Ashley was a woman on a mission, cutting through traffic with abandon, changing lanes at a moment’s notice, and pushing the gas pedal hard whenever she spotted an opening. Her stomach twisted with anticipation, and her throat felt dry despite the many sips of water she had taken from the aluminum bottle that precariously rested on the passenger seat.
There had been no texts exchanged all day, and her phone had remained silent. But that was part of the plan; they had agreed not to communicate until she got home. Still, the lack of contact only heightened her apprehension.
At the traffic light, Ashley’s fingernails tapped nervously against the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the signal, willing it to turn green faster. She almost bit her nails but stopped at the last second; she had given up the habit years ago and didn’t want to start again.
Instead, she nervously tugged on her skirt to smooth out any wrinkles.
Her mind drifted back to the day she had started this whole project, the day Jake had caught her watching porn. She had been so engrossed in the video on her tablet that she hadn’t heard the door open, and he had timed his entrance perfectly, bursting into the room just as she slammed her hips onto a dildo, rubbing her clit as she watched the action on the screen.
She had been on the brink of orgasm, but his sudden appearance had interrupted her pleasure. “Oh, you bastard,” she had exclaimed, half-heartedly covering herself as she panted and groaned.
“I’m the bastard?” Jake replied with a chuckle. “You’re the one getting off by yourself!”
She had tried to throw a pillow at him but missed by several feet.
They had been together for two years, and Jake was always surprised by her slutty side. It was such a drastic difference from the image she projected at the office, where they had met. Once they had started dating, he had quickly discovered her deep submissive streak, and after only a few weeks together, she had nearly given him a “how-to guide” on how to handle her. His genuinely nice-guy disposition had left her yearning for more, and being a dom was a stretch for him but he was willing to transform into this new person for her pleasure.
Catching her masturbating like this, he knew he needed to act on it, to be the devilish dominant she wanted him to be.
“Stay where you are,” he had instructed, unzipping his trousers and leading an already semi-hard penis out of them.
The dildo had slid out of her, but the tone of his voice had immediately turned her on. He grabbed the tablet and pulled it up to his eyes, and she felt ashamed as he started watching.
As she stood motionless, he moved the device to the side and, with a raised eyebrow, asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of something right now?”
She moaned and moved forward to take the growing tip in her mouth. She knew better than to use her hands; part of the thrill was to make it grow without any help.
She recognized the sound of the porn video start again, and her loins immediately tingled. She had been watching her most cherished fantasy, the one that always got her wet.
Jake was watching a man fucking a woman doggy style. The actor was playing the part of the businessman and still had his shirt and tie on, albeit unbuttoned. The woman wore a garter, framing her ass perfectly.
“Surprisingly vanilla,” Jake thought.
The camera was pointed at the couple’s profiles, the actress’ breasts bouncing back and forth as the sound of skin on skin echoed. The man thrust his hips against her, her moans increasing with each new movement.
The camera panned behind the couple, revealing a second woman wearing only a collar and masturbating while watching them.
“Good girl,” he commented, holding the tablet with one hand and the back of Ashley’s head with the other. She loved the feeling of his strong hand preventing her from pulling out too much, forcing her saliva to puddle in her mouth as she was unable to breathe out and swallow.
He asked, “Which one are you in your fantasy? The one watching, I bet.”
He dropped the iPad on the bed to use both hands, pushing himself further each time. Ashley moaned and nodded as he went deeper. She loved giving blowjobs and knew it was in her submissive nature to be of service and attend to her man’s wishes. However, she’d never dared to try deep-throating, worried that she’d end up throwing up on the bed – not the type of humiliation she wanted to go through.
The woman in the video was ordered onto the bed and slid under the woman getting fucked doggy-style, immediately sneaking her tongue between his cock and her pussy to please them both. They called her out in vulgar terms, telling her to use her slut mouth. After a couple of minutes, the actor unloaded on her face.
Jake was moving fast now, asking if she wanted to be a whore to him and another woman. Fueled by lust, he noticed that Ashley nodded her head as much as she could, gagging herself as she pressed her face forward.
“Ahhhh, fuck!!” He yelled out, strings of cum hitting the roof of her mouth as he squeezed himself closer to her.
Ashley dutifully swallowed, pleased with her performance yet feeling lusty as her own orgasm had been broken mid-stride. Within seconds, Jake was giggling on the bed, lying on his back, and quick to kiss her on the cheek. He was what most women wished for in a boyfriend – sweet, mature, and an all-around good guy. Yet she found herself wishing for a firmer hand.
“So, is this really a fantasy of yours?” he asked, still beaming.
“What?” Ashley asked.
“To watch me have sex with another woman while you watch?”
This was probably the right time to admit her secret fantasy; the one she’d kept close to the vest but it was difficult to describe. She enunciated half sentences for a few seconds until the answer became clear.
Jake looked at Ashely with incredulity: “So, you want to have a threesome?” His voice was higher-pitched than usual.
“Not… not exactly… I don’t know.”
‘For a communication expert, I’m really sucking at this,’ she thought before making another attempt. “I… I’d like to catch… er… watch you with another woman. Or catch, then watch, then I’m not sure.”
Jake looked at Ash with a straight face for a second, then laughed, “Get outta here…” and nudging her, he added, “Good one, though.”
Ashley was laying next to him and rested her head between his arm and chest. “I’m kind of serious,” she added.
“Really?”
He felt her nod.
“It’s been in my head for a long time, and you’re the one I trust to do it with.”
“And you’d just be watching?”
“I don’t know. It would depend on the other woman I guess.”
Jake was thinking fast – this didn’t sound like a whimsy demand as he wondered if there would be dramatic repercussions from going through something like this. He figured that most couples likely did not survive the experience.
While most men would jump up and down at the thought… Jake thought of the potential issues.
“Well, it’s only called a threesome if you participate.” He tried to defuse the situation with a little humor.
She giggled at the obvious definition… “Well, it may be a two-some… I don’t know… I’m unsure about that part.”
Jake could only breathe out slowly, stating the obvious: “This is wild stuff.”
“I’m worried about how you may be affected by it – you may get jealous afterward…” He paused and added, “I don’t want to be picking the girl.”
“Why?”
“Cuz’ I ain’t fucking crazy,” he answered laughing. “If this goes sideways at any time – if you get jealous, or if you change your mind, I want to have played very little part in selecting the woman!”
Ashley smiled and gently punched him in the shoulder. She answered, “Don’t jinx it, you jerk.”
“Ok, ok… Still, talk about unexpected conversations.”
“I know. I just wanted to tell you about it because at some point, this body will be old and wrinkled and this is something that I may regret if I don’t do it. Just wanted to know if you were ok with it.”
“Regardless of the reason, I’m glad you’re telling me about it,” he kissed her on the forehead, “And I’d be lying if I said this isn’t a turn-on.”
They agreed that she’d think about it some more – there wasn’t much to think about but now that she shared her secret, Ashley felt a weight lifted from her. She only wanted to fantasize about it some more and figure out the next steps.
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The very next day, Ashley started on her new project, figuring this was going to be a straightforward process. First, she was the right gender, not just a creep looking to get laid; second, Jake and she were both attractive, and finally, they lived in a large city. If they had a chance of finding a kink mate, might as well start with a large pool of applicants!
