by Tessa Wanton
“Go on, babe. I’m all ears.”
“Okay.” She sat silent for a beat longer than was comfortable, and took a deep breath. “You know today I was required to serve both Master and this new lady?” She paused and looked intently at him, as if to check that she had his full attention. He nodded and gestured for her to carry on.
“Well, it was amazing—we’d tried a bit of spanking, but this woman…was something else! I think it’s a specialty of hers or something. Anyway, I was really nervous and a bit scared, as I’ve never properly been with a woman, and…” Johnny’s mind flipped to autopilot as Tessa recounted every last detail of what had happened earlier that day. He listened to her babble excitedly over the spanking, then the forced orgasms, and when “The Lady” fucked her with a strap-on. He wasn’t quite sure how he was meant to take all of this knowledge, but he was secretly pleased that the woman had had most of the encounters with her. He didn’t have that sinking feeling of knowing the last person inside his Tessa was that man.
As she continued to describe the finer details of the lesbian aspects of the day, he was disconcerted to find he was becoming aroused. Considerably so. Where the thought of Charles and Tess was a complete turn off, the thought of Tess and another woman definitely was not. It was only when she stopped talking suddenly that he realized his mind had wandered completely off track. He returned her inquisitive look with one of embarrassment, and shifted his position in the seat. She had noted his reaction, however, and now she was beaming from ear to ear.
“Johnny. I really want you to sit in on a session with Master, Lady Isabella and me; I want you to understand what happens first hand, not other women…I want you to see me when I’m in my happy place. I mean, there’ll be no pressure to join in, but…if you wanted to… And…”
At this point she hesitated and sighed heavily, breaking eye contact with him and looking away to her drink. In a voice he barely heard, her words shot a bolt of abject terror and longing through his entire being.
“I wish you were my only Master…”
Chapter Two
He wasn’t pleased. Charles hadn’t liked the idea from the very start, but she’d pleaded and begged and she’d already made her mind up anyway, so there was hardly any way he could deny her. He’d met the boy a few times now at Elisha’s voyeur club, and had grudgingly started to like him, but it was clear he was jealous of his connection with Tessa. Silly boy. She was living with him—he could take what he wanted from her any time he wished, yet he was more preoccupied with being green-eyed. In a way, he quite enjoyed the idea that a man so young would see him as a threat, but he supposed he actually was a threat. At one point in their relationship, if he had commanded her to leave Johnny, she would have done so without question. In fact, she probably still would. Now, however…such a request would hurt her deeply. Hurting his Tess was not something he ever wanted to do. Convincing Isabella had been easy, for she’d raved about the last session she’d had with Tessa, and the idea of bringing her boyfriend in on the proceedings had intrigued and excited her. She’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist. She had insisted upon a tad of the theatricals for the venue this time, as she really wanted to put a show on for their vanilla spectator. So she had cleaned out one of the stalls in the stable, added a strategically placed saddle block, hitching rings and the like, and laid clean, fresh straw on the floor. “Absorbent,” she’d said, “and adds to the rustic feel.”
After breathing in deeply, he had to admit the place smelled exciting. He loved the scent of fresh straw, horses, the countryside; it stirred something primal within him. He might just enjoy this, after all. Placing loops of rope near the hitching rings, he crouched down next to the saddle block and attached Tessa’s leather cuffs to the legs with lengths of chain. Rope was fun, but Charles enjoyed chains a great deal more. Standing upright and carefully stretching out his back, he surveyed the stable once more. “Perfect, Charles, perfect,” he muttered, and mused to himself the place did indeed look inviting for an afternoon of play. Checking his watch, he gauged he had about thirty minutes before the “guests” arrived, and there wasn’t much more he could do in the stables, so he headed back to the house to see what Isabella was up to.
“Izzy, your stables are a delight—you’ve outdone yourself this time,” he called as he walked through the back door into the large, recently modernized kitchen. Glancing over to the side, he noted a tray with four champagne flutes and an ice bucket, filled to the brim with bottles of Belgian beer. Smiling, he selected a beer and opened it. She certainly enjoyed entertaining, it seemed, and as usual, no detail went unheeded.
