0 comments/ 22558 views/ 4 favorites Derek & Amy By: Kalira We're holed up in a nice little hotel room in the middle of nowhere. No one around here knows us and no one will bother us. Tonight's all about us. Once we get settled in I send him off to take a shower. Now that I'm sure he's busy it's time to get to work. Digging out my bag I lay out the outfit I've had prepared for a long time. The panties are black silk, as soft as butter. There's a black garter belt to go over them to help keep up the black stockings. The garters are ones that I've had my eye on for a while, black with shocking blue ribbons. I can't wait to see them on him. Beside them I lay out the dress. It's a sparkly red number reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit. I set out the sparkly silver shoes for him just as I hear the water shut off. Retreating to a chair in the corner of the room I settle down to watch him dress. It's such a turn on watching him roll those stockings over his legs, sliding into the clothes and another personality at the same time. When she's finished she stands up and looks at me. Normally I'm the submissive one, but tonight, tonight I want her to be my little slut. "Dance for me..." I say, without bothering to move. There's no music, but then there doesn't need to be. I watch her hips sway and wiggle as she turns around and around, showing me everything she has to offer. "Such a good girl." I can almost her her purr at the praise. When she stops for a second to look up at me I can't stand it anymore, I just have to get my hands on her. Reaching out I grab her hand and drag her down into my lap. She feels so perfect in my lap. I can run my hand under the slit in her skirt, just skimming the top of her garters. Her skin is so smooth here, almost as smooth as those panties I love seeing her in. Using my free hand I drag her mouth down to mine as her arms wrap around my neck. Her tongue is so talented, slipping between my lips only to run away again. Her lips are so soft, I could kiss her all day and never tire of it. I want more than kissing right now though. Trailing my kisses away from her mouth I nibble on her neck and then her ear before whispering to her. "Be a good little slut and eat me out." Almost as soon as I can let go of her she's slithering out of my lap and kneeling on the ground between my legs to do exactly that. Her tongue that's so talented in my mouth is even more so here, making me cry out the second it touches my clit. My girl knows me so well, her fingers have found their way inside me in just the right rhythm to send me spiraling over the edge crying out her name. Before I know it she's taking over. In one movement more graceful than I could ever accomplish she's in front of me, dragging aside her skirt and panties and shoving her hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. After a few minutes we're both moaning and squirming, but she knows we aren't done yet. Before I know what's happened she's stood me up and bent me over the bed. Sliding my skirt up and my own panties aside she swiftly buries her hard cock in my cunt, making me lose any coherent thought I had left. All I want now is for her to fuck me senseless. I'm leaning over the edge of the bed with my hands planted in front of me to keep me standing and all I can think about is how good her cock feels inside me. Before I can buck back against her she wraps one strong arm around my hips and pins me to her. She leans over me, planting her free hand firmly beside mine, effectively pinning me so all I can do is stand there and take what she gives me. I can't think anymore. I'm panting and moaning and all of my awareness is on her. Her cock inside me. Her hands on my body. Her breath on the back of my neck. I want to squirm. I want her to pound into me and make me cum. She has other ideas though. "Don't Move." she growls into my ear before nibbling her way down my earlobe and neck. It's so hard not to move, not to squirm but I do my best. As her mouth teases my throat the hand that was on my hips starts to let up the pressure. I give one small buck of my hips causing her to tighten her grip and growl a reminder in my ear to be a good girl. I realize she's never taken me like this before. I've always been her slut, but it's always been more intimate than this. There's something about having her behind me, not being able to look into her eyes that makes me feel like I have no control at all. I'll do anything to make her happy, to feel her pleasure like she's giving me mine. After a moment her arm lets up around my waist again. This time I manage not to move. She reaches around and unbuttons the blouse I'm wearing, exposing my skin to her. Gently, slowly she teases me. Her fingers trail across my stomach, up over my breasts, so lightly I can barely feel it. Slowly she starts moving in me again, sliding in and out, keeping me on that heightened edge of pleasure. As her fingers slide down my legs and over my thighs I start shaking. She picks up the pace as her fingers come closer to my pussy. She starts slamming into me and my arms want to buckle under me. I scream out her name as her fingers brush over my clit. Seconds later she bites down on my shoulder and I can feel her explode in me. It feels so good that I roll from one orgasm into the next before collapsing on the bed, her still inside me, wrapped around me. She pulls a blanket over us and we both drift off into a peaceful sleep, only to wake up a few hours later with her moving inside me again. Derek & Amy: A Little Gift I walk into the hotel room with Katy on my heels and set my bags on the bed. I hand her one of the bags with directions to go shower and get dressed. She's not to do her hair yet, but she can do her makeup. While she's doing that I take the time to get dressed myself. I started with the corset. This one was a deep red with black dragons embroidered across it in Chinese style. Next I slid into a pair of satin panties the same red as the corset. I made sure the suspenders for my garters slide under the panties. For tonight I chose to go with fishnet stockings tonight instead of the traditional ones we normally preferred. Most nights I'd stick with flats or at most 2 inch heels, but tonight I tugged on a pair of thigh high black boots with four inch stilettos and zippers on the outside. Over it all I slip on a long black skirt with a slit up to my hip on the side. I take a moment to do my makeup when I hear the shower shut off. My usual natural tones are replaced tonight by bolder colors. I chose a bright red lipstick and a slightly paler shade of eyeshadow. A quick swipe of mascara finishes off my face and I quickly twist my hair into a sloppy bun that I secure with a pair of chopsticks. When Katy walks out of the bathroom I know she'll be perfect. Just then there's a knock on the door and I direct her to go stand in the corner next to the bed, out of sight of the door. Opening the door I greet my lover with a quick and passionate kiss. He kicks the door closed and goes to pull me closer but I push him away gently. After one more kiss I direct him to the bathroom where his clothes have been left and tell him to shower and change. Walking back to the main room I signal for Katy to present herself to me quietly. Her black corset is a little loose so I tighten it up for her. She's done perfectly with her garters and stockings but I take a moment to slide the suspenders under her blue silk panties before having her put on the blue kimono I had out on the bed. Hers is short, barely covering her large ass. The top is cut to expose her ample breasts and the corset helps to define the curves of her waist and hips. I direct her to kneel next to the chair I was sitting in and twist her hair into a similar bun to my own, fastening it with a few small combs. Lastly I take a short chain leash and attach it to the small black collar she's wearing. From the collar there hangs a heart shaped tag that reads "For Derek". As I hear the water shut off from Derek's shower I settle myself back into the chair and cross my legs at the knees. Next to me on the table I have his favorite drink laid out. In my right hand, the same side the girl sits on, I hold the handle of her leash. In my other hand I've got a glass of vodka that I use to settle my nerves. I don't know how he'll take this as I never ran it by him. I hope he likes my present. After a few moments Derek comes walking out of the bathroom and for a second I can't breathe. I'm madly in love with this man and every time I see him dressed up just for me I fall a little bit further. Tonight I have him in a deep purple silk blouse. It's got short sleeves and ruffles everywhere. I'll never admit it to her, but it's her arms I love the most, they're so strong. She's also wearing a short grey pencil skirt, I can just see the tops of her stockings sticking out below the hem. How she walks in those six inch stilettos is beyond me, but she's so graceful that it looks natural. I can see that she took a moment to tie her hair back in a bun and put on some makeup. It's more subtle than my own or Katy's but on her it looks perfect. Setting my own drink aside I pick up hers and stand. Walking towards her I tug on the leash that's still in my hand, causing Katy to crawl beside me. "I got you something, lover." After another quick kiss I hand her both the drink and the girl and return to my seat and my drink. Taking her leash she lifted Katy up, taking a second to read her tag. Derek turned the girl slowly as her smile grew. After she'd turned a few times Derek leaned down and captured the girl's