‘Open up wide, my greedy little slut, and suck like you’ve never sucked before.’ I tried to step back but Joe put a strong arm around my back and pulled me into him.
He was even taller standing in the bath. He leant over and kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue fast in and out of my mouth. My own tongue fought back with lustful instinct. I scratched my nails down his back and pinched his nipples. The water saturated my clothes, making me feel hot and cold, like the natural force of the water was drawing me into this man, linking us together with its probing persistence.
He moved his lips to my ear. His breath was hot and hard as he whispered, ‘I love you so much. You make me crazy.’
Then he let go and I stepped back, able to admire the two of them together. I felt like an artist, or rather a film director, someone creative producing something beautiful. Although Joe/Harvey was already beautiful. All I had to do was remove his clothes, add running water, and put another man’s mouth around his cock.
I left them for a moment to get my phone out of my handbag. I wondered if it would stop when I was out of the room, that old philosophical thing of whether a tree falling in a wood makes any noise if there is no one to hear them. Except in my mind it was updated to whether two men would keep on touching each other without me to watch. They existed for me. Did they exist in this moment just for my pleasure?
I returned to see Harvey/Joe stroking Slave’s hair and Slave’s face flushed with the effort of taking as much of the other man’s cock as he possibly could. Joe winked at me.
‘Is he a good little cocksucker?’ I asked.
‘Not as good as some, but he’s trying.’
I took blurred, steamy photos of Slave sucking Joe on my phone and sent them to my lover with the message, I’m getting experiences. I’m yearning for you.
Almost unconsciously I went to the last message my master sent me before shutting my phone and putting it to the side.
My mouth was full of the taste of Joe/Harvey’s kiss. I licked my lips. The pull between my legs was to get in the shower with them, to flood this room with water and lust. But I had my plan, my persona. I thought of that old telly show where people pretended they were pop stars and for a few minutes to the audience perhaps they were. Tonight, Matthew, I’m going to be The Voyeur.
I leant against the wall, wet clothes sticking to my skin, and gave orders in a voice that was just audible above the flowing water.
‘Squeeze his balls.’
‘Squeeze your own balls.’
‘Harder.’
‘I want to see your tongue licking the end of his cock.’
‘I want to see your tongue licking his balls.’
‘Suck his balls.’
‘Really suck.’
‘Turn around, Harvey.’
‘Feel the tightness of his buttocks, Slave.’
‘Really squeeze his arse.’
‘That’s good, now rim him.’
The slave turned his head to me but kept his hands on Harvey/Joe’s buttocks. ‘Sorry, mistress. I’m a cock-loving slut. Could you please repeat what you said? What do you desire me to do?’
‘Rim your playmate. Perform anilingus. Tongue-fuck his arse.’
‘Really, mistress? Is that, is that healthy, mistress?’
I bit down on my lip. I thought it would be Joe who would stop the game, protest that it was too much, that he wasn’t gay and this wasn’t what he’d wanted at all when he’d left the office with me. Joe was taking everything; he threw me wry smiles and shook his head in my direction, but he appeared surprisingly comfortable with another man kneeling before him.
For whatever reason I’d been entirely confident in Slave’s obedience. I drew on that feeling now; I didn’t let it slip away from me. People always responded to supreme confidence. Didn’t they?
‘What isn’t good for your health, you stupid little slave, is displeasing me. Questioning me displeases me. Not immediately obeying an order displeases me. You looking at me displeases me. Rim him now!’
That was all he needed. A few harshly spoken words, the reassurance that I was in charge, that all his actions came from my orders.
‘Of course, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress. I never mean to displease you.’ His face turned back to Harvey’s arse and his tongue flicked out and disappeared between the other man’s buttocks.
Harvey moaned. His cock seemed even larger and even harder, if that were possible.
‘Wank his cock, slut. No, don’t stop tonguing him. Wank his cock as you tongue him.’
The slim man briefly lost his balance in the slippery bath, but quickly regained it. He put one hand on Harvey’s hips and, with the other, wanked him with an expert speed that I couldn’t help but admire.
