#Pervember 16: Threesome/More-some

Today’s the day. After weeks of careful negotiations over DMs and cups of tea, detailed planning – most of which I was not party to by my own request – and shivering anticipation, we three have arrived at the place and time of our assignation.

I’m excited, turned on, nervous. I know well enough that fantasy does not necessarily translate well into reality; real people are not puppets and life is not amenable to the selective editing process of erotic fiction. But I trust the two of them and am secure in their genuine affection for me. I’ve deliberately avoided speculation on the details of what might be in store for us today, anticipation invites disappointment and I want to live each moment for itself without comparison to the glamour-glow-filtered wank-fodder of my fecund imagination.

We’ve hired a well-reviewed dungeon facility in the city. For six hours, this chamber of the perverse and painful will be our palace of pleasure. It’s on a quiet backstreet off a main road, discreet and secure.

She’s already there when we arrive, greeting us with a pot of tea, shortbread and an impish grin. Orla is not much taller than me, about the same height as Dan in her heels but she carried with her an almost tangible aura of presence and command. Just my kind of girl.

We’ve finished the tea and mopped up the last few shortbread crumbs when a look passed between them. He nods. Orla turns to me.

“It’s time for you to get ready.” and the dark promise in her tone sparks a thrill deep inside me. Dan hands me a duffel bag and points me towards the dressing-room. “Go and take off your clothes. Put these on and come back out here quickly.”

In the small room, I examine the contents of the bag. Stockings, brand-new black lace hold-ups in my size. A body harness, all black leather and shining steel rings. A collar, also in black leather with a gleaming buckle at the back and a steel ring in front. Red lipstick. I tear off my clothes in eager anticipation and put on my new adornments. Check my reflection in the starlet-style lighted mirror, and rejoin my companions.

Dan has taken off his shirt and shoes, looking all kinds of hot in just his black jeans. Orla is wearing black PVC, a sprayed-on minidress, long gloves, high-heeled boots. They make an intimidating, attractive pair, but it’s the expressions on their faces that really kick-start my heart. In his; lust, mischief, amusement. In hers; cold, beautiful authority with a twist of sly cruelty to her painted mouth. She’s dangling a set of cuffs casually from one finger. He’s leaning beside a rack of instruments – some intriguing, others alarming.

“Raise your arms and turn slowly in a circle” instructs Orla, firmly. Just this first move in our game, this arms-length expression of command and control is enough to cause a rush of heat and damp between my legs. I do as ordered, keenly aware of my exposure to their silent appraising eyes as I move.

“Very tasty” she says to Dan, approvingly. “Inspect her. Make sure she’s suitable”.

Dan grins and comes towards me. He doesn’t meet my eyes, doesn’t speak to me but runs his hands down my arms, over my breasts, around my buttocks and lower over my thighs. His touch is brisk and impersonal, he’s not caressing his girlfriend, he’s assessing the goods. Checking out a new toy. “I think she’ll do” he says over his shoulder, then flicks sharply at my nipples. “Lovely tits”

I jump at the sudden twinge, blush slightly at being discussed in such a detached manner.

“Keep still” Orla snaps at me and turns her attention back to Dan. “Tell her the rules”.

His eyes take on a faraway cast, he’s reciting from memory, directing his instructions over my head as though I am too insignificant to be addressed directly.

“Today, you are our toy. If you struggle or resist, you will be punished. You will follow our orders immediately and without question. We’re going to use you and you’re going to let us. If you please us, you will be rewarded. You will not orgasm without permission. You may ask for permission whenever you wish, but if you are greedy, you will be chastised for it.”

Hearing these threats and orders in his firm tone is making my knees weak. My arms, still raised above my head, are beginning to tremble with the effort. He sees this and a grin quirks the corner of his mouth.

“You may put your arms down now. Well done for waiting until now.”

“Reward her” says Orla, softly.

He steps closer to me and clasps my head in his hands, meeting my lips with his and plunging his tongue into my mouth. He’s kissing me hungrily, roughly and with passion, holding me firmly in place as he explores my mouth. When he releases me, his breath is coming fast and hoarse, his eyes hooded.

“Good.” says Orla. “My turn.” She strides towards us on her killer heels and fastens the cuffs around my wrists. “Follow me”.

I let her lead me over to the leather-padded bench in the corner, submit to her as she positions me over it. She locks my cuffs to the restraining points on the frame and pushes my legs apart.

I can’t see her, or Dan. They are somewhere behind me. I can hear the sounds of something being lifted from the rack on the wall.

Expecting a sharp slap from a paddle or a stinging strike from a cane, I flinch in surprise at the touch of soft fur on my back. A low chuckle.

“Oho, little one, there will be pain enough for you soon. Plenty of it. Relax now. Close your eyes and keep them closed.”

I comply, enjoying the sensual brush of fur against my skin. Orla traces the outine of my spine and shoulder blades, the curve of my hips and the sweep of my thighs. I’m drifting, floating in serene calm until-

crack

I hear the impact microseconds before it registers on the skin of my left arse cheek. It doesn’t hurt much, just a surprising change of pace. A hand, I think. Clad in PVC.