mouth with her own, the kiss becoming more passionate as the seconds dragged on. Taking another sip of my drink I could see tongues tangling between the two and hear moans slipping out of the smaller girl. Derek reached out with the hand that held the leash and started running her hands over the girl from breasts to ass and back again, squeezing here and there. Grabbing the girls hair Derek leaned the girl's head back and started attacking her throat with her talented mouth and tongue. I knew just the agony the girl was in as I'd been there many times before. Quietly I shifted to uncross and recross my legs, letting the slit at the side fall open a little. My panties were soaked and it was taking all of my willpower not to start moaning along with Katy. Sitting on the edge of the bed Derek directed Katy to her knees. Katy didn't need much direction from there. She leaned down and kissed her new Mistress' shoes and then slowly started trailing kisses up the inside of her legs, alternating between the two. When she reached the hem of her skirt Katy slowly slid it up as far as she could with her teeth before returning to her work. Kissing up the inside of Derek's thigh Katy reached out and freed Derek's hard cock from the silk panties she was wearing. I watch as Katy's tongue slides up the hard length in front of her before engulfing it in her mouth. Watching her head bob up and down on Derek's cock I can't help but moan a little, squirming in my seat. The love of my life looks over at me and blows me a kiss before grabbing the back of Katy's head and taking over the speed. As I watch Derek cum in Katy's mouth, and the girl swallow every drop I can't help but moan. After a few more seconds Derek pulls Katy off and directs her to me, still on her knees. Sitting back on the bed she watches as the girl tends to me in much the same way as she had Derek. As she kisses her way up my legs I let them slide apart. Her hands reach up under my skirt, sliding their way into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs as I lift up enough for her to do so. Her fingers found their way inside me, sliding in and out and making me pant. Behind her on the bed I could see Derek getting hard again, watching my face as the pleasure I was feeling played itself out. As her fingers moved inside me her tongue flicked out over my clit and I knew I wouldn't last long. In mere seconds I was moaning out my orgasm, grasping the back of her head to me. Reaching down I picked up the girl and led her to the bed, laying her down beside my lover. Laying on the other side of her we both started running our hands gently over the girl. I pinned Katy's hands above her head with one arm and explored her body with my other hand. Reaching into the bag I had left beside the bed I pulled out one of my favorite toys. It was a silk fan with thick wood arms. On the ends were the softest feathers I was able to find. Opening it I slid the silk over her body slowly from throat to knee and then flipped it to trail the feathers back up the other direction. Underneath us she was squirming and whimpering, begging for release. Letting go of her arms we sat her up and quickly removed her kimono, corset and panties. Derek leaned down and started licking her way along the girl's slit as I played with her now free breasts. As I bit down on her nipple Derek did the same to her clit, causing the girl to scream out her orgasm. Scooting Katy up on the bed I switched places with Derek, my ass in the air as I went to work on the girls pussy that was laid out in front of me. I could feel Derek slide her hard cock into me from behind, pumping away as she reached around to run a finger over my clit. I moaned my own orgasm into the wet cunt in front of me, causing her to cum. That seemed to cause a chain reaction as I started to cum again, only to feel Derek explode inside me. We all three collapsed on the bed, Derek and I on either side of Katy. I leaned over and captured Derek's lips with my own, saying everything either of us needed to with that action. Thank you. I love you. You are amazing. Snuggling down with our heads on each of Katy's shoulders and our arms and legs entwined all three of us fell asleep. Derek & Amy: Boys Night in Tonight is the night Matt learns how to be a true lover. Before, he had his wife Amy to hold his hand when they played with Mistress Derek but tonight, he's all on his own. Before Mistress Derek arrives, Amy prepares Matt using the instructions she received from him. Matt is to be dressed in a sheer, pink babydoll top with fluffy breasts and matching panties. Along with that, he is to be in a poofy blond wig and matching pink marabou slippers. He is to have his collar on marking him as Mistress Derek's property and is to be on his knees once his mistress arrives at their home. Amy, Mistress Derek's lover and another of her playthings, knows that if Matt isn't up to her mistress' exacting standards, she will pay for it as well though she doesn't mind it as much. They first make sure Matt is shaved from head to toe. Mistress likes his girls to be shaved regardless of their gender. Once Matt's skin is smooth as silk, Amy begins to dress her husband up as the pretty little thing their mistress loves. They start with the lingerie: easy to get on and easy to get off. It's simple enough that it conveys the proper amount of femininity and vulnerability befitting of a slave. Next is Matt's collar. The collar is pink with "Derek's" written in bright, shiny diamonds. She is required to wear it whenever she's at home and especially on nights like this one. Last are the slippers. They're simple three inch marabou lounging slippers for getting around. Her mistress also demands her girls always be in heels when in her presence. Along with the collar, Matt is required to only wear heels when at home. Mistress expects her slave to one day be able to walk with perfect grace and femininity in the highest of heels much like a good girl should. Given that she has only been Mistress Derek's slave for a short time, she can't be expected to have mastered them just yet. Matt doesn't realize how lucky she is that her mistress is so forgiving. The last is the blond wig. Matt doesn't know it yet, but Amy has dressed her husband up to look like a fembot from the Austin Powers movies. What better way for a mistress to play with one of her toys than to have look like a submissive robot? A little while later, Amy gets a text on her phone from Derek saying he's walking up to the house. This was Amy's predetermined cue to take Matt to the designated play area, blindfold him, and have him wait until his mistress arrived. As soon as she staged him, the doorbell rings. Amy goes to answer the door and sees her friend and lover Derek standing before her in his drab jeans and black, metal t shirt along with the brown combat boots he wears every day. He has a large gym bag slung over his shoulders which no doubt contain all of his playwear. They greet each other with a hug and a deep sloppy kiss. Amy can feel the tight corset Derek has on under his shirt that Katy helped him put on earlier. Trailing behind Derek is Katy, one of his and Amy's plaything. She hasn't been fully collared yet but she knows her place in the group. Amy greets Katy with just as deep a kiss but not nearly as passionate as her one for Derek. Derek asks if her slave has been prepared as ordered. Amy responses that she has been and is waiting in the guest room as ordered. Derek hugs Amy and whispers "Good girl" into her ear knowing that it just drives Amy crazy. With that, Derek dismisses Katy and Amy for their girl's night. He gives Amy another passionate kiss and reminds her to have fun. He does the same to Katy except he grabs her by her long, raven hair, looks deep into her eyes and tells her to be a good girl for Amy otherwise she'll have to deal with him later. She appropriately responds with equal parts terror and lust and follows Amy out of the door. With the house empty and his slave waiting with baited breath, Derek begins to make her transformation. She takes of her shirt to reveal a tight leather full corset top with eight attached garters. These are covered by a black, satin thong that accentuates the natural curves of her ass while showcasing the bulge of her cock up front. Attached to the garters are the sheer black stockings she prefers to wear over her smooth legs. Inside the bag are her white seven-inch stiletto, thigh high, lace up, stripper boots with a two inch platform pointed sole. Normally she would find such clothing to be gaudy and un-ladylike, but tonight is all about being a girl to the nth degree. She completes the ensemble with a tight red dress that it almost see-through. It does nothing to hide the curves of her erect cock. She completes the ensemble with black, PVC, elbow length opera gloves. Eschewing any make up, she goes to the room where her slave Matt has been staged by his wife and was eagerly awaiting her arrival. While walking towards the room, the distinct sound of stilettos echoes throughout the house, a sound that has Matt instantly excited. As per Derek's instructions, Matt's cock was to be open and ready for use. Upon entering the room, Derek sees the beautiful creature sitting in a chair, blindfolded and ready for her use. She walks over to her and takes her by the hand, leading her to the center of the room. Derek orders his slave to remove the blindfold and present herself. Matt goes to her knees and removes the blindfold. She then kisses both of her mistress' boots and says, "Good evening, Mistress. Your slave is as you demanded