Figuring this was going to be a slam dunk, Ashley posted a short ad on a few local sites and added a picture of themselves at a beach during a recent trip – she blurred out the faces but you could see their toned bodies. She mentioned wanting to watch someone make love to her boyfriend while she stood to the side.
She received five responses on the first day – all of them from men asking if she was open to an active threesome. Two women answered as well, only to be revealed as boys trying to get nude pictures.
Within a few days, she realized she may not be able to find the right person so easily.
She read forum posts, learned that the female version of a bull was called a cake and that they had one major difference: finding a guy that would fuck your wife was like shooting fish in a barrel. A cake, on the other end, was so rare that it had earned the nickname of a ‘unicorn’.
She finally decided to post her ad once more, this time in the BDSM section of a popular website. She added details of her life, the fact that she had never been with a woman but enjoyed humiliation, and finally, her insatiable desire to submit.
Once again, a few men responded and were quickly discarded. A couple of real women also joined in this time. The first qualified herself out with a crass response filled with horrible grammar.
The other one, Patricia, piqued her interest. She described herself as bisexual, dominant, and with experience in threesomes. She also sent a picture of herself without hiding any part of her face and Ashley found her immediately attractive. The description annotated that she was five feet six, 125 pounds, and with a generous bust. She was between partners and looking for some extra-curriculum activities. She’s added smiley emojis which Ashley appreciated – this was supposed to be fun!
They exchanged a couple of notes back and forth but Patricia asked to use an anonymous chat application that would allow them to talk without revealing their phone numbers.
Patricia was anxious to move this quickly but she was also realizing that no one else had come close to checking as many boxes as Patricia.
She quickly created a throwaway account, and wanted to think of something creative for a username but came up with nothing. It did not matter as she was asked for a first name on the next page.
Patricia: Hi – you there?
Ashley: Hi! This feels a bit surreal.
Patricia: For me as well – I’ve never answered an ad before.
Ashley: I’ve never posted one before 🙂
A pause and then, Ashley added, “Why did you answer mine?”
Patricia: Well, the first thing I saw was your picture; I’d be lying if I didn’t say you guys are SUPER attractive!
Ashley: Thank you!
Patricia: But also your tone was very earnest. And you posted this in a BDSM forum, my own dark secret. Ahah.
And then, to be completely honest, I was having a little wine and was really horny so I decided to answer. Not sure I would have otherwise.
Ashley: Yeah, grapes!
Patricia: LOL. Indeed.
Have you received a lot of emails?
Ashley: Yes, by guys. Real women, not so much.
Patricia: It’s so annoying – but there’s always a doubt. Even now with us, I bet.
Ashley: A little.
Patricia: How about using the call feature on this app? It’s also anonymous and at least, we’ll both be at ease once we can hear each other’s voices.
With little hesitation this time, Ashley agreed. It felt safe. She looked at the app on her phone, getting ready to press the button when the app came to life, indicating that Patricia was calling her.
“Hi,” Ashley said, trying to sound at ease.
“Hi,” the voice replied. “Success! We now have definite proof that we’re not two old men perving out.”
Ashley giggled. “That’s true.”
Patricia waited for a beat and said, “Thank god I quit smoking years ago – my voice would be a lot deeper today.”
Ashley laughed again, much more at ease.
Patricia added: “I’m a little nervous by the way, but I like your voice.”
“Oh, thank you.” Her tone had shifted slightly, almost indicating her position with a hint of reverence. “I like yours too.”
And she did. Patricia sounded cool… in control. There was a nice rhythm to her sentence with no rush to it. She controlled the pace.
Immediately at ease, the women started chatting and Patricia explained that she was particularly intrigued about the ad because of her own opposite tendencies: she had always felt an attraction to both sexes and had been a Dom to one or more partners in the past. Her kink went back so far that she had taken psychology classes at the university to figure herself out – only to realize that she was having more fun doing it than learning about why she wanted to do it.
She chuckled when Ashley asked if she should lay down on the shrink’s couch for the rest of their discussion. They both laughed when Patricia answered that it was tempting to imagine her laying down.
“So let’s talk about this fantasy of yours – it is intriguing. And your husband looks gorgeous btw – both of you do.”
“Thank you!” Ashley answered, pleased to hear the comment. “Not my husband though.”
“Ah right, boyfriend.” Patricia acknowledged.
Ashley took a breath. “Well, the not-so-short answer is that I’ve fantasized about this for years.” She breathed in and added, “I think it’s evolved over time. At first, I got excited just from thinking of being on the sidelines while my partner would have sex right next to me. Now, I’ve gotten to understand – much later than you – that it could lead to more. I used to see myself as a viewer only, and now I imagine doing… other things.”
“Mmm… ‘Other things’ is good.” Patricia laughed, then carried on, “When did you realize you had a submissive streak?”
Her voice lowered as if she was asking what her secret was – and in a way, that’s exactly what she was asking.
“Oh, I think I realized it a while back but repressed it, you know… With Jake, I opened myself more…”
“Is he a strong dom?”
Ashley laughed, “Oh not at all. I almost have to tell him exactly what to do, but he’s been getting better. I know he plays a role and it’s not a natural thing for him to do.”
“Is this why you’re looking for a third party?”
Ashley’s mind worked in overdrive. She loved how cool and poised Patricia sounded. Her tone was of a natural dom, telling her how to behave – or talk in this case.
She naturally replied, “Well, in the back of my mind, it doesn’t really feel like real domination because I know he won’t push me or surprise me. But he made me comfortable enough to tell him what to do. And that’s pretty nice overall.”
“For sure. That’s great you’re able to do that. Trust is everything in relationships. That’s also a great way not to answer my question,” she laughed but dropped the topic.
“Let’s dig in – just from the top of your head, top three fantasies, or things that you love when being dominated.”
Ashley felt warm, she was getting excited from the conversation. Just talking about this to a stranger had made her want to touch herself.
Patty added, “I know it’s abrupt, but let’s call a cat a cat – that is what we’re talking about.”
Ashley swallowed as her mouth was getting dry.
“I’m… I’m very good at oral… I like to perform it.”
“Are you now?” Patricia said with a tone of obvious interest.
“I’ve never done it with a woman though.”
“Yet,” Patricia added and they both laughed. “Ok, what about oral turns you on when we’re talking about domination though?”
Ashley felt as if she did not respond correctly and immediately wanted to do better to impress Patricia. She needed to simply tell the truth. Taking a deep breath, she finally replied.
“I… I imagine myself being ordered to service a stranger. Whether I’m in the mood or not, whether he’s handsome or not… It doesn’t matter, I’m told to put him in my mouth and pleasure him.”
She was breathing faster already at her admission.
“Like a good slut,” Patricia stated.
“Mm-mmm.”
“What else? I’m not going to help you by making suggestions, I really need you to explain this on your own.”
Ashley bit her lip. She knew she was getting turned on and she was encouraged by Patricia’s response. It was time to quit mocking about and be truthful.
“Humiliation is a big part of it. This may not sound very original, but I get incredibly excited when he treats me like… a slut.”
“Mmm… I see… Objectification, dirty talk towards you, and so on, I assume.”
“Yes,” Ashely answered in a quieter voice. “Being told what to do and pushed further than expected.”
“Interesting. Do you come easily or is this something that plays into it?”
