by Tessa Wanton
“Hello, Tessa. Quite as delectable as Charles told me. In fact, no—even more beautiful. He does seem to have an eye for the finer treasures in life.”
It wasn’t so much what she said but how she said it. She spoke in a low, highly controlled and considered fashion, the resonant depth of her voice flowing like rich honey over Tessa’s senses. The gentleness in her voice and demeanor spoke volumes of what was hidden within rather than what was obvious at first glance. Tessa instantly recognized the strength of the mind behind those ice blue eyes. Even though she stood at least half a foot shorter than Tessa, even in her impressive pumps, the whole effect of the lady was overwhelming. Tessa had started trembling as soon as she finished her last word; the attraction she felt to this woman caused her stomach to somersault. Her Master certainly did have an eye for the finer things in life, and His alliance with Lady Isabella was obviously every bit as meaningful as His and Tessa’s. That thought made her feel uncomfortable, but for tonight she was His good girl, and she would take great pleasure in serving this stunning woman in any way she was instructed. Her body was already responding, preparing, moistening, pulse quickening, nipples hardening, and this last manifestation was not lost on the blonde Domme. Tessa swore she saw Isabella wet her bottom lip as she openly appraised her curvaceous figure in the obscenely revealing dress.
“Well, come in, my dear. Charles is waiting for us.” She stood back from the doorway, inviting Tessa in with a mere flip of her hand. Stepping inside and smiling shyly at Isabella, Tessa looked around the hallway in open wonder, noting quietly to herself how run-down it appeared. The worn wooden banisters, frayed runner carpets and torn wallpaper all hid what was clearly an impressive manor house in its time. However, it certainly hadn’t had much loving care and attention in the previous few years. Turning back to her again, Tessa quickly lowered her eyes from direct contact with that penetrating stare, flushing again as she followed her toward what she presumed to be the drawing room. A sense of excitement but also foreboding filled her as she felt this path she now walked was leading to something that would change her life forever.
Chapter Three
As Lady Isabella glided through the doorway, Tessa thought her heart was going to thud free of her ribcage. She was anxious about seeing her Master again after the disaster of their last meeting, and of course she was even more keen to please Him than she had ever been before. Shakily stepping into the room, she kept her eyes lowered and stood awaiting direction. She could sense His gaze on her—it was unmistakable, electric, and her skin prickled under the intensity of His scrutiny. He must be checking to see if I have followed His instructions, she thought as she stood and waited. He had required her to wear the black tube dress He had bought her some months ago, extremely short and figure hugging, and He had also said she was not to wear any underwear. There was to be no doubt to anyone who saw her that she was completely naked except for the thin material clinging to her ample frame. She was also to wear her Benwa balls for two hours previously, and to leave them in for their meeting to ensure she was completely ready for any eventuality. To finish the outfit, she was to wear her lace topped stockings with her usual garter belt, and her five and a half inch strappy sandals. She was to wear no jewelry or adornments aside from her four leather ankle and wrist cuffs. Unlike any normal meeting with her Master, she was to ensure these were buckled tightly in place before arrival, as He would not be placing them on her for this particular scene. This had felt the strangest request of all of them as it was almost like a ritual for Him to place the symbols of her submission on her. But then maybe that was the test: to make her uneasy, to take her out of her comfort zone.
“You look beautiful, Tessa, such a good girl for following my instructions to the letter; you are a delight and a credit to me. Come, kneel for me.” He gestured to the floor at His feet. Not daring to look up at Him, she walked quickly to His side and noted He had placed a pillow on the floor in the area He had indicated for her to sit. Bracing herself on the arm of the chair, she steadied herself as she dropped to her knees on the cushion provided. Once she had knelt, He entwined His right hand in her hair and pulled her toward Him so she now sat on the pillow and her head was against His thigh. “Relax, my sweet, rest a while,” He said quietly as she allowed herself to be guided by Him. The delight in His voice sent shivers through her, reminiscent of how they used to be together, all those months before. “This is a new situation for you, my Tess, and although you need no safeword with me, since you gave it to me so long ago, I would like you to have a safeword for any others you play with, namely my dear Isabella here. Oh, and of course Johnny boy. For this purpose, I have chosen the word ‘Rioja’—blood red Rioja. Seems appropriate, don’t you think? And for when you are unable to speak, you will treasure this red ball.” He handed her a bright red soft rubber ball that she squeezed easily between her fingers as she took it from him. Staring at it, puzzled, he continued, “When you are gagged, you must hold this in your hand. Should you wish the scene to stop, you will drop it. Same rules apply as before; if you drop the ball, the scene, the training, everything finishes. Do you understand, Tessa?” Charles placed His index finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to look directly into His eyes. Trembling with the enormity of having a method of safety back in her life, she could only manage two words—which were more than sufficient in response.
