|Posted by jennifercampbell on May 16, 2011 at 10:54 AM||comments (2)|
Morning at the girl’s home brought the first signs of what Gabriel had warned Lacy about. As usual Lacy rose first to wait hand and foot on her Mistress and things went normally until she was soaping Freja’s lithe body in the shower.
“I suppose you’re looking forward to tonight, more so than last night. You seem quite taken with him.” Freja tone was depressed-sounding with a touch of anxiety.
Lacy would have rather not conversed on this subject, but she knew she had to respond. Freja would not simply let it go. “He’s new to me, as you know, and I guess I like him, but it’s not like my relationship with you. We have a life together and I love you.” Lacy couldn’t help thinking if Gabriel did want her would she and Freja still have a life together?
“I see.” Freja commented and then she seemed to pass into thought for a few moments before adding. “So then, what if I cancelled tonight? Would you accept that?”
Lacy was stunned. She had not contemplated this possibility. She was worried about a possible decision and perhaps having to hurt Freja, but she’d assumed she would get the chance to see how Gabriel handled her as a slave. To have it all go away on Freja’s whim seemed unthinkable and very cruel of her lover. With the chance of being Gabriel’s sex beast, his wanton slut slave, hovering over the drain, Lacy’s anger was aroused.
“Why would you do that? It isn’t fair. I’m not going to leave you for him. Don’t you trust me at all?” Lacy tried to keep her voice under control, but it was all too important to her and she let her voice rose as her emotions got involved.
This was of course evident to Freja and she reacted in kind. “You are hot to trot for him, you slut. How did you get so greedy for cock so quickly?”
The question mystified Lacy as the truth was she didn’t know where her desire for Gabriel came from. “I don’t know, but it does turn me on. Is that so bad? Just because you don’t like men doesn’t mean I can’t like them.” Lacy’s mind flashed to the memory of the beach yesterday when Freja had sunk down and reached for Gabriel’s cock. Ordinarily she would never have mentioned this, but Lacy was as close as she’d ever been to attack mode in defense of her desire for Gabriel. “But then again, maybe you do like cock. You reached out for his yesterday on the beach.”
Lacy had touched a nerve and Freja acted accordingly. “You little bitch, it’s time out for you. Right here, right now, you never speak to me that way.” Freja quickly turned off the shower and grabbed Lacy’s long blonde hair to pull her out of their large walk-in shower. Once they were outside the shower, Freja bent Lacy’s dripping wet body over so her face was against the glass shower door.
“Stay right there while I get my crop, your clamps and cuffs, and your favorite silver dollar.” Freja quickly dried her body so she could storm out of the bathroom to their bedroom to fetch the things she needed to punish her slave.
Lacy knew what would happen, it was a common punishment for her yet this time she bristled over why she was being punished. I only spoke the truth. She did want his cock.
When Freja returned to the still dripping Lacy she cuffed her hands behind her back before screwing down two weighted clamps onto Lacy’s nipples. In Lacy’s position, the clamps would swing painfully at her every motion.
“Tongue out, cock slut, time to tongue the eagle.” Freja laughed as Lacy obediently stuck out her tongue right next to the glass door. The dominatrix slipped an American Silver Eagle coin against the glass and Lacy placed her tongue up against it holding it to the smooth surface.
“You know what happens if you let the eagle drop before your time is up, but let me warn you I’m in no mood to be charitable with you so don’t let it happen.” Knowing Lacy couldn’t speak with her tongue so extended and she could not move least she drop the coin, Freja freely pushed her hand under Lacy’s spread legs to play with her pussy.
“”Let’s add some arousal to the mix and then some more pain. I think you should do three hours and then we’ll talk and see if your attitude has changed any.” Freja spent a few more moments rubbing her wet and naked slave’s pussy and clit before she grabbed her crop and began to administer some stinging blows to Lacy’s well-exposed ass.
“While you simmer think about this. What will you do if I do call Gabriel and cancel tonight? If you never see him again will you remain my obedient slave? I’ll want to know your answer when your punishment is done.” Before she left, Freja had Lacy’s ass blistered with hot red welts and the clamps were swinging wildly because of Lacy’s writhing under the pain of the cruel crop.
However it was the time after her Mistress left that Lacy hated. Wet and aroused, she would have to deal with her throbbing pussy, the stinging pain of her ass, and the soreness of her clamped nipples while trying to maintain her tongue on the coin. There would be too much monotonous time to think, but Lacy also knew Mistress would stop in occasionally to crop her, bat the swinging nipple weights, or perhaps frig her pussy close, but not to, orgasm. Yet it was questionable if these distractions by her Mistress were not welcomed by Lacy as opposed to the utter monotony and strain of trying to hold a heavy silver coin against a glass shower door for three hours.
For a long time Lacy tried to deny the fact that Mistress had demanded an answer from her. How could she answer such a question? What will I do? What am I willing to do to feel a Master’s touch, to be the sexual property of a man at least once in my life? Lacy had no illusions about the implied threat of Freja’s intention. If she let her Mistress cancel the play session with Gabriel tonight, she knew she’d never see another dominant male in her life. The only males she’d see would be subs whom her Mistress brought home to fuck on occasion.
It isn’t right and I won’t let her do it. She has to trust me to stay with her. If we have no trust, what has our relationship become?
It was hard, immensely challenging for an inexperienced, young woman who’d found a comfortable existence as a sub to another beautiful woman, to tell herself she had to play the ultimate card especially when Lacy knew it was in essence a bluff.
If I tell her I’ll leave her, could I actually do it? Could I walk out the door? The truth was simple; Lacy didn’t know and wouldn’t know until the time came.
Time passed with infinite slowness, but finally Freja placed her finger on the Silver Eagle allowing Lacy to remove her tongue. Soon the clamps came off along with the cuffs and Lacy flexed her body to get the kinks out as she rubbed blood back into her burning nipples. By now she was mostly dry save for some dampness in her long blonde hair, but Lacy didn’t dare reach to the sink for the hair dryer.
“Well, what’s your answer? If I stop this man thing can we get back to what our lives were before yesterday? I’ll admit I made a mistake taking you over to him, but we can both forget that, right?” Freja had been cursing herself for being so bold as to walk up to a stranger on the beach, but then it was her nature to be bold in the presence of men.
Lacy braced herself for what she knew she had to do. “No, if you won’t let him come tonight and do what you’ve already agreed to, I’ll leave. I say this not because I want to be with him, but because you don’t trust me. If you can’t trust me to get fucked by a man one night and still be yours forever, then where is our relationship. What do we have?” Lacy tried to keep her voice even and steady, but it was all too important to her and her passions became aroused.
Freja simply stared at Lacy for the longest time, so long Lacy became concerned.
“I’m sorry to have to upset you, but I can need this and still love you. Please understand.” Lacy tied to reach out, but Freja turned and walked out of the bathroom as if she was in a trance.
Lacy didn’t understand. What did this mean? Would Gabriel be here tonight or not? What was Freja thinking about?
