0 comments/ 20505 views/ 0 favorites Another Makes Three Ch. 01 By: WaynesJane Women. I love women. Now, don't get me wrong, I like men too. But there's only one man that I want now, and I've got him already. Women, on the other hand, well, I can say that they still turn my head. There is something about a woman that breaths sensuality, sexuality. I doubt anybody can say otherwise. The shape of a female's lips, the way that the small of her back molds slowly into the curve of her hips and the slope of her ass.. The shape of the female sex itself. All is bred for functionality, but in that functionality is found aesthetic beauty. There is a reason that the Grecian goddess of love was just that, a goddess.. You make love to a woman. Even as a woman that's what you do. You can't make love the same way to a man. Granted, a man can fuck a woman. But only a woman can be made love to. A man, though, he can excite in a completely different way. My man, he excites me when he takes me, when he takes advantage of my sensuality and my womanhood.. To him I give submission. I could never give that to a woman the same way I give it to him. Those are all things I thought as we drove, my Master and I. To the Pussy Corral. I know. Not as romantic as some might like. A kind of terse name really. There's often nothing romantic about these places. It's sex, pure and simple. I often wonder, while there, how often these women are looked at in the way I look at them. Not objects of simple lust. I appreciate the whole of them, not just tits and ass. When I desire a woman I want ALL of her. I don't want just the bits. I want to make her whole room disappear. Maybe that's why I'm so welcome here. When I look at them, even the men love to watch that.. When they dance for me then the men always want to see more.. They tip to see more. As we walk in I see a few familiar faces. We've been here before. A few male pairs of eyes turn our way, mostly for me.. I cut a stunning figure. I won't lie. Lithe and with auburn hair, hazelish eyes. I dress my body lovingly, to be noticed without looking that way. Today was no different. I wore a short skirt, not sinfully so, black and flared slightly so it licked at midthigh. I knew that if I bent just right it'd slide up enough to show the seam of my thigh high stockings. The choker (black leather and my public collar) and a simple red top that hugged my curves and showed off just enough cleavage as well as black ankle-strap high heels finished my look. Sex.. It was like wearing sex, and the eyes on my Master and me confirmed that. I slid into a small booth, followed by my Master. We snugged close together, me in the crook of his arm where I belonged. We watched silently, at first. We'd pick our favourite later. We'd done this a few more times. I remember the first time. He'd said he'd decided to give me a treat. I had no idea what treat he meant, but I obeyed and followed his directions. I dressed as sexily as I could, much like today, and he'd taken me here, to this very same strip bar. We'd watched and waited, going through several cycles of girls until he found the one he liked.. A gorgeous Asian woman.. She came right to us when she was finished, asking right out if we wanted a dance, a dance just for us. He told her no, and she seemed disappointed. I found out later that he'd been looking for that. He added, as an almost after thought, "I want to watch you dance for her," as he nodded his head to me. Oh, it felt like Christmas. If only you could have seen this girl. She couldn't have been more then five foot five inches, but she filled our space. Her scent seemed to be every place as she drew closer, musky and deep, dark as her eyes. They drew me in, those eyes. I followed them out of our booth and into a chair nearby. I loved watching those eyes. They were almond shaped, slanted gently. She kohled her lashes and lined her lower lids perfectly. It made her eyes look larger but accentuated their exoticness. And that hair. I can remember that hair. It draped over my arms like silk, dark, deep black silk, as she tossed her head and danced for me. I was careful, placing my hands at her hips gently. I knew I shouldn't. I knew that a man would be asked to stop, but she didn't tell me that. She let me caress my hands down her hips. I teased at the elastic of her g-string, never meaning to really remove it, and she laughed softly. She leaned in, whispering huskily in my ear, "I'd let you.. But," and she just shrugged her shoulders, turning to grind her ass against my lap. God.. I wanted her, he could see that.. So could the others.. And I knew the poor soul on the main stage wasn't getting the attention she probably deserved. I didn't care. This girl, this Asian morsel, she kept going, letting me loosen the strings of her top so it fell away. Then she turned again, her breasts at eye level. Perfect. That's all a person can think when faced with exactly that. I wanted to reach out and touch them.. But I knew that would be going to far.. She leaned in again, and her heated breath teased my ear lobe as she spoke again, "I think I want you." I blinked and replied softly, thinking she must be joking, "Really, is that you or the twenty dollar lap dance talking." Her only reply was wordless as she moved to straddle my left thigh, and my hand resting there. She dropped, grinding her groin against my thigh as well as my hand by default. I could feel it then, wet heat. God, she DID want me.. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, smirking. I don't know how he knew, but he knew.. