Threesome

A BDSM Story by Harley Grant

Chapter 3: Stimulating conversation in the parlor

And how I had met her.  Lying on top of her, my mouth sucking on her nipple and soon working her entire breast, and, it goes without saying, both of us nude.  Yes, hello, and how are you?  I’m sucking fine and you?  You feel good, you smell fresh and your warmth is also interesting.  Can I tell you about my life?

My hands were cuffed behind my back, but she seemed to be free as her arms went to my head, on my shoulders and her legs soon curled around my waist.  It seemed rude to let one boob have all the attention so I switched to the next one.

And what of Mistress?  I assume she was getting off on watching this little event.  I was getting into this unknown person in front of me, as well as finding fun in rubbing my cock on the rough textured fabric of the couch. 

Mistress returned to my consciousness with a hand on my shoulder.  “Halt,” she said, “don’t move.”  As much as I regretted that, I complied, and almost instantly became aware again of how tired my arms were.  Should I ask for release?  No, she was on the situation, as I felt my bondage being released and soon my arms were free.  I wriggled them around and flexed my hands.

Mistress grabbed my right hand and drew it towards the silent slave beneath me.  She cuffed my right hand to the slaves left and repeated the process with my other hand.  We were joined at the wrists.  I also felt a chain going from my collar to the slaves collar joining us that way as well. To affect this, I had to leave the breast, alas, but come up closer to the slave’s face.

Mistress released my legs.  “Since you’ve already met Cindy, why don’t you give her a nice kiss hello?”

Sure, I levered myself forward with my hands, trying not to crush her hands beneath mine, and found, by experimentation her willing mouth and soon we were kissing, tongues going deep.  Again, her legs wrapped around me and I felt my cock oh so close to the magic gateway of pleasure, but didn’t really see how I could affect an entrance with none of our four hands to help.

I felt my legs being lifted and somehow Mistress pushing under me, I couldn’t figure out what was going on.  Smack!  Suddenly I felt a hand come down on my rear.  OK, now I get it, I’m sort of over her lap, my ass near her hands, my face buried in Cindy’s.  And where did Cindy’s anatomy fit in this?  She had twisted around somehow, and I think I sensed that she was half off the couch.  More smacks started down on my ass and each time I jumped a bit, my kisses got a bit deeper and I could feel Cindy react as well.

We kept moving around.  Mistress was really under my thighs, not my lap.  She reached in and gripped my cock in one, leather glove clad hand, squeezing hard.  I gasped.  Cindy and I had been half-wrestling with our hands, my trying to reach her breasts, her trying to hug me.  The smacks came on and my attention divided among all the sensations: the pumping on my cock, the smacks, the feel of Cindy, the kisses, the arms, the smell of the bodies and the leather.

Cindy had been sliding off the couch I think, for suddenly, she let out a squeak and slid right off, her mouth separating from mine, pulling my arms forward.  Mistress let go of my cock, and pushed me right over onto the floor as well. 

We tumbled, Cindy and I, in a pleasant heap on the floor and slowly got untangled.  Mistress came around and undid the chains connecting us.  She pulled one of my arms and told me to crawl in that direction.  I slid over Cindy and across the living room.  She shoved me, somewhat gently with a boot and I rolled over on my back.  She pulled me a few inches and I slid on my back.  My arm was extended above my head and fixed to a leg of some furniture, a coffee table perhaps.  The other arm was also extended and attached to a leg at the other end, pulling my arms fairly wide out above my head.  My legs were free.

Cindy was positioned face down, right above my cock.  Mistress’ hands went to my cock, and I felt something being attached around the base.  Later I figured out that it was a band that had a chain running to Cindy’s collar to keep her from pulling her head too far away from my cock.  Good thing.

Now it was Cindy’s turn to get whacked for I heard and felt Mistress start working Cindy’s ass as we were there on the floor.  Cindy was working my cock and we had the chain of cause and effect in reverse.  The whack from the Mistress sent Cindy lunging forward taking in more of my cock and setting the neck to cock chain swinging.  Now I had only one sensation, her warm firm lips working my cock with alacrity.  I started to fade into oblivion, the sensations getting harder and harder.  All the stimulation, all the fantasy and all the mystery – remember I was still blindfolded and was imagining all of this – was adding up.  The stimulation went on and Cindy was no poor sucker of cock, she had the movements, the variations, the pressure down just right.

Soon enough the result came and I started bucking, whipping my legs around her neck and clamping down tight.  The spanking increased in tempo and I bucked and bucked harder and shot right into Cindy’s mouth.

I slowly came down to earth, my arms overwhelmed with stiffness.  Mistress let me go.  She also unbuckled my helmet, and slowly pulled it off.  I blinked in the bright light and looked around.  My attention went first to Mistress, and then to Cindy.  She was round, curves in all the right places, a bright eager smile, cascades of blond hair.  I turned back to Mistress, all darkness and power.

“I should apologize for coming before you, but I think you ordered that to happen that way.”

“I did.”  She got up, and reattached our neck chains, joining Cindy and I by a chain perhaps two feet long.  “Now run along to the kitchen and get us drinks.  Cindy knows the way.”

We stood up, something we had to do in tandem with attention to each other or we’d get a sharp pull on the neck.  We walked off to the kitchen, her slightly ahead of me, not going too fast, bumping into each other.  In the kitchen Cindy showed me where a bottle of wine was decanting and she brought three glasses. 

We’d hardly said hello to each other, but where do you begin after that beginning?  We were smiling at each other, not sure of how much to presume, but, if she was feeling the way I was, filled with warmth and comradeship created by our Mistress.  That and being nude while connected by a two foot chain at the neck.  Cindy broke the silence, “we can all have a drink, she said, ‘get us drinks,’ that means all three of us.” 

