As regards to this particular complaint about dating, we did indeed discuss it with her, and Matthew made the point that she had not done very well with boys left to her own devices. He added that he and I had more experience of love and romance than she did, and could perhaps take a more objective view of what was best for her. Matthew assured her that we had no desire to suppress her natural instincts, but merely wished to make her better equipped to express them when we judged the time had come. She seemed to accept this, more or less. However, more or less was never good enough for Matthew. He would always push things with Beth, to the point when eventually she had to capitulate completely. Total and unconditional surrender was what he required. In this case, it was only after Matthew had given her a rather severe spanking that she accepted that we would be the ones to determine when dating was allowed once more. Even though physical discipline was the last resort for imposing his will on her, it was employed often, though not always as severely as on this occasion, when the spanking she feared in her blog was indeed administered, while the bruises from the previous one were still visible. Beth was literally beaten into surrender. This may seem cruel, but when it was over she wept (you have to believe me) tears of gratitude for being shown the error of her ways. And then when we took her to bed, her sweet little pink cunt was dripping from the perverse pleasure of the pain she had endured.
Chapter Four
It was her blog that brought about the first introduction of a fourth party into our little world (not counting Brian, of course). One of Beth's readers was a girl who lived in San Francisco. She too was submissive, and we gathered she had some kind of relationship with a man, which did not however prevent her from engaging with other like-minded folk. Soon she and Beth were firm friends, exchanging emails regularly and comparing experiences. This girl, I'll call her Miranda, had a little more experience than Beth of dominant men, though not much. She told Beth she liked dressing up as a little girl, liked to be spanked and tied up.
Beth told us about Miranda and what a great girl she was, and Matthew suggested that Beth invite her to New York. Matthew said that if she couldn't afford a hotel that we could put her up for a day or two in our apartment. It was agreed that Miranda would come to stay for a weekend in two weeks time.
I don't think there was any clear agenda, but given that Miranda knew all about our relationship with Beth, and given that Miranda was inclined towards submissiveness too, it seemed possible that there might be a certain amount of play. But there was no discussion with Beth prior to the visit. Miranda, after all, wasn't coming to see us, but to see Beth; we were offering her hospitality solely as a favour to our owned girl.
Miranda turned out to be a bouncy, bubbly girl about Beth's age, on the same wavelength sexually but very different physically. Whereas Beth is tall and slender and blonde, Miranda proved to be short and dark and curvy. Beth brought her round on the Friday evening, not long after she had arrived from San Francisco. We all had some drinks and Miranda soon got us laughing. She was a smart girl, very articulate. We went out to dinner and had a few more drinks. It was apparent that Beth and Miranda were attracted to each other, not just as kindred souls but as two highly sexual young girls in a hothouse atmosphere where, in theory, anything was possible.
Beth, however, had to get back that evening for some family function, so Matthew and I took Miranda home with us. We sat and talked for ages. Miranda had what seemed to us a curious history. She was married to a man who was totally vanilla. Intellectually he understood her need to be spanked, but he had no interest in it for himself. She told us how she had tried to convert him, but that it was hopeless. This didn't surprise me; it's my firm belief that you cannot put kink into a man if it's not there in the first place. You can bring out what's latent, even things he doesn't know are there. But if he's not wired to dominate in the bedroom it's useless to try to turn him.
Miranda had reluctantly come to the same conclusion. So what was to be done? She didn't want to leave her husband, whom she loved very much, nor did she want to deny herself the right to sexual fulfilment. After a lot of lengthy discussions they both agreed that on an occasional basis she be allowed to seek out other men to satisfy her need for submission. So far she had done this with only a couple of men with mixed results. But it was clearly important to her that her husband was still willing to allow her to engage with other people. Such tolerance and understanding are very rare, in my experience.
Miranda was tired after her plane trip and so she went to bed. The next day the four of us went out, doing a little shopping, walking in the park, having lunch. Matthew and I went to a movie together while the two girls went off on their own. We met back at our flat, where I cooked dinner for us all. After dinner we went into the sitting room. Beth knelt at Matthew's feet while he stroked her hair and the back of her neck. Miranda sat on the sofa with me.
'Do you think Beth is pretty?' Matthew asked Miranda.
'She's gorgeous,' Miranda said.
'Why don't you come over here?' Matthew said.
Miranda got up and went over to his chair. He made her sit on the floor right next to Beth.
'Have you seen her body?' Matthew asked.
'She showed me a picture once, where she was wearing only her knickers.'
'Did you like that?'
'Yes, she has great tits.'
'Would you like to see them again?'
'Yes,' said Miranda quietly.
'Take her top off,' Matthew said.
Miranda pulled Beth's t-shirt over her head.
'Now the bra,' Matthew said.
Miranda stared at Beth's bare breasts.
'Touch them,' said Matthew.
Miranda put out a hand and stroked Beth's right breast, then pinched the nipple slightly. The two girls were looking into each other's eyes. Matthew watched them intently. After a while he invited Miranda to climb up onto his lap. She did so, putting her arms around his neck.
'Do you think Beth will be jealous if you kiss me?' Matthew said to her.
''I don't know,' said Miranda. 'But I'd like to.'
'Do it,' Matthew said.
Miranda kissed him firmly on the mouth. It crossed my mind that no one had asked me if I minded, but in fact I didn't. It was clear that whatever might go on between Matthew and Miranda would be largely for Beth's benefit. He wanted to see how she would react.
The kiss went on quite a long time. I watched Beth to see her response. I couldn't tell much from her expression.
