by Tara Jones
She smiled and took my hand.
“For as long as we like, silly.”
Days passed by and became weeks.
We spent most of the days relaxing in the sun, reading, or exploring the island. I borrowed Eleanor’s digital camera and took up photography again, something which I hadn’t had time to enjoy since I was at art collage and I spent countless hours photographing birds, flowers, and even turtles that came up on the beach to nest.
Every morning I got up early and went for a morning run together with Kithira before I prepared breakfast to all of us. Since it was Eleanor’s privately owned island, we were the only people on the island, except for once a week when a boat came over from the nearest island with food and a small staff consisting of three people who did the cleaning and basic maintenance.
Kithira knew how to cook Seychellois food, or ‘Creole’ as it was called, so we ate delicious fresh fish with ginger, garlic, and other spices I didn’t know.
I was in charge of preparing breakfast and dutifully made toast, pressed juice, and cut fresh fruit: passion fruit, mango, and a strange fruit that was called ‘dragon fruit’, which was white with small black seeds inside.
Eleanor also informed me that it was my duty to clean the pool on a weekly basis, wearing only my shorts, while she and Kithira supervised me, whispering and laughing softly together.
I knew that it was some sort of inside joke, which I wasn’t a part of.
But as time went by I got more and more fit due to running and swimming as well as getting a nice tan, so I decided to let them have their fun, even if it was quite sexist, in a backward kind of way.
I didn’t mind, and to be honest it was more than a little bit flattering to have two beautiful women resting their eyes on me.
I would be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy it, especially since Eleanor, who was sitting in the shade of a parasol in a beach chair, was wearing a polka dotted bikini that made her look like a pinup model, and Kithira was wearing a rather small black bathing suit, which more than enhanced her fit and strong body.
It could have been worse, I concluded and had to smile to myself while I continued to fish for dried leaves in the swimming pool with a sieve attached to a long pole, while listening to them whisper to each other.
Two month later, when we were about to go to bed for the night, I knew that Eleanor had something special in mind.
Our sex life had become more stable, but not the least predictable or boring, and we had already explored having sex on the beach and in the swimming pool and on one occasion Eleanor had me tied against a palm tree.
One of the benefits with a private island was that you could do whatever you wanted and Kithira was very discreet.
In addition, during the last months Eleanor had continued her ‘training’ as she called it, and I found myself submitting to her more easily and more willingly than before. After all, she did reward me so fully it was hard to resist her…
The bedroom was large, with a high ceiling and was sparsely decorated with dark wood furniture, white-washed walls and a chocolate brown wooden floor. There was a large four-poster bed and a wardrobe that stood along one of the walls. It was an impressive piece of furniture, carved in dark wood. If it had been filled with coats and jackets I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could have found Narnia somewhere in there. However the wardrobe didn’t hold coats and jackets, and the things it did contained most certainly didn’t feature in classical children’s books.
We had experimented with some of the intimate items in the wardrobe before, but not all of them. So I had a feeling that tonight Eleanor was planning something unusual, which made me excited and as always a little bit nervous.
We had had a lovely dinner and watched the sun go down together. I could feel that there was something on Eleanor’s mind that made her slightly on edge, but I was still taken completely by surprise when she said casually, “So, Peter. Do you find Kithira attractive?”
I was quite taken aback about the question and I instantly felt like the cool tiled floor had been replaced by thin ice.
It’s a trick question, my male instinct immediately warned me.
Just like when girlfriends ask if some skirt or skinny jeans make them look fat. They really don’t want a truthful answer.
“I don’t find her unattractive,” I said evasively, knowing that Eleanor could be strangely possessive and sometimes jealous, a personal trait that I secretly found remarkably cute. But of course I would never tell her that.
“Good,” Eleanor said softly and gently pushed me toward the bed, so that I was forced to walk backwards. I sat down on the edge of the bed and she slowly straddled me. She was wearing a thin summer bell-shaped dress that reached to her knees. I let my hands cup her sensual bottom and moved her closer, so that she could feel my hardening erection against the inside of her thighs, just like I knew she liked it. “…So, then you wouldn’t mind if Kithira joined us tonight?”
At first my mind didn’t comprehend, refusing to believe what she was suggesting.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean…”
“You don’t?” she asked and raised an eyebrow at me and I felt myself blush slightly.
Her full lips brushed against mine, teasing me, but not kissing me.
She removed my T-shirt and let her hand glide over my tanned chest, following the muscular contours of my arm.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked.
Suddenly I clearly remember the first time I had met Kithira and she casually had said, “Tell me if you want to share him.”
Perhaps they have shared men before? I pondered and remember the way they use to watch me when I was cleaning the pool.
The thought was both tempting and arousing, and in my mind I could see them both in bed, their sensual bodies entangled. Soft, pale skin and exotic copper hues, red and black hair mixed together…
And Kithira was a very attractive woman, but in a striking and almost dangerous way, there was no doubt about that.
“Yes,” she confirmed calmly and interrupted my thoughts.