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I enjoyed my dance silently, watching her bend, her face lower and near to my lap and her hands on my knees, back arching so it looked like a ramp to heaven. Before I knew what she was on about one of her hands snaked up my skirt, sliding past my stockings and to my crotch. She pressed her fingertips there and ran them up my exposed slit. I looked to her, eyes to her eyes and couldn't keep the surprise or the dreamy pleasure off my face. She tickled down my soaking wet pussy before removing her hand with aching slowness, licking her fingertips as she straightened and whispered softly, "The dance is free. Give me two hours." I blinked, watching her go, pausing only long enough to run her fingertips over my Master's lips. He smiled to her evenly, betraying no true emotion, and watched her go. I snugged back into the booth, speaking softly. "Do you know what she said?" I told him, word for word, and he only nodded. "We wait for her then," he whispered huskily into my ear, nipping at the lobe teasingly. And we did wait. We saw her again briefly, just long enough for her to drop a matchbook on our table. Inside she'd scrawled "Back entrance, twenty minutes." Obvious instructions. I didn't even know what to do or say.. Luckily he did. He picked up the matchbook and tucked it into his pocket and led me out of the booth and toward the front door. "You could use some air before we leave." We waited outside briefly, looking for her when the time was right. She came out, in jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. She looked just like she had inside though. Even in regular clothing she exuded sex, she WAS sex. Oh, I felt like I was dripping down my thighs as we walked to our car. I started to get into the front seat when I felt her hand grab mine. "Back here," she said with a little tug, indicating the back seat, "Please?" I looked to my Master and he nodded. I climbed in with her, and I wasn't sorry at all. She started in immediately, the moment after the door had closed. She tugged up my skirt, and I squeaked with surprise and unconvincing protest. She shushed me softly, and traced her hands up my thighs, taking my skirt higher until it was around my waist. "What if somebody can see in," I asked breathily? I could see his eyes in the rear view window and was asking him, but it was her that answered. "Then let them see. I don't care, and I don't think he cares either. And I know what you are to him. We see a lot of sex in that place, even the quiet kind that doesn't come from penetration." I gasped softly as she punctuated that word with a sudden press into me. Her fingertips teased in and out gently, slick and hot with my moisture. She traced them down my thighs slowly, and I could feel the tracks of wetness grow chilly as they cooled. "Already hot and ready. Is she always this way?" The question was to him, and he only nodded silently. I could tell he'd be taking a back seat to this whole event, only stepping in when he felt the need. She smiled at me and turned my hips a little, causing my back to fall against the car door. "Well, lets get a closer look then, shall we?" I gasped softly as she bent, pressing her lips to my slit. Her tongue teased gently, pressing my pussy lips open and into my burning hot hole. I cried out when she did that, and she laughed into my sex, causing a vibration of sensation that made my pussy clench and brought my hands to her hair. I twined them into those silken locks tightly, pulling her closer and more tightly into me. She lapped at my clit a few times before tearing herself free, smacking at my cunt lightly as she did. "No, no.. I think we'll have to wait now. You can't be that rough with me. I won't allow it. Now straighten up and tug your skirt down so you don't look indecent when you get out." I looked to Master with need on my face. "Do as she says, Love. She'll have nearly as much power over you tonight as I do. I'll be the deciding how far she goes, but she can do as she likes until she hits a point I decide is to far." I felt my stomach flip flop then. I couldn't believe what he'd said. It felt like almost too much, but I listened and obeyed. I didn't have a choice, and even if I did, well, would I have protested, REALLY protested? We arrived home, in what felt like forever, and went in. I felt so nervous, and in my own home. I hovered near the door, my hands nervously toying with each other as I watched them. My Master and this woman whose name I didn't even know. They chatted back and forth with ease, him showing her around. I watched them travel down the hall, toward our bedroom. I thought, "He surely isn't taking her there is he?" I stood, rocking from foot to foot nervously until he called for me.. And I? I came running. "I think you're overdressed," he said as I walked in and stopped just inside the doorway. I saw her sitting on the edge of our bed, watching thoughtfully. "Off with those," adding, "Slave!" in a gruff voice when I hesitated moments to long. I felt a little frightened suddenly. Nobody had ever seen us together, not like this, let alone some stranger. But I listened, god knows I wanted to obey. I slid out of my shirt and bent to help my skirt fall and pool around my ankles. I reached to undo one of the straps on my high heels when her voice stopped me, "Not just yet, I think. I like you in those. And that garter belt is to yummy to do away with." She beckoned me closer, and I moved into her reach. His hand met my ass in a stinging smack as I passed him to get to her, a reminder to obey him more quickly in the future. When I reached her she let her hands fall at my waist, fingers kneading gently into my flesh. Her face came to the level of my breasts, and I could feel her breath hot on my skin as she leaned in. Her teeth nipped at one of my nipples, bringing a soft cry from my lips. I shuddered gently and leaned into her, feeling my knees giving way a little. She responded by pulling me into her harder. I lost my footing and caught myself with one knee beside her thighs on the bed. "Mm, the other one too." I obliged, and brought my other knee up to straddle her lap. She continued to tease my breasts, nipping and suckling, marking my skin as she went. I responded by grinding my groin against her thighs, moaning in pleasure as my hands wound through her hair. She moved suddenly, strong for a girl of her size, and spilled me to the bed on my back. My legs hung over the edge, and I moved a little to pull my whole body onto the bed. Her hand on my belly stopped me. She stroked my skin gently, working from just below my breasts and past the softness of my navel and over black lace to the small rise of my lower abdomen and onto my pubis. Her hands traced along my labia, parting my lips slowly, and she looked carefully. I felt myself redden and began to pull