Matthew finally pulled away from Miranda. 'How would you like it if I spanked you?' he said.
Miranda giggled. 'That would be naughty,' she said.
Matthew pushed her down over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and pulled down her knickers.
'That's a pretty little bottom,' he said. He looked up at me. 'Don't you think so, Annabel?'
'Yes,' I said. 'It's the sort of bottom that cries out for a spanking.'
It was. Miranda's bottom was different from Beth's; rounder, plumper, softer, less trim, but inviting. Matthew raised his hand and brought it down sharply. Miranda gave a little cry. Matthew did it again. Beth moved round to sit by Miranda's head. She bent and kissed her as she was being spanked, as if to reassure her that everything was OK. It was a rather touching gesture.
The spanking went on for a while, Miranda making little noises and wriggling around, but it wasn't anywhere near the maximum of what Matthew was capable of. At last Matthew told Miranda to go and join me on the sofa. I had her lie across me, face down. I pulled up her skirt again and bared her bottom. It had flushed a delicate shade of pink. I stroked it gently while we watched Matthew with Beth.
'Beth has been a good little girl,' Matthew said. 'And as a reward I'm going to let her suck my cock, which she very much enjoys. Don't you, Beth?'
'Yes, sir,' Beth said. She moved to a position between Matthew's legs. He allowed her to unzip him, reach in and pull out his cock; it was erect already; I knew that spanking Miranda would have aroused him greatly. Beth took his cock in her mouth and began to suck eagerly. Latterly, it had been established by Matthew that sucking his cock was a privilege for Beth, not a right. He knew that she enjoyed doing it as much as anything, and so, always looking to further tighten the reins, he had put her on restriction. Now she could suck it by invitation only; she wasn't even allowed to ask to suck it and often the sucking would be curtailed. Beth loved to suck until he lost control and flooded her mouth with his semen. But Matthew very rarely allowed that. Increasingly, as time went on, he ejaculated with her less and less, whether during intercourse or fellatio, or when she used her hand on him, which he sometimes required her to do. Withholding himself served to increase his power. By demonstrating self-discipline he showed her that his control was total.
On this occasion, however, he allowed Beth to bring him to a climax, ejaculating into her mouth. I watched as she swallowed it down, and then licked his cock clean, savouring every last drop. Matthew whispered in her ear and she got up, came across to where Miranda lay across my lap, and kissed her on the mouth. Evidently, though he was not going to fuck her, Matthew wanted Miranda to know what he tasted like, on Beth's tongue.
It had been arranged that Beth was to stay the night. She and Miranda would sleep together. Matthew gave them no instructions. When he and I got into bed, we could hear occasional giggles from the next room.
Mathew put his arms around me. 'Since she's not allowed boys,' he said, 'it's only fair she can have a girl from time to time. Girls won't fuck with her head like boys do.
I had been considerably aroused by watching the two girls with Matthew. I reached down for his cock. I fondled it for a while, then slid down the bed to take him in my mouth. At first I feared that he had spent himself with Beth, but after some persistence I got him hard again, and he fucked me vigorously, so much so that I cried out when I came.
'That will give them something to think about next door,' Matthew said with a smile, then he came himself with a loud groan.
Miranda's visit was a great success and she and Beth became fast friends. We learned later from Beth that she and Miranda pleasured each other in bed, Beth using her mouth on Miranda and Miranda returning the favour with her hand. It must have been slightly strange for Beth to make love with a partner on equal terms for once, rather than being dominated. We were always hoping that Miranda would come to see us again, but somehow it didn't happen. But before too long we had some more visitors.
It came about in this way. Beth's blog was attracting a wide readership. One of her readers was himself a blogger, a middle-aged man I shall call Charles. He was a Dom and his blog contained his observations on the world of d/s, and occasional, tantalising glimpses into his personal life. He was a cultured man, well-read, and had published several books, not of a sexual nature. His comments on Beth's blog were unfailingly intelligent, as well as enthusiastic, and the two of them soon became cyber-friends, exchanging emails frequently. Matthew formed the view that Charles was a good influence on her; the maturity of his views and the experience he had gained as a Dom enabled him to give Beth good advice. As their friendship grew it became clear that Charles found Beth attractive. His own personal circumstances continued to be somewhat obscure; even to Beth he was not forthcoming about his domestic arrangements. But their communications grew more and more intimate.
Charles was always extremely respectful of our ownership of Beth. He never tried to seduce her away; on the contrary, he did his best to reinforce her obedience. Sometimes he would communicate directly with Matthew, and they would discuss Beth's progress. Matthew was still mindful of the fact that Beth was denied any outlet for her sexual energies except what we supplied, and although he had no intention of letting her date men in the normal way, not for some time to come, he thought there might be ways in which she could have some sexual interaction with others. The visit of Miranda had worked well. Perhaps Beth might be allowed some kind of sexual activity with other men too.
Matthew and Charles discussed this in some detail. Eventually it was decided that Charles be allowed to perform certain sexual actions online with Beth. Charles would do nothing which seriously distressed her, but henceforth he was permitted to chat to her online with both sound and vision. Matthew instructed Beth that he trusted Charles and that Charles had full permission to do what he liked with her on camera. She would obey him in the same way as she obeyed Matthew. Any refusal to do so would be treated as open defiance and punished accordingly.
Beth looked a little nervous when Matthew informed her of this. 'What sort of things is he going to do?' she said.
'That's up to him,' Matthew said. 'He can do what he likes, within the limits of what's possible online. Of course he's not going to do anything that upsets you. Why would he? He's your friend, after all.'