Friday morning. I loved public holidays. It's funny, but I wasn't even thinking about the weekend. Lying in bed watching the sun come up, my thoughts were on the previous twenty-four hours. Closing my eyes and replaying it in my mind, I was getting horny all over again. Two cocks. Two! God. I'd seen the porn. I'd wondered what it would be like. I could see it so vividly in my mind. It was almost like it happened to someone else, and I just watched!
Except, I was sore. Not stingy sore. More achy sore. Pretty much the same as when Andrew gave me 'the works'. Usually about once a month he would work me over completely. It was usually either a Friday night, or a Saturday or Sunday, and he would work on me for three or four hours. The effects would linger for days. 'Come on pet, it's time for 'the works', ' he would say. That's how I felt, only I hadn't been flogged or anything.
'When Andrew's away, Dominique can play.' That's the rule. But when he's at home, I need permission to readjust my bra, or to get my panties out of my ass! Well maybe not that bad, but I'm not allowed to masturbate without his permission, and he was sound asleep right beside me. Biting my lip and squirming, I wondered whether rubbing my nipples against the silk sheet covering us constituted masturbation. It felt so nice. I squeezed my thighs together. God, I was so wet I just had to check. I felt so used. Just gently, I touched myself and all I felt was hot, wet slickness. I quickly put my fingers in my mouth and cleaned them in case Andrew thought I'd been playing. He'd know what was on my mind. It was embarrassing enough thinking about how I reacted last night. Being caught masturbating the very next morning was just too slutty.
Ignoring my blush, I checked the alarm clock and noticed it was due to go off in fifteen minutes. I looked across at Andrew and watched him breathe. He had such a nice broad back. Quietly I snuggled up behind him and slid my hand very lightly, slowly down his side and over his hip. He didn't even stir. Barely kissing his back, my hand went lower, down over his muscular thigh. With my fingernails, I very gently came back up to his hip.
"Master," I whispered, licking his back with the tip of my tongue. I curled my hand around his hip, grazing my nails across his stomach. He stirred, turning to lie on his back, and I gasped quietly. My hand was trapped between his belly and his cock, and it was hard and hot against the back of it. "Mmmmm, Master," I breathed.
Feeling him hard added fuel to my fire, and while on my side, my thighs squashed my throbbing pussy. I could barely touch his cock with the back of my fingers as my palm softly rubbed his lower tummy. He was so hard. Unable to stop myself, I took it into my grasp and held my breath, enjoying the heat and the feel of it. When he still didn't stir, I slowly tightened my grip and gave it a squeeze. Fuck, that's hard. Looking up at him, he had a blissful look on his face and he groaned. He was waking up!
"Mmmmm, Dominique. That's lovely," he said quietly, yawning and blinking his eyes open.
I beamed at him and squeezed his cock again. "Good morning, Master. I hope you slept well."
"Mmmmmm. Very well. Yourself?"
"Like a baby, Master," I replied, fluttering my eyelashes.
He rolled towards me and took me into his arms, but I didn't let go of his cock. "Good. Sore?" he asked, smiling at me and kissing my nose.
"Only a little bit. More horny than anything."
"Slut," he whispered, grinning at me.
"Yes, Sir!" I replied a little too eagerly, my blush intensifying.
"We'll see." At that moment the alarm went off and Andrew rolled over, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He sat up, reaching for his watch from the bedside table and putting it on. "C'mon Dominique, playtime is later."
"Oh, but Sirrr..." I whined, drawing back the sheet and spreading my legs. I don't know what came over me! When he turned his head around, the angry look on his face evaporated in a second.
"Whoa. Look at that. Okay, pet. That's very pretty but I'm afraid later means later. Now get your slutty ass out of bed and go make us some coffee. We have a big day ahead." With that he rose and went into our walk-in wardrobe, his long cock bobbing in front of him, pointing the way. I reached down to touch myself with the image of his hard cock in my mind.
"And don't get any ideas, Dominique."
Oohhhh... I thought to myself, crossing my arms and pouting. It's no fun being hot and wet and not allowed to touch yourself. Then I remembered Andrew's words from the night before. He was bathing me and said, 'Never be ashamed of your desires, or of mine.' I grinned to myself and felt a bit wicked after that. I was horny all right!
When he came down to the kitchen and sat down, he leaned back in his chair and sipped the coffee I'd made him, looking at me. I smiled and ran the fingers of both hands through my hair, fluffing it out a bit. I thought maybe...