I got my phone and took more blurred, badly lit photos. Joe gazed at me with lust-filled eyes. His orgasm came fast and hard, shooting over the shower wall.
It was too fast. I wanted to savour this moment, this power, longer. Joe shook away from Slave and stepped out of the bath.
‘Thanks for that, mate.’ He grabbed a towel and started drying himself.
I wasn’t certain if he was talking to me or Slave.
I had to stay in control. I had to have something worthwhile to report back to my master. I wanted more. I needed more. I made a mental note to myself that if life ever led me to a situation where I was a proper dom, my sub would be a woman who I could torment with orgasms all night and all day.
‘Your playmate has made a mess. Clean it up, slut.’
The man who had remained obediently kneeling in the bath now moved, I presumed to get cleaning materials.
‘You wouldn’t want Harvey’s spunk to be wasted like that, would you? You’re yearning to lick it off the wall and I give you permission to do that, slave.’
‘Thank you, mistress. You are most kind.’
Some of the water was already trickling down and washing Joe’s jizz away, but there was enough left for Slave. He lapped at the cream.
‘Get it all. Every last drop.’ I reached over and ran a nail around Harvey/Joe’s nipple.
Slave kept on licking the wall even when there was clearly nothing left.
‘You’ve had your meal, now get Harvey and I supper.’ Without waiting to see how he responded I took Joe’s hand and led him back to the dining table.
Slave scuttled after us, his body still dripping wet. ‘What would you like to eat, mistress?’
‘Surprise us,’ I breathed in my huskiest voice.
He ran into the kitchen, leaving wet footprints on the carpet behind him.
Joe/Harvey grinned at me. ‘I tell you I used to think I was gay, you tell me that I’m probably bi, did you set this up to prove your point?’
Simple answer: I didn’t.
‘We’re all bi, the only difference is whether we admit it or not,’ I said.
‘So shall I get dressed now?’ He wasn’t quite asking permission, more like enquiring if we were still playing, or if the games had finished.
But still I was being the mistress tonight. ‘Stay naked.’
He chuckled. ‘I like you. I like you a lot.’
I smiled despite my role. ‘You like sex. You like sex a lot.’
Slave came in with a tray laden with crackers and cheddar. He carefully placed it on the table in front of us.
‘More wine,’ I said, not looking at Slave.
‘Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress.’
His willy jiggled as he ran, giving him a slightly comical, slightly endearing appearance.
Joe/Harvey munched through the food Slave brought us. I gulped the cheap red wine back. Slave knelt on the floor waiting.
Joe/Harvey finished eating. I finished the wine. Slave knelt on the floor still waiting.
There was silence that lasted until I ended it. ‘Show us how well you can put your fist in your arse, Daisy.’
‘Mistress, you know – I mean, I’ve told you that I can’t do that yet.’ His head remained bowed.
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‘Yes, mistress.’
He bent over in front of us, his bottom in the air. He kept one hand on the floor for balance; with the other he reached around and pressed two fingers in the crease between his buttocks. It was an awkward position and he tumbled onto the floor. Joe/Harvey chuckled, with no malice, and gave Slave a hand to help him get his balance.
I laughed hard, with malice. The sound came from deep within my stomach. Joe/Harvey frowned at me and, for the first time in the evening, looked concerned. If I could have stopped laughing I could have explained that I wasn’t being cruel to Slave, that it was nothing to do with him, with either of them, it was me. It was all me, here in this nicely decorated, neat flat, with two men who in the normal world were almost strangers. It was me pretending I was in control.
I glanced at Slave. His head was bowed and his cock was hard. I stopped laughing. ‘Harvey, fuck Slave’s arse. He’s a virgin, so don’t be gentle, make sure he remembers his first fuck through all his life. When he’s an old, old man preaching about sin in church I want him still to be able to feel how huge you were inside him.’
‘Thank you, mistress. I would like that very much,’ Slave said.
‘I don’t care what you’d like. I care what’s going to amuse me.’ I picked the butter off the table and handed it to Harvey/Joe.
He took it with questioning eyes. I gestured him in the direction of Slave.