For the rest of the bright beautiful day things remained gloomy and uncertain in the girl’s beach house. Lacy did her best to serve her Mistress as she always had, but Freja was deep in thought and every time Lacy tried to lighten the mood or probe for information her Mistress simply refused to react.
It wasn’t until after supper was over that Freja finally spoke. “Alright, we’ll play with Gabriel tonight. I hope you get what you need tonight and you do love me as you say, because I think this is dangerous. More dangerous than you realize.” It was all she said before leaving the table and Lacy wondered as she picked up the meal what her Mistress was so afraid of.
Later when she entered their bedroom she saw her Mistress sitting on their queen-sized bed naked and crying with one of Lacy’s alternate collars, a white leather one, around her neck. Immediately she sat down beside her Mistress and hugged her.
“What is it, Mistress, what is so wrong?” Lacy was beginning to feel guilty about compelling her Mistress to do this.
“It’s nothing, I’m just nervous. Do I look alright, like a sub, with your spare collar? I’ll have to follow your lead tonight to know what to do.” Freja reached out and touched Lacy’s regular collar, a light blue leather one which had been purchased to match her Lacy’s lovely azure eyes.
“You look great and you’ll do great. Just try to relax and have fun. To be a sub you don’t have to do too much thinking, just obey and let things happen so you can soak in how they make you feel. Whatever you do, don’t worry about us. I love you and I’ll be here long after he leaves.” Lacy felt she had to say this even if she wasn’t entirely sure of it. She was beginning to understand why Gabriel had warned her of the possibilities of deep emotion last night, but then she wondered how had he known this might happen?
Freja seemed to be somewhat calmed, and it was easy for Lacy to accept anxiety as the reason for her upset. Lacy went about preparing for Gabriel’s arrival at eight, checking to see all the toys were present in the cellar and that there was plenty of lube because Gabriel’s cock was big, but when she returned to the bedroom Mistress was again softly crying.
What is this? Does she really not trust me?
Lacy became distressed at the thought, but time soon dwindled down to the point where Gabriel’s arrival was eminent and it was Lacy who had to think about how she and Freja should be presented to their Master of the evening.
* * * *
When Gabriel arrived at the beach house he found the front door slightly ajar and when he slowly entered calling out to the girls as he did he heard Lacy call him from the open cellar door. After he journeyed down the stairs his eyes fell on a sight which would stiffen the cock of any dominant male.
There on the cellar floor were the two naked blondes kneeling with knees spread wide to display their cunts. Their hands were cuffed and they were collared, but Lacy had choreographed the pair to have heads tilted back and mouths wide open as if they were anticipating accepting their Master’s cock.
“You two look delicious. You’re a meal fit for a king and I assure you I intend to eat until I cannot eat any more. I’ll let you two decide who goes first.” As Gabriel spoke he moved back and forth between them touching faces, tongues, and soft breasts.
Lacy looked at Freja and Freja looked at Lacy as if neither had anticipated this decision.
“Should I go first so you can watch me?” Lacy asked assuming her Mistress would want to see her serve first.
Freja’s eyes were big, bigger than Lacy had ever seen, and when her Mistress didn’t immediately respond Lacy slowly began to realize the truth. She can’t decide. Freja is struggling with such a simple decision.
It was a stunning revelation simply because Lacy had never known her Mistress to be anything but decisive, but now she knew she had to decide.
“I’ll go first, Master, to let Freja get used to things.”
Lacy had been on pins and needles for this moment and rarely does such heavy anticipation achieve complete fulfillment, but not so this time. From the moment Gabriel first pushed his cock deep down her throat, Lacy behaved as if she’d served men all her life. As he fucked her cunt deliciously deep as she bounced in his arm, her breast rubbing hi hard chest, she encouraged him to go harder, faster and deeper, to use her like his whore. Even when Gabriel pressed a bound Lacy to the cellar wall and took her deep in her ass stabbing into her bowels with no mercy, Lacy squirmed and pleaded for more cock before she zoned out into her sub space.
However, Lacy’s time serving Master Gabriel was not the highlight of the night. No one was more surprised than Lacy to see the combination of Mistress Freja submitting to Master Gabriel was electric. It started from the very beginning when Freja asked a question Lacy hadn’t expected from her.
“Master, may I . . . well . . . may I resist you as we play? I’d like to resist you with all my strength, but I wonder if you will be strong enough to overcome my resistance?” Freja’s question sounded genuine, but it provoked concern from Lacy because of Gabriel’s strength. She did not want her Mistress to be injured.
Gabriel smiled slyly. “I was hoping you’d want that. It’s fine with me if Lacy has no objections.” Gabriel looked at Lacy and the sub realized the decision was in her hands. What the fuck, why do I have to decide? However Lacy quickly realized she did have to decide because she was Freja’s lover.
“Okay, but if I think your seriously hurting her I’m gonna call out red and you back off until I say you can resume. Agreed?” Lacy wanted to be able to stop Gabriel if she feared for Freja’s safety.
“Agreed completely, in fact if you wish to stop the whole thing it’s your decision.” Gabriel seemed okay with Lacy’s conditions.
Freja had been on her knees watching Gabriel dominate Lacy, but now she stood up and walked toward the two of them. Before going to her first Master, Freja paused to whisper in Lacy’s ear. “Please, Lacy, try not to say red. Let him do as he pleases with me.”
Lacy was stunned as she watched Freja go to her knees and begin worshipping Gabriel’s cock. True to his word, Gabriel soon grasped the flaxen-haired head and began fucking the mouth with his shaft. Freja gagged, slurped, and wads of saliva ran out her open mouth, but Lacy noticed that Gabriel released the head from time to time to allow Freja a respite if she wanted it. The thing Lacy had a hard time believing was that Freja never seemed to take advantage of the respite as she kept gasping and fucking her face on Gabriel’s massive organ with slavish devotion.
The same devotion appeared in Freja’s behavior all night long and Lacy couldn’t help but wonder where it came from. Was this the same woman who had been crying in anticipation of this evening? It did not seem so to Lacy.
All through Gabriel and Freja’s session, Lacy was mesmerized by the raw passion her Mistress extruded. Freja made mistakes, like any slave serving for the very first time, and Gabriel, per the agreement, had Lacy punish her twice, but the punishment only seemed to add fire to Freja’s performance.
When it was over Freja was so worn out and used that Gabriel carried her upstairs and laid her in her bed. Lacy followed and she couldn’t resist questioning Gabriel after they left the bedroom. “What was that, Master? I’ve never seen her like that. I thought she was frightened of serving you.”
Gabriel put his hands on Lacy’s shoulders and pulled her close. “She was afraid, but she conquered her fear. Lacy, Freja is going to have a lot of conflicting emotions over this so please be patient with her. It might be best if both of you came over to Albert’s place tomorrow and we can sit down and talk about this. When you two get up talk it over between yourselves.” Gabriel kissed her tenderly, but all the time Lacy was thinking.
What about me? What about my emotions, my feelings for you? Do they mean anything? However as much as she wanted to ask, Lacy bit her tongue and allowed Gabriel to leave.