"Take your coffee with you and go get changed, pet. Time's a-wasting," he said, finishing his cup.
"Yes, Master. Anything you'd like me to wear?"
"T-shirt, not too tight, shorts and sandals. No underwear please, pet. I'll get the bags in a minute."
"Okay." And off I trotted. No nooky before we left. When I came back downstairs, Andrew had packed the truck and we were ready to go. I grabbed my handbag, some lip-gloss and a few odds and ends and we were off.
Seeing Dominique lying there with her legs open, biting her lip and blushing was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I don't know how I stopped myself from pouncing on her as she gazed at me through her lashes. "Whoa. Look at that. Okay, pet. That's very pretty but I'm afraid later means later," I told her.
It was exactly the kind of thing I liked her to do, and I had to stop myself from praising her more obviously. But it was going to be that kind of a day for Dominique. Which of course meant denying myself her charms.
Which wasn't easy.
Not with that look on her face and her wet red cunt on display. Good Lord. We'd really worked her over. But apart from her swollen pussy, she appeared none the worse for wear. Which was good because we had a fair drive ahead of us. Her nipples were hard though, with a slightly reddish tinge. I bet they still ached from all the bites and the pinches I gave them. They would look nice bobbing around inside her t-shirt.
But I didn't tell Dominique that. I promised myself I could do it. I could go a day without reassuring her. The plan was to add a dash of humility, maturity and experience to her make up. I hoped she would be able to look back and say she was proud of herself. But it was risky. She would be doing a lot of thinking this weekend. The way she saw herself would be sorely tested.
The drive up was strange. Master parried any questions I had about the weekend. He said it was a surprise and that I should be ready for anything, at any time. That's all he said, but it got my juices stirred up. A lot of the time we drove in silence. I wondered if I was in trouble somehow. Maybe I shouldn't have been so slutty in bed that morning. But he hadn't said anything, so I figured I'd been good. I hadn't tried to masturbate, even though the thought of it was driving me half nuts. I think I dozed off a couple of times too.
We arrived at Dean's cabin about noon. The place was very secluded, with a lake that came up almost to the back of the cabin. There was also a boat dock, but no boat. Very, very pretty place. Beyond the lake it was thickly wooded, and the waterfall on the other side of the lake half a mile away, could be heard as clear as day. It looked like it would be a nice relaxing weekend. Some sun, swimming, drinking and hanging out...
Dean and Gigi rushed out to meet us and introduced themselves. I'd talked to Gigi on the phone a couple of times and she seemed nice. Dean was a bit of a mystery, but he reminded me of a hippy a little bit, with his long dark brown hair, his cropped beard and the bandana around his neck.
It was a beautiful day. I had no idea what to expect, but I felt good. A little nervous, but otherwise pretty good. Dean and Andrew carried our bags inside and Gigi helped me put everything away. She told me about the canoes under the cabin and the hiking trails around the place. She was very nice and I was feeling great. I knew Dean and Gigi could get pretty wild, Master had told me. But after last night, I figured I was up for anything!
Gigi asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. Did I ever! The water looked lovely and Andrew said it was okay. I was changed and diving off the end of the dock in a minute flat! While we were splashing around, Gigi asked me if Andrew had told me anything about the weekend and I told her no. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, silently taking my hand and leading me out of the water towards the guys. They were sitting on the back deck drinking beer and talking. I was wondering what was happening and reminding myself to be good when Andrew put up his hand. I froze in my tracks, dropping my hand from Gigi's and watching my Master's eyes.
"Be a good girl and take off your bathing suit," he ordered. Andrew had a very stern look in his eyes, and we were out in the middle of nowhere. I was kind of embarrassed, but there was no way I was protesting, not when we'd only just got there! I just did it! With ease I peeled the dark blue Lycra down my body after working it over my shoulders. Stepping out of the suit and kicking it aside, I posed with my hands on my hips and feet apart a little, just how Andrew likes it.
He told me to come kneel quietly on the floor next to him so I ran up the steps dripping wet and did as he asked. Gigi walked up the steps behind me and stood in front of the three of us. Dean told Gigi to take off her bikini, which she did very slowly. While twisting my hair dry, I glanced up to my right and saw the men's eyes glued to Gigi. I smiled and turned back to watch her. I was pleased to meet her finally, even though things were moving really fast! She had a beautiful body, very muscular, very lean. Her shaggy, dirty blonde hair swayed as she teased them. I could hardly take my eyes off her either.
