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Now We Are Three
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Now We Are Three
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The timing was perfect as I heard her car tires on the gravel outside mere
minutes after I completed my preparations. As I heard Jocelyn unlock the
front door and call to me, I thought of the last time we had talked about
'that bondage stuff'. She had told me of her feelings, a mix of excitement
and fear. Although we had been together for a year now, she did not trust
herself enough to try this new possibility, but had left the idea open for
when 'she knew more about it'. Hmm-mm, if she wants an education....
All this in seconds, ending with the thought of "Ah my lovely, I have a
surprise for you."
"I am upstairs, my dear, with an anniversary surprise."
I met her just otside the master bedroom, helped her to remove her
work clothing and handed her the silk robe I had purchased for her earlier
that week.
"This is nice, thank you." It fit her well, bringing out highlights in
her red mane and giving a nice contrast against her pale skin.
"Yes, but that is a only small part of your surprise. The rest awaits
behind this door." We held hands as we walked into the bedroom.
The tableau that awaited us was of my own creation, yet I myself had not
expected the total impact to be quite so strong. The fireplace crackling,
the single light high up in the darkened room revealing the slim woman
bound firmly on our bed. The black leather bands wrapping her limbs at
wrists, elbows, ankles and thighs were tautly secured to a single rope
along the length of the bed, and her long, shining black hair was braided
and attached to the same line just tightly enough to arch her neck
prettily. A short spreader bar held her ankles apart, and her only
garments were a wide black leather belt with a steel ring set on each
side, and a black leather collar. The overhead light glinted off the
silver clips on her nipples, while the fireplace gave her dusky skin a
glow against the white sheets.
"You know Yvette, of course."
Jocelyn stopped dead just inside the door, and I could feel her muscles
tensing then relaxing as she started to accept the idea, meeting the
situation with her characteristic good humor.
"Hmm-mm, a gift you say? Pray for whom?" as we slowly continued towards
the bed.
"A little respect if you please, I went to considerable trouble for this."
"So I see."
I had been carefully watching Jocelyn since we arrived, seeing her looking
at Yvette, starting with her face, then travelling down to the bonds, the
clips, then returning to her face. First looking away, then looking
again. Her fascination was obvious and most exciting. I sat on the side
of the bed now, while Yvette looked up at us.
At last Jocelyn felt my notice and blushed prettily. I reached for her
hand again. "Have no fear my love, Yvette likes to be looked at, being on
display this way gives her the same thrill you get all dressed in your
finest." I leaned out and stroked a gentle fingernail from Yvette's throat
to her navel, then back up again, she moaned quietly.
I leaned further over Yvette, still speaking to Jocelyn. "These nipple
clips are adjustable, and stimulate without harming her, even if left on
for quite a long while. Of course, since we cannot have her getting too
bored, it is past time to tighten them." As I did so, we both watched the
lovely woman squirm vigorously, but again made no protest other than a
very quiet moan.
"No words?"
"She has been instructed not to speak, I prefer her that way for now, she
may talk later."
I explained a bit more to Jocelyn about precisely why Yvette was on that
bed. Jocelyn knew Yvette well, indeed she knew my history with her some
years back, before Yvette went through a long period of searching for
someone or something to make her happy. What she did not know was that
recently Yvette had finished her search, and when she came back, begging
to return, I thought of a test of her willingness to please me and her
compatability with both of us. And a loving gift for our anniversary of
course.
"I know of your bi-interests, and how little chance you have had to explore
them. You know of my interests, but are not quite happy with learning
about your own. We both know Yvette, and there is affection and attraction
here for all of us. Think of this as a custom demonstration for your
benefit, you need only observe if that makes you more comfortable."
I cupped Yvette's chin in one hand, gently circling her lips with my thumb
"Look at me." She did, her eyes large in the quiet room. "Good girl", I
looked back up at Jocelyn.
"I noticed you looking carefully at the single rope to the head and
foot of the bed. 'Tis simple actually, this allows her to face the
ceiling, be on her side, or in the traditional bottoms-up position without
re-doing her bonds." I pointed to the small rings set into the sides of
the wide belt. "A line clipped to these completely controls her position,
should that be necessary. I think I shall do so now." As I leaned across her
to fasten the far cord, Yvette strained to kiss and lick my arms as they
passed above her face. After I finished, I stood and held Jocelyn as we
again admired our new centerpiece.
"Any impressions?"
Jocelyn squeezed my hands against her. "I thought it would be frightening,
I never thought it could be so beautiful and compelling. The way she's
stretched and molded, it's almost living sculpture. She is so small and
perfect, like a doll and looks so young."
