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One, Two, Three?

By: MichelinB



I was to meet him near the falls at the end of the river at midnight. A beautiful spot, especially on that warm moonlit night. Making my way along the rocky, moss covered riverbank, I caught a comforting glimpse of him swimming naked in the river and diving below the surface. His face lit up when he noticed me and gestured for me to join him. Excitedly, I shed my clothes and dove into the luke warm river. Dex swam over to me, the water droplets glistened on his skin in the lucid rays of the moon. His dark blond mane slicked back to the middle of his spine. He welcomed me in an bear hug embrace and an x-rated kiss. His mouth was warm, his lips were soft, and all I could think about was feeling that mouth all over the rest of me. Our bodies were entwined beneath the water, his cock growing solid against my leg.

Dex was the epitome of the alpha male; a visual confection of all that it is salacious; a ribald man flavored with chivalry. Most women, at least the women I know, would cream their panties at the tiniest of glances cast their way by this abundantly skilled, sensuously experienced, licentious gypsy. Don't get me wrong, it begins and ends in the bedroom; Dex is not the marrying kind, but rather, a philanderer; and so he should be; for the benefit of all womankind.

We swam closer to where the water pools at the bottom of the falls; we could touch bottom there making it easy to climb out. Escalating layers of rock stretched to the top of the falls like giant, uneven stairs; a beautiful, natural landscape. As I was admiring the gorgeous scenery, I noticed Dex waving at someone. I glanced up in the direction he was looking and saw the silhouette of a man. A slight panic surged through my veins. What was happening here? Was he suggesting a threesome? That's a wee bit bold, I thought to myself. Dex's friend stepped out of the shadows, in all his naked glory; a carbon copy of Dex. If I were a gambling woman, I might have bet that they were related. He smiled down at me and instantly, I felt that all too familiar, pulsating throb between my legs as the visual stimulation kicked in. My panicked state hastily turned to libidinous anticipation. He introduced this glorious stranger as his friend, Van. 

Still lounging in the shallows, Dex bussed my lips once again; harder this time, pruriently raising the stakes. His mouth possessed mine, my neck, my breasts. His hands cupped my face, massaged my breasts, explored their way to my sensitized pussy. His hands were large; long fingered, with a wide knuckle bed. I had to widen my legs to accommodate his welcomed, invading hand. I heard myself gasp as his thumb found my clit. My eyes closed, my head fell back to the water as I basked in the introduction of pleasure. When I opened my eyes, they fell directly upon his friend watching from the rock ledge, stroking his hard cock. Dex lifted me up out of the water and sat me at Van's feet. He spread my legs wide along the rocky edge and mouth-dived into my pussy. God, that man had talent in the pussy eating department. His fingers expertly found all the right places as his mouth hungrily consumed my pulsing cunt. 

I turned to see where Van was, and he was right there, cock in hand and guiding it toward my mouth. I was implausibly ruttish. Insouciantly I opened my mouth, and let him in. I started slowly; his cock was average in length, but thick in girth and unlubricated. I licked his length a few times in preparation for the blow job of his life; after all, I had some skills of my own.

Dex jumped out of the water onto the rock ledge to join us and stood beside me, across from his friend. I got onto my knees and simultaneously sucked both of their cocks; massaging a set of balls in each hand. They each reached for my breasts, casually groping them paying equal attention to my hardened nipples.

Directly behind us was another rock ledge with a large, soft blanket strewn over it's rough layers. Dex sat himself down and laid back, gesturing for me to follow. He gently pushed my head down to continue sucking him off while Van dropped to his knees, taking the opportunity to have a taste of my pussy. I was enthralled; unable to ponder any thought other than the intense pleasure that I was receiving, and let's face it, the pleasure that I was giving. They were both breathing heavy, emitting sounds of pleasure and moaning aloud; music to my ears.

Van's mouth explored the valley between my legs, suckling it's delicate excrescence. I felt his fingers exploring the flexure of my ass; soaking it with my own sticky arousement. Without warning, his finger was inside my rear and another in my pussy; and damn if I wasn't being escorted through the threshold of the deviant pleasure realm. I suddenly realized what these boys had in store for me: double penetration. I was lecherously aroused, and a little leery at the same time.

I was being savagely kissed by my lover's friend. His hot, wet mouth consumed mine. His tongue plunged in, invading, tempting my own to duel. His hands were all over me, and so were Dex's. Groping, rubbing, petting, I was slowly drowning in the euphoric pleasure.

The backs of Dex's knees hugged the edge of the rock tier where we were standing. Dex sat up and spun me around so that my back was to him. He guided me down onto his rock hard cock. Van's eyes were on me while Dex impaled me; his hands firmly fondled my bouncing tits.

I felt Dex's grip on my waist lifting me up off of him. Vans' hands came around me to spread my ass cheeks apart while Dex spread the moisture between my legs up to my asshole, then guided the head of his dick into my back door. Van lowered his head to kiss me, while Dex's cock was being eased into my virgin ass. The visual stimulation was imperceptibly more lustful, than the physical. My body was like a temple, being worshiped, every one of my needs being tended to. I had never experienced wanton lust on that level before that night. 

Moments later, Dex's cock was fully inserted in my ass, filling the tight corridor. Both of them could sense my discomfort, and patiently waited for my body to adjust. Slowly, Dex pulled me down across him; my back pressed against his hard, muscled chest. I could feel his gentle breath on my neck. Van was standing in front of us on the ledge below; a perfect height for what was about to happen.

I was relaxed and feeling the pleasure of the anal fucking I was being given, Van grabbed my legs and spread them wide. He smiled when he felt how wet I was. He wasted no time shoving his thick, hard cock into me and I cried out feeling sensations unfamiliar to me. I felt full, protected. I felt a hunger, like I'd never known; a bottomless pit of need; an unquenchable thirst; an animal in heat, giving it up to every male in site. 

Van was pummeling me like an engine's piston. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last. I couldn't control my breathing, it was rapid and heavy. I was gasping and whining loudly; the pleasure was intense. I felt my body writhe beneath the four large hands caressing my body, my breasts, my nipples, my legs; the two hot mouths on my neck, my breasts; two hard cocks inside of me, filling me. This was lewd and obscene and made me more horny than I'd ever been before. I knew I was ready to come; and so did my lovers.

Dex slowed his thrusting movements down and reached his hands around me to spread my pussy open. Van kept a strong steady pace, placed his fingers on my clit and immediately found the hot spot, rubbing it expertly. I cried out with a violent scream of pleasure. My body releasing the pent up tension, my muscles tensing and relaxing through the climax. I wanted to relish the moment, prolong the glorious sensations, and the wave continued. A multiple? I couldn't believe it; I was still whimpering with pleasure, still feeling the surge of release running through my body minutes later. I could see the slight little smile on Van's face; he knew I was still coming: by his hand. 

I was exhausted and ultimately pleasured. In knowing that, both of my lovers picked up their pace to take their own pleasure. Dex came first. I figured he was ready to, and just holding out for me, after all his dick was in my ass. He drove his pelvis into my ass while holding me down by my hair with one hand, and pushing down on my stomach with the other. His verbal release was erotically delicious to my ears.

His hands came around to my inner thighs spreading them wide so Van could take his own pleasure. I could tell Van was enjoying the view as I laid there, spread out before him. He started pumping me harder; his moans and breaths were through clenched teeth. He was grabbing at my breasts, rubbing my clit. He put his hand around my throat; claiming me. He was quickly losing control and going to blow. I could feel my muscles distending from the pressure of Dex's hands spreading my thighs. I couldn't believe it, but I was going to come again...

Van was going to come too; he drove his thick, hard cock so far inside me, that he smashed against my cervix. His thrusts were so powerful; I arched up off of Dex, offering my body to him. I was his for the taking. I had never heard a man come in such an annoying rhythmic beat; like the sound of a digital alarm clock ...

Wait a minute; no! NO

One...Two...Three



"Oh, god, this feels great," I say, sinking slowly into the steaming water. "Hey, you got to try this!"

"We're coming!" Amanda says, shouting out of the house. Soon she runs out of the house, shouting "Oh, it's cold, oh it's cold!" She jumps into the water.

You, showing off your manliness, saunter out to the hot tub slowly, and take your time getting in. Both Amanda and I smile. "Ooh, that was impressive," I joke.

"You know it!" you shoot back, still standing. I look at Amanda, smiling mischeviously... suddenly, we both shoot forward and flag you. "Oh shit! Damn you!" you shout, quickly sitting in the water and pulling your pants up. We both just giggle and slide over next to you, both on either side. I put my hand on your knee, and slowly slide it up your leg and I start going under your swimming trunks. Amanda has slid her hand up your arm and down your chest and is playing with your waistband. "Uh, isn't this a little weerd for you two?"

"Not really," I answer. "Amanda?" She just shakes her head. "See?" I say, pressing my body against yours and whispering into your ear. I flick my tongue out and lick your neck, and then your earlobe. "Do you?" I whisper into your ear.

Before you get a chance to answer, Amanda says "I don't know if he believes us... maybe we should prove it?" At that I lean forward and kiss her lightly on the lips. Then her mouth parts and her soft tongue slid out into my mouth. I move forward onto your lap and cup one of her breasts through her bikini top. She reaches around me and attempts to undo the top of my bikini. However, she can't do it. She then takes your hands and puts them onto my back. Breaking the kiss, she says "Help me."

You fumble with the knot, but manage to undo it. I finish removing it and drop it into the water. Amanda breaks the kiss and licks a line down my throat and starts sucking on my breast. I moan and lean my head back. I open my eyes and turn my head to look at you. I lean forward and kiss you, parting your lips with my tongue and exploring your mouth. Amanda then says "Hey! My turn!" and I break the kiss, sliding off of your lap. She throws her leg over your lap and straddles you, kissing you with passion. At the same time I undo her top, and slide it off, dropping it too into the water. She moves your hands up from her waist onto her breasts. Her nipples are hard and swollen, from the cold and other things. I tickle her and she breaks off the kiss laughing.

"Do you believe us now?" she asks, sliding off of your lap and sitting down across from you as I slide over next to her.

"Yeah," you answer in a slightly shaky voice.

"David," I say, "Take off your swimming trunks."

You get a mildly perplexed look on your face and as you start Amanda says "I think we should too, just to be fair."

We all stand up and finish stripping, dropping them into the water, and promptly sitting down again. "You look a little excited there, David," I say, gesturing to your hard-on.

"How the hell could you not expect me to be?" you answer. "Get over here you too!"

"I don't think he asked nicely enough. Do you Meaghan?" asks Amanda, turning to me. I shake my head. "Will you ask nicely?"

"Come over here, please, baby. So I can give you an orgasm that'll make everything else pale in comparison," I say, my voice deep with lust. She slides over and I slide my hand up her thigh and down. I cup her and say "You feel wet," and start laughing hysterically.

"If you're going to laugh at me," she says in indignation, barely holding in her laugh as well, "then I guess I'll have to make you come first!" She leans down over my breast and starts sucking hungrily, nibbling and pulling. I arch my back in appreciation just as she slides two fingers up into my pussy. "Ah..." is all I can get out. She starts working at it, rolling my clit with her fingers and my areola with her tongue and teeth. My breathing gets heavier and heavier, soon coming out in shaky gasps. "Oh my god, I'm coming!" I scream, and stop breathing for a moment. Afterwards I moan loudly and slide down deep into the water as Amanda slides away.

"You are amazing," I finally say. "But we need to move out of this water and inside if I'm going to retaliate." I look over at you. "David, are you okay?" I ask.

"It's my turn. Good god it's my turn. We're going inside," you say, standing up. You're so hard that you're nearly vertical, and nearly 7 and a half inches long. However, once the cold hits you, it calms down a little. Amanda and I jump out of the water and sprint back to the house, you not far behind. Once you've entered, I shut and lock the door behind you.

"Lay down on the floor," I command. "Mandy, do you mind if I...?"

"No, it's fine," she answered.

I lean down and kiss you, letting my hands roam. When they find your cock, they start caressing it, softly, teasingly. I kiss your neck, your chest, your stomach, licking softly. You finally push my head down until my cheek is against your hot shaft. Starting at the base, I lick up to the head, and circle the ridge. I flick the head back and forth quickly with my tongue, and you groan as precum starts coming out. I take the head in my mouth, grabbing your cock tightly at the base. I start swirling my tongue around the head, and then start bobbing my head up and down. You can feel the back of my throat against the head, and my tongue is still moving. I pick up my efforts, and you can feel that you're about to cum. You open your eyes and lock eyes with Amanda, who is masturbating. Suddenly, she throws her head back and starts saying "oh god, oh god, oh god..." This pushes you over the edge, and you start to come in my mouth. You feel me sucking and I swallow all of it and don't let go until you stop.

Amanda crawls over to us, and takes one of your hands. "Finger fuck me," she says pleadingly, laying back and spreading her legs. "Please." You move towards her and draw a line from her ankle to her pussy with your finger, tantalizing her. I crawl up and kiss her. "Mmmm, oh, god, please David, please!" she says, beginning to writhe on the floor. You slide one finger into her hot hole, curling and uncurling it, causing her hips to buck. I take one of her nipples in my mouth, rolling the other with my finger. You insert another, and then with your other hand start rolling her clit. This causes her to moan, and then she starts breathlessly saying "David, god, make me come. Please, oh fucking make me come, please. oh god..." she starts bucking her hips in a rhythm, and you use it to move your fingers in and out quickly. "Ah..... ah..... oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming. oh god!" She finally shrieks once, long and loud, and lies back, a light sheen covering her body.

As she's recovering her breath, I crawl up to you and start stroking you, and soon you're ready again. "Lie down," I say again, but this time I'm asking, begging. You lay back against the soft carpet and I lay down on top of you and kiss you savagely. I slide my body down yours slowly, until my wet pussy is against your hot, hard dick. I raise my hips and then sit up onto your pole. I start riding you, hands on your chest. You roll us over so you're on top and we're in missionary position. A rhythm starts, and you feel my tight wet pussy walls contract and release. I close my eyes and grip the carpet as I open my mouth and suck in air. "Fuck me harder David. Please. Oh god, fuck me, fuck me." You start pumping faster, and can feel you're about to come. I arch my back as orgasm after orgasm hits me. You can't hold it any longer and you cum into me in one long load. Collapsing on top of me, you look over to see Amanda asleep. We move over to where she is and curl up with her and fall asleep, to continue, perhaps, in the morning.



One...Two...Three.



A lot of the stories I've written have been based on a club, a place I call "Illusions". The motto there is, "Where Nothing Is As It Seems". I think I wrote that thinking I could get lost in that place. No one to laugh or ridicule my feelings, only others would exist there as I, fulfilling their fantasies while perhaps finding love as well. It's always been a safe haven in my tales, a place I could return to time and time again and still feel welcomed. We will begin there again but this time things will be unlike before. A new owner, some new characters and possibly a chance or two will be taken. One that in the past has brought only pain but this time, well as I said, maybe things will be...different.

The building was enormous, darkened shadows lurking everywhere, a hint of mystery with only a door with a number announcing the location. No name, no marker. The unspoken name "Illusions", more than appropriate. Stark, almost cold in appearance, a shiver running down your spine. You walked through the door to the club, your eyes wide at the sight of the throng before you. As you walked past many of them, your expression becomes that of a woman unsure about being here. A bit out of place, perhaps lost.

As you stepped forth another watched you from the landing above. She did so with a face of great beauty, her alabaster skin made even more so by the bright red lipstick she wore. As she walked regally down the flight of stairs, moving easily past those who called out to her, she smiled. She nodded, acknowledging their presence, but did not take her eyes from you.

A man walked up, scant seconds before your hostess arrived. His smile was warm, his eyes though drinking in the sight of such a lovely woman and he was just about to speak those very words. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see. "Mistress, I'm sorry, I didn't know, that is..."; and with that she nodded. 

"The lady is my guest, here to see me on business. If she desires to meet you later, I promise I shall introduce you but for now, Edward, I think it best if you were to run along." He scurried away quickly, the long red haired beauty gracing you with a smile as she said, "Cyn, I presume?"

You nodded in reply and she extended her hand saying, "Welcome to my club. I'm known here as Lady Simone or as you can see to some simply as Mistress. Won't you join me?" She motioned to a table nearby, waiting for you to sit before signaling to one of the passing servers. "Wine James, perhaps a nice merlot, don't you think?" 

He nodded, moving quickly to do her biding and you felt a bit of a rush, to see a man move in such a manner at a woman's request. "It's intoxicating, isn't it my dear?" You felt the blush rise to your cheeks but she gave you a quick grin before saying, "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Cyn. There are many men and women who desire to be instructed in what they should or should not do. It's the lucky few such as me and perhaps even you who benefit from such a wonderful gift."

The wine was delivered, a small portion poured for her to taste and after she pronounced it satisfactory, he poured a full glass for each of you. You watched as she picked up her glass, holding it aloft and said, "I would like to propose a toast." You picked yours up as well, holding it out where she allowed the two fine crystals to lightly touch, a soft ring a precursor to. "May you find your soul's purpose here Cyn and while at it, perhaps your heart's desire as well." With that you took a sip of the delicious red wine while thinking, "What a unusual yet beautiful saying." Little did you know that those words would prove to be the catalyst for what was about to follow.

You once again took a moment to look around the room, seeing so many people, some garrulously dressed, others in simple clothing. Some of the women were garbed in obviously expensive formal wear while others wore their fabric of choice, leather, latex, silk or lace, all a vision for the senses. "So young lady, why don't you tell me again why you are here and what you require of me?" 

Taking a deep breath, you told her again as you had on the phone about your discovery. How you had come across a man, his writings not only arousing you but piquing your interest in this strange yet exciting world. You had spent quite a bit of time in research, reading and such but you felt that until you actually had ventured out, it would come to naught. You had wanted to meet someone who actually had lived the lifestyle and could possibly assist in your introduction into such. You were hoping to find out where and if you belonged here. 

She listened intently, her eyes never leaving yours. You found as your words came to an end that you looked downward, a sign which she caught quickly. "Look at me, young woman, do so now." You lifted your eyes, seeing her face impassive yet her eyes held a spark, a bit of fire. "Never, ever look down. When you deal with any individual, especially if you are looking to control the situation whether it be simply in words or in actions, you never allow your gaze to lower. When you cast your eyes downward that is taken as a sign of submission and lack of self-worth. Something you should do well to remember." 

You nodded, saying softly, "Yes, Mistress." She laughed, her smile genuine, her hand reaching out to take yours while saying, "All in good time, my dear, all in good time. All I ask of you for now is to listen, pay attention and learn. Now, you said something about being willing to pay for my time?"

You picked up your purse, opening it but once again you heard her say, "Look at me Cyn." You did so, this time seeing the fire blazing anew but also a look of perceived anger as her words grew terse. 

"I will not repeat myself so I would advise you to listen, very, very carefully. For a woman such as I, who has lived this lifestyle for more years than you can possibly imagine, the offer of payment is considered a rude and tasteless gesture. A whore charges for her body, her mind is not for sale. For the submissives I call my own I give my gift as freely as they give themselves to me. I am not a whore."