my legs together suddenly embarrassed. She slapped my pussy gently. "No, keep them apart. I want to see what I've been kissing. So soft and smooth.. Why are you cheeks so red? It's beautiful. I love a woman's wet pussy. Don't you?" I knew that was for Master because her head had turned. "Hers is particularly lovely I think." I watched her nod in agreement, and she moved from the bed to kneel on the floor, her eye level a little higher then my sex. She looked to my face with an impudent smile and leaned in as if to get a closer look. I felt her tongue as she drew in, and I gasped, bucking my hips to her face. I shuddered softly and tossed my head side to side as she began teasing my sopping wet pussy. I looked to my Master, lust in my eyes. She kept at me.. Licking my slit, rubbing my clit with the flat of her tongue like a cat, all the while I cried out and whimpered in pleasure.. And she.. She moaned into my mound, seeming to enjoy it as much as I did. Perfect. Her hands took on their own life, teasing my lips, pressing into my tightness and fucking in and out as hard as any man could fuck a woman. She moved harder, faster, nipping and sucking at my clit roughly while she did. I felt my spine bow and hips forcefully press to her lips again. Her free hand went to one of my legs, and she hooked the knee over her shoulder, rising a little so my hips were raised and my thighs parted even more. Her hand fell to my now exposed ass, and she spanked it firmly. I heard it ring out and gasped for air as the sting and heat of it spread, my world swam before I blinked my eyes closed. It felt like to much. She arched my hips up further, and it felt almost like a man holding me up, fucking me, taking me. I'd never felt like this with a woman before. I felt like I was still my Master's. I was still his property, but I felt like she had taken a piece of me, owning that part right in front of him. Like she possessed a small part of me the way that he owned all of me, but I was only a loan for her to do with as she pleased, for now. I felt dizzy and like I was floating before I opened my eyes and turned my head to look to my Master, lust in my eyes and a little confusion. I came right as I looked to him, hard, my hips twitching against her lips and hands reaching to pull her head gently closer to my cunt. I cried out loudly, and he only watched as I felt my vision reel and my eyes closed again, my body exhausted. Another Makes Three Ch. 02 I woke slowly with a sense of displacement and no shortage of confusion. I sat up slowly, the room was dark except for a sliver of light from the slightly ajar bedroom door. I rubbed my eyes, thinking hard. Had I dreamt it? It felt real. But why had I fallen off to sleep if it had been real? Somebody had removed my left over clothing, my stockings, garter belt and shoes. I stood and moved to the light switch. The overhead glared to life, and I blinked a few times to readjust my eyes. No, my clothing was there, on the floor where I’d left it. Why had I basically passed out then? Was she real? Had I drunk at the club? But I couldn’t have. It was a hard rule. We never played with even a little liquor in either of our systems. I frowned then the frown deepened as I heard their voices, laughter streaming softly in from the living room down the hall. If it was real then why wasn’t he here with me? He always stayed beside me if any extreme reaction occurred and even if it didn’t. I was suddenly angry. No, not angry. I felt like a child who had been denied her way, what she was accustomed to. I padded down the hallway, following the voices, and stepped into the living room, my hands on my hips. I heard my voice as I stared at them both, a hint of whine crept in. “What are you two talking about?” What I really meant, and I think it was apparent, was, “Why aren’t you here, with me, Master?” I was pouting, actually pouting. They were sitting at the dining table, sharing a bite to eat. I felt jealousy. She seemed to be sitting so close to him, to attentive, leaning to far in to hear his words. I felt angry tears pierce my eyes, and I must have looked the part of the spoiled, petulant brat because not even seconds passed before he’d crossed the floor and slid a finger under the choker I wore, the ONLY thing I wore. He pulled me close, my lips inches from his, and he spoke roughly, breath hot on my face. “I suggest that you modify your behaviour and your tone.” I wriggled in his hold, tugging my head back and freeing myself. I opened my mouth to argue with him, to protest and ask what he was doing with this woman we’d only just met. Complete hypocrisy of course. But I never got the words out. His hands on my shoulders forced me to my knees roughly. My knees thudded to the floor painfully, and I bit back a small whimper. He cupped my chin tightly and forced me to raise my face, and I stared at him, tears in my eyes. They weren’t from pain but from growing anger. He glared at me in return and reached to tug loose my choker, his collar. He tossed it on the table in front of the woman and stalked off. I shook there, out of anger, avoiding looking at her. Master returned moments later, a strip of heavier leather in his hands. He buckled it around my throat and gripped one of the metal loops, tugging my head forward toward his groin. “Do you remember better now how to behave?” I blinked back tears, feeling like a fool, and whispered softly, “Yes, Master. But you…” I didn’t even have the chance to finish my sentence before he dragged me to my feet and propelled me to the couch. I found myself bent at the waist over an armrest, gripping the cushions for balance. “No, don’t.. I just.” My words were cut off as I sucked in a breath, the pain of the first slap shook me a little. He rarely spanked me that hard. It was reserved for moments when I really crossed the line. He spanked me several more times before letting me rest there, my face buried in a throw pillow. The heat had spread across my ass. It must have been as red as the haze that crossed my vision. I shivered slightly, overwhelmed and still feeling some degree of protest. I bit back any words I might have said and resented him a little. I felt humiliated. The woman sitting