by Simone Leigh
A surge of tension; a suspenseful moment, as my pussy tightens and flexes; then, undulating waves of pressure and pleasure and heat, that pulse through cunt and belly and thighs, in a rush that spirals upwards and outwards, leaving me bucking and writhing under my Master’s body, trying to cry out. Michael pulls away from me, giving me freedom to bawl out my orgasm.
The pulsing of my pussy, I think, sends my Master into climax. He growls, pressing in hard against me, shuddering as he cums.
As I relax, Michael plows back into my mouth with an urgency that tells me….
….and he grunts and spurts, his thick cream briny and hot, as it spills over my tongue and teeth. I suck gently, extending the moment for him as long as I can, before, with a gasp, he pulls himself out of me.
“Enough, Charlotte! A body can only stand so much.” But his voice is gentle, and still he strokes my face, lacing his fingers into my hair.
“Still with my Master deep inside me, I say, “Thank you. That was wonderful.”
“And so it should be, Charlotte.” My Master’s silken voice is warm. “It is not every woman who is simultaneously fucked by the two men who love her most in the world.”
What do I say?
So, I say nothing, simply reaching with one hand to stroke Michael’s thigh. And with the other, reach backward to touch my Master.
The moment is a long one….
….Until…. “Master, um, Michael’s right. A body can only stand so much. Could you please take out that vibrator.…”
Both men laugh, and my Master, withdrawing, slaps my butt again as he stands.
“Now….” he says. “We’re on vacation. Time to eat I think. Where shall we go to celebrate?”
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The following morning, I wake, blinking open, to find my Master watching me, soft eyed; his head propped on a hand, on the pillow beside me. He says nothing, but winds a lock of my hair around a finger, then traces the outline of my lips with the finger.
He kisses me, very softly, his lips barely touching mine, and I glow inside.
The silence is broken by a groan; Michael’s voice.
“Ah fuck! What are you doing to me, Charlotte? I’ve woken up again with a fucking hard on. The fucking thing’s levering me off the fucking bed.”
I crease up with laughter, then lie back, spreading my legs. “Climb on board, Michael. Get it out of your system.”
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“I thought,” says my Master, “that since this is to be our last night in the city for a while, we might go to the club. How do you feel about that, Charlotte?”
The last time my Master suggested this, at first, I went into a blue funk at the mere idea. I’ll not be doing that again.
“Sounds good to me, Master.”
“Michael?”
My blond-haired lover just grins in reply.
My Master claps his hands, rubbing them together. “Good. We’re agreed. Charlotte, is there, um…. anything particular, you would like to do there?”
“Well, it’s just going to be the three of us for a few weeks, isn’t it? We can relax and enjoy being with each other. I think for this evening, I’d like something…. intense…”
My Master raises an eyebrow. “That’s an.… interesting.… choice of word; ‘intense’?”
“Yes Master, intense.”
He and Michael lock eyes for a moment. Michael spreads his hands in a kind of ‘Well, what can you do?’ gesture.
“Very well Charlotte. Intense it is.”
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We step into the hub-bub of the club, the three of us, Michael and my Master flanking me, either side. I am wearing the gorgeous dress they bought me for the last time we visited, and I luxuriate in the feminine sway and sparkle of the beautiful fabric. It shimmers like black diamonds in the evening lighting. Haltered at the neck, gathered below my breasts, it is held in place by a mere two buttons at the back of the halter.
Faces turn as we enter, calling ‘Hellos’ to my Master and Michael, and this time to me. I am recognised now. Groups invite us to join them. We make small talk, exchange pleasantries and move on.
Michael becomes somehow separated, drawn for conversation into another knot of people. He draws the eye, does my Golden Lover, and I see women, and some men, eyeing him speculatively.
My Master speaks quietly by my ear. “He has never had any problems getting partners, Charlotte. But he wants you.”
Then he steers me to the bar, ordering me a large drink. “Um, I’m not sure I want another drink, Master. I’ve already had quite a lot.”
He glances sideways at me. “You asked for ‘intense’. You’re going to get it. I suggest you have the extra drink.”
Stomach fluttering, I gulp down a heady cocktail, wondering what my Master has planned.
Be careful what you wish for….
My Master mutters to me, eye-pointing across the room. “I think Michael would like to be rescued. Marcie is trying to get her claws into him.”
Through a tangle of people, Michael is looking imploringly in my direction. Marcie, whom I have previously met, and disliked immediately, is pressing up close to him. Backing away from her, he is clearly trying to be polite, but she has him cornered between the bar and an overly large potted palm.
