So it proved. Robert couldn't really handle Beth's arrangement. He'd been quite shocked when Matthew had made her strip in front of him, though at the time he'd tried to disguise it. Later, he'd tried to persuade Beth that it wasn't a healthy relationship for her to be in, and so she soon gave him his marching orders. For the time being, dating was forgotten about.
Matthew seemed to want to impose ever stricter rules and regulations on her, testing her obedience after what he saw as a kind of revolt. Sometimes I think Matthew was unnecessarily cruel to her, not physically but mentally. He really seemed to want to rub her nose in her submission, make her realise how total it was and that he would please himself with her, almost without regard to her feelings. I remember once we were all watching a movie on TV. Matthew and I were sitting on the sofa. As usual Beth was sitting at our feet, with her collar on; Matthew had hold of the leash. She wore nothing but a t-shirt.
The movie was a little boring. Mathew had his other hand around my neck. He turned my face to his and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue in between my lips. Beth looked up and saw us kissing. Matthew turned to her and said, 'Beth, I'm going to fuck Annabel.'
He told her to prepare me, saying she should undress me. I lay back on the sofa, naked. Matthew told Beth to kiss and lick my cunt, to make me nice and wet for him. She did as she was told. Matthew watched as she went down on me. She was skilled at it and I enjoyed her tongue. Matthew sat beside me, stroking Beth's bare ass as she worked.
'That's enough with Annabel,' Matthew told her. 'Now you must get me ready for her.'
He had taken out his cock. He pushed her head down. She sucked his cock for several minutes, till he was very hard. Then he lay between my legs.
'Beth,' he said, 'reach down and open up Annabel's cunt, ready for me to fuck her, there's a good little girl.'
Beth obediently put her hands between my legs and pulled apart the lips of my cunt. Matthew pushed his cock into me.
'Sit back on the floor,' Matthew told Beth. 'Don't touch yourself.'
I glanced sideways at the little owned girl as Matthew fucked me. She looked sort of lost, shut out. I felt sorry for her. After we had finished, I was nice to her, having her kneel at my feet while I was still naked, stroking her face and hair and occasionally murmuring a few words to her, telling her what a dear little girl she was.
Of course it wasn't always a battle. There were many good times, when the affectionate side of Beth's nature was allowed to come through. And in turn our affection for our little pet was given free expression. One Sunday, I remember, we had all been out to brunch. When we got back, Matthew took us two girls into the bedroom. He told Beth to undress me, and then I undressed her. When we were both naked we took Matthew's clothes off, working together. We knelt in front of him and combined in sucking his cock, one holding it for the other to suck, then switching over, or one sucking the head of his cock while the other licked his balls.
After a while we got on the bed. Matthew put Beth between us. I began to kiss her mouth, sliding my tongue in deep, while Matthew moved down the bed and began to lick her cunt. She was making little purring noises, I remember. While I kissed her I played with her nipples, then moved my head down and took one of them between my lips, sucking hard, then biting. Beth moaned and writhed about, though Matthew held her down firmly so that he could continue licking between her legs. It wasn't long before she came. Matthew then turned her on her side and entered her from behind. While he fucked her I continued kissing her mouth and playing with her nipples. He fucked her for a good long time, moving in and out of her slowly, with long regular strokes. Still sucking on one of her nipples, I put my hand between her legs. I wanted to feel Matthew's cock moving in and out of her. Then I found her clit and began to slowly circle it with my finger, until she came again.
Matthew pulled out of her and put her on her back. He bent her knees and opened her legs. Kneeling between them he reinserted his cock in her cunt.
'Sit on her face,' he said to me.
I lowered myself onto Beth's face, positioning my cunt just over her mouth. I leaned forward and put my arms around Matthew, drawing him towards me and kissing him on the mouth. I could feel Beth's tongue working in my cunt. Matthew kept fucking her until suddenly he pulled out and with a groan ejaculated onto Beth's belly. I bent right forward and licked his semen off her skin, then I turned round and kissed her on the mouth once more, pushing my tongue in deep so that she could taste his semen on me.
Matthew wasn't finished. 'Go and get your strap-on,' he said.
I went to the bathroom cupboard where it was kept and strapped it round my hips. I came back in the bedroom with the big black cock sticking out in front of me.
'Fuck the little slut,' Matthew said. It wasn't aggressive; it was almost a term of endearment.
I made Beth kneel on the bed. I took her from behind, thrusting the rigid black cock into her while I gripped her hips.
'Suck his cock,' I said to her.
Matthew lay with his groin against her head and she took him in her mouth. After ten minutes, during which I fucked her vigorously, Matthew was hard again.
'Let's both fuck her,' I said. 'Make her take two cocks.'
I pulled out of her and lay on my back on the bed. I told Beth to get on top. I watched as she lowered herself down, impaling herself on the shiny black cock. I put my arms on her shoulders and pulled her forward, raising her bottom. Matthew got some lube and worked it up inside her ass. Then he knelt behind her and carefully eased his cock into her ass. When it was in up to the hilt he paused for a moment, then began to fuck her.
