Hi folks, sorry this has been so long in coming, but I’ve been having computer problems and only got the new one on-line yesterday.
This is a follow-up to Damned if you do and after the jaw-dropping feedback that one received (thank you all for that) I hope this can live up to it.
And a BIG thank you to crydun for test-reading a half-finished version of this for me a couple of weeks back, I owe you one lass.
Oh, FF/m, and very very adult.
******
Damned If You Don’t
The last three days had been the strangest, most frustrating, most humiliating and most exciting of my life. What happened when I honestly can’t remember, the details of each day and night melding and flowing with the others, leaving only snapshots of memory for me to cling on to. I’d never felt anything like it as my, my what I wonder? Captors? No, definitely not for I’d chosen this willingly, and even now if I wanted to walk away I could do, they had no physical hold over me to prevent me leaving. Tormentors? Yes, but not in the normal sense of the word, as while ever hour that passed increased my desire and brought renewed frustration and even pain, the pleasure I saw in their eyes when they realised what I was willing to endure for them made the experience a pleasurable one for me as well. Mistresses? Yes, that’s closer, certainly they’d taken to using the phrase themselves, usually to let me know when I was to endure more than the routine teasing they delighted in applying anywhere, anytime we were together. It’s certainly a phrase that summed up the relationship the three of us shared, a bond that, while not a romance in the traditional sense of the word and while still in its infancy, was already a deeper link in terms of trust and understanding than any other I had ever formed.
When I woke on the Friday morning I found myself sandwiched between the two of them, these two women that had become the focus of my existence in such a short space of time. For me, it had become a challenge, a game the likes of which I’d only ever dreamed of before, as I tried to match my own will and self-control against their imagination and inventiveness, a battle I always lost of course but one that was oh so much fun to fight. My hands and feet were loose, as they always had been, they knew that I wouldn’t simply run from them now and had never needed to resort to restraints. Alongside me Sarah stirred, her eyes opening and locking on mine as a smile played on her face. A dull warm golden glow filtered through the curtains and it lent her an almost angelic quality as she reached her hand out to my face, brushing gently down my jaw and neck, even this simple touch sending a shiver through my body.
Her smile grew as she saw my reaction, her hands wandering further down, tracing over my chest and arms, her fingers leaving trails of fire behind them as they travelled onwards. After three days of constant teasing and frustration it felt as if every gentle caress, every whisper of motion against my skin was the most erotic touch imaginable, her lips touching my neck producing the same reaction as they would have touching my manhood a few days earlier. Within moments I was at the edge, wanting, needing that last touch to send me over the edge. Her hands flowed down to my hips, moving inwards and hovering over my straining member, so close I could feel the warmth of her skin, almost feel the pulse of her blood against me. Involuntarily I bucked upwards trying to make some sort of contact and immediately she pulled her hand back and away, her smile changing to something more menacing as her eyes captured mine once more.
From behind me a pair of legs slid around my waist and wrapped around my thighs, feet tucking under my knees. I felt a warmth against my back as Tracy pulled herself close, arms sliding under mine and wrapping around my biceps, her hands locking behind my neck in a grip that, while not painful, held me securely in place. Sarah in the meantime slid down the bed slightly, head disappearing under the duvet as she pulled it up almost to my neck, hiding her actions from view. I tried to keep my eyes locked straight ahead, tried not to react but deep down I knew it to be an impossible task.
Without warning Sarah’s hands raked my ribs, flying up and down my exposed flanks faster than I’d have believed possible. For a moment I held on, but it was a fight I couldn’t win and within seconds I dissolved into laughter, twisting and thrashing but unable to find any purchase or leverage in the position Tracy held me in. I heard a muffled giggle from under the duvet and felt an arm slid around my right side, holding me completely still. There was a pause for a moment and then soft lips caressed my skin, teeth gently raking my stomach as my hidden assailant started to kiss and nibble in a spiral, moving from my right hip up my stomach and round, round, round, all the while gradually tightening the loop towards its inevitable destination.