She finished her slow strip looking right at me! She was grinning and I was feeling very nervous, my stomach fluttering madly. She approached Dean, and then dropped down to her knees and began undressing him using just her mouth and teeth.
I don't know how she did it so easily. Lots of practice no doubt! But in no time his shirt was open and his pants were on the ground, his cock standing at attention. I noticed Andrew was very excited by all this too. I wasn't sure what to do. Did he want me to follow suit? I remembered he said just to kneel beside him so that's what I did.
Maybe it was a test, or a game. I watched Gigi's mouth engulf Dean's hard cock and I could tell by his expression he was enjoying her noisy blowjob immensely. I so very much wanted to do the same for Andrew, even just to show off a bit, but he made no move to have me do it. He just kept staring at Gigi and Dean, and rubbing his cock through his pants. That was when I realised how hot I was becoming watching all this. If only Andrew would look at me. Straight away he'd know how much I wanted his cock in my mouth.
Dean said, "Stop."
Gigi bowed her head to Dean's feet and asked quietly if she had displeased him. He said no, but told her she was neglecting his guest and that she was to correct this oversight immediately. Gigi turned on hands and knees and shuffled over to Andrew. He climbed to his feet and she began to undress him just like with Dean until Andrew was also undressed. His beautiful cock was so hard, I wanted it so bad. My pussy was wet and aching for it.
Gigi took it in her mouth and started sucking hard, bobbing her head up and down and making all kinds of crazy noises. I was suddenly so jealous. I just sat there, unable to move, watching her pleasing my Master. Each moan from him made it that much harder.
Dean came up behind her and for an instant I thought he was coming for me, but he began telling Gigi what a good girl she was and lifted her by the hips to her hands and knees. He slid his nice big stiff cock into her pussy and started fucking her hard, right in front of me. He glanced at me now and again and I just blushed. He was fucking her so hard he was pulling her off the ground by the hips while her mouth clung to Andrew's cock. Andrew had his hands wrapped in her hair, telling her what a beautiful mouth she had as his cock slipped into her throat. I could see it bulging as it slid in and out. I was so frustrated I started to cry, but I didn't make a sound. Just tears, tumbling down my cheeks as I gritted my teeth. They were so close to me, I could have touched them. I could smell the sex coming off them. It made me so wet! I was clenching my fists and thinking, Touch me too!
Andrew moaned that he was about to cum. Dean started slapping Gigi on the ass so hard it left prints of his hands and it looked kind of cool with her tan lines. He told her to cum as he fucked her even harder. I think they all came about the same time in the end. When Gigi finally stopped moaning and was breathing hard through her nose, Dean slapped her ass one more time, knocking her off balance and both of their half-hard cocks slipped from her. She looked up at me with cum running down her chin and swallowed. Dean picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She waved to me with her fingers as the three of them went inside without a word, leaving me kneeling on the porch. The men didn't even look at me! Not once! Like I wasn't even there! I was angry and my knees were sore and I was hot and this wasn't how it was supposed to go! And I needed to touch myself so bad...
Kneeling there with tears streaming down my face, I wondered why I was crying. No one had done anything to me. But I was so jealous. I could hear them inside. Gigi was moaning and the men were calling her a slut. I guessed she was getting two cocks like I had, and I wished it was me.
I knelt there until almost sunset, at least three hours! And I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes as I listened to them moaning and groaning. Gigi got spanked hard, and I also heard the sound of a leather strap on flesh. It makes a very distinctive sound.
Finally the door opened and Andrew came out dressed. He didn't say a word just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, leading me to our room. He told me to get dressed and ready for dinner, which they had started preparing. I was completely distraught. He left me there without saying anything else. No kisses. No touches. I was so numb I didn't think I could shed any more tears.
I figured I had done something wrong. I had failed whatever test I hadn't realised I was taking. I came into the kitchen where Gigi was cooking and asked if I could help. She said, "Of course!" I got the job of chopping vegetables, and thought it was very brave of her to give me a knife! There was so much stew, I thought maybe there would be other guests for dinner but Gigi said she was making enough for two meals.
