The bedroom was a perfect little oasis, filled with the sweet scents of vanilla and lavender. A large, arched window looked out over a lush garden that was alive with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. The room was decorated with soft, pastel-colored wall paper and plush pink bedlinen. It was a place of warmth and quiet, and it felt strangely intimate, almost as if it was waiting for something special to happen within its walls.

Emily was always up for challenges, and she felt the same excitement and nerves bubble up inside of her at the prospect of seeing Sam lose himself in pleasure. Her heart raced, her palms were sweaty, and she was excited and nervous in equal measure.

"Hey Sam," Emily said, breaking the silence. "Do you trust me?"

Sam nodded slowly, looking unsure.

Emily could see the fear in his eyes, but also the slightest glimmer of anticipation.

"Okay, Emily. I trust you," he said, his voice small and uncertain.

"I want you to get naked for me. Completely naked!" Emily said, with a reassuring glance. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I know how horny you are, I want to help you with that."

Emily smiled and leaned back against her pillows, making herself comfortable. She watched as Sam took off his shoes and then his socks, folding them carefully before setting them aside. He stood there for a moment, his hands clasped together as if unsure if she was serious.

"No one will know; I promise it will be our special secret," Emily reassured him. "I want to share a fantasy with you, but I want to see how it affects you in person, not just the stories we've been sharing online. Will you do this for me, please?"

Emily could see the tension building in his shoulders and his chest, as if he was holding his breath. Then, very slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt. Emily watched as he revealed his pale, lean torso, his muscles flexing underneath his skin.

As he undid his belt, Emily couldn't help but feel her pulse quicken. She felt a strange fluttering in her stomach, a rush of heat that coursed through her veins. She could sense his nervousness, his uncertainty.

Emily could see tension building in his shoulders and his chest, as if he was holding his breath. Then, very slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt. Emily watched as he revealed his pale, lean torso, his muscles flexing underneath his skin.

 As he undid his belt, Emily couldn't help but feel her pulse quicken. She felt a strange fluttering in her stomach, a rush of heat that coursed through her veins. She could sense his nervousness, his uncertainty.

"Go on Sam, it's just us here," Emily nodded and gave him a supportive smile. "Your completely safe, don't be ashamed."

Slowly, he started to pull his pants down and let them drop around his ankles. Carefully, he stepped out of them, now standing in front of Emily in nothing but his underwear. With another gentle nod from her, he began to pull down his boxers and let then drop around his ankles. As they did, he quickly covered his dick with his hands. 

"You don't have to cover up, Sam." Emily giggled innocently. "You're beautiful and really don't have to hide your privates," Emily said, patting the bed next to her. "Come sit with me, let's talk more about your fantasies."

"I want to make this experience as comfortable and enjoyable for you as possible." Emily smiled as she scooted over to make space for Sam on the bed. 

As if on autopilot, Sam slowly walked around the bed and then slid over to Emily's side, still holding his hands cupped over his crotch.

Emily giggled, then reached over to Sam's shoulder and gently ran her finger down his arm. "You really look great, you have nothing to be embarrassed about." Slowly, carefully, she ran her hand further down his arm and gently grabbed his left hand, then moved it away to his side. With the same care, she reached over his right hand and placed it at his side, exposing his penis, which was already starting to stir a bit. "There, that's not so bad, and I do very much like what I see."

"I can't believe that you're seeing me here like this, I..." His voice dropped to all but a whisper. Too his surprise, his penis started to stir a bit and he instinctively started to bring his hands in to cover up.

Emily gently reached over and stopped him. "It's really ok, Sam. I was hoping this would turn you on. It's ok for you to me horny in front of me. I know CFNM is one of your fantasies, and I want to make this happen for you."

His cock was now defiantly inflating, and while not yet standing up, it was clear he was getting aroused. Then Emily reached over and pulled on his knees gently, to get him to spread his legs a little bit. He complied, opening his legs a bit and letting his growing cock and tight shaved balls free for her to see.

"There, isn't that more comfortable?" Emily said in a slightly more seductive voice. "So, Sam, tell me a bit more about your fantasies. You've told me you like lesbians and the idea of being tied up. It took me forever for you to admit that you're curious about anal, particularly receiving it, or even being pegged?"

Sam took a deep breath as his eyes went wide, his penis was now standing at full attention, but all he could do was nod shyly, first looking into Emily's eyes, then looking down, embarrassed. 

"Oh Sam, that's so hot, you don't have to be ashamed about that. Not with me," she said as she rubbed his shoulder, then ran her finger down his arm and along his leg. "It's perfectly normal. Beautiful, even."