It was an incredible feeling, both women were artists when it came to tormenting with lips, tongue and teeth and Sarah was putting everything she had into this particular creation. Her touch was at once erotic and electrifying, a warmth and tenderness that seduced effortlessly, making me yearn for me even as my body overruled my desires and fought to escape, the merest caress on my stomach now enough to send me into hysteria. Worse I had a pretty good idea where she was heading, and what she could do when she got there I knew all to well. The spiral narrowed inexorably, and I felt Sarah’s lips twitch against my skin as she grinned to herself. Then her tongue snaked it’s way into my navel, and I was lost.
I screamed, bucked writhed, I swear my skin crawled all by itself trying to escape but it was hopeless. With Tracy holding me in place there was nothing I could do, nowhere to go, no option but to accept that they could do whatever they wished to me and I simply had to endure it. As her hot, wet tongue poked and prodded in an area that only a few days ago I’d never even have thought could be ticklish I lapsed into silent laughter, fighting to get any air at all into my lungs, feeling the now familiar burning in my lungs. Over and over again she dove down, her hands travelling upwards to attack my underarms, taking her tickling assault to another level. Not that she needed to, I was already on the verge of passing out, and as her fingertips touched my skin I felt one last gasp of air be pulled from my body, emerging as a choked burst of laughter as my head fell back and blackness claimed me.
I wasn’t out for long, a few minutes at most, but as I struggled back towards consciousness I was slow in realising what was happening, only that something, somewhere felt incredibly good. Raising my head slowly, still feeling a little dizzy, I saw a sight that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams. Sarah was curled up against my left hip, Tracy on my right, each girl with one hand resting on my thigh, the other cupping and stroking my balls. As I looked towards them they locked their gaze on me and with a look that sent my pulse into orbit lowered their soft lips to my manhood.
What followed was a kind of combined make out session and blow job, both girls clearly enjoying what was happening as they both started to bump and grind against my legs, their tongues dancing into the others mouth and, in the process, around my straining erection. While it wasn’t as directly stimulating as being the sole recipient of their attentions, it was on a scale I’d never even heard of when it came to eroticism. As they neared their peaks their movements became faster, more insistent and I tensed my thigh muscles in time with their movements. I could feel my own release, so cruelly denied for so long rising as well and realised they were going to bring me over the edge as they found their own pleasure, our needs rising and melding into one. I felt Sarah tense, followed an instant later by Tracy and knew I was only a touch or two away from my own pleasure. They gave me the first, and I hovered on the edge, physically panting with desire and need. I felt them slip over that edge as they both tried to crush my thigh between theirs, their mouths came forward to finish me…
…and missed as they each lifted their heads to share a kiss, muffling their cries of passion as their own orgasms washed through their bodies, leaving me at a point I’d never imagined possible. Everything, from the obvious stimulation of two naked bodies wrapped around mine to the simple touch of the cotton bed sheets sent rivers of fire through me, their scent intoxicated me and to my surprise and shame I sobbed, the frustration finally becoming too much as I begged for release, for mercy. The girls unwound their bodies from mine and Tracy slid up pulling my head over to her and resting it on her perfect breasts. I was so far gone I didn’t even notice for at least a minute, and when my body finally started to come back under control I couldn’t work out how I’d ended up in such a position.
“Shhhhh” Sarah whispered, brushing the damp tracks of tears from my face with her delicate fingertips. “It’s okay, it’s okay my love.”
“Please…oh god…please let me…” I groaned, all pretence at self-control gone as I caught her fingers one by one with my lips, kissing and sucking as if they were the key to life itself.
“I’m sorry, but you know the rules you agreed to, that we agreed to. You won’t be allowed your own climax in the week, if you can’t manage that we’ll understand but we need to know now. Can you handle this for one more day?”
I paused, my body insisting it couldn’t, yet my mind, my pride saying otherwise. Not trusting myself to speak I simply nodded, keeping my eyes locked on hers as she stared down at me.