We had dinner, and the three of them chatted up a storm. I smiled and nodded my head at all the appropriate places in the conversation, but I didn't really feel like talking. I guess I was sulking a bit. When dinner was finished, Gigi immediately got up and took Andrew's hand, leading him to her bedroom. I felt my jaw clench and I knew my emotions were all over the place. Dean got up and asked me to help him with the dishes.
I managed to squeeze out, "Yes, Sir. Sure."
Before long the dishes were done and Dean took my hand and led me to my room. I thought he was going to use me. But he kissed me on the forehead at my door and said goodnight, then went down the hall to his room and went in, shutting the door loudly behind him. Even after I quietly closed my own door, I could hear what was going on in there and I was so upset being shutout like that. I went to bed crying, trying to figure out what I'd done wrong or if this nightmare was ever going to end.
By the time I had no more tears, I thought I'd worked it out. Surely I was being tested. It wasn't normal for Andrew not to tell me what was happening. But I remembered him telling me that if ever he didn't tell me 'the why', then there had to be a good reason. My self-control felt like the thing being most threatened. So I figured it must have been that. And I was overreacting to the fact that I was being left out. I tried to understand why I was being left out. Then I got into a circular kind of thought-pattern, going around and around. I was confused and upset. Even a little humiliated. Like I couldn't do the job... And I was horny! God, so horny. I so badly needed someone to touch me. The 'no masturbating' rule came close to being broken that night, but I was good.
It wasn't until quite late, when I was laying there with a pillow over my head for privacy, that I lucidly realised jealousy was the problem. Somehow it dawned on me that I wasn't supposed to be jealous if Andrew found pleasure with another woman. Complicating matters, I was also jealous of all the attention Gigi was getting. As I fell asleep, I promised to make a fresh start in the morning.
When I awoke, Andrew was still absent from my bed. I knew he loved fucking in the morning. I got up and over the blaring music heard the three of them at it again. Choking down a small sob, I remembered my promise to myself. To keep myself busy I got started on making a hearty breakfast for them. I knew they'd be hungry and I thought it would be good of me to do it. So I made pancakes, bacon, sausages, eggs, coffee, juice and more sliced fresh fruit than you could poke a stick at. And I make a damn fine pancake too. Nice and fluffy and full. Ringing the bell for breakfast, my arteries choked with cholesterol just looking at the table. Oh well, I wasn't very hungry anyway.
They came out in various states of undress, sat down and ate ravenously. I served each of them before I served myself. I asked how they slept and told them I hoped they had sweet dreams. I was so cheerful it hurt, and I hoped I didn't sound sarcastic. They praised breakfast, and to be honest, just that little bit of praise left me glowing inside. Apart from that, they got their suits on and went out to go for a swim, continuing to ignore me. They didn't even ask me if I wanted to come. I washed the dishes myself and put everything away, trying not to overreact.
Watching them from the kitchen window, for a little while the guys were all over Gigi, or Gigi was all over them. Then they floated for a couple of hours, apparently sunbaking. By noon I'd given the cabin a once over and had a nice lunch prepared, with cold drinks ready for them.
It was hard being 'up', but I endeavoured to try. Again I served each of them before sitting down myself. They were all saying how delicious the sandwiches were, and how the lemonade I had whipped up was tasty and good. I hoped something had changed and I was winning favour. Andrew didn't speak directly to me, but he did smile at me once or twice. So I made small talk, asking them about their swim and the temperature of the water at this time of year. I also asked Andrew if I could go for a swim, and he said of course.
After putting away the dishes I headed toward the bedroom to change into my suit. Andrew, Gigi and Dean had adjourned to the living area and were sitting on the sofa with Gigi sandwiched between the two of them. They had a breast in each of their mouths and a hand between her legs. Somewhere along the way I forgot my promise to myself and started getting angry and frustrated again. I barely looked at them as I walked into the bedroom to change.
I was completely undressed and about to put my suit on, when the door opened. It was Dean and he didn't knock or anything! My heart was in my mouth as I stood there, naked. He walked in and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to move, so I stared at the floor and waited. I wished a hole would open and swallow me up. Taking a couple of strides, he was suddenly in front of me, lifting my chin with a finger and making me look up at him. He asked condescendingly, "Is something wrong? You seem upset." He kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to him. I wasn't in the mood to be played with, and tried to turn away. He held on tight grabbing my wrists and twisting them up behind me.
My fists clenched in anger, and my face burned hotly.