This time, your entire body felt flushed, your hands quickly fumbling to close the bag as she looked on, seeing your fingers trembling as you tried to put the clasp in place.

Her voice grew softer, her expression the same as she spoke by saying, "I told you that for two reasons Cyn. One, the words I spoke are true, never ask for nor offer a monetary "tribute" as some call it for to do so is to lower yourself to the grounds of a simple streetwalker. Two, to prove to you that words can have an even greater effect on another than a lash, a whip, any instrument of torture, especially if they are spoken in a manner which belays confidence and superiority over another. Some demand such; they require degradation through your words and even your actions. What you have to decide is what you require. For if you do not find your own pleasure, then they shall not find theirs as well. Let me explain."

You took a sip of the wine, not surprised to see your hand still shaking slightly but she seemed to pay no heed. "You need to determine what it is that draws you here. Is it the ability to lord over another, perhaps to have them at your beck and call? For some it is in the giving of pain, sometimes emotional, at other times physical. There are many, many aspects in the realm of BDSM, Cyn and we have to identify which of them is best for you. I must admit, I have never acted as a mentor to another and I am honored you would ask such a thing of me. All I would tell you is that you should not strive to be me. Each person is different in their needs, and, desires and you should be true to yourself, not to anyone else." 

She poured each of you a fresh glass, watching you closely as you let your eyes remain on hers. Seeing if you would submit, to flinch first but finally she smiled and said, "You are a quick learner, young lady, I like that. I will assist you, and together we will see if we can't find out the answers to your questions." 

You nodded, raising your own glass and as she did the same you spoke softly saying, "To answers then"; and she grinned as she touched her goblet to yours, 

"To answers." From that moment forth, she spoke and you listened, paying strict attention, each nugget, each gem of information tucked away to be savored at another time. The night was long, your eyes being opened to many things, many sights which you began to look at in a completely different way. In the way of a dominant.

And so it went. For several nights each week you would come, sit, listen, and observe. It was nearly a month later that you received a call, the voice on the other end having grown familiar to you over time. "Tonight, 10 p.m. at the club, I think it's time for you to make your decision." 

With that the line went dead and your world was turned completely upside down. You spent the rest of the afternoon watching the clock, the hands at times seeming to move as if they flew while at others moving so slowly as to have you checking another to see if time had stopped perchance. Either way, you felt your nerves on edge, your own reflection in the mirror that of a woman whose brown eyes were wide, tinged with the unknown, but also with a touch of pure excitement.

You walked in the door precisely on time, your entrance quite different from before, your thoughts remembering the words she had spoken to you that first night. "You enter a room as if you own it. Others should know immediately, whether in business or in a social setting that you will make your own decisions. No one else will answer for you. Some men may find that attitude threatening though in their minds they desire such, they require such. They should know immediately that you do not suffer fools, nor others who would try your patience. Remember, attitude, visualization, body language, all of it tells the world what it needs to know before a word is ever spoken."

Simone stood at the top of the stairs, motioning at you to join her and as you walked toward the stairs you saw a man begin to approach from the corner of your eye. You stopped, turning ever so slowly, letting your eyes meet his, extending the dare of whether or not he should approach you. He quickly changed directions as you heard the red haired beauty laugh, her applause cutting through the din. You stopped next to her, seeing her smile and drinking in the sound of it. "As I said when I first met you my dear, you are a very, very quick learner. Tonight, we'll put that to the test. Follow me." She then stepped behind the black, velvet curtain and you followed quickly.

She opened the door to the office, a place you had never seen before but as she sat down behind the desk you noticed the rows of monitors on the walls. Each showing a different part of the building, some rooms you had never seen before, the lighting muted but forms and shapes still distinguishable. "Have a seat, Cyn. I have three individuals in mind and you need to consider them carefully before you make your decision." You sat, reaching out to take the glass of wine she offered you before turning your attention to the main monitor she pointed to.

"His name is Edward, you met him briefly the first time you came to see me. He is eager to please, already broken in if you will though he would provide you with a good introduction into the craft. He enjoys pain, delights in verbal abuse and knows his place without having to be constantly reminded of it." You watched the picture, seeing him flit between different people, the looks on their faces one of disinterest or obvious annoyance and you shook your head no.

She turned a knob, the camera swinging around to the bar where you took in the vision of a young woman. "Jessica, like you, is new to the scene. She I think could be special, someone with potential. She only lets her toes dangle in the waters, never making a commitment one way or the other. I think if the right person, someone like you were to come along, she would be a willing participant. Our paths have crossed a few times in the past and though she's a bit talkative for my tastes she does seem to be genuine in her desires." 

You sat there, your eyes watching her, picturing her as you smiled before turning and saying, "You said there were three?"

Once again the camera moved over the crowd but this time it settled on an area darker than any you had seen before. You had to get up, moving to stand directly in front of the monitor before you were able to distinguish the shape. That of a man hidden away, his clothing, his visage blending in with the darkness of the curtains. Turning, you looked at the red haired woman in confusion as she smiled. "I debated whether or not to include him. One of the other two would provide you with an ample opportunity to use your new found knowledge, to hone your skills if you will." 

You turned back around to look at the man hidden from sight as you said, "Tell me about him, now." She laughed, the sound musical, knowing holding out this tidbit of someone who might be considered unattainable would be all it would take to show you that you truly belonged here. She had done her homework, had ascertained who the writer was who had sent you down this path and he now stood very close by.

"His name is Jonathan Samuels, he's a writer, a man who brings others fantasies to life on paper for them. He however hides his own desires, preferring to keep them in his mind where no one can hurt him with their words of contempt, ridicule or scorn. I only know these things because one night he happened to stop here and made the mistake of imbibing, something he never does. A little alcohol combined with the darkness permits a man to speak of many things he would never say in the light of day. His own tale, his life has not ended happily as many of his stories have. It is consumed by another, a woman who sent him down a path destined for despair, an existence of loneliness. He wears it like the skin that covers him."

You continued to look at the screen, letting her words wash over you as you stared. "I thought once about trying to take him for myself but I knew his one experience had come at the hands of a, shall we say, experienced dominant. She left him feeling not only lost but she took a piece of him with her, a vital one he's kept hidden for far too long. He comes here under the pretense of doing research for the stories he writes for others but if you look into his eyes, there is more there to be found than the simple words he would put down on paper. He has a need, a hunger but in his actions, he would prefer to starve than taste of the forbidden fruit from the tree." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm not sure why I included him in the three. He's probably not a very good person to test your mettle on at first. I suggest you consider taking an easier way out." 

Those words struck you across the face, your look turning a bit chilly as you slowly turned to see her standing there, a bit of a smile playing across her lips. "I choose him. I do not want nor do I need your charity Simone, is that clear?" 

Her eyes sparkled, her smile full as she applauded you again while saying, "I thought as much, I just needed to make sure. Okay Mistress?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, hearing the words which came from her mouth though you must admit, you liked the sound of them. "I understand Simone, now I want to hear everything you know about this Jonathan. Everything." 

She looked at you saying, "All in good time my dear, all in good time. I introduced you to all three for a reason. Each will be a progression, a step forward in your process. However you must prove yourself as worthy of them as they are of you." 

With that she began to talk and as you listened you thought once again about some of the various methods she had mentioned to you. The ways to maneuver another into the position where they would be lead down the path you had chosen, not the one they might possibly feel most comfortable with. You had an idea, especially when it came to the easiest of the three, the man who even now stood almost drooling over another. 

The woman would wait but it was the third, this Samuels man, the one who hid in the shadows, safe from the world who was about to find his path, his very way of life to be subject to change. Your change. You listened, stopping the red haired woman at points, asking questions, showing your surprise when she mentioned some of his, shall we say, different desires. When she had finished you knew he was to be the final one.

Finally, you turned saying, "I will need a room, any room. I will not tarry long with this Edward fool, do you agree?" 

She looked at you nodding, motioning to the door and saying, "We have the perfect room for you, it's marked two. Shall I have him sent to you, Mistress?" You nodded before turning and walking through the door, anxious to not only set the stage but to move on, as quickly as possible toward your ultimate goal. The one called Jonathan.

It was the next night that found you back in the office, the red-haired beauty looking at you with a smile as she said, "So, tell me what you discovered last night?" 

You took a deep breath before saying, "I discovered that some submissives want something that I just can't be. They desire to be verbally abused and that is just not me, I can't." 

She nodded her head saying, "Well, I know you convinced Edward you could be all that and more. He was a wreck when you got through with him and all he wanted to talk about was how incredible you were. I told him I thought you were looking in a different direction but that I would see if I couldn't find someone to accommodate his needs."

Once again you sighed, thankful of that finally being over. You had not lied. The evening may have been a success for the man but it left you with a bad taste in your mouth. Something you hoped to rectify tonight with your second conquest.

Jessica sat at the bar, her normal spot as she took in the sights and sounds of the club. One sound though she wasn't prepared for and that was the one which came out of the cell phone which the bartender handed her. You watched the monitor, a slight smile playing on your lips as she looked at him in confusion while he shrugged his shoulders and she said timidly, "Hello?" 

Your voice was soft, barely a whisper but firm in its manner while saying, "I watch you every night. I see you sit at the bar and I know what it is that brings you back, time and time again, dear Jessica." 

"I, I'm sorry, who is this? I don't understand?", and with that you interrupted her quickly, your voice growing in volume. 

"Speak one more word, one single word and I will hang the phone up and you will wonder the rest of your life what you missed. How you failed when the one opportunity to bring your dreams, your fantasies, your entire being to life, finally arrived." You sat there, watching her, seeing how she began to tremble, turning, looking for you but doing exactly as you asked, keeping her silence as you began anew. "Very good, you're a quick learner, that trait will serve you well for what might happen as the night goes along. Stand up, walk over to the door located at the end of the hallway, the one that goes past the ladies room. Take the phone with you. Go there, now."

Once again you moved the camera, tracking her as she walked slowly towards her destiny only to have you say, "I would advise you to move a little quicker, show some urgency if you wish for this call to continue." You chuckled to yourself, seeing the blonde haired beauty almost running now in her heels, her curiosity piqued, her interest complete. She entered the hallway only to hear you say, "The door at the end is unlocked, you will open it. The stairs will lead you down into the catacombs of the building, there are several doors all marked with numbers, open the one with the numeral two, go inside and close the door behind you. I am waiting."




One...Two...Three.



The cameras followed her as she stepped gingerly, making her way down the winding flight of stairs deeper and deeper into the building. You knew the effect it was having on her. The cooler air, the dimly lit walk leading toward more darkness had affected you as well just the previous evening before you came to grips with it. You knew it would all play to your advantage. She finally took the last step, seeing the hallway before her and the first door on the left marked with the number two. When she opened it, you flicked on the camera inside, the set having already been prepared for that evening's entertainment. Now it was time to put her through her paces.

Your inspiration had come from a story you had read, the research you had done in preparation for meeting Jonathan Samuels. It was a story he had written, a specific punishment he had given one of the female submissives and you thought it fitting to include it here. The blonde beauty closed the door and you flicked the switch illuminating the room, showing her the single chair. A rocking chair which was situated in the middle of the room, next to a table which was filled with various items. Items which had drawn her interest, her face turning pale as you watched her walk closer.

She jumped, the sound of your voice scaring her as you said, "I would advise you to listen very closely to what I require of you Jessica. If you take too long to obey my commands then we are finished, if you understand then nod your head." You watched, her head showing her agreement as you went on to explain. "You will strip completely, I think each of the items there are quite self-explanatory and I'm sure you know where each belongs. You have five minutes to use each and every one of them before I enter the room where I should find you waiting, sitting in the chair. You now have four minutes and 55 seconds", and with that you ended the conversation.

You turned to where the Lady Simone waited, her smile matching yours. At least it was until you pointed saying, "You will follow me." With that you walked out the door, not waiting to see if she did but knowing that she would, her own interest growing as well. You looked at your watch, making sure you gave her the entire five minutes before entering. Wanting each moment she did wait to seem like an eternity though you were sure at the moment she was frantically doing as you asked, sure that her time was running out. 

There was a line you remembered from the same story you had read saying, "The body is simple to capture. It's in the conquest of the mind where all hope is lost." 

As Simone followed you to the door you turned saying, "You will not speak, you will only observe from the shadows, is that clear?" She nodded, her eyes now wide with excitement. She was as caught up in the moment as you and your victim were.

The door opened, the resonance of it creaking the only sound she would hear as you stepped inside, motioning for your accomplice to follow. The room was pure concrete, almost resembling a bunker from wars of old. Objects hung on the wall, instruments used to inflict far more pain than pleasure in their offering. 

The statuesque blonde was in her place, her skin beautiful even in the dim light. You saw Simone's eyes drink in the sight before her, that of a woman sitting down, a black, silk blindfold covering her eyes, a red rubber ball filling her mouth, the straps cinched in place behind her head. 

She wore a belt, a special belt, one with two appendages, each lifelike in size and style, both filling her front and rear openings. Each already affecting her, the sounds of her soft moans escaping from around the gag. She sat there, the only sense remaining her hearing and you moved quickly to a table in the shadows, picking up the items you would need before putting them in place and then leaning close to whisper in her ear.

"I know your desire my pet", your voice causing her body to tremble anew, her hands tightly grasping the arms of the chair. With that you took one of the leather straps and placed it around her wrist, pulling it tight and then slipping the lock into place. It took only a moment to do the same to the other wrist. "I know what you're thinking, how you've lost all your senses, putting yourself in the hands of a stranger, a stranger who can and will do anything and everything she desires to you." 

The second strap locked in place, a mournful wail escaping her gagged lips as she pulled against the restraints only to find them unyielding. Her ankles were next, pulled back slightly before being strapped down to the sides of the chair. She was now only able to move her torso, her hands and feet useless.

You let your hand go to the chair, pulling it back and then releasing it. The rocking motion had quite an effect on your guest, her head falling back, the two dildos being forced deeper inside of her as you watched with a smile on your lips. This was only the beginning, things were about to get very, very interesting. 

Reaching over, you picked up two ice cubes, standing behind the helpless figure and letting them press against her neck. The shock of the sudden change in temperature bringing forth a whimper of protest as you said, "Your sense of touch so heightened with the loss of your sight and speech is it not my dear?" From there you let the two cubes which had begun to melt against her flushed skin move downwards as they crossed her breasts.

By the time you had finished her skin where the chilling temperatures had caressed were a different color as you let the ice fall from your hands while turning to pick up the set of nipple clamps which were quickly fastened in place. Her breasts were numb, the ice had assured that but as she began to have the circulation return to them the clamps would begin to work their magic, pushing her ever so closer to the edge. The cliff which she would soon stand upon, a fall of such magnitude as she had never dared, dreamed, imagined. 

You flicked the lighter, setting the candle aflame as you leaned in and gave her the final instructions. "Here is what I require of you, my dear. You will rock until I say you are to stop. If you slow down, if you waver in what I have asked of you then you shall be punished. I find correction to be quite a motivator as you will see if you decide to challenge my commands. Now, begin!"

She pushed with her body, the chair beginning to rock back and forth, her head turning from side to side with the feelings it brought. Shortly you saw her stiffen and you knew that the ice's numbing effect had worn off, the clamps had now begun to mix a bit of pain with her pleasure. It was the first step, one which you were more than eager to assist her in taking. 

Reaching into your pocket you pulled out the small transmitter, a single button that when you pressed it set the two phalluses in motion, turning, twisting, moving as if alive inside of her. You heard her cry, loud though muffled by the gag as the dildos took what they desired. Her pace grew frantic, her orgasm drawing near and you watched in wonder as she suddenly strained against her restraints, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she came.

You felt your own arousal, watching such an erotic sight as this. This beautiful creature was your prisoner and you were responsible for bringing her such decadent pleasure. A shiver ran down your spine and it was then you noticed that Simone had moved to stand next to you, her breathing quick, her own desire evident. You smiled, nodding at her before moving forth to where the young woman was just now coming down from the heights of her pleasure. 

"I do not believe I gave you permission to stop, did I?" and with that you let the pool of molten wax drip down over her breasts, over her stomach. It did not burn her but it did prove to be as you had promised, a very effective method in getting her to begin anew.

For an hour you drove her, alternating the wax, the ice, the movement of the instruments of her despair, everything at your disposal as you played her body like a concert pianist. It was only when she had come for the final time, her body threatening to tip the chair over in its urgency did you decide she had endured enough for one evening. You turned, speaking to the figure in the shadows while saying, "Release her, clean her up and bring her to me. I will be waiting."

You walked from the room, your body alive, your mind drunk on the experience, the adrenaline racing through your body with a rush you had never experienced before. You swore at the moment, at that very second in time that you would never, ever lose this feeling. Your smile grew wider as you climbed the stairs back to the main floor of the club.

It was thirty minutes later that you saw the two enter from the hallway, Simone in the lead, the blonde walking behind her. Her head hung down, her body still showing the effects of the night's festivities. As they walked toward where you sat you tried to think of how you felt, how your body had responded to her plight and where this might lead from here. 

It was only when they came to a stop before you, Simone saying softly, "Here she is as you requested Mistress", that you nodded.

"Kneel Jessica, if you are to be in service to me you will need to be accustomed to such a position." The blonde waif never wavered, falling to her knees and as she did you motioned for the red haired voyeur to sit down beside you. When she had, you turned your attention back to the woman waiting in submission.

"Jessica, look at me, now." The blue eyed beauty raised her head slowly, biting gently at her bottom lip as she gazed into your eyes. You favored her with a smile saying, "Are you thirsty my dear?" She nodded her head but you shook yours saying, "No Jessica, when I ask you a question you must answer it by saying Yes M'lady or No M'lady, I must hear your words or you shall be punished. Is that clear?" 

She spoke softly saying, "Yes M'lady, it is clear." 

"Very good, now I'm sure you're parched after your ordeal, would you like some wine?" 

"Yes M'lady, thank you." Simone motioned, her eyes showing her admiration for your actions and within moments the bottle of wine had been opened. You held a glass to the young beauty's lips, letting her taste it as you said, "Does it meet with your approval my lovely?" 

"Yes M'lady, it is very good, thank you." 

You nodded as the man poured three glasses and you reached down to whisper in her waiting ear, "Stand up and join us. Sit with us Jessica, this would please me."

The young woman looked a bit confused but she did as you asked, sitting down across from the two of you. You could see by the look in Simone's eyes that she too was a bit puzzled but you simply smiled, taking a sip of the wine before leaning in and beginning to speak. "At this very minute we are three women enjoying a drink together, friends here, okay?" They both nodded and you almost laughed to see how you held each of them in the palm of your hand, eagerly waiting to see where you were going with this. 

"Jessica, Simone here has been kind enough to teach me in the ways of a dominant and she recommended you as a hopefully willing participant in my training. My only hope is that you found as much pleasure in your submission as I did. Did you dear girl?"

You could tell what she was about to say, her words hanging on her lips as you said, "By the way, my name is Cyn, alright?" 

She nodded, her eyes surprisingly enough tearing a bit as she managed to say "Yes M'lady, I mean yes Cyn I did, very, very much, thank you." 

