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Now We Are Three 2/2
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Now We Are Three 2/2
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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 and 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 my 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 was 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 over 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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another story from
"That grim, fierce, dominant fellow, grrr ... grr ... grin"
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