“How so?”
Patty liked that she asked. Rather than trying to please her and answer a question she didn’t understand, she asked for clarification.
“Does edging play a part in this?” Patty’s voice was also becoming more sultry, turned on by what Ashley was telling her. She half expected to have to explain what edging meant but Ashely was quite familiar.
“Oh, I think that would be the third one then, but I don’t go very long without an orgasm.”
“How long usually?”
“Rarely more than two days… I’ll masturbate if needed.”
“And you can have more than one?”
“Yes… three to four usually.”
“Ok. Thank you, Ashley.” Patricia sounded like an administrator at the end of an interview. She carried on, “Now, at the risk of disqualifying myself for this, I’d like to tell you what I’m looking for.”
Ashley was surprised: it had not even crossed her mind that Patricia wanted something out of this for herself. She felt silly and self-centered.
There was a pause as Patricia chose her words. The aim was to make a point early on and use direct language.
“I’ve had male and female lovers. I enjoy them both, but not equally as I love to dominate women the most.” She let her words sink in. “I’ll happily take on another male lover, so as long as I gain a female sub, not just a peeping Tom.”
Patricia let the words hang in the air, supposing that they had profound effects on Ashley. After a few seconds, she added: “That means you would have to behave how I tell you and when I tell you.”
She could sense the sub hanging on her every word. “I would be in charge of your body. I would decide how it will be used for my pleasure.”
Ashley was breathless. Her loins had already heated up and she was pressing her fist against her groin, then slowly lifted her skirt.
“Now, tell me, slave Ashley… Is this what you’re looking for as well?”
The s-word had been pronounced… It was the first time someone called her that and it had been effortless.
“Yes. I’d… I’d like that,” she heard herself answer.
“I thought you would…” Patricia answered.
Patricia let the silence linger and finally asked: “Are you getting turned on hearing about it?”
“I… I am.”
With an encouraging tone, Patricia said, “To get into the habit of being what you are (she said ‘what’ not ‘who” Ashley noticed), you should use complete sentences and words that are at your level. For example, you have a pussy or a cunt. It gets wet because you’re a slut. Do you understand?”
Ashley couldn’t believe her ears. Patricia had turned it up so quickly. Each new sentence felt like a revelation – the exact words she wanted to hear, the exact way she wanted to be treated.
“Yes… Yes. My… my pussy is getting wet…” It felt naughty to tell her that on the phone while she was alone. It excited her even more.
“Good. From what?”
“From you talking about dominating me.”
“Try the full sentence and see how it feels.”
There was no hesitation: “My pussy gets wet when I think of you dominating me.”
“Better, uh?”
“Yes,” Ashley answered softly.
“Tell me, pet Ashley, where are you now? And what are you wearing?”
There was no hesitation; she wanted to respond immediately and show what an attentive girl she was. “I… I’m in my home office. I like to dress as if I was going to work, so I’m wearing a skirt and a blouse.”
Patricia was pleased. Her answers were engaging and descriptive. She was putting effort into the conversation.
“Have you spread your legs and started touching yourself already?” Patricia pursued.
“I’ve… I’ve pulled up my skirt,” Ashley confessed.
“Good girl. Did you check if you were as wet as you think you are?”
“Not… not yet.”
Ashely slipped a finger underneath her panty line and sunk it into her folds. It slid easily against her moist skin. “Oh my god; I’m drenched.”
“Mmm… If you want to play, you’re going to have to beg for it!” Patricia said with a sultry voice.
Ashley felt as if this was everything she’d ever wanted – to be told what to do, forced to humiliate herself. Her body seemed electrified. Getting pleasure out of pleasing others.
“P… Please,” the words came out with some hesitation, “may I touch myself?”
Patricia immediately replied, “You’re going to have to do much better than that.”
Ashley took a breath and understood what was expected. She knew she was expected to take with crude language. A small step towards humiliation.
“May… May I play with my pussy, please?”
Patricia was elated by Ashley’s behavior. It seemed this was a match made in heaven and she only needed to reinforce her action.
“What do you want to call me? I can tell it’s on the tip of your tongue.”
And it was.
“I… May I call you Mistress?”
“You may,” she said unable to hide the smile in her voice. “And you may rub your pussy.”
Ashley started to circle against her clit. “Oh, thank you, Mistress.”
“And while you’re rubbing your clit between your fingers, you’ll tell me a filthy secret of yours.”
Ashley was already panting, she had trouble focusing her thoughts… “Quick, think of something to say!”
“I… I get off on the idea of being forced to please a stranger.”
“Mmm… Is that so? What if that someone happens to be a woman?”
Patricia knew she was increasing the tempo, but she felt in charge of the conversation. Things were going well.
“I’d obey!” Ashley was losing control – she wanted nothing more than to worship this stranger.
“You should know I am demanding. If we were out and about and I’d get horny, I’d just pull you into a bathroom stall and lift my skirt so you can pleasure me with your slutty tongue. I don’t care if strangers can hear us or see your feet sticking out of the stall.”
Patricia could only hear Ashley’s breathing, it was labored and she was muttering to herself.
“I alone decide the pleasure you’ll give and receive, and in which fashion. Do you understand?”
“Yes… Yes, Mistress… ugh…”
“As a matter of fact, I may just decide to share you with someone else that’s just walking by… A perfect stranger. Perhaps handsome, perhaps not. Maybe clean, maybe not.”
“Why, is my little slut already close to coming?”
“Oh god. I am, Mistress.”
“Tell me what’s going through your mind.”
“I’ve… I’ve always wanted to be dominated like this and it feels so exciting. It’s like you already know why I’m looking for and saying exactly what I want to hear.”
Her breath was getting shorter.
“Being collared for the first time is an amazing feeling,” replied Patricia. “Matter of fact, I imagine holding you with a leash tied to a leather collar while on your hands and knees. You are naked, your breasts feel heavy and your nipples are so hard they hurt. You are waiting for my instructions.”
Lewd images flashed through Ashley’s mind as her fingers itched the burn between her legs. She moaned loudly into the phone.
“Yes, Mistress, I can feel my wetness from being completely exposed, legs apart while waiting for your command.”
“Mm… very nice, pet,” Patricia encouraged. “Go ahead and get on all fours. Reach between your legs and start touching yourself. What else are you thinking of?”
She could hear Ashley move about quickly. The phone was set on the floor and her pet’s voice became slightly more distant.
“Oh… thank you, Mistress… I don’t know what you’re going to ask of me next. Will I have to take a stranger’s cock in my mouth or satisfy you? I’m just there on my knees… Oh god,”
“Are you ready to cum, my little slut?”
“Oh yes, Mistress, I am.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please Mistress,” she answered with urgency, “Please Mistress, can I come?”
There was a pause. Patricia knew that Ashley was too far gone to stop. This was no time for edging as she wanted to be associated with pleasure.
“Tell me you’re my slave and will obey my demands.”
“Oh god, I’m going to cum…” She hoped Patricia was going to allow her but she only got silence from the line.
“I’m your slave and…mmmm… I’ll obey all your commands!!”
“Then cum, my pet.”
Patricia heard an explosion of moans through a clenched jaw on the other end of the line. Patricia could almost picture Ashley’s eyes going white while she strained her neck. The length of the climax was a giveaway as to its strength.