Reaching your hand over to cover hers you continued saying softly, "I am happy to hear this but you need to know that you owe me no allegiance. You have sworn nothing in service and I'd understand completely if it was your desire to not continue." 

This time her tears began to fall in earnest, her voice quivering as she replied, "No, please, I want to serve you, I must, please M'lady, please?" 

She held tightly to your hand and as you looked into her eyes you saw complete acceptance in them as you finished by saying, "Very well then, I would be honored to serve as your Mistress, Jessica, but only if you will agree to help me become an even better one. As a matter of fact, I need your help in a matter of great importance. One that will require you as well Simone to play a part in, so please pay close attention to what I say."

That Friday night everyone was in place, everything having been planned out to perfection. All that was lacking was the leading man and right on time, shortly before ten he walked in. The three of you watched, each from their own assigned position and it was you who moved first, knowing your part, ready to see where the night might lead. 

The plan was a bold one, one based on him believing the events as they progressed. It was time for act one. The curtain rose as you skirted the crowd, slipping behind the dark velvet drapes and walking up behind him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just thought it might be safer back here in the dark."

It was your first time to truly see him, the monitor not really providing you with an adequate idea of his looks, nor his build. You were pleasantly surprised to see his eyes of blue, a sparkling sky blue, as he took in the sight of the lovely, young woman who stood beside him dressed simply in jeans, a silk blouse, her hair in dark ringlets, her eyes of brown as she smiled at him shyly. He seemed to be at a loss for words, his hand which held a beverage trembling slightly as you extended your hand while saying, "I'm Cyn and you?" 

His hand was warm, his grip strong as he managed to say, "Jonathan, Jonathan Samuels. It's nice to meet you Ma'am." 

You laughed, the sound genuine saying "Ma'am? I'm not that old am I, Jonathan?" His blush rose to his face quickly, his obvious embarrassment as he tried to mumble his way through. You thought, he really is quite handsome, terribly shy though and at that moment you began to look at him in a different light. A part of you pulled in a different direction than the one you had first approached him on but for now there was little time to waste. You saw Jessica make her way down the stairs, the sign for you to move things along.

You looked at him, your teeth biting at your bottom lip as you said, "May I please ask you a favor, Jonathan? Men keep coming up to me and I'm just here to watch. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable about all this", as you looked out at the many people dancing, drinking, desiring. You turned back to him to finish, "Would you please sit with me at a table so that they can see I'm here with someone and they won't bother me, please?" 

You knew from your research, from your observations that he was a gentleman to the highest degree. Seconds later you favored him with another smile as he held a chair out for you and then nervously sat down across from you. 

The figure that strode toward you carried herself completely differently from the one who had been at your mercy only a few short days ago. Jessica walked with a purpose, her heels sounding like gunshots against the floor and her face, her eyes were tinged with fury. A woman scorned and one who was about to unleash her anger on another. You. 

She stopped beside you, her words terse, filled with her passion as she said, "I have been looking for you my pet and where do I find you? With this, this man. I have warned you before Cyn what would happen if you were to act in such a manner. Now, now you will pay for your actions. Come along this instant girl." 

With that you bowed your head, your eyes downcast as the gentleman stood saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sure there's just been a misunderstanding here. Cyn didn't...", and with that Jessica turned slowly, her head the only thing that moved, her eyes locking onto his as she spat forth.

"I have no qualms with you, boy. I'm sure you just thought you could take advantage of a helpless woman. I'm sorry, it looks like you'll be forced to find your own pleasure tonight, little man." With that she reached over, grabbing you by the arm, pulling you to your feet as you cried out in pain.

The move really did not hurt you but you were forced to admit, Jessica's face grew a bit pale as he removed her arm from yours, his eyes locking onto hers speaking quietly. "There's no reason for you to hurt her, she was only trying to...", and with that you stepped between the two, your hand reaching out to take his arm.

"Please Jonathan, she's right, let her go. Please? He did so, dropping his arm and his face, his attempt at chivalry having failed in his eyes. Your heart went out to this quiet man who had put himself in harm's way, all for a woman he had only met a few scant minutes before. You almost said something, let yourself be drawn out of character and into his world but right then Simone entered the fray.

"Is something wrong here, Mistress Jessica?" 

The blonde beauty rubbed her arm, her eyes once again filled with fire though you wondered later if it was an act or not. "Yes, this, this fool has insulted me, he accosted me. By all rights I should have him arrested and thrown in jail." 

She turned quickly though, a smile playing on her lips as she said, "Instead, I'll simply take it out on you, my dear. After all you're responsible for all of this. Go to the room, you know which one. I'll be there shortly and I will take great pleasure in your pain this night, girl." 

With that you looked at the man standing there, his eyes looking at the floor, his posture slumped. He almost resembled a beaten individual though no flogger or crop had touched him. That was the sight which haunted you as you walked away, your mind awhirl.

You knew what was to happen, you had planned it all. How the two women were to take him to the office, presenting him with the ultimatum, to suffer your fate. As you walked slowly down the flight of stairs you couldn't help but wonder why he would. Why he would put himself in such a position for you.

You stopped, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your own nerves before you entered the infamous room two. It was the scene of your former triumph and what you had believed would be your next one earlier this evening. Now, you just were not sure. Opening the door, seeing everything laid out in place. It had been prepared in advance as you began to slip out of your jeans, blouse and boots. He would or would not come, either way you felt you needed to be punished. You needed to feel the lash. Little did you know how those words would come back to haunt you.

It was only a few minutes later that you heard a pair of heels approaching, the sound of Jessica moving quickly down the stairs. When she opened the door she did so with a smile. "He took the bait, I'm sure of it. Now, let's get you ready."

She pulled down the set of shackles which hung from the ceiling and as you held your wrists out to her you once again found yourself about to say something. To possibly bring this to an end but you couldn't. You just couldn't for to do so would be for him to know what you had really done and there would be no reason for him to stay, none at all. So, instead you stood there. Your wrists manacled, Jessica pulling the chain which would lift your arms high overhead. You could only watch as she walked over, picked up the riding crop and positioned herself behind you.

Then you heard others approaching, the sound of someone taking the steps two or three at a time and with that you closed your eyes. You knew what was coming, accepting it for what you had done. For how you had put him in such a position, your "transgression" if you will. The crop landed across your back, the blow landing flush across your naked skin and to your surprise you screamed. The sound leaving your mouth as if of its own mind, the pain immediate but also sending shivers of arousal coursing through you. 




One...Two...Three.



You felt your body shudder as the door flew open, the man standing there, his eyes in pain to see you in such a predicament. "NO, STOP!" 

Jessica regarded him calmly, coolly as she turned again, raising her hand and to your surprise striking again. This time across your bum, the thin material of your panties providing only a minimal amount of resistance and your cry echoed throughout the chamber. 

Simone entered, her face flush calling out, "No Mistress, please stop. He has agreed, he will take her punishment. He will do as you have required of him!"

Jessica stopped, her hand holding the lash falling to her side as she walked up to the man. Placing the end of the crop under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers she said, "Is this true, little man? You will suffer her punishment, all of it? This is only a small taste, not even a morsel of what I have planned for her. You should know I will take great delight in hearing your screams." 

Right then you should have realized that something had gone wrong, that somehow you had lost control but you were still consumed by the feelings the crop had brought forth from you. Your mind preoccupied, fighting between pain and pleasure as you hung there. The man tried to nod but the butt of the riding crop wouldn't allow it. 

Jessica's eyes flashed as she smiled saying, "No, say it. I want to hear it from your lips and you know the proper way to address a woman of my stature. I'm sure you do. Don't you, boy?" 

He let forth a sigh, his eyes closing as he spoke softly saying, "Yes, Yes Mistress, I accept her punishment. Please do not hurt her again, please?"

Jessica's smile was cold as she said simply, "Strip dear boy, I wish to see that which is mine to play with." He obeyed quietly as you hung there, your head hanging down. As he slowly undressed, Jessica scowled, walking over to you, a third lash falling. You screamed but this time in a mixture of not only pain but your own orgasm which hit you harder than the instrument of torture had. You writhed in your bonds, your ears hearing Jessica speaking as if from afar. "I suggest you undress a bit quicker, pet."

For a minute or two, your body weathered the storm raging within you. By the time your eyes flickered open, the long brown haired man now hung across from you. His body glistening with sweat, his body trembling though you're not sure if it was from fear or excitement. To be honest, you weren't sure of anything anymore.

Jessica walked over, a muted conversation with the woman Simone as you waited to be released. When they turned, you saw the look on Simone's face, a brief smile play across it as you felt a hand in your hair, pulling it sharply. You cried out, more surprise than pain as you felt a gag being pushed deep into your mouth, silencing you. Your eyes turned wildly to look at Jessica and in your confusion you could have sworn she winked at you.

Jonathan bellowed, pulling at his bonds, swearing at Jessica as she handed Simone a metal tipped flogger before moving to stand before him. At that moment, he made a fatal mistake. He spat, directly into her face. Your eyes opened wide as you whimpered helplessly behind the gag, Jessica's eyes now glaring, the acting forgotten. Her heels echoed on the concrete floor, ripping the flogger from Simone's hands as she moved in front of you, her voice chilling.

"You wanted the author to feel what he writes? To experience what he brings to life for others and not for himself? Then I promise, he will feel all that and much, much more Mistress Cyn."

Traditional words spoke of that there was nothing like a woman scorned. You did know this. A woman scorned with a flogger in her hands, one who had been handled roughly and now found herself spit upon, was one who was capable of great...pain. For what she lacked in ability, she made up for in intensity and after a short while, the helpless writer found his body marked with long, red angry lines. He endured lash after lash, his eyes growing glazed but he refused to give her the satisfaction of his screams.

Finally, she threw the instrument at his feet, her eyes wild, her hands trembling from the exertion as she had beat him until she couldn't anymore. She looked at Simone, the older woman giving her a silent nod, motioning toward the door and the two left, their heels echoing until there was only silence.

Both of you hung there, silently swaying until you heard his voice filled with pain, barely a whisper say, "She, she called you Mistress." You could not help it, the tears streaming down your face as you wondered how everything could have gone so wrong. "I, I don't understand?" You couldn't speak. You couldn't tell him anything. All you could do was listen as you heard a voice, a sound moving closer.

"She did so Mr. Samuels all because of you", as Simone walked calmly into view. "Cyn came to me and I sensed something in her, a unique ability to be what we call a switch. One who embraces both ends of the lash if you will." You looked up to see him trying to maintain her gaze, his eyes clouded from not only what his body had just endured and also tinged with confusion.

She favored him with a smile as she continued. "When she entered my life it was because she had read the words of an author. A special man who allowed his own desires to go by the wayside as long as others were allowed to live vicariously through his words, through your words. You aroused her mind and her body. This little exercise though shows me perhaps I may have not one but three new devotees." You saw Jessica walk back in, her face now almost crestfallen, realizing how she had gone too far.

Simone sighed, her voice softly saying, "We have much to discuss and much to consider but first we need to tend to you two." The restraints were lowered, the gag removed as both Jonathan and you knelt on the cold floor, your heads both down until you felt his hand touch yours.

You looked up to see his blue eyes, his voice trembling as you heard, "You did this? You did all this, for me?" You could not help yourself, your body wracked by sobs and to your amazement he pulled you into his arms, holding you gently as you cried. Simone watched from nearby, a smile playing on her lips, the possibilities of what the future might hold seemingly endless among the four in the room. 

THE END

My thanks to MadeYaLook and to just_a_bibliomaniac for not only their editing prowess but for helping me to breath life into this story. And to Cyn, thank you for inspiring me in so many ways. Your words, your actions always honoring me. I'm in your debt dear lady. 



One, Two, Three Mikes...and Kay!



It was a lovely day, made all the lovelier by the fact that Kay was on her way to meet one of her "fellas." She'd met Mikey several times, always having a wonderful time with him. From the very start, they'd been on almost exactly the same wavelengths...about pretty much everything. Just talking to each other on the phone, or even only online in instant message or email, they'd both gotten hot and sweaty, eager for those rare times when they could get together in the flesh and make the earth quake.

It being a deliciously warm day, Kay nearly skipped up the street leading to the beachfront villa Mikey had rented for the weekend. Her billowy summer dress, the slit-up-the-side one she knew Mikey would drool over, puffed up suddenly in an unexpected ocean breeze, the result reminding her of that famous Marilyn Monroe air jet scene. She stopped short, giddily taking a spread-legged stance, to enjoy the warm air as it tickled between her thighs. She grinned slyly from ear to ear, imagining it was Mikey's lapping head that was making her dress puff up so, and not a mere gust of wind.

As the breeze died out and her dress slowly retreated earthward, Kay could see her recently painted toenails - a delectable burgundy color - boldly stretching out beneath the ultra thin straps of her slinky, sexy sandals. The slim beige straps showed off her tanned insteps wonderfully, and she just loved the ankle strap that wound around her calf just above her ankles. She got instantly wet as she envisioned Mikey's tongue slipped under that strap, licking all around her calf, round and round, circling completely around it over and over again...before she let that tongue wander elsewhere. The tattoo on her right calf, just above her inside ankle, (the one that boldly pictured two tiny, hot pink feet and her name, KaySecret, in playful, flowing letters beneath them) seemed brighter than ever, even partially obscured by the straps, and even though it was somewhat muted by her bronzed skin. She couldn't wait for Mikey to lick every inch of it. And the thought of her toe rings being sucked off her toes by Mikey's hungry lips...well...the moisture between her legs was NOT sweat. Her many naughty thoughts had her walking more briskly than ever, her heels clacking along the sidewalk to a beat that was almost erotic in and of itself. She hadn't even come face to face with Mikey yet, and her engine was purring away, well oiled and ready to go the distance. And then some.

By the time she reached the sun-bathed villa, she was quivering with expectation. She could almost FEEL Mikey's mustache moving all over her skin, tickling as it glided along all her special places. She could see it's short hairs twisted in every direction by her persistent feet. She could feel those hairs burrowing between her toes as his lips sucked on them. Not to mention teasing her clit as his tongue feasted on her for a gloriously long time. That was, after all, how Mikey liked it; he loved to lick her slowly and deeply, savoring her for long periods of time before allowing her release. All of which was perfectly fine by her. Sighing deeply, Kay realized that still more moisture was announcing its departure from the steamy crevice between her itching thighs...and no amount of breeze, warm, cool or otherwise, would be able to blow it dry.

In her haste to just about kick down the door to the villa, Kay barely noticed the three cars in the driveway. But notice them she did. One was Mikey's...but who owned the other two? She didn't recognize them. It gave her pause. But then, she decided they must belong to owners of the villa, or to someone doing some work on the villa for the owners. It didn't matter. She'd toss out ANYONE who stood between her and that sexy, tickling mustache and those hot, eager lips. A comical - yet deadly serious - mental vision of herself rolling up nonexistent sleeves and physically tossing unwanted company out of the villa to insure complete privacy for her and Mikey brought a smile to her face. But her pretty eyes shined with a determined - possibly even lethal - look, nonetheless. She was wired for action...and NO ONE was going to keep her from enjoying her sexy footboy. NO ONE!

She knocked on the door, fully expecting to tell Mikey to get rid of whoever owned the two unknown autos. And if he didn't get rid of them, she most certainly would. Kay is not one to trifle with when she's all worked up like this. And she was sure Mikey would see things her way. Whenever she entered the picture, he was usually as eager to begin the festivities as she was. Yes, they were indeed on the same wavelength. And woe be to anyone who stood in the way of their commingled wavelengths!

But when the door opened, Kay received the shock of her life...and she almost creamed herself right then and there. The door glided soundlessly open just as her knuckles finished rapping the third knock. Slowly the reality of her situation morphed into focus. For in that sunlit entrance hovered three grinning faces...three faces she knew all too well. Her three favorite online admirers, all grinning like loons, snickered there before her in that doorway as if they were going to rip her dress off and grope every inch of her right out in public. Kay felt herself getting woozy, her hormones revving up big time. A dozen fantasies - and even more fond memories - rushed madly into her drooling brain, tripping over each other in their haste to charge up her sexual psyche. Her single, loud, elongated sigh could be heard a good three counties away. Needless to say, the three welcome faces hovering just beyond the door both warmed and excited her.

"Well," Mikey asked, "you gonna stand there, or are you gonna come inside and spend a little time with your three favorite fellas?"

The other two men just laughed, pleased as punch at Kay's surprise...and obvious interest. All three men moved aside, allowing her entrance. They bowed and motioned with their arms as if admitting royalty. Kay walked numbly inside, her whole body tingling. As she passed by them, they chanted a silly chant, parodying the code of the Three Musketeers. "All for fun, and fun for Kay! A Goddess gets pampered in every way!" they chanted over and over, circling her and high-fiveing one another. When the meaning of the chant's words sunk in, she knew her most glorious fantasies were about to come true.

She stood there in the center of the circle, grinning widely, hands over her mouth as she squealed into them. "What...? Mikey...how? Is this....?" she babbled. She shivered from head to toe. She couldn't believe her eyes. And those beautiful eyes sparkled their excitement. Without waiting for the unnecessary answer, she leapt forward and hugged each of them, kissing them passionately on their receptive mouths. She had missed them all so much.

"We're all here for YOU, Kay," Mikey informed her. "I invited Mike and Michael here to give you a day to remember. I wanted to surprise you. Looks like I succeeded. So come in, sit down, relax, and prepare to be pleasured by the three most attentive foot men in America! We're going to pamper and pleasure you in every way we - or more appropriately, you - can come up with."

"Are you SERIOUS?!!" Kay's eyes gleamed her joy.

"Yup," Mikey replied, "this is our 'Three Slaves for Kay" party. We're your toys for the day. Our job...our ONLY job...is to make you come over and over and over again. We won't stop until all three of us are totally exhausted."

With a wicked grin, Kay corrected him. "You mean, you won't stop pleasing me until YOUR GODDESS is totally exhausted. Slaves continue to serve, regardless of whether they're exhausted or not. MY satisfaction is ALL that matters. Isn't that so, boys?" She was obviously slipping quite smoothly into the spirit of things.

Three heads nodded in eager agreement. "Oh, yes, Goddess," Michael offered, "use us 'til we drop!" That made Kay smile. She knew they'd keep giving her their all until, one by one, they passed out and couldn't be revived. By the time they were all comatose, MAYBE she'd be satisfied enough to wait until they recovered. She was a sexual machine, and could easily outlast any one of them alone, but perhaps all three together could douse her fires. It would certainly be fun finding out.

Recovering from the initial shock, Kay's wit - and innate dominance - came roaring to the fore. She put her thoughts to voice, giving her potential slaves an unmistakable challenge. "Well, that's easy to say, fellas, but you all know I can go a long, long time. Singly, I've outlasted every one of you when we've played before. You think maybe you three TOGETHER can outlast me? Maybe as a TEAM you'll be able to keep up with me...keep me coming and coming? You think you three, cute, sexy toe boys can get me hot and KEEP me hot? Or are you gonna fizzle out like usual?"

