She languished in her bathtub. What a week it had been, between work, errands, duties to the Man, her parents divorce arguments…she felt like a piece of taffy that you see in those ocean-side taffy shops, pulled and twisted this way and that, stretched so thinly that she felt a snap was imminent. Thank goodness her Man knew her so well. As she had dragged ass into the house, He had pulled her into the bathroom, showing her the candlelit grotto, tub filled with the bubble bath she adored, finger foods laid out on the edge of the tub, and His promise of more “goodies” for later, when she had restored her spirit. After He’d carefully fed her, He placed the tiny stereo ear buds into her ears, and she melted back into a peaceful place, the gorgeous notes of Vivaldi clearing her head of all but the lilting beautiful melodies.
Nearly asleep, she started a bit when she felt His finger on her lips, His other hand covering her eyes. She felt fabric sliding over her head…. ahh, yes it was the silken bag He loved to hide her with. He liked to keep her in suspense, never knowing what He would do next, but always keeping her enthralled with His touches.
She felt Him take her hands, helping her to rise from the tub. She felt the softly scented water sluice away from her skin, carrying with it all the cares and worries that had plagued her. She stepped out of the tub, guided by Him, and was wrapped lovingly in one of their huge bath sheets. Expertly, His hands glided up and over her body, molding the sheet to her, letting all the water drops be sucked away from her warm flesh, and then, He pulled it away, dropping it to the floor by her feet.
Carefully she was guided to the bedroom, pulled gently up the bed and secured to the bedpost. She was warm from more than tub water now, for excitement and anticipation were building a fire deep in her loins. The wetness between her womanly folds was not from the bath, but from lust. His hand traveled a path down her body, from her captured wrist down to her ticklish underarm, causing her to squirm a bit, around the side of her breast, down her gently rounded sides to her hips, which were padded more than she liked, but just the way He liked her, so he told her often. Down her leg, across the ankle cuff around her foot, and back up, up. She hoped He’d make a pit stop at her center, she was near to panting for more than just a gentle caress. Still, neither of them spoke. She had been commanded by His finger in the tub, and He, well He would do as He wished, as always.
Sadly, He bypassed the Love Canal, heading instead up the road to her naval, twirling and tickling there, resulting in still more squirming by her. Up between her well rounded breasts, until His hand was cupping her throat. He squeezed, gently at first, then firmly, momentarily cutting off her air, letting her know He was in charge of all her functions when He chose to be. Finally He released her throat, and she drew in a quick mouthful of air through the thin fabric of the silk bag. She felt the hand traveling around her face through the bag, then begin to explore her other side. Slowly, tortuously, His hand travelled and explored the other side of her, but not touching those places she most wanted, most needed His attention to wander to.
As He again avoided her lower lips, she began to writhe on the bed, as much as she was able, begging with every undulation for Him to take her, to touch her. She felt His weight leave the bed.
“Ogodogodogod,” she panted, silently in her mind, the need clamoring to be released.
A soft swishing sensation caught her off-guard.
“What the hell,?” she wondered, bemused. Tracing figure eights around and around her tits, the swishing was driving her mad. It seemed an eternity before the swirling, twirling, multi-stranded sensation stopped.
The first lash of the flogger hit full on her thrusting tit. Her nipple rose to a peak, even as a squeak of shock passed her lips. Again and again he lashed her tits, sometimes several blows in a row in the same place until she was whimpering, then mercifully the angle would change and the other tit would suffer his love touch. He worked the flogger down her abdomen, and lashed blow after blow on her exposed cunt, several times hitting her clit. A scream would geyser from her, her body arch in pain and ecstasy, and her cunt began to leak. Her juices ran down to her ass-crack, soaked the sheet below her.
Finally, at long last , she heard him move closer, then, the bed creaked with His weight, and she felt His cock at the entrance to paradise. With one smooth, hard thrust, He was there, a second thrust brought His balls banging on her ass. There was something…different tonight, and she couldn’t place it. He was hitting her in all the right places, bumping her cervix from time to time, scraping her G-spot, making her wild. As His body moved against the weals and welts He’d placed on her body, as His cock moved in a fierce rhythm within her, the sensory overload sent her spiralling into orgasm, then rolled into yet another. Gasping for breath, dying from the pleasure, she felt Him loosen the silk bag on her sweaty head.
He was leaning across the bed as He pulled it from her, soflty stroking her sweatsoaked, dishevelled hair from her face.
“What?” She gasped out in shock. For He was standing to the side of the bed, while another man was pounding into her, preparing to blow his gasket inside her! Her Master continued to stroke her face with one hand and His hardened cock with the other, a wide smile on his face. He had certainly surprised her this night!
“I am proud of you, my sweet cunt, for you have greatly pleasured Master Steven, hasn’t she, Steven?” With a final deep grunt, Master Steven unloaded his contribution to the evenings festivities deep into her cunt, groaning out,
“Ye-ssssss, so fucking good, your cunt is so fucking goood!”
“Oh my sweet slave,” her Master complimented her, “you have done so well for me this evening. You have brought me much pleasure.”
She knew He spoke in earnest, that he was deeply pleased by what had transpired here tonight, but she was becoming afraid of what was coming next. Her heart began to beat in her chest so hard she was amazed it stayed inside her. Was He cutting her loose after all their time together? Was this, then, a transfer of Ownership, and her bed performance a test she had passed, all unknowing? She felt tears gather in her eyes, for she had loved no man but this one, her Master had saved her, molded her, made her.
He looked deeply into her eyes, seeing her tears, and understood instantly what she was fearful of. He was pleased that she controlled this fear, just as she controlled her responses to all the delightful torments He had given to her over their years together. Finally, he slid his hand up to join hers, still locked at the bedpost.
He spoke quietly to her heart.
“I know you have always wanted a baby, and you know I cannot provide you with one. I have decided to grant your wish, my lovely cunt. Steven and I have been friends for nearly all our lives, and He has long admired you, my slave. When I mentioned that you wanted a baby, Steven graciously offered to contribute his potent sperm.” He smiled at Steven, who sprawled at her side, playing with her reddened, welted tit. He was pulling her nipples, occasionally slipping one into his mouth to suck and chew it, causing her to shiver with pleasure.
And so it began their new life, together. For three is company, and not at all a crowd.