watching my wife squirm and struggle and plead at her devious hands. Hoarse from begging on her behalf, on my own. ‘Please!’
‘Please, Carla. Please, no more,’ my wife gasped, her body slumped, her words pathetic.
‘Now that isn’t what I told you to call me,’ Carla said, smiling seductively, trailing her wicked fingers back up my wife’s thigh, heading to that spot once again.
‘Mistress! Sorry! I mean Mistress!’ my wife spluttered, suddenly jolted out of her slump by terror that the torture might continue.
‘Hmm, that’s better,’ our new Mistress said. ‘Since you’re just learning I’ll let it slide. This time.’ I could see the relief all over wifey’s face as Mistress turned her wicked stare to me. I, in turn, stiffened visibly.
She chuckled. ‘You see, I hear him telling me to stop, trying to stick up for you. But it’s a little hard to take him seriously, what with that enormous hard on right in his lap.’
I hung my head in burning shame but nonetheless could feel wifey’s accusatory stare all the same. Because it’s true. My cock was as hard as it’d ever been. It wained slightly, when Mistress stopped her tickle torture and I heard my wife’s sad, meek little pleas. But only slightly. And when she leaned over and taunted her anew, slowly sliding her delicate but strong fingers with those bright red nails up my wife’s smooth pale skin, heading for that spot, those ticklish spots on her hips that Mistress had so deviously discovered, all while my sweet girl pleaded and begged her not to, I knew it was wrong, I knew I was a horrible, twisted, sick man, but I couldn’t help what the sight did to my body. My cock throbbed and twitched in anticipation of seeing my wife’s naked, helpless body writhe and twist at the hands of her sexy tormentor.
Mistress reached down into her bag and pulled out a long, white feather. Wifey immediately started moaning in anticipatory dread. ‘Oh, don’t worry, silly!’ Mistress said, looking over at my wife consolingly. ‘This isn’t for you.’
And suddenly her eyes narrowed on me.
If I hadn’t already been tied to the chair I would have felt pinned to it nonetheless, by her steely glare alone.
Slinking slowly over to me, brandishing that feather as though she could cut through all the synthetic ties with it that she used to fasten me to the chair, she said, ‘You wanna help the little woman get free?’
I gulped.
‘It’ll be so easy,’ she crooned.
Somehow I didn’t believe her.
‘All you have to do is hold your little cum in your little fucking balls,’ she said, all low and dangerous. My breathing hitched at her words. Said ‘little fucking balls’ tightened. ‘And I’m only going to use this feather.’
How could I describe the ensuing blissful torture? The soft, silky tendrils of that feather caressing my super sensitive, rock hard shaft in slow, lazy strokes. It was madness that it could be so hard to hold back with such limited stimulation. But I felt half out of mind with it. Somewhere in my addled consciousness I was aware that my wife was watching in embarrassing amazement at just how pathetic her husband was that he was struggling so hard not to come from a feather on his dick. And that just made it worse.
‘Now I’m going to set your alarm clock here for two minutes from now. And if you can last that much more, then I’ll tell you what? I’ll let the little woman go? How’s that?’
Wifey immediately looked awash with relief. But then she looked at my dick. Which was purple. And suddenly she looked fearful again.
‘Ready?’ Mistress asked. I think I must have nodded. ‘This is gonna be fun!’ she giggled. And pressed the alarm button.
I fought hard. I really did. As much as it turned me on to see my wife with our deviously sexy abductor I could see wifey really wanted to be untied. So as Mistress stroked me over and over, all over my stiffened prick, I breathed and clenched and did everything I could in my restrained state not to come. I almost made it too. But after a minute and a half she took the end of that feather and wiggled its silkiness in rapid back and forth motions under the sensitive head of my cock. It caught me by surprise. I wasn’t prepared. I gasped. And one shot of cum erupted onto my bare chest.
‘Oh god!’ wifey cried, almost as though she had just come, as Mistress snatched the feather away from my prick, halting all sensation and leaving my hips attempting to thrust up against the restraints while any pleasure from the release was as cruelly snatched away from my body.
I groaned loudly at the frustration of not being able to pump out all of my pent up seed. Mistress chuckled low again. ‘Aww, that’s a shame.’ Turning back to wifey she murmured, ‘Goodie. I get to keep you. And it’s your turn again.’
Wifey was whimpering a bit as she watched Mistress walk back to the bed. ‘It’s okay,’ Mistress whispered. ‘We’re going to try something a bit different this time.’
She adjusted the straps she’d used to secure wifey to the bed so that she was no longer spread eagle but her knees were bent and her feet were up almost alongside her ass. This way, wifey’s pussy was splayed wide open, clearly visible to both me in my chair past the foot of the bed, and to Mistress. To my shock, glistening glints of girl goo were visible in the folds of her pretty pink hole.
‘Well, well,’ Mistress chided. ‘What a slutty little mess wifey has made!’ She tied another strap across wifey’s abdomen that secured her torso to the bed. ‘Looks like someone enjoyed our show!’ She winked at me and moved back around to the foot of the bed. My wife had put her head back down on the bed so I could no longer see her face, but I could only imagine how it was flushed with embarrassment. We often teased each other in bed. Nothing like this, but I did know how it aroused her to see me struggling to hold my cum. Apparently she really liked the feather show.
‘We’ll have to clean you up,’ Mistress purred. And with that she dove between my wife’s thighs. And started licking.
If the partial orgasm I had, the ruined one that only allowed one spurt of jism to escape my tortured cock, had taken any of the edge off my arousal, the sight of our Mistress licking the silvery strands of my wife’s excitement from her pussy, and the screams of ecstasy that it elicited from my beloved girl had me ramped right back up again. Certainly knowing what it was doing to me, Mistress made sure she pushed wifey’s knees wide and put her own head off to the side just a bit, so that I got a full view of the tongue lashing. How it made my cock pulse and twitch to watch her lick and suck all of wifey’s juices from her cunt, only to reach in with her fingers, pull out more, and lick those clean too. On her second dive into wifey’s hole, she pulled those girl cum soaked digits out, reached up and made wifey suck them clean.
‘That’s a good little, slut,’ she whispered. Sitting up then, she looked from me, back to wifey and me again. You could practically see the wheels turning in her brain. It was terrifying.
‘I think turnabout’s fair play. Let’s see if your stamina is a little better than Mr. Quick Cum over there.’ My cheeks burned bright. I thought I heard wifey stifle a little moan. ‘I’ll set the clock again. Three minutes this time, since women are stronger than men in this regard. Wouldn’t you say so, Quickie?’ she said, looking over at me. I could only duck my head down in shame. Turning back to wifey again, she said, ‘If you can take three minutes of my tongue and fingers without coming, I’ll untie you both and leave you to your own devices.’
That sounded amazing to me! I was so fucking horny at this point, I was ready to fuck my gorgeous wife all fucking night. And she had always been someone who struggled to come via oral. So three minutes would be no problem for her.
‘If you don’t make it,’ Mistress continued, speaking to my wife but with her eyes pinned meaningfully back on me, ‘You have to give your husband to me for the night. I have some friends at a little club we have who would like to train him. I mean, meet him.’ Her eyes glinted.
Holy shit.