Mike, a young, dark, Italian boy-next-door type, considerably younger than Kay, in his late twenties, standing there in his polo shirt, shorts and sandals, took mock umbrage at the comment. "Fizzle out? Who once sucked your toes until they shriveled up like soggy raisins? Hmmm, smartass?" Kay made a mental note to find some way to make him pay for that less than respectful title. 'Smartass' indeed! She might just have to trample him into a fine dust for THAT one! But his point was nonetheless well taken. Mike could certainly suck toes for a wonderfully long time...a talent she intended to use repeatedly on this certain to be delicious evening.

Kay was very much beginning to enjoy being the center of attention of three adoring men, and was quite beside herself with more than a little arrogance. Although she appreciated Mike's oral toe talents, she was not going to allow him to pat himself on the back, or rest on his laurels. "It takes a lot more than a couple of hours of toe-sucking to satisfy MY needs, Mike. But hey," she said with a wink, "I'll be glad to let you TRY to top your record today!" Mike's reaction to that statement was his tongue dropping out of his mouth. And Kay was already picturing it slithering between her toes.

Michael, also a dark complexioned man, clean shaven with salt and pepper hair and sparkling, dark eyes, also saw Kay's statements as an issued challenge. Older than Mike, and a very fit fortyish, he just smiled at her, letting his eyes do most of the talking. But his mouth did add, "It's more than just Kay's toes I'm interested in sucking." He winked, and was the first of the men to confirm the purpose of this little "party" by starting to disrobe. Kay watched in breathless awe as he slowly removed the dark suit he wore - first the jacket and tie, then the shirt, shoes and pants. All the while, her eyes glittered their interest. 

"I just got out of a business meeting," Michael said, by way of explaining his attire. Kay simply stood there and looked him up and down, licking her lips as she ogled his every move as he bared his strong body in preparation for a night of pleasuring her. Her only regret was that he'd begun stripping voluntarily before she could order him to do it. Ahh, well, he'd be obeying orders soon enough. Not to worry.

"Well, Mikey said, "I guess that makes it official. "Ol' hot pants here is already stripping, so I guess it's time to start the pampering. Guys, what do you say we all get naked and then start Kay off with a nice massage? You game for that, Kay? Or...would you prefer the title 'Foot Goddess Supreme'?" With an already trembling hand, he closed the door behind Kay as he awaited her response.

It had been more of a joke than anything else. Although he always called Kay "Foot Goddess Supreme," he had intended this little party to be a pampering session. He, Mike and Michael were supposed to pamper Kay with all the sensual delights she most adored - massaging her, kissing her all over, worshipping her feet for as long as it took to turn her brain to mush, giving her sweet orgasms with their fingers, tongues, and whatever other body parts she'd like used for that delightful purpose. But just being near her three most cherished footboys and hearing Mikey call her "Foot Goddess Supreme" in person...well...it started her dominant juices flowing. She could feel herself changing from sweet, lusty lover to dominant, no-nonsense, Foot Goddess. And those Domme juices were entirely different from the others. You could even say they were dominant over all of Kay's other sexual juices.

She was already beginning to feel tremblings throughout her body. She was ever so sharply aware of her gear shift into dominant mode, and was already liking it immensely. Always believing she DESERVED to be pampered and adored, she was very much intrigued by the idea of three men massaging and otherwise stimulating her from head to toe. Her response was a no-brainer. "Of course I'm game for having my three footboys cater to me. It's only right, after all. But, I'm in a generous mood, so you don't have to call me 'Foot Goddess Supreme.' You can if you want to, mind you, but I'd rather you saved your mouths for other, more important, uses. No need to waste effort on speech, when actions will do much more for me. So, in my abundant generosity, I'll allow you to shorten it to just 'Goddess' for now. Later, after you've all pleasured me enough, I'll have you call me by my complete, proper name again." Her grin was truly wicked. She'd tossed down the gauntlet; the challenge had been issued. And her personal slaveboys had been warned of what was to come, put in their places right from the very start. There should be no misunderstandings now. Their purpose was solely to please her...nothing more, and definitely nothing less. She so enjoyed being dominant, especially when she knew the men she was with had such an intense desire to please her. By this time, she had just about completely changed over to Domme mode. Never bitchy, but always demanding, she was quickly feeling her bossy side rise to the forefront. God, it felt so good.

The three men noted Kay's rapid blossoming into dominance also, a demanding glow radiating around her...an aura of pride and arrogance. That glow surrounded them, drew out their submissive desires and needs. Kay's dominant grin enveloped them, nurturing their submissiveness, strengthening it. Their submissive grins in turn fueled her dominance. Kay's eyes told the three boytoys not to hesitate any longer. They ordered her men to begin pampering her. Her needs had to be met.

Mikey, a more fair complexioned man, late forties, with wavy blond hair and bright, blue eyes, briefly ran his fingers through his trim beard and mustache. Looking directly into Kay's eyes, he licked the bottom edge of his mustache slowly from right to left, and then back again. He knew Kay loved his mustache, and his tongue gliding sensuously back and forth along it was bringing back memories for both of them. Delicious, wicked, unforgettable memories. They smiled knowing smiles at one another. "All right, then," Mikey said, "since Michael's already got a head start anyway, let's all strip for our Goddess, so that we may begin servicing every single one of her needs." Though Mikey spoke it, it was Kay's glare that actually demanded it.

"Oh, yes, please do," Kay sighed, watching as all three of them now began to drop their clothing onto the floor. In no time at all, Michael's suit, every piece of it, lay crumpled at his feet. Mike's shirt, shorts and sandals lay snuggled against a nearby loveseat, and Mikey's jeans and T-shirt (which Kay only now realized had been personalized to say "Playtoy for a Supreme Foot Goddess") had likewise been kicked aside. For the first time ever, her three most ardent admirers - her three most devoted footboys - stood before her naked. Kay bit her lip. She wanted to run forward, kiss all three of them at once, and grab hold of anything that dangled. But, she had her image as a haughty Goddess to maintain. She had to remain, as always, in control. Only when her three sexy slaves were actually servicing her needs would she let herself go wild. And then, oh how wild she would get! If her transformation from demure to demanding wasn't complete at that point, it most surely was after Michael's next question. 

"Would our Goddess like to inspect her...chattel...before using them?" he asked, his dark eyes twinkling. Kay smiled broadly. Apparently, Michael's memories of past meetings with her were as sparkling clear as her own.

"Why, yes, I believe that would surely be in order," Kay replied, almost breathlessly. Her Foot Goddess persona had now completely taken over. "Mmmm....present yourselves to me. Surround me again like you did before and let me fondle my pretty toys as I please."

Grinning and excited, the three naked men circled her. They stood with their arms folded behind their backs, legs spread slightly, hips thrust forward. Kay went from one to the other, touching each of them as she pleased. From Mike's younger body and boyish good looks to Mikey's broad-shouldered torso and Michael's firm, muscular form, her fingers reveled in the male flesh so generously displayed all around her, offered up without question for her personal amusement and pleasure.

She walked up close to Mike, kissing him on the mouth. As she did so, her hands roamed wherever they liked, fondling him shamelessly. His already throbbing penis she seemed to snub, but in reality she had her own ideas about when to play with it. She kissed his chest and tweaked his nipples...just because she could. Mike did nothing to stop her. So she squeezed his young ass and sighed at its delicious texture. Then she moved on to Mikey. She kissed him also, rubbing her lips and chin in his beard, again bringing back happy memories. She brazenly groped him as well. In a fit of pure wickedness, she lifted her dress up and rubbed her abdomen against his. Then she pressed her upper body against him, too, and his reaction to both was immediate. She felt his curious member nudging against her panties. Though she grinned at him, and once again nuzzled his mustache, his penis, too, was apparently ignored. Then she turned to Michael. Another deep mouth kiss, more groping. His firm, fit ass she squeezed harder than the other two, her fingers digging deeply into his cheeks. She ran her fingers through his hair and dragged her fingertips all over his chest, sides and the upper portions of his thighs. But, again, she avoided his piece, though she was tingling madly with desire to fondle it.

"Come and stand in front of me, all of you," she ordered, power coursing through her like never before. "Keep that delightful stance, though. Come on,now...hop to it."

The three men stood in front of her. She eyed them hungrily, boldly, with not the least bit of shyness. She walked around them, leering at their naked bottoms, rubbing her hands on them, slipping her playful fingers between their legs from behind. She fondled Mike's and Michael's testicles at the same time, bouncing one jiggly sack in each hand. Needy fingers groping for their sacks from behind forced them to spread their legs further apart, and even to bend forward a little. If their Goddess wanted to grope them, it was their duty as good slaves to display their wares for her pleasure. 

With a giggle Kay slapped both their asses lightly before doing the same to Mikey. Then she strode with a truly haughty air back around to the front of her eagerly presented footboys, who once again stood straight and tall, anticipating their Goddess's desires. Smiling her approval, she mercilessly stroked and fondled all three now bobbing penises with not the least bit of hesitation or shame. Cupping a sack here, stroking a shaft there, kneading a helmeted head there. She treated the three men as if they were toys, to be played with any way she saw fit...which, indeed, they were. She teased their genitals unceasingly, taking great sport in being able to grope them at will. Those warm, dangling genitals belonged to HER, after all. She had every right to do with them as she pleased.




One, Two, Three Mikes...and Kay!



"Now," she said suddenly, causing the men's eyes to roll back down so she could see their pupils, "what's this about massaging me? A Goddess will NEVER refuse a good massage." Mikey, face still flushed from his being treated like meat, cleared his throat and answered, "Uh...ahem...yes... we know how much you love being pampered, so we'd be honored to give our Goddess a full body massage if she wishes."

"Of course I wish it. Like I said, I never refuse pampering. But I'LL decide who massages what...and how."

"Certainly, Goddess," Mike said, "We'd have it no other way."

"Exactly," Kay replied quickly, "It's MY way...or NO way. Isn't that right, my little footboys?"

All three men nodded in unison. They looked like three puppies eager to please their master with whatever task might be required of them. The analogy wasn't far off the mark.

"Good," Kay smiled, "then let's begin. Mike, you may remove my shoes. Get on your knees and take them off for me. But, before you even undo the straps, kiss my beautiful toes and lick each shiny toenail. Go on now, do that for your Goddess."

Mike grinned a stupid grin, and was on his knees in an instant. Mikey and Michael looked at each other, disappointment and envy etched on their masculine faces.

"Oh, don't you two worry," Kay cooed, "I've got lots of jobs for all of you. And you will ALL taste my feet today. THAT is a promise!" After giving her other two footboys that assurance, she looked down at the genuflecting Mike, grinning widely as she watched him kiss and lick her toes. "That's right, Mike, shine them up nice. Show me some of that toenail polishing expertise your tongue is renowned for." 

After Mike had dutifully lapped each toe, Kay held out first one foot, then the other, inspecting the new shine on each toenail. "Mmmm....very nicely done, footboy. Now, hold my foot up and lick all around the sexy straps. Slip your tongue under them and lick between the leather and my skin. Lick under EVERY strap, even the one going around my calf. When you're done with that, lick between my soles and the insole of my sandals. Do both feet, and don't miss anything. Can you do all that for me, Mike?"

Mike had a look in his eyes of, "You KNOW I can..why are you even asking?" But he said nothing. He simply grinned up at her and then immediately bent to his task. He had a lot of work to do, and he was eager to get started with it. 

While Mike's tongue squeezed between leather and flesh, squirming and wriggling in incredibly tight places, Kay took her eyes from the scene to look up at Mikey and Michael. She grinned another evil grin. They knew something was coming. She looked them both over, pondering smugly, then made her decisions.

"While Mike's licking my feet, I've got work for you two to do, too. Mikey, get on your knees behind me and lift up my dress. Go on." She gave him a look that said, "Refuse me and I won't let you play anymore." She needn't have worried. Mikey was only too eager to comply. Pleasing Kay was always his highest priority.

While Mikey got down on his knees behind her, Kay decided to play with Mike a bit. His dangling member seemed a nice toy to play with while he slurped all over her shoes and feet. As his tongue tried stubbornly to force itself between her sole and the shoe's insole - even though Kay had since replanted her foot on the floor, giving his ardent foot-licking a whole new level of challenge - she used the toes of her other foot to lightly flick his penis around, all the while urging him on by saying, "Lick, footboy, lick!" and giggling her joy.

Then her attention returned to Mikey. Still on his knees behind her - no doubt licking drool from his lips as he enjoyed a close-up view of her succulent, though still sadly covered, ass - his trembling hands held her dress above his head. Ogling her bottom, he quietly and patiently awaited further instructions. "Good boy, Mikey," Kay said, "Now gently pull my panties down enough to expose my entire bottom. Just to the tops of my thighs is good. Go ahead, like a good boy." Then she realized his hands were already busy holding her dress up high and decided on a new, fun way to have her panties lowered. "Oh, but your hands are busy, aren't they? Well, then, you'll just have to lower my panties with your TEETH. There's a good boy, now, get started."

Before Kay could've counted past one, Mikey's teeth were gnawing at the elastic waistband of her panties, huffing and snarling noises escaping his mouth as he fought to lower the stubborn panties inch by inch over those delectable globes. Kay giggled and wiggled, making his chore as difficult as possible. "Oh, good boy, Mikey. At this rate you'll have my panties down by Christmas, and my ass can be your gift!" she taunted, thoroughly enjoying his predicament...and his tenacity. Mikey, more determined than ever, yanked and tugged with his teeth, making great headway in lowering those panties. But the more he succeeded in his endeavors, the more frustrating it was for him to continue. For each inch of fanny flesh he bared jiggled and teased, making it harder and harder for him to concentrate on panty lowering. Instead of firmly gripping the waistband in his teeth, he found himself allowing his lips to linger on her flesh, or slipping his tongue along the waistband before again capturing it with his teeth. Kay was fully aware of this, but delighted in the torment it must have been putting him through.


"Mikey, are you lowering my panties or already starting your worship of my ass? If the latter, please remember you haven't been given permission to kiss my ass yet...only to unveil it." 

No sooner had she spoken than she felt his short mustache hairs again prickling her cheeks as his mouth resumed its torturous battle to get her panties out of his way once and for all. The warm gust of air from his dejected sigh caused such lovely tingles of pleasure on her cheeks that she almost wanted to kiss him for it. That diversion, delightful as it was, was short, and she immediately went back to teasing Mike's cock and balls with her toes, and watching his determined tongue lapping between leather and the flesh of her giddy foot.

Mikey nearly whooped a victorious cry when he finally got her panties below her haughty buns. But just as the sound crept up from his throat he got a clear, unfettered view of his Goddess's soft, perfect ass. The surging bellow of victory suddenly caught in his throat, choked him until he swallowed, then shriveled to a soft sigh. His eyes bulged, pupils dilating to take in all those delectable, glorious details. He swallowed again, even harder, and gasped loudly, saliva collecting in his mouth yet again. God, how he wanted to lunge forward and clamp his lips on that beautiful rump! His mind could taste it as clearly as his eyes beheld it.

When the tugging at her panties stopped, Kay realized that Mikey's arduous task must've finally been completed. It wasn't his sighing that she heard so much as the deep, guttural groan that came directly from his melting core as he gazed lustfully at her naked cheeks. She turned back to see him staring at her bottom, his eyes glazed over in the most adoring look she'd ever seen...even on one of her darling footboys. She shouldn't have even been able to see him there under her dress, but for the fact that his hands, white-knuckled from their excited wringing of the filmy fabric, were holding the crumpled hem of the dress tightly against the back of her waist. This gave a wonderfully clear view of her glassy-eyed ass-worshipper as he leaned forward, lungs racing (still bathing her bottom in that luscious warmth), gazing wistfully at the current object of his desire. Two things struck her simultaneously...pity for Mikey - so close to the target of his lust, yet unable to act - and the absolute, hot, sweaty NEED for him to worship her ass like a lust-crazed madman. Eager for his adoration, she hurriedly bent over just a bit -- necessitating the cessation of her toe-flicking of Mike's penis down below -- wiggled her behind excitedly, and said in a throaty whisper, "Go ahead, Mikey....kiss my ass."

Mikey's upraised arms shuddered for an instant -- visibly so, which aroused Kay even more -- and then his moist fingers lost their grip, releasing Kay's dress, allowing it to float gently down over his head. It was a filmy dress, and allowed much light through its thin material, so although it was draped over him, there was still plenty of light for him to admire the alluring bottom before him. He had always loved Kay's ass, and she could feel his panting breath on her cheeks when he leaned forward, lips puckered, to show her how much he worshipped it...and her. It felt wonderful to finally have his attentive lips - and that delightfully sexy mustache - all over her wiggling fanny. She could feel his eyes feasting on her round globes whenever he came up for air and had a second or two to admire them again before resuming his heated lip service. But kissing alone wouldn't satisfy Kay this night. It rarely did. No...now that he was there at her ass, fawning happily all over it, it was time to give him his complete itinerary. 

"No one worships my ass like you do, Mikey," she said, leering down and back at him, but seeing only the shape of his busy head beneath her dress. "But I want more than hot kisses, slaveboy. Yes, I do want you to first kiss my ass, but then lick every inch of it, too - EVERY inch, mind you - and then nibble it...even nip it with your teeth. You know how I like it done. Start off slow and sensual, but then put some real effort into it. Show me how much you worship me by adoring my ass with that sexy mouth of yours. Show me the deep down passion you have for your Goddess. And do NOT stop until I tell you to. Mike's done a superb job of licking my feet, so far, so you have a lot of catching up to do. Go ahead, Mikey...get started. Worship my ass, sweetie. Make hot, sexy love to it."

Mikey's lips made contact with her left cheek before the sentence was completed. He kissed as he was told, slowly and sensually, his mouth savoring her bottom. She loved the feeling of his hot breath on her backside, the softness of his lips all over it, the tiny mustache hairs dancing and tickling. It was a delicious companion sensation to the panting breath and hot, wet tongue on her feet. Two hungry, obedient mouths, eagerly worshipping her feet and bottom. And both those mouths working so hard to please her. Soft lips; hot, wet tongues; gasping footboy breaths....it was just so many glorious sensations! She became instantly wet; and Mikey, his face buried in her ass, could sense it. He sighed on her excited derriere, which only served to further intensify her growing desires.

Kay was so turned on by this time that she didn't bother giving orders to Michael. During a particularly energetic butt-nibbling session by Mikey, and the final success of Mike's insertion of his tongue under her sole, Kay took matters into her own hands. She reached out and grabbed Michael by the back of the neck and pulled him forward, kissing him hard on the mouth, shoving her tongue so deeply into it that his eyes widened in surprise...though also with an equal amount of delight.

Michael had to straddle Mike as Kay mashed her lips against his, nearly stepping on the feverishly lapping footboy, trying almost comically to gain equilibrium following Kay's surprise oral assault on his mouth. Kay eventually let go of Michael's neck, but continued to kiss him passionately. Both hands now free, she grabbed his swollen penis with one, and one of his hands with the other. She stroked and fondled his genitals as she kissed him, then brought his captured hand under her dress. Her panties already down around her legs to enable Mikey's butt-kissing marathon, her moistening sex was openly available for stroking of its own. She guided Michael's hand directly to it, spreading her legs a bit to give him open access to the deeper petals of her flower. "Be a good footboy and finger me so, sooo nice," she whispered into Michaels' mouth. The spreading of her legs temporarily created a problem for the sole-licking Mike, but he went with the flow, found her foot again, and happily reinserted his tongue under the pads of her toes. His licking resumed almost uninterrupted.

