The Owned Girl

by Dominic Ridler

  Beth went rather red in the face, not so much from shame, I think, but from a powerful erotic impulse that resulted from what Matthew proposed. It was obvious enough that she had thought about this moment for a long time, had indeed eagerly anticipated it. Matthew reached out and stroked her hair gently, and I got up from the table and went round and kissed her. She responded warmly. Matthew took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He ordered her to remove his clothes, and then for her to remove mine. When we were all three naked, we lay on the bed, Beth between Matthew and I. He began to kiss her, on the mouth, slowly working his way down her neck and to her breasts. I watched as he took her nipples in his mouth one by one, sucking then nibbling on them. Beth was looking at him in rapture. Matthew went lower still, kissing her smooth white belly. While he did this, I stroked her cheeks and kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue inside. I was becoming aroused, wanting her as much as Matthew did, but all the more excited, rather perversely, because Beth was the primary object of his desire. I wanted her and I wanted him, but I should only get either of them vicariously on this occasion.

  As Matthew went lower still, spreading her legs to lick the lips of her cunt, I too went a little lower and took his place in kissing and sucking her breasts. Beth was sighing and gasping with pleasure. I glanced down and saw Matthew's tongue running slowly up and down her cunt, pushing between the lips to find her clit. I always thought Beth had a pretty cunt, the lips well-defined but not too prominent, and coloured a delicate shade of pink. By this time Matthew had made her shave it completely bare, 'like a little girl', he said.

  Matthew was now ready to mount her. He moved his body upwards, pushing Beth's legs apart. He put his hand down there and moved his cock into position. I watched his buttocks clench as he entered her. Beth made a kind of moaning sound; it was pure pleasure for her, penetrated at last. When he had sunk his cock right into her, Matthew paused for a moment, then began to fuck her with strong, steady strokes. I watched with my head supported on my arm, reaching out to stroke Beth's face, or Matthew's. Now and again I ran my hand down his back as far as his bottom and stroked it, letting my fingers trail up the cleft between his buttocks. I knew he liked that. Gradually the speed and force of his thrusting increased. Beth began to grunt each time Matthew's cock plunged into her. Eventually he came, with a groan of pleasure, and then fell still. Beth turned to me with a smile, or perhaps it was a grin of triumph. She had got what she wanted at last, which was my husband's body in hers. At that moment I was happy for her. It was a long time before I felt differently about it.

  After a while we all got up and had a shower together. Then we went back to bed. Matthew, undoubtedly greatly excited by the situation, got a second wind, of which I was the beneficiary. This time I was in the middle, and Beth had to settle for a spectator's role as Matthew fucked me, turning me on my side and taking me from behind. I gazed steadily at Beth as Matthew vigorously pounded into me. I suppose even then I had some intimation that, despite what she had recently received, she was jealous. I thought she had no need to be; but then none of us had much idea how jealousy can seep into even the most well-intentioned of relationships.

  Chapter Three

  I don't think Matthew was conscious of these early currents of feeling between Beth and I. He felt happy that he was servicing two attractive females, each of whom appeared to dote on him. But he was always looking to move things on a little further. The following week we were strolling in our locality and passed a sex shop. Matthew insisted we all go inside. There was a dazzling array of vibrators, all shapes and sizes. I already had one and didn't need another; Matthew saw Beth looking, but told her, with a straight face, that she was too young for such things, and that it would distract from the orgasm training she was undergoing. She looked disappointed. However, in another part of the store we saw some harnesses designed to hold a strap-on dildo in place on a woman. Matthew was greatly struck by these devices and announced that he would purchase one.

  'You've been fucked by me, Beth,' he said. 'Now you shall be fucked by Annabel.'

  I gave a nervous laugh, but I could see he was serious. At the time I didn't know how I felt about this. It wasn't something I had ever fantasised about. But as I was discovering, our ownership of Beth was opening up all sorts of possibilities never previously considered. Matthew decided which one would suit me best, a contraption of black leather with a sold black silicone dildo to fit. It wasn't the largest dildo in the store by any means, and it crossed my mind that Matthew didn't want Beth fucked by anything much bigger than his cock.

  Matthew was impatient to try it out as soon as we got home. He took Beth and me into the bedroom. First he undressed Beth, then he made her undress me. He told her to sit on the bed and wait. He took me in the bathroom and fitted the harness on me. There were straps that went between my legs and around the buttocks, holding everything securely in place. The black dildo stood out a right angle. It was curious; I suddenly felt empowered, to have this great big thing jutting out from my body. So was this how it felt to be a man, with a huge, hard cock? Maybe.

  We went back in the bedroom. Beth's eyes opened wide when she saw the strapon. She looked just a trifle nervous, as if she wasn't sure such a thing would fit inside her, even though, as I've said, it was scarcely bigger than Matthew's erect cock. Matthew led me over to where she was sitting on the bed.

  'Kiss it,' he said to her.

  She bent and kissed the tip. On an impulse, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced the dildo into her mouth, almost to the back of her throat.

