by L. L. Chance
“I think it’s time we had a serious talk,” he said, removing the ball gag and hanging it around my neck. “And you’re not going anywhere until I get some honest answers.”
“What?” I said, feeling a little stunned at his bluntness.
“Something’s going on that’s making you miserable, and I know it’s not just the lack of sex. At first I thought you were screwing up in your duties and training because you enjoyed the bondage and punishment like some others I’ve met in the past. I think it’s something else now, so spill it… what’s going on?”
“I’m not screwing up on purpose, I just can’t seem to do anything right! Sylvia’s mad at me for messing around with her husband, and made my lessons almost impossible to do so she can punish me, and now Claude doesn’t even look at me anymore because I’m such a screw-up. The worst part is it’s entirely my fault, and they’re both right.”
“Is that what you think’s going on?”
“Of course,” I snapped. “I’m not an idiot.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he sighed. “If you’re so unhappy, then why not leave?”
“I would, but they both mean the world to me, and I’ve got to figure out a way to make things right before I leave.”
“I have the feeling you’re skipping some important parts to the story. I want you to take a few minutes to organize your thoughts, and then tell me everything. Start at the beginning and go into as much detail as you need to. We’ve got all day if necessary.”
Taking a few minutes to calm the turmoil in my mind helped a lot, and it let me tell my whole screwed up story without sugar-coating my transgressions. I explained how guilty I felt about it all, which was the main reason I descended down the spiral path of misery. I was crying by the time I was done, and he must’ve thought I was even more of a screw-up after my confession since he sat down and didn’t say a word for quite some time.
I eventually cried myself out and simply knelt there with my head hung low, waiting for him to say or do something. His primary loyalty was to Sylvia, and after spilling my guts to him, I knew my time here was at an end.
He looked dead serious when he finally got up to go talk to her. I knew he’d tell her everything I said, and my only hope was that I’d get paid before being dismissed so I could afford to move far away to another city. I stayed as I was in silent misery, barely holding back a second round of tears.
The clack of her heels on the hardwood floor gave me warning of her approach, but I didn’t even bother to turn and look; I could tell from the sound of her stride that she was pissed. She slid one of the dining chairs in front of me and sat down backwards in it, with her arms crossed over the back.
“Billy told me how stupid you’ve been,” she started. “Is there anything you want to say to me?”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, finally looking up at her face. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but everything seemed to spiral out of my control.”
“Help her to stand,” she said, looking over my shoulder.
I felt my cuff come undone and unwound from the ankle chain before being refastened, still behind my back. Grabbing my upper arms, I was easily pulled to my feet to await her wrath. She stood and walked in front of me until we were face to face and I could feel her hot breath on my lips.
“How someone so smart could be so stupid is beyond me,” she said, grabbing my head and leaning forward the final inch needed to plant a deep kiss on my lips.
While I was expecting her words and a lot worse, the kiss shocked me so badly I couldn’t react, and simply stood there frozen while her tongue forced its way inside my mouth. She gave me a wry smile when she finally broke away.
“I can’t believe how badly you got things wrong. How many times have I told you how open we are about sex? I was never jealous of anything you did with Claude; I only increased your punishments when you broke the rules… like cumming without permission. If anything, I felt like applauding when you stepped out of your shell long enough to actually do something with him.”
My disbelief must’ve been obvious because she gave me a gentle smile and caressed my cheek before returning for a second kiss. I still wasn’t sure what to really think, but I returned her kiss this time in case she was telling the truth.
“Let me prove it to you in a way that can’t be denied. Claude, come take a seat, please.”
I didn’t know he was even in the room, and didn’t know what to say. He spun the chair around and sat down facing me with an unreadable expression on his face. I was staring at him so hard trying to figure out what he was feeling or thinking that I barely noticed when she popped my chastity belt open.
It felt strange to have it gone after being forced to wear it for so long, since the only time it ever came off was on Saturday mornings when she inspected, cleaned, and shaved me. I was always severely bound and gagged for that brief time, and usually in the bathtub.
She held me tight from behind while her fingers parted my labia and teased my clit out from its hood. I think it took about thirty seconds before I was practically dripping wet and moaning under her expert touch.
After giving my cheek another caress, she turned to him and knelt to remove his pants. She took his semi-erect penis into her mouth and sucked him to full hardness before rising up and guiding me over to him. Claude’s legs snagged my hobble chain, and when he pulled his feet back, I had no choice but to shuffle forward over his lap.
He started spreading my knees apart with his hands, which slowly lowered me towards his waiting prick. Sylvia guided him towards my folds and held it steady as I was slowly impaled on it. God, it felt even bigger than I remembered, after so long without anything inside me. I was really glad Sylvia’s saliva was supplementing my own natural lubrication.
With the way I was restrained I was unsure of what to do next, since it felt like moving even an inch would send me tipping over, and Claude was no help at all. He sat there with his hands crossed behind his head, waiting for me to make the next move. This was all Sylvia’s show, and he wasn’t going to interfere in what she had planned.
