Threesome

A BDSM Story by Harley Grant

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Chapter 5: In the boudoir

I was led up the stairs to the main level, around the room and up stairs to the second level.  The stairs were done in rich wood, with a carpet runner secured by gold rods.  We proceeded down a hallway lined with art highlighted by spotlights.  Double wood doors opened to reveal the master bedroom suite.

Cindy apparently knew the drill. She was kneeling on the richly carpeted floor, with a strap on harness at her feet.  She looked at us as we came in until Mistress commanded “eyes down.”  I also complied, just to be safe.

We approached the bed, and suddenly Mistress swung around, grabbed me by the hair and threw me face forward.  I landed on the bed, ass and legs over the side.  “Don’t move,” she commanded and there was an angry, commanding edge in her voice I had not heard before.

I heard her moving behind me, it sounded like she had picked up the harness.  Sure enough it was very soon that I felt the noise of something round and smooth moving over my ass.  Hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and a finger thrust lube into my rear hole.

“You like fucking women,” she said, “that much is so obvious.  No gay boy you, you have a cock and you want to use it.”  The dildo pushed against my ass. “I turn you on and you dream of fucking me.  Cindy you want also, but she’s all cuddly, not like the hard-body I am.” God she was right, Cindy made you feel warm and gooey, Mistress, well, she was a mistress all right.

The dildo came pushing in, pulling out, pushing in and Mistress soon got a good rhythm going, fucking me.  “Well, I love fucking you boys, making you my slut.  It’s so nice when I know you are enough of a man to want to fuck a woman, probably want to fuck her hard.”  In and out.  “And now, I’m fucking you and that is as close as you’ll ever get.”

“Well, Cindy, how do you feel knowing the man who wants to own you is being fucked like this?”  I turned my head to the right and I could see Cindy from the shoulders up, her eyes fixed on mine, she seemed frozen in time, not breathing.

“Slave Cindy!” Mistress’s voice called out and Cindy’s head snapped around, her eyes towards her Mistress.  “Get over here and lubricate my cock.”  Cindy crawled out of my view and around behind my ass.  The dildo pulled out and I felt Cindy’s hair brushing my ass. Judging from the noises and the periodic bumping of Cindy’s head against my rear, she was doing oral on the strap on.  “Enough,” Mistress said, Cindy got out of the way and I thought I was soon to be getting fucked again.

But I had forgotten the fate that had been promised me if I lost.  She pulled me off the bed by my hair and directed me to a wooden chair near the foot and to one side of the bed.  Once in the chair, she summoned Cindy and the two of them began tying me to it.  Arms behind the back, leather cuffed together and secured to a rung on the chair back.  Legs pulled wide and ankles leather cuffed to the front legs of the chair.  Soft rope around my chest pulled me tight to the back.

“All right Cindy, take his cock bondage off.”  Cindy complied and I was surprised at this command, that had been an explicit promise of the mistress.  On the other hand, my cock had been tied for some time, and the removal of the narrow cord was painful as the blood came back.

Freed, Cindy snuck a couple of strokes on my dick and it soon got hard again.  More rope pulled my knees wide.

Mistress put a hand on Cindy’s head and motioned her on to the bed.

And then it began.  The two stripped off to nothing by Mistress’ strap on and lay together on the bed, kissing and holding each other.  Yea, like any other guy, two women going at it is a turn on and soon my unbound cock was at full alert again.

Cindy rolled on her back, and Mistress mounted her in the missionary position and began thrusting.  Cindy put her arms around Mistress and began urging her on.  They pounded each other until I thought I’d burst.

Cindy had her legs thrown in the air over Mistress’ shoulders and she cried out, calling “Judith, oh my Mistress, fuck me, do me, take me deep!”  They thrust to a climax and I thought I’d come in the chair.

Mistress rolled off Cindy and reached into the drawer at the side of the bed.  Removing a little web of leather she came over to me.  Giving me an evil smirk she dropped to her knees and began securing my erect member into a leather cock harness.  This had several straps that went into some thick top rod that rested on my cock.

She got up, went back to the bed and fished out a remote control.  “We once had the cable TV repair man up here.  He was into cock bondage also, built us this.  She pressed a button and the straps around my cock started to cinch up tighter.  I grunted.  She let off the button.

She and Cindy sat side by side on the bed in front of me.  “Shall we show him how much we love each other?”  Mistress put her arm around Cindy and they kissed.

“We do,” said Cindy, looking admiringly at Mistress, her hand straying to Mistress’ pussy.