"You're mad about Andrew finding pleasure in another woman."
"Yes. Please, don't..."
"You're jealous, angry, and frustrated his cock is in her mouth and not yours."
"Yes. Dean, please stop..."
"You're wondering what you've done wrong. How close am I?" I tried very hard not to cry as his hands gripped my wrists even tighter than before. "You should be pleased Andrew finds pleasure in Gigi."
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. He asked me if I thought Andrew had been upset when Paul fucked me while he was away. He was right, and I meekly answered, "No, Sir."
Dean said he thought Andrew was being much too gentle with me. He spoke to me like I didn't know anything. "Your place is to serve Andrew and to find pleasure yourself in doing as he bids you. Where possible, you are to bring pleasure to him in every act and action. That may be by pleasing him directly, or indirectly, by pleasing someone of his choosing, or by reacting appropriately to your Master's pleasure, wherever he may find it. Seeing him receive pleasure should please you, as it is his pleasure that is your focus. Not yours." God, I couldn't stop with the damned tears. I knew all this stuff. I knew how I was supposed to act. Dean's eyes narrowed. "Why are you crying Dominique? You're not even listening!"
It's amazing how the words of a stranger can stop you in your tracks. His eyes were wild as he took me by the neck and tossed me on the bed. He rolled me onto my front and roughly grabbed my wrists, binding them together with rope. I groaned as they were suddenly hauled upwards and tied to a chain hanging over the bed.
Stretching, I watched over my shoulder as he took one of my feet and tied my ankle to a bedpost. I felt strange. Almost elated. I was sick to my stomach with fear, and angry at myself for not sticking to my promise. But at least I was getting attention. I wanted to say I was frustrated beyond my endurance, but it would have been a lie. I just wanted attention. That was all. I don't like being ignored. It's just not nice. Dean pulled my other foot to the opposite bedpost, tying it and spreading my legs wide apart.
"Please, Sir... Dean, I'm sorry... Please..."
"Dominique. You may not speak."
Oh, God. I nodded and closed my eyes, composing myself and wondering what was going to happen. I heard Dean withdrawing his thick black leather belt from his jeans. Stretching to see over my shoulder again, he sneered at me as he wound the buckle into his hand. I started to tremble when I saw the look in his eyes. He wasn't angry. He was disgusted.
Ashamed of myself, I gritted my teeth and clamped my eyes shut, waiting and telling myself I deserved it. Then there was nothing. I turned my head to look at him and he was looking across the room. I twisted around and in the corner of my eye I saw Andrew standing in the doorway! Maybe he would rescue me!
"Well?" Dean asked, looking at him.
My heart sunk as Andrew replied, "Start now. I'll tell you when to stop." I gasped as twice Dean whipped the belt through the air beside the bed. It whistled and I couldn't believe he planned to hit me that hard. I started to get worried. "Wait," said Andrew. He sat down on the bed next to me, dragging my head onto his lap and stroking my hair. "Ok, now."
For at least ten minutes Dean lashed across my ass, up my back, and down my thighs and back again. By the time he stopped, I was sobbing in pain and exhaustion. I'd never felt anything like it, but at least I felt safe. My shoulders and back ached, my ass was on fire, and my spread thighs were quivering. Dean's fingers touched the curve of my ass and I moaned hotly as they slipped easily into my pussy. I clamped my eyes tighter, rolling in an orange haze, my hips bucking at his fingers, driven by instinct. Even as he wiped them across my burning thigh I heard myself whispering, begging, pleading with him to please touch me again.
"Go ahead," said Andrew, and without warning Dean pushed three fingers deeply into me, fucking me hard and fast. I came with such a rush I passed out.
We left Dominique to recover and decided to grab a beer. The sun was going down, bathing the surrounding hills in a fiery glow. The eerie silence was broken when Gigi joined us and politely asked if I wanted her on my lap, "You know, if you are missing her, Sir." I waved her away and she settled on Dean's lap, stealing sips of his beer and kissing him.
"This is going well, don't you think?" Dean asked me.
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied.
"C'mon, she'll figure it out. She's been pretty good," he said encouragingly.
"Thanks, buddy."
"Don't mention it. Hey, look who's here."
I followed Dean's index finger to the four-wheel drive bouncing down the hillside on the other side of the valley. "Nice RV."
"It's Miles."
