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Playing Power Games

By: redzinger



In UK English. Just over 11k words (4 pages), containing BDSM, exhibitionism and anal acts with a Domme and two men who should've known better than to disobey her. It's a slow starter but really does get going later on.

This is a Valentine's Day 2014 Contest submission so please, please, please, please vote and comment. It's the first time I've entered a contest, and the first time I've written BDSM. I hope you enjoy and be...ummm, gentle with me. *winky* I don't have an editor so any Eros (hah!) are all mine. xxx

***

"I hate Valentine's Day and I hate Friday night games," grumbled Lindsay. "Whose bloody stupid idea was this? She stood, well wrapped up, pint in hand, staring out at the pouring rain and the late arrivals dashing to the shelter of the stand. "All this false bonhomie, and everyone desperately trying to enjoy themselves in too little time."

"Are you talking about Fridays or Valentine's?" grinned Sian.

"Both. What's wrong with Saturday at two o'clock and keeping your smug coupley-ness to yourselves instead of infesting all the restaurants and decent pubs, and now even Harford Rugby Club?" Lindsay's Scottish accent strengthened when she was on a rant.

Sian sniggered at her ire, "The club thought they'd do something special. It's primarily the idea of that new social media bloke, Roman, he hasn't realised the importance of rugby on Saturdays."

"All hail rugby on Saturdays! Seriously now, kick off wasn't until half seven, you're not going to be eating your 'Luscious Late Love Lunch' until ten."

"Or later, by the time Rob's got off the pitch, showered and tarted himself up. For a manly prop, he takes longer than me to shower and get ready. Oh, and have physio treatment, have a beer with his buddies, all the rest." Sian looked down at her generous curves, "I'm hardly going to starve, but I won't be able to drink much without getting squiffy."

"We'll share a burger at half time."

"You're on. Where are you off later?"

Lindsay smiled, "Flames is having an anti-Valentine's night for singletons. Which will probably turn into the usual meat market with perhaps fewer of the cheating arseholes than normal."

"Awww, I love Flames. It's so bloody cheesy, it's brilliantly dreadful. Who are you going with?"

"Some of the women players. They decided on the fancy dress theme: 'leather or lace'." Lindsay wriggled, smirking.

Sian stared at Lindsay, "You're dressed up, under your coat? G'wan, give us a flash."

"Later, it's buried under jumpers." At Sian's faked wobbling lower lip, she pulled open her long coat to show her long, black leather boots and skin-tight leather trousers, pulling up her layers to show her pierced midriff and the bottom of her corset. "I'm a dominatrix. My whip is back at the club."

"Wow, you have the body for it too, you're so toned. Red lips to clash with your bright red hair?"

"The full works, plus a black eye mask. I'll add the dramatic touches later, I don't think the Harford clubhouse is up for Mistress Ell."

"You'd give the old boys a collective heart attack. I'm not sure if Flames is even up for Mistress Ell." Sian shook her head, "I have to say, apart from having Rob's company, I'm rather jealous."

"Oi!" came a voice from the row below. "You're on the same table as us and our husbands, it can't be that bad." Her brunette friend, a heavily-pregnant Sarah was coming to join them. Like most around them, she was wrapped up in a heavy winter coat, hat, gloves and ascarf.

Sarah shook her brolly out, "It's bloody tipping down and freezing. Whose idea was this again?"

"The new social media bloke," chorused Sian and Lindsay.

"Roman? The one who's just walked out?" asked Sarah.

"Really?" Lindsay rolled her eyes.

A low, male Scottish-accented voice came from a massive hunk behind them, "Yes, and he's dropped the club well-and-truly in the brown stuff. Nothing's ready for tonight. Lindsay, I may have to call on your organisational and diplomatic skills to help us out of shit creek. I wouldn't ask if we weren't desperate."

"Yes, boss." Lindsay was Tom's second-in-command in his City offices, and had got to know the rest of the girls through his wife, Sarah.

"Looks like I won't be seeing much more of the match, I'll see you in the bar later." Lindsay waved goodbye to the girls, and returned to the clubhouse.

When she got there, the whole place was in turmoil. Some pink, red and silver decorations lay scattered about the function room on random tables, some still in their boxes. The bar staff had set up, but were short of staff and coming into conflict with the caterers who were also in chaos.

It took five minutes to soothe the irate chef worried about his food getting spoiled, and placate the bar manager concerned about several bottles of wine ready to be placed on the tables that had already gone missing.

One mousy young girl was attempting to lay all of the tables by herself. Lindsay approached her, "Hi, do you know where the rest of the waiting staff for tonight are please?"

The girl blushed and didn't look at her, "Ummm, they're here..."

"But where?"

"Ummm, I think they're getting ready in the ladies?"

Lindsay helped the girl, whose name was Becca, for a few minutes, "So, how long have you been here?"

"Since seven, that's when Roman said he'd pay us from."

"And the other girls, how long have they been here."

"Ummm." Becca blushed, "Around the same time, we were on the same bus."

It was approaching eight o'clock. "I'll be back in a bit."

Lindsay went in search of the missing staff. It didn't take long; the clubhouse was nearly empty apart from the staff and she could hear giggling from the loos. She pushed the door open, to be met by a cloud of hairspray, perfume, cigarette and alcohol fumes. Three girls in short, tight white blouses with black miniskirts were propped up around the sinks, drinking the pilfered wine, gossiping and fussing with their make-up. One further girl was smoking out of an opened window. They gave Lindsay dismissive glances and carried on their conversations. Lindsay went into a stall and listened.

"Did you see the size of that girl who goes out with Rob, the prop? She's massive, must be a fourteen at least. What an elephant!"

"Fat cow, what the hell does he see in her?"

"I'm going to flirt with him tonight, I don't care if he's single or not."

All the other girls agreed and discussed which of the men they fancied, each adding a malicious slur about the player's wife or girlfriend.

Lindsay had heard enough and exited the cubicle, spuriously washing her hands and striding out of the door.

Seconds later, she returned with backup in the form of a couple of bar staff and a doorman, "You four, you're sacked. Don't expect to be paid a penny for tonight, and don't expect to ever work here again. Now, pay up for that stolen wine and piss off."

With much bitching, the girls left.

Which was nice, but left them short of staff. She spotted Tom coming in to check progress, "I need at least four bodies to act as waiters or waitresses plus a couple of bar staff who won't drink the profits. Any ideas?"

Tom thought for a second, "I'll send some of the squad who aren't playing over. Maybe some of the under-20 boys. Don't let them give you any shit."

"Good, I won't. How are things on the pitch?"

"It's only halftime and we're winning by miles. So much for a close-fought local derby; they haven't even turned up."

Lindsay returned to the function room and was relieved to see Becca had finished laying the cutlery. Some bar staff had taken pity on her and started polishing the glasses to be placed on the tables.

"Lindsay? Ummm, would you mind if I tidied myself up a bit? I haven't stopped since I got here and I need the loo."

"No problem, apparently there's more help on its way." Lindsay cast an eye over the room, assessing what was left to be done. Napkins with hearts on and other related table and wall decorations, more chairs. There wasn't even any table plan to check. She could strangle that Roman.

The heating had been bumped up, and after walking back and forth a few times, she was far too warm in her long coat and layers. She hung the coat up, putting her whip with it also, and stripped off a couple of jumpers leaving only a translucent, figure-hugging black silk blouse over the corset.

Where was the help? Becca had returned in short order, and was placing the glasses out. Her brown hair had been pulled back neatly into a high ponytail which suited her better. Lindsay hadn't noticed before, but Becca was naturally pretty, a quiet beauty rather than in-your-face-and-caked-with-makeup, and under the baggy clothes was a good, athletic figure. Her eyes had nearly popped out of her head when she'd seen Lindsay's skin-tight outfit.

The 'Happy Valentine's Day!' banner Lindsay was holding was intended to be suspended on permanent hooks above the bar. Even kneeling on a bar stool wasn't enough. She dragged a small table over, and retrieved her whip. In her insanely high heels with the use of the whip, she could just about reach, and the decoration looked great once up.

With hands on hips, she surveyed the room. It was slowly coming together.

Sniggering came from her left. Six of the players kitted out in hoodies and jeans were slouching in the doorway, watching her in her outfit.

"You two!" she barked and pointed her whip at the two closest, "Help me down from here."

Their tittering shut off abruptly and the two players uneasily approached her. She recognised them as younger players, in fact four of them looked to be younger and the remaining two, Gavin and Adam were senior players in their mid-twenties.

"Arms up!" she snapped, and with their help, gracefully stepped down. The top of her head barely reached their shoulders. She squared her shoulders, tapped the whip against her boots and fixed them all with a gimlet stare.

Their expressions were combined terror and awe, and some sexual heat from the older two. Hmmm, maybe she was onto something here; despite their size, they weren't arguing.

She circled them, taking in their jeans and general scruffy appearance, "You! Name and what other clothes do you have with you?"

"D-Damian," her victim stuttered. "Us younger players have smarter clothes for later."

"You! Name and what kind of smarter clothes?" she directed her question to another youth player.

"Ricky. Sss-shirts and ties, trousers and shoes."

She pointed at the youthful players, "You're now waiters for the night. You will be paid. You four have ten minutes to change and return here. Go now."

She flicked the whip towards the door and the four scuttled away, leaving Gavin and Adam.

She had to hide the tremors of anticipation running through her. Hell, they were tall. And fit. She took her time to slowly look over them, tapping her whip against her opposite palm, "You two. Clothes?"

Gavin answered, his redhead complexion blushing, "Just a change of shirt." The dark-haired Adam echoed him in his soft Kiwi accent. Neither of them could look away from the whip in her hands.

"Have either of you ever served behind a bar?" They both nodded. "Ok that'll be your main job for tonight. You have five minutes to change."

They both nodded, but didn't move. She looked them up and down again scornfully. Tall. More than filling out the front of their jeans. At her glare, they both shuffled. Were they aroused? They seemed to be breathing heavily.

She stepped closer, meeting their widening eyes and whispered, "Go. Now."

Gavin gulped, "O-Our kit bags are below the coat stands behind you."

Lindsay permitted herself a smug smile, "Good, then you can change here and help me with the rest of the decorations."

She strode off to where Becca was watching open-mouthed, "Everything ok with you, Becca?"

"Oh my god, you're, like, my heroine. The way they went from cockiness to cowering in front of you in seconds." Becca was grinning and had forgotten to be shy, "I've never seen anything so epic.

"How old are you, Becca?"

"I'm eighteen. Just."

"Are you still at school?"

"Ummm, I'm just finishing my A levels but...ummm, I want to be a cyclist," she rushed out.

"Ooh, I cycle too. Only social club runs though."

"I thought so; you have the legs of a cyclist..." Whatever Becca was about to say next, she completely forgot, distracted by something behind Lindsay. "Wow!" she breathed.

Lindsay suspected she knew what had distracted the goggle-eyed waitress, and before turning around, carefully blanked her expression. Wow indeed.

Two half-naked professional sportsmen, firm slabs of muscles and ridged abdomens on show, they rummaged in their bags for shirts. Gavin started pulling his shirt on. Looking up and seeing Lindsay and Becca watching, he slowed his movements down, smirking as he slowly buttoned the garish, silky fabric from bottom to top. He said something to Adam who looked their way too.

Lindsay could feel herself losing control of the situation, "Follow me, and stop staring!" she hissed at Becca.

Sauntering towards the troublesome two, she slowly unbuttoned the thin shirt she wore over the leather corset. Gavin and Adam's eyes darted to her chest, the smooth black leather and bare midriff she was revealing. She let the shirt slip off her shoulders, "It's rather...warm in here, don't you think?" she asked Adam.

His eyes were glued to the breast shelf barely covered by leather. With a deep breath, she nearly popped out.

She tittered, and shrugged the shirt back on, slowly rebuttoning it, "Silly me, I need to run to the cold office, and I'm afraid I'll have to find you other shirts to wear, those just won't do." She shook her head in mock disappointment. "Please be getting on with decorating and placing the wine glasses on the tables, tell the youths to help you when they return." She strolled out of the room, swinging her hips confidently, Becca trotting behind her.

"Ok, Becca. First things first, we need table plans and a list of names. Secondly, we both need to keep those boys and everyone else under control all night. Part of that is appearance, most of it is attitude. I'm going to give you a makeover and 'Don't Fuck With Me' lessons."

Becca almost skipped in happiness and clapped her hands together with glee.

Lindsay laughed, "I'm afraid the first lesson is be happy inside but don't be too happy on the outside when you're in a position of power. Second is, don't overdo it and be a hard bitch, there's always room for a smile and compliment if someone's done well."

***

Twenty minutes later, Lindsay had the paperwork sorted and a transformed assistant. She'd borrowed a skirt and shoes from one of the women players who'd brought them to change into after watching the match, and a red v-neck T-shirt with the Harford logo, from a youth tournament. There were more T-shirts for the waiters and bar staff. One other problem sorted.

She'd also enhanced her make-up and applied a bit to Becca to bring out her natural beauty. The improved appearance and lessons had dramatically boosted Becca's confidence. Her shoulders had gone back and she could already sashay like Lindsay in the unfamiliar heels. Giving her a clipboard and clear tasks had also improved her assurance.

Lindsay checked her watch, the match was due to end in ten minutes.The muted buzz of voices and laughter came from the function room. Well, at least that meant they hadn't walked out on her, yet.

The doors creaked as they walked in and the boys looked around from blowing up balloons. All of them did a double take at Becca's appearance, and she responded by coolly meeting their eyes. Good.

The tables were almost finished too. Also good. Lindsay allowed herself a quick smile of relief while no one was watching her, before clearing her throat, "You waiters, Becca will be giving you a brief rundown on service, and T-shirts we've managed to procure. No more worrying about getting tomato sauce on your best pulling shirt, hey?"

She allowed time for the four to finish their current balloons, and to follow Becca to the catering outlet and congregate around her. A brief moment of worry was placated by Becca's serene smile.

Gavin and Adam were left, and she could just tell that they were feeling belligerent. "Here." She threw T-shirts at them, "They may be a bit small though."

Adam glanced at the label, "I usually wear a large. This is a medium."

"There aren't any large so tough luck. It'll stretch."

Gavin had already started unbuttoning his shirt; he wasn't going to argue. It took seconds for him to pull the top on, he looked resplendent in the formfitting fabric. Lindsay gave an approving nod, for some reason, it looked wonderful against his redhead colouring; his hair verged towards auburn rather than ginger. She returned her gaze to Adam who was grumpily pulling at the snug garment.

Wow! What a knockout! If Gavin looked wonderful, Adam looked superb.

She had to stop herself gaping, giving the same approving nod, "Both of you look great, and well done on the decorations. Now, go to Nick, he'll give you a run down on the bar, it's bottles only in here. If anyone wants anything different, send them to the main bar. We have about ten minutes before the hordes descend."

Those ten minutes she spent correcting cock-ups on the table plans and keeping an ear out for Becca, noting that she was spare in awarding compliments but the boys were preening when she did. The caterers came to her with some minor problems but they were all resolved in no time. Far from being a disaster thanks to the disappearing Roman, there was a chance they may, just, get away with it.

***

The main course of the 'Luscious Late Love Lunch' was served at ten o'clock on the dot and Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief. Becca had come through for her, the boys behaved, the decorations, while utterly naff, seemed to lift everyone's spirits, especially the pink, red and silver packets of balloons she hadn't had time to inflate so had just placed on the tables as DIY decorations. Blowing up and popping balloons entertained even the most churlish.

Tom offered his help once he had finished his coaching duties. Lindsay had waved him back to his wife until pudding was served, when she escaped to join the rugby girls in the bar for a drink, just in time to delay their imminent departure for Flames. They were very impressed with her outfit, and she didn't have the courage to tell them either how much it had cost or that she'd had it a few years. They agreed to hang on for a short while longer, and she bought them a bottle of champagne to keep them entertained while she finished up.

"What an evening." Tom came up behind her as she surveyed the function room for any more problems. "I think you deserve another pay rise."

"I wouldn't have done it without your boys and Becca."

Tom laughed, "I heard how you terrified them into submission. Well, apart from Becca, who has turned into a little dominatrix herself. Ricky's just asked her out."

Lindsay gasped and laughed, "What did she say?"

"She's outlined a list of demands to which he happily conceded. I've paid them all, given her double, and as soon as they clear the last plate, they're all dismissed. Is that ok with you?"

"Perfect. What about Gavin and Adam?"