They kissed again.  “Yes, Mike, Cindy and I are a couple.  Will be forever.  Men come and go, we stay.  Always remember that.  You can be replaced anytime, Cindy is here forever.”  Cindy lowered her head and blushed.

Mistress tightened the straps another notch.  “I may let you fuck Cindy again.  Who knows, you may even get to go away for a weekend with her and I will give her orders to do anything you ask.  But you’ll never supplant her.”  They looked at me, I groaned again from the tight straps on my cock and from the incredible desire and submissive feelings this speech evoked.

“On the other hand,” Mistress continued, “we could call up David or Jack and ask them over here.  One of them could fuck you while we made Mike watch.”

Then Cindy did an amazing thing: she shook her head.  Just a little, very small, but she did.  Mistress noted it, and it was a sign of how much love she had for her submissive that she did not rebuke her.  She did smile.

“Oh, I know you’ve got feelings for him already.  You know those will have to be broken at some time.”

“Not tonight, I beg you.”  Cindy dropped her head and swayed forward towards Mistress.

“Cindy, Cindy.  You are such a romantic.  Have you forgotten you once felt that way about David?”  She turned to me.

“But David was a poser, he lied to her and he hurt Cindy.”  She turned to Cindy again.  “No, we’ll never let David in here again.  The jury is still out on Mike.”

Then the fuck fest began again.  Cindy got it doggy style, she got it in her ass to a screaming orgasm.  She licked the Mistress to an orgasm of her own.

The two fell into each others arms and I was afraid they were going to fall asleep and leave me in the chair, cock bound.  But Mistress got up in a second, released the straps and told Cindy to release me.  She did while Mistress went to the bathroom.

She came back in a soft, white bathrobe and threw another one at Cindy.  She accepted it gratefully and also went into the bathroom for a minute.

I was sitting in the chair, looking at Mistress Judith.  She looked at me.  “I will ask a fourth question, before you can ask a third.  The joys of being a Mistress.”

I was expecting the ‘what did the Mistress’ who hated you say’ question, but she surprised me.

“What was the biggest mistake you ever made with a woman?”

Maybe it was the night, feeling inside a special world, or maybe I was foolish, but I didn’t just answer.  “May I take longer to answer that?”

Mistress nodded.

“I feel like saying the biggest mistake I ever made was not asking a woman out.”

“Explain.”

“An occupational hazard of being a sub is that we let opportunities slide by us.”

“Yes, but that shouldn’t be a part of a healthy sub who understands fully that his submission is a gift that only has value if he doesn’t need to submit.”

I bowed my head.  “I admit that achieving that is a long journey full of mistakes.  I am submissive too often in life.  And to people who do not deserve it, unlike you two.”

“That almost sounded canned, you really don’t know us at all.”

Conversing with a Mistress was a constant mine field, they were always probing, pushing on every weak point of what you said.

“Well, we haven’t known each other very long, agreed.  But you are not the sort of people who would admit just anyone into all of this.  You could have played at the club and said goodbye, you could have kept me in the dungeon.  But you invited me into this sacred space and let me see your lovemaking.  I’m pretty sure that is something you value and do not display before dogs.”

I looked frankly and boldly into the Mistress’ eyes when I said this, my speech did not quaver.

She looked back.  “You complement yourself as you complement us.”

“And so, I assert that my submission is valuable.  And that I recognize the value of this.”  I spread my arms to encompass the room, but it was them I was speaking of.

Cindy turned to Mistress.  “I told you I sensed something when he spoke to me.”

“You are bold,” Mistress said. 

“Weaker Mistress’ said cocky and impudent, to answer your unasked third question.”

Mistress smiled.  “And what about my fourth?”

“My biggest mistake was asking a woman to marry me.”

“Because she was a bad person.”

“No, because together we became bad people.  Because I covered up my BDSM interests and didn’t have the courage to talk to her about them until it was too late.  Because she tried to change me and I didn’t honestly insist on how important this was.”

“You’re divorced?”  Cindy had come back and was sitting beside her mistress on the bed.  She was looking wide-eyed at me, her face radiating sympathy and compassion.

“Two years.”

“Kids?”

“Fortunately for them, no.  I’d like kids, but not to divide them up in a divorce.”

We sat in silence for a second.  I’d been very revealing, it might not sound like much, but this was ripped from my heart.  I hoped they knew.

Mistress turned to Cindy.  “The triangle?”

Cindy smiled and nodded.  She looked at me and her face was radiant.

“You can start by dancing for him.”

