Imagine...

by Liv Honeywell

  At that moment I had my hands on her bottom - her perfectly round and soft and deep buttocks and I clenched my hands suddenly as visions of them quivering under my raised hand as she lay across my knee, raced through my mind.

  “Yes!” she whispered. “Hard!”

  I couldn’t spank her then, it would have made too much noise. But in between making love again and again we made plans to meet at university and see if we couldn’t explore more of what we had just glimpsed.

  It was nearly dawn when I tottered back to my bed.

  But one thing had followed another, the universities were at opposite end sof the country and we had never met again until that day at an anonymous hotel in the home counties.

  We talked on for hours, filling in bits about ourselves but tip toeing around the subject of sex.

  Eventually, after the party had wound down we went for a stroll in the hotel grounds and had dinner together, then I took her to my room for the night.

  Despite it having been twenty years since we had last been in bed together, we just seemed to pick up where we had left off. Jane was still fit and shapely, her breasts were fuller and heavier but still high and jutting, her waist was still trim and her hips and legs as sensational as ever.

  I needed to work out quite regularly to maintain a reasonably trim waist and firm stomach but she seemed well pleased with what she saw when I undressed.

  The first kiss and the first touch of naked skin told me everything I needed to know. It was as if I had come home from staying in lots of great foreign places. They had been fun but now I was home; where I should be. Our bodies moulded to each other effortlessly and we drove each other to repeated orgasms as no other partner had in the intervening years.

  Eventually I lay on my back, regaining my breath with Jane’s head pillowed on my chest.

  In a soft voice she told me of the masters she had had, the husband who hadn’t been able to dominate her properly and how she had come back to Britain still searching for her perfect dom.

  From the ease with which I had got her into bed I felt reasonably sure that there wasn’t a significant other just at present and I responded by telling her about all my subs over the years and the failure of my marriage. She listened without making any comment and then kissed her way gently down my stomach and towards my still-flaccid cock.

  By the time she reached it, the promise of feeling her lips around it had woken it up and it was standing eagerly to attention; rigid and hard and ready for her.

  She propped herself up and swept her hair to one side, then looked up at me.

  “I can’t believe I only ever sucked you once,” she said. “I dreamed of doing it so often - used to wank myself stupid imagining - trying to remember - you coming in my mouth.”

  “Then why did you lose touch?”

  “Oh you know. Lectures, boys, exams. Finding out about all sorts of stuff. and by the time I really knew I was a complete sub, and what that meant, it was too late.”

  “It isn’t,” I told her and pressed my hand down onto the top of her head.

  Her lips were so soft I could hardly tell what was her breath and what was her mouth, until she closed her lips just that little bit and I knew how deeply she had me inside her. Then I felt the back of her throat and her tongue stroking the underside of my shaft. But it was all gentle and understated. Her masters had taught her well and she was content to leave her man to enjoy himself in her tight, clever, little cave until he was good and ready to come.

  It was the thought of how many beatings she had taken to learn her lesson so well that finally drove me over the precipice. But I didn’t need to press her head down while I spurted my come into her. As soon as she felt my urethra swell she ducked lower and took every drop of spunk calmly and sweetly, riding my thrusts and bucking hips with no problem.

  I told her my thought as she slid back up the bed and lay beside me again, licking her lips and using her fingers to mop up a few stray traces of spunk off her chin and then licking them clean.

  She laughed. “I’ve always been good at it. Ever since my very first, that day with you, I’ve never had any trouble giving a good blow job. But sometimes I’ve had to splutter and choke a bit to earn a good beating!”

  “I wish I had something to beat you with here,” I told her. Jeans were no longer an option and so the belt had gone, sadly.

  “I wish you had too,” she told me with such sincerity that I got up, turned on the TV to cover the noise and put her over my knee for a spanking. And I didn’t let her up until she was bright red from coccyx to thighs. Then I had her suck me off again before we slept.

  The next morning over breakfast she dropped her bombshell.

  She wasn’t alone, she was in a relationship and she would call me in a few days to talk to me more about it.

  All I could take as comfort was that she wanted to talk further so presumably wasn’t taking me as a one night stand.

  I had told her that I divided my time between my Birmingham and London offices and it was while I was in Birmingham that my secretary put a call through to me that immediately hot wired my cock.

  A slightly throaty, “Hi there!” on the other end of the line and I had to shift in my seat to allow my cock to throb into full erection at the memory of her touch. She wanted me to come up to her neck of the woods and stay the night. There was someone she wanted me to meet - and who wanted to meet me.

  I tried pumping her but she clammed up and would only give me an address. It was clear that she was under orders. But whose? Did she have a dom who wanted to watch her being used by another dom? But when we had been together she hadn’t mentioned being with a dom. Was she - and here the cock really did twitch! - was she in a lesbian relationship with another sub and they were both looking for a master? Could I be that lucky?