at the table has seen all of that. I didn’t know I was about to feel even worse. He grabbed me by the shoulders, forcing me to straighten and spun me around, sitting me on the armrest. He examined my face and nodded silently. I opened my mouth to speak before snapping it shut with a glance from him. He half led, half dragged me to the table, lifting me to sit on it’s top, their dinner shoved aside. The woman watched silently from her side of the table, and he leaned to speak. “Kneel for me, now.” I did as I was told, scrambling to keep balance and kneel atop the table. I found myself a little above his eye level. I situated myself, kneeling back on my heels with my thighs together. His hands forced them apart. I flushed brightly. I knew that I was wet, even in all this humiliation I was sopping. He saw it too and touched my knees gently with his hands. I felt my pussy clench at his closeness. So many confusing emotions. Anger. Want. Need. Lust. Outright and simple, needful lust. He placed his hand against my cunt, the heel of his hand against my clit, and curved his fingers inward. Two penetrated me deeply, and I rocked my hips in against them, my hands reaching for his shoulders. “No, lace them at the back of your neck.” I whimpered softly, placing my hands behind the leather of his collar and lacing my fingers together. It left me exposed completely. I felt my flush deepen, spreading across my cheeks and down my neck to pinken the swell of breasts now presented to him in a way that felt obscene by the lift of my arms. He kept his hand where it was, gripping me gently by my sex. He moved his hand, grinding the heel against my clit and moving his fingers. I moaned deeply, longingly. “You need to be reminded of who you belong to, whose THIS,” he punctuated that with another light tug and flex of his finger tips, “Is!” He looked deep into my eyes as he began to move his fingers slowly, rocking them in and out of my body. “Do you remember now?” I nodded silently and he gripped again, speaking more slowly but with that tone in his voice that made me both want him and want nothing but to please him, “Do you.. Remember now?” “Yes, Master. I remember,” I barely whispered. I could hardly speak. “Good. Then beg for me,” his hand moved with practiced ease, it shifted and his fingers began to work in and out of me at an even fiercer pace. The movement of his hand seemed to stimulate my clit with every motion, and I found myself crying out more and more, rocking my hips to meet his touch. “Beg for your Master’s permission to cum,” he growled into my ear, biting and tugging at my lobe while his other hand reached for my breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple roughly, and I cried out again.. “Please, Master.. Oh, please. I’m begging you to let me cum, Master. Please may I cum for you, Master?” I cried out more and more.. Shudders wracking my body as I drew closer and closer to orgasm. “Mm.. Yes, my pet, it pleases me to hear you beg, so wanton. You may cum. Because it pleases me, you may cum.” I whimpered again softly and came at his urging. I felt it wash over my body, causing my muscles to twitch both outside and inside, around his fingers. I slumped where I knelt, and he gently drew my hands away from the back of my neck, draping them around his shoulders. He gently lifted me, helping me stand on the floor for a moment. I clung to him tightly, burying my face against his chest. I pressed close and felt his hardness. I moaned softly, pressing my hips to his, even after that I wanted him still. He thrust me a little away from him and spoke roughly, his voice ragged with his own lust. “Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about that.” He pushed me gently to my knees again, my face at the level of his bulging pants. “You’ll suck me, little slave. Now.. I want you to do it now.” I glanced nervously to the woman who’d watched every moment of this, but his hand brought my attention to him again. “Ignore her, she will watch if she wants to, but this is not for you to decide. You’ll suck me dry either with or without her present, and you’ll start now.” His hand roughly twined into my hair and tugged my face to the front of his pants. I felt my pussy clench again, and there wasn’t anything I wanted in my mouth more then I wanted him. My hands fumbled with his pants, managing finally to undo and lower them, letting his manhood sprung free. I groaned softly. I wanted it so badly. My hands reached for him, and I closed one around the base of his cock, working up and down slowly as the other cupped his balls. My lips parted, and I leaned in, taking him into my mouth slowly. I leaned back a little, watching his face as he looked down at me. I began to suckle the head, licking at the very tip and teasing the underside. I don’t know how true it is, but I was always told that women don’t like to suck dick. I do. I enjoy it. I love the look on his face as I bring him that pleasure, and it turns me on. Every bit of it. I got wetter and wetter as I sucked him. Bringing him as deeply into my mouth as he’d fit with every movement. I fondled his balls as I went, squeezing them gently and teasing that bit of skin just behind them. He groaned softly, and I answered with a moan of my own. “You like this don’t you, slave? Bringing your Master pleasure. You love it when I cum in your mouth, don’t you?” I moved my mouth from his cock to answer, “Yes, Master. I do.” “It makes you wet doesn’t it? You’re soaked now aren’t you? Such a needful thing. You wish it was buried between your legs don’t you?” I nodded, my hand working up and down his length, “Yes, Master,” hope in my voice. He chuckled softly, “Not yet, little slave. Maybe if you ask our friend nicely enough…..” He left it hanging in the air, the potential. I looked to her, and she looked thoughtful, watching us with appreciation. I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, feeling suddenly so shy and timid. There I knelt, sucking my Master’s cock right in front of her, but I was to embarrassed to ask her to come closer, to finger fuck me ‘til I came. But I thought it.. My face must have shown the conflict I felt because she came closer and knelt on the floor beside