Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (24 page)

Her body’s instant reaction was impossible to ignore. Her
heartbeat raced, her body tingled, her pussy throbbed. Uncomfortable, thanks to
the heat radiating from between her legs, she shifted in her seat and opened
the car window a crack. I’m not a lesbian. Why does the idea of this turn me on
so much? “

It’s your decision. I won’t force you to do anything you
don’t want to.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it,” she agreed, knowing already
what the answer would be.

There was something about having another woman touching her,
watching as Andre made love to her. Her panties were becoming more soaked by
the second.

Much to her surprise, Britt wanted to try it.

* * * * *

Dinner—a luscious slow-cooked roast and potatoes—was
accompanied with friendly, animated chatter. Andre seduced Britt with heated
glances and flirty winks. His hand rested possessively on her knee throughout
most of the meal, occasionally wandering higher to caress between her legs. The
teasing touches drove her crazy with desire.

Stacy gave her one or two heated glances, seeming to try not
to be too forceful or intimidating.

After they’d laughed, and eaten, and exhausted all casual
conversation, Andre cleared the dishes and announced, “How about we go
downstairs for a while?”

Stacy, who sat to Britt’s left, turned to glance at her, an
unspoken question on her face. Britt knew this was it, her final opportunity to
back out. A momentary panic gripped her right around the throat, leaving her
speechless.

Stacy looked at Andre. “I should probably go. Maybe another
time?”

“No,” Britt forced the word past the mountain blocking her
trachea. “I want you to stay.”

Stacy answered her request with a beaming smile. She stood
and reached for Britt’s hand. “It’ll be okay. Better than okay. I promise.”

“I promise, too. Trust me,” Andre said, motioning her toward
the kitchen.

Andre’s hand clasped around her right hand, Stacy’s around
her left, she descended the stairs at the rear of the kitchen slowly, unsure of
what to expect.

The minute they reached the playroom, Stacy excused herself
to change her clothes, leaving Andre and Britt alone.

Andre pulled Britt into an embrace, resting one palm on her
cheek while pressing the side of her face against his chest. She let his
heart’s slow, steady beat soothe her quickly frazzling nerves. “I know this is
your first time. I want it to be memorable, not scary.”

She nodded.

He palmed both her cheeks and turned her face to his. Two
brown eyes with flecks of gold stared straight into hers. “Listen to me
closely. If either of us do anything you don’t like, I want you to tell me.
Okay? Pick a safe word. Something you will remember. Something you wouldn’t
normally say during lovemaking.”

“Tomato?”

He chuckled and nodded. “When I hear the word tomato, I’ll
stop whatever I am doing, and so will Stacy. I want this to be a very intense
experience for you, but also pleasant, special.”

“I have a feeling it will be.”

Stacy returned to the room wearing the same black latex
catsuit she’d worn at the club. The center zipper was unfastened down to her
navel, exposing a V of tanned skin and the inner curves of her breasts. “Is
everything okay?” Her gaze hopped back and forth between Britt and Andre.

Andre nodded. “The word is tomato.”

“Got it.” Stacy stepped closer, approaching Britt almost as
if she were approaching a scared child. But instead of touching Britt, Stacy
dropped to her knees before Andre, bent her head forward, and remained still,
one hand resting on each thigh. “Master.”

Here I go! No turning back, now.

Not sure what she should do, but having an inkling, she
glanced at Andre for a cue.

He smiled then nodded slowly, and she dropped to her knees
beside Stacy and repeated, “Master.” It felt a little unnatural, like she was
putting on a show, but she took the role of slave and waited for Andre’s next
move.

He rested his hands on the top of her head. “It pleases me
to see you submitting at last, Britt. However, when you come to me, I expect
you to be completely unclothed. You may hide nothing from me.”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know. We didn’t go over the rules yet.”
She started to pull her top over her head.

“No. Stop.”

Britt released her shirt, the bottom hem around her
shoulders.

“Stacy will undress you.”

“Oh.” Her heart beating in her ears, she dropped her arms
and turned toward Stacy. She closed her eyes.

“No, Britt. Open your eyes. Look at Stacy.”

She stared at Stacy’s face, surprised to see an almost
complete lack of emotion. The woman looked more like a nurse than a lover. Her unaffected
expression slowed Britt’s racing heart a bit.
It’s just like being at the
doctor’s office.

Stacy pulled Britt’s top over her head, then reached around
to unhook her bra, pulling each shoulder strap down until the garment fell on
the floor. Then she unzipped Britt’s jeans and pulled them over her hips.

“Lie down, Britt,” Andre commanded.