She pressed herself into my back and steadied me with her hands over my breasts, telling me to start getting busy or my nipples would pay the price. She gave them both a good twist to drive her point home, and I started fucking him as best as I could.
His hot cock felt like a slice of heaven as I slid up and down over it, and I felt the fire in my loins rising faster than ever. Within a minute my lust boiled over, and I came in a release that had my legs shaking uncontrollably from the reaction. Wave after wave of pure pleasure radiated out from my groin and caused my mind to go blank to anything other than the all-encompassing orgasm.
It left me weak and unable to even lift myself off the rock-hard prick holding me in place, especially since my muscles were burning from the strain the position had put me under. A tweak of my nipples warned me to get going again unless I wanted to face the consequences, and I forced my legs to lift me up again.
Now that I’d gotten some relief, I began to notice how bad off my body really was. I wasn’t just weak from my orgasm, but from muscles unused to working like this. My abs were aching, my thighs twitching, and even my feet and calves were feeling the burn. It took everything I had to raise myself each time, and I was slowing down.
When I paused for a brief rest, Sylvia took matters into her own hands… literally. She shoved her fingers in my mouth and told me to get them nice and wet, and then started rubbing her moistened digits over my rosebud.
I arched my back when I felt her finger slip past my sphincter, although tensing like that was probably the worst thing I could’ve done. She gave me a moment to calm down before working it in and out a few times, preparing for her next one.
The second finger was worse than the first, and it took a great effort to stay as relaxed as I could. She slowly worked them deeper inside my anus, and once fully inside, shocked me by lifting up!
She was actually pulling m
e up by my asshole, and I had no choice but to get my legs back in gear to avoid the painful pressure. Now in full control, she helped me resume fucking Claude at a furious pace, driving both of us right to the edge and beyond.
Maybe it was because I’d been chaste for so long, but when I felt Claude shoot inside me, it set me off again, despite the fact I’d already cum not long ago. Feeling his hot seed spurting inside me was simply unbelievable, and my orgasm went on for what seemed like forever.
Even the feel of his shrinking cock slowly pulling out was enough to keep me twitching in orgasmic aftershocks, and this time I really couldn’t stand up, no matter how hard Sylvia pulled. I collapsed in his arms and simply sat on his lap, letting them hold me tight from both sides while I recovered.
“So, little one,” Sylvia said. “Did that convince you of my sincerity?”
“I… I guess,” I replied.
“Gee, she sounds so convinced,” Claude chuckled.
“Perhaps we should kick this up a notch,” Sylvia agreed. “Perhaps she might figure it out if she’s the one in control, rather than the one being submissive all the time.”
“You mean…” Claude began.
“Yes,” she huskily replied, letting me go and stepping away. “I think it’s time for our little Lily to try being on the other side of things for once.”
She removed all my chains and let me stand unfettered. Claude spun me around and let me sit on his lap properly so I could watch what she was about to do. She slowly removed her clothes in an incredibly sensual manner that would’ve shamed nine out of ten professional strippers.
Once completely naked, she sauntered over to the divan and sat, beckoning me forward with a crooked finger. I rose on shaky feet and walked over, unsure of what it was I should be doing. Billy helpfully clued me in by presenting me with two pairs of leather cuffs, and with Sylvia holding her wrists out for me, it left no doubt about what she wanted me to do.
She was voluntarily submitting herself to my control.
After locking the cuffs on her limbs and gagging her with the same ball gag I’d been wearing earlier, she lay back and stretched out with her legs dangling over the sides, patiently waiting for me to take the next step. I wasn’t an expert with rope and knots, but it wasn’t hard to tie her to the legs of the divan, leaving her taut and vulnerable.
“What next?” I asked Claude.
“That’s completely up to you, little one. She put you in charge, and that means you’re calling the shots now. Technically speaking, since she didn’t specify any hard limits or time restraints, you could do anything you wanted, and even keep her in submission forever if you wanted to.”
A glint of fear appeared in Sylvia’s eyes at that, and for some reason, it both gave me confidence and turned me on. I had a brief glimpse of what being a Domme was like, and I found I liked it. Ok… she wanted me to take charge, so it was time to see how far she was really willing to go.
I swung a leg over her head and planted my pussy over her face, Claude’s cum still slowly oozing out of me. I thought being forced to lick her own husbands cum out of another woman would be the ultimate test of her sincerity about being fully willing to share him.
To her credit, she never hesitated for even an instant, her tongue lashing out before I barely got settled. My toes instantly curled at her touch, and in a small corner of my mind, I vaguely realized how far I still had to go in the art on cunnilingus. With how well she was licking and sucking, it felt like she was still in control, so I decided to kick it up a notch while I could still think and speak.
“Billy,” I called out in between gasps. “Have you ever fucked your mistress while she was bound?”
“No Ma’am,” he replied.
“Well now’s your chance. I want you to pound her like a cheap side of beef.”
“Yes Ma’am,” he replied.
I felt her tongue briefly falter at my words, but she quickly recovered and resumed sending me on my way into orbit. Billy wasted no time in shedding his clothes and climbing between her legs, his cock already hard and ready for action.