and is ready to be used however you desire." This always makes Derek's cock jump a little bit and is clearly evident through her tight dress. Derek orders her to stand and gives Matt a deep lingering kiss on her bright red lips. She takes time to explore her slave's body. The feeling of the PVC mixed with the nylon of the babydoll make both our cocks twitch especially when I start grinding mine into hers. We kiss for so long that Derek almost forgets why he's here. Taking Matt by the hand, he leads her back into the living room and orders her to sit on the couch next to him. Though not dressed as one, Matt still sits down, crosses her legs, and folds her hands like a proper lady. Derek stands in front of her with her shiny white boots reflecting in the light and explains the plan for the night. "Matt, you have proven yourself to be a proper slave and lady to me, but there is still more for you to learn. Though your wife has done an excellent job of helping you along your path of femininity, she still cannot properly train you to please me as I demand. Among the duties I demand of you is to be my lover just as your wife is. I demand that my lovers and slaves be the absolute pinnacle of femininity, even ones such as you. If you hadn't noticed, I told your wife to dress you as a fembot. The reason for this is twofold. The first reason is I like the look. It was the ultimate height of femininity in that retro sixties style that has always aroused me. The second reason is that's what you're to be in my presence. You're to be an empty headed bimbo who responds only to my commands and lives only to please and arouse me while with. That is why tonight is all about teaching you what I'll expect of you as my lover much as I taught your wife. I know you know how to suck my cock, but you have not learned how to arouse me. There's no point in having a slave if she doesn't know how to excite her mistress. This is why I directed your wife to dress you as she has. I love sheer clothes on my girls. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination while leaving all of the best parts to it as well. I can see your beautiful body through that mesh, yet I cannot see your clitty or your breasts. This is the tease. A common tease that men desire is a lap dance which is what you'll be performing for me tonight. I know you've been to enough strip clubs and have ogled the dancers while getting one. Tonight is your turn and I will do the ogling." Derek then reaches out to Matt and pulls him to his feet. They swap positions as Derek pulls out his iPod and plugs it into a nearby dock. A few turns later and "Feel Like Makin' Love" by Bad Company comes on. Matt stands there unsure of what to do. Derek tells him to just relax, feel the music and think about all of the strippers he's seen give lap dances. With that, Matt begins to relax and start swaying his hips about to the music. He also begins rubbing himself up and down getting his cock hard. The already small spot of precum on his panties gets wet again as he moves toward Derek. As the song continues, he gets more into it. His inhibitions go out the window as he starts grinding his ass against his mistress' crotch getting her all hot and bothered as well. She even attempts a few booty pops during the chorus. No sooner than she started grinding her ass into to Derek's crotch, she turns around and straddles her grinding their cocks together yet again and swiping their wetness in the process. She's not the most graceful about it, but that's not the point. Still unknown to her, the point was for her to learn how to obey her mistress' demands without question or suffer the consequences. Mistress Derek doesn't believe in punishing a slave purely for sadistic glee, but she has no problem dishing out discipline when needed. It's beginning to seem as though Matt is such a submissive little slut willing to do anything for his mistress that it might not be a problem. The song ends and Matt stands there partially out of breath and horny as hell but being a good slave, he immediately puts his feet back together, crosses his arms, and bows his head. "That was good for a first try," his mistress says, "but of course you could use some more practice. You're going to need it because this isn't the only time I plan on you doing this." Derek rises from the couch. His heels click across the floor as he walks behind Matt. He reaches his hand down to Matt's ass and rubs it through the sheer materials before gives it a little swat. It's not enough to cause a lot of pain, but just enough to focus Matt. Derek hugs Matt from behind, rubbing his panty and dress clad into Matt's ass. He pulls his head up and starts kissing his neck before saying "You've gotten your mistress very excited right now. You were so fucking hot doing that dance that I can't wait for your wife to see it. Next time we'll try the slutty school girl or the naughty nurse. You'll look so silly and will probably be embarrassed but goddamn will it excite me. You have me excited right now. I think I want to make you my proper lover now." As Derek says this, he slowly reaches around front and starts stroking Matt's cock. It is hard instantly and is soaked in precum. Derek pulls his hand out and admires its glow against his shiny gloves. He runs it between his thumb and index finger stretching it out. He sticks his thumb into Matt's still panting mouth and Matt happily cleans it off. Derek does the same with the cum on his index finger. After that, he releases Matt and pulls him by his collar to the bedroom where Matt was staged earlier. As soon as they're inside, Derek pounces on Matt and starts kissing him like an old lover he hasn't seen in years. They passionately explore each other's bodies for a minute when Derek pulls away. He looks at Matt who just reeks of desire for his mistress and orders him to his knees. He commands him to start worship her boots and legs. Matt does so instantly. He starts at the toes and works his way up and down. He makes sure to lick the backs and up and down the heels. Derek lifts his foot up and Matt takes the heel into his mouth and worships it like a seven inch stiletto cock. He slowly pulls it and works his way around the back of the boots all the way up to where the stockings and boots meet. Derek turns to him and rubs his raging boner on his slaves still well made up face. He does this for a little bit before shoving it into Matt's mouth. Matt hungrily swallows it down like times before and starts pumping away at it like the cure for cancer is in his mistress' balls. Knowing she won't stop unless told, Derek pulls Matt away and orders her to get on the bed. Without being told, she immediately gets on all fours with her ass in the air. Derek is please that his slave read his mind, but because she was not told to do so, Derek must administer punishment. "Did I tell you to get on all fours, slut?" he yells. "No, mistress" he responds meekly putting the pieces together. "You'll have to be punished for thinking for yourself around me." "Yes, mistress." "I think you'll get twenty swats for this." That said, Derek swats Matt's panty-covered ass with his PVC gloves. She receives ten swats on each cheek. Her ass is almost as red as her face for committing such an egregious offense against her mistress and her cock his even harder and oozing precum. "Next time, your balls will get the swats instead of your ass, slut." "Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress." "You're fucking right you are. Since you're already there, I may as well do what I was going to do now anyway." Derek licks one of his fingers and starts working Matt's tight asshole. He starts to moan even more when his mistress slides the second finger in and starts working his prostate. With Matt's asshole warmed up, Derek pulls his panties aside and lubes up his cock. With a few thrusts, he's in and slowly starts pounding away. Matt is now panting pure lust as he takes his mistress' hard cock, slowly, deeply and hard in his pussy. This isn't the first time they've been together, but this time, it actually feels like they're making love instead of just fucking. Derek's thrusts are slow and sensual like he's trying to bring his lover to a slow and prolonged orgasm. His hands hold gently onto Matt's hips as he gently massages them with his gloves along with using them to explore his lover and slave's lingerie clad body. As he continues to thrust away, he reaches around and plays with her nipples. All she can do is moan in approval. Derek abruptly stops and tells Matt to lie on her back. Mistress wants to stare directly into her slave's eyes as she fucks her slave to orgasm. He reinserts his hard clit back into his slave's boy pussy and watches her face and cock both jump at the same time. This time Derek starts pounding away at Matt while stroking his cock. Derek strokes Matt until the brink of orgasm only to stop again and kiss him deeply or bite his nipples. For five minutes Derek tortures his slave like this until Matt can take it no more. Matt leans up and looks into his mistress sadistically lustful eyes and begs his for her permission to cum. Derek never told Matt that he has to do this, but he smiles at the thought. Just for that, Derek not only grants his slave permission to cum but rewards him further by pulling out of his slave's pussy and shoving his cock into his slave's mouth right before he cums but telling her not to swallow while finishing her off with his hands. He then gathers all of the cum off his girl's babydoll and stomach and scoops it into Matt's mouth so there's now a cum cocktail