by L. L. Chance
I should’ve said no, and at any other time I wouldn’t even have to think about it, but it seemed perfectly normal tonight.
“Yes,” I whispered.
The single word was barely audible, yet it filled the night with the weight of its implications. I was going to let a man… a married man… give me a massage while I was topless and handcuffed in a hot tub.
Sylvia didn’t seem to mind, though, and after we’d all changes positions so Claude was behind me, she began giving me an amazing foot massage. With the two of them working together, I was in absolute heaven.
With the silence of the night and the total relaxation I felt from head to toe, I probably could’ve fallen asleep like this. I knew my mind had started to wander after a while, because I came back to myself to find my hands wrapped around Claude’s penis, gently fondling it in sync with the massage he was currently giving me.
I immediately started to panic when I realized what I was doing to him with his wife only a few feet away. I let go of him and began struggling to get free, ashamed of myself for what I’d done. Claude not only held me tight until my panic attack passed, but Sylvia moved up and straddled my legs to help hold me down.
“Shh,” Sylvia crooned. “It’s ok, dear.”
“It’s not ok, I was…” I couldn’t say it out loud.
“You were simply giving back some of the pleasure you were feeling. It’s not only ok, it’s perfectly natural. In fact, it’s actually a highly desirable trait that’s hard to find.”
“You’re really not mad at me?”
“Not in the slightest,” she assured me. “You won’t find any of the sexual hang-ups around here that plague most couples. We’re completely open with each other, and to be honest, sometimes a client requires an extremely intimate session, which one or both of us are happy to provide.”
They’d slowly loosened their death grip on me as I calmed down, and now I was simply sitting on my own as they continued to explain things to me.
“You both have sex with your clients? With complete strangers?”
“Not always, and never with someone we haven’t gotten to know well enough to determine if it’ll be a benefit or a detriment to how their sessions progress.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, feeling like a fish out of water.
She passed Claude the handcuff keys so he could remove them. I rubbed my wrists once I was free, not realizing how much I’d pinched them as I’d moved around.
“We’ve been in here too long I think. Let’s go for a quick swim in the pool to cool off and give you a few minutes to gather your thoughts.”
They stepped out without any self-consciousness, but I took a moment to refasten my top before climbing out. The cooler water of the pool actually felt really nice after spending so long in the hot tub, and I found it really did help me to think properly again.
We swam for about fifteen minutes before running out of steam, and Claude built up a nice fire for us to sit around once we got out. Their nakedness didn’t bother me quite as much by now, but I was still glad when Claude put on a robe and handed us our own once we’d toweled ourselves dry.
“Feeling better now?” she asked, once I was settled in.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Good, then it’s time for me to try explaining one last thing before we call it a night.”
“Go ahead,” I said, gulping as a bit of my nervousness returned.
“What I do, and what we are, has no basis on what society considers conventional rules and standards. Morality is what you make of it, and as long as nobody gets hurt, then we don’t see the problem with it.”
“But he’s your husband, and I was fondling his privates!”
“Even if you had sex with him I wouldn’t have minded, and I even would’ve helped if you wanted. Sexual gratification is the most natural thing in the world to want to experience, and your desire simply rose up as you were set free.”
“I wasn’t free, I was handcuffed and pretty much held immobile by you two.”
“It was your mind that we freed, not your body. The mind is what’s important, but sometimes it’s stubborn and requires a swift kick in the ass, figuratively speaking of course.”
“That seems backwards to me. My body was trapped so my mind could be free?”
“In a nutshell, yes. You gave up control for maybe the first time in your life, and since you weren’t responsible for what was happening, you acted without feeling the guilt that society has brainwashed you into thinking you needed to feel.”
“That almost makes sense, but I think I’ll need to think on it for a while when my brain is working better.”
“Then on that note, let’s call it a night,” she said, rising. “The guest room is ready if you want to sleep here again.”
“Thank you, but not tonight. I have to work tomorrow, and need my stuff from home.”
“Very well, but you have to promise not to dodge my calls anymore. It doesn’t matter if you decide we’re perverts or not, one way or another I’d like for us to remain friends.”
“I promise, and thanks for being so understanding.”
“Think nothing of it. Now scoot and change so you can get to bed at a reasonable time. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow.”
I didn’t remember driving home but I somehow got there and took a quick shower before falling into bed where I fell instantly asleep. I may have fallen asleep quickly, but I also had the most vivid dreams of my life, and they kept waking me. I still wasn’t sure about what I’d seen and done, but I did know one thing… I needed to know more.
Claude’s Lesson
Sylvia was nothing if not persistent, and despite my confusion and reservations, I agreed to spend the entire weekend at their place. She promised me that nothing would happen unless I wanted it to, and for some reason I believed her.
Maybe I was just gullible, but despite their bizarre lifestyle, I actually trusted them more than anyone else I knew. I was probably an idiot, but I arrived late Friday evening, determined to stick it out and find out for sure if the things she told me were true or not. I’d thought of little else all week, and had even been chewed out by my boss for daydreaming about it.
