Certain Requirements

by Elinor Zimmerman

  The excitement made me a little jittery. I needed something to focus on. That something came a few days later when Kris mentioned she’d been talking to Eric and Derek about Ray and our threesome fantasy. They were eager to loan Ray out, Ray was eager to guest star, and the only question was: did I want to? I did. What better way to avoid getting too deep in a crush than to sleep with someone else? We arranged a date for the following Friday night. I couldn’t think of a better distraction.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I felt excited as soon as I agreed, but nervous too. Nervous about submitting sexually to Kris in front of someone else, about my fantasies becoming real and what it might mean, and about the practical details of threesomes. Not to mention all the thoughts I was avoiding with the three-way in the first place.

  When I finished training that Friday, I ran errands, finished the chores I had to do, and then sank myself into a hot bath. I was sore from all the extra training for the audition, and my feet and ankles were bruised from my renewed dedication to mastering toe hangs and one-ankle hangs, things I’d been struggling to do for years. Carefully, I shaved and tweezed and trimmed, exfoliated and moisturized, primped and styled every inch of myself. I tried not to think about how much I wanted this and how much I feared it wouldn’t live up to what happened in my head.

  Thirty minutes before Ray was set to arrive, Kris knocked on my door. “Ready?” she asked.

  Kris was home early and still dressed formally from work. I was wearing nothing but a towel around my body, despite my finely applied makeup and carefully coiffed hair.

  “What do you wear to a threesome?” I frowned into my closet.

  “How about I pick it out for you? And have you eaten?”

  I shook my head. “I think I’m too nervous.”

  “I got some takeout. Go have some, even just a little. I’ll find something for you to wear.”

  “What if it’s weird?” I asked.

  “The takeout is delicious and not weird at all. As for the clothes, well, girl clothes are not really my area of expertise, but I don’t think it’ll be too bad.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  She rested both her soft hands on my shoulders. “It’s going to be fine. And if it isn’t? We’ll stop. No one will be upset. It happens. We’ll process or we’ll watch a movie and pretend it never happened, whatever you want. It’s not a problem.”

  I gulped.

  “Now go.” She turned back to my closet. “Eat something. I’ll bring you clothes in a minute.”

  I went downstairs and picked at pad Thai, tasting nothing. Was I making a mistake? Would it actually be okay? The distraction it was providing didn’t seem to be working at the moment. But even as my stomach churned with nerves and my mind filled with worries, my body tingled. I wanted to push myself past what I’d ever tried before. I wanted to do things I didn’t normally do. I let myself fantasize about the night ahead, and suddenly, I wanted something even more unexpected.

  A few minutes later, Kris came down with an outfit I would have never chosen for myself: a short black skirt with polka dots, a skimpy camisole with lace edges, and no bra or panties. I dressed obediently, feeling silly and exposed.

  “It’s not too, uh, little?” I gestured at my exposed skin.

  She answered sharply, in her dom voice. “I picked out what I want to see you in. Isn’t that clear?”

  “Yes.” I dropped my gaze. “Sorry.”

  She lifted my chin with her finger. “If you’re uncomfortable, go change.”

  I shook my head.

  “If you want to call this off, just say. And if you want to stop at any time, safe word. It’ll be okay,” she said gently. “I want to do this because you want it, and if you don’t, let’s not.”

  “I want to. I’m just in a weird headspace. Um, Kris, one more thing?” I stared at the ground. “I think, since we’re trying this, I want something I’m not usually in the mood for, maybe. I might, I think, maybe…” Damn it, I couldn’t get the words out. “It’s that one day a year. You know, like, um, anal sex day.”

  “Really? You aren’t too tense? You look really tense.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Hey, I’m happy to. Let’s see how it goes.”

  Ray arrived at our door a few minutes later. Kris had me wait in the lavender room while she greeted them. Kris appeared at the door in front of me, Ray trailing behind.

  Ray looked exceptionally attractive, wearing black jeans, a white button-down shirt mostly unbuttoned, a leather collar, boots, and dark eyeliner. Ray’s black hair looked freshly barbered, the sides close cropped and the top artfully mussed.

  “Hi, Phoenix,” Ray said, extending an elegant hand to me.