swirling around in the spent slut's mouth. Mistress Derek leans over her looking directly into her gorgeous eyes, then gives her a deep, loving kiss taking some of the cocktail into her mouths. She swishes it in her mouth a little bit then spits it back into her slave's mouth. "Swallow" Derek commands. Matt does so in one eager gulp then opens her mouth to verify that she has taken the gooey load down her throat. Satisfied that Matt has done all that was ordered of her tonight, Mistress Derek grabs her by her hands and pulls her into a deep embrace. "You're my good girl" she coos into Matt's ears and she pulls her in for another deep kiss. They both strip and take a shower together. Still the slave, Matt bathes her mistress properly from head to making sure to pay extra attention to her cock and asshole. Once she finishes her mistress, Derek steps out and leaves Matt to finish herself off. When she gets out of the shower, Mistress is there in a black satin baby doll and matching panties and a glass of wine. She beckons Matt over to her and hands her a glass of wine along with a matching babydoll in pink. They both put on put on matching kimonos from Amy's closet along with two pairs of ballet flats. They go into the living and cuddle while watching some TV for a few hours until Amy and Katy return. It's hard to tell what they did while out, but given that Katy is still wearing her Japanese school girl outfit and Amy is still wearing a black basque top and mini-skirt with her three inch booties, I'm sure it was something fun. "How are my girls?" she asks as the two walk in and see us embraced on the couch like a couple of old sweethearts. "Fine" Derek replies as he greets her with a deep kiss. He then turns to Katy and greets her the same way still tasting the distinct flavor of Amy's pussy. Amy leads Katy to the showers while Derek and Matt continue to sit on the couch and make out. About half an hour later, Amy calls out "Oh girls" and Derek and Matt head to the bedroom. Amy and Katy stand there also in babydolls of the same style as Matt and Mistress Derek. Amy's is red and Katy's is pink like Matt's. This was all part of Mistress Derek and Amy's plan to get all of them together in the same outfit and show the slaves what their color is. They all admire each other before retiring for the evening. Matt goes with his wife Amy, and Katy goes with Mistress Derek. More moans are heard throughout the evening and it is doubtful any of them got much sleep. Derek & Amy: Derek's Turn As I walked into the hotel room hours in advance, my cock is rock hard with anticipation. The last time me, my lover Amy, and her husband Matt were all together, it was my dear love Amy's turn to be in charge. Amy had Matt and I dress like two Fifties sluts. The kind of girls uptight parents used to believe would cause the downfall of society. It was both Matt and I's first times with other males though not my first time dressed up. He is still fairly new to this as his wife just discovered his secret but he took to being a little cross dressing slut like an Asian kid to math. Today, it's my turn. I get in the shower and make sure my body is completely absent of hair. Once I'm done, the first phase of the fun begins. I go to one of the four bags I've prepared in advance for tonight. One is just regular clothes, the other three contain a plethora of clothes designed for maximum fulfillment of one of my darkest fantasies. I open up the bag to reveal a virtual wet dream of feminine apparel. I start with the black satin thong. I've always loved the feel of sating against my freshly shaved cock. Next is the black satin and lace garter belt. I know that stay up stockings exist but I've always loved the look of a garter belt and stocking over my legs. I take the garter belt and wrap it around my waist and make sure to put the suspenders on the inside of my thong just make sure I can take them off and leave my stockings on. Next, of course are the stockings themselves. They are simple black sheer stockings with lace tops that I attach to my garter belt. My cock is rock hard at this and no one is even here. The real fun begins when I put on my white satin blouse. Before, I was just your regular cross dressing slut, but putting on this blouse starts getting me into character. The ruffles down the center of it are the ultimate height of femininity along with semi-high shoulders, but the leather skirt and the six-inch black patent leather stiletto heels I have on have put me into full on mistress mode. Why mistress instead of master you ask? Because when I'm en femme, I prefer to take on a female persona while still maintaining my masculine identity. I'm not a trans person nor do I wish to be one. I'm a guy with a cock and I love having it wrapped in the most feminine apparel. With that said, I've also always been attracted to cross-dressers, transvestites and shemales. I too find it strange that things penises normally repulse me, but as soon as one puts on a pair of panties, or in any way tries to pass for female, suddenly I can't imagine that cock anywhere but my ass or mouth. I go back to my bag and grab the bottle of Bushmills to settle my nerves. I know they'll be here soon. Once I've settled my nerves, I hear their car pull into the parking lot. I take off the heels and quickly put on socks and a heavy bath robe. Neither of them has seen me like this and I don't want to spoil the surprise. I hear their idle chat as they approach the door and knock. I open it at greet them both with long, passionate kisses. I can tell their both just as hot and heavy in the loins as me, but they'll have to wait. Amy kind of knows what's going to happen as part of it was her idea, but she doesn't quite know everything I have in store for the two of them tonight. A girl has to have her secrets. I I take two of the four bags I have and designate which one is for whom. As far as I know, neither of them knows what's in their bag. I tell them to get dressed wearing nothing but what's in the bags and to present themselves to me when done. With that, I retire to the bathroom to relieve my bladder and take another swig of whiskey. I've never been so nervous yet so excited about something at the same time. It takes all of the self-control I have for my cock not to rip through my panties and skirt. I close the door and immediately hear the sounds of the bags opening and the items being laid out and put on. This gives me time to apply my make-up. I'm no expert in the matter but I've watched enough videos on Youtube and practiced enough to have gotten the basic idea. I remember watching my cousins go through this process as a kid before they went out to the clubs and always felt insanely jealous. Not because they were beautiful girls that I definitely had a few impure thoughts about, but because I wished I could dress up and join them. Oh well. At least I always had their wardrobes to steal from. One benefit to living in a Latin household is that all of the curvy girls had clothes that stretched. First I apply my mascara and eyeliner. Not to gaudy, just enough to make my eyes stand out. Next is my foundation. I've never been much of a fan of the stuff, but given that even if I shave my face completely smooth, you can see where my beard normally is. That's not at all ladylike and I won't stand for it. Next is my lipstick. It's simple a simple mid-hue red. It's not bright enough to scream whore and not-dark enough to either. It simply says, "I'm in charge tonight." After what felt like ten minutes of fussing around with my make-up but turned out to be closer to an hour, Amy calls out that she and Matt are ready to present themselves. I tie my long hair into a tight bun and put my heels back on. The last step is my bra with my 36DD breast forms. If I'm going to look the part, I'm going to feel it as well. I peek out and see that they are both being good slaves and are on their knees with their eyes down and hand across their laps. I put on my heels and walk out to inspect them. In what looks like well-choreographed unison, they both lean forward and kiss my shoes, then say, "Good Evening, Mistress." It sends a shiver up my spine and more blood rushes to my loins. With that, I order them both to their feet. Like good slaves, they avert their eyes and stand slowly enough as to not fall, but also remain graceful. They've only seen my stocking feet and shoes at this point. From here, I begin to inspect the two specimens in front of me. First is Matt, or should I say, Sissy Matt. He stands before me in the frilliest pink dress I could find that would fit his six foot frame. I would have gone with white, but he's no virgin. Keeping his eyes to the floor, I do a full walkaround to make sure he did as he was told. His body is hair free, just the way I like my girls. His platinum blonde, bob cut wig with bangs is as in place and as it should be, His ears are pierced with simple pearl earrings to accentuate the sheer lining of the neck on the dress. On his hands are simple white lace gloves that go just past his wrist. His petticoat is nice and wide as it should be under his dress to give it that layers effect along with giving me easy access later. I lift up the back of his petticoat to reveal his pick, frilly rumba panties. His ass looks so delicious in them and, like a good girl, he remember to put his garters on the inside of his panties. I give a quick poke of his asshole to make sure his butt plug is in place. It is. I then reach around the front to make sure his chastity device is as well and that his balls are appropriately swollen from having not cum since the last time we were together. The seams on his pink stockings are straight and even like they should be. I have him in simple pink four inch Mary Jane shoes with blocky heels and ankle straps. They're not as slutty as I'd like, but he had trouble with the six inch heels similar to mine last time we were together so I figured I'd take some mercy on him in this respect seeing as later, he will be shown none. Once I've given him a good once over, I order him to look at me so I may inspect his face. This is his first glance at my white satin blouse with my made up face and jutting breasts. His face is a look of both excitement and apprehension. I'm sure he's always wanted this, but never knew it would happen. I look into his modestly made up face with a combination of pure sadistic glee and unabashed lust. He couldn't pass to save his life just by virtue of the way nature constructed his body, but neither could I. That's part of the thrill of all of this for me at least. Having inspected him, I tell Amy, "Good girl. Had he not passed muster, you would have suffered for it." She responds with a meek, "Thank you, Mistress." While keeping her head down. I look back into Matt's eyes before I take him into a long, passionate, wet kiss. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths like Russian acrobats and you'd never know we weren't long time lovers by how hot it gets. This is partially because of how beautiful he looks and partially because I know his cock is straining against its plastic cage. Like I said earlier, it's sadistic glee and unabashed lust. Again, it takes all of my restraint not to take him right now and my cock is certainly ready. With him passing muster, I send him to the corner with his head to the wall as I still have one more slave to inspect; only she kind of knows what's going to happen and is just as wet as me. Next is my slave and lover Amy. In contrast to her husband, I have her dressed as slutty as possible. Her long dark curly hair cascades behind her neck like a waterfall of feminine beauty. The black dress I have on her is simple enough in its construction, but the see-through fabric and tight figure hugging material leave little to the imagination. The tight, leather corset top barely contains her ample breasts and the shiny rivets on it do little to stifle my lust. The corset is pulled so tight as to give her some semblance of an hourglass figure, but given how plump her body is, it makes her delicious ass look even better. I move down and inspect her black satin, high cut bikini panties with her garters on the inside as well. They make her ass look even yummier than her husband standing the corner awaiting his turn. I follow the natural contours of her plumb body down a little more to where the suspenders of her corset meet the black lace stockings I've assigned her to wear. I've seen her in regular nylons before, but the way the black lace mixes with the sheer fabric of her dress play exactly as they did in my head. On her feet are simple black two inch chunky heels. This is partially because she's a bit clumsy in regular heels but more so that I may tower over her to assert my authority. Ever present is the scent of her obviously excited pussy. Had my body been able to secret such a smell, I would have long suffocated both of my slaves. Having gotten my seal of approval, I lift her head up so she can finally see me in all of my glory. The look on her face says it all. Had I not been the one in charge, she would have thrown me to the bed and ridden me like mechanical bull until she had an orgasmic coma. Being a good slave, she restrains herself. We lock eyes and enjoy a nice kiss as well. It's not as dirty as the one I had with Matt, but this one says "I love you. Thank you for this" more than it does me trying to assert my authority. She knows who's in charge and is more than happy about it. I lead her over to the bed tell her to lie on her back and take off the dress. She won't need it now. I just wanted to see her in it. I tie her hand to the bed post and I blindfold her. I reach into my goodie bag and pull out my, paddle, flogger, feathers, and knives along with a few other electronic devices I'm surprised I found in a Walgreens. I tell her that she's my big, beautiful, precious girl and that I love her. She swoons with passion as I give her another deep kiss. It's strange that I don't want to hurt her, but that she wants to be hurt. One could make the argument that she's really in charge as I'm the one doing what she likes, but she's the one tied to the bed. The first thing I do is lick her neck. The response is immediate. She rapidly inhales and strains against the ropes. I know my girl and what sends her over the edge. I continue working my way down to her ample breasts. She's stacked like a wall at Costco. I reach into her corset and start toying with her nipples while I rub my stocking covered legs over her dripping cunt. I remove one hand and move it down there. I slide my finger into her then quickly remove it. I inhale deeply then I bring it to her mouth. I order to suck my finger clean before I give her another deep kiss so we can share in her juices. Next is the feather. I run it all up and down her body further teasing her lovely shape and further causing her to quiver. Saving the best for last, I pull out the knife. She has no idea this is coming. The point of the cold steel dragging against her skin is enough to send her into an uncontrollable orgasm, one of many more to come. I put the knife away and release her from her bonds and tell her to get on all fours. I'm not done with her just yet. I reach into my bag and pull out a set of industrial earmuffs. I saunter over to Matt and tell her to turn around. She catches a quick glimpse of her wife before I turn her head towards me and give her another long passionate kiss with lots of tongue while reaching into her panties and playing with her still restrained and aching cock. I reassure her that she'll have her turn soon enough but for now; she must put on the earmuffs and face the wall again. This so I can go to town on her wife without her hearing it further adding to my control over her. Amy is still on all fours and blindfolded with her ass facing me. The front of her panties is soaked beyond measure. From back here, I can fully appreciate how the combination of her panties, garters, stockings and shoes truly make her this paragon of submissive femininity. It's strange to think that this is a woman I've cuddled with on numerous occasions while watching a movie and have looked longingly into her eyes on numerous occasions knowing that she felt the same about me as I did for her. She truly is the love of my life. With that said, I grab the flogger and start gently running it over her exposed skin before I start playfully spanking her with it. It doesn't hurt her too much, but she certainly feels it and her blindfold makes the feeling so much more intense. Unknown to her, I've grabbed the paddle and without warning, I rear back and give her a good solid whack on her round ass. She recoils in pain for a split second before exhaling pure submissive lust. I ask her if my little slut wants more. Suppressing another impending orgasm, she simply says "Yes, Mistress Derek." I proceed to give her swat after swat until she buckles under the weight of her orgasm. Once she composes herself, I have her sit down and pour herself a drink because now it's Matt's turn and I want her to have a front row seat of her initiation into my stable. I walk back over to Matt and tell her that she has been a good slave and that now it's her turn to serve me. I take her by the hand and lead her to the bed that still reeks of her wife's cum. I ask her if she is ready to become my proper slave. She seems hesitant at first but looks over at her wife who reassures her that it's okay. She looks me in the eye and says "Yes, Mistress Derek, I am ready and willing to be your sissy boy slave." I look her in the eye, remove the pink collar from my bag that says "Derek's" on it in shiny diamonds and give her yet another deep kiss. This time, her wife gets to sit there and enjoy it. I grab one of the chairs in the room and bring it behind her. I order her to bend over so I can remove her butt plug. With a sharp wet sound, the plug is out. She breathes a slight sigh of relief but this is short lived as I replace it with one I brought that has a built in vibrator and a radio control unit. I replace her plug with this one and order her to sit down. I grab the rope and tie her to the chair immobilizing her hands and feet. I tell Amy to get back on the bed and sit down. Once I'm confident she's secure, I stand in front of her to inspect my handiwork. I reach into my bag of goodies and pull out the "back massager" I found at Walgreens. I bend down to lift up Matt's dress and petticoat and pull her panties to the floor revealing her aching clit stick still in its plastic cage. I retrieve the key from Amy and tease Matt with it making her beg for release. "Sorry, darling" I say, "It's not quite time for that. I said it was your turn and it is, but as my slave, you're also my toy and I'll play with you as I see fit." He replies with another "Yes Mistress Derek" like a good slave. Matt's torment begins with me toying with her nipples through the satin dress she's had on for the last two hours. I alternate between nipples while continuing to kiss her deeply and massage her cock with my stockings. I then get down on my knees and take her chastity covered maleness into my mouth. The cage is soaked with her girl juices