Mikey's labors likewise hardly skipped a beat. With only the briefest of delays, his busy mouth sucked and chewed on her receptive ass. Though Kay had had to stop toe-flicking his cock, Mike's enthusiasm for tasting her feet roared on unabated. By this time - through much persistence and diligence - he'd managed somehow to remove her left sandal, and with squeals of glee was energetically thrusting his writhing tongue between her toes in rapid, but very thorough, succession. Kay continued to kiss Michael passionately while his fingers explored her dripping nest as deeply as they could, and hers fondled his jewels. Three hot mouths all over her, doing their best to satisfy her; her ass and her feet bathed in worship, a captive cock in her grasp, and deliciously wiggling fingers deep inside her. It was just too much for her to take. Already a volcano was smoldering hotly deep inside her.

Trembling from head to toe, Kay sighed into Michael's sucking mouth. Sensing this from below, Mikey started biting her cheeks in earnest, letting his teeth take large portions of her sweet flesh between them, gnawing and sucking on them with conviction. Mike was on his belly on the floor now, sucking Kay's toes as if he wanted to swallow them all. Her sexy, strappy sandals were drenched with his saliva, as were her feet, from toes to heels, insteps to soles, sides to ankles. The second sandal, also deftly and mysteriously removed, lay footless and abandoned beside its wet, but drying, sister a few feet away. Michael's fingers were burrowing deep inside her. Without prompting from Kay, his other hand had joined the first, teasing fingers focusing their attention on her burning bulb while the fingers of his other hand filled her opening, gliding in and out, over and over.

As these pleasuring mantoys catered to Kay, all three knew she was about to have an incredible orgasm...and each of them felt both pride and satisfaction. Pleasing Kay had always been their one most precious goal, and any time that happened, they felt almost as much pleasure as she did, even if they themselves didn't have orgasms...yet. Knowing that SHE had...well...THAT was the true reward.

Kay gasped as Michael continued to passionately kiss her. Her vaginal muscles sucked at his fingers. She fondled him shamelessly as his fingers tweaked her clit. She started shuddering so much that Mikey had to hold her cheeks tightly with his hands so he could continue to devour them. Mike's tongue wasn't the least bit tired as he kept licking Kay's feet, now employing a firm, slow, ice-cream-cone-licking technique on the soft sole of her right foot. Even from where HE was, he could tell by the moans above and her quaking legs that she was about to explode. All three footboys kept up the pressure. Not one mouth slackened its pace; not one set of fingers slowed. Mikey's teeth bit at Kay's ass and Mike's tongue scoured her feet. The throbbing of Michael's penis filled the palm of her hand with a rhythmic heartbeat pulse as she stroked and fondled it.

With a long, low moan and an ensuing guttural bellow that was muffled by Michael's mouth, Kay came. Her legs shook like willows in an earthquake. Nonetheless, her hips started thrusting backwards and forward, bouncing her butt off Mikey's face faster and faster with each passing second. Frustrated by this more briskly moving target, Mikey's mouth opened wide and waited for its next contact with fanny flesh. It took less than a second. As one lush cheek slammed into his face, his lips latched stubbornly onto it, sucking hard. Thus attached, licking as he sucked, his face rode out Kay's orgasm fused at the lips to her ass. Before long, she gushed around Michael's fingers, her own fingers digging deeply into his finely sculpted buns and squeezing his member like a snake charmer firmly grasping the body of a deadly cobra. Kay's gasping, sighing moans drifted throughout the large villa, filling every nook and cranny of every room with its resonance. To the three faithfully dilligent slaves, it was the sweetest music they'd ever heard. To Kay it was simply...release.

She started to buckle under the sexual onslaught, her trembling legs giving out as molten liquids rushed from her. The men never abandoned their assigned tasks for a second, hoping to give Kay enough stimulation to keep her riding the crest of her orgasm for as long as possible. And that she did. She moaned and squirmed against Mikey and Michael for so deliciously long. She even managed to lift one foot and reward Mike by mashing her toes into the side of his face while he staunchly tried to suck and lick it. He was certainly a persistent one.

Kay finally released Michael's cock when she began to feel lightheaded. In some shadowy, faraway place, she was somewhat sorry he hadn't come while she stroked him. But, even clouded as her mind was, she realized that could be a good thing, too. Wouldn't do for a footboy to lose interest because he'd had an orgasm, now would it? Horned out slaves always gave the best service. He could have his orgasm later...after SHE was completely satisfied. After all, that's what this whole "party" was all about, wasn't it?...HER pleasure? In the universe of D/s, a slave's pleasure was ALWAYS secondary to his Goddess's, and his satisfaction was only allowed after SHE had been thoroughly satisfied.

Mike and Mikey only removed their mouths from Kay's body when they realized she was toppling. They both stood up quickly, but realized Michael had things well in hand. Those strong, still dripping hands had caught her, and held her quite firmly in their grasp. She had a wonderful, satisfied grin on her face...and this totally warmed the hearts of her three footboys. They had pleased their Goddess. All was right with the world.

"I think our Goddess needs a rest before her massage," Mike said, his face red and sore from constant rubbing against shoe leather.

"Yes," Mikey agreed, "bring her over here to the chaise and we'll let her relax before we pamper her any more. After she recovers a bit, we'll undress her and rub her down nice."

"I'm okay, boys," Kay said as they led her toward the chaise. "Just give me five minutes. I'm going to want LOTS more of what you just gave me. That was INCREDIBLE! But don't get cocky. I'm going to need a lot more than that before I give my footboys a break. Now, after I sit for a bit, I'll tell you what I want you to do next. I've already got some great ideas. You boys are in for one helluva day....and NIGHT if I have anything to say about it. And, oh yeah...I'm the boss, so I DO have something to say about it!" She laughed, giddy from head to toe with power.

The chaise lounge they brought her to was in the center of the room, with plenty of space all around it...like a throne in the center of a huge throne room. It had the initial appearance of a simple sofa, but instead of a backrest running along its length behind the seat cushions, it had a plush-pillowed head and backrest to one side, where the sofa arms would normally be. The "back" was open, only the one end suitable for lying against. The overall appearance was that of a long, cushioned lawn chair, except decadently plush, wickedly soft and majestically ornate. It looked as if it waited for royalty to lie along its length, head pampered in deeply soft pillows, legs outstretched, while servants scuttle about bringing refreshments and fanning the sweat from the royal brow. In short, it was indeed Kay's personal throne, upon which she would be catered to and pleasured by the sexiest, most accommodating footboys ever to walk the earth.




One, Two, Three Mikes...and Kay!



Walking her to her own little slice of decadent heaven, the men sat her down comfortably on the chaise, stretching her out comfortably. She looked like pampered royalty...which, of course, she was. She motioned for them to sit on the floor alongside the chaise and wait for her next commands. They did so, Mike and Mikey on one side, Michael on the other. She looked down at them, smiling. Does it get any better than this?, she thought. Three studly men whose only goal was to please her...any way she chose...for as long as SHE decided it was necessary. She sighed and held her feet out. "Mike, since it's your saliva all over my feet, you can be the one to wash it off. Just bathe my feet nice and sensually while I relax for a few minutes. While you're doing that, I'll decide how to best use you boys next...and for the rest of the evening."

"Yes, ma'am," Mike said, rising to go get water and a cloth. Kay watched him leave, then looked from side to side, smiling wickedly at her other two foot slaves, mulling over in her mind what to do with them next. She decided she'd wait until after her foot bath, as she just wanted to lie there and enjoy it. But, when your feet are an erogenous zone, it's hard to relax during a foot bath. And when you've got three sexy men to cater to your wildest whims, relaxation is even harder to come by. These facts would be drilled home quite eloquently when Mike got back and the actual bath was begun. Kay, Michael and Mikey looked back and forth at one another, flushed and almost giddy with suspense. The air crackled with kinetic energy. Anticipation oozed from their every pore as they waited for Mike's return with the implements of Kay's next installment of pampering and pleasuring. "Wait," Kay said, looking at Mikey and Michael, "while Mike is preparing my yummy footbath, you two can help me undress." She sat up on the chaise, turned toward Mikey, and then stood. "Mikey," she said, "you finish removing my panties. They're still around my upper thighs. And don't go trying to lick anything, either. I'LL decide when you do that. And, you WILL do it at some point." Mike got up onto his knees and lifted her dress again, this time from the front. Throughout the entire time he was slipping her panties down her legs, his eyes never left her still dewdropped bush.

As Mikey was sliding her panties down her legs, she looked back to Michaeal. "You, Michael, do be a dear and unzip my dress. As soon as Mikey has my panties off, just slip the straps over my shoulders and let it drop. Mikey can take it from there." The instant Kay stepped out of her panties - giving Mikey permission to kiss them before setting them aside - Michael did as she told him, and the filmy dress glided downward gracefully, settling over Mikey's head. For a second time in a relatively short time span, he had Kay's dress draped over his head. He had to remove it from that seemingly favorite position before she could step out of it.

Mike had arrived with a basin of warm water, a washcloth and a towel just in time to see Mikey climbing out from under Kay's dress and setting it aside with her panties. Following orders, Michael was already unclasping Kay's bra, which she allowed him to nuzzle and kiss before adding it to the pile of her clothing. "Mmmm... free of clothing. Isn't that better, my loyal slaves? Now you get to worship your Goddess with your eyes - until she has you do it with other parts of you." She sat down and leaned back against the plush pillow, snuggling her body into the soft cushions beneath her. She sighed at the sensual softness as the chaise seemed to embrace and caress her.

"Go ahead, Mike, wash my feet nice. Get them squeaky clean. There will be a couple of other mouths on them as the day progresses, and I want them at their best. And don't forget to get your saliva from between the toes, too." She lifted both her legs, held them out straight, aiming them directly at Mike, and wiggled her feet at him. Her lips formed a tightlipped smirk, but it was her narrowly slit eyes and furrowed brow, along with her overall body language that showed her slaveboy with crystal clarity that she expected immediate and even grateful compliance. Receiving the message clearly, Mike dropped to his knees without a second's hesitation and began to sensually, adoringly bathe her feet. Her features softening, Kay gasped a contented sigh as the warm water played over her feet. Mike was indeed thorough, using his hands and the cloth to excellent advantage. You could tell he'd bathed her feet before, for he indeed knew EXACTLY how she expected to be pampered.

"Now, what to do with my other faithful footboys?" Kay sighed, looking from one to the other, each of them now standing on opposite sides of her personal pleasure throne. "I know; each of you take one of my hands. Get down on your knees and kiss them with both respect and worship, especially my fingertips. Make me FEEL your worship. Lavish it on my hands until it penetrates my skin and courses through my entire body." She held her hands out to them and each accepted one of them. Then each went down on his knees and kissed his generously proffered gift reverently. What a glorious sight it was. Two naked men on their knees on either side of her, each kissing her hand with complete devotion. A third naked man sensually bathing her feet in deliciously warm water, making her toes wiggle with glee. All three of those handsome men, despite the rather mundane and seemingly non-erotic tasks they were performing, had erections that throbbed with a vigor that made Kay sweat and yearn for many more orgasms. Such complete and utter devotion. It made her shiver with delight from the tip of the longest hair on her head down to the tips of her shiny, pampered toenails.

"Mikey, Michael...kiss your way up my arms to my shoulders. Then go even higher, and each of you kiss your side of my neck. Mike, massage my feet deeply as you wash them." Every word met with instant compliance; Kay sighed and closed her eyes. She only occasionally opened them, and only long enough to assure herself that her lusty toys still had fully engorged, ever hopeful, bobbing erections. It was a most excellent sign. The more she kept her worshippers aroused and hopeful, the more she could expect continued topnotch service from them. And from the looks of things, she could expect MUCH good service for the foreseeable future. 

Mike's warm water massage of her pampered feet was wonderful. He kneaded her flesh with strong fingers and thumbs. And she could hear his excited breathing as he made her soles and toes especially feel like they were in heaven. He so loved her feet. All she had to do was kick off her shoes and she knew he was instant mush. He would do almost anything just to be near them. She loved that about him - and ALL her loyal foot boys. That's the beauty of men with foot fetishes. Once her shoes came off, it started their juices - both masculine and submissive - flowing with wild abandon, and they belonged to her - mind, body and soul. It never ceased to amaze her how only a handful of women had discovered this fact, and how fewer still used it to full advantage. 

When Mikey and Michael had slowly kissed their way up her arms up to, and above, her shoulders, she began to sigh long, deep sighs. Warm breaths and soft lips roamed reverently all over her neck. So sensuously erotic. Lifting her arms up, she grabbed each of them behind their heads at the bases of their skulls. She turned to Michael and interrupted his neck kissing to capture his mouth with hers. She kissed him slowly and erotically, invading his moist oral cavity deeply with her probing tongue. Then she pushed his head back down to allow him to resume kissing her neck. She turned to Mikey and repeated those same acts of sensual kissing. Back and forth, from one to the other, she kissed each deeply and passionately while the other's lips worshipped her neck. How utterly delicious, having two men kissing her mouth and neck, while a third dutifully cleansed her feet. Her naked body shivered with delight. Such lusty kissers her men were. And with her calling the shots - pulling first Michael's mouth to hers, and then Mikey's, taking WHAT she wanted WHEN she wanted it...it was so gloriously exciting. Owning three completely attentive men, demanding and receiving any kind of pleasure from them she required. NOTHING could be more arousing, and fulfilling in and of itself.

At length, having gotten her two kissing studs into the rhythm of taking turns passionately kissing her, Kay felt it was time to release their heads. She had the urge to put her hands to more...intimate...use. She simply turned her head from side to side, Mikey happily kissing her hungry mouth, and then Michael taking his turn. Her hands, now free to roam, she moved downward, tracing her fingertips lightly along their chests, bellies...and lower still. As she accepted burning kisses from first one, then the other of her obedient slaves, her hands shamelessly groped and fondled their hot, wonderfully stiff erections. They throbbed in her hands, heated her palms and fingers. When she first teased their members, they gasped into her mouth. But as her genital fondling - not limited to just their cocks, but including their soft, squeezable sacks as well - became more and more merciless, the two men kissed her even more passionately, panting as they thrust their writhing tongues into her waiting mouth. They squirmed as they took turns kissing her, rubbing their naked bodies up against her. Although they'd not been given permission to do so, each of them found one of her breasts with a searching hand that needed to touch their Goddess. Although she could have, Kay did not get angry at this. Nor did she chastise her slaves or make them stop fondling her breasts. It felt too good to make them stop. Even if they HAD been presumptuous, she would allow them to continue, for that reason alone. Hot, deep, steamy kisses...her breasts teased, tweaked and fondled...her hands playing shamelessly with two sets of virile male genitalia...and her feet being warmly, sensuously pampered...all played out with three handsome men dedicated to pleasing her at all costs. Delicious, erotic sensations from head to toes. Ahh...it was good to be a Goddess. 

It was so incredibly difficult to bring herself to interrupt this sumptuous feast, but Kay felt she needed to catch her breath. Somehow she wasn't quite heading toward orgasm - though even that wouldn't take TOO much longer - but she felt she might be losing control. What was happening, while exciting beyond words, was not truly her dominant self taking COMPLETE charge of things. Just kissing and fondling these men, and having her feet washed, was not truly dominant on her part...or not dominant ENOUGH. The fact that she'd let Mikey and Michael take the liberty of fondling her breasts showed her this was true. While she truly enjoyed what was taking place, she needed to exert more control, humble her men, make them service her in more "worshipful" ways. Her dominant persona demanded it.

"Oh, my," she gasped, "you gentlemen certainly do take my breath away. Such wonderful kissers." Feeling a twinge of cruelty - or was it generosity? - she looked down at Mike and grinned. "Oh, poor Mike, you must feel left out." She took the foot he was working on from his grasp and held it out to him, joining it with the other foot. "Here, sweetie, you can kiss my feet while Mikey and Michael keep my mouth busy. After you've finished kissing them enough, you can get back to washing them. Go ahead, Mike...give my feet the most adoring kisses you've ever given them." Mike's smile was a joy to behold, and he immediately held both feet by the heels and showered them with kisses. He sighed as he adored her feet, even spreading her toes to kiss BETWEEN them, passionately squeezing his lips into those warm, tight spaces. His chest heaved and his lips sighed with the pure pleasure of kissing Kay's feet. It would've been clear to anyone just how much he worshiped her feet, and how deeply he NEEDED to please her.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes, back to work, boys." She resumed her passionate kissing of Mikey and Michael, savoring this scrumptious regimen for quite some time. Despite her previous reservations about Mikey and Michael taking liberties with her breasts, she allowed them to continue playing with them. It did feel wonderful. And somehow, just ordering Mike to worship her feet - and seeing how passionately and thoroughly he carried this out - was enough dominance to make it all right to continue with things as they were...but with one small exception. Her two hot-kissing slaves had taken it upon themselves to stimulate her breasts, and she would allow it to continue...but under HER control from now on.

Kay sighed softly, "Phew...such wonderful kissers. While you two have done a formidable job with my breasts, you shouldn't have done so without asking permission. Still, it's a wonderful idea, and I'd prefer to think of it not so much as you taking liberties, but as my two thoughtful slaves anticipating their Goddess's needs. And you've both done nicely up to this point. But I AM the Goddess here, and I will call the shots from here on. Michael, I think you should fondle and kiss BOTH my breasts while I suck face with Mikey here." She immediately grabbed Mikey's face and latched her lips onto his, as if expecting instantaneous, unquestioning compliance from Michael. If that was her thinking, it was absolutely, unerringly correct. Micheal was instantly busy fondling her breasts and licking and kissing her nipples. She sighed into Mikey's mouth. Minutes later, she whispered to Mikey, "Sexy footboy, rub my tummy very, very lightly with just your fingertips, while you kiss me. Play your fingers really gently just above my pussy. Play gently in my carpet. Make it tingle. Make ME tingle." As soon as she finished her request, she again pressed her mouth against his.

Mikey kissed her deeply, hotly, his right hand moving about her belly and abdomen, fingers barely touching her skin as they played teasingly in the uppermost curls of her bush. Michael sucked her breasts and licked every inch of them, his hands squeezing and groping them as his mouth gorged itself on their succulence. Mike was still busily planting adoring kisses on her feet, sighing his reverence. Kay melted into the chaise, hot, compliant lips on her feet, breasts and mouth. Nipples being fondled, squeezed and licked, belly caressed, mound erotically teased with the lightest of fingertips, toes kissed from every possible angle. She squirmed under the three-pronged oral assault. Again her demanding juices bubbled to the surface.

"Mike, your turn, get up here and kiss me. Michael, you take his place kissing my feet. Mikey, you take over sucking my breasts. C'mon, boys...rotate." And this became the new routine for a while...the three men taking turns worshipping her body, her telling them what to kiss, when, and for how long. Not one of them hesitated once, no matter what she told them to do. Mouths and hands were all over her body, at her strict instruction, pleasing her in whatever ways she desired. She felt like absolute royalty, her slaves making her entire body quiver with delight. Slowly, with all the sensual, erotic kissing and touching going on, Kay's needs increased. She felt herself craving another orgasm...reeling from a deep, unscratchable itch that could only be assuaged by a vaginal eruption of the highest magnitude.