* * * *
Lacy slept like a stone, but when she awoke, just before noon, Freja was not in bed with her. At first Lacy assumed her Mistress was out on the deck on the sun sipping her favorite coffee, but then she saw the note on Freja’s bed stand. She picked it up and read it, but the words were almost to stunning to penetrate her mind.
Lacy, went to see Master. Please join us.
Master? It’s all over and she’s still calling him Master. What’s up with that? Lacy couldn’t slip on her tight, white thong bikini fast enough and she practically ran down the beach to Albert’s beach house.
After she rang the bell the nerdy, long-haired Albert answered the door and Lacy instantly wondered if he would have any inkling of what had happened last night at her home. Does he know his brother fucked the shit out of us last night?
“Hi, I came to see Gabriel. Is he in?” Lacy realized Albert’s eyes were eating up her body and she wondered what he thought of this situation. She and Freja had only been to Albert’s house once previously since he’d lived on the beach, but now they were showing up to see Gabriel.
“Ahh, he’s busy now with your friend. They’re downstairs.” Albert said the word downstairs like he wished he were there, but he never was. Albert opened the door more and asked. “Maybe you and I could have a beer, on the deck, while you wait for Gabriel.” His voice was hopeful.
Lacy got the immediate implication Albert was like a child, not allowed to disturb his brother while he was playing downstairs despite the fact that Albert owned the house. She was unsure what to say as she truly wanted to see Gabriel and Freja now.
Taking advantage of her beauty and how Albert seemed mesmerized by it, Lacy slipped through the door. “Maybe we could do the beer thing later, Albert, I really need to see Freja and Gabriel. How do you get downstairs?” Lacy was firm with Albert expecting he would bend to her desires.
“Ahhh . . . well Gabe doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s downstairs. He told me never to . . .” Albert never finished his sentence as Lacy interrupted.
“Listen, Albert, I appreciate that, but I have to see Freja.” Lacy screamed at Albert because on the surface, Lacy was simply curious as to why her Mistress had run so quickly back to a man, but as time passed and with Albert blocking her, she began to feel a growing anxiety about the situation in her belly. Yet she simply couldn’t put her finger on why she felt anxious.
“Okay, okay, I’ll show you.” Albert capitulated.
After being shown to the cellar door, Lacy felt a twinge of anxiety when she heard moaning after she opened it. It was Freja’s moan and they were close to orgasmic which somehow disturbed Lacy. Slowly she made her way down the narrow stairway to the door at the bottom through which light was coming.
“How does it feel, slave, to be my cock bitch, to want nothing more in the world than to please me.” The thundered words where uttered by Gabriel Just as Lacy reached the bottom of the stairs and she was suddenly frightened to look into the lighted room. What the hell. What is going on here?
Lacy heard Freja’s voice, obviously gagged, but still she made out the screamed words, “Uuck me, Maser, peeease.”
This was enough for Lacy to push forward and walk into the brighter light. Her eyes barely conceived of what she saw; Freja bent over, bound and gagged to a whipping bench while Gabriel fucked her furiously from behind. It took moment for Lacy to assimilate the sight and understand what had happened and then her heart sank like a rock.
“You! You want him? You want to be his slave?” Lacy’s outburst was filled with the raw emotion she felt at being so completely blindsided. Lacy had seen Freja’s anxiety about serving Gabriel, but she had never really understood what it truly was. Freja’s fear was not that Lacy would run away with Gabriel, no her fear was that she had finally found a man who could and would master her. Freja saw Gabriel as the single man amongst so many inferiors who had the strength, brains, and imagination to be her perfect Master. Those were the raw instinctive feelings that had driven Freja and so surprised Lacy last night.
Still there was pain here as Lacy realized Freja wanted Gabriel at a level so much deeper than hers. What does this mean for me? Have I lost both of them?
Startled by Lacy’s outburst from behind him, Gabriel whirled around. “Albert, I’ll kill him for letting you down here. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”
The tightly bound Freja could barely turn her head enough to see her lover, but she recognized the voice and she screamed through her gag. “Noooo, Lacy, peeease.”
Knowing Freja had things to say, Gabriel rushed to remove her gag and begin untying her. Long before the ropes were off, Freja’s began to explain. “I knew something about him was special, but at first I simply didn’t understand what and I fought it. I fought so hard and I was so scared. As you know, I tried to cancel the whole thing, but I could see you wanted him too. What could I do, how could I explain this thing inside me you knew nothing about? Before we met him, I’d begun to think the thoughts of submission to a man were gone, permanently dead inside me, but he . . . oh Lacy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Freja paused until Gabriel released the last of her ropes and then she ran to her lover and hugged her.
After the hug, Freja continued, trying to smooth away the rough edges of the situation. “It will be okay, he can move into our place and we can both serve him, you’ll see. I still love you, Lacy. Please don’t let this break us up.” Freja sounded desperate for Lacy to join them.
“I need to apologize too. I confess I did want Freja, more than you, Lacy. I am truly sorry it happened this way, but maybe it had to. It’s never easy when a dominant woman finds her hidden need to submit.” Gabriel came over and hugged both of them, but both he and Freja were anxious to hear Lacy’s reply.
It took a while as Lacy’s mind was going over the events of the last forty-eight hours trying to understand how she’d been so caught off guard. Yes, he did try to warn me and she did agonize over the whole thing. She might have told me what was in her heart, but I can’t say I would have been able to talk about such a deeply hidden aspect of myself. After all she’d always been the Mistress in my eyes, the source of strength and wisdom. It must have been impossible for her to sully that image for me. I’m not sure this could have been avoided because of who she is and who he is. Mistress was locked to submission, but Gabriel was the perfect key to her lock.
Powerful emotions were sweeping over Lacy, but finally she looked up into Freja’s blue eyes and found her tongue. “I understand, Mist . . . Freja, I don’t blame you. It’s just a big shock . . . I guess for you too, right? That’s why you were so upset yesterday before we got together.” For a moment Lacy thought about turning back the clock. Would I, if I could?
There was no answer to be had, but Lacy’s acceptance of what Freja had done set off a spasm of hugging and kissing from the lovers. For Lacy it felt comfortable, but slightly different to be in her Mistress’ arms, like they had both changed and could never go back to what they once were. Finally Lacy turned to speak to Gabriel.
“I don’t blame you either and you know I wanted to serve you, but . . . I just don’t know if this will work. I don’t have the raw need she does.” Lacy turned and stepped toward the door.
“What, what do you mean. You’re not leaving are you? Please, Lacy, give it some time.” A seemingly frightened Freja begged her sub to stay and she started to follow Lacy, but Gabriel intercepted her.
“I don’t think she’s leaving, not yet. She just needs time to sort this out. I asked her to give you time before and now you need to give her the time to feel comfortable with this. Understand this isn’t and easy situation for her either, not by a longshot.” Gabriel was so sure of his words that Lacy shot a look at him as she wondered how he understood her situation so well.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you? You’re attracted to dominant females, the idea of uncovering their hidden sub side turns you on.” Lacy didn’t seem mad at Gabriel, just surprised.