I hadn’t brought much in the way of clothes, but to my amazement, found I hadn’t needed to bring anything at all. The closet and wardrobe in what they called ‘my’ room had been fully stocked with a full array of brand new clothes and shoes, all in my exact size.
I thought it was frivolous and wasteful since I’d never be able to wear it all if I stayed here a year, but Sylvia shrugged the expense off as inconsequential. Maybe it was to them, but to me it meant more than a full year’s salary.
Dinner was an awkward affair since I still had all of the questions burning inside of me, but didn’t know how to broach the subject. They steadfastly refused to start the discussion themselves, leaving the ball firmly in my court.
We wound up talking about stupid everyday things instead, and I went to bed feeling fairly miserable about avoiding the whole thing. I tossed and turned for hours before finally falling into a fitful sleep.
***
I was back in the hot tub with Claude again, and he worked the kinks out of my neck with his miraculous fingers, while I simply let the ropes holding my arms stretched out to the sides keep me from sliding under the soothing water.
I felt his large, hard cock pressing against me, nestled in my butt crack, and wished my hands were free so I could finish what I’d started a week ago. Finished with my neck, I felt his hands slide sensually down my chest and rub over my nipples, turning them instantly from aroused to hard as a rock.
Sylvia was there now, spreading my legs wide and exposing my bare pussy to her magical fingers. Pressing firmly, but moving at a bare millimeter per second, she rubbed my clit until I thought I might go insane from the lust she was drawing out of me.
I tried to beg Claude to fuck me, but the gag in my mouth prevented me from speaking the words that would giv
e me the release I wanted… no, needed. Sylvia’s other hand made its way between my legs and slowly parted my lips, exquisitely teasing me for a moment before sliding inside me.
Even the cruel gag couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips at her skilled touch, and I thrust my hips forward as much as I could to give her full access to my body, my mind, and my soul. She slipped another finger inside of me, and I felt my passion building to an incredible peak.
Each thrust of her digits was like a bolt of lightning, amplified ten-fold by the thumb still assaulting my magic button. I was going to cum… it was magical… it was inevitable… it was glorious…
I bolted upright in the soaked bed sheets… it was a dream.
I was still crying when I fell asleep again, embarrassed at how badly I was out of control. My dream did have one positive effect, though; I firmed my resolve to get some answers tomorrow, no matter what it took.
***
When I woke up for real this time, I used the time spent on my morning ablutions to organize my thoughts and gather my courage. I was shocked to find that by the time I was clean and dressed, it was almost noon.
I made my way down to the kitchen so I could forage for something to eat, both hoping I’d find them there, yet dreading it at the same time. Billy was the only one there, preparing what looked to be a lavish feast for lunch. He snuck me a few choice tidbits to hold me over, but shooed me away, saying I needed to wait until everything was ready before I could dig in.
I felt like stealing some of the fried chicken he was cooking and running like a bandit, but he was holding a rather large chef’s knife at the time, so I behaved like a good little girl and went out back to wait. My friends were already there, Sylvia setting the table, and Claude getting a bit of sun.
Seeing him lying topless in the sun made me remember my dream from last night, and I had to force my eyes away before I did anything I might regret. I helped Sylvia set the table, and found an extra place setting.
“You have company coming?” I asked.
“I have a client coming, and she’s a good and trusted friend. Do you mind?”
“No, I guess not. This is your place of business, after all, and I should try to get used to it. Are you sure you really want me around, though? I thought your customers required absolute discretion and privacy.”
“Some are more of a stickler about the rules than others, and Claire has no problems with people knowing about her extracurricular activities. I even think she relishes the opportunity to flaunt it every now and then.”
“She sounds like an interesting person,” I said, for lack of any better response.
“I think you’ll like her, but I’ll warn you in advance that if you show any embarrassment over anything she says or does, you’ll most likely get teased quite strongly over it. She has quite the sense of humor, very little self-restraint, and absolutely no shame”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“One last thing; don’t ever refer to me as Sylvia Clover while she’s here. Whenever a client’s around, I’m Ma’am, Mistress, or Mistress Supreme.”
“Gotcha… it’s like a professional handle or stage name.”
“Exactly,” she agreed. “You can call Claude by name, but Sir or Master would suit better if the occasion arises.”
I was a little more doubtful about that one, but agreed anyway. ‘Master’ seemed to strike a deep note within me, and I wasn’t sure what it actually meant. I found myself starting to fidget as her arrival time grew near.
When she came out on the patio, I was immediately struck with the force of her presence. It almost seemed like she was more like a force of nature than a normal person, and I found her to be very intimidating.
She seemed to pick up on it almost right away, but decided to take pity on me and skip the teasing I’d expected. Instead, she was extremely polite, and listened closely to anything I said like it was the most important thing ever uttered on the planet.
