Victoria tugged up the tight black leather skirt (she had always wanted to try one of those!) and looked across the plush softly lit bedroom over to Joe and Belle. Running her hands over the front of the skirt seductively, she watched as a large shiny drop of precum oozed from the tip of Joe's semi-flaccid cock and slowly dripped onto Belle’s chin just missing her open mouth.
Joe, naked and standing in the middle of the bedroom as instructed, watched as Belle scooped the precum from her chin with a finger and used it to circle her clit. She had been ordered not to allow any of Joe's precum to fall to the carpet, and she was not allowed to touch Joe in any way. Belle had decided the best way to do this was to lay on her back, on the soft carpet under Joe's cock which alternated from pulsatingly hard to semi-flaccid. She, too, was nude, and her lush curvaceous body was keeping Joe in various states of arousal.
Victoria, having drawn the highest card earlier in the evening (with Belle having drawn the second-highest card), watched with some amusement and a lot of horniness building inside of her. She remembered several months ago having run across the parking lot of the pub she used to work at, breathlessly telling Joe, “I've been a good girl!” Since then, she had discovered much of her submissive side, and only recently her dominant side. She realized that she was drawn to both, loving the teeter-totter nature of what she learned was called “switching.”
Victoria and Joe had rented this beautiful cottage in the mountains from a site playfully named AirD&S. Downstairs was a brick room, very dungeon-like, featuring a St. Andrew's cross built of large polished wood timbers. They had run into Belle by chance at the local pub, who had been out trolling for someone to cuckold her husband, and Joe and Victoria had offered for her to join in the night. As Belle had drawn the second highest card, this placed her under Victoria's orders, like Joe, but also allowed her to be in charge of Joe as well. Belle liked that arrangement.
Belle undulated her body, stroking her pussy lightly, teasing her clit. Her breasts moved with the motion of her arm. Joe, looking back and forth at both Victoria and Belle, once again felt his erection hardening, his cock bobbing a little. It seemed like he had been hard and soft for hours now, and he desperately wanted to cum, to touch and feel and fuck both of these beautiful women, but he did not want to disobey Victoria. At least not yet, he thought to himself.
Joe watched as Victoria discovered a leather corset and put it on, which pushed her small boobs up to nicely rounded little mounds, her large nipples erect and hard like pencil erasers. She finished with a matching leather choker and shiny black heels. Joe felt like he could almost cum right there just from watching her. He had not known how much she would come to enjoy the dominant role, not how much pleasure that gave him as well. Joe liked Belle, yes, but Victoria was wrapping Joe's heart around her finger.
His cock seemed to be dripping a good stream of precum onto Belle's mouth. She used some of it to toy with her pussy and some to rub on her tits, and the rest disappeared into her mouth.
Figuring the two had had enough teasing for now, Victoria crooked a finger at Belle, who stood and followed Victoria downstairs, leaving Joe where he was. He decided it wouldn't hurt to catch the precum himself, to keep it from dripping onto the carpet, so he put his hand under the tip of his dick.
Joe was aching to cum, hornier than he could remember being in a very long time. He decided to allow himself a few strokes. That way, he thought, he would keep the precum from getting onto the carpet. Besides, he thought, the two women were downstairs.
Joe wrapped his hands around his shaft, cradling the tip, letting the precum accumulate. He squeezed slowly, from the base, coaxing a huge glob onto his palm. Sighing with pleasure, he coated his shaft and began to stroke, light and slow. Joe loved how it felt when he was this hard. There were times like this when he felt he could masturbate for hours and not cum. The tip was red and swollen, the ridges of the veins noticeable to his fingers’ touch.
Lost in his reverie, he had not heard Victoria come back upstairs. Her voice whipped across Joe's ears.
“Joseph Tyler McGill!!” Victoria spoke with an icy edge Joe had never heard before, though her eyes held a touch of amusement at the corners. Joe's hands fell to his sides, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Victoria walked over to Joe, a leather flogger in her hand. Her chest was flushed and her long nipples stood out stiffly above the cups of the corset.
“You, my man, have disobeyed me. I told you not to touch yourself, and here I find you, jacking off like some wayward schoolboy!” At the sight of Joe stroking his hefty meat when she emerged from the basement, Victoria's pussy flushed with renewed heat and for a moment she forgot their game and wanted nothing more than to launch herself at him and fuck his brains out. But she didn't.
Instead, Victoria slid the leather strips of the flogger over his chest, across his nipples and let them linger on his bobbing dick, the leather rough against his slick skin. She leaned in close to him, close enough that her nipples grazed his chest, and she whispered, “I will now have to punish you. Follow me and do exactly as I say.”
Joe nodded, eyes bright as Victoria led him down the stairs. He stopped just inside the doorway, noticing that the St. Andrew's cross was now hung with leather shackles from the eyebolts on the four corners, and candles lit the sconces casting flickering shadows on the brick walls. It was leaning back at a slight angle. A rough-cut 6x6 piece of timber five or six feet long had been placed sideways just behind the bottom corners of the large wooden cross. Joe wondered what that was for.
Belle was kneeling on a blanket just a few feet in front of the cross, eyes wide, breasts moving in time with her breathing. Victoria went to a side table and pushed a button. Music filled the room. A slow thumping bass and strong blues guitar began to wash over the trio.
“Belle,” Victoria said in a quiet velvety voice, “Lock him up.”
Belle glanced up at Joe, remembering the last time, when Joe had been the one to throw her over a desk and spank her as he denied her a pearl necklace and made her go down on Victoria. Smiling, she stood and went to him saying, ”With pleasure.”
Firmly gripping Joe's shoulders from behind, Belle moved him to the cross, turning him away from Victoria to face it. She pushed him up against it, nudging his feet apart and positioning his limbs to match the four arms of the cross.
Pressing her warm and luscious body into his as much as possible while doing this, she cuffed each wrist to the top stretchers first and then his feet so that they fit the bottom stretchers and cuffed them as well. She took a moment to run her hands over his well-muscled frame before turning a questioning eye back to Victoria. Her body felt electric with anticipation, her pussy wet, swollen.
Joe had no real idea what was going to happen as they had never done this before. He was turned on, nervous and excited all at the same time. His cock bobbed, hard, just underneath the middle of the “X” off the cross. He was looking at a bare brick wall lit with candled sconces.
Victoria moved close behind Joe and whispered into his ear. He could feel the heat from her loins and then the tips of her nipples on his skin. They were hot.
“Joe. You have been a bad boy. You will be punished. I know you want to fuck me. But you drew the low card.” Victoria moved around to the other side in front of Joe. Holding his throbbing dick in one hand, she asked, “How much are you willing to take? What are you willing to do? To fuck me?? Anything?”
Joe nodded, mesmerized, faking into a trance.
“Let's find out,” Victoria whispered, her pussy nearly on fire with desire. In a normal tone she said, “Belle, since Joe here was a bad boy, jacking off without permission, I want you to spank him. After all, he did spank you.”