“Alright, but can you control yourself? I know you want to, but we’ll understand if…” She trailed off, a glance down at my aching balls speaking volumes. Again I couldn’t bring myself to speak, and shock my head, admitting the breaking of my self-control to them with that one single gesture.
“In that case, for the rest of the day, we’ll help you out in that regard.” Sarah said, reaching over to a bedside cupboard and pulling a small box from a drawer. She opened it and pulled out a leather strap from which hung five steel rings that caught the light in such a way as to look almost medieval. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my nuts, squeezing gently but firmly, sending a dull pain through me and gradually, oh so gradually, my erection became softer, her grip relaxing as I got about halfway. She slipped the steel rings over my shaft, the largest ring sliding over my balls as well to sit snug against my skin, the other four positioned along the length of my shaft. The leather strap was passed around my waist and buckled shut on the right side, a small silver lock clicked into a retaining loop.
After they’d both cast a critical eye over the device, and made a couple of small adjustments, they curled up to me again and started to caress and nuzzle my chest, neck and ears, sending my pulse soaring once more. As they performed their magic I felt myself rise again and realised too late what would inevitably happen. As my now-trapped manhood grew the rings constricted around my shaft, the more I was stimulated, the more erect I became and the more the rings hurt until eventually the pain overrode the pleasure I was feeling from their attentions and I went down once more.
“Good, very good.” Tracy purred, after having kept a very close eye on my face throughout their little demonstration. “Now we know you’ll not be tempted to break our agreement today. This key is yours when that clock strikes midnight, and so are we.” The last emerged as a growl, and I realised for the first time they were actually looking forward to swapping roles, at least for a while.
“Which means,” Sarah continued, her lips practically touching my ear “that we’ve got you here, to ourselves, for another sixteen hours and we intend to make every single one count.”
“What? Wait… sixteen hours, I thought this was Friday?” I asked, a terrible suspicion creeping over me.
“Yes, that’s right.”
”Well, don’t we have to be in work today?”
”Oh, didn’t we tell you? We’re both off on holiday today, and Tracy called in sick for you yesterday evening, your boss should have got the message by now. So until midnight…” Sarah paused, staring straight at me as she tapped my restrained dick for emphasis with each word.
“…you…”
“…belong…”
“…to…”
“…us…”
The next few hours passed much as they would for any other group of house sharers. There was the usual queue for the shower, breakfast to make, outfits to pick; the usual, normal everyday thing people did when getting ready for the new day. The only real differences for me was having my outfit selected for me, in this case a simple black t-shirt and jeans combo, and the constant, seemingly innocent touches as the two women went past me. To the casual observer they would probably have passed almost unnoticed, but to me each touch threatened to tip me over the edge into madness, a simple brush of fingers against the bare flesh of my forearm sending bolts of lightning through my body, always ending in the same place and making my member twitch in response. While the rings weren’t tight enough to hurt on such a simple touch, they were a constant reminder of what would happen if I allowed myself to react too greatly to the barrage of sensual teases that kept raining down on me.
Just before midday I was called into the living room and entered with some trepidation, knowing that whatever plans lay in store for me they were about to start. My eyes widened as I took in the room and it’s inhabitants. The furniture had all been moved back against the wall, leaving a single two-seat sofa in the middle of the floor. The curtains had been replaced with heavy blackout drapes that left the room in darkness except for the single pool of light cast from the only working spotlight, a pool that surrounded the sofa like a cage. But it was the two visions on that sofa that left me speechless. I’d known of course that both women were beautiful, and that they could look absolutely stunning when they wanted to, but I’d never in my wildest dreams pictured this.
Sarah was dressed in a dark red, in fact it was more blood red, gown that seemed to flow and ebb around her body as if made of liquid silk, hinting at the body underneath but never revealing enough to satisfy even a casual glance, something I was far beyond at this point. The gown rose high on her throat and was complimented perfectly by the black gloves running from fingertip to shoulder made of what seemed to be velvet. A black chocker ran around her throat, blond hair pulled up into a style that had to have taken at least an hour and detailed construction plans to prepare, an intricate web of curls and loops that went perfectly with the formal nature of her outfit to lend her an almost regal air.