“I-I”, I managed to stutter. “Of course. I mean, if you want her to, I don’t mind…”
I really tried not to sound too eager. I mean, I was more than happy and satisfied with Eleanor, but the thought of inviting Kithira to our bed was…
A row of different words came to my mind. Intriguing, I decided in the end, but I felt my body react at the thought of Kithira’s strong, lean body. And it didn’t exactly help that Eleanor was slowly moving her hips against me, rubbing herself teasingly against me.
“Kithira is a switch, by the way,” Eleanor mumbled, kissing me softly. She tilted her head to one side. “But I think I’ll ask if she wants to top you together with me. It’ll be fun, and I’m sure you would enjoy being dominated by two mistresses…”
“Switch?” I asked. I was more familiar and comfortable with the different terms that Eleanor used. ‘Top’ and ‘bottom’ were the terms of who was dominant and submissive, but the word ‘switch’ was new to me.
“It means she can be either dominant or submissive in bed. She can switch roles,” Eleanor explained and added, “I can’t, since I’m too dominant.”
Her last comment sent a shiver down my spine and I felt myself grow harder, getting turned on just by talking about it.
“Yes, I know,” I mumbled, “And you know that I love to submit to you.”
Her ice-blue eyes gleamed slightly in the darkness.
“You do, don’t you?” she said in a sultry voice.
She held my chin in one hand, forcing my head upwards so she could lean down and kiss me.
Her breathing was becoming somewhat unsteady and I felt her press her sensual, curvy body more firmly against me, her eagerness making me more turned on.
“I do,” I admitted in a husky voice, “I love the way you force me to obey you, and even when you tease me and won’t let me come until you tell me to…”
To my satisfaction I saw her react to my comment, and she thoughtfully bit her lower lip, a gesture that was undeniably sexy.
“…And I like it when you tie me down in chains,” I continued leaning closer, brushing my lips against hers. I didn’t kiss her, since she hadn’t giving me permission. “In fact, I get hard just by talking about it,” I mumbled and guided her hand to my erection to show her what I meant.
I knew that she liked touching me and I moaned with pleasure when her fingers surrounded my shaft and slowly followed the ridge up and down.
“So, you won’t mind if I let Kithira have you as well?” she whispered into my ear, stroking me a little bit firmer.
They’ll take turns fucking me, I thought, nearly losing my self-control.
I badly wanted her to remove the last of my clothes and take me, ride me mercilessly then and there, but she didn’t. Instead her fingers touched me teasingly, and I spread my legs a little bit further apart for her, feeling my pulse increase with my desire.
“You know you can do whatever you want with me…” I replied unsteadily, unable to stop myself from moving my hips rhythmically against her, so that she could feel the full length of my erection against the inside of her thighs.
She smiled at me, and I knew that she liked seeing me getting more and more turned on. Her fingers moved more demandingly against my hardness as she kissed me, deliberately slowly and deeply this time, her tongue explored me.
“Get your collar and wait for us in bed,” she whispered seductively at last, after she had broken our kiss. I sighed with disappointment as she finally climbed off me and stepped away from me, but I was pleased to notice that her cheeks were rosy with excitement. “Oh, and put on the leather harness. Kithira will like that…”
I gave her a crooked, lazy smile.
“As you wish, my mistress,” I said and lowered my eyes in obedience.
I waited until she had left until I walked over to the wardrobe. It had a wrought iron key, and as I turned it slowly in its keyhole, I realized that my hand was shaking slightly with excitement.
Eleanor was always dominant in bed and always in full command. She decided what we were going to do, how it was done, and when I was allowed to come. And I submitted willingly to her, not because she forced me against my will, but because I found I liked it.
Well, sometimes she did force me, I admitted to myself.
But mostly I submitted because I enjoyed her dominating me completely and I loved watching her take pleasure from it.
However, the items in the dark wooden wardrobe were only used during special occasions. Or ‘sessions’, as Eleanor preferred to call them.
The key turned in its lock, and I opened both of the doors without hurrying, feeling the combination of growing excitement mixed with a certain amount of tension. I felt myself grow harder as I let my hands glide slowly over the various intimate items.
My fingertips touched the leather paddle, which I recently had learnt to enjoy and which could bring both pleasure and pain, before I continued to stroke the leather collars, the cold metal of the handcuffs, chains, and the 15-foot hemp rope.
We had not used all of the items in the wardrobe, and while the selection of corsets in various materials instantly had won my approval, a set of leather whips in various sizes made me both anxious and secretly curious.
I undressed quickly and took down the brown leather harness that Eleanor had told me to wear. It was made of several leather straps connected with metal rings and bucklers. I like the smell of the leather, and I carefully adjusted the leather straps so that it stretched nicely against my naked skin, but without being too tight.
There was one wide strap across my chest and two thinner leather straps that went from either side of my neck down to my groin, where they met and adjoined behind my testicles and went up along my backside, leaving my erection exposed. The metal rings felt cool against my skin and I noticed that my hands shook slightly as I adjusted the final buckler.
Finally I reached for the leather collar, which Eleanor had given me to wear during our sessions and placed it around my neck. It had a brass sign which simply stated ‘slave’, which I found oddly excitingly.
