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Now We Are Three 1/2
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 outside 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 was 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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