"I'll let them go in a bit. Were the tight T-shirts your idea? They've been complaining of fighting off housewives all night. That was evil." Tom grinned.

"Serves them right for giving me shit earlier. Has Sarah enjoyed herself?"

Tom grinned even more, he was so besotted with his pregnant wife, "Brilliantly, thanks to that comfy chair you organised. I'm off to take her home." There was a ripple of applause from the room and a triumphant masculine whoop, "Awww, sounds like Rob proposed to Sian. He said he would if the night went well. Another pat on the back for you." 


Playing Power Games Ch. 02



So, it's finally here. Many apologies for the delay.

I wrote this over a year ago. Unfortunately, extending the story meant that it fell under the 'option' clause in my publishing contract, so I had to submit the extended story to them first. The option has lapsed, so now I'm free to publish here.

As per my normal warnings, it's in UK English and contains adventures of a Domme and her two boys. If you enjoyed Chapter 01, I hope you'll like this. (If you didn't enjoy it, what are you doing still here? Shoo!) Any errors are my own.

Chapter 03 will be uploaded next week.

Txxx

***

Lindsay thought there was nothing better than waking up sandwiched between two hot, naked men, apart from waking up being eaten out by one of the aforementioned men, with the other sucking her nipples.

'Good boys,' she murmured. 'Very good boys.'

At her words, they attacked her with renewed vigour. Lying on her back, she cracked open her eyes to see Gavin enthusiastically sucking and licking between her thighs, and Adam bending over her torso. She could feel Adam's cock weeping against her leg, and peered down to glimpse Gavin rubbing himself against the linen sheets.

Wow. 

First thing in the morning was too early to fully assume her Domme persona, and even though she hadn't planned for sex, she really wanted a hard cock in her, perhaps even two of them. Although, for a back door entry she needed to stretch herself well in advance. There was still plenty they could do, and they all needed to come before she executed her plans for the morning.

Adam must have read her mind. 'We found condoms in the bedside table, would you like to...?'

Gavin chuckled from between her legs. 'The way she just reacted, I'd say yes.' He added a couple of fingers into her and she gasped. 'She's really tight,' he commented, lifting his head.

Adam left her breasts. 'Let me check.' He fed a couple of fingers inside. 'You're right, we'll have to take it slow. She's so small.' He took the fingers out and licked them. 'She tastes so good though.'

'You're telling me!' Gavin stuck his head back down.

'Who goes first?'

Enough was enough. 'Boys, I'll decide, thank you.' If she could clear her head long enough with Gavin licking her like that. 

'Please don't take too long, Mistress.' Gavin swiped his tongue along her, then looked up with puppy dog eyes before sucking her clit into his mouth.

Lindsay felt her eyes cross as her legs began kicking and blood surged between her legs. Deep breath. 'Gavin. Put a condom on and lie on your back. Now.' Her tone brooked no nonsense.

He stopped immediately and began trembling slightly. It reminded Lindsay of how submissive he actually was. He sat up and, with shaking hands, rolled a condom on. He lay back against the pillows, his arms by his sides, white-knuckled hands gripping the sheets. His erection stood upright from his groin, blushing and tearing with eagerness beneath the light latex covering.

Lindsay gently kissed Adam. 'Keep yourself ready for me. I may need your help.' She straddled Gavin, keeping herself above him and laid a finger on his lips. 'You. Are not allowed to come. Until I say. If you do, you will be punished. Severely. Do you understand?'

He nodded, his edgy eyes watching her every move.

'You are also not permitted to touch me. You must hold onto the bed frame.'

He lifted his arms, shaking hands grasping the wrought iron. 

She began lowering herself onto him, rubbing herself against him. There was nothing like the feeling of hard cock rubbing against her parts, almost entering. Her body wanted to suck him inside, but his stubby head would stretch her. 

His eyes pleaded for mercy, his breath hitching.

She touched him lightly, then, almost delicately, directed him to her entrance. She tightened on him and his legs began scrambling on the bed. She stopped. 'Still, boy. Do. Not. Move.'

His arms strained against his self-imprisonment but he nodded. 'Yes, Mistress.'

She began taking him inside her, but she was tight. Almost too tight. His cock, while not obscenely large for his frame, was a good size and the bulky mushroom head was a difficult shape to fit.

She was naturally slight, and the first time for a while was always difficult. Adam was lying on the bed watching them, lazily pumping his cock with one hand.

'You want some lube?' She nodded as his cock. It was a more graceful shape than Gavin's, the head more pointed although the width of the shaft was similar.

His eyes heated.

'Condom. On your knees, behind me. As close as you can.'

She felt Adam arrange himself behind her, between Gavin's splayed thighs. She lifted herself off Gavin, and pushed herself back onto Adam. 

Oh. Oh. Oh. He didn't feel so thick, not right away, but she could get more of him inside her. She arched her back, circling her hips to push him just a bit deeper. She felt his hips pump slightly. 'Don't move,' she hissed.

He stopped, and she moved forwards, back towards Gavin. This time, when she lowered herself onto his stubby head, he went slightly further in. She enjoyed a couple of shallow thrusts before lifting herself off and taking Adam back in to open her up. While he was in her, she rubbed Gavin's cock against her clit, and she could feel him holding back from flexing his hips towards her.

'Hold my tits, she instructed to Adam. 'Squeeze them, pull the nipples.'

That's what she needed, the choice of two cocks and her breasts pummelled. The different entry angles of their thick cocks felt magical to her, the slightly different shapes, straight and stubby-headed versus a long graceful curve were touching different places. She alternated between the two, taking both deeper and deeper. 

All three of them were panting, her torture pushing them. It was time for the next level.

She sat completely on Gavin and gasped. It took all her control to keep from coming. 'Fuck, that's good,' she groaned. 'You have a great cock. You both have great cocks.'

She received breathless acknowledgments. She began tightening and relaxing on him, circling her hips, thrusting down, driving down onto him. She could feel Adam's wet cock brushing against her, and wished again that she could take them both inside.

Gavin's face was flushing, the colour high on his cheekbones, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold himself back. 

'Does that feel good, Gavin?'

He nodded at her.

'Gavin, look at me.'

His eyes popped open obediently.

'How does I feel?'

He whimpered. 'Hot and so tight, Mistress.'

'Do you like being inside me?'

'Yes Mistress, you feel so good but...' He panted, 'I can't keep still for much longer.'

Lindsay lifted Adam's hands from her and briefly kissed his cheek, dismissing him for a few moments. She leant forward to cup Gavin's face. His eyes drifted closed as she tightened around him.

'Gavin, look at me. I won't ask you again.' Her icy voice belied the searing sensations racing through her body at the change in angle.

The lashes fluttered up again. His green eyes were full of panic, the pupils fully dilated.

'You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Come...Yet.'

He nodded desperately. 

She continued her gyrations. 'If you come before I give you permission, you will be punished.' She laughed breathlessly. 'But if you come after I give you permission, you will be punished.'

His eyes cleared slightly. 'I will be punished, whatever?' he panted.

'Yes, my darling.' She smiled, grabbed both of his nipples and twisted them viciously. 'Now come.'

He shouted as the pain hit and she felt him harden inside her. His arms bulged with muscle, the veins popped and his hips began jolting up, out of his control.

She rode his thrusts, refusing to let his eyes leave hers, continuing to pull and torture his nipples. Until he subsided, his breath slowing, his cock beginning to slip out of her.

'Good boy. You did well.' She brushed a kiss to his cheek and finally allowed his eyes to flutter closed. 

Lindsay looked over her shoulder at Adam. 'Fuck me. Hard.'

He straddled their legs, lifted her hips, and took her.

The first thrust was brutal and she almost collapsed onto Gavin. Adam's hands held her hips as he screwed himself inside her. The force was just what she needed, what she wanted. She braced her arms, pushing back onto him as he began hammering at her. 

Fullness, delicious, hard fullness rammed inside. He was moving so fast, she couldn't even squeeze him, so just let him do the work. In. In. In. In. In.

Her breasts bounced around, the nipples tight. The inside of her thighs was soaking, Adam's balls were hitting at her clit. The sounds of her squelching pussy, her and his pants turning into moans and groans.

She felt Gavin moving under her. He somehow managed to wriggle out, turned around and inserted himself headfirst under her, and started licking at her. 

'I can see him thrusting into you.' His whisper was barely audible. 'I can see him stretching you, you're so wet you're dripping onto me.' He licked at her.

Lindsay and Adam's movements calmed slightly to hear Gavin's words.

'Fuck, you taste good.' He sucked her, palming her breasts with his hands and Lindsay keened. 

Adam chose that moment to push inside her, gyrating his hips as deep as he could. 'Sorry, I have to come,' he gritted.

'Come for me then,' she gasped. A pinch of her nipples and the wave of tension building within her broke. 

Adam shouted and she moaned as she felt him spurt inside her as his hips made their final thuds against hers. They subsided on the bed, hands running over each other.

Gavin wriggled out from underneath them. 'That was slightly more pleasant than the last time Adam's balls were sitting on my face.'

Lindsay snorted, 'During the match last week?'

'Yeah, the collapsed maul. You taste a lot better than muddy and sweaty rugby shorts.'

Lindsay and the boys sniggered with laughter.

She glanced over at the bedside clock and noted the time. 'I'm going out for a ride for an hour or so.'

'Mmmm,' murmured Adam sleepily. 'Jus' gonna have a kip. Wake me up for the next round when you get back.'

'Me too,' yawned Gavin.

***

As the boys either side of her dozed, Lindsay's head began to clear, and her stomach rumbled slightly. She had to think about what would be happening later, and what would happen in the future. Cycling in the fresh air would help.

Sliding out from between her boys, she stood and took a moment to gaze down at them, sprawled across her bed. Gavin's pale skin with his auburn locks contrasting against Adam's darker colouring and olive skin. She could just about see the base of the butt plug that Adam was still wearing - no wonder he hadn't held on when she started to come.

A brief ride, quicker and shorter than her usual, and she returned to the flat to rinse in the shower and wander into the kitchen, pulling on a short robe. She had seen Tom, her boss, eat while in training, and knew that the two would be ravenous. Luckily, her fridge was full from a food delivery the previous day, and a short time later she was bringing dishes out of the oven.

The tempting smells must have woken Gavin up. He leant in the doorway, clad only in his boxers, and grinning cheekily at her. 'Morning, gorgeous. You cookin' something up?'

She smiled innocently back at him. 'Yeah, there's breakfast, and there's what I'm doing to you later'. 

His eyes rounded, his breath shortened, colour rose on his cheeks and a bulge rose in his shorts. 

Lindsay loved to shock him like that. They stared at each other for seeming minutes then she sashayed towards him and tiptoed to brush a kiss to his cheek. 'Go take a seat and tuck in. Adam up?'

'He's on his way. He's...ummm...in the bathroom. He may need a...hand.'

Oh. The plug. Lindsay smirked.

She found a beleaguered Adam bending over on his knees in the shower, frustration written large on his face as he sporadically tried to tug the plug out between pants of excitement. His cock had swollen but he wasn't touching himself.

After a quick trip to grab some more lube, she leant against the doorframe and watched for a few minutes. Finally she commented, 'Enjoying yourself?'

Adam glanced up, and his cock leapt. 'Please, I've tightened up and...'

It would need to come out so he would have a break before what she had planned for later. She stooped down to him and patted his arse lightly. 'Relax,' she soothed.

The tension dropped out of Adam. Lindsay enjoyed the view, the tall, muscular rugby player on his knees before her, doing exactly what she ordered him to. As his breathing calmed, she squeezed some lube around the plug then she fondled his arse with one hand and began tapping a finger on the exposed part of the plug with the other, moving it around within him. 

His fingers pulsed against the tiles they were rested on.

'I need you to bear down, then relax completely.' She waited as he followed her orders, and carefully pulled the plug out, taking her time. Once past the wide part, it slid out smoothly.

He sighed, wiggling his butt cheeks. 'I miss it already.'

She laughed, slapped his arse and stood. 'There's time for that later. Have a shower, clean and do what you need to do. Come join us for breakfast. Shorts only.'

***

As the boys polished off the platters of food she had prepared, she watched both of them, planning. 'Tell me, are you both free all day?'

They nodded through mouthfuls of food before chewing and swallowing. 'Yes, Mistress.'

'Are you interested in this being more than a one-night adventure?'

Gavin nodded frantically and Adam concurred, 'Definitely.'

'Good. It's better we take our time today. We need to set down some rules. For a start, don't call me "Mistress" unless we're scening or I'm giving you an order. I'm Lindsay.'

'Yes, M—Lindsay.'

'I need to know your needs and your hard limits. These are the things you just won't do. I'm guessing you don't want to be marked, temporarily or permanently?'

Adam laughed, 'It would make for some interesting conversations in the changing room. Though, I don't mind a little.'

'Me neither,' agreed Gavin cheerfully.

'Boys, I'm not sure if you know what you're asking for. What you've already experienced is way beyond most people's comprehension. Despite BDSM becoming more widely-known and accepted, it's still something which'll affect how people perceive you.'

Adam spuriously arranged cutlery on his empty plate. 'Lindsay, we trust you. You've already shown us more than either of us expected.'

Gavin nodded in agreement. 'I always thought being dominated would about debasing myself and being called names, but it's totally different with you. You just take control, and it feels so good. I feel safe with you. We know you wouldn't hurt or embarrass us.'

'Thank you,' she blushed. 'I'm honoured that you place your trust in me. I'll still get you to have a look at some checklists.' She left the room and returned with some sheets of paper and pens. 'Sorry it's a bit old-school. Stick your email on the top and I'll send you full versions later. If you want to continue, of course...'

The boys almost ripped the sheets out of her hands and enthusiastically began ticking boxes as she cleared the plates away.

'I have a confession to make too.' She waited until both gave her their attention. 'Some Dommes don't use their submissives for sex like I did this morning, some think it is...out of order to do so.'

'Really?' asked Gavin.

'Yep,' nodded Lindsay. 'I want to clarify to you that you can always say no, you always have the option of your safe word, or the traffic lights when you are not...enjoying the scene.'

'You could say, it was us who initiated sex this morning,' Adam added.

'Truth be told, I wasn't expecting that. Whose idea was it?'

Adam flushed, 'Ummm, I woke up horny due to the plug...'

'But I was on board,' added Gavin.

They both looked guilty and Lindsay rushed to reassure them, 'Don't worry, I didn't mind. However, there's more I'd like to have done, and it's changed my plans for the day.' 

'Oh.' Gavin stared down at his checklist. 'Ummm, you know what you said last night? When we were in the hot tub?'

She smiled evilly. 'What did I say?'

The redhead flushed. 'That you'd...ummm, fuck Adam in the arse then torture me.'

'Oh, that, I've changed my mind. Due to your efforts this morning.'

The boys both gasped, 'But-'

'Domme's prerogative.' She smirked at their panic and snatched the last rasher off Adam's plate as they gaped at her. 'I've decided we need to take a quick trip to a friend's shop before our fun continues.'

'A trip?'

'Your breakfast needs a chance to settle. When we return, I'll decide who's been good...and bad.' Lindsay happily munched on the crispy bacon and eyed up Gavin.

After a few minutes, he shifted restlessly, glancing down at his tightening shorts. 'Ummm, so what..?' he trailed off.

'My darling,' she purred, 'I have a feeling you'll look as good in silk rope and blushing over every inch of that gorgeously pale skin as you did in leather last night. Or covered in wax. Which I'll then flog off. Would you like that? The heat, the sting, the pain?'

Gavin moaned, his eyes losing focus. He took a few seconds to gather himself, breathing deeply. 'Oh fuck, I nearly came in my shorts.'

'Hence us needing a trip to the shop. You need some discipline. You both do.' She focussed her attention on Adam. 'I left lube and a plug in the bathroom, it's small enough for you to insert yourself before we leave, we'll need to stretch you out for later.'

It was Adam's turn to shift awkwardly in his seat. 

'You have half an hour to do the washing up, complete your checklists and get dressed. I'll see you by the front door.'

***

She pulled her long boots back on, this time pairing them with a leather skirt and long sleeved black top with a keyhole cutout showing her cleavage. No knickers, they would just get wet. The buzz of arousal hadn't left her body all morning, and she enjoyed the added feeling of the leather encasing, hugging and highlighting her toned curves. Over the top, she wore a long, black leather duster coat. Her hair she swept up in a tight ponytail, not a strand loose. Her make-up dramatically highlighted her eyes and cheekbones, leaving her lips pink and glossy. She wanted to be able to kiss her boys without leaving a trail of red.