  'Suck on that, you little slut,' I said. I don't know where this aggression was coming from. Perhaps I thought that's how men were when they got a hard-on.

  Beth was nearly choking when I let her pull away. Matthew was watching intently. I could see how excited he was. He got on the bed, seating himself upright at the top of it, and then pulled Beth towards him. He made her lie on her back between his legs, then reached down and took hold of her thighs, just behind her knees, and raised them up and outwards, exposing her to me.

  'Fuck the little slut,' he said. His voice was hoarse.

  I got on my knees in front of Beth. I took hold of the dildo and put the tip between the lips of her cunt. Slowly I pushed in. Beth gasped. I continued pushing until it was buried deep inside her. I paused for a moment, then withdrew carefully and pushed in again. I began to fuck her, slowly at first, then faster. Beth groaned and writhed about, but Matthew held her firm. The fucking went on for a while, then Matthew said he wanted to change position. I pulled out of Beth. He told her to get on all fours. I knelt behind her and pushed the dildo in again, holding her hips and thrusting in and out. Matthew took all his clothes off and knelt in front of Beth. He guided her head down to his cock and pushed it into her mouth. Now she was doubly penetrated, front and rear; I've heard this called a spit-roast. I continued to fuck her from behind while Matthew fucked her mouth. It felt good. I wasn't getting any physical stimulus, but that was more than made up for by the excitement of fucking a girl for the first time. I kept going until Matthew came in her mouth. I think she swallowed most of it. Then I pulled out.

  I wondered just for a moment what it would be like to fuck Matthew with the dildo. But I didn't try it. It wasn't his thing, or if it was he'd never given the slightest hint. I hadn't even pushed a finger inside him. I think he felt that for a man to be penetrated was somehow shameful, and I have never tried it. But it was strange how wearing this thing gave me a different perspective on what it is to fuck and to be fucked.

  I lay on my back on the bed, the thing sticking straight up. Beth lay beside me and touched it, stroking it gently, almost as if she was giving me physical pleasure from the contact. I didn't want to come. I'm not sure what I did want, except to digest what had happened. Matthew, having had his orgasm, wasn't immediately interested in further sex-play, so he went and took a shower. When he came back, I was still lying on my back on the bed and Beth was on top, the dildo sunk dee

p in her cunt while she played with her clit. I'd told her to do this.

  Matthew sat beside us and watched. Then suddenly he said to Beth, 'Come now. Come for me.' And she did, just like that. I'd never been trained to come to order. I'm not sure I would want to be. But I was impressed. It became almost a kind of party trick for her, and she loved being able to please Matthew in this way.

  As time went on, Matthew enlarged the range of things he liked to do with her. He told me how they had a game they played. He'd agree to meet her somewhere like Starbucks. But he wouldn't sit next to her. Instead, he'd sit on the other side of the room and watch her, sending her instructions via texts. He might begin by telling her to raise her skirt a little, so that it was exactly three inches above her knee. He'd watch to see if any guys stared at her legs. If he saw one, he'd text her to turn herself towards him, without apparently noticing him, and then cross and uncross her legs. Assuming that got the guy's attention, he'd make her sit with her legs apart, in such a way that the guy could see at least part-way up her skirt. All the time she wasn't to look at him; the idea was that she was showing him things without being aware of it. But of course she was very much aware of it, and it excited her to expose herself like this. Matthew would never take it so far that she caused a scandal, but he did sometimes make her get up and walk past the man who had been looking at her, and once he told her, when you get up to him drop something, and when you move to pick it up maybe he can see up your skirt again. And she did this, very successfully. Matthew could see that the man actually said something to her; afterwards, Beth told him the man had asked her name, but that she hadn't replied.

  The second part of the game was that later Matthew would interrogate her about what had happened. He'd force her to confess that she had slutty feelings, that she enjoyed teasing anonymous men by letting them look up her skirt. Then he'd tell her that she was a bad girl, and make her admit it. 'What happens to bad little girls?' he would demand. 'They get punished,' she would say. So then he would 'punish' her, making her kneel on a chair with her skirt up and her knickers pulled down while he spanked her with a strap or a belt.

  Of course it was all in play. They both knew that he was provoking her to be a slut solely in order to be able to punish her, and that she went along with it for the pleasure of being spanked. Sometimes she went even further than he said; showing even more leg, just to provoke him into punishing her more severely. In the protocols of domination/submission, this is called 'topping from the bottom', and regarded by some dominants as almost a capital crime, but Matthew was never too much constrained by other people's notions of how a Dom should behave.

  Even so, there was a point to these games, within the ongoing process of training Beth to be a better girl. Matthew said it was important for her to be brought face to face with the sluttiness inherent in her nature. She needed to acknowledge her tendency to lead men on, which in the past had got her into trouble, enticing unsuitable men then having to live with the consequences. In making her do such things, Matthew felt he was encouraging her to be more aware of her behaviour. But of course they both found it fun.