  “Hello.” I shook hands weakly. My throat felt dry.

  “Eric and Derek have left me in charge tonight,” Kris said. “They think Ray can follow my directions. Ray, you think you can do that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kris and I exchanged a look. “We don’t usually use ‘Sir,’” I said.

  Ray stared at their own boots. “I was trained heavy on protocol,” they said. “But I’ll follow the rules of the house.”

  Kris looked at me then at Ray. “Is it important to you to have a Sir in a scene?” she asked Ray.

  They nodded.

  “Phe, would you be comfortable if Ray followed their protocol?” she asked.

  “Of course. I’ll even follow it.”

  Kris raised her eyebrows. I knew the whole “Sir” thing wasn’t her favorite, but I felt weird with Ray following that rule if I wasn’t. My fantasy was that I’d be the one totally controlled, submitting to everyone.

  “For tonight,” I said. “If you don’t mind, Kris.”

  “I want my subs happy.” She rubbed my shoulder. Both of them were still standing, while I sat alone on the bed. “All right, you both need to call me ‘Sir’ then. We’ll use stoplight colors for safe words. Ray, you prefer ‘they’ and ‘them’ pronouns, correct?”

  “I do, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Phoenix and I use ‘she’ and ‘her.’ Eric and Derek told me about your other preferences when we arranged this, and I will be taking them into consideration. Anything else you want me to know, boi?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Phoenix, is there anything you want to say or ask before we get started?”

  “Um, Ray, what language are you, uh, comfortable with for your body?” I felt awkward asking, but I’d been with Amanda during her early days of coming out and transitioning. More than once, she’d shut down and pulled away when I mistakenly used the wrong words for her body, though neither of us knew why she would suddenly stop. When I finally figured out to ask her what words she used for herself, we were both relieved. There was no way I was going to mess up the night by misgendering our guest star.

  Kris nodded at Ray, encouraging them to answer. “I have a clit and a cunt, but I like it when people take my cock seriously as well. Sometimes I say ‘chest’ for what I have and sometimes I say ‘tits.’ Is that okay, Sir?” Ray asked Kris.

  “Absolutely.”

  “If you don’t mind me saying so, Sir, you have a very well trained girl here. She’s trained so well, to ask,” Ray said, still looking at Kris.

  “She is a good girl.” Kris smiled at me. “Though she won’t be doing much talking tonight. For the rest of the night, she’s not going to speak unless I tell her to. Anything else, Phoenix?”

  “No, Sir.” It would require some thought to add “Sir” to everything, but it felt strangely right for the evening.

  Kris told Ray, “She’s being shy.”

  “What should we do about it, Sir?” Ray asked.

  “We should show her that being shy won’t make any difference. We’ll do what we like with her. Tie her hands behind her back.”

  I gasped with excitement.

  Kris pointed Ray to the restraints. Ray selected a rope and went to work tying my wrists behind me as I sat on th
e bed. I was silent. Their hands were warm on my skin, and the rope tight without hurting. I glanced back and saw that Ray’s knots were even better than those Kris made.

  Kris slipped my lacy straps off my shoulders and yanked the front of my camisole down. “Look at her,” Kris told Ray. “She acts shy, but look at her now, with her tits exposed.”

  I blushed. My humiliation fantasies were coming true too, and at the same time, I wanted to object, to explain that I hadn’t chosen the outfit, that I never did things like this. The tension of wanting to call out, and at the same time loving it, made me wet. So did the look in Ray’s eyes as they finished with the knots and came around to stare at my chest. Ray eyed me with pure hunger.

  “Very nice, Sir,” Ray told Kris. “You have a very pretty girl here.”

  “That’s not all. She has a gorgeous pussy. Have a look.” Kris pushed me back on the bed and lifted the hem of my skirt. I squeezed my knees together, but parted them when Kris slapped the top of my thighs. “Don’t act shy,” she said. “I told my friends what a good girl you were. Good girls do what they’re told.”

  Those words made me so wet I was sure it was visible to Ray as they peered between my legs. No one spoke as Kris and Ray looked me over, running hands admiringly over my flesh, pinching and poking occasionally, adjusting me as if I were a doll.