Patricia was touching herself as well but she wanted to cum after the call. Once she was done pushing her new toy.
“How did that feel?”
Ashley was breathing hard and started moaning… “Oh, it felt so good. Oh my god… Thank you, Mistress.”
“Are you alert?” Patricia waited for Ashley to catch her breath.
“Yes… Yes, thank you,” Ashley repeated.
“I want one more phone call with you before agreeing to anything. This will allow you to back out as well.”
“Ok, yes…” Ashley was still disoriented.
“Regardless, and whether we end up meeting or not, you are not allowed to cum between now and then, do you understand?” And without waiting for an answer, she added, That means that if we decide not to pursue each other, you’ll be free to masturbate and cum right after our next call, but if we agree to meet… you are to be free of orgasm between now and then.”
“Oh my god,” whispered Ashley.
“That’s not all. While you are forbidden from cumming, you must masturbate once a day.”
“But between Masturbation and satisfying Jake, how can I not get an orgasm? I’m afraid I might come!”
Patricia chuckled. “That’s the point, dear. I want you to be on edge, craving release, but unable to attain it without my permission. You’ll have to learn to control yourself and your urges.”
Ashley’s mind raced as she tried to imagine how she would be able to resist the temptation to orgasm. She was used to having a fulfilling sex life with Jake, but now that she was under Patricia’s control, everything had changed.
Patricia’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. “And if you can’t control yourself, you’ll be punished.”
Ashley shuddered at the thought of punishment. She didn’t know what that would entail, but she knew she didn’t want to find out.
“I understand,” Ashley said softly.
“Good girl,” Patricia purred.
Ashley swallowed nervously. She knew she was in for a challenging few days.
They hung up and after a minute more, Ashley dropped the phone on the couch next to her leg and closed her eyes. “Wow… wow…”
“What the hell just happened?”
She was still shocked by what just transpired: she went from qualifying a stranger that would sleep with her boyfriend to submitting over the phone and having one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced.
This had to be the fastest she’d ever climaxed.
So much for her lack of interest in women. Jesus.
Had she yearned for domination for so long that even a woman could get her to submit or was it that she’d unknowingly wanted it all along?
Jake had had a stronger hand over the past few months, and she knew he was doing his best to get her off, but it wasn’t close to how Patricia handled her.
Ashley got up in her home office, only to let herself fall backward on her day bed. “Fuuuuuuck!” Her mind screamed again.
She would now need to tell Jake that she found the other woman, but how much should she reveal about what just happened? It was pretty clear that her infatuation with being cheated on was a cry for humiliation.
“Was she Patricia’s slave now?” Ashley thought to herself, somewhat in disbelief of the statement made during their recent phone conversation. Despite her reservations, she couldn’t shake off her excitement.
She spent the rest of the day daydreaming about sessions with her new mistress, her hand pressing against her womb repeatedly. It was impossible to focus, instead, images of submission kept popping into her mind. Leashed, nude, horny.
She had never thought of cheating on Jake and was not truly considering it now either. But she’d be damn if Patricia had not said everything she’d ever wanted to be told by someone else. It was even more exciting because she was a woman. A man would likely just want to take her, but Patricia would play cerebral games too.
Jake finally came home late that night and Ashely jumped from the couch, nearly running to the door, slipping her tongue in his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and smiled.
“Hey, you too,” he said as she covered him with kisses. “Did you buy an expensive pair of shoes?” This was a recurring joke; she always seemed to embrace him after large expenses.
“Nnn-nnnh…” she answered shaking her head left to right. “I’m just feeling very horny.”
Within seconds they’d torn their clothes off and she’d wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed some more and felt each other’s bodies, but he could tell that preliminaries were not required tonight – she only wanted him inside her. Ashley loosened up so he could grab his shaft and put the head in front of her vagina. He noticed how slick she was and easily thrust himself inside her.
“Ahhh,” she exclaimed, throwing her head back. He pushed himself slowly inside her, each time going deeper.
Ashely bit her lip, her voice jerking from his hips slamming into hers.
“I found her,” she announced.
Pushing himself all the way in, Jake looked perplexed.
“The woman I was looking for… for you… I found her.”
She licked him from neck to chin, as he caught on.
“Mmm.. the one you want to watch me fuck her right in this bed, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, baby, yes!”
She pulled him closer, his hips slapping into hers with increased pressure.
‘And what are you gonna do while I fuck her?” He asked, sliding one arm under each knee, locking her wide open as he looked at her intently.
“Oh fuck. Anything,” she panted, “Anything she wants.”
He pulled out to just leave the tip of his cock inside her, moving almost imperceptibly, toying with her.
“I bet you’d love it if she took complete control, order you around and tell you what to do while that cock is inside her.”
Ashley was thrilled. “Oh god, yes!!” Should she tell him? Should she confess to having been dominated? But no, Patricia had requested her silence. She sank her fingertips into his cheeks, letting him push deeper inside her.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” he asked, immediately reminding her that she was not allowed to. She squirmed and asked him to finish on her stomach, telling him she wanted to see him shoot his cum.
“Really? What about you?” He asked somewhat surprised but he’d also finished like this before.
“You come, baby… Come on me.”
He erupted, one of his ropes reaching her neck as she rubbed her skin with his sperm. She immediately took him in her mouth to clean him up. Mistress Patricia would be proud, she thought.
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“Oh…” Patricia said, with a surprised tone. “I’m not expecting you there, hun.” She let the sentence hang in the air for a moment before carrying on, “You and I are already well acquainted; I’m comfortable with you and as much as I would love to meet, I want to keep this a final surprise. I do need to meet Jake first to make sure that I can be comfortable with him though.”
Patricia’s head was spinning. She’d confessed to her lover about her desire to meet another woman and become a cuckquean, and now she was being told that she wasn’t going to be at the first meeting.
Patricia knew damn well Ashely expected to be part of their first meeting and she couldn’t keep from smirking as she just announced the news. This was an important step in getting Ashely to submit to her will.
“I wasn’t expecting that to be honest,” Ashley answered.
Patricia did not answer, she knew when to be quiet. After a moment, she stated nonchalantly. “It’s not always about watching… Sometimes, it’s the eagerness of knowing that something could be going on, but you don’t know. That feeling picking at your brains, and ultimately, making you very, very wet…”
Ashley folded and replied, “I guess it makes sense to meet with him alone since you and I already ‘know’ each other.”
“Bingo,” Patricia thought while stating “Good girl”, out loud.
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Ashley scratched her thigh while at the red light – parting the slit of her skirt and revealing her entire leg. She had dressed sexier than usual, perhaps as a hint of a woman’s jealousy, she wanted Jake to see her at her sexiest before meeting Patricia later.
As she got closer to the apartment, Ashley could feel dampness under her armpits. She knew her panties were already drenched. She tugged on the fabric below her arms but there was little she could do about her crotch, save from taking her panties off, which wasn’t going to happen with the skirt she was wearing, except with a good pair of scissors.
She finally arrived on her street and looked for parking while craning her neck up to check for Jake’s silhouette moving inside her apartment. It all seemed quiet.
Could Patricia have taken him to a hotel to fuck his brains out? Oh god, she didn’t want to walk into an empty apartment.