Another slap to the same place, with a little more force. Then another. Heat flows to the place of impact, heightening the sensation of each blow. She keeps up a steady rhythm, measured blows increasing slightly in intensity each time. Before long, pain begins to bloom and I let out a whimper. Four more slaps in quick succession, harder than any before, make me gasp.

Then I shriek, as a blazing line of pain streaks across my inner thighs. A cane, definitely. Strong hands grip my shoulders, holding me in place as the cane lashes at the softest, most sensitive part of my legs. I’m writhing, not quite struggling, whimpering in pain and excitement.

A pause.

Light tap of what feels like a riding crop on the swollen seam of my vulva. I arch my back, thrust my pelvis towards my tormentors, silently begging for more.

“You like that, slut?” asks Dan softly in my ear. I nod frantically, still keeping my eyes tightly closed. Fingers are now stroking my slick labia, spreading my juices outward. Lots of fingers. Touching, probling, flicking, pulling. It’s the most incredibly arousing experience I’ve ever had, restrained on my knees while two people explore my hidden places with their hands.

One pair of hands spreads my arse cheeks, Something nudges at the tight whorl between them. It’s cold and hard, smooth and slippery. Twisting and circling, it presses against me, pulls back, pushes further, until I open to it and it slides deep inside me. I can feel the cold flared base resting against my skin, and the hard plug filling me. A low rumble, and the head of a wand is pushed against the opening of my cunt.

I let out a long groan of pleasure.

“Aha'” I hear Orla smirk over the buzz of the wand. “I think she likes that too” The hands disappear.

“Open your eyes” says Dan from in front of me. He’s standing before me, jeans unzipped, massaging his swelling cock inches from my face. “Want some?”

I nod, raising my head and grinning up at him. He steps in, feeds me his cock until his balls are pressing against my chin. The wand presses against the base of the plug, making it vibrate inside me briefly before moving forwards again. I wriggle, trying to manouvre it towards my clit, but Orla is having none of that. “Keep still” she orders, grabbing hold of the harness I wear, to keep me from moving.

Dan is fucking my mouth with long, powerful strokes, holding my head up with handfuls of hair and thrusting urgently. His eyes are tightly closed, his head thrown back. My red lipstick is smudging, transferring to his shaft with every stroke. I snatch quick breaths between his plunges, opening my throat to him, wanting as much of him inside me as I can get. Orla turns up the power on the wand. I can’t ask permission to orgasm with my mouth full of Dan’s cock, so I try and suppress the rising heat in my cunt and focus on keeping still. Perhaps Orla feels my tensing muscles, because the wand dies abruptly and is replaced by her hot mouth, tongue flicking in and out of me, lips sucking. Still, she avoids touching my clit. I squeal with frustration in the back of my throat and Dan responds by pulling out of my mouth and rubbing his taut swollen head across my lips, over my face. He steps away. So does Orla.

They unfasten me from the bench and each gives me a quick, firm hug. Then Dan leads me over to the St Andrews Cross, and positions me facing outwards. Cuffs are added to my ankles, and clips onto my harness. I’m spread-eagled and unable to move more than a twitch, aside from my head.They stand in front of me, Orla unzips her dress and shrugs it off. She’s naked beneath except for her piercings, rings through her nipples and a stud in her belly button. Dan kicks off his jeans, moves closer to press his full length against me. I want to lock my arms around him, circle his hips with my legs, but I’m immobile in my restrains. Then Orla takes his place, writhing sinuously against me. Her neat, perky breasts rub against my heavy full pair, the nipples duelling to hard peaks. Dan steps up behind her, pressing her against me and reaching past to run his hands along my body. Orla sucks at my neck. I’m lost in this tangle of warm flesh and questing hands, my breathing ragged, and without thinking, I struggle briefly against my restrains.

They stop, move back. “That was naughty” says Orla chidingly. “Punishment time”

“I didn’t mean-” I begin pleadingly, but Dan places a hand over my mouth. “Hush. Take your punishment”. Of course, this display of authority makes me even wetter and more desperate.

Orla has a bag of pegs. Oh god, pegs. Pegs hurt. They ache while attached and burn coming off. One by one, she clips them to sensitive places; my breasts, my upper arms, one on my lower lip, two on my outer labia. Dan produces a clamp with a chain, fastens it to my collar and my clit so that the chain is taut. They admire their handiwork for a few moments.

“That’s going to hurt” remarks Dan. “Do you think she’ll scream?”

“I hope so” says Orla. “We need to know she’s suffering enough to learn her lesson”. She eyes me sternly. “We’ll know if she’s faking through. There’s got to be real pain in those screams, or she’ll be punished even harder.”

Dan flicks at one of the pegs on my breasts. “How long shall we leave her like this?”

Orla grins cruelly. “We could offer her an alternative.” She nods to the dragon tail hanging from the rack. “Target practice”.

He mirrors her expression. “Let’s do it”.

