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by A. J. Arnost
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: A masterful tale of BDSM and romance by one of our top authors!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Reading time: 93-131 min.
"Slap him, Tanya. Hard. Right on the ass. Come on, you silly bitch, I know you know how. Swing that thing. That's right, I want to hear him yell."
The shadowy figures on the webcam moved in unison, the slighter standing figure swinging the big black paddle as the prone figure flinched and grunted. "Again," Julia ordered. The next slap made him yelp, and the slap after that made him bury his face in the mattress and give a very muffled scream. Damn their neighbors, Julia thought. If they were over here ... but then we'd have my neighbors to contend with. She shook her head, lips pursing, and then turned her eyes back to the action. "That's enough, Tanya. Phil, turn over. Tanya, sit on his face." The slender woman knelt over her husband's head; as she wriggled into place Julia could see the base of the trim black plug in her ass. A similar one nested between her husband's recently-abused asscheeks as well, below the bound wrists that were crossed under him. "Eat that pussy, Phil. Make her beg to come. Tanya, you know you're not to come until and unless I tell you, yes?"
"Yes, Julia," the woman gasped, tossing her head of brown-sugar hair back as her husband attacked her cunt with his mouth. Her ass cheeks, on either side of his questing nose, were reddened from the paddle, which he had used on her half an hour earlier, at Julia's direction. Her face was flushed and her eyes red from him facefucking her until she nearly threw up, again at their mistress's word -- and, of course, he hadn't been allowed to come, but could only keep hammering down his wife's throat until Julia told him to stop, there was no point getting puke on the rug. His turn would be next, in a few minutes.
Julia yawned, lazily poking at her cunt to see if it was interested in sensation. Since taking control of a married couple -- Philip first, and then Tanya, surprisingly, a few months later, they were usually over at her house three or four nights a week. Neither of them had had much of a social life before becoming her slaves, so it wasn't hard for them to center their lives around her. Still, some nights they did need to be home, and take care of their own apartment and cats, and Julia liked to remind them that they were still under her control even then. Thus the webcam, and forcing them to hurt each other. Neither would ever be able to bring themselves to top each other, left on their own -- they might even have dissolved into tears at the idea -- but somehow, when they were simply acting as an extension of Julia's will, they were able to bring themselves to do all sorts of painful things while the other one screamed. Oh, Tanya sometimes bit her lip and sniffled while Phil was screaming, and Phil sometimes looked terribly guilt-stricken while torturing his wife for his mistress, but neither of them ever stopped -- and, more to the point, Phil never lost his erection while looking pained, either. Tanya, too, could quickly be proven to have a dripping cunt. Julia was fairly sure that neither of them was actually turned on all that much by tormenting their spouse so much as the fact that they were being forced to do it. Two bottoms, indeed! What had they done before she'd taken them on?
Well, Philip had had that secret dominatrix habit, and Tanya had mostly mooned around and read bodice-rippers. Julia refocused on the screen; Tanya's gasps were starting to sound entirely too enthusiastic. "That's enough, Philip. Tanya, get off him." The slender woman's gasps trailed off as she flopped sideways off of her husband's cunt-smeared face. "Don't go rag doll on me now, you little bitch, I'm not done yet," Julia said sharply, and Tanya immediately sat up, waiting for instruction.
"Get the double," Julia ordered. Tanya flushed red, but got up and fished in the top drawer of the dresser for the black double-ended dildo. Julia liked all their toys to be black, as it contrasted so well with their pale skins, and showed up so well on a webcam. All the colored toys were hers. "Stick it in," she ordered.
"Cunt or ass, ma'am?" Tanya asked matter-of-factly. Julia was pleased to hear that she didn't even stumble on those words any more; when she'd first taken Tanya, the easily-flustered girl could barely pronounce such things.
"Cunt, I think. I want that plug to stay in your ass. You can get it in past the plug, yes?"
"Yes, ma'am," the brown-haired woman gasped, already bending over the bed and sliding the double cock into herself. She'd been well-trained; all insertions of toys were to take place with the receiving hole pointed at the camera, so Julia could get a good look at it.