She lay on her back and lifted her hips to allow Stacy to
pull her shoes and jeans off. Then Stacy hooked her fingers under Britt’s
underwear and pulled.

Britt glanced at Andre, not sure if he expected her to
remain lying down or return to kneeling. Meanwhile, Stacy resumed her obedient
pose, head down, hands resting on thighs.

“Much better, Britt. Now, to assure you won’t forget, you
will pay the consequences for coming before me fully clothed.”

Uh, boy! Here it comes.
Her pussy tingled as Andre’s
hot gaze raked over her flesh. She felt her skin warming.

“Stand up,” he demanded.

Both Britt and Stacy stood.

“Stacy, place Britt on the spanking bench.”

“Yes, Master.” Stacy took Britt’s hand and led her to a
piece of furniture that slightly resembled a weight bench. With hands on
Britt’s shoulders, she coaxed her to kneel on the floor then rest her upper
body on the leather seat part. Then she pulled Britt’s knees apart and secured
Britt’s wrists in leather cuffs.

By the time Britt was in position, her pussy was throbbing
with expectation. Stacy pushed lightly on Britt’s back, encouraging her to arch
it and tip her ass up in the air.

She’d never felt so exposed, so out of control. It was a
wonderful, erotic feeling. Her entire body was energized, her blood pumping hot
as acid through her body. Her breaths failed to fill her hungry lungs.

And then she felt the slap, and in a heartbeat a sharp
stinging pain warmed her backside. She squirmed, breathless, and tried to look
over her shoulder to prepare for the next one.

“No. Look forward.”

She obediently stared straight ahead.

“Arch that back.”

She arched her back, lifting her smarting ass as high as she
could.

“And relax the muscles.”

She forced herself to slacken her ass muscles.

A second swat sounded in her ears, and another rush of
biting pain razored up her spine. She gasped at both the pain and the pleasure
ripping through her body, gripped the chains holding her wrists to the
underside of the bench, and forced herself to hold her position.

“Very nice, Britt. What have you learned?”

“To come before you undressed.”

“Very good.”

A soft touch smoothed over her bottom, cooling the heat.
“You have a perfect ass. So full and round.” Fingers dipped between her ass
cheeks, teasing her anus, and she reflexively tipped her hips higher giving him
better access. “Oh, yes. Just like that. Your hole is so tight. I want to fuck
it.”

Recalling the size of his cock, she shuddered. “I’ve
never…you’re so big.”

“Trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

She dropped her head to the bench, tipping it to the side
and relishing the cool touch to her flaming face. “Yes, Master.”

“Good! I want to reward your trust. Stacy, the beads.”

“Yes, Master,” Stacy responded.

The hands that had been soothing Britt’s ass lifted and
Britt wondered whose they had been.

A moment later, Britt felt a touch to her ass again, fingers
pulling her cheeks apart.

“Your ass is perfect. So tight and smooth. Have you ever had
anal beads before, Britt?”

“No,” she whispered, completely aroused at the soft
exploring touches. Fingers probed her pussy, slipping up to circle over her
clit before dipping down into her vagina. More touches wandered up and down her
crack.

“Your pussy is so smooth.”

Hands messaged her thighs with strong pressure, working out
knots she hadn’t known were there. More hands worked over her ass and pussy,
stroking, teasing, fingers dipping inside.

She moaned at the sensation overload. The feel of hands all
over her pussy and ass and legs. The sound of her own shallow breaths in her
ears. The scent of oils. “Yes, thank you.”

“For that you’ll be rewarded as well.”

“Thank you.”

Fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her anus, and
then something pushed at the barrier.

“Open to me, Britt,” Andre demanded.

She tried to force her muscles to relax against the
pressure, to allow whatever was pushing inside. It was nearly impossible. Her
entire body was tensing as waves of heat pulsed up and out. The pace of each
wave increased with each heartbeat.

And then she felt a pop as the first bead slid inside,
filling her anus. She gasped, her pussy throbbing, juices dripping down the
front and cooling her skin. “Oh!”

“I want to reward you some more,” Andre said.

“Yes! More.”

Another bead slipped inside, giving a slightly increased
feeling of fullness. It was a very pleasant, erotic feeling. “More?”

“Yes!”

A third bead popped inside and her fingernails dug into her
palms as she fought to control the rush of tingling heat radiating through her
body. Climax was just on the horizon. She could feel it.

“Release her hands.”

Stacy kneeled beside her, releasing first one hand, then the
other.

“Turn over, Britt. With your ass on the opposite end. You
have been very, very good. You deserve another reward.”

Dizzy from the rewards she’d already received, and not sure
how many more rewards she could take, she turned around and lay on her back.
Stacy lifted her ankles and strapped them high in cuffs suspended from the
ceiling.