After a couple of blocks, she found a parking spot, rushed outside, and was already twenty paces away when she remembered to press on the fob and lock it.
She looked at the windows of the apartment building once more but still did not see any activity. Patricia was supposed to have met Jake a little earlier – a face-to-face verification before agreeing on a future date for the three of them to meet.
Ashley was hoping that Patricia did not get last-second jitters and not show. It wasn’t hard to imagine: of course, it was dangerous for a woman to show up at a stranger’s apartment.
“Maybe they were having drinks somewhere… or fucking somewhere.” She felt her thoughts spiraling out of control. “ENOUGH!” she scolded herself.
Ashley entered the old brownstone and walked up the stairs – part of a daily oath never to take the elevators and keep those glutes in shape.
She stared at the keyhole for a few seconds and worked the key before opening the door slowly. Ashley was too nervous to say anything or call out for Jake. The apartment was completely silent. Glancing around, she couldn’t see anything that would betray a visitor: the coat hanger was free of jackets, and there were no shoes on the floor or drinks on the table.
She dropped her purse and leaned against the kitchen counter, slowly breathing out. She felt her skin moist with perspiration.
Then she heard it and froze.
Did it come from her place or was it just noise from the street?
She heard it again though, this time louder.
A woman’s moan.
Ashley dropped her purse and cautiously made her way toward the bedroom. As she walked on the hallway rug, she realized she was acting more like a thief than a homeowner but she felt so anxious about what she may find that her stomach tied in a knot.
As she approached the bedroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror: the reflection of a woman in her early thirties, with short dirty-blonde hair, large green eyes, and high cheekbones. Despite having worked a long day at the office, she still looked the part. As an avid swimmer, she had a lean and toned body, and despite the rigorous exercise, still displayed a C-cup breast with pronounced nipples.
Her thigh was exposed through a slit in her skirt, which contrasted nicely with her white shirt. She could have easily passed for a professional lawyer but despite her appearance, she felt far from a powerful executive as she approached the bedroom door. Instead, her throat was dry and her breathing was labored; she was both anxious and excited at the thought of what she may find on the other side.
A post-it note with handwriting that wasn’t her boyfriends’ was on the door.
“Take off your clothes. Keep shoes on. Wait one minute and knock.”
It could only be her mistress, and she felt a rush of excitement and fear. She glanced at her appearance and touched her hair and pubis through her skirt, realizing she had been sweating for more than an hour.
She nervously unbuttoned her shirt as she heard the moans of pleasure and let her skirt slide to her ankles. She was grateful she could keep her shoes on since they made her figure look better. She removed her panties and nervously tugged on the little patch of hair above her clit as she quietly counted to sixty. She caressed her breasts and sides out of nervousness, then put them by her side, as if she expected to be reprimanded for moving without asking permission.
After a minute had passed, she knocked twice. The moans and grunts behind the door only grew louder. After a few seconds, she wondered if she should knock again but decided against it. She heard giggles and finally, a woman’s voice: “Come in.”
Ashley held the doorknob, feeling like an intruder in her own home. She had trouble gathering her thoughts, and swallowing seemed harder than usual. She pressed her clenched hand against her breasts while closing her eyes, as if in silent prayer. She reminded herself that she had asked for this, and it was what she wanted.
Slowly pushing the door open, Ashley saw her bed from the base to the headrest. She saw Jake on top of Patricia, making out passionately. He was naked, his mouth going from her nipples back to her mouth, his left hand caressing the side of her body while he held himself above her by resting on his forearm. They seemed lost in the moment and hadn’t noticed Ashley’s presence yet.
Ashley’s first thought was, Oh my god, it’s happening! Her second thought was that they looked gorgeous: Patricia’s olive skin and black hair flowing against the cream-colored bedspread.
Ashley noticed a chair in the center of the room, which had been moved from its usual spot in the corner of their bedroom. It was a clear invitation for her to sit and watch.
She remained at the door for what felt like an eternity, peeping like an outsider into her own bedroom. The surreal scene was even more awkward since she was naked and removed from the warmth the lovers exhibited.
Finally, she slowly made her way towards the chair, her heart was beating out of her chest, her loins tightening inside her. That sex-hunger-driven anxiety she’d felt so often fantasizing about something like this gave her goosebumps. The sex-hunger-driven anxiety she had often felt while fantasizing about this gave her goosebumps.
They knew she was in the room. Ashley knew they knew. And yet, there had been no sign of acknowledgment, no winks or smiles. It was as if there was a bubble around them and she had not yet been allowed to peer through.
As her cheeks flushed with shame, she couldn’t deny the intensity of her desires any longer. She felt the slick, warm wetness between her legs, a physical manifestation of her longings finally being realized.
By the time she got to the chair, Patricia gave her a glimpse and bit her lip while devouring her with her eyes. The photos had not done her justice, she thought: that little sub was gorgeous.
Another post-it note was on the arm of the leather chair.
“Seat.
Spread wide – one leg on each arm.
No touching!!”
Oh god. To be exhibited like this as they were both making love in front of her!
She sat silently and immediately spread her legs as instructed. She knew that any sense of intimacy was gone, her arms by her side, her breasts hanging naturally now. Shamefully, she scooted forward and hung her legs on each arm, offering a view of both her holes to the couple.
While they were caressing each other with eroticism, she was left to display herself like a cheap whore.
God, she wanted to rub her clit so furiously.
Jake was mouthing Patricia’s nipple tenderly, alternating between flicks of his tongue before looking like he wanted to swallow the breast whole. Everything he did seemed to spark moans as Patricia cooed.
Ashley watched Jake palm each breast and kiss Patricia further and further down on her body. He seemed intent on going down on his new partner and while Ashley had expected a wild evening, she still thought some things would remain off-limits. How silly, she immediately realized: Jake was free to do what he wanted since she’d been the one asking to be humiliated!
As if on cue, Patricia spread her legs wider, allowing Jake to comfortably kiss her thighs and let his tongue run from her slit to her clit, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. She turned her head towards Ashley and smiled, moving the tip of her fingers between her teeth.
Fucking tease.
“You know what your woman wants this evening?” Patricia asked Jake, and not waiting for an answer, “She begged me to make sure she would be properly humiliated.”
Jake just moaned, looking at Ashley as she blushed. He wasn’t surprised that the girls had already made some plans.
“See how wet she is, how turned on it makes her to see you with another woman?”
“Pull your lips apart and show how horny you are!” Patricia ordered as Ashley immediately complied.
Jake couldn’t believe how dominant the woman he’d met ninety minutes ago had become; she had been nothing but sweet and sexy at the bar, and now… The results were clear: Ashley was dripping; he could see her lips shining with her juices.
Her eyes lingered on Ashley, lit like fireworks, with a mischievous smile across her face. Then she clenched her teeth and bucked her hips, closing her fists on the sheets and groaning “Oh fuck, yeah… Oh god, oh god!”
“Do you want to touch yourself? Say it out loud,” Patricia ordered, staring intently at the cuckquean.
It didn’t matter that Ashley had shared her fantasies in front of Jake, she was still shameful in front of the couple.
“If you don’t say it, you have to close your eyes,”
“I want to touch my clit,” finally letting the word escape.
“Mmm… Now say it how a slave would say it.”