Cindy gave a wicked smile and got up.  She approached me.  Leaning towards me she let her robe fall open a bit.  “Sit back, cowboy, you’re going to get a lap dance like it should be done.”

I sat back.  Cindy climbed on my lap and showed me why dancers in clubs are mostly lazy.  She rubbed herself all over me, she looked at me from under her eyelids, she slowly gave me a tease of her cleavage.  You’d think a women I’d fucked and been naked with so recently couldn’t tease me, but teasing is about movement.  She was moving like a woman who liked to fuck and wanted to fuck, and that makes all the difference.

There was no music, but my ears were ringing.

Cindy quit all too soon, and stepped back.  Mistress had been busy as well.  Each corner of their big bed had a leather cuff attached to it.  The sheets had been pulled back and put on the floor.  “Come here and lie down,” she said.

Soon, I was on my back, spread eagled firmly to the bed.

“You’re right, we don’t show this to everyone.  And this is a sacred ritual we are about to perform.  It binds us together.  It’s not just about sex.”

With that, she and Cindy started to clamber on the bed.  Cindy positioned herself over my cock and levered herself slowly down on to me.  Mistress was facing Cindy and slowly lowered herself on to my face. Everyone began to move.  Mistress leaned forward, presumably to kiss Cindy. 

We formed a triangle, a trinity of bodies.  Me on the bottom, Cindy her pussy to my cock, her face to Mistress’ face.  Mistress pussy to my face.  As we licked and sucked, the energies flowed through us, not the rhythm of two but the rhythm of three bodies communicating.  I had the energy exchange between my mouth and the pussy of Mistress Judith.  That would be enough to concentrate on, pleasing her, feeling her movements.  But I also had the movement of Cindy up and down on me, moving in and out.  Occasionally one of the women would climax and their cries would build up and then down.  I slowly moved toward orgasm and away again.  I didn’t care if I came, I had already, and I could feel filled with pride at being a part of this sacred exchange.

Eventually, I started up the path to orgasm and bucked and pushed against my bonds, rocking Cindy up and down.  I collapsed.

Mistress and Cindy rolled off me and after regaining their composure, released me.

We savored the moment.  “Time for a shower and then bed,” mistress declared.

We ran into the bathroom, giggling like little kids, sweaty and tired as well.  The shower was huge, solid glass on the three sides, granite titles on the other.  Two shower heads fit comfortably in the space.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, and became an overwhelming yearning.  I dropped to the floor of the shower.  “Piss on me.”

Mistress and Cindy looked at me and for a moment I couldn’t gauge their reaction.  “Please do it, you’ve given such a privilege to me, let me submit to you in this way.  To honor the priority of your relationship with each other.  Please.  Please piss on me.”

“Ask for it.”

I crawled over to Mistress’ leg, cupped it in my hands, kissed her sweaty, lean foot.  “Please, Mistress, I beg you, please, piss on me.  I need it, I want it.”  My voice rose in intensity, became a plea ripped from somewhere inside me.

“No, Mike,” Mistress said, “It’s Cindy you have to beg this from.”

I kissed her foot one more time, and turned around and crawled to Cindy’s pink, rounder foot and kissed her tiny toes. 

“Please Cindy, let me submit to you, be mistress over me, piss your warm urine all over me.”

“Keep going,” I heard Mistress behind me.  Mistress stepped over me, her firm legs gripping my flanks.

“Please, Cindy, it means more if you do it, you’re so kind and giving.  Let me show how much I’ll submit to you, how much I’ll give you.  Please, please, I beg you, piss on me.”  I was almost crying, I felt the emotion rising in me.  Why do I crave this?  But I did.

I felt the warm steam of urine from Mistress flowing down my back.  Cindy stepped forward and soon a second stream was playing on my neck, splashing my hair.  I gave into the sensation, so odd and so primal.

It was over too soon.

“Stay put, don’t move.”

The water for the shower was turned on and fell around me, starting to wash off the urine.  In a minute, Mistress nudged me with her foot and I crawled more fully under the spray.

Soon they invited me to stand and we soaped each other, Cindy and I attending to Mistress.  Cindy and I doing each other.  We rinsed off, each put on bathrobes and went out on a balcony that I had not noticed before to savor the cool night air and dry off.

Soon we were becoming tired and back to bed we all went.  A thick padded comforter was placed on the floor.  Cindy and I each had a leg chained to one of the legs of the bed.  We slept on the floor at the foot of the bed while Mistress had the bed to her self. 

Cindy and I could have kissed and snuggled but we were all so tired, that we were soon asleep.