  I drove up on the following Friday night as arranged and the sat nav dropped me in a very civilised village beside a river. The houses were mainly large and set back from the road; and most were quite modern. The one I pulled up outside was definitely a nice pad - probably four bedroom at least I reckoned as I got out and stretched, then pulled my bag from the boot. It would be interesting to see how the sleeping arrangements worked out.

  My ring at the front door was answered by a black haired woman. She was nearly as tall as me, big breasted and with an extremely trim figure and very dark eyes. She was dressed in a simple wrap dress of bright red with black, stiletto heeled court shoes on her feet. For a second or two we examined each other.

  My mind was racing. It definitely looked like lesbianism was on the menu but what was the relationship exactly.

  The woman smiled warmly and held out her hand.

  “Hi. I’m Laura. Do come in. Jane’s talked about you so much since she got back that I’ve.......” She stopped suddenly as though she had said too much.

  Instead she offered me a drink and I accepted only a soft one - I didn’t know if I was going to be staying.

  We tried making some small talk but my libido was screaming to see Jane again and I cut through in the end.

  “Look, I’m here to see Jane. You’re a nice lady, Laura but please can we talk about her now?”

  Laura smiled and stood up, took the belt of her wrap in one hand and pulled. The dress opened suddenly and she shrugged it off her shoulders in one smooth movement.

  Beneath it she wore a black corset and hold up stockings. All I could do was curse myself for my stupidity. I’ve been around enough to know a good corset when I see one and this one was a stunner. It was set with jewels that glittered along the lines of the boning. At the breast it ran across in a straight line just above the areolas and on Laura it looked superb, her breasts were mounded up into high cushions that made my mouth go dry just looking at. And it constricted her waist to a spectacular extent, I guessed not much more than twenty
inches. From there her hips flared out smoothly to sturdy thighs. Her crotch was covered only by the briefest of black and scarlet lace thongs.

  “She couldn’t choose between us. So she wanted you to see for yourself, and if you can accept her as she is now, then maybe we can work something out,” Laura said while I took in the delicious domme who stood before me.

  It had simply never entered my head that Jane could have fallen for a dominatrix. She just seemed so naturally straight in her submission. But now that I came to meet her, Laura was quite an eyeful.

  “Ok,” I said at last. “I’m quite willing to try and sort something out. I’ve only just realised how much I missed her for all those years. Can I see her?”

  “Of course,” Laura smiled. “I do understand, I’d hate to lose her. She’s a lovely slave but she’s hardly shut up about you so I’ve taken steps to resolve the situation. Follow me and we’ll decide her future for her. It’s what she wants us to do and she’ll fall in with whatever we want.”

  I followed Laura’s terrific backside as it swayed towards a door in the main hall. She opened it and led me into the garage. Or what had been the garage.

  It was a full scale dungeon. It was definitely no play room. This was the business. It must have cost thousands to set up and Laura was plainly a pro domme.

  It had medical benches and chairs with stirrups. It had frames that could contain male and female slaves, leaving the genitals available to be worked on. I could see cock rings and ball clamps as well as labial clamps. From the ceiling hung chains and on shelves were suspension cuffs among whips, crops and canes in a dazzlingly wide variety. The sizes of some of the dildos and butt plugs were eye watering and it occurred to me to wonder how big a butt plug Jane could take up her.

  Laura plainly entertained male and female slaves, a fact she confirmed as she sauntered over to the far corner where a sheet covered a rectangular shape.

  “Jane helps me. Some of my male subs do so love being made to watch as she licks me out or fucks me with a dildo. And sometimes I rent her out to other doms for whipping. I love counting out how much money I’ve made out of her while she’s still hanging up and freshly whipped.”

  I was liking Laura more and more! And then we got to the shape in the corner and she whipped the sheet off in one movement.

  It was a cage and inside it was Jane. Her mistress had made quite sure that she would not be plagued by any more talk about me, and in that instant I realised that although this was not what I would have chosen for us when I saw her at the hotel, it had a lot going for it.

  An inflatable ball gag had been buckled about Jane’s face and inflated to a size that made it look as if the poor woman was about to retch. She had been placed on all fours and her leash had been run from her collar down to the floor of the cage where it was tied tightly so that she couldn’t lift her head. Her wrist cuffs had also been tied down and clover leaf clamps had been fastened to her nipples with weights attached. At her other end, her calves had been tied down slightly parted and labial clamps supported more weights. From between her stretched labia the base of a pretty impressive dildo was visible and a faint buzzing told the full story of Jane’s suffering. Her Mistress sat down on top of the cage and reached up to a shelf with more weights stored on it.

  A muffled groaning came from poor Jane who was naked apart from the items being used to restrain and torment her and she did look delightful. True, it wasn’t me who had had the pleasure of tormenting her like this, but at least she was being tormented as she needed to be - and that was something.

  Laura handed me the weights and cocked an eyebrow at me. I took them and squatted down in front of the cage.

  Jane must have seen my shoes because she gave a deep and pathetic groan - or maybe it was an attempt to greet me. Who cared?