The Tube station was a short walk from her apartment, a walk Adam seemed to enjoy. She noticed women trying to catch the attention of her boys, but they only had eyes for her, the diminutive woman dressed all in black but with a commanding presence, surrounded by the two muscular men in tight jeans and jackets covering the Harford logos on their T-shirts. On the Tube, they stood protectively either side of her and swayed together as they travelled towards their destination.

***

The only sign outside the opaque-glass-fronted shop was small and discreet. The bell rang as Lindsay pushed the door open, with the boys following her. She could hear them breathing heavily behind her as she surveyed the floor. Shelves of clothes, lotions, potions, and a stairway down to the basement. 

To their left, by the door, a curvy, black-haired, red PVC-clad woman perched on a stool looked up and smiled. She took in Lindsay's outfit and the two muscular men stood uncomfortably behind her and purred, 'Hellooooo!'

Lindsay smiled, 'I'm Ell. I called ahead and spoke to Sandy, I need some essential equipment for training my boys.'

'They're both yours? Nice. I'm Davina, Sandy said you were coming. I'll take you downstairs while it's quiet.' Davina hopped off the stool, set an alarm on the door and trotted down the stairs. 'How long have you had them?' she called.

Lindsay followed her. 'Only a few hours. A loves anal, he's wearing a plug now. G is a pain slut but needs to learn control, I need a cage for him. Also collars, and some other kit. They're sportsmen so I can't mark them.'




Playing Power Games Ch. 02



'Shame, they would look fabulous with some whip marks and piercings,' commiserated Davina.

'I'm not going to rule out either yet, there's always the off-season to heal.'

There were a couple of gasps from behind her as they took in the basement. All manner of torture devices including wooden racks, leather whips and shiny metal toys were lined up on shelves on the black walls and in glass display cabinets. 

Davina led them over to a secluded corner containing a red, plush couch with a thick padded mat in front of it. 'You can use this area, pull the curtain closed if anyone else comes downstairs.'

'Excellent. G, come here and kneel in front of me, torso bare and hands behind your back,' ordered Lindsay. 

The redhead hurried over and threw himself to his knees on the mat, pulling off his jacket and T-shirt in one movement. 

'Wow, he's keen.' Davina picked up a measuring tape and fed it around Gavin's neck. 'How thick do you want the collar?' She opened a nearby drawer, and brought out a selection

'Only a training-slash-play one for now. I haven't explained the significance of collars to them yet, they're very new.' Lindsay chose a piece of leather and strapped it around his neck. 'Does this come with a chain and nipple clamps?'

'Yep, here. These ones are really secure, they won't come off unless you tug really hard.'

'Good. The ones I used last night weren't tenacious enough.'

Gavin's breath sped up when Lindsay attached the chain to the ring on his collar, and opened the clamps. She teased both nipples, pulling them out, pinching them and when she was happy with the way they projected from his chest, attached the clamps.

Gavin arched and began panting, his eyes losing focus.

'You can tighten them, loosen them, and add weights. There are cuffs too.'

Gavin shivered. 

Davina passed them over. 'Yeah, you can fasten his arms behind him, in front of him, to his collar or to anything you want.'

'G, wrists out.' The padded leather buckled on smoothly around his wrists and Lindsay began experimenting with different positions in which his arms were secure. 

'Mistress?' whispered a panting Gavin.

'Yes, G?'

'I'm sorry, I'm really close to coming already. This is too much for me.'

She cradled his face. 'Hold on for me please, I'll let you come soon.' She turned back to Davina. 'I'm happy with those. Next, we need a cock cage, but he'll have to come first. Can you find me an o-ring gag and pull the curtain closed please?' In response to Davina's suddenly sulky face, she added, 'You can entertain Adam, he's the anal slut. Please gag him and show him the pegging harnesses.'

Davina's face cleared and she grinned. 'It'll be a pleasure.'

Once behind the curtain, Lindsay pulled up her skirt and used Gavin's leash to pull his face into her groin. 'Lick me until I'm clean.'

He groaned and began licking at the fluid already dripping out of her. Lindsay shivered with pleasure. 'Good boy.' 

His tongue cleaned her up and began to burrow inside. She was on the verge of coming, but, with nerves of steel, held the waves back and pushed him away. Gavin's eyes were glazed and his chest was heaving.

The doorbell rang. 'A, join me while Mistress D serves her other customers.' The curtain rings rattle and he stood behind her. 'Pull your trousers down, squeeze my breasts and rub yourself against me.'

She could feel his erect cock against her arse, making her feel empty. She released him and off a nearby shelf, she grabbed a condom, tore the packet open and rolled it onto him. 'Push yourself inside me, slowly. 

With her heels on and with Adam bending his knees slightly, he pushed inside her at the same time. He stretched her, his hard, hot cock filling her up. Between her two men, she huffed heavily, trying to resist the urgent urge to come. It was a tight squeeze for Adam and he felt so good. 

After a few more thrusts, she stilled, covered her mouth with one hand and mashed Gavin's head to her with the other. Lightning flashed through her body and she bit her lip as her legs weakened, just stopping from coming.

'Good boys,' she pushed Gavin's head away and enjoyed Adam inside her for a few more seconds before pushing him away too.

She could hear Adam grunting from behind the gag. She turned to see him standing, fists clenched by his side and looking down at his angry, purple-headed cock, swivelling his hips slightly as if searching for her.

'Soon, my lovely boy, soon. Kneel now, hold your elbows behind your back.'

He groaned but did what she said and she turned her attention back to Gavin, who was licking his face. She bent over, legs straight, and heard a quiet groan from behind while she unfastened Gavin's jeans. He was fully erect and weeping. It wouldn't take much for him to come, then his training would start.

Her hands went to his nipples and she began tugging the chain between them.

She passed him a condom. 'Put this on and lie back, hands over your head holding the sofa legs.' He followed her instructions. 'You should be able to come now, when I sit on you.' She straddled him, and let his cock part her soaking lips. He speared up inside her and she had to hold back her orgasm. He dug into her pleasurably and she tightened around him, milking his cock. He hardened further inside her and thrust upwards. Oh. That was nice. She pulled his leash again, setting a rhythm going. He rocked into her, his hips quickening. One last pull and she released the clamps. He yelled at the pain shooting through his body and she felt him spurting inside her.

Her body clenched down around him but she held back her orgasm, again. 

With shaky legs, she kissed his cheek and clambered off him. 'Good boy, wipe yourself down once the sensitivity passes then kneel, hands behind your back.'

Back to Adam. 'Lick me clean. Don't make me come otherwise you'll regret it.' She was soaked but he set to work.

She felt so swollen between her legs, it was like she had her own mini cock there. Adam licked carefully, swallowing down her juices and avoiding her clit until the last sweep. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the waves overtake her, and stepped away.

Lindsay pulled down her skirt just in time as Davina rejoined them. She took in Adam's hard cock and Gavin's soft one. 'Having fun?'

'Just about. We need to cage G while he's soft.'

Davina bent over and looked carefully over the redhead's groin. 'I have something which'll be perfect for him. One moment.' She disappeared and returned seconds later with a shiny piece of twisted metal and several rings. '

Lindsay took the device from her, tried the rings until she was happy with the fit of one around his cock and balls, and carefully squeezed Gavin's soft cock inside, closing and locking it around him snugly. Just in time too, as he began to swell again. 'Perfect,' she agreed. 'G, get dressed and take a seat. You are allowed to touch yourself, as much as you can,' she sniggered.

Gavin stood up off the mat, looking curiously at the device and the chains still hanging from his collar. He felt the collar, tugged at the leash and his eyes fluttered shut. His hands ran down his body to the silver apparatus attached to his cock. He tried tugging it but it didn't budge, his fingers wouldn't go inside. He winced as the metal refused to expand, and collapsed on the sofa with a half-smile of delight playing with the collar and nipple clamps.

Lindsay turned her attention to Adam. His cock was still erect, pointing towards her, and he was shifting his hips slightly. From his unfocussed eyes and the smile playing across his face, she realised he was in a world of his own, rubbing the base of the plug against a foot. 'Naughty boy.'

'He does push you a bit, doesn't he?' noted Davina.

Lindsay agreed, 'I like a challenge, and I suspect he could be a bit of a switch, which is fine by me. As much as I adore submission, sometimes you can't beat a hard cock hammering into you.'

'Where did you find these two?'

'Now, that would be telling. It made for an interesting Valentine's Day night though.' Luckily, Davina hadn't noticed the Harford logos on their T-shirts.

'Fair enough, what do you want for this one then? Another play collar?'

'Yep, slightly narrower in width, and a lockable anal harness with cock rings. A cock cage too. I want him tormented.'

Davina took a couple of measurements and disappeared again. She returned with a supple leather harness and a few dildos. 'I'm not sure about the cock cage, we won't be able to fit one if he stays erect, I'll give you-' The doorbell went again and she excused herself.

Lindsay looked at Adam and chose the bigger dildos, bigger than she had already back at her place. She had an erection problem, he needed to come so the cage could be fitted. 

She grabbed a smaller dildo and fed it through the ring into his mouth. He came around slightly at that. 'Adam, shush, I'm going to make you come. This will quench noise.'

He nodded.

'Kneel. Hands behind your back. Close your eyes.'

She gazed at the acquiescent body, what would make him come? A whipping was out, it would take too long, and she wanted to save the arse fucking for later. Which left ... she grinned and dipped out from behind the curtain to peruse another shelf. With a nod at a bemused Davina, she grabbed a box, tore the packaging off and returned to her kneeling subject.

He hadn't subsided at all in her absence, if anything his cock had continued to harden. As she slipped the batteries into the device, she knelt to the side of him. 'Any movement, including opening your eyes, will mean extra punishment later,' she whispered in his ear, and dabbed some lube on his twitching cock.

She held the black plastic disc near his cock, and flipped the switch as the latex sleeve slipped over his head. Adam yelped into the gag, released his hands and his eyes flew open. He realised his mistakes straightaway, let out a muffled groan between pants and resumed his position.

'That's three punishments at least, I don't think honour bondage is your strong point, unlike Gavin,' mused Lindsay. 

In the background, a fascinated Gavin choked back a laugh. Lindsay glowered at him and he quelled his amusement. 

It took only a handful of passes with the toy for Adam to be shaking, his body clenched. Every now and again, his body would jolt, and Lindsay whispered the number of his sins at him. As he reached his peak, with her free hand, she grabbed the base of his butt plug, twisted it around and smacked his arse. 

Adam yelled into the gag, his hands whitened as his body locked in place and he jetted onto the mat.

Once his breathing calmed and his body began relaxing, she removed the gag. 'Time for your caging, I think.'

It took only a few minutes for Lindsay to restrain her subject, also trying out the anal harness. She gazed at the two of them, 

'Boys, I've put collars on you, they are for play and not true collars. You can remove them before we leave, it is currently your decision whether to wear them or not. In the future, it may not be. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'OK, get dressed now.' While the two recovered and continued exploring their devices, she went upstairs to pay.

Davina shook her head in wonder as she added the items up. 'I'd offer to lend you a hand, but you seem to have everything under control. Are you sure you've only had them since last night? They're naturals, especially G.'

'He's wonderful, isn't he? So brave; he approached me when I was leaving with A, and he's taken to submission like a duck to water.'

'I would love to see you perform with them, will you be scening in any of the clubs?'

'Maybe in a few weeks, I'll let Sandy know. The boys need outfits.'

'I have a friend at a place around the corner, he'll sort you out today if you're serious.'

'Sounds like a plan, just the basics for now though.' Lindsay took the details Davina offered with her receipt. 

'Boys, time to go,' she called down to the basement.

The two slowly mounted the stairs, Adam walking gingerly. Their training collars were visible above their jackets, and Lindsay smiled with pride. 'Good boys,' she murmured.

With a wave to Davina, she directed them down the street and to their next port of call, with a similarly anonymous entrance. 

This time a slim, dark male answered the door, his eyes sweeping approvingly over the trio. 'Well, well, I'm delighted to meet you three. Come on in. I'm Raymond, call me Ray.'

As they stepped over the threshold, the heady scent of leather enveloped them, emanating from the articles lined up on rails in the tiny room. Most everything was black, contrasting against the soft grey walls, although there were the odd splashed of lighter brown, blues and reds.

'So, what are you after?' 

'Just the basics for my boys for now: trousers, a couple of mesh tops and some masks.' 

'Hmmm, come on then, let the dog see the rabbits.' He gestured for Gavin and Adam to come forward, and circled them briefly. 'Fabulous. It's always easier when they're fit. The changing room is in the corner, go and strip off. I'll bring the garments over.' He waved them away, and started rummaging in a couple of the racks, mounding garments near the changing room door. 'Mistress Davina called ahead, Mistress Ell, she said you had some new boys to kit out.'

'Please, call me Ell.'

Ray's eyes rounded and he halted his swift movements. 'No, no, I can't do that, my Master would be most displeased. I'm his, twenty-four-seven, and he insists I always accord proper respect. He looks after me so well, and I'm ecstatic to be his.' He shivered with pleasure. 'Without him, I'd be stuck in a sweatshop somewhere, having never had the opportunity to design by myself.' He twirled around, grinning and waving beatifically at his creations.

Lindsay nodded in understanding; it was a long time since she had come across a true slave relationship and had forgotten how deeply some lived. It appeared Raymond had found someone ideal for him, who would ensure he submitted but also gave him a measure of independence.

'They're new but you have them collared already?'

'I haven't begun training yet, those are for play and to acclimatise them to the feeling. I gave them the removal option after fitting, but they seem very happy to keep them on. I haven't explained the full significance yet.'

'The day I received my collar was the most wonderful day of my life.' Ray sighed and touched the thick black leather around his neck. 'Were you looking for something for yourself, Mistress Ell? I have the perfect dress for you.'

Her curiosity had been spiked by the beautifully designed clothes she saw, and before she knew it, she had stripped down and was pulling on a soft black suede and gauze dress, short but covering her whole upper body. It was slightly softer than her normal Domme look, and revealing of her slight curves, however the high collar confirmed her status.

A wolf whistle came from the entry to the changing room. She looked over and had to prevent her own jaw dropping open. Two masked men stood there, their muscular chests fully highlighted in their mesh tops, leather hugging their legs and necks.

'Oh my,' exclaimed Ray, fluttering at his blushing face. 'It's a good thing Master and his friends aren't here, you boys would be giving them wet dreams for weeks!'

Lindsay signalled for them to turn around, and she nodded in hearty approval of the rear view, snug leather over their buttocks. 'We'll take all that. And this dress.'

'And some...lighter gear? I'll do you a good discount,' pleaded Ray with a winsome smile and gesturing at a smaller display. 'D said you already had one harness, I have the rest of the range here.'

'D?' 

Ray blushed defensively. 'OK, we're good friends and using the honorific is a bit awkward all the time.'

'It's fine, I'm just winding you up,' she soothed.

Ray's shoulders relaxed while she had a glance at his other offerings, sent some to the changing room and enjoyed the view of them being tried on while Ray took measurements for the items that needed tailoring. 

'When you are thinking of collaring them, you will be in touch, won't you?'

'Of course, I'll need something special.' Lindsay had to practically drag the boys away after they got distracted by the full-length leather duster coats and started pretending they were in the Matrix. All that was missing were the dark glasses and guns.  

They attracted some attention at the Soho cafe where they stopped for lunch. Although back in normal gear, both boys kept their collars on and visible as they sprawled across the chairs, eyes focussed on Lindsay. She stared back at them, obviously planning the afternoon's events, a predatory smile lighting her face. Adam and Gavin squirmed in their seats, Adam's eyes crossing every now and again as the plug made its presence felt. 

By the time they returned to her flat, both boys were breathing heavily, their eyes beginning to glaze. As soon as they stepped over the threshold, Lindsay commanded them to strip, and they practically tore their clothes off. 

***

Please vote & comment. Chapter 03 to follow.

Txxx



Playing Power Games Ch. 03



As promised, here is the third chapter. As per my normal warnings, it's in UK English and contains adventures of a Domme and her two boys. Please press 'back' forthwith if that ain't your thing.

Any mistakes are my own.

Txxx

***

She gazed at the two freshly showered and naked men on their knees in front of her. Naked apart from their collars, cock cages, Gavin's cuffs and Adam's harness. 