"Sam..." Emily's voice got a bit more quiet. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" 

Sam wasn't sure how to answer. Nervously, he looked at Emily, as if to see if she was teasing him or if she really wanted to know. Reluctantly, he nodded. "Yes, I was curious. It felt so wrong, and yet it turned me on somehow. I know I'm not gay or anything. I'm sure I'm not, but somehow, it made me want to try tasting my own dick." His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "I know I'm not gay, I could never kiss a guy or be romantically interested, but...it did make me curious about cocks," he admitted shyly. "Is it weird that I get turned on by the thought of being forced, by a girl to mess around with a guy in front of her?"

 Emily could see the nervousness in his eyes, but also a spark of excitement that flickered beneath the surface. "Of course not, it's an exciting thought, forbidden and kind of kinky," she said reassuringly. "Besides, I sort of thought that you like the idea of being dominated a bit by a girl. Would you submit to me, Sam? Would you do as I ask?"

All Same could do was nod nervously, he was so embarrassed and excited in that moment. He didn't know what to say. 

"I want to show you something," Emily said, reaching into her nightstand drawer. She produced a small jar of lubricant, a pair of scented candles, and a soft fleshy dildo.

He couldn't believe his eyes at the site of the realistic looking replica of a penis, complete with veins and textured head. At that moment, a tiny drop of precum formed at the tip of his own penis. Emily just smiled as she noticed Sam's obvious excitement. 

"Go ahead Sam, rub you penis a little, play with yourself," Emily said as she applied some of the lube to the dildo, emulating a stroking motion, which soon Sam copied on his own dick. "That's it Sam, rub your dick for me, doesn't that feel good?"

Just then, Sam let out a heavy breath that sounded almost like a moan. Ashamed he, looked an Emily in panic, but she only nodded and said seductively, "Keep going, that right Sam, show me how you like to play with yourself."

She encouraged with a gentle tone in her voice. Feeling more comfortable with her guidance, Sam's hand started to move faster on his dick, increasing the intensity of his touch, and his pace, as he started to moan quietly.

The sight before her was truly mesmerizing, watching Sam's face flush red, his hands gripping his dick harder, the vein throbbing in intensity on his forehead, and his hips started to pump faster and faster, creating a natural rhythm that was sending his pleasure levels soaring.

Emily's heart raced with excitement, watching her best friend pleasure himself right in front of her, feeling a sense of power and control that she never felt before.

She leaned forward, inch by inch, until their faces were just inches apart, their breaths intermingling into one. Sam was fully engrossed, lost in his pleasure, unaware of what was happening around him. The pressure building up inside him, and yet, he was still in control.

Emily, however, had other plans.

Leaning in closely, Emily started to whisper in Sam's ear. "So imagine, if we weren't alone...imagine say I invited Jack over to play with us". Her voice sounded seductive and sexy. "What if Jack was here too, on the bed and I made him get naked, just like you?"

Sam's breathing was getting heavier, surprised, he turned his head an looked at Emily. Part embarrassed, part shock, but he never stopped stroking his cock. More precum glistening at the tip of his fully erect penis. 

"Am I really doing this?" He asked himself. "I'm fully naked, legs spread and masturbating next to Emily openly," he thought. "And now she's telling me a fantasy and it's about another guy and it's exciting me. I know I'm not gay, but could I be bisexual? Is she really ok with this, will she think differently of me if I?"

"It's ok," Emily said, softly. "Nobody has to know. And besides, isn't this exciting?"

"I'm so ashamed, I can't believe how turned on I am right now," Sam said in almost a whimper. "I never ever thought I could, I would...you know?"

"Shh, it's ok, it's our little secret," Emily reassured him. "It's not really gay if your doing it for me, if it's just you exploring your curiosity. Besides, you seem to like it that I'm taking control?"

Sam simply nodded. He was mesmerized by the thought of Emily having taken complete control. She was in charge now and he really liked it. The idea that she would control another guy, Jack and him at the same time, it wasn't just embarrassing, that shame seem to only make it more exciting. 

"Imagine, I get behind Jack and lead him closer to you," she said as she sat up on the bed in front of Sam. "Imagine, he too is scared, but he can't hide his excitement either. Imagine, he's rock hard and I slowly stand him up, with one hand on his cock and another on his tight butt, then direct him closer to you, so his cock is pointing right at your face."

Sam's breathing got harder, He was looking at Emily, almost pleadingly. 