me, facing my side, “You want my hand between your legs, don’t you?” She asked so matter of factly as she reached a hand to caress my breasts. I nodded silently. “Tell me how badly.” I looked from her face to my Master’s and managed to formulate words, “Please, I want to feel your hand between my legs…” She raised a brow, it hadn’t been enough.. I gulped back an almost sob of intense want. “Please, I need to feel your hand, your mouth.. Anything! Please, I want to feel you between my legs while I suck my Master’s cock.” She smiled softly to me, almost sweetly and nodded. “You asked so nicely, how could I say no?” with that she reached to rest her hand between my legs while her other fell to my lower back, kneading my flesh as she fingered me slowly. I dropped my mouth back to my Master’s cock, sucking with even more vigour. I moaned softly with her touch and the feeling of him fucking into and out of my mouth. He groaned more, and I cried out softly as her thumb found that small nub. She played me easily, and I began to moan and cry out with more intensity even as my Master’s hands laced into my hair, pulling me in tightly. “There, just like that,” he gasped out as he held my head still briefly and began to thrust against my lips, truly fucking my mouth and quickening our pace. He loosened his hold enough so that I could move my head again. I sucked him harder as he growled softly, my own cries coming more quickly and raggedly. Her hand between my legs brought me off easily, and I cried out once more around his girth. As I shuddered, moving my mouth up and down his length, he met me. His hands grasped tightly into my hair, forcing my mouth to stay at the base of his cock while he brought my face tightly to my grown. He came then, with a shivering groan, his groin pressed tightly to my mouth as I swallowed every drop and suckled every bit that was left. He eventually let my head go, gently touching my cheek as he slid free with a long, low moan of pleasure. “Good girl. Such a good girl, and so attentive to your Master’s needs.” I licked my lips and looked up at him, the woman’s presence all but forgotten, until she spoke as her hand slid free from my cunt. “And what about MY needs?” Another Makes Three Ch. 03 My eyes blinked fiercely as I knelt there at my Master’s feet. I realized then that I was blinking back tears. Before I knew it I’d leaned in, resting my forehead against his knees as my shoulders shook silently. I felt my cheeks heat and redden. What was I doing here? What was I doing with her? What sort of person was I? We’d always kept to ourselves. We never shared this side of us with anybody. We had friends we knew that were similar, one submissive and one dominant, but nobody had ever seen us this way. I hugged his knees silently, feeling so small and almost dirty. Her eyes were on me. I could feel them, but all I wanted was for her to disappear. For god’s sake, I didn’t even know this woman’s name! What sort of slut must I be?! I felt hands on my shoulders, my Master’s hands. He slowly pulled me to stand, and I released my grip on his legs as he did. He held me close, tightly to his chest, stroking my hair as he spoke softly to the woman. “I think your needs will be dealt with. But we need a little time for ourselves. Even though I know she’s wanted this for a long time, something this raw and intimate can be quite overwhelming on execution. I’m sure you understand. Make yourself comfortable.” She must have agreed because I didn’t hear the door as she retreated nor her voice in argument. I simply heard the padding of my own feet as he led me down the hallway to our bedroom. His hands guided me to sit on the edge of the bed, and I kept my head down, my hair hiding my face. He moved, crouching down in front of me and gently petting my hair back from my eyes. “Look at me,” his finger tips lifted my chin, but I kept my eyes lowered. I couldn’t look at his face, into his eyes. “Look.. At.. Me..” His voice commanded me, and I looked to him, tears sliding from my eyes. “What are you feeling?” Such a simple question, yet I couldn’t find the answer. I stared at him, confused and tried a few times to express my emotions. I kept loosing my thoughts the second before I tried to say them out loud. I took a few deep breaths at his prompting before trying again. “So many things.” I tried to be as frank and truthful as possible, and in that instant all my feelings came pouring out of me, tripping over each other. So many conflicting emotions. “Humiliated, turned on, dirty, slutty, like I must be a horrible person for feeling aroused by something that seems so wrong.” He nodded and took my hands, “All logical. You aren’t slutty and you aren’t a horrible person. I think it feels that way because you were so intimate with another person other then me. But you’re forgetting that I knew it was a fantasy you had.. I wanted this for you. I know you wanted it too. Now you feel like you did something wrong, and you didn’t. Do you understand that?” I nodded, not really believing it. He sighed softly, my face betraying how I really felt. “Let me show you that you’re still loved by me. I still want you and want to own you. You could never do anything to shake that. Everything that has happened here so far has been at my pleasure, but for your pleasure too.” I nodded silently and he gently wiped my tears. “We do have another matter to deal with. Your behaviour.” I bit my lower lip roughly. I’d been so willful, so disobedient. I knew I’d embarrassed him and even hurt him in a way by behaving so poorly. He gently prodded my lip free of my teeth. “I know what brought it on, and I don’t condemn the feeling, only the reaction. You have more self control than that, and I was disappointed that you couldn't wield it better." I felt tears return to my eyes. I knew I’d disappointed him, and there was very little that burned deeper than that for me. I reached to hug him gently and murmur into his neck, “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll try harder, my Master. I promise.” He gently disengaged me, but not before he kissed my forehead lovingly. “I know that you are truly repentant, but your lesson isn’t over. I want you to do something