“Yes, Master.” Holding her gaze for a few moments longer, He removed His hand from her and turned to the Lady.
“So, you were saying about the stables, Isabella? When do you hope to have them up and running?” Master asked the Lady, obviously continuing a conversation they were having before she arrived. To Tessa this whole situation was strange but exciting—these two powerful people were discussing business as though she wasn’t present, and her Master was continually pulling and stroking her hair throughout the entire discourse. At one point, Isabella handed Him a champagne saucer full of what Tessa could only assume was fine champagne, and He placed it on the floor next to her, releasing her hair and nodding that she should drink it. Isabella had moved a finely turned old dining chair with a red velvet seat to the other side of her, so as they talked, they were effectively talking over Tessa’s head. Their conversation, low and assured, was almost hypnotic as she tried to focus on steadying her stuttering heart. As she sat up a little so she could take the delicate glass with both hands, even though they were both still mid-conversation, she felt her Master slide a finger into the back of her dress and glide it back and forth across her back, the sensation both calming and exciting all wrapped in one tingling bundle of energy. As suddenly as He had started caressing her, He pulled the dress down to her waist in one swift movement, exposing her breasts for them. Much to Tessa’s shock, neither of them mentioned or even acknowledged that she was sitting there half naked. She felt on display, a plaything for the privileged and powerful. She shamefully admitted to herself that she loved how it felt.
Taking a large sip of champagne, she felt her Master’s hand snake its way along her spine up to the nape of her neck, where He firmly grasped her steadily in place. She was pulled upright and back onto her knees so that her posture was straighter and her breasts were thrust forth. Her breathing quickened as she felt Lady Isabella’s hands on her naked flesh for the first time. Master held her firmly as the Domme cupped her breasts in turn, still sipping Her glass of Rioja in Her left hand, caressing so gently, exploring, until eventually She pinched her nipple between Her thumb and forefinger and rolled and pulled it, teasing it with such skill that it was all Tessa could do not to drop the fine crystal she cradled in her hands.
Her head was spinning; this was really happening. The business conversation continued in earnest above her head, but there was no way she could concentrate now. Eventually Lady Isabella ceased Her attentions on her breast momentarily, and Tessa took the opportunity to set the glass safely on the floor, not before taking a large swig for good measure. No sooner did she swallow that the attention
commenced on her other nipple, her Master’s grip on her neck holding her steady, as strong as ever. Her nipples tingled as both were made erect by the continued attentions, and eventually, although she couldn’t turn her head, she heard a light clink of metal which made her shiver to wonder what it might be. Lady Isabella took her wrist and attached something to her cuff, and then pulled it to connect to her other wrist, securing Tessa’s arms behind her, pushing her breasts even farther out for display.
Before she knew what was happening, Tessa felt a sharp pinch on one nipple, followed by another sharp pinch on the other, the pressure becoming increasingly painful by the second. Straining to look down she could just see out of the corner of her eye that there were two silver clips applied to her nipples, connected by a fine silver chain in the middle. It was all she could do not to whimper as the crushing intensified. She was desperately repeating her new safeword over and over in her head, but she didn’t want to use it so quickly, for she implicitly trusted the two Dominants who held her in Their control. Still gripping her neck firmly, her Master reached around her, and with His spare hand tugged gently on the connecting chain. Unable to control herself any longer, she screamed, but it wasn’t that which shocked her the most. It was how much the sensation was arousing her; she could feel the insides of her thighs becoming slick with her excitement. The dull ache in her core burned like a raging fire of need.