She had supervised their showers, and assisted in helping trim short the hair around their cocks and balls and elsewhere. Around their arses, she had used strip wax to remove the hair, otherwise it would catch when using some toys. Gavin was willing to take everything off, but she had concluded that it would raise too many awkward questions in the club showers, and he wouldn't be ready for that. 

Once they had entered the gym, Lindsay explained that she would be teaching them the basics of being a submissive, how to stand with arms behind their back or on their heads for inspection, to kneel, sit and lie on the floor, and walk. With cane in hand, she walked around, correcting them. Form was exceedingly important, indolence could not be tolerated and it was best to lay down the law at the beginning.

At first they watched her, dressed solely in a short, black silky slip and high heels. She had decided against a schoolmarm outfit, wanting them to obey her, despite what she was wearing. Plus she knew anything expensive would be ruined by what she had planned.

After some training, their heads were bowed with their eyes focussed on the floor, backs straight, and arms folded behind. 'Whenever you enter for a scene, this is the position you must adopt. You will be punished if you do not. Do you understand?' 

'Yes, Mistress,' they chorused.

'You are currently wearing collars that you chose to keep on. These are for play; they are not true submissive collars. These collars will also afford you some degree of protection should I take you to a BDSM club as my submissives, as no other Master or Mistress would be permitted to approach you. Again, it would be your choice whether to wear it or not. I only ask that you respect the collar - if you are wearing it, I am your Mistress. Do you understand?

'Yes, Mistress.'

'I will only award your true collar once I consider you fully trained. Part of your training will be for you to research yourself what an honour that might be, and if you wish to accept it.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good boys. Now, whenever you enter this room or any other for a scene, you must either be already wearing the collar, or present it to me to put on, kneeling, as you are now. Any questions?'

She wasn't surprised when it was Gavin who spoke. 'Mistress, how long will it take to become ... fully trained?'

'A minimum of six months, however it could be years, or never.' She had a gut feeling it wouldn't take long with him; as Davina had said, he was a natural. She was afraid for Gavin, he was so obliging that she suspected a less-careful Domme could easily abuse him, force him to become a pet or property without him recognising how much power a true submissive should hold. As she had brought him into the world of kink, she had a duty to ensure he was able to cope, that they both could, if she ever let them go. 'I'll be giving you homework, so you know what to expect, and guidance on what hard limits you should be setting, and what I won't do.'

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'On to your cock cages, I want you to wear them as often as possible.' She reached into a bag she had picked up earlier, and pulled out some black plastic cable ties with numbered tags on. 'As you'll need to remove them for training, we will use these. However, the more you have them on, the more you will be rewarded when you come here. You must send me a photo with the cage on, and if I don't see you, tell me when you've taken it off. 

'Mistress?' This time it was Adam speaking up. 'I know the cock cage stops me getting a full erection, but what is its actual purpose in training?'

Very good question, she bent over to answer it, her cleavage in his face. 'I do not want you masturbating without me there. This cock is mine, I control it. Because it is mine, I want it ready when I want, and for it to give you and me the best of orgasms. Wearing the cage outside of this room will remind you of me, of your submission. All you will be able to think about is sex but you won't be able to fulfil yourself. In the future, you will need to get erections on command for me to use whenever I desire, it will help teach you that control.'

Adam visibly swallowed, she glanced down to see his cock bulging in its cage. Gavin's was the same. She took a moment to admire them, felt the slickness between her thighs increase. 'A, lift your head and stick your tongue out. Pleasure me.'

The touch of his tongue between her legs made her gush even more. The orgasm she had denied herself earlier threatened. With iron control, she pulled away, the slip dropping back down to barely cover her. 

Adam met her eyes and she shook her head. 'Naughty boy, eyes should be down. Just for that, I'll start on torturing Gavin first, then fucking you.' She grinned, 'A, while I'm working on G, you need to administer an anal douche to yourself. Instructions and...implements are in the bathroom. Then you need to insert as big a butt plug as you can manage before joining us. You are not permitted to touch yourself, so do not worry if you can't open yourself as wide. Experiment but do not hurt yourself. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

She flicked a hand towards the door. He stood, bowed as trained, and walked out of the room. She nodded, impressed that he'd picked it up so quickly. 

Her attention turned to Gavin and she lifted his chin so she could look him in the eyes. 'Now, I promised you rope or wax play earlier.' Gavin's eyes briefly darted to the candles around the room, and a pile of soft, red rope in the corner. 'Yep, I chose a combination of the two. Come with me.'

He stood carefully and followed her as they walked around the gym. 

She showed him some creamy-white candles. 'These are paraffin, uncoloured. Paraffin has a lower melting point than most other wax, and uncoloured holds less heat, so we will start with those. Your skin is so delicate, I don't want to burn you. I do have some jar candles for once I've warmed you up, but I may not use them.'

She could see the excitement building in his eyes and in his shortened breaths.

'First however, I will restrain you.' She took him over to the frame she had used the previous night. 'I will take the cage off but you have to wear something instead. I don't like to see an erection going to waste.' She showed him the cock ring device Adam had used the previous night, and she had cleaned since. 

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Take your cage off. Here is the key.' She placed it on the ground in front of him. 

He fumbled with the cage, carefully unlocking and sighing as his cock was allowed to fill with blood.

'As I said before, in the future, I want you to start controlling your erections, you need to get hard on my command.'

'Mistress, I'm always hard for you. Since I saw you in that outfit with the whip in hand.' 

She cupped his chin and his clear eyes stared unblinkingly back at her. She loved his honesty. 'Stay kneeling and put the cock ring on yourself.' 

He groaned, gazing down at his reddened cock in panic. 'I'll come!' he whined.

She lifted his chin with one finger and forced him to stare into her eyes. 'No. You. Won't.'

He nodded and took better control of himself. 'Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.'

'Good boy. It's a tight fit but I'm sure you'll manage. Here's some lube to help.'

With shaking hands, he took the rings and lube from her. Panting, he squirted lube on and squeezed himself. The large ring went on smoothly, but he yelped as he shoved his balls through to hold it in place. 

'Good boy. Now the other rings.' Even the small one.

Gulping for breath, one by one, he fed the rings over his cock and secured them. Once done without coming, he relaxed his shoulders and breathed deeply. If anything, he seemed to swell further into the device. 'This will stop me from coming straightaway.' He grinned, 'It hurts like fuck, but I love it. Thank you, Mistress.'

'Inspection.'

He placed his hands on his head and stood, so she didn't have to bend down. She walked around him, admiring the pale skin, the grooming she had directed which had only served to highlight his bulging muscles, the collar around his neck, the flush on his face and chest, and of course, the restricted cock. 

'Good boy.' She felt incredibly wet and swollen between her legs, arousal from having him at her command plus the earlier orgasms she had denied herself.

'Time to tie you up.'

He juddered. He actually juddered with anticipation.

His cuffed wrists were secured behind his back, his ankles wide with a spreader bar. She circled him, and tapped her lips. 

Going to the cupboard, she pulled out several items and lay them on the bench in front of him. 

His eyes bulged. 'What...what are those for?'

'Oh G, you have disappointed me. You will see, or rather feel what these are for. And you neglected to address me as instructed.' She picked up the flogger and gave him two swift whacks to the buttocks. 'That means I will have to gag you.' She returned to the cupboard and pulled out a ball gag and bell, also placing them on the bench. 

As she looped a length of rope over his head, Adam re-entered the room, cautiously bowing and kneeling. 

'Come here, A, you can help me with this.'

With Adam's taller reach, she attached a chain to his collar and the top of the frame, so Gavin stretched up tall. Not quite on his toes; she wanted him to be stable, not straining. 

Then she picked up the rope ends. 'Rope play is also known as "Shibari" - the art of erotic bondage. Yes, the ropes are used to restrain, but they can also impart euphoria, especially where knots are situated on pressure points. G, you must let me know if you have any tingling or pain, understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' His eyes were already beginning to glaze over.

'Once you are gagged, I will give you a bell to hold. Also, wiggle your toes if you are uncomfortable. Adam, kneel and please watch me and watch for his toes moving. '

'Yes, Mistress.'

She began knotting the rope, watching his eyes. She wrapped it around his chest, around his biceps, securing his arms to his side. Every so often, she would ask him to struggle, and was satisfied when his movements became more and more restricted. Not that he struggled too much, his constant shivers of delight and swallowed moans established that he was enjoying the experience. 

She moved to below his waist, and tied knots which pressed between his legs, securing the ends. He gasped as she tugged to check it wasn't too tight. Returning to the bench, she picked up a couple of the mystery objects. 'I saw these earlier and thought of you.'

They were little rubber suckers. Tucking them in her cleavage, she walked up to him and began playing with his nipples. Once they were erect, she retrieved the suckers and fastened them to him.

His back arched. 'Do you know what these will do? They will bring blood to the surface, making you even more sensitive. Does that sound like fun?'

Gavin couldn't answer, letting out a groan.

'If you can't speak, you must want me to gag you.' She fastened the gag around his head and gave him the bell. She slung another loop of rope over her shoulder and picked up the next implements, a metal hook and lube.

His eyes bulged.

In front of his eyes, she lubed the ball on the end of the hook. 'Guess where this goes?' As his breath shortened, she went behind him and ran a finger down his spine. 'Remember what to do?'

The ball slipped easily inside him, and she secured the hook in place with the rope around his chest so he was forced to stand bolt upright. The remaining ends she held as she tested the suckers. He yelped through the gag as she removed them, then bound around his chest, imprisoning the sensitised nipples between the coils of rope.

Then she picked up a flogger. As per the previous night, she used a figure of eight pattern on the exposed parts of his buttocks and thighs, quickly reddening them. She followed with some gentler hits on his swollen nipples. She ran the strands up and down his cock.

'Another time, I will totally bind your cock with rope. I will suspend you, and not let you come for hours. For now...' She passed a finger down his ringed cock and began taking the metal off. 'For now, I will remove this and only bind you with a few loops.'

He began trying to speak, shaking his head slightly, his eyes wild. 

'Ssssshhhhh.' She unbuckled the gag. 'Are you OK?'

He mewled, 'Mistress, I'll come if you take that off.'

'You will hold on, as I will not touch you again.' She grasped his hair, forcing him to stare her in the eyes. He began to relax, and she continued staring at him. 'Remember, you are serving me.' She gave him some water to drink. 'Once I have secured you, I will gag you again, OK? For now...' She reached between her legs, cupped some of the juices dripping out of her, and mashed them in his face.

The rings came off, and he held on, his entire body straining not to come. Once calmed slightly, she wrapped the last loops of rope around his cock and balls. Then the gag went back in, with the addition of more from between her legs. As a last touch, she clamped his nipples.

She stepped back, and admired him, circling around. The multiple twists and knots, the shiny metal hook disappearing between his reddened buttocks, the contrast of pale skin against black leather or scarlet coils of rope. Perfection. 'What do you think, A?' she asked.

There was no response, so she turned to see Adam kneeling, his eyes glazed like in a trance.

'Adam?'

She waited patiently as he took a while to come back to himself. 'I'm sorry, I was listening to you and imagining I was Gavin and I seemed to float away.'

Interesting, those were the symptoms of a form of subspace. She cupped his chin. 'Would you like that done to you? Being tied up while I fuck you?'

'Yes please, Mistress.' His eyes fluttered shut. 'I can smell you. It's intoxicating.'

She forced his head between her legs to lick her and whispered, 'It's your turn now.'

He didn't resist as she moved him over to a padded bench, laid him on his back, cuffed his hands to the bench legs and elevated his legs, also cuffing them apart. It meant his arse was completely exposed to her, at her height, ideal for the pegging she had planned.

She stroked the exterior of the cock cage then tapped the end of the butt plug. 'Tell me about inserting this.'

The shocks going through him forced him back. 'It's not the biggest, but I obeyed you; I didn't touch or hurt myself.'

She had purposely not left the largest plugs out, but was still impressed with the size he managed. 'Good boy.' Dropping a kiss on his lips, she went to the cupboard and took down some leather straps, stepping into the harness, and attaching a large blue dildo to the front. She strode back towards her victim with several other dildos in her hands, and bottle of lube which she used to cover the dildo she was wearing.

Adam had been watching her every move, and looked slightly panicked. He wriggled on the bench but was unable to get away.

'Calm, shush,' she soothed him. 'You've had bigger.' She took a hold of the plug inside him and began twisting it, pushing it in, tapping it. 

His eyes crossed and he began panting.

'Bear down, I'm pulling it out,' she warned. The plug came out without too much effort. Then she started pressing the strap-on inside. 'Look at me.'

It slid smoothly and Adam groaned, his eyes dilating, then she pushed again and he yelped. 

'Too much?'

'No, again please, Mistress,' he begged. 

She withdrew. 'You do not tell me what to do.' She thrust further inside and his eyes crossed. 'But I may do it anyway.'

'Sorry, Mistress.' 

She began a slow rhythm, easing in and out of him, as he writhed as much as the bondage allowed. 

She stopped. 'A, you must understand one thing.'

With difficulty, he focussed on her. 'Yes, Mistress?'

'Your punishments will be staying caged until I consider you have suffered enough. Then I will release you, and if you come, the next time you visit, you will not be allowed to come. At all. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

She thrust. 'Repeat that for me, in your own words.'

'If I come today, I can't come next time,' he whimpered.

'I will cage you, tie you up and plug you. You will have to watch while Gavin comes. Then you will go home, with the cage still on and without the plug.' She was quite satisfied with her plan, for the challenges he'd managed that day. Even if he removed the cage as soon as he got home, the orgasm wouldn't be the same as what she could give him, and the lack of a beloved plug would torment him more. 'If you don't show up, you won't be welcome here again.'

'I promise I will take my punishment.'

'Good boy. Stay as still as you can.' She began a slow rhythm, easing in and out of him. He yelped, but held himself, muscles shaking. The rhythm quickened with his breathing, until she was sliding with very little resistance.

It was time for something bigger. She eased back out of him, swiftly wiped off that dildo and replaced it with another, bigger implement, with plenty more lube. This time, she eased into him even slower, taking it slowly as he alternately gasped and strained and relaxed. 

'You can do it,' she placated him. The width was less than the previous night's giant, but he was unused to the sheer bulk not narrowing. With incremental thrusts, she buried it in him, seated, crotch to crotch.

She knew some men lost their erections when penetrated, but this wasn't the case for Adam, he was still bulging in the cage. It was time to release him. She unlocked the cage, and let his cock free. 

It swelled to full hardness within seconds, and he groaned with relief. 'Thankyouthankyouthankyou.'

'You won't be thanking me in a few moments.'

Her hips hammered into him, his groans turned into yells, into him squirming beneath her, first to get away then to take every inch of the strapon. She loved the power of dominating him, turning him into a hollering, sweating wreck. He was frantically holding back his orgasm, which only prolonged his erotic torture. 

Then she began twisting her hips, changing the angle and lightly flicking his engorged, dripping cock. He roared, every sinew of his body locked up, and he spurted. She milked it more as he continued coming, creating pools on his sweating body. The continued movement prolonged the shivers of pleasure, until she slowed. 

The strapon slid smoothly out of him, and she replaced it with a smaller plug, just for him to have something inside. He groaned. She wriggled out of the harness, discarding it with the other used items, and undid his bondage. He lay on the bench semi-comatose, as she rubbed his come into his body.

The extra physical contact seemed to bring him around after a few minutes. 'Fucking hell, Lindsay. I didn't think I would stop coming, you nearly broke me.'

Her hands stopped, and she cast him a bemused look. 'Oh dear, A, you don't make it easy for yourself.'

He realised what he'd called her and where. 'I'm sorry, Mistress.' He tried to move off the bench, to get down on his knees, but his legs gave way. 

'Shhhh, don't worry about it. For now.'

Once she was happy he was beginning to recover, and she had wrapped a blanket around him, she turned her attention back to the bound redhead. 

If Adam had been floating in and out of subspace earlier, Gavin was all the way there. Out of concern that he may forget his safe actions when so far away, she removed the gag and stroked him gently until he came around slightly. 




Playing Power Games Ch. 03



'Ready for a whipping and a bit of wax? 

He smiled beatifically, gazing at her with total adoration. 'Anything you desire, Mistress.'

Fuck, she was wet and swollen. Totally controlling Adam by testing his willpower against her own, forcing him to come then smoothing his own fluids over his body so he knew she was in charge, all of it had given Lindsay her own Domme high. 

She would have liked one of them to lick her again, but that would have triggered the monster orgasm she suspected was brewing within her body. So instead, she plied a paddle on Gavin's willing arse cheeks, returning them to a rosy red. She pinkened his legs, his back, his chest then picked up a smaller whip and landed some light strokes between his legs.