  Sometimes I would spend time alone with Beth. I never fucked her at such times, only when Matthew was present, and then only rarely. (Similarly, Matthew never fucked her alone, only when I was there.) When she and I were together we would do girly things. I'd do her hair for her, and put make-up on her, then dress her up in littlegirl clothes, frilly things I'd bought for her. Then I'd take photographs. Beth liked to pose. She liked to do anything where she was the centre of attention, and I think a lot of submissive girls are like that. They need to please, and they need to be seen to be pleasing.

  Sometimes these activities would result in some sexual activity, though by no means always. But if in the mood I'd lie on the sofa and have Beth kneel beside me, and perhaps I'd take off my skirt and knickers and have her kiss me. I'd make her kiss my belly, very slowly, at the same time stroking it with her hand. Then I'd have her go lower, kissing the lips of my cunt, licking them. Although I liked to be fucked really hard, when masturbating, or in this case receiving cunnilingus, I like to take my time over it, lingering, delaying, and taking it gently. Accordingly I trained Beth to do it slowly. And in time she grew highly skilled. I never asked her if she felt desire for other women's bodies. I know that she is the only girl I've ever had sex with. I think, though it may sound odd to say so, that this wasn't strictly a lesbian experience for either of us. It was more of a d/s experience, a dominant being pleasured by a submissive. In this respect her relationship to me as she licked my clit was not so different from her relationship to Matthew when she sucked his cock.

  I've said that Matthew invested in various pieces of equipment. He liked to tie her up. Sometimes he'd merely pinion her hands behind her back with a pair of handcuffs, or the leather wrist-cuffs. He'd make her kneel on the floor at his feet during dinner-time, her hands secured behind her back, and he'd feed her from his plate, a morsel at a time. She found this rather humiliating, as indeed it was meant to be. He'd make her chew her food properly, wipe her lips after each mouthful, and if she was lucky give her occasional sips of wine. Sometimes the binding would be more elaborate. I remember he bought a long length of rope. He stripped her of her clothes and made her lie on her back on the bed. He bound her wrists together, pulled them up over her head, then pulled the rope down under the bed, over to the other side, and tied her ankles together. He gagged her and then left her for an hour or more while we amused ourselves in the next room. While she was tied like this he went into her a couple of times and I could hear him tease and torment her. She was gasping and groaning. Doubtless he was playing with her nipples, alternately sucking and pinching them, and perhaps he also put his hand between her legs. He wanted her to know that she was our possession that she belonged to us and we could do with her exactly as we pleased. What she wanted was of no account.

  Of course in a sense, what she wanted was very much in our minds; or rather, we thought carefully about what she needed. Matthew was always careful to point out the difference. A submissive girl, he would say, always wants something: attention, orgasms, spankings, kisses. But what she wants isn't necessarily what she needs. Her deepest need is to submit by pleasing the one she belongs to, and that means that her wishes for herself will be disregarded if they do not align with his. Pleasure for her is a privilege, not a right; however much she may want to come, her desire is of no account if her Dom chooses to ignore it. But at the same time, we were serious about wanting to make her into a better girl. By that we meant, both a better girl for us, more obedient, more willing to serve us, and a girl who would be better equipped to establish a good relationship with a man, once we deemed her ready.

  It sounds like a harsh doctrine, perhaps, and an arrogant one. Who were we to say what was best for this girl? But I do believe Matthew took it seriously and tried to do his best for her, and so did I. And I could see that, certainly for a long time, Beth thrived on it. Whenever she was with us she seemed happy, and she told me once that she had never had so much sexual excitement, never imagined that life could be such fun.

  I remember once he hog-tied her. He stripped her naked and put the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were then clipped together behind her back, and her ankles clipped together too. Her knees were bent back so that her ankles were brought up to her wrists and fastened there. She was completely helpless. He sat beside her and I watched as he turned her on her side and put little steel clamps on her nipples. I could see from her expression that they hurt a lot, but Matthew was merciless, pulling on the clamps and twisting them to make them hurt more. He toyed with her, asking if she wanted the clamps off, then when she said yes laughed at her and twisted them some more. It was cruel, but when he saw me looking rather concerned, he called me to come and sit closer.

  'You think I'm hard on this little slut, don't you?' he said. He twisted the clamps yet again, and Beth moaned.

  I gave half a smile. 'I'm glad it's not me,' I said.

  'It's good for her to feel some real pain now and again. It's character-forming,' he said.

  I knew that he was not entirely serious, that he was enjoying himself, making use of the fact that he had a pretty girl at his mercy.

  'But actually, she loves it,' he said. 'If you don't believe me, put your finger in her cunt and see how wet she is.'

  I did as he suggested. Her cunt was drooling, sopping wet. There was no doubt of her sexual arousal. Beth looked up at him, her eyes pleading for release from the biting pain in her nipples, but Matthew still denied her.

  'Before I take them off,' he said, 'we need to get a few things clear.' He gave the clamps yet another twist. Beth whimpered. 'Who do you belong to?' he asked.

  'You, sir, I belong to you,' she said quickly, anxious for a speedy release. She called him 'sir' when, as now, he was obliging her to avow her obedience out loud.

  'That means I can do as I please with you, isn't that so?'

  'Yes, sir,' she said.

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