"All right, Philip. It's your turn to suck cock. Kneel on the floor, in front of the bed, facing me. That's a good boy. Brace yourself. Tanya, you know what to do." Julia sat back to watch, her clitoris heating up again, and her hand idly fondling it beneath her bathrobe. Philip grimaced as he slid off onto the floor, but his cock was still hard as he tipped his head back against the edge of the bed. Tanya bit her lip, but positioned herself partly bent over the bed, her legs spread in front of her husband's face, bracing herself with her hands. "Get it into your mouth, Phil," Julia told him, her tongue stealing unconsciously across her lips as she watched him twist his head to suck the end of the rubber cock into it. "Good boy. Now hump that cock, girl."
Tanya bore down, bending her knees, and the cock forced its way down Philip's throat. He gurgled, and she whimpered and stopped, but Julia was having none of her delicacy. Even when confronted with obvious evidence, it was so hard for either of them to really face up to how much the other one loved to be roughed up and humiliated. "Come on, girl, speed it up. Hump it hard! I want to see your ass moving." That tight, petite, plugged little ass began to bob up and down with a will, as Philip choked and gagged and the tears ran out from the corners of his eyes. Damn, one of these days I want to have him fucked by a man, Julia thought. A big mean leatherman. Or at least a mean queen willing to fake it. Tanya picked up more speed as the sensation of humping the cock, up against the plug in her ass, began to distract her from her husband's plight between her thighs. Her breath came harder, and Philip's choking became more pronounced, his whole body flinching. Julia's own breath was coming harder now as she watched, her fingers racing ahead on her clitoris. Earlier in this process she'd been embarrassed and worried by the scenes that turned her on -- the sight of her submissives suffering in their frenzy of pain and sex -- but she was long since over that guilt, and orgasm rocked her as she watched their bizarre, forced copulation. It was her second one since she had started giving orders that evening.
"Stop," she gasped out, and Tanya froze and looked around, toward the camera. Her sudden smile revealed that Julia's husky voice had given her away; she knew that her mistress had reached her peak. Julia didn't know whether to be chagrined by having given herself away, or pleased that Tanya's face showed nothing but delight. Delight in knowing that you've entertained me by torturing your husband. What more could I ask? "Drop the cock, that's a good girl, and go wash it. Phil, get yourself onto the bed." She checked his wet and reddened face as Tanya trotted off to the bathroom. "Are you all right, Phil? Still with us?" She did tend to use him a little harder than she did Tanya, as he had been doing this for a longer time, with her and other women. As he crawled up onto the bed, however, she saw that he hadn't lost his erection even during the facefucking. That boded well for her eventual future plans, she noted.
"I'm all right, ma'am," he husked, flopping limply onto the bed with his hands still bound behind him. Tanya re-entered and was instructed to untie him, and then Julia made him suckle her nipples until they were both half mad with lust and humping each other's thighs. Then it was time for the cruelest blow of all. "Stop," she said. "That's enough for tonight. It's time for you both to get some sleep." As if they would, she acknowledged with a curl of her mouth.
Both their moans trailed off into muffled wails, but neither of them argued. They would lie in each others' arms like two teenagers still at first base, desperate to fuck and completely unwilling to disobey her orders, turned on by the deprivation more than they would be by any easy access. She allowed them to kiss each other after stopping the action, but no more than that. The day when either of them managed to come from kissing, that would stop too. They both bade their mistress a good night and signed off from the webcam, leaving Julia smiling wryly.
When she'd first taken Tanya on, she'd said that she wouldn't interfere in their mutual conjugal relationship. They would still be allowed to have sex with each other, when they wanted, so long as their assholes were hers alone. (That was still entirely true; she knew that they wouldn't take those plugs out all night except to shit, and then they'd go back in, because they hadn't been given permission to lose them.) Somewhere along the line, however, she began to force them to discuss their sex life with her, and discovered that it was rife with miscommunication and lack of sexual skill. Almost reflexively, she'd taken on the job of teaching them to have better sex with each other. She smiled at the arrogance of that task -- she, the longtime dyke who had never actually had normal heterosexual sex in her life, and no, she didn't count torturing Philip's balls or mounting a dildo strapped to his prone body as anything close to normal hetero sex -- had decided to teach them how to fuck each other properly. Well, she told herself, certainly she'd had good sex in her life, and surely the same principles applied. Maybe even more so, given that straight people tended to default to cultural assumptions about penis-in-vagina being so natural that it required no work, and also given the somewhat twisted sexual psyches of her two bottoms.