"Miles? As in Miles and Simone?" I asked. Dean nodded. "Man, I haven't seen them in years. Oh, this is perfect."
"I thought so too."
I awoke with a groan as my arms were lowered in the pitch-blackness. Big warm hands untied me, leaving me on my front and placing my arms out straight, legs together. My shoulders ached and I wanted to get up and walk around. A deep voice in the darkness said, "Don't move." In moments the tails of a flogger were being gently dragged up and down my hot, welted back.
The voice was not one I recognized, but I didn't have much of a chance to ponder that. The flogger started whipping through the air behind me, back and forth, back and forth. It wasn't quite touching me, but it was getting closer and closer, whipping the air next to my skin. It started to snick me on each pass. The pace was rhythmic and leisurely, and most certainly expert. I slipped into the cracks of my consciousness, where all that existed was the sound.
Whap... Whap... Whap... Whap...
He worked with great accuracy for the longest time. It was just right. Maybe I was numb, but all it did was relax me and make my pussy throb. It was amazing. Finally it stopped and I felt him sit down on the side of the bed. His warm hands caressed all over my back and he whispered that I had beautiful skin. He said he hoped I enjoyed my flogging and I breathed that I did. "It's time to join the others. Roll towards me and I'll carry you." He picked me up in those large warm hands and carried me into the dining room and laid me on the table.
It was so bright after the darkness of the bedroom that I held my hands up to cover my eyes until they adjusted. Once they did, I stared at the grinning man who had flogged me. He was at least six foot six inches tall and his dark ebony skin glinted in the harsh lighting. Andrew and Dean tied ropes around my wrists and ankles and I blushed as I was spread out. I was face up and I didn't know what was happening. They all seemed to be waiting for something. Andrew said, "I see you have met Miles." Miles chuckled.
I nodded and bit my lip. At that moment Gigi entered carrying a large bowl towards the table. She was smiling at me and walked right up to me. Andrew nodded and suddenly she poured a huge swathe of hot liquid across my chest. Gravy! At first I screamed, thinking I was being burned, but it wasn't that hot. Gasping, I felt it running over my breasts and down my stomach. I writhed and moaned at the same time. It was steaming hot and I strained to watch as Dean and Andrew's mouths descended to my flesh, licking like crazy. I moaned louder as Gigi poured gravy over my swollen cunt and Miles immediately started licking it all up. I was fast becoming oblivious to the pain and heat of my ass and back as I squirmed on the table.
Gigi produced a big spoon and started dishing stew onto me. Carrots, peas, mashed potatoes, then more gravy. I was just a big moving, moaning plate. They ate from me using only their mouths, licking and sucking to get what they wanted. It was erotic and stimulating and but not enough to cum. That wasn't their intention.
When they were through, Dean picked up the bowl and poured more meat and gravy onto me. Andrew told Gigi to "Go ahead." Gigi giggled and began licking and sucking her dinner from my skin. She started at my breasts and licked every inch of them, then sucked my nipples till they ached. I was in such need of being fucked or something. Gigi kept brushing her fingers over my clit as she worked her way down my body, cleaning and licking me. She seemed to know how bad a state I was in, and slipped to her knees with her face between my legs, scratching her nails up and down my thighs.
"Oh, God," I whispered.
"Beg her, Dominique," said Andrew.
I was so hot I didn't even hesitate. "Tongue my cunt, suck my clit! Oh God, please. Please, do it!"
"Do it!" Andrew ordered.
My back arched and I shuddered in orgasm as soon as Gigi started rapidly flicking my clit with her tongue! It was only a little one and she didn't stop. Soon I was going up again, heading for another one. She started tonguing me deep and the men were pouring more hot gravy over me and licking it off, sucking and biting my nipples. Then Gigi sucked my clit. Oh, it felt so good. Arching off the table, I just came and came and came.
At some point someone said Gigi was paying too much attention to me. Miles came up behind her and pulled her to her feet and bent her over. Then he started fucking her. She still had her hands on my thighs and was looking down at me from between my legs, with a wet face and lust in her eyes.
I gazed up at Andrew. He looked at Dean and nodded his head. They untied me and turned me over, retying me and pouring more gravy over my back. It wasn't as hot by now, but I moaned as it hit the welts. Once I was tied again, Miles called out, "Simone!" A beautiful coloured woman appeared from the corner of the room. I hadn't even noticed her there.