If Sarah was the monarch, Tracy was definitely her chief torturer. Sitting together the two friends complimented each other perfectly, to the point you could have simply added the caption “Heaven and Hell” under them and sold the picture a million times over. Tracy was, in that moment, every fantasy of a dominatrix I’d ever had rolled into one. Black leather boots seemed to be moulded to her feet and legs, ending just below her knees, sheer black stockings continuing up her fabulous legs to a point midway up her thighs where they were clipped to a garter belt. The rest of her body was covered by a sheer black satin corset that gave her a figure I hadn’t thought was possible outside of a graphic novel. Her long, dark hair hung free around her shoulders, some sort of wet-look gel or conditioner the perfect finishing touch to a vision of pure, raw, unrestrained sexuality.
Needles to say the sight of these two in those outfits left me unable to think, let alone talk and for a long moment I just stood and stared, realising once more, as if I needed the reminder, why exactly I had agreed to this bargain in the first place. I saw the briefest of smiles flit across their faces as both women revelled in my stunned appreciation, enough to let me know it was appreciated without breaking the mood they were trying to create. Sarah beckoned me over to them and I hastened to comply, any concerns I may have had vanishing in a heartbeat. They stood as I reached them and guided me down onto the sofa, my head resting on one arm, my knees on the other.
“Reach down” Tracy commanded, standing level with my head and towering over me, her eyes bright with excitement as she directed me. I did as she instructed, my fingers touching a hard metal bar about a foot off the floor. “Hold on to it.” She said, a slight tremor of anticipation in her voice now. I wrapped my hands around the bar, finding as I did so I needed to stretch slightly to get a secure grip. As I wriggled my shoulders into a comfortable position against the arm of the sofa I felt Sarah take my bare feet and guide them under what felt like an identical bar. I found myself having to stretch slightly to keep my back flat on the cushions, but the thought of letting go without permission never entered my mind as I waited to hear what they had in store for me.
This is a follow-up to Damned if you do and after the jaw-dropping feedback that one received (thank you all for that) I hope this can live up to it.
And a BIG thank you to crydun for test-reading a half-finished version of this for me a couple of weeks back, I owe you one lass.
Oh, FF/m, and very very adult.
******
Damned If You Don’t
The last three days had been the strangest, most frustrating, most humiliating and most exciting of my life. What happened when I honestly can’t remember, the details of each day and night melding and flowing with the others, leaving only snapshots of memory for me to cling on to. I’d never felt anything like it as my, my what I wonder? Captors? No, definitely not for I’d chosen this willingly, and even now if I wanted to walk away I could do, they had no physical hold over me to prevent me leaving. Tormentors? Yes, but not in the normal sense of the word, as while ever hour that passed increased my desire and brought renewed frustration and even pain, the pleasure I saw in their eyes when they realised what I was willing to endure for them made the experience a pleasurable one for me as well. Mistresses? Yes, that’s closer, certainly they’d taken to using the phrase themselves, usually to let me know when I was to endure more than the routine teasing they delighted in applying anywhere, anytime we were together. It’s certainly a phrase that summed up the relationship the three of us shared, a bond that, while not a romance in the traditional sense of the word and while still in its infancy, was already a deeper link in terms of trust and understanding than any other I had ever formed.
When I woke on the Friday morning I found myself sandwiched between the two of them, these two women that had become the focus of my existence in such a short space of time. For me, it had become a challenge, a game the likes of which I’d only ever dreamed of before, as I tried to match my own will and self-control against their imagination and inventiveness, a battle I always lost of course but one that was oh so much fun to fight. My hands and feet were loose, as they always had been, they knew that I wouldn’t simply run from them now and had never needed to resort to restraints. Alongside me Sarah stirred, her eyes opening and locking on mine as a smile played on her face. A dull warm golden glow filtered through the curtains and it lent her an almost angelic quality as she reached her hand out to my face, brushing gently down my jaw and neck, even this simple touch sending a shiver through my body.