"Oh, my," she gasped, trembling and writhing between her obedient slaves, "My darling footboys have done such a wonderful job of pleasing their Goddess, that she now finds herself in need of a tremendously strong orgasm. And for that, I'm going to need an energetic tongue with lots of stamina. Any volunteers?" She smiled wickedly, knowing full well that any one of them would gladly jump through a flaming hoop for the coveted honor of orally pleasuring their Goddess. She knew that kissing and licking between her legs was something they all dreamed about, hungered and prayed for. Orally servicing her sweet, dewy slit was a sought after reward that each of them had worked very hard for and ... slaved for...on several occasions. It came as no surprise to Kay when her men reacted so excitedly to her offer.

All three men raised their hands, eager for what they each considered to be one of the most delicious tasks she could give them. Kay laughed, excited by their eagerness. "Hmmmm....Mike, move the basin aside for a little while. You can ALL finish washing my feet later."

Mike moved the basin quickly, then stood with his two fellow slaves and awaited Kay's decision. Who would be the favored one? Whose lucky mouth would receive the ultimate honor? They were like antsy little boys waiting for the verdict.

"Oh, my, how to choose? You all have such lovely tongues. Who should I give the honor of licking my pussy? How can I judge who'd do the best job? Hmmm.....I think I know," she grinned. "Close your eyes, boys, and picture yourself spreading me open and putting your tongue deep inside me." They closed their eyes. All of them smiled. All of them sighed. But Kay's gaze fell lower, judging by the swelling of their members just who wanted to eat her sweet prize the most. They all rose substantially, inflated in proportion to their interest. But one rose higher than the other two, bloated with desire, engorged and pounding with more vigor than the other two hopeful cocks.

"Ahhh," Kay sighed, "we have a winner. Mikey, you have the biggest erection from fantasizing about eating me, so you get the honor. Be a good boy and get down on your knees again and get that cute face of yours snuggled right in there between my legs. C'mon, now, hurry...I'm really, REALLY horny!"

Barely able to contain himself, Mikey had no qualms about dropping to his knees at the end of the chaise. His eyes grew wide with excitement and he could barely breathe, as Kay slid down toward him and lay back again, spreading her legs wide, offering him her pussy to worship. From the first day they'd met, that silky slit had owned him, even moreso than her beautiful feet, and he was grateful beyond words every time she allowed him to taste it. "There you go, Mikey. Lick it really nice for me. I would have you kiss it for a while first, because it loves to be worshipped, but my need is too great right now. So, get right to it, sexy slaveboy. Make me gush like never before. Eat my pussy like," she thought for a second, "like every lick was another day that you get to be my slave." It sounded hokey, but it registered. His eyes twinkled, he licked his lips, and he stared with smoldering desire at her moist, beckoning crevice. It did indeed own him. And both he and Kay knew that any day he was with her would not be complete for him unless he could somehow make that demanding slit erupt with pleasure.

Mikey felt hot and cold at the same time, shivering and gasping with excitement as he leaned toward that moist crevice. He spread it open gently with his fingers and kissed the glistening petals with a restrained eagerness. His body shivered again, and he sighed his hot breath all over Kay's steaming sex. It seemed to steam more and more as he continued to pant on it. The sight of it, the feel of it, it's alluring scent...all seemed to draw him to it. He could hold back no longer. He dove into it, tongue outstretched, searching, needing to please her.

When Mikey had settled down to some slow, steady, long-term lapping of her burning sex, Kay looked quickly at her other two slaveboys. "You two," she commanded, "lift my legs high in the air. While Mikey eats me, you two rub and kiss my legs and feet. While you're kissing my feet, rub my legs. While you're kissing my calves, massage my feet. Gently stroke behind my knees while you suck my toes. Lick my thighs while rubbing my calves. And then I want you both to kiss and lick behind my knees at the same time. Massage my legs and feet with your hands AND your lips! I don't care how you work it out, just do it. And whatever you do, don't get in Mikey's way. I don't want ANYTHING interrupting what his tongue is doing." Mikey's tongue hit a favorite spot, and Kay gasped and trembled. "Oh, yes," she repeated, "I want NOTHING interfering with what Mikey's doing. Hurry up now, my devoted footboys....get busy! I need to lie back and ENJOY this."




One, Two, Three Mikes...and Kay!



Mikey was savoring her pussy the way he always did, licking her slowly and thoroughly, sucking on her juicy folds with the kind of enthusiastic ardor Kay always loved from him. His lips captured great mouthfuls of her moist, pink flesh, taking them deeply into his mouth and sucking the juices out...juices that just as quickly replenished themselves for Mikey to feed upon over and over again. He slipped his tongue deep inside her opening, licking her sugar walls all around. He sometimes lapped or sucked quietly; other times his passion got the better of him, and he panted his lust as he ate her. His hot breath did as much to inflame Kay's desires as his tireless tongue did. She squirmed as he happily feasted on her.

MIchael was licking her left heel while rubbing her shin and the sides of her calf. He chewed her heel gently, something she always enjoyed. He then moved to the rest of her foot, lightly chewing every inch around the side of her foot from heel to toes. Mike was attacking her right foot from the other end, sucking her toes deeply in his mouth while gently rubbing his fingertips behind her knee. Kay's toes were wiggling madly in his mouth. Removing her toes from his mouth, he spread them apart two by two and rammed his tongue between them, flexing it, expanding it, so that it completely filled those humid spaces. That fat, undulating tongue scoured between her toes, feeling to Kay like a hot sponge squishing between them. It felt incredible. One foot being lightly chewed all over, the other having its toes sucked and the spaces between them filled with squirming tongue. And all the while Mikey's face was burrowing ever deeper between her legs. Under this kind of three-pronged attack, Kay knew she couldn't last long before lathering Mikey's hard working mouth with her sweet cream.

And she was right. The finishing touch was when Michael and Mike coordinated their efforts and started kissing and licking behind her knees. They dropped to their own knees and lowered her legs accordingly. They nuzzled, kissed and lapped behind her knees while they gently stroked her inner thighs. Her toes, though unattended, were wiggling madly, scrunching and splaying as wildly as her feet themselves wiggled at the ankles. Her feet were the most animated part of her body...until she came.

Kay's body went rigid and her gasping seemed to stop. But she was only holding her breath. Her eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling. Then her body loosened up, and every part of her started moving at once. Mike and Michael could barely keep up with her flailing legs, trying desperately to keep stimulating her behind her knees. Mikey's mouth was making wet, squeaky, sucking noises when Kay's orgasm hit. Her thrashing about made it difficult for him to keep licking her, but he was determined to lick continuously throughout her orgasm, from it's heaving, gushing, initial spurts straight through to its sputtering, twitching conclusion. And he did just that. It is a slave's duty, after all, to see his Goddess's pleasure through to its very end.

Kay's thighs squeezed Mikey's head in a viselike grip and her hips bucked her up off the already wet cushions, pounding her pussy into his face. Hot, wet cream instantly bathed his face...but he continued to lick any part of her pussy he could manage to keep his mouth on. Her hands grabbed his head, pushing his face even tighter against her erupting slit. She held his head motionless while she pummeled his face with her entire crotch area. Mikey smiled a delighted smile even as he fought to breathe. Nails dug into the back of his head; his face was raked by wet, matted pubic hairs; he had to grab quick gasps of air during those rare moments when Kay's pussy wasn't pummelling his nose and mouth with the fury of her pent-up desire. All of this he considered a small price to pay for his Goddess's total pleasure and satisfaction.

The licking and kissing going on behind her knees was the final impetus that sent her molten liquids into Mikey's face, but those sensations faded well behind those going on between her legs. Her entire life force was centered at her erupting core, and it seemed as if her very life energy was leaving her body via that route. It was incredible. And throughout her entire orgasm, all three of her faithful foot slaves stayed with her. Not one of them left his post. Each continued to cater to her every need from start to finish. This she realized even through her orgasmic haze.

When Kay's gushing finally ceased, Mike and Michael slowly pulled her legs apart, loosening the suffocating grip her thighs had on Mikey's battered head, freeing their gasping brother so he could once again breathe life giving oxygen. Grinning widely, Mikey pulled his head out of Kay's treasure and fell back onto the floor at the foot of the chaise. His reddened face had a shiny, liquid sheen to it. His mustache and beard were sticky, matted messes. Yet, still he grinned and sighed. Mike and Michael seemed unscathed, though their tongues were almost swollen with their Herculean efforts. They sat on the floor next to Mikey, gasping their own exhaustion. But ALL of them beamed with pride.

Kay's happy squeals were soon heard over all the panting and gasping. For several minutes she lay on the chaise, her body tense and twitching as she rode out the remainder of her orgasm. Finally, stretching and sighing her deight and satisfaction, she sat up and looked at her fatigued slave boys. Two glorious orgasms under her belt, she realized that the possibilities this day were endless, with three toys to do her bidding. But she figured she'd better give them a rest, or they'd tire out too fast...and THEN what use would they be?! The key to getting the most out of a slave was to PACE his efforts, so as not to exhaust him too quickly and thereby dilute any future efforts on her behalf.

"I must have the very best foot slaves in the entire world," she cooed, "without a doubt. You boys were just FABULOUS! You really did your Goddess proud. I don't think there's a single inch of my body that isn't tingling. I feel incredible. I feel like I could do this all night!" She grinned wickedly at her chattel, eager to see their facial responses to that statement. They all rolled their eyes and moaned, but - more importantly - they all still had erections! That was a very good thing, indeed.

"Now I REALLY need to rest," she said, and slid back to lie on the pillow again. "I think my foot boys need a little break, too. So, Mikey, get the basin and washcloth back over here. ALL THREE of you can wash my feet while I decide what game to play with you next. Oh, this is such a wonderful day!"

When Mikey had retrieved the bathing implements, the water no longer hot, but still warm, Kay slid sideways on the chaise and dangled her feet over the edge. "Go ahead, my hunky little slaves, wash my feet...completely this time. Massage them and get them all nice and clean." She held them out for the bathing that was never truly completed. All three of her men sat at her feet, eager to again please her. They took turns washing her feet, though three pairs of eager hands didn't work all that well with only two feet to wash. "Now, now, boys, don't fight over my feet. Share nice, now. You'll all get your turn pampering my feet, I promise. Mike, you've had plenty of time with my feet. Maybe you should rub my back while Mikey and Michael clean and rub my feet. C'mon, give my back, neck and shoulders a nice massage. We'll watch Mikey and Michael work on my feet together."

And so ended phase two of Kay's servicing by her slave boys. Mikey and Michael each bathing and firmly kneading her feet, giving her a soothing foot massage and bath....and Mike getting the kinks and knots out of her shoulders, neck and back. Massaged nicely at both ends by doting footboys. Kay could only wonder why, after all these years, the powers above had suddenly - FINALLY - decided to smile down upon her. But, at this sublime, mellow point in time, she didn't care how or why it was happening, only that it WAS happening. 

All she knew was...she had every intention of making it last as long as possible. Kay totally relaxed under the soothing ministrations of those six strong hands. Eyes closed, sighing quietly, she let herself drift deeper and deeper into a drowsy world of comfort and pleasure. Mikey and Michael were just doing incredibly delicious things to her feet, and Mike was making her shoulders, neck and back unwind. She felt once again like a pampered Goddess. She allowed her slaves to pamper her thus for nearly thirty minutes. So joyously relaxing.

But Kay is not one to remain immobile for long with three naked men in her immediate vicinity. And as she sat there in front of the back-rubbing Mike, something soon happened to remind her that these three footboys were hers to play with. No matter how relaxed she was, she was ALWAYS on the verge of charging right up again. She could switch from dreamily mesmerized to wantonly lusty in a heartbeat. And that's exactly what occurred. All it took was one little tickle on her lower back, just above her tailbone.

Mike's erection had somehow changed position. Maybe he was fantasizing about his Goddess as he massaged her back. Or maybe he was watching Michael and Mikey knead her painted toes, slipping their fingers between them as they pampered her royal feet. Whatever the cause, Mike's penis swelled and throbbed, and ultimately began tapping lightly against Kay's lower back. Tap, tap, tap...rhythmically prodding her drowsy libido awake. She knew in an instant what it was. She smiled. The smile became a sly grin. The sly grin morphed into a wide, toothy, Cheshire cat grin...and her hormones - generously laced with dominance - kicked into gear.

Envisioning a pulsating penis throbbing erotically against her back, Kay almost immediately linked that penis to what was going on at her spoiled feet. From there, she made a connection between beautiful cocks and her beautiful feet. And thus her plan germinated. She knew in an instant just how she wanted to give her footboys pleasure - by way of receiving pleasure FROM them, of course. They had to be erotically charged and sexually pent up by now. And the best way to keep a footboy devoted to her was to eventually give him release. So, she would do it in a wonderfully fun way, a way that would amuse and please herself at the same time it drove her slaveboys wild.

Kay turned sideways on the chaise, taking her feet away from Michael and Mikey without the slightest warning. They looked broken-hearted, but she had a way to heal their pains quickly. "Quickly, Michael, dry my feet. Then put the basin and cloths aside. You've been wonderful footboys and I'm going to give you a reward.

Mikey and Michael were like gleeful schoolboys. They had no idea what Kay had in mind, but they had no doubt they'd love it. So, when the bathing implements had been pushed aside, they sat waiting for what would come next.

"Come around to this side of the chaise, Michael, and sit next to Mkey," Kay ordered. MIchael instantly complied, his engorged penis bobbing up and down busily as he hastened to join Mikey on the floor on the other side of his Goddess's new throne. When Michael had sat next to Mikey, Kay continued, "Now, sit cross-legged, Indian style. That's right. Ooooh, such nice, fat cocks you boys have. Would my sweet, attentive slave boys like a nice footjob from their Goddess?"

Two wide, round pairs of eyes greeted the question, obviously an affirmative response. Kay smiled and scooted over on the chaise until she was positioned between the two nearly drooling slaves. She slid forward, grinning, making sure her legs would stretch out far enough to allow her feet the proper distance and angle to play with those delectably bobbing shafts. To Mike, still behind her, she said, "Sorry I only have two feet, Mike, or I'd give you a footjob, too. But, if you're a good footboy, maybe later. In the meantime, I want you to keep massaging my back for now. But when I tell you to, I want you to reach around and fondle my breasts. While you're doing that, I want you kissing the back of my neck and licking my earlobes. You got all that?" At first, Mike nodded eagerly, then realized he needed to verbalize it and said quietly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Wonderful," Kay said, "Now, let's get started, shall we?" Barely able to contain her eagerness to begin, she nearly rubbed and wrung her hands together like a bookie about to take a bet from a favorite mark.

Playfully, she flicked at the two throbbing cocks with the tips of her toes, batting them around a little, chuckling with twisted glee. "Such fine cocks," she said, "so fun to play with. It's nice to have such interested cocks at my feet." She batted them from side to side, grabbed the heads with her toes, lightly glided her toes along the undersides of both -- all in all, just amusing herself with their swollen manhoods. The men were getting glassy-eyed, biting their lips. Kay was having the time of her life. Such power; it was intoxicating.

"I don't feel you massaging my back, Mike. Are you tired of pleasing me? I could send you into another room if you're bored."

"No, ma'am," Mike quickly blurted out, "I'm so sorry. I'm not bored at all." His fingers immediately began digging into her flesh, kneading, comforting once again. 

"Ahh...good boy. That's much better, slave. But from now on, please don't hesitate or lose track of your duties. If you do, I'll be forced to have you sit across the room and watch the rest of us have fun. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said more quietly, more humbly, "Again, I apologize."

"It's all right. You'll make it up to me when you start fondling my breasts and kissing my neck. I have lots of faith in you. Mmmmm....and you DO rub so nicely."

Her feet started getting more serious about tending to the two cocks before her. She took Mikey's penis between her feet and rubbed it between her soles, gliding them up and down the sides of the shaft. Then she gently rotated his shaft with her feet as she slid her soles up and down. Mikey was nearly chewing his lip off entirely. But then, abruptly, cruelly, she suddenly stopped the penile stimulation and moved her feet over to Michael's cock. She repeated the same actions there, until Michael got the same blissful look on his face that Mikey had. Back and forth her feet went, rubbing first one cock, then the other. Each hint of bliss on either face met with instant removal of her feet from their overstimulated glans. If even a single drop of pre-cum made its presence known, that excited penis was again left unattended to. It was THEIR job to give HER pleasure, not the other way around. This was merely her way of making them eager to cater to her over and over again. They knew this as well as she did - and accepted it as the natural order of things. Frustrating as it was, it pleased Kay...and that made it okay by them. Therefore, needles to say, Kay's two sitting footboys were gasping and trembling by the time she stopped this portion of her sadistic game.

"Uncross your legs and bend them at the knees," she said, and again they obeyed instantly. "Good. Now pull your knees back against your chests. I want to see those lovely, sperm-filled balls of yours." She nodded her approval when they complied.

She grinned, eyeing their large, wrinkled sacks. One set of toes slid under each pair of testicles and jiggled them playfully. She jiggled them so energetically, that the men's cocks bounced from side to side as her toes enjoyed their sadistic game. Then she again used both feet on each man, taking one sack between her soles and gently gliding her soft foot flesh along their entire surface. Back and forth, from Mikey to Michael and back again, she used the soles of her feet to lightly caress their testicles, her toes occasionally jiggling those hairy sack toys just for the fun of it. The soft hairs tickled her feet so pleasantly. Again, the men were biting their lips. Beads of sweat were forming on both their reddening faces. Kay nearly laughed out loud. Such fun to play with her boytoys this way.

She knew they were both approaching orgasm, but she wanted them to make a mental link between her letting them come and their devotion to her. When she pressed her soles against the undersides of their shafts -- one foot brazenly occupying each man's cock -- and started rubbing up and down rhythmically and forcefully, she watched their faces...listened for their gasps. Both men's fingers were digging into the carpet, their legs trembling. Slack jaws gasped deep sighs. It was time.

"Mike," she said sharply, "start kissing my neck and touching my breasts. Make sure you pay LOTS of attention to my nipples. Start NOW!" Mike's fingers and lips flew into instant action. Strong arms encircled her from behind and ecstatic fingers fondled her breast flesh. Warm lips adored her neck, an obedient tongue licked her sensitive earlobes. She sighed deeply, contentedly.

"Mikey, profess your undying loyalty to me. Tell me you worship me completely." She wriggled her toes quickly along his shaft, pressing her sole against it so he could feel the movement in minute detail. It had the desired effect.

Shuddering, gasping, Mikey moaned, "Oh, yes, Goddess....you are my Foot Goddess Supreme! I am your slave forever! I will always do ANYTHING you tell me to. I worship the ground you walk on! I will be loyal to you forever! I will NEVER disappoint you, I swear!" His entire body quivered as he spoke.

