Threesome

A BDSM Story by Harley Grant

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Chapter 4: Upstairs, downstairs.

Crawl we did.  Cindy took off across the living room floor and I stayed right behind forced to watch her shapely ass wiggle its way across the carpet.  We got to a door, and Cindy, keeping one hand on the floor reached up with the other and turned the knob.  Opening the door revealed a stair going down.  She turned around to face me and started crawling backwards down the stairs.  Good.  Have you ever crawled face first down a stairway?

I followed suit and went down the steps until I felt the carpeted floor at the bottom.  Turning around I spied Cindy crawling forward to the far side of the room and opening another door.  When I followed her in I found myself in a very well appointed dungeon.  No bare walls and unfinished ceiling here.  The walls were finished in a dark red color dramatically setting off the cream crown molding and the black ceiling.  The floor was a carpet with a low nub to it.  Along the walls were fetish art, lit by high-intensity spots and neat racks of torture implements.  Various pieces of bondage equipment were placed around the room.

Cindy had crawled over to one wall where a wooden frame had been attached to the walls.  She had fetched down two pairs of handcuffs and handed one to me.  She whispered to me to attach them behind my back and once we were so secured she lay face first on the carpet, head toward the door we had come in.  She indicated I should do the same.

There we were, prone, hands cuffed, in a position of submission awaiting our Mistress.  I turned my head and looked at her.  God, I wanted to kiss her, but no permission had been given and I knew better.  I smiled and her radiant smile came back.

We were that way, in the silent basement for a few minutes.  I could easily have fallen asleep, despite the anticipation, because I feel so safe and secure when I’m inside the magic world of the Mistress and her dungeon. 

Soon I heard heel clicks coming down the stairs.  Mistress came in the room.  She had refreshed herself and was magnificent in leather panties, leather bustier that left her flat midriff bare and a pair of elegant, high-heeled shoes.  She was also wearing black leather gloves.  Black hair falling in waves down to her shoulders completed the set.

She stopped, hands on hips, allowing us a look, then called my name and said, “Get up.”  I did and she motioned me over to a bondage horse.  She helped me to lay across the leather padded cross beam and raised my legs into cuffs on either back leg.  She took a leather cord and tied the base of my cock to a ring in the end of the cross beam.  She undid my cuffs and pushed my hands forward and down, securing them to cuffs on the front legs.

I hoped she would also tie my torso down to the beam, I liked being really secured but she did not do that, and I’d never ask.  Instead she called to Cindy and pushed a stool to the end of the horse.  Was Cindy to crop me or penetrate me in this position?

Neither would be the case, instead, Cindy climbed up on the box, had her cuffs removed and then she crawled up on top of me, her breasts pressing into my back.  I had noticed that the top beam of the horse was wider than these things normally are and I was glad that there was more width to distribute the weight on top of me.

Cindy was also secured into cuffs holding her legs and arms to the four legs of the horse.  Now then a wide strap was taken around the horse and both of our bodies.  I could feel Cindy’s breath against the top of my back.

Whap!  The first swing of the crop came against my ass and I jumped.  The next hit Cindy and she also squirmed.

“So, my little slaves,” Mistress said, “this is the contest.  I crop each of you,” and at this another pair of swings landed on each of us, “and we’ll see who can take the most.  This is the first contest tonight, but not the last.  Cindy knows that it would be better not to loose the match.  The rest of the evening will be determined by who wins; rewards to the winner, punishment to the looser.”

And with that she set in cropping us.  Everything was just a bit different, I’d been cropped before, I’d been in this position before, but never with the delicious weight of a nude woman on top of me.  Each time I’d get cropped I’d move a little and have the feeling of her moving with me.  But when she got cropped, she positively jumped and I felt the heft of her breasts move on my back, felt her warm pussy press more against the small of my back, her hair as it splayed across my shoulder and the back of my head and felt her breath as it was forced out of her in a little cry.

When you’re being cropped you get into a rhythm, a rhythm that the Mistress sometimes disrupts by varying the pace.  Now it was as if there were three rhythms going at once, mine, Cindy’s and ours.

The pace and intensity increased and both of us began to buck around more.  Cindy was a talker and she began to moan, to cry out and to gasp, all of it from her mouth just a few inches from my right ear.  Soon she was saying, “oh, oh, oh” with each blow, “god! oh, god!”  She was giving into the cropping, becoming more and more its slave, its victim.  She began to softly say, “no more, no more,” and my heart went out to her even though I knew she was deep into sub space now and flying in her submission.

I was so intent on her and what she was saying that I almost forgot the feelings from my cropping, almost, but not quite, as Mistress made sure I got equal time with Cindy.  It was like two pains, the one from the crop, familiar, but intense and then the one from listening to Cindy’s pain, and this one was causing me to have the strangest reaction.  I was finding myself feeling her pain, deeply concerned about how she was doing.  I felt I should protect her, take the pain for her.  This was crazy, she was a sub as I, and obviously loved what was being done to her, but I couldn’t stop my feelings of concern.  So concerned that, much to my surprise as any one else’s that when Cindy gave out a particularly loud cry, I spoke up and said, “Mercy, Mistress, I submit.  I give up.  I quit.”