When his balance began wavering, it was time to bring him down. Leaving his arms secured, she freed his legs and unhooked him, removing the ball of metal and guiding him over to the sheet she'd laid on the ground. 

He panted through the gag when his sensitised rear made contact and she laughed as she imprisoned his legs apart. 'That's going to make you squirm a bit.' Then she loosened his arms so he could lie back. Loops of rope kept his knees wide, and she picked up a small plug. 'Just a little one, to keep you on edge.'

His cock didn't need the help of the couple of loops of rope, to stand upright, more than ready for her. She was more than ready for him also, stripping the light slip off over her head.

Straddling him, she sank down so that he was almost inside her, rubbing against her. They both groaned. She heard Adam gasp at the sight. 

The candles had been melting all that time. She picked up one in each hand, and poured. He panted. 'Your skin is hypersensitive, isn't it?' she purred, smoothing more and more wax over his chest. 

Every time Gavin spaced out again as she continued to paint him, she lowered herself onto him, bringing him around. Her movements forced his cock into her, stretched her and she barely held back from coming. Finally, she sat on him, his hardness fully within and a knot of rope rubbing her clit. She mewled, both at the sensations wracking her body and the sight of the man at her mercy. 

It was time.

She set the candles down, ran her hands up his chest and unclamped his nipples. As he arched at the twin pains, she grabbed more candles and poured more wax over his chest. He screamed into the gag, and she felt him begin coming. She rammed herself onto him, the knot doing its job on her.

Oh fuck. She was going to come. And it was going to be a big one. A massive one. 'Oh fuck,' she panted. 'Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuck.' 

She felt him spurt and that was the last straw. Hours of holding back burst through her restraint.

Her back arched and she screamed for forever as the tsunami of pleasure battered her. She felt herself gush between her legs, and her vision filled with white light.

***

Lindsay came to slowly, still lying on top of Gavin, cradled in his arms with a blanket wrapped around. Adam must have undone them, as she had requested, fearing that she may be out of action herself. He lay with them on the waxy sheet. Minutes that could have been hours passed.

Gavin twitched slightly.

'You OK, man? You were pretty out of it.' asked Adam in a low voice.

The redhead muttered, 'Feeling better now. Thanks f'release...blankets.'

A few more minutes passed, she felt Adam leave their side.

'She hadn't come all day, she'd held back, her control must be like iron.'

Gavin's voice was still slurred slightly. 'Felt like iron...when she came, like cock...squeezed to death.'

'It was the sexiest, most mind-blowing thing I've ever, ever seen. I almost came again just watching.'

'Speaking o'which,' Gavin groaned and she felt him twitch inside her. 'Was pretty hot to see her go at you. How's...arse?'

'Slightly sore but in a fantastically good way. That blew my mind.' She felt a finger running down her cheek. 'Do you think she's OK?'

Lindsay murmured and stretched. 'Mmmm, I'm fine, just coming around. I think the hot tub is calling. Can one of you carry me please?'

'I will,' offered Adam. He hoisted her carefully into his arms.

Gavin groaned as she left his body. 'Come back for me please. I have a feeling my legs won't work either.'

***

They sat in the hot tub again, gratifyingly fulfilled. Gavin had peeled off the remaining wax, a more cogent Lindsay had directed him to the oil and they had showered anything else off, rehydrated, and, naughtily, cracked open a bottle of cava.

'So, what got you into being a Mistress?' asked Gavin as he sipped from his glass.

Lindsay took her time to answer. 'I've always tended to want control during sex. I went out with a mature student at uni, and we started playing games of topping and bottoming. It was some of what we wanted so we pushed it further, but it was only when we started going to clubs that my eyes were opened to what we were doing. We were just playing games before, then we learnt about power transfer, about domination and submission, and discovered the reason we weren't a good fit - we were both dominant. So we stayed friends but played with others.'

'Lindsay, are you saying you've been...submissive?' Adam was gobsmacked.

She laughed, 'I've played a submissive, or bottom role, yes. Why is that so surprising? I think it's the best way to learn what a submissive experiences. As we were both younger than the normal beginners, we were taken under the wings of some of the more experienced and taught the basics. Like I'm teaching you.'

'You changed.' Gavin frowned.

'Changed what?'

'You were harsher to begin with, but you haven't called me "Boy G" today.'

Adam nodded, 'Nor called me "Boy A". It's been A and G, or our names.'

They were sharp. 'I changed my mind, when I knew this wasn't a one-off novelty for either of you. In public and during a scene, it will usually be the initials. That is for your protection, to obscure your identity to others. Regarding the "Boy" thing, you are my boys, but you don't need the extra title. Clear?'

The next question was from Adam. 'Have you...have you had many "boys"?'

'You're my first in that dungeon.' 

'Really?'

'Really. I've not been living in London long, and my last place didn't have space. I did share a dungeon up in Edinburgh, I bought many of the toys then. When I came to London, I was planning on going straight, forgetting about the kink. I even went on a few straight dates that Sarah organised.' She laughed drily.

'They didn't work out?'

'You could say that. Nice men, but I couldn't keep the kink down. So I started clubbing again. I've never been involved anyone long term though, just temporary play partners. Most true, male submissives don't realise that side of them until they're much older, and the age difference always felt weird to me. And others aren't truly willing to submit, to give over control. They just want a service top, someone who'll spank and whip them, even tie them up, just to their orders and for their pleasure.'

Gavin cleared his throat. 'I was expecting you to tell us to grovel, lick your boots clean or something like that.'

'I'm not that kind of Domme; I'm not a Bitch. I don't want to humiliate you, that doesn't interest me. I don't want to crush your spirit; when you submit to my control, it is essential for me that you are here of your own free will. I'm not interested in having a slave cooking my every meal, although I'd love for you to do the washing-up and clean up after yourselves, including the toys we use. I'll have sex with you - many Dommes don't, some don't even allow their subs to orgasm.'

The looks of horror on both of the boys' faces made her laugh. 

'The subs like it that way though. Mostly. Unless their spirits have been crushed and they are slaves instead.'

Gavin gulped, 'That sounds...dangerous.'

'It can be. That's why, if you want to continue, I'll insist you educate yourselves to spot the warning signs. Now, who's going to massage me?'

Adam took the glass out of her hand and placed it with his and Gavin's outside the tub. 

Gavin ran a hand up her leg. 'We both will.' He grinned wickedly. 

As she sat between his legs, Adam began massaging her shoulders and back, his hands dropping around to cup her breasts every now and again. Gavin took her legs, working up and down the smooth muscle.

After any possible knots had been worked out, Adam rumbled, 'Gav, shall we?' 

Lindsay couldn't see the gesture Adam made to accompany his words, but they conspired in unison to turn her relaxed body over.

Adam whispered, 'We'll reduce you to jelly, like you did to us.' 

Gavin lifted her hips out of the water, kept her thighs apart and buried his face between them. Lindsay cooed. She was still slightly swollen between her legs from earlier, and Gavin's insistent tongue only served to reignite her arousal. 

Adam continued to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples, and began kissing her. 

As waves began to build up in her body yet again, she wrapped an arm around Adam's neck, her other hand going to hold Gavin's head to her. 'Good boys,' she murmured. 'Very good boys.'

***

The following night, another glass of wine in hand, Lindsay sprawled her satiated body across her sofa. She had waved goodbye to the boys that morning and been sandwiched again, but for a hug that time. They hadn't come again after reducing her to the jelly they'd promised the previous night - they hadn't suggested it, plus she had decided it was better to leave them slightly in need before locking them up. 

Just thinking of their lovely cocks in their cages increased the warmth between her legs as she looked at the checklists the boys had completed. Their interests seemed to complement hers, although it was clear from the proliferation of questions marks that they weren't exactly clear on what some items entailed. She switched her laptop on, and shortly after a couple of pings announced the arrival of new emails. 

Despite her emphasising for them to take their time over the more-detailed forms, and to research their answers, they had already completed them. However, it didn't look like either of the boys had rushed through the sections, there were also plenty of comments added.

She merged the three lists into one for comparison, and was gratified to see their answers still coincided with what she would like to do with them. There was a slight preference for pain with Gavin as there was for anal with Adam, and she thought reversing her handling of them would be an interesting session. Would Adam like being cropped as much as Gavin, and would the redhead come as explosively from anal penetration without pain? Even the thought gave her pleasant shivers.

Carrying on past the BDSM categories into other areas of kink, her heart leapt when she saw that they had also cautiously marked two areas as of special interest:

Menage - MFM

and

Menage - MMF.

***

Note to readers: I intended on uploading this chapter with an epilogue. However, I'd like to see how this goes down first.

Votes & comments all highly appreciated, and will make this writer happy.

Txxx



Playing Power Games Ch. 04



Rather quiet reception for the last two chapters, so I guess it's time to bring this to a close..?

Thanks to all my readers/voters/commenters.

(I nearly stuck this in 'Romance' instead, btw.)

Txxx

***

'How's it going with your boys? Are they behaving?'

A few weeks later, Lindsay was sitting with Sarah watching Harford Park play. Adam and Gavin were both on the pitch, sweaty and muddy, and she was enjoying the sight.

'They're testing me, but I'm testing them back.' The previous Sunday, she had kept them caged and naked, servicing her more than once. She had tormented Adam with a butt plug, had him begging for relief as she came several times. Gavin had been tightly bound in silk ropes again, in a world of his own. She had eventually allowed both of them to come, and had taken pride and further orgasms for herself as their bodies were wracked with shudders. 

'I must admit, I've never seen them so happy. Gavin's always been a bit unsure of himself, a bit restless, now he has this inner peace I'm quite in awe of.'

'He's one of the bravest people I know.' She was honoured by the trust he placed in her.

'And Adam? His confidence has blossomed. Tom says he's talking part in more team discussions.'

'We've been working on that.' Adam had been a bit trickier. Lindsay knew he was a switch, so his training had to balance out his submissive instincts with his need to occasionally dominate. Learning the differences in both roles had somehow transferred well into everyday life, with him increasingly able to identify when he should be accepting direction or taking control. 

She had taught him how to whip, practising on a willing Gavin, how to yield torture devices for pleasure rather than causing damage, even some basic knots. She was happy that he knew enough of the basics to participate as either a top or bottom, if he so wished. She had taken a bottom role while he serviced her, enjoying the light spanking and harder fucking he had given, while Gavin had dazedly watched from his confines.

It wasn't just weekends they were meeting up - they visited her flat midweek too, and were often reluctant to leave. They were always keen to stay the night, to be in her company and sit at her feet or sleep with her. 

One weekday evening, they had attended a BDSM night in a central London club. Masks had disguised curious eyes darting at the various sights. She let them discreetly chat about the exposed flesh around them, and the more extreme fetishes they observed. The boys complemented each other well, and their height coupled with the unusual coverage of the leather trousers and translucent shirts only served to set them apart from the scantily-dressed crowd and make them more conspicuous.

Lindsay had been the subject of many envious glances and needed to assert her full Domme persona to keep other Masters and Mistresses from propositioning her, to try to make her submit into relinquishing the men she had at her feet. Instead, she had made them back down, and even had one removed for unseemly behaviour.

The boys had been slightly fearful of leaving her protection even to visit the loos, but the collars did their job. She'd had several requests for performances and refused, considering it too early. She also needed to speak with the boys and prepare them for it. It was easy to forget your training when hundreds of eyes were on you.

Against their wishes, that weekend she had told them she wouldn't scene with them. The rugby team were going for a night out similar to the Valentine's evening, finishing in Flames for more fun and games. She didn't want the boys getting too dependent on her - she wanted to give them freedom to act their age and be around friends. She had heard whispered arguments when she was out of the room, but they knew better than to question one of her decisions without good cause.

She planned on having a nice, relaxing evening catching up with Sarah and Tom, and to go for a long club ride the next morning. She missed the longer rides, having cut down to have more time with the boys. On Sunday mornings, they were usually too beaten up to even move, and enjoyed snuggling with her.

Sarah gestured at a few of the squad players who were surreptitiously glancing at them every so often. 'Tom says the rest of the team are intrigued by your relationship.'

Lindsay nodded, 'Yeah, they haven't been great at keeping it under wraps. Gavin's practically begged me to mark him a few times, and is far too fond of calling me "Mistress" outside of scenes. Adam's a little more discreet, but we've been seen leaving together. I have to punish their transgressions.'

'Extra whipping?'

Lindsay chuckled, 'That won't work with either of them, they enjoy whippings far too much. Especially Gavin, for him, whipping is a reward, not a punishment. Lack of punishment is the best punishment.'

'Making them watch?'

Lindsay let out another snort of laughter. 'They're both a bit voyeuristic so tying one up while I have fun with the other doesn't work either.'

Sarah's thoughtful eyes cleared. 'Oh, I get you now. Refusing to play with them at all is your punishment.'

'Yep. But making sure they're clear about when and why I'm doing that, and not confusing it with a weekend like this when I'd like to see them do something normal, for their own sakes.'

'Giving them freedom?'

'Against their wishes,' the redhead sighed. 'I thought perhaps the novelty will wear off and they would lose enthusiasm. I thought they may want to return to a normal vanilla relationship, or one would get jealous of the other.'

'And it's been the opposite.'

'Yep. Plus I'm in the process of losing my heart. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've lost it already. I adore them so much, but I don't want them to feel obligated to stay with me only because I'm the one who introduced them to kink.'

'Perhaps they don't really want that freedom?' suggested Sarah. 'Perhaps they really do want to be with you? I think they adore you too, they may be getting frustrated that you appear to not want to commit to them. Something's certainly driving Gavin today.' 

As Sarah commented, he took the ball on and galloped up the field, thrusting opposition out of the way. The tackles got more determined, until the opposing prop brought him down with a reckless charge. As the other players piled in, a loud snap reverberated around the ground. The crowd gasped. There were a few whispered, "Oh fucks" from those in the know, and "What the hells" from more recent converts. The whistle blew and silence fell as bodies picked themselves up from the ground. 

Fingers were crossed that the ominous sound wasn't what they feared. Unfortunately, it was denied by the awkward angle of the leg of the body writhing on the ground.

The auburn-headed body writhing on the ground and yelping in pain. 

Nothing could have stopped Lindsay from getting to Gavin, she reached him bare seconds after the medics did. She stood back and let them do their work, but they were hamstrung by the continued movement of everything but his leg. The sight of the lump of what had to be bone trying to poke through his sock made her feel nauseous.

The medics were talking, pleading for him to stop flailing his arms and tossing his head. 'Gavin, stay still. Please!' 

The call didn't get through to him. Despite the medics' work, he couldn't listen, due to the excruciating pain of an open fracture and other injuries to his leg. They seemed unused to people moving after injury, except the odd concussion, and their frustration was clear.

Lindsay stepped forward. 'Let me try.' She knelt by his head, uncaring of the mud, and used her Domme voice, 'Gavin. Stop this. Now.'

His movements slowed slightly.

She tried again, grasping his short hair roughly as she sometimes did during a scene. 'G. Look at me. Now.' 

His body calmed further, his breathing becoming deeper. He lifted pain-blurred eyes to her. 'Mistress,' he whispered.

She held his gaze with a will of iron. 'Gavin. You will let these people treat you. They will give you something to help the pain. I will stay here with you. I will not leave you.' Her free hand went to hold his, feeling his frantic pulse fluttering against her fingers.

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good boy.' With a nod, she moved back slightly to let the medics attach a mask, monitoring devices and other bits and pieces. 

His eyes remained fixed on her, and she stayed as calm and reassuring as possible as they started working on immobilising his leg and shifting him onto a stretcher to take to the side of the pitch. He cried out a couple of times, she squeezed his hand and he returned his gaze to her.

Seeming minutes later, they were lifting him up into an ambulance which had appeared by the side of the pitch. He reluctantly released her.

'Lindsay?' Tom had appeared by her elbow. 'Do you want to go in the ambulance with him? It would usually be someone from the club or family, but...'

'Yes, I'm going.' Nothing could have stopped her. She was helped up the step and to a seat next to the patient.

Gavin had been looking for her, his head was lifted in panic and the alarms on the monitors had started beeping. 'Mistress?' On seeing her by him, he relaxed back down.

'That's remarkable,' commented the paramedic as the doors slammed. 'His trust in you is absolute. Did I hear him call you "Mistress"?'

'Yes,' answered Lindsay shortly.