“Yes, I love a challenge a dominant women presents. Most subs I meet have too much docility. They already want to obey instead of needing to be seduced and compelled to. A Dominatrix is so different.” Gabriel nodded to Lacy complimenting her on her keen acumen in seeing his desires.
“Listen, Lacy, I’m not sorry about seducing your Mistress, but I would welcome you staying with us if you wish. I can share her, but I realize you must follow your heart.” Gabriel hugged Lacy fiercely and Freja joined in.
“Me too, I want you to stay, but I guess he’s right. He was certainly right about me.” Freja spoke the words with a calm certainty as she looked up at her new Master.
After the hug, Lacy looked at both of them, still barely believing things had worked out in this strange way. My Mistress is a slave now, a deeply submissive needy slut for a man. The right man for her. “I understand you both and I have feelings for both of you, but right now I need to be alone for a while. Could you both stay here for a few days while I have the house to think?” Lacy was looking at Freja, whose choice this really was since she owned the beach house with Lacy.
“Sure, I’ll send Albert over later for some of my things, but please don’t take too long. I’ll miss you, really I will.” Freja was close to tears and Gabriel took her in his arms to sooth her.
As she walked to the cellar stairway, Lacy saw the image of a different Freja, a sub seeking shelter in her Master’s arms and it wasn’t how Lacy wanted to remember her Mistress. To me she’ll always be strong and decisive, making me follow her and serve her. However the thought of how much Freja had changed turned Lacy’s mind on herself. Am I the same as I was? Two days ago I’d never been with anything but a submissive man and I had no desire to be with one, but now I feel a burning lust inside me to find a Master. Is my Master out there somewhere?
* * * *
Gabriel and Freja stayed at Albert’s house for three days allowing their new relationship to grow while Lacy tackled her feelings. It was hard sleeping alone in the bed she’d shared with Freja, but the more Lacy thought the more one thing came through clearly. I’ve served and loved a woman, who I still love to a degree, but she’s not the woman I fell in love with. I need to give my submissive self a chance to serve a man like Gabriel so I can know men. Then I would be able to choose which is best for me. I could stay, but Freja’s desire to serve him is so much more raw and powerful than mine and I know I’d end up feeling like a third wheel. I could never duplicate the intensity of her need after she covered it up all her life.
Wanting to be sure her feelings were as true as she believed, Lacy invited Gabriel and Freja back to the house and spent a month living with them. She made it clear she hadn’t fully decided long term and part of her hoped there would be some component she hadn’t foreseen which might allow her to stay. However there was no surprise, she felt as she’d expected she would feel. When she announced her decision to leave, Freja cried but Gabriel understood perfectly as he seemingly always had.
“I hope you find him, Lacy, and I’m sorry I won’t be him. It’s my loss because you are an amazing sub.” Gabriel confessed to her.
“Thank you, Gabriel, but you have a job I expect you to do well. You must take care of my Mistress now, not like I did, but in the way she desires to be taken care of. I’ll always love her, but she deserves her new life and frankly I can barely believe the change in her since you two have been together.” Lacy had indeed noticed that Freja was a slut slave in love, a hopelessly submissive love of the Master she never expected to find.
Gabriel and Freja bought Lacy a brand new Honda Accord to start out her new adventure in and when her bags were packed she took one last look at the naked and kneeling blonde bitch beside Gabriel. She knew it could have been her had fate to be at his knees if the cards had played out differently, but perhaps this was for the best. Her time with Mistress Freja had been memorable and she would cherish it forever, but now it was time for her new future.
After hugs, tears, and heartfelt goodbyes, Lacy climbed into her new car and drove down the long beach road which would bring her back to a world she’d put aside for a time. Yes, I know there will be rough times, disappointments and false hopes, but I also know he’s out there somewhere. I will find my true Master.
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The listening Lacy was disappointed to a small degree because she understood this meant she wouldn’t get to climb on Gabriel’s cock right now when her sexual need was so great. She would have to wait for her ride. Still though, the contest sounded hot and it meant getting fucked by both Doms.
“Not at all. Well, then it’s decided. By the way, to reassure you I do belong here, I’ll tell you I’m a guest at my brother’s home.” Gabriel pointed at a grey beach house about 300 yards down the beach which Freja and Lacy associated with a mousy-looking, rather nerdy young man named Albert.
“You’re Albert’s brother? Are you sure, I mean have you checked your DNA?” Freja’s comment was a joke based on the simple fact it was hard to believe the wide gap in personality which existed between Gabriel and his brother. Albert was known to be a video game addict who was rarely seen on the beach.
Gabriel smiled understand exactly what Freja was confused about. “They say it’s a split, half and half, between genetics and environment. Albert and I were born of the same parents, but after they split I grew up with Dad, while he grew up with Mom. So I guess that makes me wonder if single females really are the best parents as our society assumes they are?” Gabriel stood up and pulled up his trunks before continuing.
“Never mind, it’s just something I think about. Where do you girls live and when do you want me there.”
Freja pointed, to the white beach house with blue shutters as far in the opposite direction from Albert’s house as was possible. “We live there. Is eight okay with you, we should get an early start so the fun can last.” Freja gave a coy smile knowing it was her night to be dominant, but she was suddenly keenly aware of Gabriel’s likely distaste for what was going to happen to him. He was after all a dominant male and quite likely being fucked by a woman would be seriously demeaning for him. Yet even as she realized his possible distaste, she wondered why it mattered to her. A moment ago she’d been pissed at this cocky, dominant male so why was she suddenly worried about his discomfort?
“No, tonight is good, gives me less time to think about it.” He chuckled. “Should I come lubed?” He broke out in laughter and then apologized. “Sorry, gallows humor, I have a weakness for it.”
This exchange made Freja wonder even more about how he really felt about tonight. Was he really so upset if he could joke about it?
“Okay, we’ll expect you. Bye for now.” Freja turned to Lacy and held out the egg. “Sorry, dear, but you’ll need to put this back in.”
Lacy was still on her knees and she looked at the egg like it was a snake. After all her arousal had just died down a little and now she would be driven crazy with lust yet again. It was a long walk back to the house. She looked up at Gabriel with a face which practically pleaded with him to intercede with her Mistress on her behalf.
Gabriel reached down and offered Lacy his hand to help her up. “Sorry I couldn’t scratch your itch right away, but I will eventually.” After assisting Lacy, he reached down to pick up his blanket and began folding it.
“I understand, goodbye, Master Gabriel.” Lacy offered before she turned and took the egg form Freja’s hand. After she slipped it inside and felt the vibrations begin, she took a deep breath of resignation to her fate.
“Humm, maybe I’ll just leave it in until Gabriel comes. Wouldn’t that make you hot for cock, not his, mine.” Freja began walking and Lacy followed after Mistress after casting a long look at Gabriel who was by now walking in the opposite direction.
All the way home, Lacy contemplated her new circumstances between the spasms of lust. Wow, they’re both going to fuck each other and me. I wonder what will come of that. What if . . . no that couldn’t happen, could it? What if I begin to like Master Gabriel more than Mistress? How could I tell her that?
