HER FIRST THREESOME
She prepared herself and the room very deliberately, while
she awaited the arrival of her Master. She was filled with
nervous excitement at what lay in store for her tonight,
and it took all her resolve to maintain the appropriate
demeanor of surrender and subservience which she knew
her Master demanded of her.
She carefully applied her strand of black-chained nipple
jewelry to her firm full breasts, cinching the cords snugly
over her now taught and hardened nipples, ensuring their
ultra-sensitivity to the trials of pain and pleasure which
awaited them tonight. She had chosen this piece of jewelry
especially for this event. It was a perfect match for the
latex thong she wore, which fitted her slim hips snugly,
cutting sharply down the crack between her buttocks, accentuating
their roundness and allowing full and easy access to those
firm but full globes.
She laid out her Master?s tools lovingly on the dresser;
the riding crop, the nipple clamps, the clothespins, the
vibrator, the enormous dildo, the paddle, the handcuffs,
the lengths of rope, the ball gag.... She hoped he would
not need to use this last piece, as her Master always became
annoyed when she was unable to adequately contain the volume
of her moans of agony and ecstasy while he acted out his erotic
torments on her helpless, bound form. Incurring her Master?s
wrath was not something she relished doing, especially
with a new, unknown Other One there, to dole out unimagined
punishments which she might not be prepared to endure....
Just thinking about the presence of this new, unknown Other
One made her tremble with a mixture of fear and Anticipation.
This was a new, unprecedented twist to the numerous erotic
sessions she had shared with her Master in their now six-month-long
relationship. He was her first true Master, and under his
cruel but loving tutelage she had explored new heights
of erotic torment, pleasure/pain; levels which she had
never before dreamed existed. Her rapidly expanded limits
had both pleased and surprised her. Thinking back on how
she had progressed these past months, she felt herself
getting very wet, and knew she would probably be punished
for that upon her Master?s arrival. The anticipation of
that retribution only served to add to the flow of her hot
juices as she completed her last preparations.
Checking her watch, she suddenly realized that time was
drawing short. He would be arriving soon, and she must be
ready for him. Standing before the door, she took the black,
silken blindfold from her Master?s collection, and secured
it around her long, dark locks. She carefully adjusted
its position, to ensure that her vision was completely
obscured by its dark, soft folds. She was not to be permitted
even a glimpse of this new, unknown stranger that she would
be serving tonight, on her Master?s command. She only knew
that he, like her Master, was also a very dominant, erotically
sadistic man who very much enjoyed administering unspeakable
levels of pain/pleasure to submissive sluts like herself....
Her preparations now complete, she knelt down in the proscribed
position, facing the door, with her hands locked together
behind her back. As she bowed her head to await Him, she thought
she heard faint sounds approaching outside the door. Yes,
those were her Master?s footsteps, she could hear them
more clearly now. Only this time, a second set of footsteps
accompanied them.
She shivered as the opening of the door sent a cold draft
of air across her nearly naked body, and she heard her Master?s
voice command her once again to his bidding....and that
of another, as well, on this very special night of initiation.
As she knelt forward on all fours, pressing her buttocks
high and opening her mouth in instant obedience, she only
hoped she would not displease....
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