Joe hankered down next to Slave. ‘Is this really what you want? I know we’re having fun together, but for a moment be yourself and forget what she says and tell me what you want.’
The two naked men looked at each other. Finally, the slimmer one spoke. ‘My mistress is very wise, she knows me before I know myself. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can never forget it. Today’s already been incredibly special. I want to always clearly remember being here with you both.’
‘If at any time you can’t take it, or you change your mind, say stop and it will stop. You know that, right?’ Joe rubbed Slave’s arm.
‘I won’t want you to stop.’
‘You have the option, Daisy, that’s what’s important. Shout out, whisper, squeak it, thump it out in Morse code, whatever, I’ll hear you.’ Joe put his hand on the back of Slave’s head and drew him in for a long, lingering kiss. Far tenderer than the one he had given me earlier.
Their lips touching so gently was more erotic than Slave tonguing Joe’s arse. A tear stung my eye and I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand.
Did I need to give more orders? Is that what Slave needed?
Joe ran his hands down Slave’s back as they kissed, his fingers softly finding the other man’s bottom and carefully exploring. Then he put his hands on Slave’s shoulders and pushed him onto his back. He leant over him, kissing his neck and chest, flicking his tongue over Slave’s nipples. Slave glanced over at me and smiled, before visibly remembering he was not supposed to look at me and returning his gaze to Joe.
I didn’t need to do anything now, just be here and watch.
Joe moved slowly, finding and caressing every part of Slave’s body; moving him onto his front to kiss his spine and massage his shoulders, rolling him onto his back to suck his fingers. He ran his tongue into each crease between Slave’s fingers, circled it around each of Slave’s wrists. Slave made little sighing sounds with each kiss he received.
I watched how their cocks touched as Joe moved, but was not ready for the sight of Joe stretching out his body between Slave’s legs and taking all of Slave’s erection into his mouth. A sigh of my own slipped through my lips. Joe’s sculpted body lay on the floor; he was an Adonis and there was something beyond beautiful about him pleasuring my ordinary little slave.
Although there was nothing ordinary about a man who would let a stranger suck his cock under the orders of another stranger he claimed to love and called Mistress.
Joe moved his lips down Slave’s legs, kissing his thighs and calves all the way down to his feet and toes. Then Joe raised his legs, gently pushing Slave’s knees into his chest.
Joe smiled his beautiful, warm smile and rubbed his hand between Slave’s buttocks.
I tilted my head to try and get a better view, to no avail. ‘Tell me what he’s doing, slave.’
‘Sir is stroking between my penis and bottom.’
I liked the way Joe had been transformed from Harvey into “Sir”. It was so easy we could be whoever we wanted to be. Or whoever someone else wanted us to be.
‘And are you enjoying that, you little slut?’ I said.
‘Yes. mistress. Very much.’
‘Are you looking forward to having your arse fucked?’ I spoke to Slave but looked at Joe; how confident he was as he intimately touched the other man. I wondered what my master would look like to an outsider when he caressed me.
‘I’m very excited, mistress. Thank you, mistress.’ His gaze flickered between me and Joe. ‘Thank you, sir. For doing this for me.’
‘Just relax, Daisy.’ Joe reached for the butter which I’d passed him earlier. He rubbed it over his cock and then over Slave’s arse. ‘Relax. Spread your arse if you can.’
‘Yes, sir.’ Slave struggled to reach his hands around and pull his buttocks apart.
Joe waited patiently, then he leant slightly forward. Staring into the other man’s eyes, he wanked his cock against Slave’s tight hole.
I wanted to order him to fuck him now, to skip the foreplay and just do it. Before he’d come too fast for me; now there was a tightness in my chest that I couldn’t explain, but I knew I wanted it to be over and to be leaving this flat. But this was not about me any more, if it had ever been about me.
With one hand Joe wanked slowly, pressing against Slave but not pushing into him; with the other he played with Slave’s cock. I watched with tense anticipation.
I stood up so I could see the tip of Joe’s cock forcing into Slave’s body, Slave’s moans got louder and more frequent.