for me now. I’m asking you to do this because you want to show me that you’ve learned. This will be a lesson in humbleness and humility for you.” I blinked and understood. Humiliation and humility were two different things. To be humble was to show humility. I didn’t show that trait earlier, and he had humiliated me in his own way to place me back in that state. Humility is necessary in a person, not just a slave. I could not be his slave, though, and not be humble. It’s the nature of things. I nodded and whispered softly, “What do you want me to do?” He nodded and let go of my hand, standing and moving away from me. “You’ll crawl for me, but you won’t only crawl across the room. You will crawl to your shoes and fetch them in your teeth to the closet. Than you will fetch me your garter belt and stockings. I want the clothing you wore when she fucked you.” I began to open my mouth. It felt like it was too much. He stopped me before I could say anything. “No, I am asking you to do this, but I will order you if I must. I want this from you because you need to better realize your place as my slave. I love you as a woman and my lover, but you chose to be my slave. That cannot continue if you don’t respect your place in that. I’m not asking you to crawl and fetch because I think that you are an animal. I’m asking you to do this because you need to learn how to crawl at your Master’s command. To follow my directions and orders even when you don’t like what it is I ask you to do.” I blinked a few times, forcing back tears. I understood the purpose of the lesson and voiced that, “I understand, Master. I’ll do what you ask.” I looked to him and slowly slid to the floor, settling to my hands and knees. As I began to crawl I felt embarrassed. I felt so ridiculous. I felt silly and more then a little moronic. Naked and collared and crawling for him.. But then I looked to his face. His eyes were full of lust. Then it dawned on me.. I was naked…. Collared… And crawling.. FOR him. The tone of what I felt changed and I felt my features change a little to reflect that. I felt animalistic. I didn’t feel like an animal though. I felt felinesque and that sensation infused itself into my movements. I slowed my crawl, stretching my body with each motion. My muscles lengthened and their movements began to feel sensual. When I reached my shoes I leaned my face down slowly, turning my head so my hair didn’t cover it. I looked up to him, my eyes darkening with want. I let my tongue dart out and tease at the leather of one ankle strap before I carefully took it in my teeth with an almost purr. I lifted it and fetched the other as well, crawling to the closet to leave them there. I knew I’d be wet every time I wore them after today. Next, I crawled to my garter belt and stockings. I crawled just for him, and I knew he loved it. He sat on the edge of the bed as he watched me. I picked them up and carried them to him slowly, teasing him with the swing of my hips and lift of my ass. I watched his face as I drew near and deposited the silky things in his lap. I dared a quick nuzzle there. He slid his hands into my hair tightly, tugging my head up and forcing me to kneel tall as he kissed my lips roughly, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I groaned into his kiss, and pressed tightly to him. He kept his hand in my hair, almost tugging me to my feet by it as he stood. Before I could speak he turned me and pushed me back on the bed, his hand around one of my wrists while the other remained in my hair and his body bent over mine. I curled a leg around his hips, raising mine to meet his. My cunt throbbed with an incredible ache. I wanted him, and that was all I could think of.. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t realize what was happening until it was already done. I found my hands bound to the wrought iron of our headboard by the lace of my garter belt and his body was suddenly absent. I cried out softly in painful want. He only watched silently a moment as I lifted my hips, parting my legs widely and trying to entice him with the clear view of my soaking wet pussy. He laughed softly, and I reddened. “Mm, my slave is needful again. How needful are you?” I bit my lips closed, glaring at him. “Not needful enough apparently.” He grabbed one of my ankles next, and I kicked my foot a little. A slap of his hand to my inner thigh calmed me, and I lay still, shivering gently and feeling a soft glaze of sweat begin to cover my body. “Please, Master.. Please let me free. I want you, Master. I want to feel you inside me. Please..” I begged as well as I could, meaning every word. Their last sound was bit off with a small whimper as he tied my foot to the foot board with one stocking before moving to the other, leaving me spread widely apart on the bed and restrained completely. “When I want, slave. Now lay still and let me look at you.” He did, and I blushed as he walked slowly around the bed, staring at my naked and vulnerable body the whole time. As he turned and came back the other way he began to touch me.. He brushed his hand across my breasts. He tweaked a nipple. He stroked down the swell of my belly. He brushed a calf, a knee, an inner thigh. He teased the barest tip of his finger down my slightly parted slit. “Whose is this?” “Yours, Master!! Yours.” I groaned and bucked my hips. He slapped my cunt gently, “Stay still. What is it?” I blushed brightly and knew what he wanted me to say, “My pussy, Master.” He slapped it a little more firmly, “Your what?” I sucked in a soft breath, and my spine arched. I answered breathlessly, “My slave pussy, Master..” He nodded and smiled appreciatively down at me and pressed his finger a little more firmly so it slid between my lips. “Good girl, such a good slave.” He began to run his finger tip up and down the length of my slit, just inside so that it gathered moisture and the smallest amount of friction teased my clit. I moaned softly, lifting my hips to try and bring more pressure. But as I pressed he retreated, and when I retreated he pressed. It became a dance, him controlling the steps the whole way. The less I moved like I was trying to force him to move the way I wanted and the more I moved with him and yielded then the more he gave me. His touches grew more and more firm, fingers beginning to fuck in and out of me as I moved to greet each motion. He bent and lapped gently at my clit, and I cried out, spots of colour behind my now tightly closed eyes. He continued, and I felt him moan into my cunt. His own pleasure was apparent, and that only served to turn me on even more. I began to move with more and more frenzy, and he mirrored it. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as I drew closer and closer to orgasm until… “Please, Master.. Please, may I cum for you? I need to cum, Master! Oh please let me cum. I’m begging you to let me cum.” The second those words left my lips his hand left my pussy, and I collapsed back on the bed with a wail. I wriggled in place, oh so close and denied. I couldn’t even help myself, and he only watched, a bemused expression on his face. I felt my body, so close to orgasm and forbidden it, back away from the sensation. It slipped from my reach, and I felt tears come again. He was at my side at that instant, rubbing them from my eyes before I could cry. “No, I want you to cum when I fuck you..” He called then, called for the woman. She entered slowly, looking to me as he gently untied my hands and feet, helping me to sit. “I want you to cum when I fuck you while your face is buried in her cunt.” I suddenly felt very, very lucky. Another Makes Three Ch. 04 Our eyes met, mine and this woman's. I felt a flush flood my face, and I stared at her. I'll admit that. I stared at her with renewed hunger. My fears had been assuaged, and I wanted her. I wanted to make her scream and cry out and moan. I wanted my face pressed as tightly to her wetness as I could get. I wanted all that and my Master's cock.. I guess, not to be crude, I wanted my pussy and to eat it too. My Master stepped back to let me slide from the bed, and I walked to her slowly. I felt so alive. She looked at me with similar hunger, and I circled her, like a lioness circling her pray. We reached to each other as I came around, tugging ourselves into each other's arms for a kiss. I couldn't remember if I'd kissed her yet. If I had then it must have been a nothing kiss because this one.. This one was filled with such desire, unchained and completely freed desire. I held nothing back as I kissed her, and she me. My tongue tasted hers. I pressed against her, molding my body to her curves with ease. It was like I'd been her lover for our entire lives. My body knew hers, and it responded. My thighs felt damp, and I wanted to feel her skin against mine with a sense of almost desperation. I began to tear her clothing free. Her shirt was over her head and tossed aside before either of us had taken our next breath. I fumbled with her bra a little and felt a fool. I should be well practiced at that, but my lust and the power of it made my fingers trip over themselves. When I finally got it free and dropped it we were both laughing into our kiss. The quality of this intimacy was different. She wasn't a dominant personality in it. She was just a lover. She wanted me, and I wanted her. I just wanted to feel her. We tumbled to the bed, giggling like girls years younger then we were. All the negativity I'd been feeling had vapourized. I struggled to yank off her shoes, stroking the arch of her foot as I removed the first. She shivered and giggled more. It tickled her. I caressed again, moving to the top of her foot and traveling up her ankle, up the fabric of her jeans. She quieted, watching my face with hooded eyes. I looked to her face as my finger passed her waistband and brushed against her belly button. "I didn't even notice this," as I fingered the dangly piercing through her navel. A Playboy Bunny with a pink, rhinestone eye. I smiled and traced around her navel gently, watching her features as I slowly undid the snap of her jeans. The sound of the zipper seemed like the longest sound on earth as it too was done away with. She lifted her hips for me as I tugged at her jeans, my finger tips hooking into her panties and drawing them down in the same moment. I bent as they revealed her pussy, nuzzling against the start of her pubic hair to breath in her scent. She was as aroused as I was, and I could smell the scent of sex on her. I kissed the mound of her pubis gently and felt her skin goosebump as a soft sigh escaped her. I straightened, finishing the removal of her pants, and caressed my hand gently against her pubic hair. It was soft to the touch, shiny and black. I kept myself clean shaven for my Master, but I love a woman's body in every way, clean shaven or not. I bent again and nuzzled into that snatch of hair, shifting to kneel between her knees as I did. I breathed again, more deeply, before diving into her hot cunt. I had felt it radiating its want and couldn't keep myself from it anymore. She moaned softly and caressed my hair as I did, her hips rising only a little to meet my lips. I kissed her slit softly, not yet working my way in. I refused to rush, and her hands tightened in my hair. I knew she wanted me to hurry, but I refused her. Instead, I yanked my head free and straightened, moving to straddle her hips. My own pussy must have felt as hot as the sun. I felt my nether lips trace against her skin and shuddered. It felt so slick, my tender skin against hers. She reached for me, and I bent to her embrace. My breasts pressed against hers, and I shuddered again. Our lips met, and we kissed deeply. I rocked against her gently, my groin sliding against her skin and leaving its heat behind. She spoke then, murmuring softly into my ear as she ran her finger tips through my hair, "I want you.. Now." I obliged her, moving with easy grace to settle between her legs again. I stroked my hands between them, petting up her inner thighs and parting her as widely as she could be. With a soft moan of pleasure I lowered my face to her sex, parting her lips with my tongue and teasing her clit with feather touches. I felt a hand against my ass and a sharp smack shook me, thrusting me forward and burying my face more deeply into her. I moaned into her heat and lifted my hips, my thighs parting naturally as I did. I heard my