Gavin fumbled with his mask, trying to speak. He lifted it slightly. 'She's my Mistress, and I'm hers.' He tried to smile, looking half-stoned with a combination of gas and pain. 'She tortures me but I love it. I love her.'

Lindsay smoothed his matted hair back and kissed him on his forehead. 'I love you too. Now, be a good boy, stop talking and let the gas help you.' She replaced the mask and smiled comfortingly at him.

'Yes, Mistress,' he tried to say but Lindsay frowned at him, so he nodded instead.

'Green?' He nodded back, then shook his head and nodded again. She smiled, 'Green-Amber. Good boy.'

The paramedic cleared his throat. 'I'm sorry, M-I didn't mean...'

There was something familiar about the tone of his voice, so Lindsay gave Gavin's shoulder a squeeze and turned her full Domme glare on the intruder.

The paramedic actually whimpered, 'Forgive me.' He fumbled at the neck of his shirt to reveal a familiar-looking piece of leather. 'I'm...'

The penny dropped. 'You're a sub?' She gave him more of her attention. 

He was a good twenty years older than her, gray speckles in his short dark hair, stoutly built but fit. The type whose fascinated, longing eyes had discreetly followed her around more than one club. He nodded, 'And if I wasn't in the back of this ambulance and needing to work, I would be on my knees, prostrate in front of you, Mistress.'

'There's no need for that here.' 

'My Mistress...my Mistress would have approved.'

'Would have?' 

'She passed away two years ago.'

'I'm sorry for your loss.'

He swallowed. 'Thank you. She was a bit older than me. I still wear her collar out of respect, until I meet another Domme.'

'Good boy.' 

Her response must have given him some reassurance, his eyelids fluttered with pleasure. 'My name's Bill, by the way. I'm honoured to meet you.' He glanced at Gavin who, despite the drugs, was listening intently. 'Now, I have to treat my patient.'

***

'Lindsay!'

She was so relieved to see Adam striding along the corridor towards her. His hair was still damp from a recent shower, and he was slightly out of breath.

'Gavin's in surgery, they need to straighten the bone out and pin it.' She pressed a tremulous smile onto her face. It had been a rough couple of hours.

'I'm not just here for him, I'm here for you.' He put down the backpack he was carrying and enfolded her in his arms. 'I came as soon as I could, we had to finish the game; being his best friend wasn't good enough to be excused. Tom forced me to have something to eat too, while he sorted out a bag of stuff for Gavin. He also told me...' he hugged her tighter. 'He also reminded me that you're strong but you need support too.'

Lindsay hadn't realised how much tension she'd been carrying on her body until she started relaxing her shoulders. He smelled deliciously clean, of shower gel and Adam. 'Thank you.' Her voice was muffled by his jacket.

He guided them over to some chairs, sat down and pulled her into his lap. He cradled her on his body, and Lindsay released some of the rigid control she had held since seeing one of her boys in too much pain to bear. 

Hours passed as they waited for an update, interspersed with the odd drink or snack or break as their bodies needed, until a harassed-looking man in scrubs approached. 'Friends of Gavin Elwood?'

'That's us.' Lindsay stood stiffly. 'How is he?'

'A bit groggy. We pinned his leg, the operation went well. He'll be admitted overnight, will probably be in for a couple of days until we're happy there are no complications.'

'Can we see him?'

'Briefly. He was moaning about Hell and missing something, he's only just beginning to make sense.'

Adam muttered, 'He often doesn't.'

'Adam!' scolded Lindsay.

He quailed under her glare, the status quo reverting to normal. 'Sorry, M- Lindsay.'

The doctor cleared his throat. 'Follow me.'

***

The cubicle was small, just big enough for the two of them to stand by the bed. The metal and plaster contraption around her wounded boy's leg looked quite daunting. Lindsay swallowed a gasp.

A pale Gavin gave them a sad and groggy smile. 'Mistress...Lindsay, Adam...hi there. Look what I've done.'

'Silly boy,' Lindsay smiled with relief. 'You had me worried.'

'I had me worried - I've not done anything like this before. I can't even remember anything from the game, how it happened or after. And I had a nightmare that you didn't want me any more!' 

'Oh Gavin, of course I want you. And you'll be fixed in no time, the surgeon sounded quite positive.' Lindsay tried to reassure him. She'd never seen him looking quite so upset before. 

He gulped, 'I'm going to be out for a few months. At least six weeks on crutches. I won't be able to visit you at all.' His eyes watered and fixed on the ceiling.

'Why's that, sweetheart?' she asked with concern. 

'I won't be mobile enough. Getting in and out of my flat in Harford is going to be difficult - there's several flights of stairs and they've warned me not to jolt the cast. Getting to and from the club to keep my strength up is...' He shrugged hopelessly. 'You'll find someone else, a better sub.'

'Oh, Gavin. Listen to me: you're my boy, that won't happen.' She patted his shoulder reassuringly.

Adam spoke up from behind. 'I've been thinking while we were waiting. There's no stairs at your place, Lindsay, just the lift. And you have plenty of room.'

Lindsay looked back at Adam thoughtfully, then returned her attention to the morose patient. 'You'd want to stay at mine?' she asked Gavin directly.

His despair lifted marginally. 'Could I? Really?'

Lindsay shrugged, 'There is room. You could keep your upper body workouts going in the gym, if you use it traditionally, not as we've been using it.' She winked to lighten the mood. 'You'd be alone for most of the day though, I'll be at work. So you'll have to make your own meals. I work long hours during the week, and sometimes I'm away overnight.' 

Adam cleared his throat and spoke again, 'Ummm, maybe I can...'

Both Lindsay and Gavin stared at him curiously.

'I...ummm...would there be room for another?' He flushed, 'Could you...take me too? I can help Gav with food and stuff, and I train different hours, so Gav won't be by himself so much.'

'We'll pay rent if you want! And do what we can around the place,' Gavin desperately grasped Lindsay's arm. 'Please say yes.'

'I...' She glanced between the pleading, desperate faces of her boys and groaned. 'OK, OK, you can both stay.'

A grinning Adam low-fived and bumped knuckles with a happier-looking Gavin just as the cubicle curtain was pulled to one side. 

'Visiting time's over,' the male nurse stated firmly. 'Come back tomorrow.'

'We will. You take care and get some sleep.' Lindsay brushed a kiss to Gavin's forehead and he smiled weakly, his body relaxing and the lines of stress smoothening out of his face.

'I almost forgot, Tom packed you this.' Adam gave Gavin the backpack. 'Your phone's in there, along with a charger, toothbrush and change of clothing. Text me what else you need and I'll bring you it in the morning,' he called as they departed. 

***

Lindsay breathed a massive sigh of relief as they left the hospital. 'I supposed you've seen this type of thing before?'

'Yeah, but it hits you every time.' Adam glanced at his watch. 'I need to let Tom know what's going on.'

'I'll call him.' Lindsay already had her phone out. 

Her boss and Adam's assistant coach answered on the second ring, 'He OK?'

'Op went well. He's a bit down but all right.'

'I need to sort out somewhere for him to stay for the next couple of weeks, once he gets out of hospital. His flat isn't crutch-friendly.'

'Already covered.'

He paused. 'Let me guess, you'll have company.'

'Correct.'

'I knew he was angling to spend more time with you, but isn't breaking a leg rather extreme?' Tom sounded rather bemused. 'How will he manage by himself during the day and when you're away?'

Lindsay sighed, she had the feeling he already knew the answer to that. 'Adam's going to be staying too.'

He laughed, 'The two of them have got you wrapped around their little fingers. I thought you were supposed to be the dominant one?'

'Mmmm.' She couldn't say any more with Adam listening in. 'Adam will visit him early tomorrow to drop off more stuff, clothes and the like. I'll be popping by in the evening.'

'You're still welcome to come over tonight as planned, if you're up for it.'

'Would you mind if we made it another time? We still have a few things to sort out tonight.'

After discussing a few more practicalities, she hung up and stared at the man who was testing her to her limits. 'We'll go to yours now, pick up your gear.'

'Already?' 

She grinned evilly at him. 'Yes, I have plans for tonight. Plans that involve you being completely under my control. Plans that involve you wearing your cock cage all the time.'

He gulped, 'I didn't mean-'

'You didn't think, did you? I'm going to enjoy fucking you, then stopping before you come. You won't be able to come for days. You will just serve me. This is my punishment for you. You asked to move in, so this is part of the deal. When you have impressed me enough, you will be permitted to come. Do you understand?'

'Yes Mistress,' he breathed, colour high in his cheeks, eyes lowered, but not so much that she didn't see the excitement glittering in them. 

'And don't think I won't know if you have cheated, your body will give it away. As soon as Gavin is out of hospital, he will be locked up too. Otherwise, all he will do all day is masturbate.

Adam coughed to cover a bark of laughter. 'That's what I did when I broke my leg.'

'That doesn't surprise me one bit. However, he'll have to find another way to amuse himself. I will be the only one able to take the cages off.'

As they walked towards the waiting cab, Lindsay smiled to herself. Sarah had been right - there was nothing to worry about. She could step up their training, immerse them in the world they were so keen to experience. They would be collared in no time, and coincidentally, the amount of time it took for a broken leg to heal was just slightly more than certain intimate piercings that Gavin had, somehow, recently become interested in. Piercings which would give her so much pleasure, would stamp a little more of her authority on him, but would give him the freedom to be himself.




Playing Power Games Ch. 04



Adam thought it was his idea for them to move in, she would let him continue believing that. She had been thinking the same thing as he'd held her in his arms. She hadn't got to her position in Tom's company without being able to do some strategic advance planning. Some might even call it manipulation, but she knew she would make her boys happy and fulfilled. Adam would soon want his own piercings, and appreciate the benefits of being caged when it led to even more powerful sensations and orgasms.

She had found out that they had completed their checklists while chatting online, but neither was absolutely sure what the other had put. She was looking forwards to the ménages that would undoubtedly occur while they were living together. To have both of her boys under her power and inside her at the same time. 

Even the thought of some of what she had planned was making her so wet, she felt she would gush through her jeans. Adam's first jobs would be cleaning her up then fucking her, before he was caged and she began fucking him. 

The taxi started its engine as they approached. 'Harford please, then towards Ranwell. We have a couple of stops, is that OK?'

A female voice answered, 'No problem. You're not allergic to dogs are you?'

Lindsay peered into the cab to see a vaguely familiar face, the lesbian driver from Valentine's Day night, the one who had sucked her fingers. 'Suki, isn't it? How are you doing?' she grinned. 

'Very much better for seeing you...'

'I'm Lindsay.' There was a Golden Retriever puppy curled up on a box in the seat next to the driver. 'And who's this?'

'Lindsay, this is Dipsy, I'm looking after him for a girlfriend. Climb in, hope whoever you're visiting is OK.'

'He will be now.' She settled in the back with Adam. 'If you want some extra work in the next few weeks, I'll get your details. We'll have a few trips to make back and forth.'

'Great.'

***

As the cab waited for Lindsay and Adam to pack his bags at his flat, which also consisted of him kneeling before her and eating her to a much-needed, stress-relieving orgasm, the puppy sighed, 'Dipsy? Really, Psyche? I should piddle in this box just to pay you back for that one.'

The goddess laughed. 'It was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment, you're the one who just materialised in.'

The god-puppy looked out of the cab window, up to Adam's flat, where shadows of the couple were dancing on the curtains. 'Remind me what we're doing back here?'

'I wanted to see how they were getting on.'

'And the broken leg?'

'I'm told that break saved him from something worse, and he'll heal in no time. The piercings that he'll decide he needs too.'

If a puppy could chortle, he did, his tongue hanging out. 'Why else?'

'They intrigue me. And she smells just lovely. You are the god of love but I am the goddess of the soul, and this one is particularly pure. Plus, Harford is a pretty happy place with all these people getting together, you been letting loose a few too many arrows?'

The puppy just winked and smiled to himself. If a puppy could smile.



Playing Power Games



Lindsay smiled in contentment, "Away wi' ye now. I'll also be off with the girls to go clubbing all night. Tidy, as Sarah would say."

***

"I thought it was supposed to be an anti-Valentine's Day theme?"

They'd just piled out of the taxi after leaving the saccharine-sweet atmosphere of the rugby club not expecting to have to run another gauntlet of hearts and flowers. All the girls gawped at the heart-shaped balloons floating everywhere, the pink and red streamers, the silver banners with cute pictures of chubby cherubs. 

"That Cupid there looks like that social media prick, Roman," said one girl.

Another sniggered, "He's probably got a baby-sized prick too. But I was looking forward to not having this twee shit shoved down my throat," she added acidly.

The woman on the door with the clipboard shrugged with embarrassment, "The event planner got the wrong idea. By the time I arrived this evening, it was too late to change it."

There were some grumbles, "At least the alcohol will taste the same."

"Err, about that..." The woman nodded towards a couple of topless winged Cupids approaching them with trays of plastic shot glasses filled with pink or red liquid. "Enjoy your free drinks! Next!"

***

An hour later, Lindsay had danced as much as she was able and was taking the weight off her feet, sipping a thankfully-normal-coloured drink. She had been idly watching the Harford boys' escapades since their arrival at the nightclub shortly after the girls had been dropped off. It was clear that some of them had imbibed more than a skinful that night, and were encouraging the others in Valentine's-themed dares.

So far she'd counted three different dares which involved pairs of lads in a head-to-head battle over who could snog the most girls in a minute, two boat races with five purloined pink drinks to down each, and now this, whatever it was.

In a more upmarket venue, they wouldn't get away with it, but Flames was known for being a touch relaxed and the management were turning a blind eye, even helping to find the chair in the corner on which Adam was sprawled.

The biggest surprise to her was that Adam was taking part in this debacle. From what she had seen of him earlier, the dark-haired Kiwi was quite reserved. Obviously, the shots he had been encouraged to knock back since arriving at the nightclub had given him a confidence boost.

She gathered from the teasing that he wasn't really a 'player' in the sense of going out with many women, hence the bet. Two women had been flirting with him, and Gavin, the dare ringleader, had decided that a tipsy Adam wouldn't be able to control himself if one of them kissed him. The reality was far from it; the first kiss had ended early and the second had turned into an awkward lip lock. Sensing failure, Gavin had scouted the crowd and spotted Lindsay.

He'd frozen in place when he'd recognised her despite the mask she had donned, a brief flash of panic in his eyes. It was a battle between him ignoring her and winning the challenge. The drink must have given him more confidence too, as he'd eventually approached her.

What was in it for her? Well, she hadn't snogged anyone for some time, she was feeling a little jaded with Flames, and her girlfriends had their own dare, promising to take her out for a nice non-heart-themed meal if she succeeded. Plus if she was honest, she thought Adam rather attractive, and she'd seen his body was superb.

She ignored the jeering from his friends as she sashayed towards him. Adam sat sprawled across the chair at the front of the shallow step, an arrogant sneer besmirching his handsome visage.

She circled his chair, trailing her whip up his thigh, his chest, flicking it under his chin and lifted his head.

"All this for just one kiss?" she asked, looking him directly in the eye.

"Yep." He grinned smugly. The crowd around him tittered. She slashed the whip through the air and they fell silent.

Lindsay lifted her eyes to the chortlers, a handful of his teammates. One by one, she challenged each curious gaze until they lowered their eyes. "Why should I?"

"Because you want this?" He gestured arrogantly towards his body, his broad shoulders, thick jean-clad thighs and his bulging crotch.

"Why would I, since you obviously spread it around so much?" she countered.

A sore note was obviously hit as his swaggering demeanour faltered for a millisecond, enough for her to take note. He recovered quickly, "Jealous?"

She restrained a snigger and laid on her wayward Scottish accent, "Nae at all, ma wee darling." She bent over and whispered in his ear, "Ye cannae ken the trouble ye're in."

This time the flush on his cheeks was unmissable. All around them had gone silent, straining to hear as they watched her straighten up and lock eyes with him. Although he was sitting down and she was wearing suicidal heels, her lack of height and the elevated chair meant she didn't tower over him. Her eye level was barely above his, but it was clear the diminutive redhead in the black leather was the one in control.

She let her left hand drift up his shoulder, the light pressure almost tickling him. At the nape of his neck, she drew circles, "So, the deal is you're not allowed to move your hands? If you do, I win."

"That's correct." He didn't sound quite so certain.

"Good." Her fingers began ruffling the short hair at the nape of his neck, randomly tugging on the short, soft strands, adding in a quick gentle tug of his earlobe before returning to the nape.

