'Yes, I think so,' he said slowly. 'She has to do what you tell her. She has sex with you sometimes.'
'That doesn't trouble you?' I asked him.
'I'm not sure. I'm trying to take it in,' he said. It was an honest answer.
I could feel Matthew wasn't very friendly to the boy. He was determined to show him exactly what the situation was.
'Take off your t-shirt,' he said to Beth.
She glanced at the boy to see his reaction, and blushed. Matthew stared at her, daring her to disobey. Slowly Beth pulled her t-shirt over her head.
'I'm going to tell her to undress, item by item,' said Matthew. 'She doesn't have any choice about doing it. She always does what I tell her. But you aren't obliged to watch. If you want to leave, of course you can.'
The boy didn't say anything. He stared at Beth.
'Take your skirt off, Beth,' Matthew said.
She stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Then she sat down again. She kept glancing at the boy, as if afraid he was going to run away at any moment.
'Now take off your bra,' Matthew said.
Beth did as she was told. The boy looked awkward now, as if unsure if he ought to look at her any more.
'And now the knickers, Beth,' said Matthew.
Beth stood up once more, slid her knickers down over her hips and let them fall to her ankles. Then she resumed her seat.
'I assume you haven't seen her naked before,' Matthew said to the boy.
He shook his head.
'Do you think she has a desirable body?'
He nodded.
'You do realise I can do anything with her I want?' Matthew said.
The boy didn't reply.
'If I tell her to suck my cock now, she will,' Matthew said. 'Or stick her finger up her ass.'
He was trying to provoke the poor boy into leaving. I didn't like it much. But I thought Beth was the one who ought to make a response, if anyone. If she wasn't going to resist, I wasn't going to make her.
'Would you like Beth to sit on your lap?' Matthew asked the boy. 'Then you can feel between her legs if you like. I expect she's wet.'
The boy shook his head. He looked pretty uncomfortable now. Matthew seemed to take pity on him.
'Get dressed, Beth,' he said. 'Why don't you take your friend out for a drink? But don't suck his cock again.'
Beth blushed. She put her clothes on quickly, took the boy by the hand and led him out of the apartment.
'I give it two weeks,' Matthew said. 'He's a wimp. What use is that to her?'
Even though I thought Matthew's treatment of the boy had been unkind, I couldn't really disagree with his assessment. Beth was quite a strong character. It's a grave mistake to think that submissive girls are shy, retiring types who wouldn't say boo to a goose. The ones I have encountered are often strong-minded, even wilful; they need very firm handling. If they sense a weakness in the dom, they will often exploit it. Matthew had the measure of Beth. But I remember that she had not had too much trouble winding Brian round her little finger. Robert, the new boy, didn't seem to have any ability to stand up to her, which I knew would ultimately lead to disaster.
So it proved. Robert couldn't really handle Beth's arrangement. He'd been quite shocked when Matthew had made her strip in front of him, though at the time he'd tried to disguise it. Later, he'd tried to persuade Beth that it wasn't a healthy relationship for her to be in, and so she soon gave him his marching orders. For the time being, dating was forgotten about.
Matthew seemed to want to impose ever stricter rules and regulations on her, testing her obedience after what he saw as a kind of revolt. Sometimes I think Matthew was unnecessarily cruel to her, not physically but mentally. He really seemed to want to rub her nose in her submission, make her realise how total it was and that he would please himself with her, almost without regard to her feelings. I remember once we were all watching a movie on TV. Matthew and I were sitting on the sofa. As usual Beth was sitting at our feet, with her collar on; Matthew had hold of the leash. She wore nothing but a t-shirt.
The movie was a little boring. Mathew had his other hand around my neck. He turned my face to his and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue in between my lips. Beth looked up and saw us kissing. Matthew turned to her and said, 'Beth, I'm going to fuck Annabel.'
He told her to prepare me, saying she should undress me. I lay back on the sofa, naked. Matthew told Beth to kiss and lick my cunt, to make me nice and wet for him. She did as she was told. Matthew watched as she went down on me. She was skilled at it and I enjoyed her tongue. Matthew sat beside me, stroking Beth's bare ass as she worked.