She was a true master at reading people, and probably could’ve gotten me to say or do anything she wanted. I had no idea why she was here to be dominated by Sylvia, but asking why was about the only taboo subject on the table. It was definitely the strangest lunch I’d ever sat through, and I was a little glad when the meal was finally over and the two of them left to get ready for her session.
Claude suggested we take a walk around the grounds to kill some time while they were occupied, and I jumped at the chance of doing something physical to burn off some of my nervous energy. What he called his grounds was actually several hundred acres, and his suggestion wound up being a most pleasant way to spend the afternoon.
We took a break in a small glade at the far end of his property where a stream fell in steps down a small hill, gurgling merrily in a very relaxing manner. He spread out a small blanket and popped the cork from a bottle of wine, cursing under his breath when he realized he neglected to bring any glasses.
I laughed at his chagrin and snatched the bottle from his hands, taking a big swig right from it. He grinned at my antics and took the bottle back so he could take his own drink, and it seemed like we’d broken through some sort of barrier. I trusted him enough to start asking some of the questions I had bottled up inside me.
“About last week,” I began. “Did the two of you really mean what you said about sex with others?”
“Absolutely,” he replied. “Sex for us is no more than a bodily function like eating. Pleasant, but primal.”
“What about love and commitment?”
“Of course we love each other, and neither one of us would go looking for a night of cheap sex with some random stranger in a bar, but there’s a huge difference between that and what almost happened last week.”
“What do you mean?”
“You may not believe this, but we love you almost as we love each other. In the short time we’ve known you, we’ve found a depth of feelings for you that usually takes years to develop. I would be ecstatic if I found out you’d slept with Sylvia, and she’d feel the same way if you had sex with me.”
“You want to have sex with me?” I asked, afraid of how he might answer, but needing to ask anyway.
“Actually, yes, but not unless you’re completely ready for it. We don’t consider sex to be a destination, but simply a short, pleasant step on a long and complex journey.”
“That sounds so stupid, it almost makes sense.”
He started laughing at that, and could barely stop, even when I threatened to clock him with the wine bottle. It annoyed me at first, but I soon began to see why he thought it funny and joined him.
“Ok,” I said, once we finally settled down. “I think I understand your attitude towards sex, but how exactly does the domination and submission part work?”
“As we said before, submission is the ultimate freedom. Just think about it for a moment… when you’re at work, you have orders to follow from your boss and a duty to your customer to do the best job possible for them, right?”
“Of course.”
“That’s not freedom and that’s not submission, even though you’re blindly following orders. What that really means is you have people crushing you from both ends, keeping you trapped in the middle of a never-ending cycle of responsibility.”
“Then what does submission really mean?”
“Submission is a way to completely absolve yourself from your responsibilities. Submission means you react and follow orders, knowing the only responsibility you bear is the one to obey. There may be consequences if you fail to obey, but ultimately your decisions are a lot simpler. Can I give you a demonstration?”
“Yes, I think I’d like for you to clarify this while it’s all fresh in my mind.”
“Very well. Stand, face me, and clasp your hands behind your back. This will be your first real lesson.”
My heart rate instantly doubled at his words, but I followed his instructions without more than a moment’s hesitation. I really wanted to figure this out, and this
seemed to be my golden opportunity.
Fearing I was about to endure a beating, my resolve almost broke when I saw him remove his belt and clutch it between his hands. Instead, he spun me around and wrapped it around my upper arms, pulling the loop almost painfully tight as he slowly inched them closer together.
I felt my boobs straining against my shirt more and more with every tug, and I began to pray that the buttons would hold from the strain they were under. It took less than a minute before I was completely helpless and at his mercy.
“Spread your legs, remain silent, and stare straight ahead,” he ordered.
My body had already complied before my brain even registered his command. I felt his hand against my leg, slowly working its way up my thigh, pulling the side of my skirt up as it went. A faint whimper escaped my lips as he got further up, and I hoped he didn’t notice.
While his touch was erotic and suggestive, he still hadn’t touched any of my intimate areas, so I was hard pressed to figure out why my nipples were now painfully erect and threatening to poke through the flimsy material of my shirt. I whimpered again when his hand reached my waist, and almost melted when it lightly stroked the inside of my thigh.
He let my skirt drop before putting both hands on my hips and slowly running them up towards my breasts. They came together at that point, and his fingers over my nipples were like electrodes, shooting sparks straight to my groin.
My knees buckled at the powerful sensations, and I would’ve collapsed if he didn’t hold me tight at that moment. He shifted his stance, and with one hand still holding me over my breasts, he released my skirt with the other and let it fall to my knees.
I thought he was about to fuck me, and I wanted it more than anything in the world, but he simply clutched his hand over my groin and began clenching his fingers. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but I felt the fire in my loins begin to rise, and I instinctively spread my legs a little wider to give him better access.
Even through my panties, I felt a heat like never before at his slightest touch, and it wasn’t long before I was panting through clenched teeth, on the verge of what felt like an embarrassingly strong orgasm.