Emily then lifted the dildo in her right hand, so it was level with Sam's lips. "Would you taste him for me? Would you, would you let him press his cock against your lips," she said as she herself licked her lips. "Would you let him put it in your mouth?" Slowly, she teased the tip of the lifelike dildo on his lips, gently, then pulled away, only to bring it back and pull away again. "Stop stroking and answer me, would you taste him for me?"

Sam was completely still, his hand still on his cock, but he had stopped stroking. As the dildo touched his lips, something inside him made him want to kiss it. "How would she react?" He thought. After all, she's in charge, she's controlling the situation. "Can I just give in?" He pondered in his mind. The second time she brought the dildo to his lips, he kissed it a bit, subtle, but defiantly moving his lips. As she pulled away this time, he was so shocked that he lifted his head as if to reach out to it.

Emily knew he was enjoying this. "It's ok, sweetheart, taste it, let Jack put his cock in our mouth," she said as she suddenly pressed the dildo's tip onto Sam's lips.

Suddenly, without thinking about it, Sam parted his lips. Just a little at first, until the dildo began to slide into his mouth. On instinct, he started to suck it in, while his tongue naturally started to like the bottom of it inside his mouth. It felt good and somehow familiar. 

"That's it, good..." Emily whispered, sounding both sexy and authoritative. "Jack is as nervous as you are. Don't worry, it's ok if it feels good." Emily couldn't help but grin, as she noticed that Sam, had started stroking again, but more slowly, as if his sucking was taking concentration.

Sam couldn't believe how exciting this felt. While utterly humiliated, he felt so horney in this moment like no time before. He was openly sucking a dildo, that Emily held in her hand, while she watched him playing with himself. 

"Mmmm, that does look good, but now for something else," Emily commented as she slowly pulled the dildo from Sam's eager mouth. 

With a gasp and a deep breath, Sam let go of the dildo with his lips, as Emily pulled it away. As if all his dignity was striped away, he just looked nervous and pleadingly at Emily.

Then Emily reached over for the lube. She spread squeezed some onto the head of the dildo, then held the dildo in front of Sam. "Stop stroking your cock for a moment and help to lube up Jack," she commanded, holding the dildo firmly. "That's right, reach out with your hand and stroke the lube all over his cock."

Sam hesitated for a moment, the reached out and placed his hand on the dildo. It was sticky and slick, from the lube and his saliva that was still all over it from his sucking on it. 

"That's right, sweetie, stoke his cock, like you were stroking yours," Emily ordered. "You're going to want him nice and hard." With that, her right hand holding the dildo, her left began to run up the inside of his thigh. Up and down, getting ever so close to his crotch. "Scoot down, sweetie. I want you to lay down on your back a bit more. Scoot down and spread those beautiful legs for me.

Without thinking, Sam stopped stroking the dildo and scooted down until his head was on the pillow and his back flat on the bed. Nervously, he started to bend his knees a bit and spread his legs.

Helping him, Emily gently pushed his legs apart until she had a really good view of his cock, his balls and of course his tight little puckered anus. "Stroke for me Sam, slowly," she said as she started to reach for his balls. With a gentle touch, she rubbed his scrotum with her knuckle and then twisted her wrist to cup them in her hand. 

Sam could believe what was happening, her touch felt so good. He felt owned, like she was holding all his pleasure in the palm over her hand. Then slowly, he felt one of her fingers tease his anus, while she was still cupping his balls. It was electrifying as he couldn't help but let a quiet moan escape his lips.

"You like that? Does that feel good?" Emily asked seductively. "Imagine, Jack is really hard. He's as nervous as you. Would you, if told him to, would you let him...you know...what if I told him to come closer to you?"

Same started to breath harder. He knew, she was thinking about Jack fucking him. Fucking him, as if he was a girl. Fucking him, two slaves, at Emily's mercy, and he was the bottom. Humiliating, so embarrassing and yet in that moment, he wanted to be that slave. 

"So, what if I did? What if I pushed Jack closer to you? His cock raging... What if his cock was pressing at your door?" She whispered. Still holding his balls, she lifted the dildo with her other hand and lead the tip to his anus. "What would you do?" 

Sam just lay there still for a moment. As the tip of the dildo touched his anus he gave an involuntary jerk, then settled and unconsciously opened his legs a little wider. Was he really going the let her, is the thought of getting fucked by Jack really turning him on?

With a gentle push and a little twist, Emily started to push the dildo into Sam's ass. 

Sam felt a surge of fear and excitement as the dildo entered him. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he was surprised by how intense it was. 

As the dildo continued to move deeper into him, he felt a rush of pleasure that he had never known before. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, and he was unsure of whether he liked it or not. 