Legs spread in a wide V, Britt watched and waited as Andre
pulled down his pants and unwrapped a rubber. He pulled it over his erection,
then kneeled. The bench was the perfect height.

She arched her back, silently pleading for him to fill her.

Stacy kneeled to one side.

“Another bead.” He pulled his cock away slightly and Stacy
lifted her hands to Britt’s anus, pushing a final bead inside.

Breathless with the urgent need to be filled, out of her
mind with arousal, she watched Stacy touch her. Stacy’s hand wandered higher,
her fingers dipping into Britt’s pussy before circling over her clit.

It was too erotic to watch. Britt dropped her head back and
closed her eyes, intent to concentrate on the touches to her pussy and the fullness
in her ass.

“Is she ready for me yet?” Andre asked.

“No, Master.”

“Slacken the chain. I want her knees bent, her legs wider.”

“Yes, Master,” Stacy answered.

The tension on Britt’s legs eased, allowing her to lower her
ankles. A gentle push on her knees forced them apart and high up on either side
of her body.

Oh, so wide. So hot.
Fuck me!

Britt felt she would go insane if he didn’t give her
release. Her entire body was pulling into tight knots. She couldn’t breathe or
think. Sensations were blurring into colors and sounds. She tasted the musk of
her own arousal as it filled the air.

Then, fingers pulled her labia apart and a warm tongue
flickered over her clit, sending white-hot bolts of desire up to her belly.

Andre’s cock pushed inside, stopping just inside before
filling her completely and stretching her vagina.

She thrashed her head back and forth, her eyelids clamped
tight. Her stomach muscles spasmed and her feet curled. “More!”

His cock pushed another fraction of an inch inside and she
consciously tightened her vaginal walls around it, savoring the increased
sensation. She was so close, so very close! Cold and hot zipped up and down her
body as the throb of her impending climax took hold of her.

“Now,” Andre shouted.

And as the first spasm of orgasm gripped Britt’s body, he
thrust his cock deep inside. That, with the added sensation as the first bead
slid out of her ass, magnified her climax until she lost all control. Andre’s
cock thrust in and out, in and out as her pussy spasmed around it. And with
each thrust, a bead was pulled out of her ass.

She screamed with release, so overcome by the sensations
pummeling her body to sort one out from the other. Then she felt the swelling
of Andre’s climax, and he growled before thrusting inside her one final time.

And then breathless, dizzy and disoriented, she opened her
eyes.

Stacy smiled at her and unable to speak, she smiled back.

Andre pulled out, removed the condom and unbuckled the
straps holding Britt’s legs, then pulled her to him in a tight embrace. “How do
you feel, Britt?”

She took stock of the various sensations and emotions still
rushing through her body. “Overwhelmed.” She watched as Stacy stood and
silently left the room.

Andre stood and led her upstairs. “In a good way?”

“Oh, yes. Where’s Stacy going?”

He led her into his bedroom and lying down, pulled her into
the bed with him. “Home. She only came here to serve you. Her task is done
now.”

She rested her head on his chest and curled up against his
warmth. “I’ve never had an experience like that before, with another woman.”

“Did you like it?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure what she was doing and what you
were doing. But the whole thing was incredible.”

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Very much.”

“I’m not your average Master. You see, we’re bending the
rules to meet our needs. Do you like our game? Would you like to play again
with me?”

“Oh, yes! Couldn’t you tell?”

“Then I have to ask you for a promise.” His fingertip pulled
at her chin until she tipped her face toward his.

“What promise?”

“I know it hasn’t been long, but I want you.”

Not sure if she understood him correctly, she asked, “What
are you saying?”

“I want to make a commitment to you. Right here. Right now.
Britt, our game is just beginning. But already, I ‘m developing feelings for
you. Real feelings. I may play your Master in the bedroom, but you are the one
capturing my heart. I won’t let you go. I can’t let you go. I want you to be
mine.”

Tears burned Britt’s eyes as she read the truth in his.

“Thank you for being so willing to open up to me, to share
your thoughts and fears and joys with me. I hope you want to do that for a long,
long time.”

She swiped at a hot tear as it slid down her cheek. “Thank
you for helping me learn how to open up. You’ve shown me how to be a better
person. How to explore and share. How to let go.” She chuckled. “I had no idea
that paddles and spreaders and swings could do that, teach such deep lessons.
You were right. It’s more than dominating another human’s body. It’s about learning
about yourself and each other. Encouraging each other to grow and learn. Andre,
I’m yours. Your slave. Happy to do as you ask.”

That night, they stayed up all night, making love, pleasing
each other…and planning their future, together.