Our eyes caught.  We smiled.  I didn’t know if we had permission, but I couldn’t stop from reaching my left arm around her and soon we were face to face and kissing deeply again.  Her hands found my stiff cock and cradled it.  I broke off the kiss and she gave me another smile that was even more dazzling than the ones I’d seen so far.  “OK, that was fun, but we need to get back to Mistress Judith.”

We trouped back to the living room with our three glasses of wine.  Cindy handed Mistress hers and we both waited until Mistress had her first drink before we also partook.  The wine was delicious and I complemented them on it.

Mistress nodded her acknowledgement.  “This is a moment of rest between real sessions.  During these times, the strict rules for behavior are inappropriate, simple courtesy and recognition of my superior position are all that are needed.  Since you are new here,” she indicated me, “let Cindy and I tell you a bit about us.”  That was nice. 

Both Mistress and Cindy spoke in turns.  I learned that they were both bisexual and had been together for three years now.  They had a commitment to each other, a strong commitment, but both liked variety too much to be exclusive.  That and, Mistress added with a wicked grin while Cindy blushed, “Cindy here has far too much affection for real live cock, plastic doesn’t do it.”

They went on to explain that they were not normally into the general scene but I certainly got the impression that I was not the first man who’d gotten this treatment and that was fine of course by me.  I’d played around a bit myself.

They asked me about myself and I gave a brief outline of my scene experience and a few circumspect words about my vanilla life.  We fell into silence and I ventured a comment.  “I can’t believe how quickly this went forward.  It seems like just a few minutes ago I was standing alone at the club thinking the night would be dull.  I’m sure glad I dared to speak to you.”

Cindy and Mistress Judith looked at each other and laughed.  “Well, actually….” Mistress Judith began with a smile.  Oh my gosh, I had a moment of panic, had I made a mistake by talking about “quickly” like I meant they were sluts or something?

“Actually, I chose you,” Cindy said.

I looked puzzled but said, “I’m very glad you did, but I ….”

“I was at the club also, but in disguise.  I was that frumpy woman in the long black hair.”

I really looked astonished, I vaguely remembered a woman like that.  “With the big glasses?”

“That’s me.  You smiled at me and said hello.  Most guys are so rude to me in that get up.  So I started following you around all evening, listening to your conversations.  I decided you would do.”

“Well.”  I nodded.  Trying not to look as blank as this news made me.

Mistress rescued me.  “We are a team, I’d never bring anyone here that she didn’t approve of.  She told me she was interested in you and when I saw you eyeing me all evening, you were so stunningly obvious, by the way….”

“You were so stunningly powerful,” I dared to interrupt her.

She took another drink and smiled at me.  “So, with her interested in you and you in me, I was just waiting till you screwed up your courage.  I might have had to start dropping hints, but fortunately, you went after what you wanted.  Good.  So,” she said, abruptly switching subjects, “do you like music?” 

They did, I noticed a big stereo and a huge collection of CDs.  We chatted about music for a while and I complemented them on the house.  It wasn’t huge, wasn’t plush but it was all so put together, so nice. 

Our drinks were finished.  “So, Mike, are you recharged a bit?”

“Yes,” I said, not sure of her meaning.

“Good,” the tone of authority was back in her voice.  She tossed a key to Cindy.  “Take off all your restraints.”  Cindy and I took turns removing our neck chains and collars.  We sat side by side on the couch looking at the Mistress.

She pointed at the floor in front of the big easy chair she was sitting in.  “Make love.”

We went, hand in hand to the floor and began kissing deeply while Mistress watched.  I cupped Cindy’s beautiful face in my hands, I touched her hair, her breasts.  Mistress began giving us commands.  I was to kiss Cindy’s breasts.  She was to run her fingers down my back.  We were to get full on the floor with me on top, then we were to roll over with Cindy on top.  Cindy and I were making love, but to the commands of the Mistress and it was just amazing how I felt under that command.  It was like a threesome, it was like being on exhibition.

From time to time we turned and looked at our Mistress.  Once we were sitting up, legs entwined, kissing and turned cheek to cheek to discover that our Mistress had dropped her skirt to her ankles and was pleasuring her self, one hand to her pussy the other to her breasts.

Cindy and I looked at each other and the same idea occurred to us at the same time.  On hands and knees we crawled over to Mistress, our eyes locked on hers.  She spread her legs wider and moved her hands, running them down her thighs. 

Cindy and I moved in, each kissing one of Mistress’ legs, moving in closer.  We had to get our positions organized and we slid around outside of her legs so we could both bring our mouths close to her pussy.  We took turns licking and kissing our Mistress’s sacred area, attentive to her tensing and gentle moans.

I had one arm across Cindy’s back, Mistress had her hand gripping Cindy’s hair and then mine.  Each of us took turns worshipping a Mistress in the best sense of the word, but it was Cindy, doubtless with more experience who brought Mistress to a climax, her head buried as Mistress wrapped firm legs around her head.  At the last minute as she approached the climax, Mistress forced my head to her breast and I began to lick and suck.

With Mistress satisfied, we again fell to in a heap, with Cindy and I at the feet of our Mistress.  I looked at the two of them, I wanted to say how much I wanted this, how right it all felt, but I was afraid that anything I said that called attention to the situation might break the spell and I’d be out the door and alone on the street before I could think.  I said nothing, I barely breathed for fear of disturbing the magic I’d experienced.

Mistress spoke, “Wonderful, but all sex and no punishment will not work.  Now it is time to beat the crap out of both of you.  Crawl to the dungeon.  Cindy will lead the way, Mike you keep your nose in her ass."

[ On to Chapter 4 ]