'How does it feel to be buggered, little slut?' he asked. 'How does it feel to be penetrated front and back?'
Beth was finding this an overwhelming experience. She could do nothing except moan as Matthew continued to fuck her; I tried to synchronise my movements, thrusting upwards with my hips as he drove into her.
I was very aroused, perhaps more so than I had ever been with her. As Beth leaned forward, she put pressure on the black dildo strapped to me, which in turn pushed against my clit, and I could feel myself coming. I cried out with pleasure.
'Good girl,' said Matthew, smiling. He kept buggering Beth until he too came, and then collapsed down on top of her. We were all in a pile, gasping and sighing.
I recognise that we were not the only couple in history to have a little pet. It's not uncommon for couples in a stable d/s relationship to acquire an annex, a girl (or much more rarely a boy) who is a kind of house pet or even a slave, trained to provide sexual services, usually to both husband and wife, and frequently expected to help with domestic chores too (though Beth was never put to work in our house). It's fair to say that the precise nature of the interaction between the three parties will be subtly different in each case, being dependent on the particular personalities involved and their sexual inclinations. I've heard, at one time or another, of a variety of possible combinations. The dominant male has always been at the centre (though in theory there is no reason why a dominant woman should not be top dog). His wife or partner is submissive to him. She may be straight, and wholly submissive, in which case the man will have two females submitting to him on an equal basis. In such cases a strong bond can often form between the two women, who see themselves as sisters in servitude.
If the man's partner is straight but with some dominant leanings, that is to say is a switch, submissive to her man but sometimes dominant with others, she may play an active role in the disciplining of the other girl, perhaps encouraging her man to subject her to particular acts. However, if the man's partner is both a switch and a bi-sexual, she may be allowed to enjoy the girl independently of her man. On the other hand, he may well want to watch, it being well known that straight men get a lot of pleasure from the activities of lesbian girls.
In the, I think much rarer, case where the adopted person is a boy, if the dominant male is bisexual he may use him sexually, but if not, the boy being submissive, he woul
d be available to be dominated by the woman, if she is a switch. In this case, she would be likely to have exclusive use of the third party in the arrangement.
I've never heard of an arrangement where two men share a submissive girl on a permanent basis. They might be close friends, but I would think the stability of such an arrangement would be short-lived. Two men sharing a girl for an afternoon is, both for some girls and for some men, a very exciting scenario. As a long-term thing I can't see how it could work.
I think the most common combination is ours, in which a submissive girl, primarily straight but with bisexual leanings, is shared by a dominant man and his submissive partner (who may, as in my case, have the occasional urge to switch). However, unlike Matthew, some doms are eager to share their pet with others, inviting other men to fuck her on a regular basis, or perhaps seeking out female dommes eager to avail themselves of a submissive girl. I even heard of one couple who prostituted their owned girl, hiring her out to the highest bidders. The purpose was not primarily to make money, but to emphasise to the girl that she was property, and therefore available to be bought and sold. (I never discovered whether the girl in question got a share of the proceeds!)
Most relationships involving three people seem to be of comparatively short duration; perhaps there is something inherently unstable about a polyamorous household, as eventually proved to be our case. But of course short relationships don't necessarily do harm to those involved. It depends what you are looking for.
I recently read an account of a three-way encounter which I found intriguing and indeed arousing. A woman, in a submissive relationship, has a female friend who is unaware of her status. This friend is inclined to be over-assertive in her interaction with others. The woman and her male partner invite the friend to dinner. The man senses something in the woman she is not herself aware of, that her assertive manner disguises a vulnerability. He resolves to try an experiment. Much to her embarrassment, as they take their pre-dinner drinks he orders his partner down onto her knees, then explains to his guest the nature of their relationship. The guest is surprised but intrigued. The man talks to her intently, giving her his full attention. After a while he asks her if she wants to undo the top button of her blouse. Flustered, the guest doesn't answer. Ah, says the man, I fear that you are intimidated by having another girl watching. He tells his partner, still kneeling at his feet, to press her face to the ground so that she can no longer observe her friend. His partner finds this humiliating, but her submission does not allow her to refuse. The man resumes talking to the guest. Now, he says, I don't think there is any reason why you should not do what I would like you to do, and what I suspect you yourself would like to do, and that is, to undo a button. Slowly, almost in a trance, the woman does as she is asked.
Once the first step is taken, there is no going back. Step by step the man induces the guest to remove her clothes, and then to perform a sex act upon him, all the while his partner being obliged to bow her head to the floor, unable to observe. The point of the story, beside its obvious purpose in titillating the reader, is not that any woman may be persuaded into submission. Manifestly, this is untrue. But in this case, the man sensed a propensity, hitherto unacknowledged, and determined to exploit it. The presence of his submissive partner in a sense licenses the act. It both provides security for the guest (there is safety in numbers), and it provides her with an example. If her friend, whom she has always supposed to be highly proper and respectable, is engaged in such a perverse relationship, can it be altogether wrong? The guest now has a guilty secret; but it is one she shares with her friend, and neither will betray the other. Moreover, since the other woman is not allowed to look, the guest need not fear her friend's surprised, even shocked, expression at what she is being made to do.