  “She’s so lovely, Sir,” Ray said again. “Thank you for letting me look.”

  “I’ve been told you’re a very well trained boi,” Kris said to Ray. “They say that you suck your Sirs’ cocks, shine their shoes, clean for them, wash their clothes, and take any punishment they see fit to give.”

  “I do my best, Sir.”

  Kris picked up a riding crop. “They told me to play with you however I saw fit. I’m going to report back to them if you were a good boi or not.”

  “I’ll be very good for you, Sir, and please you and my Sirs.”

  I felt my clit throb. It was like watching the weirdest, hottest porn I could think of.

  “Good, because I’ll going to hit you. Take off your shirt.”

  Ray unbuttoned their shirt, revealing small breasts with large, pierced nipples. I wondered if I could fit each one in my mouth, if I’d be allowed to. Ray folded the shirt and laid it on the dresser, then knelt before Kris.

  “Face Phoenix and hold on to her knees. If it hurts, squeeze her. I’m going to hit you ten times,” Kris said.

  Ray positioned themself and gripped one of my knees in each hand. With each whoosh of the crop through the air, Ray held my knees tighter, digging their nails into my skin as the sharp smack of the crop rang out in the room. Ray didn’t make a sound though, didn’t even seem to exhale. I counted the squeeze-nail dig-release cycle in my head as Kris attacked Ray’s upper back. Kris had never been so rough with me, and I wondered if she didn’t think I could take it. Or had Eric and Derek said Ray liked this? I watched Ray’s piercings bounce with the force of the blows.

  “Very good. Let go,” Kris said. “Face me. Hands behind you.”

  Ray did and was rewarded with more quick smacks from the riding crop, another five on each hard nipple. Ray winced.

  “Are you clear who’s in charge?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Ray answered immediately.

  Kris put the crop aside and ruffled Ray’s hair. “Good. I bet that hurt. Put those in the girl’s mouth so she can kiss them better.”

  Kris pulled me up to sitting. In an instant, Ray was standing in front of me, alternately shoving one nipple and then other into my mouth. I kissed gently, sucked lightly, trying to ease the sting of the crop. I flicked the silver ring in each one.

  “She’s helping, Sir,” Ray said. I realized I was not going to be spoken to, just about, for the rest of the evening. The thought made me more aroused.

  “She’s very helpful. I find her most helpful when I want to come. Do you want to come, boi?”

  “Yes, Sir, if I’m allowed.”

  “You are. The girl is good with her mouth, if you want to use it. You can fuck her cunt too, but I save her ass for myself.”

  “May I, Sir?” Ray held their hands above my bare breasts.

  “Please, play with her all you like.”

  Ray massaged both my breasts, slowly twisting my nipples. They repositioned me, moving me carefully onto my back with my hands still behind me. Ray lay over me, sucking on my breasts roughly. I moaned, louder than I meant to. Nervously, I glanced up at Kris and watched her smile.

  Ray undid their pants, revealing a briefs-style harness with a cock already strapped on and covered with a condom. “She’s good with her mouth, Sir?” Ray asked.

  “Quite. Phe, give Ray a kiss, and then get on your knees and show what you can do.”

  I leaned up and kissed Ray’s soft lips. The kiss was very gentle, wetter than with Kris, and unexpectedly sweet. Then I awkwardly flopped myself to the ground with none of the grace of a seasoned aerialist. I arranged myself on my knees in front of Ray, who sat on the edge of the bed and, with some difficulty, took their cock in my mouth.

  It wasn’t the best strap-on blowjob in the world, what with my hands behind my back and my balance a little off, but it seemed to be working for Ray. Ray moaned a little and pulled on my hair, urging me to take more.

  Kris knelt behind me and slid a hand under my skirt. She slipped a finger in easily because I was so slick. Then another, fucking me with a steady rhythm. She teased my swollen clit with her thumb.

  “Ray, if you are going to fuck her, you ought to do it now.”

  Ray instantly yanked my head away. “Yes, Sir.” Ray lay back on the bed.

  Kris slid her fingers out of me. She stood up and pulled me with her. Looking me straight in the eyes, she said, “You’re going to take our cocks now, and you’re going to ask before you come. Understood?”