Master's chuckle before the second spank came, followed by immeasurable others. I began to tongue her more furiously, lapping at her clit and pressing one then two fingers into her. I fucked her like she had fucked me, slowly then faster and faster. The bed shifted a little, and I heard the rustle of fabric as Master settled behind me. He stroked his hands down my back and toward my head, grasping my hair and yanking it, forcing my back to arch to his will and my face to turn. My fingers remained within her, only pausing a moment as he leaned and kissed me deeply. His tongue forcing into my mouth. The taste of his saliva mingled with the taste of her juices, and it only made me hotter. I cried out into his kiss, working my ass against his already rigid cock. He knew I wanted it and only laughed as he broke our kiss, pushing me from him so that I fell back to her. My face rejoined her cunt, and I began with even more vigour, one of my hands reached to fondle and roughly squeeze one of her breasts even as his hands fell to do the same to mine. He slowly worked his touch toward my belly and around my outer thighs. His hands dipped between them from behind, and he parted me more widely, toying with my sex. He rubbed his whole hand against my cunt, finger tips pressing against my clit as he did, and I raised my hips for him, pressing back against his touch. He obliged by teasing me more, his other hand slapping my ass again as he did. "You want it, don't you, slave? You want it all inside you!" I moaned and whimpered all at once, lifting my lips to answer, "Yes, Master.. Oh please, Master. Please, let me feel your cock inside me!" I begged for it. I wanted it desperately. "Beg harder. Harder then that," another smack rained down as he spoke. "Please, Master. Your slave begs you to take her. Please, Master. I want to feel you cum inside me. I'm begging you to mark me inside, Master!" I cried this out loudly, and the woman seemed to respond to it too. My begging seemed to bring even more wetness from her. "It would please me to make use of my slave, I think. You want to feel me mark you inside? You want me to fill you with my seed? You want me to take you, fuck you and only stop when I've decided to," he demanded, his voice rough, deep, harsh. "Yes, Master.. Please, yes," I choked a little. My body aching with want. He gave it to me then, inching his hard cock into my cunt bit by bit and with terrible slowness. I moaned softly, long and low, my lips returning to the woman's pussy as I did. She shivered and arched her hips to my touch, curling her fingers into my hair as she did. My Master's hands reached around my body as he bent over my back, working his hardness in and out of me slowly. He caressed a hand against my breast, pinching my nipple. I cried out as soft pain exploded through me. It aroused me more, and he pinched again, teasing it between his finger tips before sliding his hand down my side to my hip. He smacked it softly, and I cried out. I felt his body shiver against me, and he picked up his pace. His hand reached around my body and found my clit easily. I shuddered and began to move my hips with his thrusts. The woman beneath me cried out again, more loudly, her body arching free of the bed. I felt new moisture and heat flood my tongue and lapped it up as she came. Her hand caressed my cheek gently as she slid out from under me. I raised a little up, watching her settle against the headboard and watch us. Perhaps an hour ago I would have felt self conscious at her eyes on us, but now it just felt hot.. Incredibly hot. I loved that she was watching us. As I settled more onto all fours with my Master fucking me from behind I cried out again, calling for my Master. His response was to pull free of me and place a hand under my body, flipping me easily to my back. He seemed to tower over me, and I had a wonderful view of his cock. I raised my hips, beckoning him into me again, "Please, Master.. More.. Fuck me, Master!!" I'd exclaimed it so loudly and meant every bit. He didn't deny me and pressed into me again. This time it was quick and almost hurt as his hips met my skin. He began to fuck me hard. I closed my eyes and felt his teeth scraping my breasts, biting my nipples roughly and leaving marks on my skin. I loved it. I began to cry out more and more, cry for him to go harder, faster. More. I wanted more and more and more. I felt like an animal in heat while he fucked my cunt, fucked me.. My hips moved with his, and I gasped for air as I grew closer and closer to cumming. "Please, Master. Please, I'm going to cum. Please give me permission to cum, Master." He only grunted, denying me with that one sound. I continued to beg, "Please, oh please, Master. I can't stop myself. Please, Master. Please let me cum for you. I want to cum for you. Oh please, Master. I'm begging you to let me cum." He growled out then, his finger tips falling roughly to my clit, pressing and rubbing it with no mercy, "Yes, slave.. Cum for me now! Cum for your Master!!" His touch sent me over, and I did. I came hard, spots dancing behind my eyes. My pussy walls clamped tightly around him, spasming as my body shuddered and hips jumped up toward his. He came with me then, his own back arched a little as he straightened. He pressed deeply into me, staying inside as he jerked and twitched inside my body, emptying his seed into me. I moaned softly, my body falling limp on the bed, sweat coating my skin. I reached for him, and he lay beside me, pulling me to his chest. I curled there with a soft sigh, smiling deeply when I felt a second warm body at my back. All for me. This has been all for me. I loved his little surprises. I remembered all this as we sat in the same booth we always sat in. The same woman was on stage now.. She saw us and raised a slow brow. She's warmed our bed a few more times since that night, each one as explosive. Other girls had been there too.. But my Master only ever fucked me.. Perfect. Simply perfect.. Master echoed my thoughts, "Perfect.. Her," he pointed a little toward a red haired beauty with luminescent, porcelain skin. "Her. What do you think of her?" As I leaned in to speak into his ear and nip his lobe, "Perfect, Master."