Her self-control had evaporated, leaving only instinct. Every scent, sound and taste suddenly intensified. She became aware that not only could she smell the champagne and Rioja mingled together, the pure and the rich, but also her own scent and a new one. A deliciously musky scent—that was unmistakably Lady Isabella. It seemed that as well as pleasing her Master, she was appealing to the beautiful Lady also. Tessa closed her eyes and moaned as the pressure on her nipples became more bearable, and she could re-focus on the fingers tracing lightly across her skin by both her Master and Isabella. Their caresses were driving her even crazier than before; the infernal torture of her breasts seemed to have heightened every other nerve ending in her body.
Eventually They stopped, and Master released her neck. Slumping slightly, she tried to hold herself proud as before, but it wasn’t for long as Lady Isabella helped her gently to her feet, then took the chain and tugged gently for her to follow. Yelping more out of fear than pain, she tottered forward, arms still bound, legs like jelly from the sensual torture she had just been subjected to. Halting in front of the huge polished wood dining table, Isabella moved behind her and pushed her gently to bend at the waist. Tessa pressed her cheek to the mahogany first, then let the chain and clamps touch the table. Fresh pain bloomed as her nipples brushed the cold surface, but faded just as quickly. Tessa jumped a little when she felt Isabella’s hands on either side of her hips, rubbing her full thighs and buttocks, tracing the outline of the garter belt, savoring the feeling. She rolled up the tiny dress so she was completely exposed, top and bottom. Tessa gasped as she felt Isabella’s hand slide between her legs, gently parting her lips, dipping momentarily into her dripping core alongside the Benwa, and then pulled gently at her labia. Removing Her hand, she commanded quietly, “Spread your legs, my dear…that’s it, a little wider…” She encouraged Tessa so her entire upper body was now resting on the table and her pussy was on display.
“Now, Charles, what was it you said about spanking again?”
Chapter Four
Charles noted with satisfaction that Tessa was noticeably panting with fear. Isabella was a real delight, effortlessly gaining trust with her gentle manner. She’d taken to Tess with the same enthusiasm as he had, and the ease with which she’d sent his girl into her subspace so quickly and without much of his help had pleased him. His perfect foil. This entire scene was something she had planned herself after he’d recounted some of their previous sessions, and she’d taken great interest in the spanking he had dealt.
When Charles had first described Tessa’s punishments, Isabella had shaken her head and sighed. “Charles, darling, you can’t do that to a new sub; she’ll be terrified of spanking now, and from what you tell me, your little girl would grow to love that particular activity too. All the sensual hand prints, semi-permanent marking, lasting sensation memories, and yet such tolerable torture for one such as her. Mark my words, she would be a natural to this. I haven’t seen her, but I would even be willing to place a wager on it. We do things my way for this first scene, and I guarantee she’ll climax from the spanking I give her. Fifty pounds a fair stake?” “Oh, no, Izzy dearest, that’s no wager,” he rebutted. “If you’re so damned confident you know my sub better than I, then you’d better well put your money where your mouth is. If you don’t make her orgasm through spanking alone, then you will kneel for me, and you will deep throat me until I come. That, my dear, is a bet. If you do give her release, of course, then watching the scene unfold is reward and chastisement enough for me. But no cheating. No clit stimulation, nor buzzy things. Anything else is fair game. But definitely no buzzy things.”
And so he’d thrown down the gauntlet. He knew Isabella was more than capable of fulfilling her boast, but he couldn’t resist threatening her with potential Domination. He knew she’d hate that—and he did enjoy watching her pout in annoyance. He wasn’t that interested in spanking, but it was a specialty of Isabella’s, so he thought the girls could have some fun. There was no denying he was also going to immensely enjoy watching. So Isabella had asked that Tessa wear her cuffs when she arrived to give her some familiar comforts, and more importantly, the Benwa. They would be driving her crazy by now, anyway, and of course, when the spanking commenced, the angle at which she was currently resting meant any jiggling would put pressure on her G-spot, and the insistent massaging would make it inevitable that she would come hard if she let herself go sufficiently. With that thought, he intently watched the scene unfold before him.