In answer I unclipped the spreader bar from the foot of the bed, lifted
Yvette's ankles in the air, then pressed them down towards her hips. Her
thighs opened widely with no attempt to conceal herself, we were far
beyond that. "Look again dear, don't be afraid, she is here to be looked
at... among other things". Jocelyn looked more closely at the joining of
Yvette's thighs.
"Is she shaven?"
"Originally yes, she is more constantly reminded of her position that way,
and has no ideas of rising past her station. Her sex is also more open,
and once I saw how lovely she looked, we made it permanent, she is
completely depiliated around both openings, although I did leave her more
hair than this in front."
A pattern existed in the hair remaining, a rather small set of five linked
loops across her belly, my fingers smoothed the hair as they traced the
chain design.
"This is new, your last Master?" She nodded unhappily, obviously thinking
of him rather than me, not at all as I wished. I gathered the remaining
hairs in one hand and pulled up firmly, then pushed her hips down on the
bed again. Then up, then down, drawing her awareness back to the present,
and her gaze to mine.
"Not really to my taste, but not bad aesthetically. A more practical
advantage is that anyone who looks carefully can trace your excitement
by the sheen of juices on your lips. I rather fancy your doll idea,
Jocelyn, although she is an animated doll." I tickled various places and
squeezed others until Yvette proved she was indeed not a passive sort,
then again secured the spreader bar and rejoined Jocelyn .
"You have had time enough being motionless, writhe to please me." She did,
not very well although the center of her body was not truly secured. It
was plain that her dignity was more important to her than pleasing me. I
leaned over close to her ear "Faster. And better." Again she tried
half-heartedly. "Thoroughly inadequate, someone has neglected your
training, I shall have to offer you some incentive."
Unlike many of my contemporaries, I do believe in iced drinks, if only for
what one may do with the ice. One small piece in the hollow of her throat,
one between her breasts, and a very small one in her navel proved a good
starting point, and I promised to replace them with larger ones if she
dislodged them. Then I used a short flogger made from smooth leather that
stung as I moved from her thighs to her breasts and back down again.
Dutifully, she tried not to move enough to cause the ice to fall away, but
this became more difficult to achieve as her heat began to melt them and
the ice water trickled out over her most ticklish spots. Pausing to
replenish the supply, I finished by whipping her lower lips quite
strongly, but stopped just before she could come.
Finally Yvette was moving nicely. I drew Jocelyn down beside me and ran
her hand over the warm-cold-wet-warm variations of excited flesh now
writhing in frustration on our bed. I took a remnant of ice and moved it
across Jocelyn's shoulder and throat. Now *she* was moaning.
Delightful.
"She has a lovely mouth, would you like to see?" Jocelyn and I had never
been exclusive and she had seen me with another woman before. While
turning Yvette on her side I reflected silently that mint-flavored condoms
are truly one of the better points of civilization. After releasing her
hair tie for the moment, I gently rubbed her throat until her lips opened
wide. "Yvette is well trained, she has no real gag reflex left." I proved
my point by settling deep into her mouth and not pulling out far,
contenting myself with remaining still and pulling lightly on the one
nipple clamp I could reach to set the pace for her movements. ThoroughIy
delightful, but I had other plans requiring that I wait a bit, so I
regretfully pulled out long before coming, leaving Yvette gasping as I
withdrew and sat beside her.
"She retains some basic talent, but has a strong need for practice" I
again caressed her lips and tongue then stood beside the bed.
"That looked incredible, how did it feel?"
"If you would like to find out, Yvette will be happy to serve, won't you
dear?"
The bound woman looked up at us and nodded slowly. We had not discussed
this possibility in detail, but life is full of little discoveries.
A bit of preparation, after placing a cushion under Yvette's head, I
removed Jocelyn's robe with a flourish, covered the junction of her thighs
with a bit of plastic wrap for a barrier, then assisted her into position
over Yvette, her knees widespread to avoid the bound arms of the beautiful
young woman now eager to please. After things began, I made certain that
Yvette was breathing easily, then remained, holding Jocelyn from behind,
reaching alternately for the nipple clips on Yvette, and returning to
stroke Jocelyn, squeezing first her entire breast, then just her hardened
nipples. Just before Jocelyn reached her peak, I pulled her back strongly,
and she resisted, reaching with her entire body for Yvette's tongue.
Still, I wa the stronger, and I held her still for a moment after drawing
her to me.