* * * *
In the afternoon the blue beach sky turned gray and that seemed to mirror the situation inside the girl’s beach house. Neither woman spoke much, but Freja wondered how attached Lacy might get to Gabriel and Lacy worried about what the result of being attracted to the ultra-confident male Dom might be.
When they sat down to supper Freja decided to try to feel her sub out. “Do you like him a lot, slave, or do you just lust for his cock?” It was sort of a trap question as Freja wasn’t going to like it either way Lacy answered.
“You mean Master Gabriel, Mistress?” Lacy questioned.
“Of course I do, what other cock have you sucked recently?” Freja couldn’t help letting some of her anxiety out.
“He’s different and I haven’t had much experience with men. I guess that makes him seem more attractive than he is.” Lacy was treading carefully knowing her Mistress was anxious about this subject.
“So right now he seems more attractive to you then me?” Freja’s voice was tense.
“No, Mistress, not more attractive, just different in an exciting way. Truthfully though, after we play and he fucks me, I’ll probably lose interest. I haven’t changed my mind about being with you. I love you, Mistress.” Lacy made the effort to put of a show of her devotion by slinking down out of her chair and kissing her Mistress’ feet to show her loyalty.
Lacy’s logical argument and her devotion made Freja reconsider and she decided Lacy was right. She would get over Gabriel after a good hard fucking.
“You’re probably right. I shouldn’t worry about this man thing. Let’s change the subject, what else can we discuss.” Freja sounded like her mind had been put at ease.
On the other hand, Lacy’s mind was in the turmoil of sexual arousal. Mistress had changed the batteries in the egg and it was still making her crazy to cum. “Could I ask a question, Mistress?”
“Certainly, what’s on your mind other than your obvious need?” Freja smiled slyly knowing how terribly horny Lacy was.
“Why did you want it? I mean you reached out for Gabriel’s cock. Did you like it too?” Lacy’s question was innocently asked, but it sparked thoughts in Freja she would rather not have had.
For a long moment Freja said nothing and Lacy wondered what was up with her Mistress until she finally seemed to come out of her deep thoughts. “Oh well, I guess I was a little interested. I mean he was impressive, right? Since we’ve been together I’ve mostly fucked submissive men so I guess, like you said, he was different.” Freja paused and then muttered. “Yes, very different.”
Lacy accepted the answer and didn’t probe deeper, but it sounded to her like it was just the tip of some lurking iceberg full of Freja’s feelings about men in general and Gabriel in specific.
* * * *
Gabriel was not late which surprised Freja because there was still lingering doubt in her that he would go through with this. He came in dressed in a white shirt and shorts, but without Freja having to say anything he stripped off.
“I’m playing this like you’re my Mistress too. I figure since this is your night you’d enjoy yourself more that way. I’m hoping you’ll extend me the same privilege tomorrow night.” He smiled, but Freja was instantly nervous.
The Swedish dominatrix hadn’t really considered this scenario when she proposed the challenge although she had to admit it was supremely logical. She had been thinking simply about sex not domination and submission. However despite the logic of Gabriel’s proposal there was something about it which made her terribly nervous. She didn’t really want to cede complete control to him, but if he was willing to cede control to her how could she refuse him the same privilege.
Freja adjusted her white latex halter top before she looked over toward Lacy. “I guess that’s alright, so I assume that means we can use bondage and punishment on each other. I must point out you have a lot more upper body strength than I do, so I’m a little unsure about allowing you to punish me. Plus poor Lacy isn’t use to being punished by the strength of a man.” Freja felt guilty about hiding behind Lacy, but her unreasonable fear of placing herself under Gabriel’s dominion made her do it.
Gabriel chuckled. “No problem, I have the perfect solution. Tomorrow night, I’ll use each of you to punish the other, if I deem you deserve it. There’s no danger if I never actually lift a finger.”
Gabriel’s solution stunned both women, but as with the last one it was intelligent and it would work. Freja looked at Lacy who looked back at her Mistress voicing no objection to this solution. I seemed she might end up punished by her slave.
“You mean Lacy would punish me?” Freja asked as if she hadn’t heard right.
Again Gabriel chuckled. “If you’re willing.” He paused and smiled. “She doesn’t hit too hard, does she?” His voice was clearly daring Freja to come up with another excuse not to play by the new parameters.
Freja realized this guy, this male from the gender she’d considered herself smarter than all her life, had indeed outmaneuvered her again. It became clear to Freja if she was who she thought she was she had to agree with Gabriel’s proposal. “Okay, sounds good and it should be fun.” Freja did her best to disguise her feeling of dread about tomorrow night perhaps because she didn’t fully understand why she felt that way.
“Great, then it’s done. Now would you have a collar for me? It would help me get in the mood.” Gabriel’s request surprised Freja, but it seemed genuine.
“Let me see. We might, but you might be better in a nice hood. It’s been a while since I’ve hooded a male slave.” Freja mused.
“If it pleases you to hood me, Mistress Freja, by all means do so.” Gabriel dipped his head obediently.
Freja took a minute to savor the words Mistress Freja coming from Gabriel’s lips before she turned to her own slave, the naked blonde standing behind her. “Escort your fellow slave to our cellar and let him remove your egg before you get him hard with your mouth. Neither of you have my permission to climax, but I’ll expect the egg to be removed and his cock to be erect when I come downstairs. Do you both understand?”
There were two “yes, Mistress” responses, one higher pitched and familiar while the other was a new lower baritone voice, but they were both music to Freja’s ears.
However when Lacy fully realized what her Mistress was asking her to do she became upset. “Did you say let him take it out! You mean I have to take his hand up inside me without coming.” Lacy was incredulous and she was sure that in her current state of arousal it couldn’t be done.
Before Freja could respond Gabriel did. “It will be okay, Lacy. We can do it. It just requires some discipline.”
Freja was a bit surprised at Gabriel’s response as she had indeed hoped it would cause her bitch to climax, giving her a perfect chance to punish her for such disobedience. She wondered if Gabriel truly could get the egg out without Lacy climaxing. “See, Lacy, he seems to know more of what you can do than you do. Alright then, off you go, I’ll be down there shortly.”
Lacy was embarrassed at her outburst as she considered herself the true submissive here. After all, she assumed Gabriel was just doing this so he could take control tomorrow night. Yet more and more she seemed astounded by Gabriel and his caring nature toward her. Never having had an emotional relationship with a man, she had always assumed they would be harder to please and a lot less caring about their female subs, but this didn’t seem to be the case with Gabriel. Unlike her Mistress, when Lacy thought about what tomorrow night would bring she was thrilled with the idea of being under Gabriel’s complete control. She wanted him to demand everything from her nubile body and she would willingly give it.
The one black spot for Lacy was what would happen beyond tomorrow night. What if I find I like being enslaved by a man more than what I have with Mistress? How do I tell her if she simply isn’t enough anymore?
While Freja went to the bedroom and gathered her strap-on, a white latex hood, and her flogger, Lacy and Gabriel went to the cellar to do what Lacy wanted, but dreaded.
“This is where we play when we get serious. I hope you like it.” Lacy offered as she turned on the cellar lights.