Her smile grew as she saw my reaction, her hands wandering further down, tracing over my chest and arms, her fingers leaving trails of fire behind them as they travelled onwards. After three days of constant teasing and frustration it felt as if every gentle caress, every whisper of motion against my skin was the most erotic touch imaginable, her lips touching my neck producing the same reaction as they would have touching my manhood a few days earlier. Within moments I was at the edge, wanting, needing that last touch to send me over the edge. Her hands flowed down to my hips, moving inwards and hovering over my straining member, so close I could feel the warmth of her skin, almost feel the pulse of her blood against me. Involuntarily I bucked upwards trying to make some sort of contact and immediately she pulled her hand back and away, her smile changing to something more menacing as her eyes captured mine once more.
From behind me a pair of legs slid around my waist and wrapped around my thighs, feet tucking under my knees. I felt a warmth against my back as Tracy pulled herself close, arms sliding under mine and wrapping around my biceps, her hands locking behind my neck in a grip that, while not painful, held me securely in place. Sarah in the meantime slid down the bed slightly, head disappearing under the duvet as she pulled it up almost to my neck, hiding her actions from view. I tried to keep my eyes locked straight ahead, tried not to react but deep down I knew it to be an impossible task.
Without warning Sarah’s hands raked my ribs, flying up and down my exposed flanks faster than I’d have believed possible. For a moment I held on, but it was a fight I couldn’t win and within seconds I dissolved into laughter, twisting and thrashing but unable to find any purchase or leverage in the position Tracy held me in. I heard a muffled giggle from under the duvet and felt an arm slid around my right side, holding me completely still. There was a pause for a moment and then soft lips caressed my skin, teeth gently raking my stomach as my hidden assailant started to kiss and nibble in a spiral, moving from my right hip up my stomach and round, round, round, all the while gradually tightening the loop towards its inevitable destination.
It was an incredible feeling, both women were artists when it came to tormenting with lips, tongue and teeth and Sarah was putting everything she had into this particular creation. Her touch was at once erotic and electrifying, a warmth and tenderness that seduced effortlessly, making me yearn for me even as my body overruled my desires and fought to escape, the merest caress on my stomach now enough to send me into hysteria. Worse I had a pretty good idea where she was heading, and what she could do when she got there I knew all to well. The spiral narrowed inexorably, and I felt Sarah’s lips twitch against my skin as she grinned to herself. Then her tongue snaked it’s way into my navel, and I was lost.
I screamed, bucked writhed, I swear my skin crawled all by itself trying to escape but it was hopeless. With Tracy holding me in place there was nothing I could do, nowhere to go, no option but to accept that they could do whatever they wished to me and I simply had to endure it. As her hot, wet tongue poked and prodded in an area that only a few days ago I’d never even have thought could be ticklish I lapsed into silent laughter, fighting to get any air at all into my lungs, feeling the now familiar burning in my lungs. Over and over again she dove down, her hands travelling upwards to attack my underarms, taking her tickling assault to another level. Not that she needed to, I was already on the verge of passing out, and as her fingertips touched my skin I felt one last gasp of air be pulled from my body, emerging as a choked burst of laughter as my head fell back and blackness claimed me.
I wasn’t out for long, a few minutes at most, but as I struggled back towards consciousness I was slow in realising what was happening, only that something, somewhere felt incredibly good. Raising my head slowly, still feeling a little dizzy, I saw a sight that I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams. Sarah was curled up against my left hip, Tracy on my right, each girl with one hand resting on my thigh, the other cupping and stroking my balls. As I looked towards them they locked their gaze on me and with a look that sent my pulse into orbit lowered their soft lips to my manhood.