Pleasure flashed across his face, his eyelashes fluttered, pupils dilated and his breath began to shorten. Bingo! She had him. Or rather, she had found one of his weak points. Game on.

As his soulful brown eyes watched her every move, slowly she licked her lips and bit the lush lower curve as if in pensive thought, "I can touch you, but I'm not allowed to touch your..." She leant forward to whisper again in his ear, "Your...cock."

She saw him swallow, "That's correct." Some hoarseness had crept into his voice.

"From now on, you must address me as 'Mistress', do you understand?" she instructed.

His chest heaved and his eyes began to glaze with submission, "Yes."

She scowled and tugged his hair, "Yeesssss, Mistress."

"Good, slave. However, I can touch you in...other places?" She tugged harder on his hair, forcing his head back slightly. Her rough treatment had him completely under her spell, her fingers soothed and massaged the back of his head, controlling his movement.

"Mmmmm, yes, Mistress," he hissed.

She bent over slightly, bringing her face near the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, "You smell good, I'm looking forward to how you taste," she whispered. "All over. When I tie you up."

He shuddered slightly.

"Does licking count as kissing?"

"Err..."

"Or nibbling, does nibbling count? Answer me!" she commanded.

"Ummm...I don't...think so, Mistress."

"What about sucking? Does sucking count?" she smirked slightly when he visibly gulped and shook his head. "Are you certain?" She had to keep him off-balance, "Repeat after me, 'licking and nibbling and sucking don't count'?"

"Yes, licking and nibbling and...sucking don't count, Mistress." He swallowed nervously.

"Not good enough, you've won a whipping for that, slave. 'Licking and nibbling and sucking don't count when I'm tied up and my cock is hard'?"

"Licking and nibbling and sucking don't count when I'm tied up and my cock is hard and weeping for you, Mistress."

"That's good, slave." She nipped at his earlobe and soothing it with a flick of her tongue before facing him again. One hand kept his head under her control as she stood between his sprawled legs. They locked eyes again. The thumb from her free hand ran along his jaw line, to his lips and flicked at his bottom lip, slowly running back and forth before pressing slightly inside. She could feel his breath quickening, but bolts of arousal were beginning to run through her too.

Unexpectedly, he sucked at her thumb, laving it roughly with his tongue. Her knees gave slightly and he noticed her weakness, breaking the spell. He grinned back at her, his cocky attitude from earlier re-emerging, "Still think you can beat me? Third girl lucky, Mistress?"

"Perhaps that was the problem, they were girls, not women." She dipped her head, nipped at the lower lip and soothed it with a swipe of her tongue. He tried to follow her mouth, to begin the kiss, but her controlling hand stopped him with a tug of his hair. "So, that's how you're going to play it?" she mused, as he groaned slightly. "The others were a bit ...obvious. And too fast. I wonder how you deal with...slow?"

Her slightly-damp thumb painted a line down his neck, down the middle of his chest, briefly over one of his firm pectorals. Her fingers came into play on his six-pack, running down to the outside of his hip where her hand remained, brushing the side of his butt cheeks.

Still holding his eyes, she noted his reactions to where her hand was: nothing for the chest, a flinch when her thumb glanced over his hip crease. Interesting. She tried it again and his hips actually jolted slightly. She continued running the thumb back and forth along the crease, lightly touching him but not going near his groin, alternating with a barely-there touch to the inside of his knee

His shifting in his seat, his dilated pupils and gusting breath confirmed that she'd found another couple of weak points. Unfortunately, she could also feel the crotch of her trousers dampening, and her nipples drilling through her corset.

She asked quietly, "So, one kiss is it? Why me?"

"Gavin and I haven't talked about...earlier. The boys know I like natural redheads, and you were the only one they could find in the club. Is that right, are you a natural, Mistress?" He continued as she had, sotto voce.

She opened her eyes innocently at him, "Are you asking if the collar matches the cuffs? That would be telling and had earned you another whipping. You'll find out when you go down on me." She felt him jolt slightly at her saucy tone, "Oh yes, this is turning me on too. I really need you; I'm wet and empty between my legs. My breasts need your hands and mouth, they feel all hot and swollen, they need sucking and squeezing. Then I'll sit on your face."

His eyes left hers briefly and flickered to the cleavage displayed by her corset, disguised by the mesh of the shirt, "I want to see more."

A quick check ensured no one else could see anything, so she slowly leant closer so the shirt gaped and let him gaze down to her corset, "That better? Can you almost see my nipples begging for you to take them in your mouth and suck them?"

"Almosssst," he hissed as she yanked his head back up.

"Naughty slave, they'll need squeezing first, nice and firmly."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his fingers flex. It was time to turn the heat up; she nipped and licked at his lower lip again, avoiding his seeking lips. His eyes were unfocussed, the combination of sexual tension and alcohol kicking in.

"Just one kiss?" she hovered her lips millimetres from his, brushing his nose lightly with hers as they shared the same breath.

He licked his own dry lips, his tongue touching her slightly as he groaned again, "Please, Mistress?"

"Just one?"

He tried to nod his head, she let him this time, loosening her grasp.

"If you insist." She traced the back of his neck, the inside of his groin with her hands, her cheek turned slightly so that their cheeks brushed. "You smell delicious," she murmured. "Let's see how you taste."

His breath stopped for a second as she moved her lips back towards his, time froze as the millimetres separating them slowly decreased.

Her lips finally brushed against his. And pressed.

They both gasped and she teasingly lightened the contact. His mouth followed hers, not letting the kiss end. He groaned in frustration as her hand tightened on his nape, preventing him from delving deeper.

His arms shot up, his hands pulling her slight body closer, not letting her escape. They barely heard the cheering from his friends as his control broke spectacularly. His lips ate at her, his hot tongue tangling with hers.

He tasted like the whisky he'd been drinking, a mellower, smokier blend than she expected, or was that him? She could feel him so hard against her, only propriety stopped her rubbing herself on him. She settled for subtly and rhythmically pressing her chest closer, her hard nipples stabbing into the leather.

Their lips broke apart and he gulped for breath, "I can feel the corset and your breasts, through my shirt. I want to squeeze them. I can't do it here. Please let's go."

She glared at him.

"Please can we go, Mistress?"

Lindsay grinned smugly and nodded her acquiescence, "Right wi' ye."

He stood and snagged his jacket from the back of the chair to cover his bulging groin.

One of her friends stopped them, "What on earth did you say to him? No one could hear a thing."

Lindsay giggled and winked, "Nothing much, I just made sure I wasn't breaking any of the rugby boys' rules. Will update you tomorrow night when you take me for that meal. Have a great night! I will."

They made their way quickly through the curious crowd, collecting her coat as they moved towards the exit. She resisted the urge to command him; she didn't want to out him to his friends.

As they left, a light hand on her arm stopped her.

Gavin. She looked at him.

"I...I overheard some of what you were saying, no one else was as close." He appeared to be summoning his courage.

"Go on." She waited patiently.

"No one knows I've followed you, I said I was making the moves on another girl I'd seen downstairs."

"And..?"

He swallowed, his eyes wild, "Can I...can I come too? We don't have to do anything. Just tie me up. Let me watch you. Please. I've never felt anything like when you command me..."

She placed a finger across Gavin's his lips and glanced at Adam. He didn't look horrified, just neutral, so she smiled her agreement, "Both of you. Find a taxi with a woman driver. Get her to pick us up outside that supermarket, in five minutes."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, 'Mistress'," she corrected.

Gavin nearly moaned, "Thank you, Mistress."

She needed to buy some supplies. The night was turning out to be quite promising.

She'd played power games with some ex-boyfriends in university and discovered she loved to dominate but hadn't often had the time, opportunity or right partner since. Not many men were truly willing to submit. Now she was going to have not one but two young, fit men under her control. Just the thought made her wet as fuck and her nipples rock hard against the leather.

Luckily, the supermarket was open for a few more minutes, and she picked up the items quickly. The orange plastic bag was so incongruous with the rest of her outfit, it made her smirk.

A taxi was parked right outside the exit and the two boys were waiting by it. The butch-looking female driver gave her a nod of approval at the outfit visible under her unfastened coat.

She gave the driver an address and Gavin and Adam helped her into the back of the cab, reminding her of earlier that evening. They went to sit either side of her but she hissed, "Opposite me, boys. You don't get to sit with me."

They both looked at the fold-down seats and glanced back at her. Their bodies already filled the cab.

"On your knees!"

Gavin almost fell onto his knees, and Adam wasn't far behind.

"Hands behind your back, face me, and hold onto whatever you can to brace yourself."

With a nod to the bemused driver, the cab moved slowly off. Sporadic streetlight intruded into the cab, and she took her time looking over her men for the night.

"You are not permitted to speak or move without my permission, except for acknowledging my orders with 'Yes, Mistress'," she started. She trailed her whip up Gavin's thigh, stroking it lightly across his crotch, then whipped him up between the legs.

He bit his lip and stared at her feet. The hump in his jeans actually twitched and grew.

She moved his attention to Adam, "I'm going to punish you both for all of your disobedience tonight." She didn't think he was as submissive as Gavin, in fact she suspected he was a switch. Which gave her a nice frisson of excitement. What a challenge. She lifted one boot and brushed his crotch with the pointed toe.

He rubbed himself against her, leaning forward. She pressed harder, and harder. He tried to escape her boot and she kicked him away. He gasped, but did not speak.

"Did you not hear me? You are here to give me pleasure, I don't care about yours. You will both do everything I ask of you. From now on you will be Boy A, and..." She pointed back at Gavin, "You will be Boy G. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," they chorused.

A frisson of power ran through her. She was so wet, she felt like she was gushing. Stripping the trousers off in the cab wasn't a goer, and would be a mood killer. However, her corset could be slackened enough for her breasts to come out.

She bent forward and untied the ribbon at the back, then placed her bags and coat behind her for support. The leather carapace loosened around her as she slouched down.

"For the rest of this journey, you are going to suck my breasts. You are permitted the use of one hand and your mouth. The other hand will be used to stabilise, not touch yourself."

They moved slowly towards her. Adam was the first to gently pull the leather down and scoop one breast out, Gavin ran an admiring hand up the leather first.

They both squeezed her, and she had to hold back a gasp. Their heads came down and two hot, wet mouths attacked her mounds.

Oh fuck!

She couldn't see much in the darkness of the cab, except the heads bobbing up and down on her, one slightly lighter than the other. She could feel their mouths, Gavin was sucking her, his hand stroking her side. Adam was alternating nibbling and biting around her nipple with lashes of the tongue. Her breath was escaping in gasps, she was so close to coming.

One hand snaked between her legs and she pulled on the ribbon securing the trousers, able to squeeze a slim hand to her swollen, soaking horniness. The other hand ran fingers through the hair of her slaves, pulling them towards her, tugging the strands.

Oh fuck!

Her back arched, she rubbed faster and forced them closer.

Oh fuuuuuuuuck!

She came with a half-scream, they sucked faster and waves of pleasure washed over her.

Their suckling slowed as her breathing did. She took a moment to compose herself.

"Thank you, boys," she purred. "Back to your knees."

They took a moment to return to their positions, and both stared at the hand between her legs, hidden by the leather.

She smiled evilly, "You're curious, are you?"

She fed the other hand down there, feeling herself, moaning as aftershocks ran through her. She was so glad she'd had a Brazilian; her lips were so sensitive without hair.

"Mmmm, you'll see that later, but for now you'll have a taste." Bringing her hands out, she leant forward and fed her slippery fingers into their mouths. "Suck them clean," she ordered.

Both their tongues set to work, licking the juices from her digits. She felt the cab slow and streetlight highlighted their faces. Gavin's eyes were closed as he sucked, however Adam's were watching her face. She stared at him, and he stared back.

"We're here," announced the driver.

Lindsay smiled and drew her hands out of their mouths. She slowly closed the front of her trousers, and repositioned and tightened her corset, drawing her coat closed around her. "Time to get out, boys."

They shuffled out, and helped her to gracefully step down.

"How much?" she asked, rummaging in her handbag for her purse as the front window wound down.




Playing Power Games



"Twenty quid, and a taste of you please?"

Lindsay lifted her head, grinned with surprise at the surprisingly-attractive driver; she'd thought she was butch-looking earlier. "It's usually forty." 

"That was one of the most beautifully horny things I've ever seen and heard," the woman praised with a smile.

Lindsay pulled her lower coat open, again untying the laces on her trousers and sent a hand between her legs, scooping up all she could, shuddering slightly at the renewed contact. When she brought her hand out, the fluids glistened in the streetlight.

The driver's agile tongue licked her fingers cleaner than the boys had, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Thank you," she breathed. "I'm Suki, I hope to drive you again."

Lindsay smiled again, "Thank you, Suki. And here's eighty quid. Have a good night."

"I will, I don't care about fares for the rest of it; I'm so horny, I'm going home to fuck my girlfriend. She'll love this story. Happy Valentine's!"

The cab drew away with a wave, and Lindsay turned back to the two men who had been silently watching. "Follow me."

***

She lived in a luxurious apartment block overlooking the river; her job rewarded her dedication well. She'd purchased the penthouse off Tom when he'd married Sarah and moved out of Central London. Lindsay wasn't sure if she liked it, she rattled around in it most of the time apart from when it was used for corporate functions.

However, it was useful tonight for installing awe in her men.

They'd gaped when they followed her out of the lift and into the hall. She took them to the kitchen first, pouring pint glasses of water out and sprinkled in a recovery powder from a big tub.

"Drink," she commanded.

There was no way she could do what she wanted if they were still tipsy. That wouldn't be right. Alcohol would dull their senses, perhaps as much as to hide when they were hurt.

They were still looking at the glasses, and suspiciously at the tub.

She sighed, "Fair play, you have to worry about drugs and stuff. It's the same one as Tom uses. Here." She passed over the container and saw their shoulders relax as they recognised the brand.

"Just to make it clear, we are not going to have full intercourse tonight, no matter how much any of us want it."

Both boys looked disappointed.

"However there will be oral sex, although I am not going to ask you to do any sexual acts on each other, unless you really want to?"

They both looked relieved and shook their heads.

"What do you say?" she asked menacingly.

"No, Mistress. Thank you Mistress," they chorused.

She nodded, "Still too late to escape punishment for that one. It's adding up. Now, I need your safe words. Boy A?"

Adam stared at her, uncomprehending.

"A safe word is a way to tell me you've had enough. Submissives say 'no', 'yes' and 'stop' too readily. However, if you use your safe word, it is the end of tonight, and any other night with me."

"Kiwi....just kiwi. Mistress," he tacked on.

She smirked and added another black mark to Adam's mounting tally, "Boy G? It has to be something you'd remember and say easily, perhaps something from tonight?"

"Balloon."

"Good boy. Ok, so that's 'Kiwi' and 'Balloon'. There is also a traffic light system, green means go, amber is slow or it's getting too much, red means stop. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What colour are you now?"

Gavin was the first to answer, "Green!" followed by Adam's slower reiteration.

"Good, now come with me."

They followed her, gulping from their glasses.

She took them into the room with her small gym. It was only a gym for the sake of appearances, the equipment having been carefully purchased by her as dual use. She ordered them to move some seemingly random pieces of equipment and mats, the glee building inside her as they puffed and panted their way to their joint doom.

"Now, showers," she barked. "Clean yourselves, front and back, and pull just your boxers back on. End of the corridor there's a door to a guest room."

While they were out, she opened the locked wall cupboards and folded back the doors. She had acquired the equipment a while ago but it had never had a proper workout; the last so-called 'submissive' to enter had chickened out at the last minute. There were enough implements to give any visitor pause for thought, and she added more items from the supermarket to the shelves. A few straps, ropes and chains attached to the benches and frames, and she nodded in satisfaction.

She used her bathroom briefly too. Her boots she quickly zipped off, replaced her soggy trousers with a pair of skimpy leather knickers, and pulled the boots back on. The mask was disposed with; she preferred for them to see her full face. Once ready, she lit candles around the room and extinguished the overhead lights.

All done. What once was a gym had been turned into a torture chamber.

***

Adam was, surprisingly, the first back. She was examining her whips to decide which ones to use that night when she heard a light knock at the door.

"Come in."

He walked into the room, faltering when he saw the equipment set up how it should be.

She approached him. Hell, his body was gorgeous. The candlelight highlighted the ridges of muscle, the smooth lines, the absolute masculine power. She circled him, once, returning to gaze at his face.

"Shorts off."