'That's enough with Annabel,' Matthew told her. 'Now you must get me ready for her.'
He had taken out his cock. He pushed her head down. She sucked his cock for several minutes, till he was very hard. Then he lay between my legs.
'Beth,' he said, 'reach down and open up Annabel's cunt, ready for me to fuck her, there's a good little girl.'
Beth obediently put her hands between my legs and pulled apart the lips of my cunt. Matthew pushed his cock into me.
'Sit back on the floor,' Matthew told Beth. 'Don't touch yourself.'
I glanced sideways at the little owned girl as Matthew fucked me. She looked sort of lost, shut out. I felt sorry for her. After we had finished, I was nice to her, having her kneel at my feet while I was still naked, stroking her face and hair and occasionally murmuring a few words to her, telling her what a dear little girl she was.
Of course it wasn't always a battle. There were many good times, when the affectionate side of Beth's nature was allowed to come through. And in turn our affection for our little pet was given free expression. One Sunday, I remember, we had all been out to brunch. When we got back, Matthew took us two girls into the bedroom. He told Beth to undress me, and then I undressed her. When we were both naked we took Matthew's clothes off, working together. We knelt in front of him and combined in sucking his cock, one holding it for the other to suck, then switching over, or one sucking the head of his cock while the other licked his balls.
After a while we got on the bed. Matthew put Beth between us. I began to kiss her mouth, sliding my tongue in deep, while Matthew moved down the bed and began to lick her cunt. She was making little purring noises, I remember. While I kissed her I played with her nipples, then moved my head down and took one of them between my lips, sucking hard, then biting. Beth moaned and writhed about, though Matthew held her down firmly so that he could continue licking between her legs. It wasn't long before she came. Matthew then turned her on her side and entered her from behind. While he fucked her I continued kissing her mouth and playing with her nipples. He fucked her for a good long time, moving in and out of her slowly, with long regular strokes. Still sucking on one of her nipples, I put my hand between her legs. I wanted to feel Matthew's cock moving in and out of her. Then I found her clit and began to slowly circle it with my finger, until she came again.
Matthew pulled out of her and put her on her back. He bent her knees and opened her legs. Kneeling between them he reinserted his cock in her cunt.
'Sit on her face,' he said to me.
I lowered myself onto Beth's face, positioning my cunt just over her mouth. I leaned forward and put my arms around Matthew, drawing him towards me and kissing him on the mouth. I could feel Beth's tongue working in my cunt. Matthew kept fucking her until suddenly he pulled out and with a groan ejaculated onto Beth's belly. I bent right forward and licked his semen off her skin, then I turned round and kissed her on the mouth once more, pushing my tongue in deep so that she could taste his semen on me.
Matthew wasn't finished. 'Go and get your strap-on,' he said.
I went to the bathroom cupboard where it was kept and strapped it round my hips. I came back in the bedroom with the big black cock sticking out in front of me.
'Fuck the little slut,' Matthew said. It wasn't aggressive; it was almost a term of endearment.
I made Beth kneel on the bed. I took her from behind, thrusting the rigid black cock into her while I gripped her hips.
'Suck his cock,' I said to her.
Matthew lay with his groin against her head and she took him in her mouth. After ten minutes, during which I fucked her vigorously, Matthew was hard again.
'Let's both fuck her,' I said. 'Make her take two cocks.'
I pulled out of her and lay on my back on the bed. I told Beth to get on top. I watched as she lowered herself down, impaling herself on the shiny black cock. I put my arms on her shoulders and pulled her forward, raising her bottom. Matthew got some lube and worked it up inside her ass. Then he knelt behind her and carefully eased his cock into her ass. When it was in up to the hilt he paused for a moment, then began to fuck her.
'How does it feel to be buggered, little slut?' he asked. 'How does it feel to be penetrated front and back?'
Beth was finding this an overwhelming experience. She could do nothing except moan as Matthew continued to fuck her; I tried to synchronise my movements, thrusting upwards with my hips as he drove into her.