Not knowing if Patricia wanted her to be more vulgar or submissive, she stated: “I… I want to touch my cunt, Mistress.”
Jake paused as he heard his girlfriend refer to the woman he was eating out as “Mistress”. That had gone fast, he thought.
“Oh, I like that,” exclaimed Patricia. Patricia rubbed Jake’s hair and smiled, “You don’t mind if that becomes my new title, do you?”
“Uh-uh,” Jake answered, feeling too lucky to change the dynamic.
“You may then.”
Ashley’s hands immediately got busy, caressing her thigh and rubbing her clit with her other hand. It felt as if she was finally opening the dam’s door, releasing energies that had been contained too long. She had goosebumps on her arms, almost shivering with excitement.
The pleasure was short-lived, however. Her body responded immediately, forcing an uncontrolled buck from her hips. She knew she had to stop and simply let her fingers linger just around her clit.
Patricia’s calculated orchestration was unsubtle to Ashley. She understood the goal – get her to slowly but surely participate in the evening. Her pussy wanted so much attention that anything that would allow her to get some relief was now a welcome event.
“Please fuck me, Jake… And have your side piece check to see if I’m ready for you,” Patricia nodded to Jake to move down as she turned around and got on all fours, offering the glorious view of her ass as she spread her legs. Too happy to bring Ashley in the mix, Jake made way for his girlfriend to join.
Ashley brought her legs together and rose, somewhat uncertain about how to behave but got closer to the bed. She grew confident when she saw Patricia’s gaze of desire. She climbed onto the bed with one knee while her other foot remained on the ground, then waited for further instructions.
“Good,” Patricia said as she stared backward. “Now check and make sure I’m wet enough.”
Jake liked that Patricia was taking the leadership role. She seemed completely at ease telling his girlfriend how to behave and he felt relieved about not having to be the dom this evening – he may be able to enjoy himself without putting on the dominant attitude Ashley liked so much.
Ashley had never touched another woman’s pussy and hesitantly moved toward Patricia’s, sliding between the two lovers. If she had any remaining thoughts against being with a woman, the sight of her Mistress’ pussy shredded them to pieces. Her lips were full, slightly parted, and shining from excitement. She brushed the tip of her fingers against Patricia’s pussy, wanting to sink them deep within her folds.
“Mmm… mmm… You’re only allowed to check with your nose.”
The tone was firm and Jake couldn’t help but smile at the devilish plan that was unveiled in front of him.
Ashley glanced at him and he simply nodded toward Patricia’s pussy. She didn’t need his permission, but she didn’t want to seem too eager on her own either.
On all fours, Ashley moved her head closer to her Mistress, seeing her hairless apricot. With her mouth slightly open and breathing heavily, she pressed her face between Patricia’s legs, moving her head left to right so her nose would get between her lips.
Patricia felt her warm breath on her pussy before being touched. She was incredibly turned on by the sensation and moved backward, almost unconsciously. Oh, the pet behaved so well, obeying her command by pushing herself inside her.
Jake was getting so turned on, he thought his dick may burst at any time. He grabbed Ashley’s butt cheek with his hand and started rubbing it until his finger slid down the middle until it felt her wetness and he pushed it inside.
Ashely immediately moaned, relishing the feeling of being penetrated at last and opening her mouth wider as she started to kiss Patricia’s pussy with increasing lust. She wanted to taste her so bad!
Unable to resist, she pushed her tongue inside her pussy; it was warm and wet. It tasted delicious.
Each shove from Jake’s hand gave her another excuse to press her face against Patricia who had started to moan in return.
“Mmm… what a good little slave,” cooed Patricia, lowering her head with a deep moan, and arching her back further. Once she felt that Ashley was completely devoted to eating her out, she stopped the game, mindful of keeping her slave on her toes.
“Now put his cock inside me so you can watch him fuck me.”
Ashley let out a slight moan from being told to stop licking her as this also meant that Jake’s fingers came out of her.
She moved to the side so he could position himself behind Patricia and held him by the tip, gently moving back and forth. His cock was already glistening with pre-cum.
She rubbed the tip against Patricia’s lips and pressed it inside her. The humiliation of being the one to hold onto her man’s shaft as he slid inside a stranger’s pussy was increasing her arousal.
“Oh god! It feels so good,” Patricia exclaimed as she pushed against him.
Ashley was on her knees, nearly hypnotized watching his long rod slide back and forth inside Patricia’s pussy. She was so tight that every time he pulled out, her lips remained stuck onto his cock outwards.
She felt Jake put his hand on her head and press her cheek against Patricia’s butt, watching her as she fucked another woman.
He pulled out and stuck his cock in front of her mouth, using her as she wanted to be used. Thrilled with this dominant streak, she opened her mouth and took as much of him as she could, tasting Patricia’s pussy on him.
She took it in and let him go all the way to the back of her mouth before he shoved it back into Patricia’s pussy.
“Oh, well done, Jakey, that’s so hot! Use that little slut how you want her.” Patricia was gloating with pride.
The familiarity with Jake was likely meant to make Ashley jealous, which it was, but not because Jake had been fucking Patricia; it was mainly because the sub wanted all of her Mistress’ dedication. She yearned to show what a good girl she could be and how slutty she could behave if she was given the chance.
Jake, wanting to impress his one-night stand, started to alternate between the cake’s pussy and Ashley’s mouth, mixing her juice with his pre-cum.
Jake slapped her ass with his hips, pushing himself all the way as Patricia yelled in response.
“Oh, fuck… You’re so big, Jake!” She exclaimed. He felt good, and Patricia knew she was drenched, even more excited by her private spectator.
As Jake pushed himself as deep as he could and stayed there for several seconds, Patricia took the opportunity to ask for a different position. She wanted to be on her back.
“You can go seat back down again,” she instructed Ashely with a devilish smile.
Jake was going to suggest that perhaps she could stay, but heard, “Yes, Mistress” before he could say anything and decided to let Ashley leave her fantasy; she was clearly happy about the current state of things.
He laid on top of her and easily slipped his cock inside her again. The pressure of his pelvis on her clit felt even better and Patricia moaned louder. She turned her head to watch Ashley, her whole body shifting up and down with each push from Jake’s hips.
She purposely moaned and said, with a jerky voice, “Touch yourself but no cumming!”
Ashley’s hands flew to her pussy as she spread her legs as she had before. She immediately wanted to come so hard that she felt light-headed.
“Oh… My… God… You feel so good!” Patricia breathed out as she kissed Jake passionately. She purposely over-verbalized to humiliate Ashley even more. “Oh fuck… Yes, oh, you’re so big… Is my pussy tight enough for you, baby?”
He grunted an affirmative reply and Stephanie winked at him to make sure he was in on the session. “You love my pussy, don’t you baby?”
“Oh, I love your pussy… It’s so tight!”
In between moans and grunts, both of them sounded genuine. By now, Ashley was torn – her mind was screaming of jealousy, one minute for Jake, the next for her new Mistress while her pussy was dripping from excitement. She had edged for too long, the torturous lack of orgasm was making her unable to form long coherent thoughts.
“I’m… gonna cum!” Jake warned, ready to pull out.
“Oh, inside, cum inside me!!” Patricia shouted as she wrapped her legs around him. “Put your seed inside me. I want to feel your cum.”