What followed was a kind of combined make out session and blow job, both girls clearly enjoying what was happening as they both started to bump and grind against my legs, their tongues dancing into the others mouth and, in the process, around my straining erection. While it wasn’t as directly stimulating as being the sole recipient of their attentions, it was on a scale I’d never even heard of when it came to eroticism. As they neared their peaks their movements became faster, more insistent and I tensed my thigh muscles in time with their movements. I could feel my own release, so cruelly denied for so long rising as well and realised they were going to bring me over the edge as they found their own pleasure, our needs rising and melding into one. I felt Sarah tense, followed an instant later by Tracy and knew I was only a touch or two away from my own pleasure. They gave me the first, and I hovered on the edge, physically panting with desire and need. I felt them slip over that edge as they both tried to crush my thigh between theirs, their mouths came forward to finish me…
…and missed as they each lifted their heads to share a kiss, muffling their cries of passion as their own orgasms washed through their bodies, leaving me at a point I’d never imagined possible. Everything, from the obvious stimulation of two naked bodies wrapped around mine to the simple touch of the cotton bed sheets sent rivers of fire through me, their scent intoxicated me and to my surprise and shame I sobbed, the frustration finally becoming too much as I begged for release, for mercy. The girls unwound their bodies from mine and Tracy slid up pulling my head over to her and resting it on her perfect breasts. I was so far gone I didn’t even notice for at least a minute, and when my body finally started to come back under control I couldn’t work out how I’d ended up in such a position.
“Shhhhh” Sarah whispered, brushing the damp tracks of tears from my face with her delicate fingertips. “It’s okay, it’s okay my love.”
“Please…oh god…please let me…” I groaned, all pretence at self-control gone as I caught her fingers one by one with my lips, kissing and sucking as if they were the key to life itself.
“I’m sorry, but you know the rules you agreed to, that we agreed to. You won’t be allowed your own climax in the week, if you can’t manage that we’ll understand but we need to know now. Can you handle this for one more day?”
I paused, my body insisting it couldn’t, yet my mind, my pride saying otherwise. Not trusting myself to speak I simply nodded, keeping my eyes locked on hers as she stared down at me.
“Alright, but can you control yourself? I know you want to, but we’ll understand if…” She trailed off, a glance down at my aching balls speaking volumes. Again I couldn’t bring myself to speak, and shock my head, admitting the breaking of my self-control to them with that one single gesture.
“In that case, for the rest of the day, we’ll help you out in that regard.” Sarah said, reaching over to a bedside cupboard and pulling a small box from a drawer. She opened it and pulled out a leather strap from which hung five steel rings that caught the light in such a way as to look almost medieval. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my nuts, squeezing gently but firmly, sending a dull pain through me and gradually, oh so gradually, my erection became softer, her grip relaxing as I got about halfway. She slipped the steel rings over my shaft, the largest ring sliding over my balls as well to sit snug against my skin, the other four positioned along the length of my shaft. The leather strap was passed around my waist and buckled shut on the right side, a small silver lock clicked into a retaining loop.
After they’d both cast a critical eye over the device, and made a couple of small adjustments, they curled up to me again and started to caress and nuzzle my chest, neck and ears, sending my pulse soaring once more. As they performed their magic I felt myself rise again and realised too late what would inevitably happen. As my now-trapped manhood grew the rings constricted around my shaft, the more I was stimulated, the more erect I became and the more the rings hurt until eventually the pain overrode the pleasure I was feeling from their attentions and I went down once more.
“Good, very good.” Tracy purred, after having kept a very close eye on my face throughout their little demonstration. “Now we know you’ll not be tempted to break our agreement today. This key is yours when that clock strikes midnight, and so are we.” The last emerged as a growl, and I realised for the first time they were actually looking forward to swapping roles, at least for a while.
“Which means,” Sarah continued, her lips practically touching my ear “that we’ve got you here, to ourselves, for another sixteen hours and we intend to make every single one count.”
“What? Wait… sixteen hours, I thought this was Friday?” I asked, a terrible suspicion creeping over me.
“Yes, that’s right.”
”Well, don’t we have to be in work today?”
”Oh, didn’t we tell you? We’re both off on holiday today, and Tracy called in sick for you yesterday evening, your boss should have got the message by now. So until midnight…” Sarah paused, staring straight at me as she tapped my restrained dick for emphasis with each word.