and is quite sweet in my mouth. I glance over at Amy on the bed and she is definitely enjoying the show. I can see her rubbing herself like a mad man through her panties. To further had to his torment, I grab the "back massager" and start rubbing it over her cock and balls while periodically jolting her with the remote butt plug. This causes her cock cage to flood with even more of her tasty girl juice and makes my cock ache even more. Satisfied with my work, I give Matt another kiss this time with his girl juice dancing between our tongues. I signal Amy for the key and I release Matt from his erotica prison. Her clitty springs to life almost instantaneously. Taking in the sight, I stand in front of her and lift up my leather skirt revealing my satin thong. The front is soaked in precum and my cock is still rock hard. I turn slightly and look at Amy. This is so she can see me pull my cock out and shove it into Matt's mouth. He starts working me like a pro. Even though this is only the second time we've done this that either me or her wife knows about, I'm guessing there's a few Harleys in the parking lot she could suck start. Satisfied that my cock is wet enough, I order him to stop. I take off my wet satin thong and shove it in his mouth so that the crotch is right on top of his tongue. There's no way for him to not taste my womanly essence. I order Amy to lie on her back again and I remove her panties. I take them and place them over his head so that the gusset is right in his nose. He smells his wife's musk and tasting her male lesbian lover's girly juices all while his clitty is dancing free and being teased by the satin dress and receiving the occasional jolt from the plug. With Amy and me seeing him like this, we're both so horny that we start going at each other like a pair of horny sluts. I slam my cock into her pussy finally satisfying her long held desire. My cock slides into her with no problems as she's just been a torrent of wetness for the last two hours. My cock is made harder by the fact that this sexual creature before me is finally seeing me as I've always wanted her to see me in all of my dominant feminine glory while her sissy husband watches, unable to do anything but sit there unsatisfied. I pound away at her staring deeply and lovingly into her closed eyes knowing that I am absolutely owning her right now and she's loving all of it. After about ten orgasms for her, I finally blow my hot load into her aching pussy causing her to scream in a way that I know half the hotel must have heard. As she lies there in a semi-comatose state, I turn my attention back to Matt. Still unsure of what to make of the situation and still in sexual torment from his rope and panty restraints, I lift the mask up and order him to clean my cock up. He does so eagerly. I ask him if he's ready to consummate our relationship and I'm not sure anyone could have said yes to such a question any faster than he did. This isn't the first time I've taken him, but it's the first time as his Mistress. I release his bonds and have him stand up. He's still awkward in the heels, but that will change in time. Derek & Amy: Derek's Turn I order him to bend over and clean up my lover's cunt. He hungrily sucks the mess out of his wife's pussy and swallows it all down. While he's doing this, I grab the lube out of my bag and slather my already erect clit stick and in one swift motion, shove it up his aching boy cunt. I can't see his face but his breath says it all. I start pumping his ass and he pushes back like a bitch in heat. I tell Amy to slide one of the cock rings in my bag onto him and start sucking his clit. I pound away at him until I'm on the brink of orgasm when I stop and have him and Amy lie on the floor. Like a couple of seals waiting for a fish, I stroke myself to another massive orgasm and shoot jets of cum onto Amy and Matt's faces which I tell them to lick off of each other, the make out for my amusement. Because I'm not a selfish lover, I look at Matt and tell her that I didn't forget that she has yet to have release. I order her to stand up as I take her place. I signal Amy to get under Matt's dress with me and we start making out around Matt's clit. After a while, I tell her to stand up. It's now my turn to return the favor. I hungrily take his cock into my mouth and start sensuously licking his shaft and balls. I nibble a little bit and he reacts like a good girl should. I finally take his cock into my mouth and start sucking on it like the last time only then; he was a lot more nervous. It doesn't take much time for my cock to be hard yet again and I start stroking it while sucking his. I find myself rubbing up against his stockings while taking him all the way down my throat. This sends him over the edge and he blasts his load down my throat while I blow mine on his stockings and shoes. Like a good slut, I swallow every drop in my mouth and I lick my cum off of her shoes. We then make out swapping each other's juices for the first time as lovers. Satisfied, we all lie down on the bed, none of us bothering to change. Why would we? This is one of the best nights of my life and I was able to share it with my girls. The best part is we all know this is only the beginning. Derek & Amy: Matt Makes Three My lover and my husband are in separate rooms changing into the clothing I've laid out for them. When they're finished they'll come into the library where I'm sitting waiting for them. This will be the first time they've touched each other and I'm not going to miss a minute of it. I'm sitting in a big padded chair diagonal to the door. My husband, Matt, comes in first. He looks more comfortable in his dress than I ever imagined he would. The dress I picked out for him reminds me of that famous picture of Marilyn Monroe where she's standing on the grate with her skirt being blown up. His is bright blue though. When I signal for her to turn around for me she does, and it's nice to see she's having just a little trouble in the six inch heels. I point her towards the couch across from me. When she sits down with her legs spread out I glare at her til she sits up straight like a proper lady. Shortly after she gets settled my lover, Derek, walks in looking far more comfortable in the clothing I set out for him than my husband does at the moment. "There's my girl, close the door." I direct. Once the door's closed she turns back to me and I signal for her to turn around for me like my husband had. She does and lands in a reasonable curtsy. Her pink dress is cut in a 50's style with a high waist, bodice-like top and flared out skirt with a few layers of ruffles under it. Pointing her to the couch where my husband sits I settle back to enjoy the show. She settles next to Matt and they look at each other tentatively, neither seeming sure of what to do. They both look at me for direction and I just shake my head, this is their show and I'm just here to enjoy it. Derek finally builds up her nerve to lean over and kiss him. Before long they're going at it like a couple of horny teenage girls. I see flashes of tongue and the occasional moan slips out from one of them the longer this goes on. Derek has one hand on the back of Matt's head and the other one is running over her leg just below the hem of her skirt. Matt still seems a little unsure of where her hands should be, they keep fluttering from place to place, never really settling. Finally Derek grabs one of her hands and places it on her leg, sliding it under her skirt as she leans Matt's head to the side so she can get at her neck and throat. Watching Matt's eyes roll back in ecstasy as Derek's teeth find her earlobes is enough to get my panties wet. As Matt's hand finds her way to Derek's panties she slides to the floor and slides up Derek's skirt. Those silky pink panties look so good on her I wish it was me with my hands under her skirt. Still keeping her hand on Matt's head she guides the newer girl towards her hard cock. Matt leans down and kisses the silky pink fabric before sliding it down enough to free Derek's rock hard cock. Derek locks eyes with me as Matt leans back down and takes her cock in her mouth. Her eyes drift closed as Matt keeps sucking her cock, occasionally stopping to lick it from base to tip before taking it all back in her mouth. Somehow she manages to take the entire thing down her throat and a part of me wonders if this isn't the first time. After a few minutes Derek pulls her off and stands up. She guides Matt to a standing position and leans her over the couch. Once Matt's hands are firmly planted she tugs down Matt's panties, freeing the hard cock that's been trapped in the silky black prison. Turning to me she catches the bottle of lube I tossed over. Pouring some of the lube on Matt's ass she puts the bottle down and starts working the lube into Matt's asshole with her fingers. It looks like Matt's starting to rethink things, but once Derek gets one finger inside her she not only relaxes she starts pushing back against her. After a few minutes Derek moves behind her and slowly slides her cock into Matt's waiting Ass. Reaching around she starts pumping Matt's cock in time with her own movements. Both of my girls are moaning now, pushing against each other harder and faster with every thrust. It only takes a moment before I see Derek lock up against Matt's ass, followed by Matt blowing a load against the back of the couch and the wall. After both relax and Derek has pulled out and stepped back Matt guides her to lay down on the couch. Kneeling over her face Matt slides her dick into Derek's mouth before leaning