The four-poster bed was made out of dark teak, which was almost black. Thin, transparent white fabric hung from it, which made it look like something from the colonial era, but also kept the mosquitoes away.
I lay down and waited, just like she had ordered me to.
I could only describe that night as… absolutely extraordinary.
To my disappointment, Eleanor came back alone, and at first I thought that it meant that Kithira had declined her invitation.
I should have known better of course.
“So, did she‒” I started to say, but a hard look from Eleanor silenced me, and I understood that we had already begun our session.
“Quiet,” she commanded and of course I obeyed.
She wrapped my wrists in black leather handcuffs, which had metal rings attached to them, and she looped a short chain in between the rings and tied my arms in front of me. I always got a little bit nervous when she did that, not liking the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable.
Next came the blindfold, which made the world around me go black, but heightened all my other senses. Secretly I enjoyed the way she prepared me, taking her time to make sure that the chain wasn’t too short so that my arms would go numb, adjusting the blindfold carefully, and tightening one of the bucklers of the leather harness. There was something oddly tender about it, but I also found it deeply thrilling.
I knew she planned on using me and taking advantage of me, however she liked.
She led me slowly to the bed and I followed her blindly.
Eleanor kissed me lightly, once she had me down on my back. I turned my head towards her, and as I had hoped she kissed me again. Her soft lips pressed against me as she separated my lips with her tongue and kissed me a little bit deeper, hungrily. I felt one of her hands slowly follow the contour of my pelvic bone, while another drew a floral pattern along my chest and another teasingly touched my bottom, and her fingertips…
Wait!
Shocked I broke the kiss and tried to turn my head, forgetting that I was momentarily blinded, only to hear Kithira’s low laughter at my surprise.
I never had the time to comment however, because Eleanor brusquely took my chin in her small hands and cupped my face in between her palms, kissing me possessively in a way that she had never done before, while she pressed herself closer to me. Her naked skin touched mine and without thinking, I pulled at my chains, trying to get free so that I could wrap my arms around her and spread her legs underneath me.
But of course I couldn’t get loose and my actions only served to make me more turned on. I opened my mouth eagerly, letting her kiss me more deeply and moved my hips towards her, while my hard erection rubbed ineffectively against her soft thighs in a maddening way.
“I thought you said you had trained him?” Kithira whispered to Eleanor.
She took a handful of my hair and pulled me towards her. Involuntarily I made a half-strangled sound. She wasn’t as gentle as Eleanor was, although Eleanor was hardly gentle with me, come to think about it.
But Kithira… She had a feral streak, which made me a little bit scared, but also incredibly excited. I felt myself grow harder while I wondered just exactly how rough she could be, if she wanted to… The thought made me even more ready.
Kithira didn’t kiss me, but her lips were dangerously close to mine. I felt my entire body shiver slightly, but I didn’t want to appear too eager, so I controlled myself and didn’t move my body closer to hers, even though I knew there were only a few inches in between my body and her copper-skinned, toned body. The fact that I couldn’t see her and that I was chained made it even more alluring in my mind.
“I shall try to behave better,” I said automatically and immediately stopped thrashing in the handcuffs, like Eleanor had taught me.
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sp; I heard her laugh softly in reply.
“Good boy,” Eleanor whispered in my ear, and her comment made me feel incredibly pleased with myself.
“So he has some discipline at least,” Kithira said and clicked her tongue. “But I still think we should punish him…”
Her comment sent a cold shiver of anticipation along my spine.
Things went rapidly downhill from there.
It was clear that Kithira had a weakness for leather and a taste for whips.
While Eleanor had experimented with spanking me, which I found somewhat degrading, but also strangely arousing in a kinky way, Kithira preferred whips. Real leather whips, which were never meant for the weak-hearted or beginners who had read ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ and thought they knew all about BDSM.
And since they were in complete control tonight, I had no saying in what I wanted or preferred, but deep down I trusted Eleanor’s decisions.
However, when the first lash of the leather whip met my back, something in my mind short-circuited. The sound of the leather against my backside and naked bottom was strangely erotic, while the pain heightened all my other senses and forced me to stay perfectly focused in the present. No thoughts of my former job, worries about the future, or anything else could distract me.
Only this moment, lust, and pain mattered.
I moaned, not knowing if it was from pleasure or pain, and moved my body away from the whip and closer to Kithira. A second lash crossed my backside and I felt the tip of my erection finally enter her and I started to thrust against her, making my way. Her mouth covered mine and she kissed me roughly.
Suddenly the sensation of my sweaty body against Kithira’s was almost too much for me to control. The feeling of how I glided in and out of her, and how tight and wet she was, almost pushed me over the edge and made me come. I wanted to increase the pace and thrust harder against her, but instead I let my chained hands glide over her body, and I kissed her breasts, licking each small nipple until she sighed with pleasure underneath her. The fact that there was absolutely no doubt that she wanted me badly and that she got turned on because my girlfriend whipped me at the same time, didn’t exactly decrease my burning desire. I had to bite my lip to control myself.