I was very aroused, perhaps more so than I had ever been with her. As Beth leaned forward, she put pressure on the black dildo strapped to me, which in turn pushed against my clit, and I could feel myself coming. I cried out with pleasure.
'Good girl,' said Matthew, smiling. He kept buggering Beth until he too came, and then collapsed down on top of her. We were all in a pile, gasping and sighing.
I recognise that we were not the only couple in history to have a little pet. It's not uncommon for couples in a stable d/s relationship to acquire an annex, a girl (or much more rarely a boy) who is a kind of house pet or even a slave, trained to provide sexual services, usually to both husband and wife, and frequently expected to help with domestic chores too (though Beth was never put to work in our house). It's fair to say that the precise nature of the interaction between the three parties will be subtly different in each case, being dependent on the particular personalities involved and their sexual inclinations. I've heard, at one time or another, of a variety of possible combinations. The dominant male has always been at the centre (though in theory there is no reason why a dominant woman should not be top dog). His wife or partner is submissive to him. She may be straight, and wholly submissive, in which case the man will have two females submitting to him on an equal basis. In such cases a strong bond can often form between the two women, who see themselves as sisters in servitude.
If the man's partner is straight but with some dominant leanings, that is to say is a switch, submissive to her man but sometimes dominant with others, she may play an active role in the disciplining of the other girl, perhaps encouraging her man to subject her to particular acts. However, if the man's partner is both a switch and a bi-sexual, she may be allowed to enjoy the girl independently of her man. On the other hand, he may well want to watch, it being well known that straight men get a lot of pleasure from the activities of lesbian girls.
In the, I think much rarer, case where the adopted person is a boy, if the dominant male is bisexual he may use him sexually, but if not, the boy being submissive, he would be available to be dominated by the woman, if she is a switch. In this case, she would be likely to have exclusive use of the third party in the arrangement.
I've never heard of an arrangement where two men share a submissive girl on a permanent basis. They might be close friends, but I would think the stability of such an arrangement would be short-lived. Two men sharing a girl for an afternoon is, both for some girls and for some men, a very exciting scenario. As a long-term thing I can't see how it could work.
I think the most common combination is ours, in which a submissive girl, primarily straight but with bisexual leanings, is shared by a dominant man and his submissive partner (who may, as in my case, have the occasional urge to switch). However, unlike Matthew, some doms are eager to share their pet with others, inviting other men to fuck her on a regular basis, or perhaps seeking out female dommes eager to avail themselves of a submissive girl. I even heard of one couple who prostituted their owned girl, hiring her out to the highest bidders. The purpose was not primarily to make money, but to emphasise to the girl that she was property, and therefore available to be bought and sold. (I never discovered whether the girl in question got a share of the proceeds!)
Most relationships involving three people seem to be of comparatively short duration; perhaps there is something inherently unstable about a polyamorous household, as eventually proved to be our case. But of course short relationships don't necessarily do harm to those involved. It depends what you are looking for.
I recently read an account of a three-way encounter which I found intriguing and indeed arousing. A woman, in a submissive relationship, has a female friend who is unaware of her status. This friend is inclined to be over-assertive in her interaction with others. The woman and her male partner invite the friend to dinner. The man senses something in the woman she is not herself aware of, that her assertive manner disguises a vulnerability. He resolves to try an experiment. Much to her embarrassment, as they take their pre-dinner drinks he orders his partner down onto her knees, then explains to his guest the nature of their relationship. The guest is surprised but intrigued. The man talks to her intently, giving her his full attention. After a while he asks her if she wants to undo the top button of her blouse. Flustered, the guest doesn't answer. Ah, says the man, I fear that you are intimidated by having another girl watching. He tells his partner, still kneeling at his feet, to press her face to the ground so that she can no longer observe her friend. His partner finds this humiliating, but her submission does not allow her to refuse. The man resumes talking to the guest. Now, he says, I don't think there is any reason why you should not do what I would like you to do, and what I suspect you yourself would like to do, and that is, to undo a button. Slowly, almost in a trance, the woman does as she is asked.