Mistress stopped in mid swing, she told me later, just astonished that I’d given up so easily.  But I had to protect Cindy. 

“Very well,” she said, “you lose, Cindy is now leading one to zero.  And we will begin to prepare for round two.”

With that she started to untie Cindy who was practically limp.  She slumped to the floor in a state of total relaxation.  I was also untied and got off the horse more gingerly.  I too slumped to the ground, but then turned and crawled to the Mistress and planted kisses on each of her boots.  I guess I’d failed, but I didn’t feel that way, more that I’d sacrificed, taken the mental beating to protect Cindy, my Cindy.

We were commanded to our feet, and led over to stand under a chain that hung from the ceiling.  Soon cuffs were fitted around our hands, mine and Cindy and all four wrists attached to the hook on the end of the chain.  Cindy was standing almost stretched, I, as several inches taller, had my hands above my head, but with plenty of slack.  Mistress linked Cindy’s ankles together with a set of leather cuffs, but attached separate cuffs to each of mine.  Then she put ropes from each of my cuffs to brackets on the side of the frame and started pulling, separating my legs out to each side.  As this was done, I dropped a bit lower until my eyes were level with Cindy and my arms also stretched. 

A few turns on a control and the chain inched higher until both of us had arms pulled firmly up.  Cindy had her legs together, mine apart, and our eyes as I said, staring deeply into each other.  I know mine were welling up with warmth for her, and I hoped her eager smile meant she felt for me as well.  We couldn’t keep ourselves apart and soon were kissing deeply, her rounded breasts pushing into my chest, my cock firm, but left to push uselessly against her closed thighs.

Again I was brought back by a crack of the cat against my back.  A second or two, and Cindy got it and she lunged into me.

Mistress couldn’t hit us both at once, but had to circle us to deliver blows to one and then the other.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw her moving around the circle, dancing, firm thigh muscles tightening and releasing, casting shadows as she moved in the light.  She danced around us and it was a dance as I saw her go deeper into the exultation a dom has when flogging her slaves.  The room was lit by candle light and I saw them sparkle in her eyes.

My thoughts had been of Cindy rather than the Mistress, but now, as we were flogged it was natural for Cindy’s head to rest on my shoulder and mine on hers so I saw the Mistress through half of the circle she danced, saw her lithe arm rear back and the flogger move in its arc towards Cindy’s back.

I noticed too, the firmness of Mistress’ body, tight and toned, the flaw abs working, the leg muscles contracting.  If Cindy was all curves and warmth, Mistress was curves under tension and a flame.

Again Cindy began crying out in her pain, again I felt her pain as much as my own.  But I was in a contest, and this time I wanted to win, or at least not to give in for Cindy.  And so I did hold out, and the flogging grew more intense, blows on our backs again and again.  Cindy cried more and more and eventually began really to let go and start to thrash in her bonds, thrusting her warm pussy agonizing inches from my urgently erect cock. 

I was in a daze, drifting in some other world, yet so sharply aware of the pain being inflicted on me.  Cindy was practically sobbing now, and at the same time acting like an orgasm was not that far away.  And then it was she that gave up, crying for mercy and the score was tied, one to one.

We were let down and both of us collapsed in a heap on the floor, rubbing our tired arms.

Apparently the floor was to be our next contest, for Mistress approached with what seemed to be a spreader bar, but one with four cuffs on it.  She ordered us both to spread our legs and lie on our backs and soon the spreader was attached to our knees.  I was on one side, Cindy on the other, the spreader between us, spreading both our legs out.  It was a bit of an awkward position, each of us sitting on our butts, our legs folded up.  The spreader pushed our knees apart and our lower legs just found some place to be, our feet resting at the side of the hips of our opposite number.

Mistress went around and secured our hands behind our backs with cuffs.  A rope went from one end of the spreader bar, under my right armpit, across my back, under the left armpit, then back to the other end of the spreader bar.  Slack was taken up and so I couldn’t lean back, but had to sit upright.  A similar rope was effected around Cindy and so we were now facing each other.

We had no gags, but would not dare speak.  Mistress went to some cabinet and returned with a maze of wires.  This resolved itself into some electrical unit.  Slowly she attached the contacts.  One set went around the base of my cock.  Another set was attached to Cindy’s nipples with little clamps.

The wires snaked back to where Mistress was sitting, she’d drawn up a chair and sat on it with a remote control in her hand.

“So, this will be the deciding event.  Looser has a fun night ahead, the winner has a better night.  Much better.  In fact, I’ll tell you what the winner gets.  First of all, this is it for the dungeon tonight, after this we will go upstairs to our bedroom.  And, since you haven’t seen it,” she looked at me, “let me assure you it is a wonderful room for making love, for having sex and for fucking, all three, and you do know that each is different?” 