down to take Derek back into her own mouth. Before I know it both are hard again, and looking at me... I didn't expect anything more than to be watching as the two of them explored each other, but before I can figure out what's going on they've untangled themselves and are both walking towards me. Derek reaches for my right hand as Matt reaches for my left. They pull me to a standing position and I'm suddenly grateful I'm wearing heels as well. Without them the boys would be a good foot and a half taller than me. Derek turns me towards her, guiding my arms around her neck and then anchoring my hips in place with her strong hands. Behind me I can feel Matt unlacing the black corset I chose to wear tonight. Derek leans down and captures my mouth with hers as the corset falls from my body. Behind me Matt steps forward and slides his hands around to cup my breasts, toying with my nipples as she leans in and nibbles on my shoulder. Dereks arms slide from my hips back to my ass for a quick squeeze before reaching for the zipper on the back of my skirt. With one swift motion my skirt slides to the floor leaving me only in a pair of dark blue panties that are soaked. Derek's mouth leaves mine as he starts nibbling his way down my body. I lean my head back against Matt and just let it happen. There's hands and mouths everywhere. With every touch, every kiss my nerves spark. As Derek's mouth trails down my body, stopping to bite at my nipples or for her tongue to dart out and tease a sensitive spot Matt lifts my left leg and places it on the chair I had been watching them from. Matt's got me pinned back against her, still nibbling and kissing my shoulders and neck, her hands still toying with my breasts. Derek's on her knees now and I'm sure she's going to give me some relief but her mouth travels down my thighs to the back of my knee and back up before doing the same to the other leg. She brings my leg back to the floor, just long enough to slide my panties off my hips. Stepping out of them I find my leg back on the chair, being held there by Matt while Derek finally dives in. She's licking and teasing me, making sure to avoid my clit. I can't help squirming and moaning her name, I want to cum so bad. Behind me Matt has shifted and I feel her sliding lube over my ass. As his fingers start working their way inside my ass Derek finally takes mercy on me and with one quick flick of her tongue I lose all control, moaning and screaming. There's so much feeling and no thought, all I can do is hold onto Matt's arm with one hand and the back of my lover's head with the other. As I come down off my orgasm and start breathing again I feel Matt's cock slip into my ass. Derek's standing up in front of me again and when I feel Matt nod over my shoulder Derek lines up his cock with my wet cunt and slides in too. I've never felt this full before. Derek reaches around and grabs Matt's ass with one hand and mine with her other. Matt has one hand on my stomach and slides the other up to squeeze Derek's nipple. I'm sandwiched between two girls that I love dearly. They're alternatively nibbling on my shoulder, ears, mouth and each other. At first they pump in and out alternatively, one going in as the other slides out, but then they switch and all of a sudden I'm finding myself emptied and filled by both of them at the same time. As I spiral into another orgasm my legs turn to jelly and the only thing holding me up is them. They somehow manage to twist us so Derek's sitting in the chair with me in her lap, her cock still hard inside me. We didn't loose Matt either, she's still pumping away at my ass. As I spiral into another orgasm I feel Matt tense up behind me at the same time Derek tenses underneath me. We all explode into a quivering, moaning mass of ecstasy. Derek & Amy: Time Alone Walking into the hotel room I feel my nerves going crazy. It's been a while since I had Derek to myself, so I'm looking forward to tonight. Looking at the clock I should have about half an hour before he gets here. Dropping the bag with my clothes in the bedroom I take the bag of clothes I had for him in the bathroom with me. I pull the dress out of the bag and hang it on the back of the door. It's a simple black dress, mesh and lace combining to hide all the most interesting places. I leave the bag with the rest of the items for him on the counter and step under the warm water. I take as quick a shower as I can, making sure there's no errant hair on my body. I step out of the shower and towel myself off just in time to hear a knock on the door. Wrapping a robe around myself I go to answer it. I let Derek in and as I close the door behind him he turns me and pins me against it. I didn't catch what shirt he was wearing today, but I'm fairly certain it was one of his band shirts. I can feel his jeans rubbing against me as he shoves his knee between my legs, pinning me even more. We always greet each other with a kiss, but this is more carnal than usual. I'm supposed to be in control tonight and already he's got the upper hand on me, having pinned my arms against the door, keeping me unable to touch him. After a moment he steps back and lets me go. I'm ready to throw him on the bed and have my way with him, but that would ruin the suspense of tonight. I love drawing our passion out, it makes for such an exciting night. I'm still leaning against the door, panting heavily when he turns away from me and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and starting up the water. While he's in the shower I hurry to get myself ready for him. With the way Derek's acting tonight I'm suddenly glad that I've got multiple outfits to choose from. Passing over the red velvet I was going to wear I settle on a dress made of red lace. It leaves nothing to the imagination but is far more submissive than the velvet. Judging by his greeting, my lover has a need to be in control tonight and I'm more than happy to oblige. I pull on a strappy pair of stilettos over the black stockings and shimmy into the matching red bra and panty set before sliding the dress over my head. The water's turned off and I can hear him moving around in the bathroom getting dressed so I hurriedly empty out the contents of the smallest bag I brought onto the nightstand. There's a riding crop, a soft leather flogger, ropes, furry handcuffs, feathers and a blindfold. Pouring us both drinks I place both on the small table under the window and reach for my brush. I have just enough time to braid my hair and sink to my knees next to the small chair before my lover opens the bathroom door and comes striding out looking gorgeous as ever. She drops her bags next to mine and I concentrate on the floor in front of me, placing my hands on my knees and only seeing the tips of her boots as they approach me. As Mistress Derek stops in front of me I lean down and kiss both her boots, bidding her a good evening. Derek settles into the chair beside me and crosses her legs. I can feel her hand stroking my hair and hear her take a long drink from the glass I had left for her. Judging by her body language my Mistress has had a bad day so I patiently wait, leaning my head against her knee in an offer of comfort. After a few moments she sets her drink aside and rises, walking before me to the bed. I take the time to get a good look at her. She's not wearing the dress I'd had hanging in the bathroom, but rather a tight fitting thing that I think is made out of latex. She's put on some black opera gloves and those high heeled boots look new. I haven't seen these ones before. The boots go up to her calves and the stockings she has under them continue up her legs. Beneath the edge of her skirt I can see a little bit of red ribbon poking out, most likely from her garters. When I reach the end of the bed she reaches down and takes my hand to help me stand. Derek leans down and captures my mouth in the sweetest of kisses before slowly peeling the red dress up my body and over my head. With a gesture he has me climb into the middle of the bed and lay on my back. After propping a pillow under my head my Mistress leans down and gives me another one of those gentle, teasing kisses as she clasps my hands above my head to the headboard. Next she slides her hands slowly down my legs and secures an ankle to each of the lower posts. I'm spread wide open for my Mistress to use me as she sees fit. When I'm like this I can't think of Derek as anything other than my Mistress, although in reality our relationship is one of equals. Derek goes over to my bag for a moment and pulls out my iPod and headphones. As she plugs the headphones in and gently places them in my ears she selects a track and I can now hear only the music, not the movement around me. The song she's chosen is "Dirty Little Secret." It's a favorite of both of ours, as it reminds us of, well, us. As I see my Mistress lean over and grab the blindfold off the table I take a deep, steadying breath. She's deprived me of sound before, or sight, but never both at once. After securing the blindfold over my eyes, Derek leans down and kisses me again. This one isn't sweet and loving like the other ones she's given me, but one that demands obedience and claims me for her own. After a moment her mouth leaves mine and I shiver in anticipation. The music stops and then starts again, causing me to realize that the track is on repeat. This is probably for the best given that I soon will be paying more attention to what I feel than what I hear. After a moment I can feel the soft tickle of the feather. Derek starts at the soles of my feet and I swear when he unshackles