“Make yourself at home, Charles. My home is your home.” The dulcet tones of Lady Isabella’s voice drifted to his ears as he turned around to reply.
“Too kind.” He took another swig of beer, for he needed it after catching sight of Isabella. She looked absolutely stunning, having changed out of her everyday clothes into her riding gear, but with a delicious twist. The skin-tight cream jodhpurs showed off her stunning figure temptingly, and the show jacket nipped in at her waist and enhanced the flare of her hips perfectly. The crisp white blouse underneath was unbuttoned to her waist, revealing a deep red corset, which shaped her breasts in the most inviting of ways. It had been a long time since another woman besides Tessa had evoked this response in him. Becoming hard within seconds, he downed the rest of his beer and regarded her footwear. Not simple riding boots, but over the knee boots in a chestnut brown suede leather, laced up the back, and killer heels, five or so inches tall. The overall look was perfectly provocative. Her hair was neatly arranged in a French pleat, and her makeup was immaculate, down to her perfectly painted pillar-box red lips. He chuckled to himself as he fought the urge to smudge and smear the lipstick across her face with his hands.
“Gorgeous, my dear. You will be the star of the show. Our vanilla boy won’t know what to do with himself.”
“It’s nice to have an appreciative audience,” she replied, while raising her eyebrows and looking pointedly at the significant bulge in his trousers. “But none of this is for you or him; I want to see how far we can push that delightful girl of ours—she really is quite intoxicating. The boy can watch and get drunk for all I care; I fully intend on enjoying myself completely this afternoon. Without any distraction.”
“Isabella, my dear.” He spoke firmly but quietly as he continued to look away from her. “Don’t forget one little thing: She is my submissive. She is here purely by my grace. If I decided it wasn’t healthy for her to be here, then she wouldn’t be. So. To make absolutely clear, both the boy and myself, if I feel so inclined, will take our turns with her. Of course, all at once if the whim is taken, but make no mistake—she is not yours, and the sooner you get out of that mindset, the better.” Sliding his gaze back to her, he fixed her with a hardened stare. She defiantly tried to return the intensity but shuffled uneasily, turning away instead. Did he see the flicker of a frustrated blush? Taking another sip of beer, he glanced at his watch again. They should be here shortly, and he was very curious indeed to see just how this poor lad would take to being groomed further into the lifestyle. Charles considered it was just as likely to end in disaster. Could one really, truly just turn someone into a Dom who had never before shown any inclination? He knew of her submission to him, and yet despite all of the training he had received, the boy had never tried anything with Tess in the privacy of his own home. That to Charles was a big sign Johnny wasn’t ready for this. But he had reluctantly admitted to himself a number of times since agreeing to this meeting that he appeared as powerless to his girl’s wishes as any other person who loved her.
Chapter Three
Johnny felt sick as they pulled up the driveway of the big house. Tess had said this was a large country house, but he had reserved judgment, knowing her tendency to exaggerate things from time to time. This time, however, she was dead right. The place was huge. So they were to be the amusement for the gentry today, were they? Great. Why
did he ever agree to this?
Sighing, he glanced at Tess in the passenger seat, who was gazing out the window. She had become quiet for the last fifteen minutes of the drive—was she as nervous as he was? Did she get nervous before this so-called use? He daren’t ask; he was totally out of his depth and completely dreading what was to come next. What was she thinking anyway? Turning him into a Dom? Did she really think he could be like that Master of hers? He had never raised a hand to anyone, let alone Tess, and this torturing she described sounded painful in the extreme. He felt sure that such cruelty was beyond him, but it shook him deeply for the woman he loved to even consider that he might be capable of exactly that. Suck it up, Johnny, you’ve agreed to this, you go through with it. You might be completely wrong about the whole thing and she may be right. This could be your ticket to ridding yourself of the old man completely. If you are her Master, she’ll never need to see him again. Ever.