  I nodded. Kris slapped me across the face, hard.

  “Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said.

  She smiled. “It’s good having Ray around. It’s teaching you some things. Let’s see what their cock teaches you.” She lifted me onto the bed and arranged me over Ray, straddling them. Kris didn’t stop there, though. She took Ray’s cock in her hand and nudged it into my dripping pussy. She even took Ray’s hands and put them on my breasts. “Go on now, give the boi a ride.”

  Slowly, I lowered myself fully onto Ray’s cock. I ground and wiggled and swayed my hips, growing more confident as I did. They looked up at me, delighted, toying with my breasts and occasionally moaning. Kris was behind me, rubbing my clit, squeezing my ass, and easing a thumb between my cheeks.

  I didn’t realize what else she was doing behind me, and it wasn’t until she’d lubed me up and had a finger inside my ass that I thought to look back. Kris was wearing a small cock—smaller than any I’d seen before—glistening with lube. She was warming up my ass so she could fuck me there. The thought of being filled like this between the two of them gave me a jolt of pleasure.

  “Are you warmed up?” Kris asked me after several minutes of slipping her gloved fingers in and out of me as I rode Ray’s cock. I nodded, breathless.

  She slid her small cock into my ass. Even with all the lube, the play, and how turned on I was, I felt tight at first and I cringed as just the tip enter me. “Relax,” Kris told me. “Breathe.”

  I took a deep breath while Kris rested behind me. Ray, who had been merrily fucking away, stilled too. For a moment, we all concentrated on helping me relax. It felt calm, almost spiritual, and I felt overwhelmed with happiness. My fantasy was coming true, perfectly, even better than I could have hoped. I let go, and Kris eased in slowly. She gave Ray a tiny nod, and they went back to moving beneath me.

  Once she was inside me, Kris went back to massaging my clit. Stuffed with Ray and Kris and practically high from the attention, I lost myself in the sensation. I felt like my pleasure was too big for my body, like I’d expanded. When my orgasm began to build, it took me a minute to remember to ask first.

  “Pl
ease, Sir,” I said. “Can I come?”

  “Yes, because you asked so nicely,” Kris said and stroked my clit, provoking my release. Squeezing around the both of them made me come even harder, even more than usual. Kris continued to rub my clit even as I shook and moaned and whimpered.

  “She can keep going for quite a while if you don’t stop,” she told Ray. “She’s a very fun toy.”

  “Thank you for sharing, Sir,” Ray said. “I’m impressed.”

  The conversation about me kept me going, kept me coming just as much as Kris’s skilled fingers. I loved it. I loved everything in the fucking world.

  I don’t know how long I came, but by the end, I was screaming loudly enough to surprise myself. The intensity of sensation became too much. “Please,” I said, “I can’t take any more.”

  Kris moved her hand away and Ray released my nipples, but neither of them pulled out of me.

  “Should we stop, Sir?” Ray asked Kris.

  “That was for her, boi. Now it’s our turn,” she said.

  I knew Kris was going to fuck me in the ass until she came. I was relaxed and spacey, and it didn’t hurt anymore. I felt full, divine. Ray moved slowly under me, but Kris sped up. She angled me forward. My hands were still tied behind me, and I couldn’t balance myself. I fell forward onto Ray, who stopped moving and simply looked amazed. Ray wrapped their arms around me. Their cock was still buried in my pussy. Kris’s cock, meanwhile, was slamming in and out of my ass.

  I felt the shift in her movement before I heard her. I knew she was coming from fucking me like this. Her quiet gasps were confirmation, but I felt it first. It delighted me that I could know this, and everything felt magical and surreal.

  She pulled out of me when she finished. Without a word, she unbound my wrists. “That was incredible, Sir,” Ray said.

  “What about you?” Kris asked them. “Have you come?”

  Ray shook their head. “I would like to, Sir, if I’m allowed.”

  Kris rolled me off of Ray and onto my back. Wiped out from her orgasm, I knew she was struggling to maintain control, though she was hiding it pretty well. All she wanted right now was to lie back and rest, but she wouldn’t until she had seen this thing through. Coming the way she had had taken her energy for the moment, and yet her mind was still focused on making my fantasy come true.