  I took a weight and reached between the bars to add it to the weight already hanging from her right nipple. Her groaning through the gag escalated immediately and then assumed almost screeching proportions as I did the same to her left. We listened to her suffering in pleasant silence and then Laura reached down and took hold of the buzzing dildo’s base. She withdrew it and Jane’s keening subsided as she waited for her next dose of pain.

  Laura held it steady for a moment and then withdrew it totally, making Jane whine in dismay but with a big grin at me, she turned the thing off, gleaming with Jane’s juices, and took a tube of toothpaste off the shelf. She squeezed out a small dollop and then reached back down and smeared it on poor Jane’s clitoris. I nearly applauded. It was superb cruelty and I could see why Jane hadn’t wanted to leave her for me but had tried to engineer a way that both her favourite doms could share her, maybe there was an element of topping from the bottom in that but if there had been, she was paying for it now. Laura stood up as the cage began to shake as Jane screamed into her gag and thrashed about helplessly as her clit stung and burned.

  Laura stood up and replaced the sheet.

  “I haven’t whipped her for a few days. If you think you might like to share her, why don’t we do that later. I’d like to see how well marked I can expect her to be after I send her to you.”

  “Of course. Let’s have a drink and see how we can fit passing her around into our schedules.”

  And leaving Jane to screech and thrash about to her heart’s content we repaired to the lounge where we enjoyed a leisurely scotch before returning to the dungeon to continue working on our slave.

  Laura was a generous and likable person and now I knew the full dynamics of the situation I trod as carefully as I could, not wanting to offend her by being too much of a macho interloper. And when we did finally go back to the dungeon, we found that we fitted together very neatly when it came to dominating Jane.

  As was only fitting in Laura’s territory I was content for her to decide on what came next. Jane, having quietened down, was released and allowed to take off all the weights and clamps, then she was wrist suspended; Laura even had a winch mounted in the ceiling - it meant her male slaves could be hung up with no effort on her part - and all it took was the push of a button to have Jane stretched out and dangling from a rope about a foot or so off the floor.

  “I’m quite sure that you’ve got a harder whip hand than I have,” Laura said as I watched the still-gagged figure hang ripely, swinging gently, her richly fleshed buttocks and long thighs, crying out for the lash. “So may I suggest that I choose the implements and suggest where and how many lashes she takes, while you administer them.”

  It sounded good to me.

  Jane turned out to have excellent thresholds and despite being blonde her skin marked relatively slowly. So I was free to spend quite a long time with a range of beautifully crafted floggers while we chatted, with Laura occasionally steadying Jane by gripping her nipples hard. Eventually I had to take off my shirt as the room heated up and as I threw it onto a bench Laura and I caught each other’s eye. I could see her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily and her eyes were wide. Suddenly I desperately wanted to explore between those pale skinned thighs and set those tremendous tits free.

  No words were needed. Jane was forgotten for the moment. I struggled out of my trousers and shoes and socks while Laura shed the corset and thong. I took her standing up against one of the leather padded whipping benches. It was an urgent, unsophisticated rut. She leaned back and supported herself on her arms, spread out behind her, her legs parted wide. I just rammed myself into the moist warmth at her groin, felt her lips part around my rampant head as I sank into her. My hands were full of her breasts, soft and deep. I dropped my head and took her nipples into my mouth, one by one, sucking them into even further erection.

  “Oh God! Make me come!” she whispered. I took hold of her bottom and really began to ram into her, even threatening to make the bench move. Our bodies slapped against each other harder and harder, I could hardly feel that I was inside her, s
he was so wet, and then suddenly she was biting my shoulder and shaking as she came, crying out in ecstasy and I could relax and let myself go too, I swore as I shot my load into her so hard it made my arse ache. We took a few moments to come down and then smiled and kissed.

  “Do we have a deal, Laura?” I asked.

  “Deal,” she said.

  We looked at Jane who was still hanging where we had left her, her body now developing some very pretty welts. I turned and leaned against the bench beside Laura.

  “How many ways can three people fuck, do you reckon?” I asked.

  Laura gave a husky chuckle. “Let’s try as many as we can think of!” she said.

  And we did.

  That was some two years ago and Jane has been happily swapped between me and Laura ever since. In fact I must go and attend to Jane now. She arrived from Laura’s earlier on carrying her note as usual.

  We had her labia pierced and when we want to really communicate about her, we unscrew the catchball on one of the rings, take it out, push a note over one end and then put it back and secure it again. Jane then has to travel either by rail or road with no knickers on and carrying her own doom at her cunt. She’s inevitably wet as a month of English Sundays when she arrives but usually you can make out the message.

  This one had been simple. “Please whip her cunt and phone me when she’s screaming. I’ve got a client who really needs big pain and it’ll spur me on. Laura xx”

  Jane’s been hanging in front of me for some time now, her legs wide open and the handle of the whip I’m going to use stuffed into her cunt. I put a bit of ginger in her arse too and she’s been making the chains jingle while I’ve been writing this last bit.

  So, if you’ll excuse me, gentle reader, I’ll find my phone and start work on the lovely Jane. It’ll get a bit noisy now....

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