‘Fuck him faster,’ I told Joe. ‘It’s easier that way, the short, sharp pain. He’ll take it better that way.’
‘Thank you, mistress.’ Slave’s voice was a squeak.
‘That’s how you want it? Hard and fast on your first time?’
‘Yes, please, sir.’
‘You sure you want this?’
‘Yes, please, sir.’
Joe raised his eyebrows at me.
Don’t back out now, don’t back out now, I silently implored.
‘He wants it hard. Give the man what he asks for, Harvey.’ I twisted my tongue around his name, pulling out the two syllables.
Joe looked at me, then at Slave, and then back at me. In a sudden, swift movement he thrust his length into the slim man’s body.
Sweat covered Slave’s face. He closed his eyes, but he didn’t scream out. ‘Mistress,’ he said in a hoarse, small voice. ‘More. Please. More.’
I knelt beside Slave and wiped his brow with the still damp sleeve of my top. I pulled on his arm, tugging one of his hands away from his buttocks and holding it in my own. My flesh felt cold, almost dead, next to the hot, clammy nerve centre of his body.
‘Fuck him hard.’
I gazed at the solid muscles of my work colleague’s body as he pounded into my little slave. Joe manoeuvred Slave’s right leg to the floor and leant over the other man, his hands on either side of Slave’s head.
‘More,’ Slave moaned. ‘I can take more, mistress.’
‘You like it hard, don’t you, my sweet, dirty little slut?’ I stroked his hair.
‘Yes. mistress. You know me so well. I’m a dirty little cock-loving slut.’
Joe fucked him and fucked him.
I looked at Slave’s wall clock. It was a cheap catalogue one, plastic pretending to be mahogany. The minute hand sped around as if we were in one of those films where in seconds they move through hours on the clock face to quickly show the passing of time. My head spun. I felt like I was the one
being spread wide. I blinked and I was alone, tied face down on my lover’s bed with a dildo in my arse, desperately awaiting his return. I opened my eyes and Joe was fucking Slave into eternity.
‘Come. Come now. It’s enough,’ I said.
Joe grunted; five, four, three, two, one thrusts and he came inside my little slave.
When he pulled away I saw that Slave had come too at some point. His cream covered his stomach and some had jetted onto Joe’s torso. Joe didn’t appear to notice; he was half panting, half smiling.
I patted Slave on the head, gave his hand a final squeeze, and then went to get Joe’s clothes.
When Joe dropped me back off at my home I pecked him on the cheek.
He laughed. ‘You know me without trying, we have great – no, amazing sex, then tonight I thought we crossed so many boundaries, but I still don’t have a clue what’s going on in your head.’
That makes two of us, I thought.
‘This evening was a thank you for the amazing sex. You’d be wasted on me. You’re like a porn star, you can fuck for hours and the way you came when I told you to. And you’re also a great driver.’ I smiled and caressed his arm. ‘You need to find a woman who can both be your mistress and use your dominant side properly. I’m not that woman; I was just showing you the path, or however you want to see it. Go to a few fetish nights. Everyone will want you, but make sure you find a woman who’s going to really appreciate that body of yours and all your considerable skills.’ I stepped out of the car and closed the door, but then opened it again. ‘And just a little tip: when you’re in the sub role talk a lot less, and don’t grin or laugh. That’s all. Bye.’
I ran up to my flat, into my bedroom, and flopped onto the bed. My phone was beeping out a text but I ignored it. I took several deep breaths before reaching into my bedside cabinet and retrieving my largest vibrator. I pushed it into me and then rolled onto my front and lay still, letting it buzz through me.
Chapter Twelve - True
For the fifth time Dean reread the email he had just written to his mistress. It had taken him nearly two hours to write it; it was important he didn’t make any of the errors that annoyed her so much. At first he thought the anger was an act, but over time he’d begun to think it was real. He did frustrate her. He did irritate her. And he frustrated and irritated himself. She was doing so much for him, opening him up to so many experiences, far beyond the sexual, and he couldn’t even send her an email without spelling mistakes or typos in it.
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