“Now, now, Tessa, my dear,” he heard Isabella say in her characteristic low, calming voice. “There is nothing to fear, here, I am simply going to show you how a proper spanking should be carried out.” She gave him a challenging sideways glance, half smiling through her words. “Trust me—it is as important to me as it is to you that you enjoy what we do here today.” All of the time she was speaking to Tessa, Charles noted she had been running her hands over his submissive girl’s beautiful rump. He smiled as he considered that it wasn’t too much of a different technique from that used to calm panicking horses. Interestingly, it also seemed to have the same effect on Tessa. Her body had stopped shaking and her breathing had returned to a level rhythm. “Now, breathe deeply—focus for me, Tessa, and allow the sensations to sink into you. I promise I will not bring you to harm. You have your safeword; my only objective is to bring you pleasure.” She continued caressing to the insides of Tessa’s thighs, one hand sliding up between her labia, a finger slipping inside. Charles suspected to check whether the Benwa were in the correct position. Judging by the loud sigh Tessa gave, he concluded they were indeed.
“Count them out loud!” Isabella commanded firmly as she stood back and raised her hand. What followed next was nothing short of beautiful in Charles’ mind. The grace with which her hand flew through the air and met Tessa’s derriere was akin to art. The sound of her hand making contact with bare flesh was stimulating to say the least, and the gradual reddening of Tessa’s bottom was uniform, indicating the lady was being careful not to strike the same place too many times. He watched, mesmerized, as Isabella’s whole body became involved in administering her delight, a flush rising in her cheeks as she was clearly enjoying imparting the “punishment.” Shifting his attention from the exquisite performance, he focused on Tessa’s reactions. She had turned her face toward him as she half lay on the table, her eyes tightly shut. Counting each blow out loud, he watched her lips form “fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,” her voice heavy with lust, and he could tell from her body relaxing gradually with each consecutive blow that she was indeed nearing orgasm. A pure delight to
see such skill at work.
He’d dreamed of giving his Tess to another and watching the results for a long time. It felt like the ultimate power play. She couldn’t refuse, and it was so simple. To please him, she must please the other. At this particular moment there was no doubt both she and Isabella were having the time of their lives, and of course this pleased Charles immensely. Sipping the spicy Rioja, he watched Tessa’s features change and contort as pain battled with pleasure, and as she reached twenty-three, her eyes flew open and locked with his. He steadily returned her gaze and continued to drink, appearing indifferent to her curiosity, and to add a little “something else” he lifted his cigar to his lips, breathing in the velvet smoke as though he was watching the news. He knew that action would drive her close to the edge, with his apparent boredom to her plight. Perhaps a little cruel, but judging by her eyes, she was completely lost in her ecstasy, and her desire to please him would make her orgasm very shortly. As twenty-five was reached, a faltering cry broke from her throat and he held his breath as he saw her visibly stiffen. At twenty-six, her entire body shuddered. A few seconds more and she closed her eyes, slumping limp over the table. Charles flicked his gaze to Isabella, who was standing there victorious, her chest heaving with labored breathing, glowing with obvious triumph.
Setting down his wine, Charles stood and moved over to them, resting a hand on Tessa’s bottom. She mewled a little. Then he reached for the string of the Benwa still buried within her. She wriggled against him, moaning freely now. He firmly took hold and quickly pulled them out in one fluid movement. Tessa screamed as her hips bucked wildly, the visible twitching of her pussy causing his shaft to ache painfully with the desire to take her there and then. But this wasn’t his scene—it was Isabella’s, and he had no doubt she was aching to taste her as much as he was at the moment. She’d done most of the work, after all. Holding the dripping Benwa in front of Tessa’s glazed eyes, Charles looked up at Isabella with a satisfied nod, clucked his tongue and imparted an extremely hard slap on Tessa’s behind as he turned back to his chair.