Jake’s head flew back as he released ropes of cum deep inside his new lover. He gargled something incomprehensible as she laid her mouth open, breathless.
Ashley had hoped that her Mistress would turn towards her during his climax as a way to show that she’d won but she didn’t even bother.
They both huffed on top of each other while he almost giggled as a result of the phenomenal orgasm he just experienced.
“Thank you, baby,” Patricia said as he pulled his cock slowly and she moaned when it came out. Finally, he rolled on the side, staring at the ceiling and unwilling to believe what had just happened.
At last, Patricia rolled her head to the side to stare at a near-delirious Ashley. Her legs were spread as wide as they could while she rubbed herself furiously for a few seconds before stopping and biting her hand to prevent herself from cumming.
Ashley was hypnotized. She had expected her name to be called right before Jake came so her face could be used as a canvas for his spunk. She’d imagined the humiliation of her man fucking her new Mistress and using her to wipe his cock. But no, this had been much more intense.
She felt as if something heavy was on her chest; preventing her from catching a full breath. She heaved, almost hiccuping as her fantasy had finally happened before her eyes.
The shame and desire she felt had been everything she’d hoped for.
“Come clean me up, lil’ slut.”
The words resonated in Ashley’s ears. She half realized that Jake was going to watch her completely submit to Patricia… Up to now, it felt as if it had been an edgy threesome.
Now, she was going to have to show her true self.
It didn’t matter – her body was responding to the order already: she felt she was going to pee herself from excitement.
“I won’t ask again. And once a drop falls on the bed, it’s over.” Patricia added with a sharper tone.
If Ashley needed a final incentive, that was the one. She couldn’t imagine letting Patricia leave now and rushed to the bed with an open mouth. She targeted the string of sperm that seeped out and closed her lips around it.
“Oh, that’s a good girl,” Patricia said with a smile as she stared at Jake while arching her back. “Mmm… feels so good to be licked clean,” she added with a devilish smile.
Ashely was unrecognizable to herself, she was mouthing bits of cum that had sprayed on the side, wanting to show her devotion. She recognized Jake’s sperm by taste, mixed with Patricia’s juices, which were still new to her. Within seconds, she had cum on her nose and chin.
“Mm… Go ahead, keep cleaning,” and she pulled her lips, squeezing her vagina to expulse the remnants of cum that were inside her.
Ashley lapped again, moaning with pleasure. She couldn’t tell if it was pleasure from the humiliation or the physical contact.
“Oh, you are so good at eating pussy. So precious… Do you like this job, little pig?” Patricia.
There was no coming back in front of Jake. Yet, with no hesitation, Ashley answered, “Yes, Mistress.” The words had come out naturally. Patricia was secretly beaming.
“Are you my little pig?” She insisted, knowing Jake had lifted his head from the bed to watch the spectacle.
“Yes, Mistress, I’m your little pig.”
Jake let out a hushed “Holy shit…” as he looked at his slut girlfriend licking cum out of a stranger’s pussy. At that moment, he realized just how much Ashley needed to be dominated and how she must have been yearning for the type of humiliation that he had not been able to provide.
What was hard work for him seemed effortless for Patricia.
Ashley was in a different place mentally. How Patricia addressed her had triggered something buried inside her. She realized her fantasy went far beyond wanting to see her man with another woman. Now that she’d tasted Patricia, she only wanted to dive further into submission.
Jake knelt up and stared at Ashley who was on all four. Without thinking, he slapped her ass out of playfulness, as if to say, “Jesus, woman, get a hold of yourself!”
Her reaction was to moan and spread her legs while arching her back.
“Fucking hell,” he thought.
He slapped her ass again, then grabbed a cheek with his hand and pulled hard. It only seemed to turn her on more.
Ashley’s clit had been throbbing for the past few days, as she had been forced to edge. Now, it was an incandescent light burning up. Any touch was welcome. A slap on the ass irradiated her skin with heat and made her feel as if she deserved the punishment.
God, she was horny.
Patricia was tuned to the same key. It was as if she could sense Ashley’s increased depravity and match it with a new request each time.
“Make sure to get it all; he pushed it so deep, some is still coming out.”
Ashley moaned in pleasure as she licked Patricia, pushing her tongue through her folds, making sure to catch all of it.
“Don’t forget my little hole too. It sipped down there too.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ashley eagerly answered as she lowered her chin into the mattress and dutifully started licking Patricia’s asshole. Nothing was revolting anymore, everything had become sexy, or part of an experiment that allowed Ashley to reveal new facets of her personality.
Jake slapped once more, and this time Ashley moved back to focus on pleasuring her Mistress now that she had licked her clean. She could feel remnants of cum on her face as she pushed Patricia’s clit with her tongue, circling it.
Patricia closed her eyes and felt the tongue of her newly minted slave switch purpose – she was no longer cleaning, but aiming to please. God, she was eager too. Between flicks to her clit to long laps between her lips to ensure she’d get every remnant, the excitement was building up.
Jake laid next to her and kissed her breasts while holding Ahsley’s head against Patricia’s mound.
Ashley slipped her arm underneath her chest and moved her fingers right up against her Mistress’ pussy. The reaction was immediate and she spread her legs wider, offering access.
Within a minute, Patricia bucked harder, moaning and ultimately grabbing Ashley’s head as she came. Her pet was only too happy of her reaction, licking harder with each reaction.
Patricia’s moans grew louder and more urgent, her hips thrusting faster and harder against Ashley’s mouth. The younger woman sensed her Mistress getting close and increased her efforts, lapping at her clit with renewed vigor.
Finally, Patricia couldn’t hold back any longer. She let out a loud cry and grabbed Ashley’s head, pulling it tight against her pussy as she came hard. Ashley eagerly lapped up every drop of her Mistress’s cum, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that she had pleased her.
As Patricia caught her breath, Ashley took a moment to bask in the afterglow. She felt a warmth spreading through her body and a sense of pride at having pleased her Mistress so thoroughly.
“Am I all cleaned up, lil’ pig?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ashley answered proudly, her nose coming up from below Patricia’s belly line.
“Good, now let’s see what you can do to Jake.”
Jake had become hard again just from watching his girlfriend take so much pleasure out of servicing another woman.
Patricia looked at Ashley, her face shining from chin to nose with her juices. She was breathing hard.
With a smile, Patricia indicated for Jake to stand up and slide his dick in her pet’s mouth.
Ashley looked up at Jake with a submissive gaze, her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft. She couldn’t use her hands, so she used her tongue to pleasure him, swirling it around the tip and down the length of his cock. She sucked on him, taking him deeper into her mouth, her eyes locked on his as she bobbed her head up and down.
Jake groaned, feeling the wet warmth of her mouth around him. He ran his fingers through Ashley’s hair, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on him. Ashley’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, eagerly working to please him.
“Good girl,” Patricia said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re doing a great job. Keep going.”
“Stay in her mouth,” Patricia said, turning around halfway. “I think the little pig can take more, can’t she?”
“Can’t she?” She repeated to her sub.
“Agh-ugh,” Ashely answered, nodding slightly as the tip of Jake’s cock was already at the back of her mouth.
Patricia held Jake’s cock at the base and pushed it down while putting one finger in the back of Ashley’s head. She was putting only enough pressure to indicate when she wanted Ashley to move forward and when she was allowed to move back.