She approached me slowly and in my face down position it was hard to hold eye contact as she got closer. She pulled my head up by the hair and slapped my face. My jaw dropped and I glanced at Andrew standing there, looking down on me. I wanted his smile so badly. It was very quiet and I could feel the eyes of everyone watching me. The muscles in my gut and pussy tightened. I felt totally humiliated as she slapped my face again then pulled my mouth to her pussy.
"Eat my fucking cunt," Simone hissed. I tried to turn my head away and she slapped my face again! With her grip in my hair, my neck was stretched back and I was trembling. "Eat my cunt you prissy little bitch!" she screamed at me.
She ground her clit into my nose and I reached out with my tongue, pushing it under her and drawing it up between her lips. I pressed into her wetness, tasting her and sliding my tongue from her opening right up to her clit. She groaned and shivered as I swirled around the knot of flesh and flicked across it. She kept slapping my face, but much more softly, urging me to lick faster or to bite her here and there or to push my tongue up inside her or to suck her clit. Miles asked how I was doing and Simone replied, "Better now, Sir. Mmmmm... Much better."
What a way to eat my first pussy. And I was getting desperately hot. I felt a big vibrator being pushed into my cunt, and I started to writhe around in the ropes. Then my ass was being spanked! Tears were coursing down my cheeks from the pain or the joy I don't know which. A well-lubed cock was being pushed into my ass, and I heard Gigi saying, "Jeez, that looks so good."
Moaning and half out of my mind, I turned my head each way a little and saw Andrew and Dean each spanking my ass and laughing. That meant Miles was fucking me in the ass! My toes curled as I tried to hold back my cum. I felt strange as my orgasm welled up in the back of my pussy and spread with numbing tingles through my loins. For some reason I didn't feel like I deserved to cum. But my body didn't care! Andrew said, "Watch my gorgeous slut cum!" And like a switch had been flicked, I flew into orbit, swearing and shuddering and shaking. I lay there for minutes, totally exhausted. Weeping in humiliation and joy and defeat as they talked and laughed around me.
Andrew untied me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me to the shower. He washed me all over so slowly and so gently and lovingly. The whole time I was crying freely and thanking him for being my Master. I begged for forgiveness, for being angry and upset and jealous about Gigi, for my foolish pride and my arrogant need to be the centre of attention, and for taking him for granted. That was something I would never ever do again.
"If I could give you one thing right now," he asked as he dried me with a stiff clean towel. "What would it be?"
Sniffling, I whispered, "I would like you... to tell me... you will keep me."
"I am keeping you for a while yet, kitten," he said, with a smile and the sparkle of a tear in his eye. That was when I knew. Not because of the words. The words weren't important. It was the look on his face. At that moment, I knew he loved me, no matter what he said.
Wrapping the towel around me, he picked me up again and carried me into the bedroom. Laying me on the bed and gently unwrapping me, he told me how good I was for enduring my lesson and that everything would be all right. Kissing me tenderly, he told me to relax and rubbed lotion into my skin, all over. I felt like I was floating.
Dominique fell asleep quickly, but by the time I returned to the 'party', the others were in Dean and Gigi's bedroom again. I thought about joining them, but I was exhausted. Even my cock was sore! So I made a coffee and sat out on the porch overlooking the moonlit lake. Despite the mosquitos, it was a lovely warm night and I didn't really notice them.
As I sipped, I smiled to myself, thinking my plan just might have worked. She had a better appreciation for what was possible. Chuckling, I wondered how long it would last. Would she need a reminder along the way? Like a booster shot? Probably. An image of her quietly sleeping, skin pink with pleasure, came to my mind. I tossed the last of my coffee over the railing and headed for bed.
I wanted her in my arms.
On Sunday morning I woke to the sound of muffled screams! I was so glad Andrew was there beside me.
He sat up in bed and started fishing for clothes, saying, "Come on, we're missing it!"
It was still early, the sun was just coming up, but I hardly had time to smile about Andrew being there in bed with me. I climbed out and wrapped my robe around me, hurriedly being led down the hallway on tiptoes. The sound of heavy breathing and muffled moans and of people muttering met my ears as Andrew pushed open the door. Candles lit the room, and none of the occupants took any notice of us. There was enough light to see what the four figures on the bed were doing. Gigi lay on her back with pillows under her ass and her legs spread widely. Dean was on one side of her and Simone on the other. They were holding her knees, keeping her legs spread.