"Michael," she continued, "tell me you BELONG to my feet. Tell me my feet rule your world, and you will never EVER want or need another Goddess!"

"Oh, Goddess Kay," Michael gasped, nearly swallowing his own Adam's Apple, "I BELONG at your feet. Your feet OWN me. They are the reason I live. I could NEVER need any Goddess but you...EVER! Please let me be your foot slave forever!"

Kay was pleased. She stroked the two men with her feet, watching them gasp and shudder under their power. They were truly her foot slaves, her personal toys, her handsome slaveboy pets, under the complete control of her feet. In truth, under complete control of EVERY part of her. ANY part of her body was sacred to them, and each one of her footboys would gladly and GRATEFULLY service any part of her, any way she saw fit. It was precisely that willingness to service any part of her, that caused her to allow them to continue being her slaves. A choosy slave, after all, wasn't a true slave at all.

Watching these two men in her complete control was again making her wet and hot. Added to that visual feast, Mike's fondling hands and nipple-tweaking fingers were making her shudder as well. His hot mouth on her sensitive earlobes was driving her as crazy as her feet were doing to the sitting footboys. But, she needed to hear Mike's profession of loyalty, too. "Mike," she gasped, feeling her juices coming to a boil, "tell me YOU'RE my foot slave, also. Tell me how jealous you are of Michael and Mikey. Tell me it should be YOU at my feet, and if I let you back down there again, you'll NEVER disobey me!"

"Goddess," Mike gasped, feeling Kay's hand suddenly grasp his cock and begin stroking it, "you know I'm your BEST foot slave, and it should be ME at your feet always! Mikey and Michael could NEVER worship your feet with the talent and expertise that I can! Please let me back down at your feet, and I will never, EVER disobey you. I will service and pamper your feet better than ANYONE...EVER!! Please, Goddess! Please?" So aroused and fixated by the quivering footboys at her feet - and the joy she was receiving from controlling their penises with those same spoiled feet - that she couldn't turn to see Mike's pleading eyes behind her.

Mikey came first, followed immediately by Michael. Hot juices burst from Mikey's slit and shot several feet into the air. He gasped and dug his hands deeper into the carpet, his bent legs becoming rigid, thigh and calf muscles twitching spastically. Michael looked much the same, though he gasped louder. Both men creamed all over Kay's feet, their milky discharges dulling the burgundy color of her toenails.




One, Two, Three Mikes...and Kay!



Seeing her slaveboys coming all over her feet was the last impetus her own juices needed to spring forth from her silky slit. Kay gushed all over the edge of the chaise, and it dribbled down between her legs into the crack of her ass. She shuddered and moaned right along with her footboys. Her sudden, ferocious orgasm energized her cock-stroking feet, eliciting still more hot cum from the spurting penises beneath them.

When Mike's cock started spurting around Kay's clenched, stroking fingers, Kay's juices surged anew. She quivered as she watched the rhythmic volleys rocket skyward. Her own fluids felt warm and sticky between her legs as she continued to expel them for quite some time. The semen of her three slaves dribbled onto her hand and her ten happily wiggling toes. She loved seeing the satisfied faces on her three footboys, because she knew that happy slaves were loyal slaves. They were hers, now and always. Their very souls were bound inexorably to her soft, but mind-controlling, soles.

Her own cum still squeezing from her sputtering slit, Kay had one last test of their loyalty. And she knew it would prolong her orgasm. She lifted her feet in front of Michael and Mikey's goofy-looking sex faces and wiggled her cum-dripping toes. "My slaves have gotten my gorgeous toes all sticky. If you're as loyal and obedient as you just claimed to be, then both of you clean my toes right now. Lick your cum off my feet. Use those delightful mouths of yours to make them pretty again. And don't miss a single drop!"

Both men had looks of distaste on their faces, but Kay's sticky feet remained adamant. She would not remove them from their faces until they'd complied. And they knew it. So, repulsed or not, both men opened their mouths wide and allowed Kay to put her feet into them. They sucked slowly at first, not relishing the taste of their own cum. But, as time went on, the allure of Kay's feet, soiled with semen or not, won them over...and they sucked her toes as hungrily as they'd ever done. Lapping slaveboy mouths obediently removed the shiny, sticky pearls of cum from her bossy, demanding feet. Even with the unpleasant thought of licking their own cum from her feet bombarding their reeling brains, neither Michael nor Mikey could resist the allure of Kay's will-robbing feet..nor could they bring themselves to disobey or even disappoint her. It was just a foreign concept to them to not do as she wished.

"You're not immune from this, either, Mike. You've got your cum all over my hand. Lick it clean." She held up her hand and Mike reached for it with his. "No," Kay said, "keep fondling my breasts....but instead of licking my ears, suck your cum off my hand." Having the same distasteful grimace on his face that the other two slaves had exhibited, Mike nonetheless began sucking and licking his Goddess's sticky hand.

As expected, seeing and feeling her obedient slaves licking their own juices off her feet and hand had reenergized the orgasm that had only just begun to wane. It regained strength, and she squirmed on the chaise watching hot mouths reluctantly sucking her feet and hand. More hot liquids streamed from between her legs. It seemed her spastic vaginal muscles would NEVER calm down. Alas, after a wonderfully long and satisfying time, they did. But not before her hand and feet had been licked spotless, only the very slightest slick coating remaining on her fingers and toes.

All three men, having had their desires pent up for so long, had had incredibly strong orgasms...the kind that can exhaust you completely. Kay was exhausted, too, but being the kind of woman who's sexual energy was always renewing itself, she recovered quickly. She was tired, yes, but she still expected her slave boys to keep her amused and pleased. And watching them lick their own sticky fluids off of her had given her one wicked idea. It was something they could do for her that would both relax and titillate her.

"All right, boys," she said suddenly, "stop licking. My feet and hand should be clean enough now."

She took evil satisfaction in watching all three of her men slump, exhausted, on the floor, Mike having slid over the side of the chaise and crumpled weakly against it on the opposite side from Mikey and Michael. She lay back on the chaise like pampered royalty. Then, after giving them a false sense that they'd earned a rest, she wickedly added, "My slaves aren't tired, are they? Are my footboys lazy? I was generous enough to allow my footboys to come. Is this how they thank me, by becoming instantly lazy?!"

Michael, Mikey and Mike all looked at each other. Confused, they jolted to a half sitting position, their upper bodies propped up on their elbows. They couldn't figure out what they could've been lazy about. But Kay had no qualms about telling them. She had one more task for them before she'd give them a rest.

"Sure, you all licked up your own cum from my hand and feet, but what about MY cum? It's still all over me. Look at all that sticky cream between my legs. Look at it! Faithful, hardworking slaves would have OFFERED to clean me up instantly! But MY slaves are lazy, it seems. You all plop yourselves down as if you've EARNED some sort of nap or something. Is THAT how you take care of your Goddess? Is THAT how lax and lazy you all are? Where's the loyalty and concern for my comfort and pleasure you three professed not ten minutes ago? Hmmm....WHERE?! I thought my slaves ADORED me and LIVED to please me."

The three men sat up completely, looking like lost little boys. They knew there was something she wanted them to do, but they didn't want to assume anything...for a wrong assumption or wrong action could get any one of them banished from the room while the others were allowed to continue worshipping their Goddess. Kay realized they needed her firm guidance once again. Slaves, no matter how accommodating, always did.

"That's okay, my slaves. I'll forgive your failure to anticipate my needs...THIS time. But here's what you'll have to do. I'm tired, but I MUST be cleaned up before we move on to other pleasures." She laid back on the chaise with her bottom over the edge. She spread her legs enticingly. She grinned at Michael. "Here boy," she said, pointing to her sticky slit. "LIck me nice and clean. Get all that sticky cream off me." Next, she pointed at Mikey. "And you lick up anything on my thighs or that's trickled down to my ass. I hate my ass to be sticky. And I know how much you love my ass, so that's why I've given that honor to you."

Realizing it would be difficult for Mikey to lap her bottom while she was lying on her back, she rolled to one side, lifting one leg in the air. Her legs were spread wide enough for Michael to easily use his tongue on her slick pussy, but now her ass hovered over the edge of the chaise. If Mikey got on his knees just behind Michael, he'd be able to lick her thigh and then get around to her ass without disturbing Michael too much.

"I'm not leaving you out, Mike," she leered, lasciviously, "Since I know you love my feet the most, you can hold my leg up while Michael and Mikey lick my thighs and pussy. While they're doing that, you'll have my beautiful foot all to yourself again. I want you to suck and even CHEW my toes. Lightly chew my soles and all around the sides of my foot. Suck my ankles, too. Hmmm...let me see. That should do it. You all have your assignments. I'll just lay on my side here and relax. Go ahead, my faithful slaves....get busy...please your Goddess. And don't just lick and suck, boys. I know you all worship me, but I want to FEEL your desire to please and adore me. I want to FEEL your yearning to please me, your deep worship of my body, and your eternal GRATITUDE at being ALLOWED to serve me. Make me feel all of that, and I'll keep you as my slaves forever." She saw her three footboys swallow hard. But she also saw determination in their faces, along with fierce pride. She knew they'd come through for her. They always did.

Mike came over and held Kay's foot aloft, then began happily carrying out his tasks. Michael crawled between her legs and lapped up her rather abundant cream, spreading her open to make sure he licked up all those dewy petals, even SUCKING the cum from her pink flesh. Kay rather enjoyed the slurping noises as he sucked both those juicy folds and even her pubic hairs, which were filled with shiny dewdrops for him to swallow. Mikey had to crane his neck sideways and back to lick her slippery thigh, but he felt it was definitely worth the inconvenience and discomfort. Kay always was. And when he was lucky enough to follow those sticky dribbles to her delectable ass....well....he hunkered down for some slow, thorough lapping. If he was lucky, he'd be licking her cheeks - and even a little between them to capture all those hiding, tasty morsels - long after they were free of any sticky residue. He could happily lick Kay's ass all night, after all. And she certainly wouldn't mind. 

Kay almost drifted off to sleep. Yes, it was erotic having three men lick her from her pussy all the way to her toes, but after three satisfying orgasms, she just wanted to relax and enjoy the sensations....enjoy her slaveboys so proudly and eagerly trying to please her. So she kept her eyes closed and savored the sensations. She sighed over and over again as three hot mouths once again fought mightily to win her approval. And she didn't have to look to know that all three of them once again had erections. Ahhh...so easy to control a slave when his penis handed her his soul on a platter. 

While her three footboys showered her with attention and she relaxed on her private love throne, she used the time to plan other fun things to do with her little subby boys. But, realizing she might drift asleep, and her usually energetic toys might get lazy, she planned ahead.

"Oh," she sighed, her eyes still closed and her lips smiling wickedly, "and if I should fall asleep, I don't want any of you to get lax. I don't brook laziness. You all keep licking no matter what. And don't think you're clever, either. I might just FAKE being asleep to catch you being lazy. You know what happens to lazy slave boys, right? They only WATCH. I only let AMBITIOUS slaves pleasure me. So beware! If I catch any of you being derelict in your duties...you won't be allowed to serve me anymore. Understood?"

All three men stopped licking only long enough to voice their understanding of the terms. After she said, "Good, then get back to work," they immediately opened their mouths again and resumed their oral cleansing of her. Kay closed her eyes again, and planned more fun. But, even though dozens of delicious possibilities danced through her head, those three thunderous orgasms caught up with her...and she did indeed lapse into a warm, contented slumber, a smile still plastered across her face. 

Even though she'd had those lovely climaxes, Kay still couldn't believe she'd drifted off to sleep with three hardworking mouths all over her. She had fully intended to fake slumber to catch her slaves being neglectful or disobedient, but true sleep had washed over her. Still, during that sleep, she had a wonderful dream of all three men rubbing themselves against her at once, their throbbing members pulsing warmly against her skin. One by one her dream self allowed her slaves to love her, filling her core with their ejaculating manhood. It enflamed her psyche, creating an undeniable need for more than just tongues all over her. She wanted a hard cock deep inside her, even though her waking self still wasn't aware of it.

The dream jolted her awake. Her eyes shot open and she still thought her body was being ravaged by the dream counterparts of her enthusiastic, real life slave boys. But, in reality, her pussy, ass and right foot were merely being devoured. Those three cocks were throbbing indeed, but not inside her. It seemed like such a waste. She ached to be stuffed by a delicious, hot, pounding penis...to be filled to overflowing with the same milky cream that had erupted all over her toes and fingers not too long ago. There was always something to be said for talented, hard working tongues, but that pleasure could only go so far. Sometimes, her pussy just needed that stiff, fat, throbbing muscle inside it, scratching that deeper, hotter itch.

On the other hand, as she looked at the wall clock, she realized that even though she'd slept for almost forty-five minutes, her doting footboys HAD continued to lap at their assigned locations. Three pairs of attentive lips were rosy and slightly swollen, attesting to their devoted labor on her behalf. Michael's face was especially red, having been irritated by his constant nuzzling among her pubic hairs. She felt intense pride in her men; how committed they were! Her heart warmed. She felt deep affection for each of them, and allowed them to worship her for several more minutes before breaking their submissive little hearts. For, she knew they were only happy when they were pleasing her.

She wouldn't keep them unhappy for long. Her dream made her yearn for stiff cock between her legs, but seeing her footboys still eagerly fawning over her bottom, pussy and feet also made her realize that this, too, should continue. And already she had the perfect way to do both.

"Enough, my pets," she said quietly. Instantly, three mouths stopped in unison. She decided it wouldn't hurt to stroke their egos. "You have all done wonderfully. And I think you each deserve a reward. I have a fantastic idea. One of you lucky subs is going to get to put your penis inside me. Now, I'm too classy to have the other two watch while this happens, but I'm also not cruel enough to make the other two leave the room. So, I'm going to have one of you make sweet love to me while the other two are placed happily under my feet. So here's what I want you all to do." She sat up on the chaise and adjusted herself so that she had one leg over each side. Then she slid her rump down to the foot of the chaise, letting it extend out over the edge just enough for her well-lapped slit to clear the edge as well. "Michael, lie on the floor to my left, face up, with your head just below where my waist is. Mike, you do the same on my other side. Lie with your legs toward the head of this lovely lounge chair. Go on now." 

Mike and Michael each lay on one side of the chaise, face up, legs toward the head of it. Kay looked from one slave to the other, making sure their heads were exactly where she wanted them. "Good, now I'm going to rub my beautiful feet all over your faces...really hard...sort of massage my feet with your handsome features." She did exactly that. Lying back on the soft cushions like a spoiled Goddess -- which was something that Kay was becoming quite fond of doing -- she put one leg over each side of the chaise and plopped her feet on the two excited faces. She ground her soles into them roughly, mercilessly - literally contorting the flesh of those faces beyond human recognition, stomping out the slaveboy smiles - knowing how much they must both love it. She made sure she covered their eyes with her sexy toes, wiggling them in their eye sockets and playfully forcing their heads from side to side with the balls of her feet. Two little subby scrunch toys for her feet to play with. Before continuing with her plan, she used her feet to turn both their heads to face her. With the balls of her feet over their mouths and her toes wiggling just below their eyes, they were forced to look past her painted toenails to see her grinning down at them. "Oh, yes," she giggled, "this'll do nicely. Mikey, just slip that lovely pillow under my head so I can be all nice and comfy while I enjoy my slaves."

Mikey slipped the pillow under her head, as ordered, fluffing it nicely for her before she sunk down into its softness. She sighed, still playing with the two panting faces under her feet. She reveled not only in her power over these masculine men, but in their eagerness to please her, their willingness to do ANYTHING that made her smile. But, now, it was time to set such musings aside; it was high time for her next orgasm. Narrowing her eyes into a wicked, selfish glare and curling her lips into a smile that was pure, unadulterated evil, Kay locked her pupils onto Mikey's wide eyes. Her orders were clearly spoken and explicit, in as few words as she could use to convey what she wanted. She was again roiling inside, and wanted things to proceed without any undue delay.

"Now, Mikey," she ordered, snapping her fingers several times for emphasis, "go get my sexy sandals." 

He did so, finding them amidst the piles of discarded clothing. He brought them back to her, his fingers fondling them gently, caressing them. He wasn't into shoes, exactly, but his hands did revere THESE shoes, because Kay's incredibly soft, warm, lovely feet had been in them. "Good boy," she said softly, almost wanting to pet him, "Now drape one shoe over Mike's cock and the other over Michael's. Slide them down so that the insole is against the undersides of their shafts. I want to see their penises wearing my sexy shoes. And I want them to be able to see the sexy straps sliding along their cocks...when I take my feet off their faces long enough, that is. And mind you, fellas...if I do take my feet off your faces, you look STRAIGHT DOWN THERE AT YOUR COCKS....do NOT peek over at what Mikey and I are doing. I'm very shy that way, you know. If I catch you sneaking peeks, you'll be sent from the room immediately...and I may never let you be my footboys again! Mind you, I'm VERY serious about this. Is that understood?"

The two sole-muffled responses were unintelligible, but their heads nodded in the affirmative; Kay was satisfied with that. She knew they wouldn't risk not being allowed to please her in the future, no matter HOW curious they might be to see what else was going on around them.

Mikey, his face showing slight distaste at having to get near the other men's cocks, nonetheless slipped one shoe over each bobbing tool. The two cocks each got instantly harder, as if Kay's shoes were some kind of chemical catalyst that further hardened the men's already firm members, making them throb even more visibly. The two mashed faces sighed. Kay smiled, saying "You two may now rub my shoes against your cocks. Slide the shoes up and down along your lovely penises. Stroke yourselves with my sandals. I so want to see this. Go ahead, now...stroke, boys." 

Michael and Mike each grasped the bottom of the shoe on his penis - trembling fingers touching the leather soles, and thumbs curled under the straps, gripping the smooth, silky insoles - and started stroking himself with it. Kay upped the force of her face-mashing feet. "There," she said, "now my two footboys should be adequately stimulated while my other slave pleases me more...intimately. Remember, no peeking. Your eyes are only allowed to see the bottoms of my feet and your subby dicks with my shoes on them, nothing more. And I repeat, I'm completely serious about that. Do NOT test me."

Assured that she'd put enough fear into her happy strokers, she now looked at Mikey, a lecherous grin on her face. She motioned with her curling finger for him to come to her. "Get on your knees between my legs, Mikey. Spread me wide with you hands as if you were going to kiss my honeypot. But be careful not to knock my feet off Mike's and Michael's faces. Once I've got the balance right, I'm going to lie back and let you have a very rare honor. Go ahead...get down there between my legs."

Mikey moved to the foot of the chaise, knelt down, gently spread Kay's legs, his eyes drooling their interest. That hot, wet, bossy slit sang to him; a siren song of seduction. Licking his lips, he felt as if he knew the placement of every tiny, curled hair on that wet carpet. So many happy hours he'd spent with his face buried in it. So much of Kay's honeyed cream he'd tasted, savored, swallowed, nuzzled his face in. His entire body shivered with delight at the sweet memories. The throbbing between his own legs was like the rowmaster's constant drum pounding aboard a Viking slave ship...strong and relentless...only much faster, indeed. It felt as if his penis wanted to detach itself from him and launch itself into Kay's beckoning opening. Even so, Kay wanted her man harder than ever, and, as always, took matters into her own hands...literally. 