"No, I'm so close!" She looked up at my smile and colored again as she
realized what she had admitted.
"I thought you would like it. Still, anticipation can be half the fun, and
we do have more possibilities. There is little need to rush things, and I
promise you will enjoy yourself very soon." We both sat down beside
Yvette who was deep in her own need, quite flushed and breathing heavily.
"Poor thing, so totally helpless." I squeezed one small breast firmly.
"She has little she can do except become excited, and she can't help that.
Yvette remembers what I am capable of, but cannot tell exactly what's going
to happen and is quite powerless to prevent me."
"What about a safeword? You told me about them."
"She has one, but is unlikely to use it as our interests are basically
compatible, and she knows better than to use a safeword capriciously. She
does want to please me after all." During this discussion my hands never
left either of them, while noting their excitement, I thought of a
culinary quote.
"Having secured one bottom, keep both ladies at a slow boil until done".
Yvette laughed aloud at this, a clear violation of our rules, and one
which should not go unpunished. "Naughty, naughty, dear, we must do
something about your inability to follow orders."
I unfastened her waistbelt, turned her about and repeated the flogging
down her back to her knees, then added one hard spank on each cheek. I
lubricated a butt plug and slowly inserted it in her, then turned her head
towards the side of the bed where Jocelyn and I sat, telling her to watch
while I kissed Jocelyn thoroughly. While we looked at Yvette, I reached
over and pumped the butt plug idly until Yvette was humping the bed, then
stopped abruptly. "Return to your squirming, perhaps I may overlook your
disobedience if you interest me enough." She did, showing much more
enthusiasm now. Since I could only be in one place at a time, her own
movements and the anticipation of what I would next do would have to
serve. For now....
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After watching Yvette's obvious enjoyment for a few minutes, Jocelyn
requested to feel what it would be like 'just for a moment'. I smiled, for
this is what I had anticipated from the outset.
"For that, dear, you must ask nicely. Will you both trust and obey me?"
"Yes." A bit of hesitation, but no more than expected, for I knew her
excitement would be warring with her previous uncertainty.
"You are normally rather quiet, so for the moment your safeword is any
sound above the tiniest whisper."
After a long look she whispered "What will you do to me?"
"Many things come to mind, but as you are not experienced, what we do now
cannot be too long or intense. Still, I think we might find something you
will enjoy."
"But I could learn? And you could teach me?"
So beautiful, and so delightfully anxious! "Yes, of course. Be still now,
dear"
I gently pulled her arms behind her and fastened them firmly with the
lacing variety of single glove, stopping briefly to kiss her before
tightening the shoulder straps, first squeezing, then rolling her nipples
once her arms were fully restrained.
"You've done that before, but it feels different now...."
"Perhaps because you are so completely helpless to stop me?"
"Yes." She leaned more of her weight back into my arms and closed her eyes
as I continued to play with her nipples.
"I have other things for my hands to be busy at, so we shall use these
next." I showed her the matching pair of nipple clips, adjusted to be much
milder than those worn by Yvette, but she could not know that. She bravely
held still for first one then the other as I put them on from the sides,
then tightened them slowly until she winced. That would do for her first
time. Still behind her, I gently bounced her breasts in my hands, letting
her feel the clips as the weight shifted.
After another long kiss I asked "What are you feeling?"
"At first, a really painful pinch, now they just ache a bit."
I continued the conversation as my lips traced a slow line down her throat
towards her breasts. "Oh, they ache, do they?" all the while gently rubbing
my beard across the exposed tips, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!"
"No? That was rather loud." She looked at her feet and whispered "Please
no."
"I thought not."
I carefully steered her the few steps to the full length mirror, pulling
her head back so she was unable to hide any part of herself from her own
scrutiny or mine. Few things are more powerful, more undeniable than your
own image, and Jocelyn was as affected by hers as I could have hoped. The
picture of the straps an glove binding her arms behind her, her pretty
breasts thrust forward and her nipples firmly pinched moved me just as
strongly, and glancing towards the bed, I noticed that Yvette was still
writhing, not in obedience now, but in true need. I smiled at her,
mouthed the word "Soon" and turning back to the mirror, spoke to Jocelyn.
"My love, you are stunningly beautiful this way. So much so that I would
enjoy keeping you like this. Often." As I spoke, I drew a single rose from
the vase nearby. Jocelyn's eyes grew wide as she saw its thorns, until I
looked in her eyes and softly spoke one word, "Trust." She shivered,
nodded silently, then looked away to her own reflection. Rose petals are
archetypes for softness, and I used only the bloom to trace her tender
skin while she moaned and moved in the mirror. I finished at her parted
lips, held the rose before her eyes and spoke again.