She'd backed them up to second base and made them start afresh, learning each others' responses while she watched and asked questions. Things they couldn't say to each other came out more willingly to their mistress. When she allowed them to fuck, she started with Philip only allowed to do it with a strap-on, so that he would pay more attention to Tanya and less to the distraction of his cock. "If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you, boy," she'd said. Then she'd taught Tanya by strapping Philip down to the bed, and hanging Tanya from her wrists above him, straddling his cock and learning to squeeze it. That was, granted, a skill that Julia had to guess at in order to teach, but it was helped by the fact that she could periodically slide a finger or two up Tanya's cunt next to Philip's penis and evaluate her muscular contractions. Forcing Philip to keep up a running commentary helped as well.
By the time that they were allowed to fuck on their own, they had been trained to tease every nerve ending of each others' bodies into ecstasy, and their sex was -- both of them swore -- better than it had ever been. When they had it. The problem still seemed to be that neither of them wanted to make the decision of when to initiate it. So after a night of agonizing about the morality of it, Julia gritted her teeth and took total control of their sex lives, putting them both into chastity except when she allowed it. That turned out to be the perfect solution -- make it great, and then take it away. They both thrived on the frustration, lying in bed together chastely night after night while their loins burned, and when she ordered them to fuck they were on each other as if it they'd been away for years. Each webcam session might end in them being allowed to consummate, or it might not, and the not knowing added to their anticipation. So far, neither needed a chastity device -- she had trained them to take it as a point of honor that her word alone was strong enough to hold their wavering wills in check.
Sighing, Julia got up, stretched, and went out to the kitchen for a snack. While having two submissives in service to her was wonderful -- she certainly got all the sex she wanted, the way she wanted it, as well as a clean house and home-cooked food and all her errands done for her -- there was still something missing. She honestly cared for both Philip and Tanya -- deeply, in fact, with a strangely indescribable love that stood somewhere between the love of an older sibling for younger ones, the love of a parent for children, and the love of a chief for members of their tribe -- but she was not romantically in love with them, and didn't want to be. It just didn't seem appropriate, and anyway neither of them inspired that in her. She hadn't had a romantic relationship for almost two years now, since well before Philip ... that had been Rita, hadn't it? My god, how far back that seemed! She had pretty much decided that is wasn't going to be possible, because after all, how many dykes were going to be all right with her two sex slaves -- her straight, married, male-and-female-matched-set sex slaves? Well, perhaps Tanya wasn't all that straight any more, and perhaps she just made an exception for Julia, but still. She'd looked into the lesbian leather scene, but the dozen or so leatherdykes in the nearest small city all seemed to be monogamously paired, or wanted to be that way. Dominance and submission, for them, was an outgrowth of monogamous romance, while SM was an expression of emotional intimacy between two women. Which was not the way that Julia had stumbled into this lifestyle, at all -- and she wasn't willing to give up the prizes that she'd won.
Oh well. She searched the fridge for a late-night snack; fortunately it was full of carefully-labeled single-serving tidbits cooked by Tanya, who Julia was seriously considering sending to culinary school. She was wasted sitting behind a desk at a bookstore when she could be making gourmet pastry in a fine restaurant ... not to mention in my kitchen, Julia thought wryly. If one could build one's own custom servants, what would one ask for? Philip was a professional massage therapist, which was perfect in its own way; besides keeping her body in good order, he worked in her acupuncture office as an in-house referral. Tanya needed a career as well, Julia decided with a firm nod. All this nonsense about helpless, useless, ornamental slave girls who couldn't possibly have marketable skills ... the woman had read far too much of that, and it had to stop. What Julia wanted, more than anything else, was that her servants be useful.
Tomorrow, then. Researching culinary schools for Tanya ... and figuring out if there was any way to deal with this constant back-and-forth. Her rented house wasn't big enough for all three of them, and neither was their tiny book-packed place. And then there was the issue of the damned neighbors, always a problem for people whose hobby was kinky sex. She yawned and shuffled off to bed, feeling less like a powerful dominatrix and more like a single mother trying to plan for the good of her family. Just like my own mom. How did I get here? she wondered blearily.