I barely nodded.

“However, the winner will get to do more of those than the looser.  If Cindy wins, she and I will fuck like dogs while you sit tied to a chair and watch.  Girl on girl, that just drives you men wild doesn’t it?  But you can’t get too wild, as your cock will be so tightly tied up that too much excitement will be so painful.”

Mistress paused, and I wanted to ask what I got if I won.  God, in a different setting, I’d love to fuck that gorgeous body of hers, but that didn’t seem on.

She let me wait.  “Good, you had too much manners to ask.  Here it is, deerie, if you win, I’ll fuck your brains out.  Note carefully how that sentence was constructed.  You were thinking you’d like to fuck my brains out, but I said, I’d fuck your brains out.  I’m always going to be the dom and you will be doing the worshipping.  I leave the rest to your vivid imagination.”

With that she pushed a button, and an electric charge hit both of us and we jumped.  More jolts to my cock and Cindy’s breasts occurred.  Legs spread and hands behind back I couldn’t reach or touch my cock and the desire to close my legs and protect it, foolish and useless that would be, was still pretty strong.

The jolts got bigger in intensity and both of us started grunting and writhing.  There was a limit to what we could do as we were tied together.  We could rock from side to side together, or each of us could move forward and we did both in a futile attempt to relieve the pain.

Cindy’s chest was heaving now as her breath got more labored, a sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin and I would have come from just watching that, had I not been otherwise occupied.

A particularly big jolt caused me to curse and Mistress laughed.  “Having fun, remember how tight your cock will be tied if you give up.”  I think she had some control over who got what for in a second Cindy practically leapt off the floor and Mistress laughed again.  “Maybe if you give up, I’ll let him piss all over you, you know how you hate that.  Or maybe I’ll have you watch while I really do let him fuck me, you’d be so insanely jealous.”  As she said this I saw Cindy’s eyes flash in heartache, but I very much doubted that this goddess of a Mistress was in need of my cock.

The shocks subsided for a bit.  “Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention, that this scene has a preset minimum time.  No matter when you give up, the scene will go as long as I want it too.”  We looked at her and at each other wondering how long we were in for.

“So go ahead and give up,” she said, “I’ll torture you both, leave this on automatic, go upstairs and fuck myself.” And she let out another peal of laughter and gave us both a rapid series of medium intensity shocks that, after the pause, were excruciating.  We went back to rocking and moaning as they hit us.

“So do you think,” she regarded me, “that you care so much for Cindy that you’d endure hours of further torture just to give her a time of pleasure with me?” A flash of cold fear went through me, had Mistress figured this out about me already?  “You know that she and I are a couple without you.  Maybe if you loose, I should just send you out into the cold alone and Cindy and I will pick up someone else next month.  Always more sub guys.” 

I felt my heart just fall, that was the worst fear, that the two of them were a couple and three was a crowd most of the time.  Later Cindy told me that she felt her heart also fall at this, but I wasn’t looking at her and didn’t see her reaction.

Time went on, surly we were past Mistress’s cutoff time by now.  My cock was growing numb and the pain was accumulating, the first signs of panic were rising in me as happens at all good punishment sessions.  I knew if I gave up, I’d face more cock torture, but at least I’d get some release for a bit.  Cindy had settled into a rhythm and seemed to be riding each shock, taking them as they came.  Our bodies were covered in sweat now

Again the shocks subsided.  Mistress spoke, “we’re past the cutoff time now.  A surrender will end the session.  Does anyone want to give up?  You’ve both been good so you’ll get a drink and a chance to wash up.  Don’t want you sweating all over my nice clean bedroom.  How about it?” She pushed the button and one more time a bolt of pain gripped my cock causing me almost to feel nauseated.  “Any one for surrender?”

“I do, Mistress,” I said, “I give up.  Cindy wins.”  I hung my head.  Knowing what might be coming, I couldn’t bear to watch the two of them pleasuring each other.

Soon we were released, rubbing our limbs, and each had been granted a quick shower in the tiny basement bathroom. 

Cindy approached me and cuffed my hands behind my back with soft leather bindings.  She mad to do more, but Mistress dismissed her with a look and told her to go upstairs.

I was alone in the dungeon with the Mistress.  For the first time I had to face her without the comfort of Cindy, and suddenly the friendly scene melted away and I was aware of her power.  I had been standing, but instinctively I went down on my knees and looked up at her.

She gave me a sardonic smile and said, “Spread your knees.” I shuffled my legs apart.  She came closer and I saw she had a long thin cord in her hand, like a leather shoelace.  She got down on her knees and began binding the cord around my cock tightly.  I grew hard at her touch and the cords cut deeper into my cock.

She got up and tugged and I realized that I’d closed my eyes and missed that she had a nice little cock leash.  “Stand up.”  I did and she led me upstairs.

The bedroom was next.

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