One, Two, Three...Switch!



Author's note: In the world of BDSM, often the submissive person does not capitalize references to themselves, and always capitalizes references to their Dom/ Domme as a show of respect for the superior person. Since this story is written from the perspective of the submissive partner in the scenario, it is proper to refer to them in the "lower case." 

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He walked up to Her door, his heart beating in his throat as he wondered just what he had gotten himself into...meeting this Domme for the first time and what She had in store for him. Trembling slightly, his hand reached for the doorbell and he rang it, not knowing what to expect on the other side. Would She greet him with the same trepidation, or would She take control of him as soon as She answered the door? The question was answered before his hand pulled away from the bell.

"You are two minutes early," She said, "I told you that you were to be here at 7 and you are early. You will learn that I do not tolerate being early or late...punctuality is my mantra and you will be chastised for it."

"i...i am sorry Mistress," the stammering voice came out of my throat, "i tried my best, but my watch is set and it said 7 on the dot."

"Don't try to give me excuses," came the reply. "I don't tolerate anyone giving me any lip and that is a pathetic excuse. Now, come in the house and turn and face the wall...do it NOW!"

i entered and did as told, facing the wall adjacent to the front door. i felt cloth covering my eyes, then my head jerked back as the blindfold was tied tightly behind my head. Darkness enveloped my senses and i felt disoriented and helpless. My hands were pulled behind my back and i felt the cold metal of shackles being put on my wrists...not tight enough to scar, but tight enough to know that i was no longer able to defend myself.

"Now, turn around, slut," She whispered in my ear, "and open your frigging mouth...wide."

i started to say something, and immediately felt the stinging of Her hand on my cheek.

"I did not give you permission to talk," She intoned, "so shut your trap and do as I say."

"Yes, Mistress" i said, and was quickly rewarded with another slap.

"When I say to shut the fuck up, I mean it," She shouted in my ear. i felt totally disconsolate, trying to make sense of the situation i found myself in. 

Then i felt a heavy hand on by shoulder, roughly jerking me to the side and guiding me into a space I had no experience with. i was thinking something like, oh shit, what have i gotten myself into this time, ed? Then i worried if i was to stumble across some furniture of other obstacle- what would my punishment be? i was guided down what seemed to be a short hall, the sounds of Her heels clacking on the floor and echoing ever so slightly...then the creak of a door opening, or was it closing, i couldn't be sure. 

"Down on your knees, bitch" were the next words i heard, followed by a rustling sound and then a zipper.

i didn't hear much after that as Her hands closed around my head, guiding me forward until my nose touched something damp and fleshy. i had an idea what was happening, but i did not venture my tongue or anything else out to find out what was there. The smell overwhelmed me, not unpleasant at all, sort of musky and my cock started to harden. 

"You know what this is?" She spat in my direction. "you'd better start licking and sucking or you'll be sorry."

Tentatively, my tongue ventured forward and touched Mistress' flesh, then i started to lick up and down to gain my bearings. i had a pretty good idea of where i was, but not sure of the immediate geography. As i liked upward i heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a drawn out moan. i think i hit a good spot, and it must have been true as i felt Her hips thrust slowly forward, grinding my mouth and tongue into Her most precious spot.

i licked and sucked on Her for several minutes, then felt Her lift my head away from Her wet lips.

"That's a good boy, but I have other things in mind for you tonight" She said. i felt Her bend over onto me and then i sensed Her face against my earlobe. Hot breath invading one of my most sensual areas, She slipped Her tongue into my ear, laving it with Her saliva. my knees were shaking and i was hardening even more. Then i felt another sensation, teeth biting into my earlobe as She whispered "Not so fast buddy boy, I am going to turn you over and over with pleasure and pain till you want to cum so badly...then I'm not going to let you until I am good and ready."

i shuddered at the thought, that i could have given myself up to this pleasure/pain sensation and not be able to control myself. She proceeded to nuzzle my neck, kissing me softly, licking up the side of my neck and face, then grabbing me roughly by the ears and pulling me up. 

When i stood, She could evidently see that i was aroused. i felt a hand lightly flick over my crotch, then as i hardened more, i felt a slight squeezing on my cock and balls, gradually increasing till i felt like i was going to pass out. 

"I did not tell you that you could get hard in front of me," She yelled in my face. "You are a disgusting pig, threatening me with your cock...you will pay for this insolence." Still shackled and blindfolded, I was helpless to do anything. 

i gulped, then felt myself being pushed back onto something, a bed, i presumed, and heard my zipper being pulled down. She reached inside and got a firmer grip on my equipment, rolling the balls around in their sack and causing more pain. i felt Her loosen my belt and pull my pants down to my knees, all the while having my balls slowly squeezed. i tried not to get harder, but in spite of the pain, i did. Then i felt it, a constriction around the top of my ball sack, and then a hand slowly moving up my enlarged cock to the head. 

"Mmmmm..." i heard Her purring voice, "you look like you might want to taste some of this treatment." i felt my cock jump, almost measured with each heart beat, as She said it. "That looks so big and mean, with your purple head and those veins sticking out...I guess I will have to tame it."

i wasn't sure what to think as I felt Her nails lightly pass over my cock...Her thumbnail stroking from the bottom to the top on the underside, as if milking some pre-cum from me. i felt Her hand encircle the tip and spread it around, making me slick with anticipation. Hear breathing became more ragged as She continued to stimulate me, my cock throbbing with each beat of my heart. i felt my balls start to contract, then i felt a squeezing at the base of my cock that choked off my cumming, followed by a warm envelopment of the tip. my cock continued to throb in orgasmic throes, but i could not cum. It felt like each spurt was being forced back into my balls forcefully.

Then i felt the bed move again, and She seemed to drift over to one side. i felt the shackles being loosened from my wrists and i was told to sit up. I felt, or rather sensed, Her proximity in the room, first on one side of me, then the other. Her hands reached out to my neck, then up to caress my ears, then i felt the blindfold slip from my eyes. 

The room was fairly dark, lit by candles on the side tables. i was, as I suspected, on the bed, which was a four poster with a canopy. My eyes adjusted quickly, and soon ropes and cuffs, strategically placed, came into view. 

"You have pleased me well, for a start" She said, "but this evening has just begun. You will please me in many other ways before I am through with you. What do you have to say to that?"

"Yes, Mistress Tianna" was all that came out of my mouth. My eyes focused on Her, and i was not disappointed. She was taller than average, medium complexion, with medium length dark brown hair. Her blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight as She looked me in the face, seemly to figure out what was churning inside my mind. She cracked a smile as She noted me looking at Her, then lowering my eyes in supplication. Then She stepped closer and my eyes travelled down a fit body decked out in leather strapping and leather thong. My mouth watered at that i was thinking, and then She said...

"Penny for your thoughts?" i lifted my gaze and looked Her in the eyes, being captivated by their dancing. i looked deeper and saw them smiling back at me, sparkling and shimmering and captivating my soul. i saw someone who i wanted to give myself to, if even for just a night, to be able to experience Her and give Her pleasure.

"Um, ah, i, ah..." stammering as if floored by a brick, "I wasn't expecting a welcome like that. i was hoping to get to know you a little before we started."

"You did, huh? Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am in charge Here, not you, and I intend on having you all to myself for a few hours."

"What does Mistress want me to do next?," i said with a greater confidence of where my place was tonight. 

"Strip" was all She said. So i did, standing in front of Her in all my naked glory. My balls felt like they were going to burst, and then I remembered She had bound them tight. She discerned my pain, then slowly reached down to my cock and balls, stroking them gently, and proceeded to get me hard again. Once i was hard, She released the strap that held me and i felt the circulation returning.

"Now that you are more comfortable, I have some other plans and needs that you will take care of. First of all, you promised me a massage that I will never forget...so get started." My Mistress doffed Her garb and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

i motioned for Her to go onto the bed and lay down on Her stomach. Looking around i spied some fragrant oils on the night stand, and made use of them. The massage was thorough, spending much time on Her neck and arms, before moving on to Her back, legs and other parts of Her body. i kept it proper, for now, waiting for Her to give me permission to take it in the erotic direction. 

Once i was finished with Her back side, i asked that She turn over. What i saw was even more delectable close up. As my hands travelled over Her torso, i noted that She was quite well endowed, with nipples the size of pencil erasers topping Her areole. i cast my eyes down to that special place and was greeted with Her opening Her legs a little to show me Her smooth "mons de Venus," as the French say. my eyes were drawn to the treasure that i had tasted earlier, and i smiled back at Her. She got a good facial massage, with me gently stroking Her brow and temples till She visibly relaxed Her entire body. i started down Her front, slowly massaging each breast in turn and lightly pinching each nipple. i felt Her hand move to the back of my neck, lightly stroking, then bringing my mouth down to Her nipple.

"Lick me there" She droned, "then nip at it a little." Not being one to disappoint my Mistress, i did as commanded as my hands wandered across Her slightly rounded stomach and drifted downward. 

As the massage progressed, my hand reached to Her most private place, and my hand lightly passed over the juncture of Her thighs. She was wet and i felt an ever so slight pushing into my hand, but pulled away as She lifted Her hips towards the ceiling.  

Again i felt Her hand at the back of my head, guiding me towards the holy grail. i looked at Her lips closely, trying to discern how to give Her the most pleasure as She invited me to return to Her. i put some oil on my fingers, then, using my thumbs, rubbed up and down Her outer lips. i could see Her opening up, and the copious amounts of lubrication starting to flow from Her treasure. i pulled Her lips apart then pressed them together, trapping Her secretions between Her lips and making them extra slippery. Lightly, i brushed over Her clit with my thumb, then pressed on either side of the hood, forcing Her "little man in the boat" to come out and play.

"mmmm...more of that, slave, and you will be rewarded later."

"Mistress, may i..." i whispered into Her watering pussy. "Yesssss..." was the drawn out reply.

Once again my tongue ventured out and tasted the sweet ambrosia that flowed from Her inner being, and Her breathing became more ragged with each flick of my tongue. Probing deep inside to scoop out Her juices, i alternated it with light flicks and suction directly on Her clit. Hip movements became more rapid, then i slowly inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into Her, crooking the end to find that elusive spot deep inside. The licking continued, along with a steady pressure on the pudenda, directly above the "G" spot inside Her. 

"Would Mistress like to cum?" i inquired. The response was quick and to the point..."What do you think, asshole...hell yes!"

i continued my ministrations and gradually Her voice changed to a high pitched keening, somewhat akin to a cross between a screech owl and a woman in labor.

"Oh my God...ohhhh...nnnn....god yessss.....," as i looked up and saw Her stomach muscles rippling in the throes of orgasm. Her body seemed to reach up to me and pull me in, then fall back onto the bed, with Her out of breath.

"Not bad for starters" said She. 

"Mistress, may i be allowed to introduce you to some of the joys of tantric?, i said. 

"I am intrigued" She answered, "and yes you may begin by telling me more about it."

"Tantric is more than sex and prolonging orgasm," i said, "and is more about the joining of the mind and psyche between two people. The physical result is prolonging pleasure and delaying orgasm many times until you reach an ultimate peak. More than that, it is trust, respect, and getting in tune with each other's mind and thoughts."

"So, it's more than just 12 hours of orgasms or all night hot monkey sex?" Mistress asked quizzically. 

"Much more than that...it is recognizing the needs of your partner almost before they know what it is they need, then fulfilling them without being asked. By joining the physical with the spiritual, you get into each other on a level not normally experienced by couples."

"So, you want to serve me by giving the gift of sex...I can get that from anywhere." Mistress questioned my explanation and i went on to add that there is a deeper plane than just the physical, and i wanted to share it with Her. 

"And what do you want Mistress to do for you in return," She asked. 

"Nothing more than to travel with me, mind and body for a while," i responded, "then to let you have Your way with me anyway You want."

"Will you permit me to lead You and through it, serve You?," i asked.

My Mistress looked at me and just smiled, reaching out Her hand and placing it in mine.

"What do you think," She offered, "do I look like I could turn down an offer like that?"

i reached out to Her, gently lifting Her face and slowly caressing Her there. Pulling Her closer to me, i proceeded to give Her butterfly kisses and licks across Her nose, eyes, cheeks and forehead. Her breath was getting shallower again, and She tilted Her head to one side. i took the initiative and leaned in, barely caressing Her upper lip with mine, then taking Her lower lip between my teeth and lightly biting down on it. 

"Mmmm....you could do that all day and all night," Mistress intoned. My response was whispered into Her ear..."i'd like to."

With that i took Her hands and placed them on my shoulders, and placed mine gently on Hers, slowly massaging towards Her neck. 

"i want to take you on a journey...a journey you will not soon forget. All i need is for you to command me to do it."

Mistress looked me in the eyes, bit Her lower lip with Her top teeth, and just nodded Her consent. 

"i may do things that are uncomfortable to you, but i will never hurt or put you in any danger...is that ok?"

Again, Her eyes sparkled as She nodded Her consent. "You are still in charge and you can stop me at any point, Mistress, all i want to do is serve you tonight."

No other words were spoken as Mistress's breathing became shallower and She began to blush (cute, starting from Her stomach, to Her chest and up to Her neck and face). 

i pulled Her up off the bed and had Her stand beside it, still keeping my hands in constant contact with Her body. i maneuvered Her so She was standing in front of me then pulled Her slowly up so She was straddling me. We connected, and fell into each other's spell, looking deep into each other's eyes to gain a window into each other's mind. We stayed locked in this embrace for about 20 minutes, not saying anything, just breathing deeply and, as if by telepathy, sharing each other's feelings. Gently i broke the spell, and pulled Her further onto me, my hardened cock burrowing into Her tight, wet tunnel. We did not move once i entered Her holy place...we just resumed our sharing. i felt Her vaginal walls slowly contracting around me, as if milking the seed from me, and i heard Her sigh with contentment. i did not move or thrust, rather just stayed still and reveled in Her gift to me. Time seemed to drag on (indeed it did) as we became attuned to our inner feelings. Her pulsing became more pronounced, though we did not move or thrust, and soon Her vagina was stroking me like a wet velvet glove. 

i did not want to break the spell, so i slowed my breathing to gain control of my orgasm. Mistress looked so contented, as if reveling in a world of pleasure that few can attain. She stiffened, then sighed, and then i felt the heated release from deep inside Her. Here juices enveloped my cock and started to leak out of Her, slowly running over me and my crotch. Still, i did not move, letting Mistress be swept away by Her own revelations.

"That was so intense," She said, "and I felt like I was becoming a part of you, and that you were becoming a part of me...is that what you meant by connecting on a different plane?"

"Yes Mistress," i replied, "and there is more to come."

"I need a drink of water, and then we are going to discover what is in that kinky mind of yours," Mistress Tianna said. I nodded my assent and we went into the kitchen to get a drink. We talked freely about what each of us wanted out of a relationship; shared our personal foibles and history; then She dropped the bombshell on me...

"OK, you have given me so much so far tonight, what do you want me to do to you?"

I looked Her in the eyes and said "Take me like i am your whore, fuck me and make me yours. Take control again and don't stop till you take me...over and over again."

Her grin returned like a cherub, then i noted an evil spark in Her eyes.

"To the bed, slave," She giggled, " and spread em."

i assumed the position and Mistress bound me with the ropes and cuffs She had placed on the four corners of the bed. Pulling them tight, i was naked, spread eagle on the bed with my legs wide apart and arms over my head. Then i heard Her chuckle to Herself, and She moved around to the head of the bed. A scarf came out and was quickly wrapped around my head blindfolding me. My heart started to race as Mistress morphed back into Her alter ego.

Silence followed, then i heard Her rummaging around in the closet. 

"I wonder where I put...ah, there it is" She said and returned to the bedside. I heard some indistinguishable noises, followed by a low, slow guttural moan. Then i felt it...cold oil on my asshole, dribbled from some point. I moaned from shock as much as anything, then felt Her fingers probing at my nether hole. More oil was added and I squirmed as She worked Her fingers in and out of me, distributing the oil deep inside. My squirming lifted the blindfold just enough so i could make out what She was doing...She was slapping lube on a strap on that looked to be about 7 inches long.

The bed groaned as She moved up between my legs, then i felt the rubbery tip slowly pushing forward, trying to work its way into me. i loosened up as much as i could, then made like i was taking a dump, opening myself up to Her. The tip slipped past the sphincter muscle, causing me to groan in a little pain, then She slapped me...hard...right on the ass.




One, Two, Three...Switch!



"Groan again and you'll get more...now shut up and take it like the whore you are." Mistress was straining as She pushed more into me. 

Suddenly i felt Her body envelop mine, Her hot breasts poking holes in my back, Her lower body rocking in and out of me in a lewd, fucking motion that i had done on many occasions. She drew almost out of me several times, thrusting back into me with a vengeance as if to take out all the frustrations on my ass. The pain had subsided and i thrust back into Her as She worked Her cock deeper and deeper into me. As i thrust up to meet Her, it felt like She was pushing into the middle of my stomach. 

In spite of being in this humiliating situation, being royally fucked by a beautiful woman, my cock was hard as a steel bar. The friction against the bed was almost too much to bear and the strap on rubbing against my prostate was driving me crazy with pleasure. Her breath came in shallower and shallower gasps, then She thrust into me deeper than ever before as Her body stiffened and then spasmed uncontrollably.

My response to the final thrusting was to cum all over the Sheets, which i knew was going to bring me grief later. 

"God, what a powerful experience, being in total control and fucking you" my Mistress intoned. "I haven't had a rough and ready orgasm like that in a long time."

She noticed that the blindfold had slipped and that i could see Her...but did nothing to re-secure it.

"Want to see what I fucked our ass with?" as i nodded slowly, trying to regain my breath and sanity.

Mistress Tianna slowly undid the straps and i saw another cock, about the same size slip out of Her. A double ender, complete with clit bumps, was what She used to take me. We looked at each other and She broke into a big grin.

"Now that you've been properly fucked, I presume that you'd like to be let up?"

"Y...yes mistress," i stammered. "P...P...Please release me and let me up."

Once the cuffs were off and i had a chance to rub some circulation back into my wrists and ankles, i had to move off the bed. i suspected that i would be in trouble and i was right.

"What the fuck is this on the bed?" Mistress Tianna screamed at me. 

"i couldn't help it...when you fucked me, i came."

"That won't do...I didn't give you permission to cum...and you are going to pay. Get over here and lick it up....NOW"

Suffice to say, i did as i was instructed, and was surprised that the taste wasn't all that bad. After cleaning off the bed, Mistress pulled me by one ear and thrust me down to my knees in the middle of the floor.

"Since you are so good at cleaning things up, you can clean this up too." With that, She thrust Her pussy at my face and pulled my head into Her, almost smothering me. "Don't stop till I've cum again and then you can lick my whole body clean from our evening."

I nodded meekly as my tongue started to lave the nether lips, but inside i secretly smiled. Mistress told me earlier that the submissive is really in control of the play...and now i believe Her.

Can't wait till my next lesson...and Mistress said there will be a third for training. Hmmmm.