“Very nice. Can I assume you’ve been in all these?” Gabriel’s eyes scanned the cellar and immediately picked out the critical areas. There was an X-cross positioned against the far wall. Chains dangled from the ceiling in the center of the room and conveniently located under them was two shackle-like restraints for a sub’s feet. However the most interesting item was steel bar cage sitting atop a table so it was at a convenient height for copulation. As Gabriel’s eye examined it he saw it was designed to allow the sub’s head, hands, and the portion of the leg below the knee to stick out from the cage, but only so those extremities could be captured to hold the sub in a tight bondage.
“I have at one time or another.” Lacy answered.
“I’m willing to bet your Mistress fucks me in that.” Gabriel pointed to the unique cage.
“It wouldn’t surprise me, but may I ask you a question?” Lacy inquired.
“You may and you really don’t have to ask permission. Right now I’m Freja’s slave, just like you.” Gabriel turned to Lacy.
“Well . . . why? I mean why are you doing this? Is it just to get to fuck us tomorrow night? It does seem like a lot for an obviously dominant man to do.” Lacy was confused about Gabriel’s motivation and she was hoping to get more insight into the most interesting man she’d ever met.
“Well I won’t pretend I don’t want to fuck you and Freja because I very much do.” He winked at Lacy. “And I do have a plan for all this, but more than my plan this is me. You see when I started out exploring BDSM I was initially attracted to the submissive role because subs generally receive so much intense sexual pleasure, but when I finally exposed myself to dominance I realized it was my true calling. Yet even then I realized something else, my earlier experiences as a sub had helped me understand subs and I could use that as a Dom. Since a dominant’s main task is to make the experience all the submissive wants while enjoying it himself, I found my knowledge of how a sub feels invaluable. So I guess the bottom line is I’m not afraid to submit and I find I learn a lot when I do. Does that make any sense to you?” Gabriel reached out and touched Lacy’s belly tracing his finger across her smooth skin.
Lacy felt thrilled by his touch and was eager to show him. “Yes, yes it does, it makes a lot of sense.” She pushed his hand lower wanting him to touch her pussy. Gabriel’s explanation had only reinforced Lacy’s growing understanding of how much she wanted him to dominate her.
Gabriel’s fingers began to softly caress her intimate flesh and this reminded Lacy about the egg. “Ohh, the egg, how do you intend to get it out?” Lacy was more than anxious to feel Gabriel inside her even if it was only a single finger.
“I’ll carefully work a finger inside you without touching your clit, but then it’s up to you. You’ll need to push the egg down and out with your vaginal muscles enough so I can crook my finger around it and help it slide out. If we’re careful it should come out without you climaxing.” Gabriel’s fingers were even now slipping between Lacy’s labial lips into her all too wet slit, but somewhat to her disappointment, he was carefully avoiding her swollen clit.
Lacy made a sour face. “I wish I could come. It seems like I’ve been on the razor’s edge all day long.”
Gently Gabriel wormed his single digit inside Lacy. “No doubt you have and this must be a very heady experience for you considering your seeming lack of experience with men. Have you always been exclusive with Freja?”
Lacy gasped as Gabriel’s thick digit penetrated. “Oh yess, that feels so good, makes me want more.” Lacy let her hand brush Gabriel’s penis indicating it was the more she wanted. “I’ve played somewhat with the men Mistress played with, but they were always subs . . . not anything like you.” Lacy pressed closer to Gabriel’s hard body hoping to increase the penetration of his finger, but he was being obedient to their Mistress of the evening. “Oh my god, I don’t know about Mistress, but I can’t wait for tomorrow night.” Lacy clearly wanted tonight to be tomorrow night when Gabriel would be in charge and inside her.
“Okay, but it’s time to concentrate on the task at hand. Use your vaginal muscles to push the egg.” Gabriel’s mind seemed to be on the business of obedience to Freja and Lacy began to wonder if he did want her as much as she hoped he did. I can’t be imagining all this, can I?
Once Lacy concentrated and squeezed her inner muscles Gabriel easily got the end of his finger behind the egg and from there it was easy to slide it out of Lacy’s hot wet cunt. Both the egg and Gabriel’s finger felt slick with Lacy’s juices, but Gabriel had a good grip on it and he held it up, still vibrating, to her blue eyes. “It must provide some relief right, to have it out.”
Lacy seemed indecisive. Yes, it was no longer vibrating inside her, but that only left her feeling empty and unfulfilled making it easier to think of Gabriel’s cock replacing the egg. “I guess so, but shouldn’t I be getting to my job?”
Fluidly she went to her knees and kissed the head of his cock before looking up at him. “Until today, I would never have thought to do this, but now I want to so much. I want your cock in every hole I have. How could I have changed so much in just one day?”
Gabriel held her head as she swallowed him and he gently guided her as she willingly fucked her face on his shaft. Lacy seemed deeply engaged in what she was doing as if she was in her sub space where her mind was only concerned with pleasing her dominant, but Gabriel did answer her question in a soft whisper. “Yes, pretty bitch, you walked right through the door when I opened it for you, but what of your Mistress. Will she follow you?”
* * * *
“What are you, slave?” Freja screamed as she let her hips pound her strap-on into the caged Gabriel’s tight ass. She was finally were she wanted to be; fucking this haughty male who was too proud and all-too-smart for his own good. He had given her fits and starts all day and made her feel things she’d never felt before, but she was sure after he felt her female power up his ass his attitude and demeanor would be different, much different.
“I’m your bitch, Mistress Freja. I’m just your fuck bitch.” Gabriel’s words were uttered with passion which made Freja feel she had complete control and he had capitulated to her. Confined in the cage, Gabriel most regretted not having the use of his hands because he desperately wanted to stroke the engorged cock which hung helplessly between his legs. Barring that, he wished Lacy would be allowed to suck it again as she had earlier in the evening, but he doubted that would be allowed either. Freja had already whipped him, tormented his cock and balls with clothespins, and perhaps the most difficult of all she’d made him keep his cock in Lacy’s mouth while she’d fucked her female bitch ot orgasm; all without allowing Gabriel any release.
Having endured these challenges, Gabriel was relatively sure Mistress Freja had no intention of allowing him climactic release tonight.
“Yes, you are my bitch slave and you’re just like my other one except you won’t come on my cock tonight, will you? Where you jealous of her when she came? Perhaps you should have been. Remember only I decide who comes.” Freja was clearly in her element, enjoying her feminine dominance to the fullest extent. Right now, the uncertainty of tomorrow night was far from her mind.
Lacy stood naked in the center of the cellar with ankles chained to the floor and wrists chained high above her head. She been given a front row seat to watch as her Mistress fucked Gabriel, but she was sad because she had hoped for so much more. In her submissive imagination, Lacy had envisioned her body under Gabriel as Mistress fucked him so she could suck his cock and have it explode in her mouth allowing her to taste his seed for the first time.
However Freja hadn’t allowed this and now Lacy contemplated only one issue as she stood watching the man rape happen. How can I help him climax. What can I do to get Mistress to let him cum?