“He doesn’t like her?”
“No more than I do. Go on, give him some moral support.”
Unexpectedly, I find my hackles rising. Is it because already, I don’t care for Marcie? Because Michael doesn’t? Or, I try to analyse my feelings, is it because another woman is making a move on Michael?
Michael is mine…
Relief washes over his face as he sees me approach, giving him an excuse to look in another direction, and to slide out from his trap between the bar and this brash woman.
As he breaks loose, her head swings in my direction, her expression briefly sour as she sees me, but then a saccharine smile washes over her features. Marcie should be pretty, but her unsubtle deviousness robs her of all charm.
“Oh, hello, Charlotte. How nice to meet you again. We were all so concerned when you had to be carried out last time.”
“I was fine, Marcie, thank you. It was my first time here, and I just got over-excited.” Taking Michael’s arm, I pull him in close
Marking my territory?
A stranger joins us.
I don’t know him, but his manner says he is with Marcie. “So, you’re the famous Charlotte. I’ve been dying to meet you. Anyone who can keep Michael and James on their toes, must be worth knowing.”
His implication is obvious, but he makes my skin crawl.
“Why don’t you and Michael, or the three of you, join us?” he invites, gesturing towards a darkened room.
“Thanks, Steve, but we already have plans for this evening.” says Michael.
Thank God. It occurs me that I do not want my ‘intense’ experience to be with these two.
Michael gives my arm a surreptitious squeeze, drawing me in my Master’s direction. Across the room, he is watching us carefully.
“Aw, c’mon.” says Marcie, pawing at Michael. “It’ll be fun.”
He politely steps back from her again, taking me with him. But the two follow us, crowding our space.
‘Steve’ strokes my arm and I flinch. “I’d certainly like to get to know you better, Charlotte.”
“Yes, Charlotte. We all want to know what it is you do, that keeps these two hooked…”
Who does this bitch think she is?
Michael has already said ‘No.’ And her nasty Partner/Master can keep his uninvited hands off me.
My Master is working his way across to us, his expression alarmed, but, across the crowded floor, he is struggling to get through.
Abruptly, Steve grabs me by the hand, tugging me towards the room he indicated.
Surely this isn’t how it’s meant to work? Everyon
e should agree to these things….??
“Come on, Charlotte. Let’s all have some fun.”
I panic.
As Steve pulls me towards him, his grin smug, with my free hand, I swing and punch, catching him squarely on the nose. The cartilage cracks under my knuckles, and with a roar he staggers back, and falls to the floor, nose streaming blood.
Oh God! What have I done?
Fired up with nerves and adrenaline, I stand panting, then look around at the crowd, all turning to see what the excitement is, ready for a fight.
Suddenly, there is a single clap of the hands, which turns into a ripple of applause.
“Good for you…”
“That showed him.”
“He always was a pushy bastard.”
Sympathy for Steve is at zero. He scrambles up, Marcie trying to wipe his face with a tissue. She shoots me a toxic look, as the two make their way towards the bathrooms.
My Master finally breaks through the crowd. “Charlotte! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Um, yes, Master. I’m fine. No, I’m not hurt.… I …. Er….”
I run out of words, and turn in appeal to Michael.
“Steve and Marcie didn’t want to take ‘No’ for an answer. Charlotte explained the rules of consent to them.” Michael’s tone is bland, but his eyes are bubbling with laughter.
Now it is clear that I am unharmed, my Master is also clearly struggling not to laugh. Each holding an arm courteously for me, he, with Michael, accompanies me to their chosen room.
“Where did you learn to punch like that?” he hisses out of the side of his mouth. “I saw him go down. You have a fantastic right-cross.”
“Girl’s regional boxing champion in my year at high school.” I explain. I am worried. “Have I gotten us into trouble, Master?”
He chuckles. “I really, really, don’t think so. What’s he going to say? That a female sub, six inches shorter than him, laid him out on the floor with a single blow?”
“A girl’s got to be able to look after herself, Master.”
He shakes his head. “You still manage to surprise me, Charlotte. If I’d known you could do that, I might have trodden more carefully, the night I took your virginity.”
Michael is beaming.
“What’s Michael looking so pleased about?” I mutter.
“You seriously don’t know?”
“No, Master. I don’t. I thought you were both going to be mad at me.”
“You were jealous, Charlotte.” I saw your face, and so did he. Marcie wouldn’t leave him alone, and you were jealous over Michael. You just proved to him that you feel strongly enough about it, to fight for him.”