This was the first test, to see if he would do what she said without objecting. She closely watched his face for a response, to see if he would fight the brusque order and how much he felt the desire to submit. He looked unsure for a moment, then his hands moved and she heard the fabric drop to the floor.

"Good boy." He smirked slightly at that. Interesting.

She circled him again, trailing a hand across his solid buttocks, and then had her first glimpse of his cock. Like the rest of his body, it was gracefully shaped, a semi-erect curve rising from his body. It twitched as she considered what to do with it.

She walked over towards a bench and beckoned him to follow her. He froze in place for a moment. It was a simple weights bench on a padded mat. She thought he would feel at home. Well, apart from the cuffs attached to its base.

"Come here. Now." She inserted some iron into her voice and it had the desired effect.

"Kneel so your upper body is supported by the bench." This time, he followed her orders. She cuffed him, then checked the height was right for her next plan. It was. "Open your knees as far as you can."

A spreader bar was attached to stop him closing his legs. She added some further straps to immobilise him further, to leave his genitals dangling free, before hearing another soft knock at the door.

Gavin looked like he'd been kicked in the gut when he saw Adam. His eyes glittered, his breathing was fast, and he stripped off his shorts as soon as Lindsay gestured at them. Unlike Adam, he was already fully erect, a good size with a stubby head and a well-trimmed base.

She ran a hand down his chest and he wordlessly shivered with pleasure. She reached his cock and stroked it lightly, it flexed towards her, growing even harder. "Boy G, this is your first experience of bondage and submission?"

He nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

She walked to her shelves, glanced at him, and picked up some leather pieces. On returning, she held the cock ring device in front of his face, "I'll show you how to put this on, but you must decide how tight you want it."

His shaking hands buckled the bands around his balls tighter than she expected, than she would have herself. It seemed Gavin was into it completely. She took him to a frame, attached his arms to cuffs above his head and his legs spread. The boys could see each other, were only yards away.

She took a moment to admire his body, and strapped cock and balls, and returned to the cupboard behind him for more tools.

"These are going to be some of your instruments of torture tonight." She laid out several whips on a bench in front of him. "Others will be a surprise. I'll leave you there to think about that." She kissed him lightly, and fondled his cock for a few seconds so it hardened even more as he groaned.

"What colour are you?"

"Green. Very green, Mistress"

"Good boy."

She returned to the cupboard and picked up some items for Adam. He had watched Gavin's imprisonment with wide eyes, but his erection hadn't hardened any further. Which was what Lindsay wanted.

She measured him with her fingers, and he began to swell at the contact. Lindsay tutted, and wrapped his cock in an icy cloth. He gasped, but went down. Seconds later, she pushed a large ring over his cock and fed his balls through too. She added a few more rings along his length, and stroked him a few times so he swelled and the rings began to dig in. He gasped.

"This is a type of cock cage, for naughty boys. You can't have a full erection, you can't come until I take it off. It should teach you the control that you're lacking. Now, what colour are you?"

Adam was quiet for a moment. "Green, Mistress," he eventually answered.

She ran a hand over his buttocks, and picked up a bottle of lube, "I'm going to do this slowly so as to not hurt you. I permit you to speak for this time." She squeezed the bottle between his cheeks, and pressed a finger into his hole.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped. He tried to close his legs but the spreader stopped him, tried to wriggle away but the ropes stymied his movement.

She worked the finger in and out for a while, and after he relaxed, adding another to stretch the ring of muscle. Instead of pulling away from her, this time he tried to thrust towards her. Three fingers had him panting, especially when she hit one particular spot inside him.

"Oh, fuck; I can't get hard. The rings..." His cock was reddening and twitching.

He was ready for more. She picked up a butt plug, added more lube and began to push it into him, "There will be a pinching feeling as the wider part passes your ring, then it will stay in."

He nodded to agree. Taking pity on him, she took the smallest ring off his cock so he could swell slightly, and she fondled him lightly, pushing the plug inside and watching his face. He winced as the plug lodged inside him, but it went in easier than she thought.

The penny dropped, "You've done this before, haven't you?"

Adam tried to writhe to no avail, clenching his buttocks, his hands grasping at thin air, "Only playing with my arse, Mistress."

"Well, I'll give you some time to get used to it while I deal with G. Oh, and I almost forgot the nasty surprise." She flicked a switch on the plug and it started vibrating. She watched Adam fight his bindings for several seconds, "Too much? What colour?"

"Green!" he yelled. "It hurts so good, Mistress."

She laughed as she walked away from him, cleaning her hands off on some wipes. The rings would stop him hardening and coming, the vibrating would stop him going down completely. Plus he would be watching her with Gavin. It was only the start of the torture she had planned.

Gavin was watching her and whimpering.

"Did you like watching that?"

"Yes, Mistress. I wanted to be him, Mistress. I'm so hard."

She checked his eyes, he was already looking dazed so she made him drink some juice. She undid the buckles around his ultra-engorged cock, checking and squeezed him lightly.

He gasped, "Please put it back on, otherwise I'll come, I'm so sensitive."

She murmured, "I should've put the cock cage on you, you need to learn restraint. Another time, maybe." She refastened the buckles and he breathed a sigh of relief.

From the shelves, she picked up another couple of items.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely, I have a little something for you too."She squirted some lube inside him, inserting her fingers carefully as she did with Adam. He was tighter, he didn't know how to bear down, to relax, so she cajoled him until she could fit three slim fingers.

"It's so...different," he gasped, "but I like it. Thank you, Mistress."

"Good boy." She saw his eyes flutter and she kissed him lightly on the shoulder she held up a small piece of glass in front of him, "This is a butt plug. It has a wider part which needs to go past your ring of muscle. I'll help as much as much as I can, but you have to bear down then relax."

She covered it in lube and began pressing it inside him. He moaned, his fists clenched. When it came to the wider part, he took a deep breath, and thrust himself back onto the plug. It slipped inside easily and he yelped.

Whack! Whack! She slapped him hard on his buttocks, "Did I tell you to do that? You could've hurt yourself!"

"Sorry, Mistress."

She turned the base, thinking as he huffed. "I'm going to pull it out now." It slipped out well too. She put it to one side, and picked up a bigger plug. "Ok, we'll try again."

He panted as she placed it at his hole, his eyes widening as he realised it was a different, bigger plug.

Gradually, she worked it inside him, until the wider part was left, "Bear down now, and relax." As he relaxed, she cupped and squeezed his cock with her other hand.

"Arrrgggggghhhh!" The plug slipped inside him and she removed her hands, leaving his hips jerking spasmodically. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod..."

She stood in front of him and wiped down her hands, "What colour are you?"

He couldn't look at her.

She lifted his chin, "What colour are you?"

"Greengreengreengreengreen," he breathed.

She left him a few moments and checked him again, giving him a sip of juice. Then, she picked up a paddle, "I still need to punish you. You will count every stroke. Do you understand?"

With his positive response, she laid into his buttocks, and he began to count. She worked in a figure of eight, covering his buttocks until they flushed red. He was twisting and turning within the frame, but his body was meeting her blows, not pulling away from her. He was the most naturally submissive man she'd ever come across, and a real pain slut.

At twenty, she stopped and he whined. She waited until he lifted his head and his eyes cleared, "I wasn't going to push you that far, but you're taking it well. Do you want to go up a level?"

He nodded frantically, "Yesyesyesyesyes please, Mistress."

She smiled, "Good boy." And returned to the shelves for a few more objects.

He looked surprised as she pressed a metal bell into one of his hands.

"Hold that tight, if you want to stop, drop the bell. I'll then remove this." She buckled a ball gag around his face. "Nod for green, shake for amber, drop the bell for red. Lastly, do you know what these are?"

She held up some nipple clamps on a connecting chain and he nodded. "Great."

His back arched as she screwed them onto his chest, yelling into the gag. She stood back and watched him writhe again; he was a Domme's idea of submissive perfection.

"What colour are you?" He nodded frantically.

The feelings of power running through her were incredible. Her juices had overflowed her knickers and were running down her legs into her boots. Her breasts were so swollen, the corset felt like it was restricting her, so she pulled the laces undone and let it slip off her. She rubbed her breasts, gazing at her helpless guests.

Gavin wouldn't be able to take much, without coming, she concluded, which was a shame as he wasn't far from subspace. Perhaps another time she would teach him some restraint, if he returned. Maybe let him come first. She didn't know how much more she could take that night either, she would come too without much help. Which left the third in the room.

She checked on Adam, his eyes were dazed and he was whimpering but still watching her and Gavin. She made him drink some fluids, and waited while he swallowed. "Want more juice?"

He shook his head.

"That's a shame, as you're getting some." She stuck her hands down her knickers then smeared her juices all over his face.

He licked at his face, trying to take her inside.

"Good boy." For the first time, she saw him accept her approval. "Very good boy. That means I can release your cock."

She used some of her fluids as lube to pull the metal rings off him. His cock swelled up instantly, but he didn't try to rub against her. He was learning.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress." No mockery in his tone this time, just panting.

She fed her fingers into his mouth and allowed him to suck at them one more time before returning to her other victim.

A whip in one hand, a flogger in the other, she circled him. She hit him with the flogger across his buttocks, and around his thighs, decorating them in shades of red and catching the end of the plug. He yelled and nodded before she stopped to check him. She whipped him on his chest a few times, on the clamps and his hips started jerking. Pre-come was oozing down his cock.

Five more fast strikes to his buttocks, a couple to his balls and she knelt down, enclosing his cock in her mouth and sucking him brutally while ripping the leather straps off and yanking off the clamps.

He screamed into the gag as he came into her mouth. As he continued coming, she twisted the plug in his arse, pulling it brutally out and plunging it back in, milking his prostate and forcing more semen out of him. Finally she eased it out and let it drop as his legs gave way.

His head dropped down. She thought he'd passed out, but he was still blinking and murmuring into the gag. She unbuckled it, "Are you ok?"

"Sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogood..."

She guessed that was a yes. Releasing his legs, she wiped him down briefly, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and released his wrists. He staggered into her arms, leaning on her. She led him over to the mat near Adam's bench, and let him collapse with her on top.

She hugged him, he needed the contact, then freed herself. She grabbed cake from the shelves and more recovery drink. He still looked confused so she held him a little more, forcing him to eat some cake. "How are you?"

He grinned beatifically, "Green, so very, incredibly, wonderfully green."

She kissed him gently and let him go; someone else needed her. And she needed him

Adam's cock was bright red and he was desperately trying to get free to hump against the bench.

She laughed, bent over and turned the vibrating butt plug up and back down. He yelped. She watched him as she stripped off her knickers and boots. "As soon as you make me come, you can come.

He stilled and looked up at her, "Yes, Mistress. I want to make you come. Please?"

"I'm going to sit on your face, do not move unless I tell you." She unstrapped him from the bench, rubbing at any marks, and flipped him down on the mat. "Colour?"

"Green, Mistress." His cock was an angry red, verging on purple.

Without further ado, she straddled his head, facing his cock, and mashed herself into his face. He licked furiously at her, sucking her clitoris inside his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. He thrust fingers inside her.

As a reward, she tapped on his cock with her whip and turned up the plug again. He just sucked faster, his concentration on her absolute. She closed her eyes as a massive orgasm built up within, but flicked them back open when she felt a mouth and hand on her breasts.

A blissfully happy Gavin sucked at her, squeezing her other breast. Adam took that moment to gently bite her and thrust at her g spot. Lindsay threw her head back and screamed as waves of pleasure pounded through her. As Gavin rolled away, she subsided onto Adam, licking at his cock.

She saw Adam's hands go to between his legs, he turned the vibrating plug up to the highest setting and began yanking and twisting it within himself. His other hand squeezed his cock brutally, and he came, splattering her face, groaning in pleasure.




Playing Power Games



The three lay unmoving on the mats for several minutes, until Adam lifted his buttocks, switching off the plug. He tried to pull it out but Lindsay stopped him, "We'll remove it in the shower."

She rolled to her feet and grinned bemusedly at the two naked men. "C'mon, as soon as you can get up, you can have a hot bath."

They grumbled, but managed to haul themselves up and followed her into the bathroom, Adam limping slightly. They beamed when they saw the hot tub big enough for the three of them, swirling and full of hot water, with more cake and drinks beside it.

Lindsay turned on the shower, "Quick clean, we'll get that plug out and you can go in." 

She shepherded Gavin in, soaped him down quickly and ushered him into the bath where he started on the cake and drinks.

She crooked a finger at Adam, "Hands and knees, to get the plug out."

He bit his lip, "Mistress? Can I...can I keep it in? It feels so good."

She looked down at his cock, it was already twitching and recovering, "Not that one, you'll electrocute yourself. I'll get another. Wait in the shower."

In the gym, she grabbed another plug and lube, and returned to find him ready on his spread knees, twisting the plug within him. Gavin was watching curiously from the tub.

She showed him the plug as she squirted more lube on it, it was bigger than either of the ones she'd used before. He shuddered, bending over and pulling his cheeks apart. The vibrating plug came out at her first tug and his gaping hole winked at her, before she slammed the giant halfway in. "More?"

He arched, "It feels massive, give me more please."

She held his cock in one hand as she pushed it further and further down. The flesh stretched white around it, he gulped as she kept the pressure up. "You can do it," she urged. "Just relax and take your time."

He strained and gasped for several minutes until with one fast slide, it lodged in him. His hands scrabbled on the shower floor as he spaced out.

"Now you have to stand." She helped him to his feet. He briefly rinsed off under the shower before she helped him into the hot tub.

His face was still completely stupefied, his cock as hard as it had been before. He writhed in the water, in a world of his own even though their bodies were all touching. His hands stayed on the sides of the bath until he came around slightly, "I can't believe how good it feels."

"You're an anal slut. Some men are very sensitive like that, and it doesn't mean they're gay."

Adam nodded, another tremor went through him, but shortly after his head seemed to clear and he looked sulky, "Why didn't you punish me as much as Gavin, not even a spanking? I was far more disobedient."

"But I did."

He looked confused.

"Your punishment was less punishment. Gavin's a pain slut; pain for him is pleasure. He submitted so he was rewarded."

Gavin smiled blissfully as he lay back chewing on a piece of cake, "Best reward ever, and I can't even remember half of it. Fucking incredible without any fucking." He grinned at his own joke and was splashed with water for his troubles. "Oi! Don't ruin my cake."

"So...Mistress?"

"You can call me Lindsay now the scene's over."

"Is it over?" Adam's shoulders dropped. "I was wondering, what pleasure you got from all that."

"The pleasure of dominating the both of you. Didn't you see how wet I was?"

He grinned as he remembered and licked his lips, "Oh yes, but it didn't last very long for you."

"It lasted all night. I started getting wet when the other boys helped me off that table and I saw the way you two were looking at me. I suddenly started thinking Valentine's Day Night may not be as bad as I'd first thought."

Gavin looked close to tears, "But Lindsay, is it just tonight? Like Adam, I'm wondering what comes next."

"Well, we're going to get dried off, you're both going to smother me in body lotion and give me a massage. We'll go to sleep in my king size bed. When we wake up, I'm going to fuck Adam in the arse with the biggest strap-on I have. After that, we're going to torture you until you beg for mercy. Is that enough for now?" She gazed imperiously at the two men who were gaping at her.

Adam writhed again, "Oh fuck, I'm not going to be able to sleep for thinking of that."

"Me neither. Happy Valentine's" added Gavin.

"Happy Valentine's!" chorused the other two.

***

Two figures floated outside, above the balcony, watching the three in the hot tub splashing each other.

"That's a decent result, with just a little mischief on your behalf," the woman commented.

"I still don't know why Valentine decided to have his day at the coldest sodding time of year," grumbled Roman, the ex-Harford social media manager, aka the Flames event planner, aka Amor, Eros or Cupid.

"It's because you pissed him off, or other circumstances you'll say were beyond your control," smirked Suki, the taxi driver, aka Psyche, his wife. "Next year, we'll be in the southern hemisphere, I can't believe you forget that and complain ever year."

"I can't believe you disguised yourself as a butch lesbian."

"It was fun, and I had to check your arrows had taken. Three at once isn't your normal trick."

"Do I ever miss?"

Psyche lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Ok, so I went a bit wrong with Charles, Camilla and Diana. And Brad, Billy Bob, Angelina and Jennifer. I still don't know what to do about Demi, Sandra-"

Psyche clouted him, "C'mon, Flames is still open, I fancy a boogie, and I gotta a feeling that tonight's gonna be a good, good Valentine's Day night."