As the passionate fuck continued, Lacy also remembered with shameful guilt what had happened earlier when she’d had Mistress’ strap-on deep inside her. I wasn’t even thinking of her, not once. All I could do was imagine it was him inside me. It was true, despite the fact that Gabriel’s cock had been in her mouth then, Lacy had indeed imagined the impossible, that he was behind her fucking her pussy too. To her it had been as if Freja wasn’t even there. To contain the damage, Lacy had been telling herself it had only happened because Gabriel was new and different. Surely once she was alone with her Mistress again she would regain her desire for Freja’s dominance, wouldn’t she? Her excuses had seemed so weak when Freja had chained her in place she could barely look at Freja. Never had she felt so disloyal to her long-time lover.
Finally the intensity of the pleasure generated by the female end of the strap-on buried deep in Freja’s pussy became enough to force her climax. As the dominatrix was pushed over the edge, she wailed and writhed just as Lacy had, but there seemed there would be no pleasure tonight for Gabriel. Confined in the cage and hooded, Gabriel remained stoic saying nothing, but Lacy felt for him deeply. She was on the edge of anger at her Mistress as her mind desperately searched for some way to get Gabriel what he deserved.
Freja was just recovering from orgasm, coming back to her senses, when she squealed. “Oh, it isn’t fair. I have to remember to order one of those new models, the ones with the reservoir for fake semen. Any sub I fuck should be anointed with my cum on his face.” Freja’s regret instantly gave Lacy an idea.
“Mistress, may I have permission to stroke him off on his own face. It would be the ultimate act of submission to you.” Lacy hoped Gabriel wouldn’t be repelled by her idea, but with his open-mindedness she didn’t think he would.
The idea immediately appealed to Freja, just as Lacy had hoped it would. “Yes, a simply wonderful idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” Freja wondered why she hadn’t, but she was more than pleased Lacy had as it sort of soothed any misgiving she’d had earlier about Lacy becoming too attracted to Gabriel.
“Are you willing to let this happen, slave?” Freja realized the wrestling match which might ensue if Gabriel refused to allow the demeaning suggestion and she suspected that even combined with Lacy she would likely not win such a tussle.
Gabriel paused a moment and then responded in a semi-hesitant manner. “Tonight I am your slave, bound to grant your every desire, Mistress.”
Gabriel had sounded just hesitant enough to give Freja an instant thrill at the thought he didn’t really want to do it, but Lacy instantly wondered if he was doing a spot on acting job for Freja’s benefit. Lacy wasn’t completely sure his reluctance wasn’t genuine, but it felt that way to her.
Working quickly, Freja released Lacy so she could assist in getting Gabriel out of the cage and into position. Once he was freed of the cage, they removed his hood before they got him, with his assistance, into a position with his head, upper back, and shoulders on the floor and his lower back, butt, and legs ascending up the cellar wall. It was a high stress position for his back especially when Freja pulled his legs down and forward so his stiff cock was now pointed downward toward his handsome face. Freja knew she shouldn’t keep him in this position long, but she also knew she wouldn’t have to as his cock was primed, it would go off with a few stokes of Lacy’s hand.
While holding Gabriel’s legs so he did not fall, Freja positioned her head between them giving her a perfect view of his face. “Go ahead, slave, stroke the beast.”
Lacy smiled at Gabriel in hopes he was pleased with her effort on his behalf, but he didn’t smile back. She gripped his erection and stroked it slowly at first, but soon she increased her speed and the tightness of her grip.
Freja was all too right that it wouldn’t take long for Gabriel to spew his own seed all over his face and chest. As she looked down on the sight the dominatrix giggled. “What a perfect end to a wonderful night, a man with cum on his face. Now Lacy, you may lick it off, but not all of it. Share some with Gabriel so he can be a cum slut like you want to be.” Freja realized Gabriel need to get out of the difficult position and with Lacy’s help she lowered him back to the floor. Now Freja backed away to watch her two slaves lick cum.
Freja only watched a few minutes, just long enough to see Gabriel taste his seed, before she spoke to her slaves. “Going to bed now, I’ll expect you to show Gabriel out, slave, and then bring your tongue to me for a nightcap orgasm.” Freja turned to leave feeling on top of the world.
However Gabriel knew just the words which would bring the dominatrix back down to earth. “I hope you enjoyed this evening, Mistress Freja, as much as did and I hope you enjoy tomorrow night.” Gabriel’s words brought the specter of the second part of the deal to the forefront of Freja’s mind and she stopped suddenly which told Gabriel his tactics had been wholly successful.
“Ahhh . . . yes, I almost forgot. Of course I’m looking forward to tomorrow night.” Freja tried to speak the words with conviction, but it simply wasn’t there and both Gabriel and Lacy sensed it.
Freja left for the bedroom with no further words and Lacy continued with the job of cum removal. It felt wonderful to be alone with Gabriel if only for a short time. After he was cleaned she led him upstairs with her body nearly pasted to his and watched as he dressed to go. He kissed her, but after he did he pulled her naked body close to say something.
Lacy felt sure this was to be the moment he confessed his desire for her. She felt strongly he wanted her as his sub, but such a thing might put her in the terrible position of having to choose between Gabriel and Freja. If they couldn’t come to some agreement by which they shared her she would have to choose.
“Listen, Lacy, today, tonight, and especially tomorrow are going to be difficult for all of us with lots of emotion and desire clouding things up. I want you to understand my intention is not to hurt either you or your Mistress, but what happens truly must happen. I just want to warn you not to get too high or too low until things clear and you know the whole picture. Good night and I’ll see you later today.” Gabriel left quickly leaving Lacy feeling completely confused. Does he want me, or does he just want to play with us for a few nights. I feel like he does want me, but could I just be imagining it?
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Freja sauntered along beside her lover as the warm waters of the Pacific Ocean lapped over their feet and the fading sun dappled over both their nude bodies. They often walked nude along this stretch of the private beach they lived on, but today it was impossible not to notice the difficulty Lacy was having. Her walk was halting as if something inside her body was making it hard to take even easy steps. A closer look would reveal she was breathing heavily as if she were running, but the truth was she was merely trying to control the internal struggle going on inside her body.
Both Freja and Lacy were almost exactly the same age with natural blonde hair and stunning blue eyes and they were both within millimeters of six feet tall, but while they were only born days apart the lovers were lucky to have found each other because they were born nearly half a world apart.
Lacy was a laid back Northern Cali girl, who grew up in a well-to-do family not far from this beach in Bayside, CA. It had been a storybook childhood for Lacy and by the time she was seventeen she had high school, straight A’s, and her loved sport volleyball wrapped around her finger. Of course as soon as Lacy’s breasts sprouted she’d had every cute boy imaginable chasing her, but boys were a conundrum for Lacy, but it did bothered Lacy that at a time when her girlfriends were discovering boys and the intricacies of sex and whispering about it, she seemed unsure.
Of course Lacy did have a clue what did interest her; girls, but it wasn’t that easy because all the girls she seemed to want were gaga over guys. She had to settle for showering with them after practice and going to parties where they would strip down to their panties or perhaps less and talk about sex. Of course the topic was mostly guys, and cocks, so Lacy dealt with some frustration when it came to touching another girl. She wondered when would she find a girl who would accept her sexual feelings and let her explore.