Within a few seconds, Ashley took the hang of it and kept moving her head forward of her own volition as long as she felt a touch on her neck. She backed and took a breath if it stopped.
“Fuuuck!” Jake groaned as Ashley coughed a blurb of saliva while her face blushed under the strain.
The sub was going through levels of embarrassment that she’d never encountered before. She felt her spit run down her chin and onto her chest, her hands on her thighs, her entire body on edge from shame. Her eyes kept darting towards her Mistress for approval.
Finally, she was allowed to pull back and catch her breath. Patricia commanded her on her effort, patting her. She rubbed her shoulders and let her fingers glide down her nipples. Patricia smiled as she felt their firmness, giving away her excitement.
Once Ashley’s breathing was back to normal, her Mistress gave her a moment, then placed a hand behind her neck while the other cupped her chin, tilting her head up towards Jake’s cock.
“Now show your Mistress what you can do,” she said as her sub exhaled lightly, thrilled to hear Patricia call herself her Mistress. She was now collared by a true dom, one who was going to use her as she should.
Jake looked down at both women, unable to comprehend what he had done to deserve this. Ashley moved her head back for one second so she could swallow her saliva one last time before opening it again and engulfing his cock.
Immediately, he was at the back of her mouth as Patricia encouraged the slut – “Go ahead, push. You can try humming and closing your fists too.”
Ashley looked sideways at Patricia who nodded to confirm she understood correctly.
As the slave started humming, the felt her throat change position ever so slightly while closing her hands until her knuckles turned white. Patricia snapped her fingers at Jake, instructing him to move forward. Soon, she heard him, “Oh fuck… oh fuck… I’m in her fucking throat!”
The dominatrix looked at her slave’s neck bulging under the pressure of the cock ramming her. She moved her hand to her back, supporting her as she said, “Five seconds. Four… Three… Good girl. Two… One.. Pull out!” and she tapped his calf so he’d get the point.
Ashley inhaled as if she had just gotten her head out of the water while Patricia hugged her, squeezing her breasts against hers, her lips against her neck, “Well done, my pet… well done.”
Jake, wanting to participate to the verbal banter, added, “Yeah, that was awesome!”
“Don’t I deserve a kiss for that?” Patricia murmured as Ashley turned her head to meet her mouth, their tongues twirling as both were immersed in their own bubble. The abundance of saliva made their embrace filthier, sharing their fluids without care.
“Wow, awesome,” Jake repeated, a little more nervously this time, as he witnessed a degree of passion and devotion he was not expecting as the women had never met.
Patricia broke the kiss after a long moment, peaked at Jake and said with a smirk, “Now you can finish in the throat of our little pig.”
Her hand slipped towards Ashley’s lower back, who immediately raised her ass from her heels so hungry she was for a touch. Her Mistress smiled and allowed her fingers to reach her pussy. Her slave’s lips were already parted from excitement. She inserted a finger in her pussy, bringing an immediate moan from her pet.
“Go again,” she said as she nodded toward Jack’s cock.
Ashly gagged loudly and moved back to give herself an immediate reprieve. She closed her eyes for a second as if to remember her training, then put the cock back in her mouth and proceeded forward, closing her hands into fists and humming at the same time. Her throat bulged again as Jake grabbed her head to force his stomach against her nose. He held for a few seconds and released, earning a nod of approval from Patricia.
The sub could feel the penetration of her throat as if it was connected to her clit. Her nervousness turned to excitement as she realized she successfully allowed him to slide so deep inside her. This complete domination of her mouth hole was turning her into a real slut.
Jake groaned and his hips jerked forward as he felt his orgasm approaching. With a few more thrusts, he finally exploded inside Ashley’s mouth, his seed filling her throat. Ashley managed to maintain her position and swallowed eagerly, taking every drop.
Patricia watched with a wicked grin as Jake finished, holding Ashley’s head in place and encouraging her to take it all. “Good girl,” she purred, stroking Ashley’s hair. “You’re such a good little slut.”
As Jake pulled out of her mouth, Ashley gasped for air, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. She had never been so thoroughly used before, and the rush of submission was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
“Thank you, Mistress,” she managed to whisper to Patricia, her voice slightly hoarse. “Thank you, Sir,” she added to Jake, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards them both.
Patricia leaned in and kissed her pet’s forehead, whispering, “You did very well, my little one. You make me so proud.” Ashley smiled contentedly, feeling a sense of belonging and purpose that she had never known before.
“Now get your favorite dildo; you’ve earned it!”
Ashley’s loins were burning from need. She looked at Patricia for clues: it was clear she wanted to see her deprave herself again.
Slowly, Ashley stood up from the bed and made her way over to the dresser, feeling Patricia’s eyes on her the whole time. She could hear Jake’s heavy breathing behind her, and she knew that he was just as excited as she was.
With shaking hands, she opened the drawer and pulled out her favorite dildo, feeling the weight of it in her hand. She turned to face her Mistress, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“Please, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What position should I use?”
Patricia smiled at her, her eyes full of mischief. “What a good pet; thank you for asking. Get on your hands and knees, and show us how much you want it.”
Ashley’s heart raced as she got down on all fours, her ass in the air. She could feel Jake’s eyes on her, and she knew that he was getting turned on by the sight of her like this.
With her face and shoulders in contact with the floor, she was able to snake her hands between her legs and slide the tip of the dildo between her lips.
She immediately moaned, her body supercharged with desire as her Mistress encouraged her.
Ashley’s body was consumed by a raging fire of lust. The sensation of the cool, smooth dildo gliding between her folds was electrifying, and the added pleasure of her Mistress’s encouragement only intensified her arousal. She pushed the toy deeper into her slickness, eliciting a moan that escaped from deep within her chest.
With her face pressed against the floor, Ashley was fully exposed. Her ass was raised up in the air, and she could feel their eyes on her, taking in every inch of her body. The thought of being so vulnerable and exposed in front of them only made her more aroused.
As she continued to pleasure herself, her breathing became more labored, and her moans grew louder. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, but she could still hear Jake’s soft moans behind her. The sound only fueled her desire further, and she moved the dildo faster and harder, grinding against it with abandon.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her back, and she realized that her Mistress had joined her on the ground. Patricia’s fingers traced a path down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Patricia leaned down and whispered in Ashley’s ear, “You’re doing so well, my little pet. Keep going, and show Jake how good you are.”
Ashley’s heart raced with excitement as she felt the dildo being pushed further and knew that her Mistress had taken over, allowing her to focus only on her clit. She redoubled her efforts. Her body was a whirlwind of sensation, and she could feel the heat building within her, threatening to burst forth. She cried out as the orgasm hit her, a wave of pleasure crashing over her body, over and over again as juices splashed her thighs.
As she lay there, panting and gasping for breath, Ashley felt a sense of deep satisfaction. She had pleased her Mistress and delighted her boyfriend, and the knowledge of that filled her with a sense of pride.
As she slowly regained her composure, she looked up at Patricia and Jake, who were both smiling down at her. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. “That was amazing.”
Patricia leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “You were wonderful, my little pet,” she said. “And you have so much potential. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
Ashley smiled up at her, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her. She knew that she had found her place in this world, as a submissive to her Mistress and a plaything for her boyfriend. And she couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures lay in store for her.