“Where’s Thomas?” she asked and took a sip, looking at Janice very intently.
“Larry is showing him some things in the root cellar,” Janice said. “You know boys and their tech toys.”
Melanie took a long hit of the wine, walked up towards Janice, setting the glass on the counter where she was leaning her arse against, and stood there. Still.
“You please me,” Janice said, Melanie’s head bowing down suddenly the hosts hands took my wife’s cheeks and pulled her face to hers and they kissed. They kissed long, mouth over mouth, Melanie’s eyes were closed as Janice moved her hands over the sun dress.
My cock exploded into an erection, my eyes enjoying in disbelief what my brain tried to sort out. They were familiar if not lovers of some sort, Melanie was kissing her knowing I was around and not knowing, or at least she shouldn’t, that Janice, I mean Mistress and I…it was a lot.
They broke their kiss and I swore I heard Melanie start to say “Mistre…” then “Janice”, and Janice covering her mouth again with hers, pulling her closer by the arse, her knee grinding against my wife’s crotch. She broke the embrace this time, extending her arms to push Melanie away.
“Don’t you trust me, Puella?” Janice said, my cock screaming as I realized she had a pet name for her too. “Oh, I thought you were beyond having to train.”
Melanie dropped to her knees and spread her hands out to Mistress Lace’s feet, rubbing them and muttering an apology.
“Very good, Puella. Now get up the boys may walk in,” Mistress Lace said, though I knew she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Larry was lurking somewhere outside my blanket, as I continued to watch the action upstairs.
They were out of camera shot for a few minutes, walking around the house and too the living room where the camera finally came back online. They were quite far away from it, so I couldn’t hear much, but they sat on the couch and talked, drinking their wine. They walked back towards the camera and the kitchen and I heard Mistress Lace talking.
“We put it in just a couple months ago, you would have been here maybe three? Four months?…”
“Three, Mistress,” Melanie said and they were now back on camera in the kitchen, then out of site again. There was a lot of steps upstairs, just off to the right and seemingly close to being above my head, the blanket now being a bother as I wanted more information.
Then I heard it. I heard my wife scream, two times cries and the last a scream. I figured there were two softer, the pattern of five. I was confirmed as I heard.
“Never again! Never again! NEVER AGAIN! OH MISTRESSS NEVVVVAH ah ah AGHAINNNN!” my wife screamed out. I wondered what Melanie was thinking, I mean we were supposed to be down here, Larry and I.
There was crying, a lot of crying and the blanket was suddenly lifted up and over behind me. I turned my head in the stock, my legs a little tired, my weight hanging then relieved when I pushed forward, but legs grew tired. I looked forward at what looked like plastic, hands reached down and expertly slipped a ball gag over my mouth, Larry whispering out of sight, “be silent, though she’ll never hear you over her own screams.”
My eyes grew wide as lights were dimly cast on the other side of the partition, where I saw hooks, chains, ropes all hanging or arranged with a couple apparatus that I was certain would restrict, one looking like a mid-evil ‘rack’ that would stretch someone to death.
“You doubt ME!!” the scream of Mistress Lace echoing and accompanying by the shadows and noises of Melanie getting pushed, drug and then throw down the stairs as she tumbled, naked, to the bottom. Her eyes were blind folded, her arms bound, she was now on her knees, I could see spit hanging from her lip as if she was struck and she was still crying.
“I did want you asked!” She cried out. “I did it all! I just, I just…”
The silhouette appeared. Mistress Lace, high healed long knee lengthen boots, crotchless bustier, black leather, breasts pushed up, riding crop, collar that matched the collar on my naked wife at the bottom of the stairs.
“You. Just. Doubt. You are weak, Puella” Mistress Lace said, moving her feet to the head of Melanie, her body heaving with breaths, there still must have been crying or whimpering the way it moved her sporadically. “You doubt I can fool your simpleton husband and send him on his way. He’s gone, Larry had moved your car, telling him you called and your phone went dead and had an emergency work meeting.”
There was an uncomfortable pause.
“YOU STILL FUCKING DOUBT ME!” she screamed, echoing, she moved to the side and kicked Melanie square in the ribs, she bucked and turned over, I screamed into my ball gag, and was drowned out and blended into my wife’s agony.
“AHHH!” Melanie screamed and was now on her back, Mistress Lace standing over her, a foot on each side of her head.
Mistress Lace undid her hands and pulled off her hood. She was still over her, Melanie sweet face looking upwards into Mistress’s snatch. I watched my wife’s head sway side to side as Mistress lowered and sat her shaven pussy on her Puella’s lips and ground downward.
“Mmpfft, Mmpfft, OFMMfts,” I could hear and Mistress looked over at what had to be a two way mirror, smiling as I saw Melanie legs kick up in distress, her air probably being choked off. “AHHFFFFTTTOHHH”
She rose slightly, pushed back down, rose slightly then pushed back down. Mistress then rose up and Melanie choked and coughed, the dominant walking around her now, wondering, looking confused but then focused. “Larry!” Mistress Lace called out and a shadow moved across the room and then I saw, her husband naked, hood over his head, but eye holes and a mouth hole.
“Is HE gone?” Mistress asked.
“Your plan has been executed to perfection, Mistress,” Larry said and turned and I saw it, for the first time. Larry’s 10″ cock, or better, was dangling and rising as he asked, “Is tonight the night?”
“Mmm, you’ve been a good, Vir, maybe,” Mistress Lace said.
“I so wanted your beloved Thomas to see you get fucked by Vir,” Mistress Lace said. “Turn him into a Cuckhold, would you like that?”
“Mistress, I beg, I’ve done everything,” Melanie pleaded, the term everything spinning in my brain. The nights working late at the Harlan office. Her four o’clock monthly meetings, impromptu “coaches meetings”. What were real and when was Melanie coming somewhere to submit?
“Don’t you want this cock? Does your DEAR DEAR Thomas even have half this,” Mistress Lace looked down at her, Melanie hiding her eyes gazing away. “LOOK AT IT PUELLA! Look at what I know you will desire.”
“No..no..” she meekly said, looking up slowly, her head rising as Larry’s cock grew in width and girth. “No.”
I asked myself ‘did she say three, four months?’ This had to have been going on at least a 1/2 year or longer. There was a chemistry and symmetry to their movements, it was a play being put on in front of me, but not for my benefit.
Mistress Lace watched Melanie stare at the size of the man/servant’s cock, the precum pooling at the tip. She noticed that my wife was looking at it, as I was through the two-way, and didn’t turn away. Mistress Lace knelt down, one knee up and one down and kissed the drop at the tip of the shaft, putting it to her lips then leaning over to Melanie.