He entered her with a single hard stab and took my instructions literally, her whole body shifting several inches with each powerful thrust, with only the tension of the rope keeping her in roughly the same place. It messed up the aim of her tongue quite a bit, but I didn’t mind… I wanted this to last as long as possible, and she’d been doing too good of a job, if such a thing was possible.
“Don’t you dare cum,” I cheerfully warned her. “You’ll really regret it if you do.”
Her eyes went wide at those words, and the tiny glint of fear reappeared. She was about to get a taste of her own medicine, and I knew better than anyone how hard it was to swallow. Unfortunately for her, she’d already been brought to a fever pitch and the outcome was inevitable.
In fact, being ordered not to cum was probably what sent her over the edge, and her body began to spasm uncontrollably as her orgasm washed over her. I pressed my pussy tight against her face to muffle her screams of ecstasy, practically smothering her in the process. She came down hard when her orgasm subsided, going so limp I thought for a moment I thought I’d actually suffocated her.
I saw she was still gasping for air, though, so I held myself a fraction of an inch above her face and waited for her to recover enough to remember what it was she was supposed to be doing. Billy pulled out at that point and shot his load onto her stomach, with one sticky strand going far enough to land in the small of my back. He used his shirt to wipe his mess up before climbing off, still breathing heavily after his tremendous exertion.
“Don’t go too far,” I said. “She came without permission and needs to be punished, but I’m otherwise occupied at the moment. I want you to slap the hell out of her pussy for me, so maybe she can learn some obedience.”
I heard Claude laugh at that and knew I’d made a good choice. He came over and sat at the top of the divan, leaning towards me and giving me the biggest, sloppiest kiss I’d had to date. Sylvia resumed licking, although her rhythm was off due to the grunts of pain Billy’s punishment was drawing out of her.
Despite all the interruptions and distractions, Sylvia was close to getting me off again, but seeing Claude’s cock was ready for action again gave me a better idea. I stood and went to the end of the divan and bent over until my ass was in the air and my face in front of Sylvia’s. Wiggling my butt was all the invitation Claude needed, and he went around behind me.
Perhaps taking his cue from Billy’s performance, he entered me fast, holding my hips tightly to keep me from sprawling across the divan with how hard he was fucking me. It wasn’t what I expected, but it was exactly what I needed.
I leaned forward and braced myself on Sylvia’s chest, each hand clutching tightly around one of her tits and squeezing hard so I could maintain my balance. The whole time I kept eye contact with her, looking for any sign that this was some sort of setup, but not finding anything. All I saw was love and lust, and I finally started to believe what she’d been saying.
Maybe it really was possible for there to be enough love to go around without any jealousy and hate. Maybe I really was a fucking idiot these past months. Maybe Claude was about to bring me to climax again and I should stop worrying about it.
Surprisingly, just as I came, Sylvia’s pussy slapping torment was enough to send her over the edge as well, and our passionate screams echoed through the room in unison. Claude came a few seconds later, and joined us with a primal shout that drowned out our efforts, but also completed them.
No matter what happened in the future, I knew I’d remember this perfect moment for the rest of my life. I didn’t simply think I belonged here now, I knew it for a fact. They were right; I really had been a fucking idiot.
I was also a completely exhausted idiot, and needed to relinquish control so they guys could release Sylvia and get us down to the hot tub so we could unwind. Claude carried me there and Billy gave Sylvia a shoulder to hang onto, and I s
ettled into the hot water with a huge sigh of relief. Billy and Sylvia entered a few seconds behind us since he made a slight detour to grab a bottle of champagne.
Not bothering with glasses, we simply passed the thousand dollar bottle between us like a bunch of hobos, relishing in our new and unspoken understanding. Husband, wife, friend, family, Master, Mistress, submissive… labels didn’t matter anymore, only our deep and abiding love for each other.
I knew I still had a lot to learn, but at least the most important lesson finally penetrated my thick skull. They really wanted me here, and this was where I truly belonged. It didn’t get any better than this, and I hoped it lasted as close to forever as possible.
What I really needed to do was let Sylvia control me completely so I could learn to accept her orders without all the second guessing I’d been doing. When she gave me a command I’d have to trust she knew what she was doing, and obey it instantly so I wouldn’t have time to think about it.
It was ironic that only once the roles were reversed tonight that I actually figured it out. I guess common sense really wasn’t too common. Oh well… there was always tomorrow to make amends. But then again, maybe there was something to be said for the occasional break with routine.
I made a mental note to be a naughty girl once in a while, just to keep her on her toes, at least on special occasions like birthdays, holidays, Tuesdays, weekends… the future didn’t exactly look bright, but it sure as hell looked fun.
I couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.
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The Lily Controlled
Submissive
“Have Billy bring out an extra table,” Sylvia ordered.
She didn’t bother to turn at my approach, but then again, I couldn’t exactly sneak up on someone with the jingling of my restraints announcing my presence so clearly.
“Yes Ma’am,” I replied.