He took a deep breath and turned the engine off. “Okay, sweets, let’s get this party started.” As she turned to look at him, the full force of her smile hit him like a wrecking ball through his chest. He would do anything for her. Forever.
Stepping out of the car, he hurried around to the passenger door and offered her his hand, making sure she didn’t stumble on the loose gravel driveway. She was wearing ridiculous heels, but he liked her in high heels—they shaped her calves and ankles so deliciously, and she did have phenomenal legs. The seamed tan stockings and black suspender belt were his request, along with the black satin panties and black corset. It seemed her play partners preferred her to look slutty, but he put his foot down and told her he wanted her to look classy. Despite what they wanted—and it seemed they always got what they wanted—this time, it was his decision. He’d also said she should wear a long cocktail dress, and he would wear a suit. He’d seen this sort of thing on the Internet, and had been drawn to images of bondage and the like where the women had been dressed extremely elegantly, and the men controlling them had been in suits and dinner jackets. He had enjoyed those images a lot and felt perhaps he could do a good job of carrying off the look. Tess had mentioned her Master always dressed impeccably, so whatever he could do, Johnny could equal, he was sure. Plus, with his physique, he’d fill a suit a lot better than that scrawny city worker. The long, softly flowing, green satin cocktail dress she wore shimmered in the afternoon light, moving sinuously across her body with each step she took. The deep emerald green was an amazing contrast to her pale skin and flame hair; a color which she often favored. The result was breathtaking. She was breathtaking. And she was his.
Feeling like a teenager with a prom date, he stood uneasily by her side as they waited for the door to be answered. Eventually they were greeted by the old man, who apparently only had eyes for him.
“Ah, Johnny, so good of you to make it! Been swatting up on any details we discussed at our last encounter?” Charles clapped Johnny on the shoulder and smiled broadly. This unnerved Johnny; why was he being so hospitable when he and his friend were about to screw his girlfriend in front of him? A tactic, perhaps? He couldn’t fathom anything other than to maybe try and relax him. He knew he could do with some relaxing.. As Charles led them through the big house, he barely took in what he was seeing, and when they entered the kitchen all he could focus on was the bucket of beer on the countertop. Before he even realized, Master Charles handed him a bottle and was waiting expectantly for him to take it.
“I’m driving.” He struggled with himself, as he really could do with a beer if he was to make it through this ordeal.
“We’ll get you a taxi later if need be. For now, you look like you could benefit from a little unwinding.”
Glaring at him, he reluctantly took the beer, even though it annoyed him that the old man presumed he needed a drink. Taking a swig, he leaned wearily against the countertop and watched as he handed Tessa a large glass of champagne, running his hand slowly down the length of her arm as she stood with her eyes lowered. There was definitely something amiss here. Johnny had never seen Charles ignore Tessa before, and certainly he had not seen Tess avoiding his gaze either. Unease washed over him again. Why did he always have to feel like the outsider in his own personal life? Quickly finishing the fancy beer, he reached for another one, relishing every ice cold bubble as they fizzed on his tongue. He was here now. He had no choice but to go along with this pantomime; he just had a nasty feeling he was the court jester in the whole proceedings.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to offer his apologies before taking their leave, but was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of the stunning woman who had glided into the room. Gliding was the only word he could use to describe her movements; he couldn’t even compare his Tessa to the gracefulness she exuded. Quickly shutting his mouth, he remained silent for fear of living up to his role as the fool. Her piercing blue eyes seared through him, and when she smiled, it felt like the heat from a hearth on his skin. She was breathtakingly beautiful. When she finally released his gaze and turned to Tess and Charles, his eyes wandered down her body. Every inch was as beautiful as her face: she had a tiny nipped waist, and neat, rounded hips, all accentuated by the high-heeled boots she was wearing and the skin tight jodhpurs. He was salivating. He quickly drained his beer and took a third. He was going to need all the Dutch courage he could muster to survive the afternoon.