"This was a tight bud when I brought these inside, in the water and
warmth of our home, it unfolded and showed its true beauty. If we had
pulled it open it would have torn and died. You have taken the first step,
and I am extremely proud of you. In return, I shall always give you the
time and love you need to blossom." Her eyes glistened again, not from pain
or fear, and I kissed her once more, then led her back to stand at the
bedside, leaning her forward until her head rested near Yvette's. They
watched each other across the small space still separating them, silently
awaiting what I would do.
Long ago, I had a special suede instrument made to m design, with many
strands that slowed in mid-swing, then almost caressed as they touched.
This is what I used on Jocelyn, slowly at first, and in time with her
breathing. After an initial quiver or two, she began to sway gently with
each stroke, relaxing into the blows and recovering nicely. After perhaps
two dozen strokes on her backside and upper thighs, I slowed, then
stopped. She continued to sway as I slid my hand between her legs and
enjoyed her dampness. "Are you ready for more?" She nodded a few times,
completely unable to speak.
I sat on the edge of the bed and turned her over my lap, lifting her bound
arms away from her backside, and controlling her legs with one of mine.
"You know what comes next."
There is nothing quite as intimate as a hand spanking, no tool as
immediate, no method so basic. I went slowly and without much force at
first, then increased the power of the last few blows as she kicked her
legs and gasped. Her bottom almost glowed, while the visible evidence of
her excitement only increased, and when I placed her on her knees beside
the bed and nudged her thighs wide apart with one foot, she panted and shook
with an obvious passion.
Yvette also bouncing off the bed at this juncture, and while Jocelyn
watched, I spanked her bottom as well, much harder this time, making her
squirm and gasp even more. When I asked if she was going to be bad again,
she shook her head quite frantically. I placed Jocelyn kneeling astraddle
her, watching her nipple clips rubbing Yvette's already aroused flesh
below as I entered Jocelyn from behind. At first, it as hard to keep my
balance and not add weight to the pile, but I soon was able to gain some
purchase by pulling back on the single glove straps. Jocelyn was licking
and biting at Yvette in total abandon, not caring where she reached, and
following the heated patches still remaining on her back. With her in such
a state, I did not have to do much to cause her pleasure, but did pull her
body up enough to gently remove the nipple clips at at the height of her
orgasm, letting her scream into my hand over her mouth, and lowered her
gently again when she collapsed. I removed her restraints, and let her lie
over Yvette exploring while I performed the obligatory changing of the
latex, then we both turned Yvette face up and released the spreader bar so
I could enter her more easily. She was contracting hard before I was even
fully inside her. Jocelyn held Yvette's legs up while kissing her and me.
She becomes so delightfully oral when excited. Yvette continued to jerk
violently within her bonds, now totally out of control. My own control has
improved a bit over the years, but I knew I could not last for very long
under these conditions. As I thrust harder, seeking my own release, I
gripped both of Yvette's clips firmly and looked into her eyes. I warned
Jocelyn "Kiss her well, dear, she is likely to scream." She did, as I
pulled the clips off just before I came. A full-throated scream sounds
most unique when filtered through the mouth of another woman, especially
one you love.. Yvette's frantic movements sent me far over the edge, and I
slumped ovr her, thoroughly spent.
I held Yvette gently, and soothed her, stroking her face softly as I would
a frightened animal while Jocelyn watched us silently. After a few
minutes, I moved off Yvette, but stayed close to her while taking Jocelyn
in my arms.
"How do you feel now?"
"I dad no idea I could like it so much, and I'm not frightened. A bit
dazed, but not frightened"
"You have been immersed in trust and love at a level few have the
opportunity to enjoy. Nice, isn't it?" She smiled back at me and laid her
head on my shoulder.
I continued to hold Jocelyn for a few seconds more, then mentioning the
necessity of using both hands for Yvette, went on to release her. She was
still shaking a bit, and slowly calmed as I rubbed and helped flex her
legs and arms. I lay down beside her, stroking her back and sides, with
Jocelyn pressed softly against my other side.
Gently grasping both sides of Yvette's head, I pulled her face towards
mine, waiting until I was inches away before speaking.
"Now you have permission to speak if you wish to."
Yvette had a soft but surprisingly deep voice with only a hint of accent
"My Lord, this is even better than I remembered," she paused to kiss my
palm, still warm from spanking both of them, "You overwhelm me, but take me
without harm, and even when you punish me, you never once raise your
voice."