Again, they are discussing me as though I cannot hear them. Depersonalising me, objectifying me. I love it. Although I know what sort of damage Orla can do with a dragon tail, and I know she will make me scream. Maybe they’ll make it up to me by allowing me to orgasm.

Snap! The dragon tail lashes out, licks at my hip with its tongue of fire. Orla’s getting her eye in. The next strike neatly flicks off the pegs on my left breast. I grit my teeth. Then my right arm, making me howl. She flogs my breasts with strength and accuracy, the remaining pegs clattering to the floor. Before long, I am screaming for mercy. I’m almost at the point of using my safeword when she lays down the dragon tail and nods for Dan to remove the pegs from my lips and labia. The pain as they are released brings tears to my eyes.

“Well done” says Dan, warmth and approval in his face and tone. “You took that very bravely. My good girl” and he kisses me gently on my bruised mouth. I blink back the tears and smile gratefully at him.

Working quickly, they release me from the cross and massage my arms and legs to make sure that they are properly restored to warmth from their restraint and inactivity.

Dan pushes me to my knees and pulls my head towards his groin. “Blowjob, baby. Now” While I’m sucking him from half-mast to hardness, I can see, from the corner of my eye, Orla taking down a dildo harness and arranging it over her hips.

“Up on all fours now” she instructs, tapping me on the shoulder. Still sucking on Dan’s twitching cock, I shift position, offering Orla my glistening cunt. She’ss chosen one with a large attachment, that stretches me, rubbing against the plug in my butt. The sensation of having every hole filled, of being thoroughly used is driving me crazy with arousal. She starts slowly, drawing out every inch of the firm silicone and pushing back inside me. Dan matches her movements and I am being fucked in a deliciously deliberate and controlled way at each end; firm hands on my hips and shoulders. I can feel my orgasm starting to build and tap Dan on the hand. “Please may I come?” I ask when he pulls his cock from my mouth to allow me to speak.

“H’mm..” he considers. “What do you think, Orla? Has she pleased us enough yet?”

“Ah, go on then” she concedes. “Quick as you can now” and wish that, she speeds up her thrusting, slamming the huge dildo into me. Dan watches us closely, enjoying the sight of his girlfriend being taken so hard by another woman. Watching him watching us tips me over the edge sooner than I’d anticipated and I come, jerking and yelling, bucking my hips as Orla clings to my harness and pulls me back onto the dildo. I’m still panting and glzed-eyed when she withdraws and yanks at the harness. “Turn round”. When I comply, she pushes my head down as Dan had done. “Lick it clean”.

I can taste myself on the dildo, sweet, salty and musky. My scent fills my nose and mouth; the taste of sex, the taste of pleasure. I lap eagerly at its surface as Orla strokes my hair gently. At my rear, Dan is twisting and pulling on the plug within me, loosening it enough to slide free. I gasp as it stretches me, then at the sudden emptiness, then again at the cold slathering of lube around and inside my stretched hole. Orla catches a handful of hair, pulls my head up. “Keep your mouth open and hold still” she said, and nods to Dan.

They plunge together, silicone and flesh, front and rear. I brace myself on hands and knees, keeping my mouth open and my back arched as Orla chokes me, pressing her strap-on deep into my throat; and Dan buries his hot hard cock as far inside me as he can reach, making small slow circles with his hips. I want them to be pleased with me, so I keep as still as I can, hold my position firmly.

After a few minutes, Orla pulls out and tears off the harness. “Eat my cunt” she growls, pulling my hair hard to press my face to her. I extend my tongue and rub circles over her clit, probe her wetness, feel her grind against me. “Faster” she tells us both and I lap at her as Dan moves briskly into and out of my tight arse, his every thrust pushing my mouth harder against Orla. I’m sucking on her clit when Dan tenses and shudders, clawing at my hips and groaning with the power of his orgasm. “That’s it baby, oh yeah” he moans, “don’t stop now, keep your face in her cunt”. I have no intention of stopping; Orla is bucking and writhing, yanking on my hair and making low grunting noises above me. She tastes delicious, subtly different to myself. When she comes, her juices flood over my face, tricking down my chin and I can sense her clit throbbing against my tongue while she holds my head, eking out the last few moments of her orgasm. “Good girl” she gasps, releasing me.

“Right” says Dan. “Make a fresh pot of tea and we’ll have a refreshment break”. He helps me to my feet, folding me in his arms and kissing my forehead. “Are you having fun, baby?”

I am, I assure him happily, great fun. Orla drapes an arm around us both. “Me too.”

I stagger to the kitchenette and switch on the kettle. Dan wraps a blanket around me and Orla replaces her dress.

“Tea, then we’ll get in the shower” she grins. “It’s big enough for the three of us. And then….” her grin widens to a wicked smile “we’re not finished with you yet. You haven’t worked nearly hard enough so far. You’re going to earn your next orgasm, my girl”

I make the tea extra-strong, and open another packet of shortbread. Something tells me I’ll need the calories. And that’s fine by me.

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