December 6, Somewhere in Belgium…
We are sitting on the sofa, enjoying a glass of wine, Princess and I. I have chosen a delicious Cabernet Sauvignon.
We talk for a while. We are excited and pleasantly revved up. Princess likes what I have done with our living room. Toys are on display and a bamboo carpet thing covers a foam based floor covering. Music is playing, candles are lit.
I put my glass down and Princess mirrors my gesture.
“Come,” I say while I get up.
I lead Princess to the dining table where I have some stuff I want her to wear.
“Undress and put these on. I help you with some stuff when you are finished.”
I take the blindfold, the cuffs, the gag ball and the plug and sit down again while I watch Princess undress. Carefully she slides the stay ups over her delicious legs, gets into the black panties and finishes dressing with the black T-shirt.
She smiles and walks over to me.
I get up and put on her collar, the cuffs, the gag ball.
“Be a good girl now and bend over,” I tell her.
I push down her panties and lubricate the butt plug with my saliva. It slides in swiftly.
Good girl, she is so very ready for what I have in mind.
“Lights are going out,” I whisper while pulling the blindfold gently over her head.
I walk her to the horizontally hanging bamboo pole hanging and help her hands so she can grab it.
I pull up her T-shirt and panties down and start warming Princess up. Some soft flogging to start with and then slowly moving to the heavier stuff. Soon Princesses’ behind colors deep red.
A beautiful and breath-taking sight.
I feel great, very Domly too.
There is one thing though. Even if I haven’t been drinking that much I need to go to the loo more often than usual. I check with Princess if she isn’t feeling cold. She doesn’t. I feel chilly.
Ping says my Samsung J5. The Stranger is right on time.
Quickly I pull down Princesses’ T-shirt, select Jocelyn Pook’s Masked Ball on my playlist and open the door for him to enter.
I grab Princess by the jaw.
“Are you feeling horny yet?”
She mumbles something desperate and a strand of drool is getting ready to leave the surface of the gag ball and start its long fall down to the floor.
God this is so hot.
Then I grab the whip and torment Princess even more.
He makes no noise, The Stranger, when he enters the living room. I extend my hand and point to the church chair. He sits down.
The Stranger did his best to be as silent as possible but I sense Princess knows he has arrived. It is a small detail I overlooked. I should have asked him not to put on aftershave.
I stop whipping.
“Did you have enough already?” I ask, my hand firmly on her jaw.
Some indistinct mumbling.
“Need some relief?”
“Good girl,” I reply and smack her cheek.
I pour some wine in a glass and hand it to The Stranger. I get my own and we toast, The Stranger and I.
I grab my bandage scissors. I have them always within reach when we play with rope.
“Are you ready for some relief, my little horny slut,” and slap her in the face once again.
“I’ll take that for a yes?”
I find Princesses’ nipple through the fine fabric of the cheap T-shirt, roll it, stiffen it. Pinching it with between my thumb and index I let it slip away holding just the fabric. Carefully I cut away the top of the cone I have formed. I do the same with the other nipple. They are now fully exposed, in contrast with the surrounding black clothing.
I move to Princesses’ back, grab her ponytail with one hand and with the other I invite The Stranger to come over and play with her nipples.
Soon she is making all the rights sounds while I hold her firmly against me, pulling her head backward a little, the other on her stomach.
“Sit,” I order The Stranger.
I turn to Princess.
“What, I don’t understand a word you are mumbling.”
I pull the gag ball a little out of her mouth.
“What were you saying?”
“I want more, Milord. Please?”
“You are on hell of a horny slut,” I reply and put the ball back in place.
Using the scissors again I make a small cut in the collar of the T-shirt and in one swift move I tear it open, exposing her upper body, leaving the fabric hanging over her shoulders.
“Enjoy yourself with her tits,” I say to The Stranger.
He gets up and grabs her breasts, kneading them, play with her nipples, taste them, sucks them.
I take a few steps back and observe. Oh boy, the sensation, the excitement of experiencing this. It is absolutely mind-blowing.
Princess is enraged, moans and squirms.
“Enough for now”, I tell The Stranger.
I walk over to Princess and cut open the sleeves of the T-shirt. It falls useless on the ground. Pull away the gag ball, no need for that anymore. From now on I want to hear every sound she makes.
I push her on her knees, facing The Stranger and grab some rope.
Quickly I tie a box-tie and pull Princess on her back. I spread her legs using rope and attach them to carabineers hooked in eye screw in the opposite walls.
Pull them tight.
Slap her in the face, “you are not allowed to cum, do you get that, girl?”
I invite The Stranger to kneel between her legs and caress her pussy still hidden under her panties. He does a good job and soon Princess is panting and moaning while I kiss her.
“She has a beautiful pussy”, I tell The Stranger.
“I bet she has.”
“Care to see it?”
“I would like that very much.”
A zillion dreams, a zillion fantasies are finally becoming reality. I am enjoying every single moment. Princess and The Stranger too are having a great time.
Using the scissors, I cut away the panties revealing her to The Stranger. Princess has been naked in the club but nobody has seen her pussy from so close.
“Touch it, explore,” I stimulate him.
While I sit close to Princess, my hand on her cheek, caressing her gently, I watch how his fingers explore her, opening the folds, touching.
Princess arches her back, moans, kisses me, devouring my mouth, my tongue, hungry for more.
“Get that,” I order The Stranger, and point at the fuck stick. “And the condom next to the stick.”
The rubber is branded with the name of the Dutch retail store where I got them. They are cheap and I use them for the fuck stick. I won’t dare use them for anything else because every time I use one on the stick it ends up torn.
While I get some clothes pins he puts the rubber on the soft rubber cock.
“Now fuck her with it, slave,” I growl while I start placing clothes pins on Princesses lower body.
He is doing a very good job, my slave, and soon Princess is nearing a climax. We take five while I play with the clothes pins I have already placed. It hurts, I can tell, because Princess moans softly, wordlessly begging for relief.
Then The Strangers surprises me in a very positive way.
“You know what would be great? A vibrator in combination with the fuck stick.”
That’s my slave and tell him it is one hell of an idea.
It is a combination that will skyrocket Princess right to orgasm heaven for sure.
“Take that purple thing,” I say and then explain how to increase and decrease the strength.
I continue placing pins on Princesses’ body and The Stranger fucks her with the stick while teasing her clit with the vibrator.
I do not take long before Princess begs for an orgasm. I don’t let her have one though.
I pull away the clothes pins in order to make the pain chase away the pleasure that has built up itself.
I untie her and cover her with a fleece and give some aftercare.
To be continued