"Gentilty is not incompatible with strength, indeed one may cause the other."
Seeing that Jocelyn had sat up watching during this, I drew her down
by me, one loving woman on each side.
"But ladies, it occurs to me that I have been remiss, you two have not
been as formally introduced as bedpartners should be" Both looked at me in
shock as they realized how far we had strayed from the amenities. A fast
gear change can be such evil fun.
I rendered a formal introduction, explaining Jocelyn's life with me, and
telling Jocelyn's about Yvette's consulting career that left her a great
deal of free time.
"Well dears, aren't you going to shake hands at least?
They did so, Jocelyn very uncertain, Yvette still quite submissive and
eager to please. I teased, "Is that the best you can do?" They looked at
me, then smiled at each other in perfect synchrony. How wonderful it will
be to work the both of them together, enjoying their similarities and
contrasts. For now, they were still hesitant.
"I have always thought the custom of hand kissing was one that should not
have fallen from polite, erm, intercourse." Yvette reached for Jocelyn's
hand, and began kissing and licking it thoroughly, while I had to bring
G's hand to Jocelyn's mouth. She looked at me for approval.
"Go on dear, you wouldn't wish to be called impolite." I watched them for
a time, their eyes closing, lost in the feeling of soft lips and warm
tongues. I slowly pushed them closer over me until they were embracing,
and they never broke their kiss until I gently pulled them back down to
me. They then cuddled into me, again kissed across me, and finally settled
in with my arms wrapped around them for the night.
Jocelyn asked "Won't you remove her plug?"
"Not tonight, it should stay in as she sleeps as a reminder that she is
mine to use as I please. Do not worry, she is well used to it, aren't you
Yvette?"
As I turned to Yvette she looked serious, almost sad. "You have something
to say?"
"Please, may I stay past tonight? I don't ever want to leave again."
"Indeed. What do you offer?"
"Anything you wish, beloved Master, everything..." She smiled shyly at
Jocelyn, "For both of you."
It can be most difficult to look uncertain and stern at the same time.
"Hmm-mm, we do need a servant." I knew neither I nor Jocelyn were likely
to let her go, but there was no reason to make things too easy. "I am not
yet sure, I think we need a longer period of testing, tomorrow starts a
holiday weekend, perhaps I shall let you stay that long."
Jocelyn leaned up on one arm and remarked, "I had no idea you were such
an awful tease."
"On the contrary, I have it on good authority I am an excellent tease."
Damnation, it was becoming truly impossible not to grin back at her.
The love of my life made several nasty faces at me, then asked
thoughtfully "May I say it?" I had never been closer to her than at that
moment. I squeezed my arms around both of them. If you have not been
strongly hugged from both sides at one time, I suggest you try it soon.
"Of course."
Yvette's gaze, which had been bouncing between us like that of a judge
in a finals set at Wimbledon, settled on Jocelyn in obvious confusion.
Jocelyn looked deep into her eyes, treating Yvette to that slow, warm
smile I knew so well.
"Welcome home, Yvette."
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There it stands, story the third, comments, ideas, constructive criticism
to me at the wizvax address above, discussion to ASB, flames and
associated crazed ravings to dev.null.
::ObMiniSequel::
Dressed only in lace cuffs, anklets and a tiny black apron, Yvette happily
began her 'service' the next morning. Her plug had been replaced after her
morning bath, and she was busily washing a few dishes at our kitchen sink
while enjoying the view of our garden in flower. After waking rather later
than is my usual custom, I enjoyed my view of her.
Although she looked thoroughly irresistable, I restrained myself long
enough to return to the bedside for some quick preparations, then quietly
approached her from the rear. I had no fear for ease of insertion, as both
the plug and the latex I now wore were quite well lubricated. She started
when I first touched her, relaxed under my gentle stroking of her throat
and backside, then stiffened and began to shake as I pumped the plug
inside her. As her knees began to buckle, I held her body against the
counter with mine. I finally withdrew the plug entirely, and slowly but
firmly substituted myself in its place. With a hand on her hip and the
other twisted in her hair I bent her double and began thrusting leisurely.
Morning sex is always so deliciously relaxed. Her body moved in time with
mine, and she gasped and pressed back against me as her still tender
nipples touched the hot water. It was hard for her to speak decorously,
but she did try.
"But Sir, I [uh] thought... you wanted [uh] me to finish the washing!"
"You have other more important duties that may... arise at any time.
Remember, pretty one, Domestic Service has a much lower priority than
Domestic Affairs."
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