However, Beth's next sexual encounter with a someone other than Matthew and myself was under very different circumstances, though first there was a second encounter with Aidan and Pilar.
Chapter Eight
Beth told us that Aidan and Pilar were coming to town again. Beth had developed quite a friendly relationship with Pilar and was anxious to see both of them again. Pilar, ever looking to try something new, suggested that the five of us might go to a club. She told us of a place she had in mind, called Straps. Matthew and I had a look at their website. There were pictures showing the various rooms in the club, each one provided with an item of furniture adapted to d/s games. There were special chairs you could tie people down in, medical examination tables, wooden crosses that people could be bound to for a flogging, and a couple of steel cages for incarceration.
The site claimed there was a friendly atmosphere and that beginners were always welcome. There were special nights for various kinds of fetish, such as those who liked to dress in rubber or latex, or for those who engaged in age-play.
We agreed that Aidan and Pilar would come round to our apartment for a drink, then we would go to a restaurant for dinner, and afterwards continue on to Straps. I don't recall there was any discussion about what might happen when we got there. Fortunately we all knew each other's sexual propensities by now.
Aidan and Pilar arrived at seven. Pilar, I remember, was looking elegantly sexy in a black leather skirt. Matthew opened some wine. We had several varieties of cheese set out on a board and Matthew invited Beth to serve our guests as if she was the hired help. He insisted she be especially polite. She had to curtsey in front of Aidan and say, 'Should you care for some cheese, sir?' Then she had to offer cheese to Pilar, then to me, then to Matthew. As she did so, Matthew commented on her deportment. He told her she must keep her back straight when she curtseyed. She must smile politely, but not too much. She must keep her voice low. Beth was very self-conscious at being given instructions like this in front of the guests; at the same time I knew she relished the attention.
When everyone had been served cheese and wine, Matthew made Beth display herself to the guests.
'Lift your skirt and show them your pretty legs,' he said.
Beth was wearing a short, flared skirt, in blue cotton as I remember. She lifted it rather shyly, revealing her thighs and even a glimpse of her matching blue knickers.
'Turn round so they can see your cute little bottom,' Matthew said.
Beth turned her back to Aidan and Pilar and lifted her skirt right up to her waist.
'Let Aidan have a feel of your bottom.' Matthew said.
Beth moved closer. Aidan put out a hand and stroked her right cheek, then squeezed it.
'Very nice,' he said.
'They want to see your sweet little tits now,' Matthew said. 'Show them.'
Beth let her skirt fall, and pulled up the sweater she was wearing. Underneath she wore a bra that matched her knickers.
'I think we can dispense with the bra tonight,' Matthew said. 'Your tits are so firm a bra is only necessary for decency, not for support. And decency isn't a major priority this evening.'
Beth took the sweater off, removed her bra, and then put the sweater back on again. I think she had done this sort of thing so often for Matthew that she wasn't really embarrassed any more. She knew she had an attractive body, and that men liked to look at it. And she liked them to look. Only the presence of Pilar was slightly humiliating, being forced to display herself to another woman's perhaps hyper-critical gaze.
We had some more wine, then it was time to go out to dinner. Aidan and Pilar had chosen a fashionable Italian restaurant we were all anxious to try. Over dinner we conversed of this and that. Every now and again Matthew would make some remark that put Beth in her place, as an owned girl, as a sexual object on display for the rest of us.
'Do you think,' he said to Aidan at one point, 'that you can see Beth's nipples through her sweater?'
We all stared at her chest. Beth looked down at the table.
'I think I can see an outline,' Aidan said.
Matthew glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then put his hand up to one of Beth's nipples and squeezed it.
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br /> 'Can you see it now?' he asked.
'Definitely,' said Aidan.
Beth blushed. However much she was used to being the owned girl, it was still possible to make her feel shame.
After dinner, Aidan drove us to the club. The two men sat up front, while the three girls got in the back, Beth between myself and Pilar. Pilar asked me if she could play with Beth's breasts. I said, of course. Pilar pulled up Beth's sweater and squeezed the breast nearest to her. I put a hand on the other one, stroking it gently. I could feel the nipple harden beneath my touch. Pilar was being a little more assertive, pinching Beth's nipple, tugging on it, twisting it a little. Beth leaned back and closed her eyes. I could tell how much she liked this. Emboldened, Pilar bent her head and took one of Beth's nipples in her mouth, sucking on it hard. Beth moaned. I felt a sudden almost sisterly affection for both women; I reached out and stroked Pilar's hair as she continued to suck on Beth's nipple.
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