“…you…”
“…belong…”
“…to…”
“…us…”
The next few hours passed much as they would for any other group of house sharers. There was the usual queue for the shower, breakfast to make, outfits to pick; the usual, normal everyday thing people did when getting ready for the new day. The only real differences for me was having my outfit selected for me, in this case a simple black t-shirt and jeans combo, and the constant, seemingly innocent touches as the two women went past me. To the casual observer they would probably have passed almost unnoticed, but to me each touch threatened to tip me over the edge into madness, a simple brush of fingers against the bare flesh of my forearm sending bolts of lightning through my body, always ending in the same place and making my member twitch in response. While the rings weren’t tight enough to hurt on such a simple touch, they were a constant reminder of what would happen if I allowed myself to react too greatly to the barrage of sensual teases that kept raining down on me.
Just before midday I was called into the living room and entered with some trepidation, knowing that whatever plans lay in store for me they were about to start. My eyes widened as I took in the room and it’s inhabitants. The furniture had all been moved back against the wall, leaving a single two-seat sofa in the middle of the floor. The curtains had been replaced with heavy blackout drapes that left the room in darkness except for the single pool of light cast from the only working spotlight, a pool that surrounded the sofa like a cage. But it was the two visions on that sofa that left me speechless. I’d known of course that both women were beautiful, and that they could look absolutely stunning when they wanted to, but I’d never in my wildest dreams pictured this.
Sarah was dressed in a dark red, in fact it was more blood red, gown that seemed to flow and ebb around her body as if made of liquid silk, hinting at the body underneath but never revealing enough to satisfy even a casual glance, something I was far beyond at this point. The gown rose high on her throat and was complimented perfectly by the black gloves running from fingertip to shoulder made of what seemed to be velvet. A black chocker ran around her throat, blond hair pulled up into a style that had to have taken at least an hour and detailed construction plans to prepare, an intricate web of curls and loops that went perfectly with the formal nature of her outfit to lend her an almost regal air.
If Sarah was the monarch, Tracy was definitely her chief torturer. Sitting together the two friends complimented each other perfectly, to the point you could have simply added the caption “Heaven and Hell” under them and sold the picture a million times over. Tracy was, in that moment, every fantasy of a dominatrix I’d ever had rolled into one. Black leather boots seemed to be moulded to her feet and legs, ending just below her knees, sheer black stockings continuing up her fabulous legs to a point midway up her thighs where they were clipped to a garter belt. The rest of her body was covered by a sheer black satin corset that gave her a figure I hadn’t thought was possible outside of a graphic novel. Her long, dark hair hung free around her shoulders, some sort of wet-look gel or conditioner the perfect finishing touch to a vision of pure, raw, unrestrained sexuality.
Needles to say the sight of these two in those outfits left me unable to think, let alone talk and for a long moment I just stood and stared, realising once more, as if I needed the reminder, why exactly I had agreed to this bargain in the first place. I saw the briefest of smiles flit across their faces as both women revelled in my stunned appreciation, enough to let me know it was appreciated without breaking the mood they were trying to create. Sarah beckoned me over to them and I hastened to comply, any concerns I may have had vanishing in a heartbeat. They stood as I reached them and guided me down onto the sofa, my head resting on one arm, my knees on the other.
“Reach down” Tracy commanded, standing level with my head and towering over me, her eyes bright with excitement as she directed me. I did as she instructed, my fingers touching a hard metal bar about a foot off the floor. “Hold on to it.” She said, a slight tremor of anticipation in her voice now. I wrapped my hands around the bar, finding as I did so I needed to stretch slightly to get a secure grip. As I wriggled my shoulders into a comfortable position against the arm of the sofa I felt Sarah take my bare feet and guide them under what felt like an identical bar. I found myself having to stretch slightly to keep my back flat on the cushions, but the thought of letting go without permission never entered my mind as I waited to hear what they had in store for me.