“Looks like we’re all learning things about ourselves these last couple of days doesn’t it, Master?”
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The two of them lead me to the same room we used on the previous occasion we were here. Laid out as a Medieval dungeon, the walls are racked with flails and whips. There is a padded bench with restraints at either end, a very large bed, and a sort of diagonal cross, again with cuffs for wrists and ankle.
A man is waiting there, handsome in a severe sort of way. He is tall and fair haired, with cold, blue eyes. He stands, leaning back against the padded bench.
“Ah, James, Michael, there you are. And this must be Charlotte.”
My Master turns to me. “Charlotte, this is Kris. He is going to be your Master for the evening.”
I falter. “Master?”
He returns my gaze, levelly, unsmiling. “Intense? Yes?”
I drop my head. “Yes, Master.”
Michael gives my hand a squeeze, then, his hand on my back, propels me gently forward towards Kris.
I stand before him, uncertain as to what is expected of me. Kris circles me, looking me over, almost stalking. “I was not here last time you visited us Charlotte. You made rather a good impression I gather, on that occasion. You have made even more of an impression tonight.”
He reaches over to one of the racks of ‘tools’, making a show of choosing, before picking out a riding crop. Nearly three feet long, supple and intimidating, it is leather bound, with a small black tongue on the end.
Swallowing hard, I begin to wonder what I have let myself in for.
But my pussy is purring….
How can I get off on this...??? How?
Kris, still standing back, looking, strokes me with the tip of the crop, tracing the outline of my body through the dress.
“Nice outfit, Charlotte. A gift from your Masters I imagine. They always did have good taste.”
“Yes, Kris. A gift from my Masters.”
Sharply, he tilts my chin up with the tip of the crop. “You will address me as ‘Sir’, and only if I invite you to speak.”
If he invites me?
Nervously, I glance at my Master, at Michael. My Master is expressionless. Michael lowers his eyelids in the smallest of reassuring gestures. But both are watching me closely.
Intense? Yes. And I asked for this.
The crop taps at the back of my neck, at the fastenings on the halter of my dress. Kris addresses my Master.
“Take it off her.”
My Master steps up close behind me, undoing the two tiny buttons which are all that hold the dress in place. He says quietly, “If you don’t want to really feel it from him, be sure to do as you are told. Kris is not so.… restrained…. as I am.”
Restrained?
The sparkling dress slides down, puddling at my feet, leaving me dressed only in black lace panties and high heeled shoes. Kris bends to pick up the dress, laying it carefully to one side, then continues his circling, caressing my now naked skin with the crop. He traces the soft leather tongue of the crop, with the lightest of touches, over my cheeks and lips, the curve of my waist, my loins, my breasts.
Inside, I am growing warm and liquid. Outside, the flush of arousal is rising in a wave over my stomach and breasts, colouring my face.
“Very good, Charlotte. I like a sub who knows what is expected of her.” The leather tongue circles my nipples, which crinkle to hard nubs.
“Do you like to be watched, Charlotte? You may speak.”
“Watched, Sir?”
“Yes, watched. Do you enjoy an audience while you are being fucked?”
I hesitate, then, “Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Good. Turn around.”
I turn to find that the viewing gallery to the room is packed. Startled, I look all round; so many people…
“You have made quite an impact tonight, Charlotte. I suspect that some of them just want to see you fucked. And some want to see a sub punished for stepping out of line. What do you think? Should I punish you for that? You may speak.”
“Sir, I don’t understand you.”
The crop is under the line of my breasts, lifting their heavy weight a little. “Charlotte, I saw your performance out there. You hit a Master. No sub should do that, whatever the provocation. Your correct course of action should have been to call your Masters for assistance; not to lash out.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
The crop swipes across my nipples, both of them, with an accuracy that speaks of much practice. It stings, and I yelp. Electricity sizzles down through me, and my panties flood.
“I did not tell you to speak.”
I bow my head, and remain silent.
He continues. “Your Masters have put limits on what I may do with you this evening Charlotte. I thought you would like to know that. But, within those limits, I’m going to discipline you for what you did.”
I am trembling with… What? Fear? Anticipation? Arousal? My pussy streaming hot juices, I am afire.
He’s barely touched me.
“James, Michael. If you would.”
My Masters each take me by a hand, bending me forward over the bench. Arms outstretched to either side of me, my face pressed sideways against the padding, I am shackled to the hoops at either end.
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sp; They start to cuff my ankles too, legs spread, but Kris interrupts them. “No need for that. I like to see my subs struggle. I’ll enjoy watching her trying to escape.”