“Good afternoon, Jonathan. Please, do make yourself at home. My humble home is your home.”
Isabella’s low, sure voice drifted disarmingly to his ears. It had been a long time since anyone had called him by his full name. In fact, he usually hated it, but for some reason he expected it from her. It wasn’t a problem; he had a feeling if she said to jump off a cliff he’d feel compelled to do it.
“Erm, thanks, Lady, er, Isabella.” He coughed as the words caught in his throat. He felt like a naughty teenager caught checking out his friend’s mother. He was out of his depth, for sure, yet he was very aroused. The sight of her and Tessa looking good enough to eat had caused an involuntary reaction, one which he did his best to hide. He had no doubt it was futile and his excitement was clear for all to see. He just hoped they were as polite as they seemed to keep such knowledge to themselves. It was then the whole “happy, unassuming and friendly chat” atmosphere changed. Grasping the fresh bottle tightly in his hand, Johnny stood shocked and mesmerized as he watched the beautiful Lady Isabella and the old man slowly undress his Tessa.
Charles made the first move, stroking up and down the length of Tessa’s arm a number of times while he and Isabella were talking. He eventually settled on the thin spaghetti strap of the dress and slipped it down her arm, repeating the action on her other arm. He then twisted his fingers in her hair while looking deep into her eyes. Quite clearly he must have tugged hard as her mouth formed an “O” of pain, her eyes narrowing in a clear attempt to endure and remain quiet and—was he reading her right? —the same flush from the morning after they had consummated their relationship rose on her chest and cheeks. As Charles leaned in to kiss her, Isabella moved beside them, peeling Tessa’s dress down over her breasts, exposing the black satin corset he had requested she wear. The shimmering material slipped over the full curve of her hips until it finally fell free in a puddle at her feet. Johnny thought he heard Isabella say something, but he was too distracted by the spectacle in front of him to pay any attention to things like words. His mouth went dry as he watched Isabella crouch down in front of her, hands snaking up over Tessa’s thighs, eventually reaching the waistband of her silk panties, sliding them down over her legs excruciatingly slow. The sizzle of the material over her nylons made him ache painfully, but he no longer cared whether anyone could see how aroused he was. He could plainly see for himself the old man was enjoying the proceedings, and if Tessa’s obvious arousal was anything to go by, Isabella ought to be in a state too. When her panties had been removed, Isabella passed them to Charles, who slipped them into his pocket, not once breaking from the passionate k
iss he was enjoying with Tessa, or removing his other hand from the base of her skull.
What came next was wholly unexpected, and Johnny had no idea what it was they had in mind, but he watched, open-mouthed, as Isabella pulled a little black egg-shaped item with a long tail out of her pocket. She handed a small rectangular object to Charles, who had pulled away from the kiss and was nipping the soft flesh of Tessa’s extended neck with his teeth. Not distracted from his task in the slightest, he slipped the object into the same pocket with her panties, and moved lower to nibble her shoulder blade. A low moan slid from Tessa’s throat and Johnny’s attention quickly moved from his girl’s deliciously agonized face to Isabella. He couldn’t see precisely what she was doing, but judging by her glistening hand, she was fucking Tess with two fingers, slowly, with an upward twisting motion. She had lifted Tessa’s leg over her shoulder so she was completely exposed to the lady who was balanced on one knee on the floor. Tessa was visibly shaking; he could clearly see the effect all of the attention was having on her, and he trembled in response. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been so hard. When he thought Tess might have come all over the lady’s hand, he watched helplessly as Isabella pushed the small black object deep inside her, so only the bottom of the “tail” was visible dangling from Tessa’s beautiful body.
Master released her hair the same time as Isabella lowered Tessa’s leg to the ground, and she stumbled back against the work surface, struggling to hold herself upright, panting. Her eyes half-closed, distant, almost—a look Johnny had never seen on her before. Then Charles took the small rectangular object from his pocket and smiled.