Emily looked down at Sam with a smirk on her face, enjoying the power she had over him. She knew that he was feeling embarrassed, but also turned on by the situation. She loved seeing him so vulnerable.

For Sam, the feeling was intense, He was being taken, by Emily, by the fantasy of Jack, a guy fucking him at Emily's direction. Without being able to hold it, in, he began to moan. First quietly, then a bit louder. "I can't believe, I...your fucking me, I'm getting fucked and I....I ahh, ahh ahh, I like it," he admitted, shame and humiliation rushing over him. He was being taken and he liked it.

Then suddenly Emily removed her hand from his balls and reached over to Sam's hand. She guided it to the dildo and cupping her hand over his, she guided the dildo in and out until Sam naturally took over. He was now fucking himself with the dildo. "Now stroke for me sweetie, stroke for me as you imagine Jack fucking you. Stroke for me as I watch you being taken."

Emily's eyes locked in with Sam's, watching him surrender himself to her whims, Emily smiled with satisfaction. She felt the power, the control, the pleasure of making him feel so humiliated and yet so desperate for her. As Sam's hand moved the dildo in and out, Emily's other hand caressed his body, tracing circles on his chest, his back, his hips, and between his legs. "You are so beautiful, Sam. Your body is a work of art, and I am your artist.

"Imagine Sam, Imagine I'm watching you, you and Jack. Jack is fucking you at my command. You both belong to me." Emily says forcefully, she too breathing a bit heavier. "You like how that feels, you like that I'm watching you?"

Emily asks, her voice husky and full of desire. Her fingers continue to caress his skin, causing Sam to shiver with delight.

"Yes," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "I love it. I love being watched like this."

"Good," Emily says, a smile playing on her lips. "Because I'm not done looking yet. I want to see you like this, my pretty little slave."

Emily leans forward and plants a soft kiss on Sam's forehead.

Openly moaning, Sam continued to stroke himself and move the dildo fucking his ass. Embarrassment, shame and humiliation, they all swirled around his mind.

"Good boy, keep going for me," Emily urged him on. "Are you getting close for me, are you going to cum for me?"

Sam breathed heavily. "I'm so close, I think, I think I'm about to come." He started to shove the dildo harder and faster in and out of his ass.

Emily teased her hands, stroking his chest, his stomach, and finally reaching his cock. Replacing Sam's, she wrapped her hands around his cock and started to stoke him vigorously. "Cum for me, sweetheart, cum from getting fucked in the ass!"

Sam pushed the dildo deep as he moaned. "Oh god, I'm gonna, I'm cumming!" With only a moment's delay, upon his announcement, his hips lifted and his cock started to spew creamy white ejaculate across his chest as Emily continued to pump his cock. He held the dildo deep inside, no longer pumping until he came to stop. The Dildo still deep in side, he let out a sigh and his body relaxed as the tension left his body and Emily slowed and finally stopped pumping his cock. 

Suddenly, as only in that moment, Sam opened his eyes as if in shock, looking at Emily as if in a panic. 

"Shhhh, relax, that was beautiful. You are beautiful." Emily stroked his cheek gently, as if to reassure him everything is ok. "You have nothing to worry about. You're safe here with me."

Emily whispers softly, trying to reassure Sam. "Relax, take a deep breath, let it all out." She continued to stroke his hair, trying to calm him down.

In the end, Sam was exhausted, physically and mentally, but also satisfied. He felt Emily's touch, her voice, her scent lingering in the room. Her words echoed in his mind, making him feel like a goddess in charge, in awe of his body, his desires, his vulnerability.

Emily's eyes locked with his, she could see his desire, his need to submit. And with that look, Sam felt a new wave of arousal flood his system.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard, allowing Emily to take control of the situation. He trusted her completely, more than he'd ever trusted anyone else before.

"I'm so proud of you, to trust me with experimenting with your sexuality," Emily whispered. "I would love to help you explore more, if you're wiling to let me guide you. Would you do that for me, let me lead you?"

Sam nodded subtly as he looked Emily in the eyes. He knew she had him, completely, she could do what ever she wanted with him and he would comply. 

As Emily tenderly stroked Sam's hair, he felt comfortable and safe in her presence. His mind was still reeling from the intense emotions he had just experienced, but he couldn't deny the sense of liberation he was feeling.

"Thank you," Sam whispered, his voice still weak from his orgasm. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"It's no problem, Sam," Emily replied, her voice low and suggestive.

"I'm happy to help you explore your desires, to give you the guidance and support you need. And I promise, you won't regret it. I'll make sure of it."

"Don't be afraid," Emily whispered, her voice like a seductive caress.