me I'm going to kick her for it. I hate it when things touch the bottoms of my feet and she knows it. As the feather works it's way up my body slowly I forget about my feet and concentrate on the feel. It's amazing how soft and sensual it is. I try to guess where the feather will go next but he's twisting and teasing, jumping from spot to spot and making my skin sing. My mind is completely on the feather that's currently tickling the side of my knee when I let out a small yelp of surprise. She just took the riding crop to my nipple! This feels good as she alternates between the teasing stroke of the feather and the stinging lash of the crop. I never know what to expect next and I just let myself go. I'm nothing but a bundle of nerves and feelings at this point. I'm probably moaning loud enough to be heard three floors down but I don't care, I just want Mistress to keep going. Keeping the feather running over my skin I feel her lean over and draw my nipple into her mouth, nibbling and teasing at it. As she sits back up I feel a sharp pain over my nipple for a second. I think it's a nipple clamp but I'm not sure. After a moment she leans over and gives the same treatment to the other side. At some point she switches out the riding crop and the feather for the flogger. She drags it teasingly over my skin before stopping and smacking me somewhere, bringing all the feeling to the front. Then suddenly she stops and her mouth is on me again. She starts at my ear, not kissing my mouth where I so desperately want her. As she trails the most gentle of kisses down over my neck, my breasts, my stomach I try to lift my body in offering to her, but I can't. I'm getting frustrated by how much control she has, but at the same time I don't think she's ever made my body sing like this before. When she reaches my panties she doesn't even take them off. She blows a single hot breath over the soaked patch covering my pussy and I explode into the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. I'm seeing stars and I'm pretty sure I black out for a moment. When I come to mistress is curled up next to me, rubbing my wrists to restore feeling into them. When I can move them comfortably she moves down and does the same for my ankle, teasing the side of my foot with her tongue before working her way back up my body. Now that all my limbs are removed she takes off the nipple clamps as well. I gasp and arch my back as the blood comes flooding into the area again. Mistress licks and nibbles me until I'm ready to go again. Once she's sure I've got feeling and mobility again Mistress helps me stand next to the bed so she can remove my bra and panties. Moving to the stuffed chair in the corner. As she sits down I go to kneel in front of her but she stops me. I want to taste her so bad right now but Mistress has other plans. She drags up the skirt of her dress and lifts herself so I can remove her silk panties. I always marvel at how delicious she looks like this. Once the panties have been completely removed she grabs both my hands and drags me into her lap, sliding down just a little and positioning me over her hard cock. I can't take it any more, I slide down on her cock, stopping once it's fully inside me to let us both adjust. I haven't ridden her like this since that night she first took my husband as her slut. Slowly I start rocking, and then moving up and down. My hands find their way to her shoulders, balancing myself as I lean back just a little to get a better angle. One of her hands is on my hips, guiding me and the other slips down to flick at my clit, causing me to move faster and harder. As she leans down and takes my nipple in her mouth I cum again and again. I never stop moving though. After about four orgasms I feel her hips buck beneath me, lifting us both off the chair. Throwing my head back I join her as we both roll into the most mind-blowing orgasms I can remember. As we come down I don't let her slip out of me, but I do lean down and help her take off her dress and bra. The bra is one I love, black lace holding onto the most gorgeous breast forms. Reaching behind me I grab both our drinks and cuddle down onto her lap, enjoying this closeness we don't get often anymore. I can still feel her stockings and garters under my ass, but neither of us wants to move to remove them. "I hope you feel better my mistress," I whisper in her ear. "I do, my sweet girl," she replies. "We have some things we should talk about though. We chat late into the night, occasionally stopping as I feel her getting hard in me again. I can't help it, every time her cock fills me I ride it hard and fast until we both cum, each time taking longer and longer. We talk about everything and anything, and when the sun comes up it finds us still in the chair talking, wrapped up in each other's loving arms. Derek & Angela Derek had been asleep for maybe a few hours when the phone ringing jolted him awake. He rolled over and took a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand... 3:47am... it must be important he thought to himself. Still half asleep Derek answered the phone and heard a woman call his name. She sounded like she was crying. "Angela?" he said, somewhat confused. "Yes" was the response "It's me, Derek. Oh god... it's horrible. Richard's dead." Derek sat straight up in bed, shocked, and turned on the lamp next to his alarm clock. "Jesus, Ang, what happened?" he said, still half asleep. Angie explained that her husband, Richard, had been driving home from a conference late at night when someone in the oncoming lane swerved and slammed into his car. The paramedics tried to save him, but he died shortly after arriving at the hospital. The police told Angela they suspect the other driver had been drinking. "I don't know what to do, Derek. I feel so all alone. The funeral is in three days, and I'm so lost. Can you come here, please? I need someone. I need your help." Angela said between heaving sobs. Derek ran his fingers through his hair and took in all he'd been told. His head was swimming. "Of course. Of course I can, Ang." Derek said in as comforting a tone as he could. "I'll go see the dean tomorrow morning and explain what happened and that I need a little time off from my thesis work. It won't be a problem." "Thank- you, Derek. Thank-you so much. I just don't know what to do or who to turn to. I need you now more than ever." Angela said, her voice sou nding a litle more like her usual self now. "It's no problem. I'll be there tomorrow night, Ang. I love you." Derek said. After Derek hung up the phone he lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of his bed and tried to digest the news. It was only four years ago when his and Angela's parents had been killed in a plane crash while on vacation in California. Shortly after that Angela married Richard and moved several hundreds of miles away, then Richard began his Masters thesis in biology. He was so was busy with school that he had neglected to keep in-touch with his sister. So much had happened in a short span of time, and Derek and his older sister had drifted apart somewhat. Derek was just a couple of months shy of his 22nd birthday a when their parents were killed, and Angela was 25. He had come to rely on her more in the absence of his parents, but her getting married and moving away had hurt what was once a very close relationship between them. Derek, like most teenage boys, was shy and awkward around girls so he often looked to his older sister for advice on dating and other things. She was always patient and never teased him and he always appreciated it. Derek stamped out his cigarette, turned out the light, and got back into bed. As he lay staring at the ceiling in the darkness his mind wandered to how back when he was in his teenage years he would often sneak peeks down Angela's top when she would bend over around him, or try to brush against her in hopes of feeling her breasts against his arm or back. Occasionally she would notice him staring, but would simply smile or occasionally say "Bad boy. You shouldn't be looking at them, little brother." That was always enough to make Derek feel embrassed and guilty, but as the years passed it occured to him that she never seemed to really mind him staring at her breasts because she never once got angry at him when she caught him looking at her. Derek had always found his sister very pretty. At 5'4" she had always wished she was taller like models, and would often try different hair styles to make her jet black hair look like an actress or model she admired. She tried not to appear vain, but she was always secretly proud of her breasts. By the time she had reached 20 they had developed into at least a C-cup, and on her slim frame they looked disproportionate. Derek's mind jolted back to the present and the tragedy that he'd been told of tonight. He also realized that his memories of his younger years of staring at his big sister's breasts had given him an erection. His hand slipped inside his boxers and he slowly stroked himself thinking of how Angela would sit on the couch next to him and lean over him to check out the TV Guide or magazine in his hands, therefore giving him a good look down her tanktop or blouse at her large breasts. There were so many times that he wished he just had the nerve to reach out and feel her breasts... just once. The sight of her large breasts swaying inside her loose tops had given him plenty of fuel for fantasy as a teen, and he had spent many nights in bed stroking his cock while he imagined what it would be like to feel his sister's breasts, and more...