Miles was on his knees between her legs, slowly working his huge hand into her pussy. Not just his fingers. His whole hand! Gigi was in such a state. She was tossing her head from side to side, and moaning and whimpering. Dean and Simone were sucking and biting her breasts harshly. For a brief moment I wondered how I could stop them when Gigi let out such a moan.
As if on cue she started begging Miles to go harder and deeper. He started pumping his whole hand back and forth, in and out of her, and she appeared to be torn between agony and ecstasy. The look on her face was primal. Dean looked right at me, and I froze like I'd been caught doing something wrong. He smiled at me and went back to sucking and biting Gigi's body.
Part of me couldn't look away. It was luridly fascinating, and I was amazed. Miles' hands were huge! How could he have possibly gotten one into Gigi? My breathing was becoming ragged and I was wet. Again. It was just so incredible! Somehow I tore my eyes from the sight, trying to catch my heaving breath. I was so horny it was unbearable. Andrew took a fist of my hair and made me watch. I closed my eyes but I couldn't get the image of Miles fisting Gigi's cunt out of my head. I started rubbing my own pussy, getting hotter and hotter, and I was so thankful Andrew didn't stop me. He did tell me to open my eyes, as he slowly bent me over and started spanking my ass softly. He lifted the back of my robe, and told me I could cum, but to hurry up.
"Thank you!" I gasped, sliding fingers from one hand into myself and rubbing my clit frantically with the other. He spanked me until Gigi came, screaming at the top of her lungs. By then I'd had three small orgasms. My ass was warm and pink and I wanted to beg Andrew to fuck me.
I didn't have to do it. He led me back to our bedroom and made gentle and passionate love to me through two mighty orgasms. I couldn't believe how hot it made me, watching and being watched, being spanked, God, everything! The whole weekend was amazing. Like one long scene. It would live long in my memory.
I thought about all kinds of things as I lay awake with Andrew sleeping soundly beside me. Being told what to do has always made me hot. But realising 'being deprived' made me hot too, was something new. Then it dawned on me. I shouldn't expect to be fucked or even touched unless it was what HE wanted. That's all! It's just him. He is what matters to me. When he is happy, I get what I need.
And he loved me. He would never put me through all this, if he didn't love me.
I dozed and when I woke up it was mid-morning, and Simone was lying next to me, staring down at me from a propped up elbow. She smiled and kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to her. I could feel her warm soft breasts and erect nipples pressing into my tingling skin. When she let me go I noticed Andrew leaning on the doorframe naked and staring at us, smiling. His cock was hard and erect. Simone got out of bed and literally dragged me with her.
"Come on. Time to learn a new trick," she said, giggling.
As I stood in front of Andrew, I wanted to tell him what I had figured out, but Simone just pushed me to my knees. I stared up at him lovingly as she pulled down my jaw and pushed my head onto his cock. It didn't matter what I had figured out. What mattered was my Master's throbbing cock going down my throat. And I wanted it to! I wanted to hear him moan in delight as I sucked him all the way. His eyes bulged as I sucked and swallowed, feeling him throb hotly in my neck.
Simone said, "I thought you said she couldn't take it all..."
Wrapping his hands in my hair and guiding my pace, he replied, "She can take a lot more than I thought."
My heart soared. I could still please him! I wanted to shout that I could take anything he could give me. I'd take it willingly! I'd take it and I'd relish it. Every moment. Every word. Every touch.
Every chance I had!
Everything around me faded away. All that existed was the look of pleasure on my Master's face. He took my throat, and I felt more his than I ever had. A strange silence settled over me as he thrust in and out of my throat, faster and faster. I wasn't afraid. I was happy, truly happy. Not overwhelmed. At peace. And he knew it. Groaning his love for me, he emptied himself in my adoring mouth and I swallowed with glee. I'd done it! He drew me to my feet and into his arms. Burying my face in his neck, I felt like I was high on something. I hadn't even noticed Simone leaving the room!
The rest of the morning flew by. Gigi and Simone and I made pizzas, and we all sat down and ate and talked and laughed like nothing was out of the ordinary. They were such lovely people. Even Dean wasn't as crazy as everyone made him out to be. Everyone wanted to know everything about me. I was feeling wonderful.
After lunch we packed the truck and headed home. It was about 2.30 P.M.