The other surprise in Lacy’s high school life was all her friends thought Lacy was destined for a big name college on a volleyball scholarship, but Lacy had other ideas. Staying near home and the lure of being the star of a team sounded good to Lacy so she applied to Columbia College, a small local college. Even though more prestigious universities which were within the grasp of her GPA and test score, Lacy wanted not only to be assured she’d play, but to be the star player of the Lady Claim Jumpers volleyball team. It all came true as she and she lead them to league titles the first three years she played there.
However in the preseason of her senior season, fate intruded when her team, despite their small school status, was invited to compete in an international tournament hosted by Stanford University.
Attending an international woman’s volleyball tournament was like laying out a banquet of slim, sexy young women for Lacy. She became distracted by so many athletic young women from so many different places with so many different looks and soon she found her mind was more on possible carnal relationships than it was on volleyball.
It didn’t take long, the very first day of practice, for Lacy to spot what could have been a reflection of herself. A blonde, blue-eyed goddess was practicing with her Swedish team on the very next court and Lacy couldn’t take her eyes off the girl. She noticed everything, including how the blonde was in complete control of her teammates. As Lacy watched the blonde confidently order her teammates about a thrill passed through her and she wondered. Would she take charge of me like that?
Of course as Lacy watched the Swedish team her performance for her own team suffered and it was Callie, a good friend and the team’s setter, who breeched the topic first.
“Lace, do you want to schedule another practice time? You seem really out of it. Maybe we should try to get a time when that Swedish team isn’t in the gym.” Callie and Lacy’s whole team was now staring at her.
“Sorry, I’ll get it together.” Lacy realized she had to concentrate on volleyball, but there was more on her mind. “But . . . like . . . what do you think of her.” Lacy knew they would know who she meant.
Christy, the libero whose long red hair was done up in a bun, said what Lacy wanted to hear. “What’s to think, she’s hot like you. You should go meet her after practice, but you gotta stay focused at practice.” Christy giggled and the whole team joined her, but Lacy’s mind shifted to another worry.
Wait, what if she doesn’t speak English? I don’t want to be asking her for a date through an interpreter. Lacy knew she didn’t speak Swedish, and the instructions the blonde goddess had been barking to her teammates had been in a foreign language so the worry was realistic.
Lacy took a few deep breaths to clear her head and she tried to ignore the blue spandex-clad Swedes in favor of her own team. The drills got heavy and Lacy practiced well having put the blonde out of her mind, but when practice was over there was a shock.
When Lacy looked to the sidelines there was the blonde seemingly waiting for her and a quick glance toward the locker room revealed the whole Swedish team watching their captain. Oh my god, does she know I was watching her?
Lacy felt stuck, like her feet couldn’t move, but thankfully the Swedish girl didn’t. She confidently walked out on the court as Lacy’s teammates also watched with more than passing interest.
Lacy watched her dream girl approach and she told herself. Come on, smile, act normal, and don’t say something stupid.
“Hi . . . I’m Lacy from the Columbia College team. Do you speak English?” Lacy held her breath hoping this budding romance wasn’t threatened by a language barrier.
“Yes, I studied it. My name is Freja. I noticed you were watching me and I wondered if there was somewhere local we could go to get to know each other. You’re very beautiful.” The Swedish girl smiled, but she showed no embarrassment.
Now Lacy let her eyes roam over the Freja’s body checking out her long, naturally flaxen hair and what seemed like a more than generous bust line held in place by a tight sports bra. Lacy’s eyes took in the tight spandex shorts covering the V of the Freja’s flaring hips.
“Freja, how beautiful and you are so beautiful. Ahh . . . well I’m sure there’s someplace we can go. I’m local, but not real local so I’ll have to check it out.” Lacy was eager to keep the conversation going.
“Okay, should I meet you here after I shower?” Freja seemed motivated to continue things too.
“Yah, great idea, say twenty minutes.” Lacy felt things were going well, but Freja wasn’t going to trust blind luck.
“May I ask you something?” Freja sounded ultra-serious.
“Sure, anything.” Lacy tried to sound cool, but the change in tone worried her.
“You like girls, right? I mean, how do you say, you are bisexual? I ask because I’m not looking for a pen pal. I want a girl to love and to love me.” Freja never batted an eyelash or showed any sign of nerves as she laid it on the line.
Wow, these Swedes really tell it like it is. I like her. Feeling wildly nervous, but deliciously excited, Lacy carefully chose her words. “Yes, Freja, I’m bisexual and I really think I want to be with you. The truth is, you’ve got me hanging on your every word.”
Suddenly there was a sly smile on Freja’s face and the Swedish blonde came very close. Slowly she reached out and took hold of the waistband of Lacy’s black spandex shorts. Pulling the band out, she slipped her fingers inside much to Lacy’s surprise. “You like when I take control, Lacy? Does letting me do as I please excite you?”
This was a situation unlike any Lacy had faced. She was nearly overwhelmed by the overt sensuality of Freya’s fingers inches from her pussy. Her mind had a hard time making sense of Freja’s words because the Swedish girl’s scent was in the air making her arousal leap up and pound at her brain. “Yes, Freja, it does. It really does. I think I’d like to explore that.”
Freja released the waistband and removed her fingers from inside Lacy’s shorts, but as a tease she let her fingers run up Lacy’s spandex-covered crotch very slowly. “Good girl, Freja likes you.”
Lacy sighed and softly moaned her need when Freja’s fingers broke contact with her spandex. “May I have more please?”
“Yes, after we shower, meet me here. We’ll go out to eat and then maybe . . .” Freja didn’t finish, she just turned and strutted toward the locker rooms.
Lacy’s eyes followed the blue spandex-clad ass across the courts as her mind tried to finish the sentence. You can come home with me.
Lacy had no idea what she’d just done, bridging the gap between fantasizing about submission to actually asking someone to do it to her. For her it was just natural, a pure extension of her needs to be dominated.
As Lacy turned toward the locker room she saw her teammates looking at her with awed faces. I wonder what they think. Maybe they think I’m a slut for letting her touch me that way. It doesn’t matter though. The only thing that matters is being with Freja and finding out why I want this so badly.
“Oh my god, girl, you are hardcore. I had no idea.” It was Christy, her eyes wide as saucers in awe of what Lacy had done.
“How did you find the courage to let a stranger do that to you?” Now Callie chipped in seemingly just as impressed as Christy was. There was a murmur of excitement from the other girls.
“Well, I’m not sure. I guess I just felt it. Maybe I’ve felt it all my life.” Lacy didn’t know it yet, but none of her teammates would think her a slut, in fact her status only grew in their eyes.
* * * *
Now, three and a half years later, as the two lovers walked along the beach Lacy knew how it had all turned out. Freja was now her Mistress and as they both walked naked down the beach slave Lacy whined to her Mistress.
“Mistress, please.” Lacy pleaded in a breathy voice. “I need permission to cum. The egg is driving me crazy.” The source of Lacy’s difficulty was a remote control vibrating egg which her Mistress had pushed deep in her vagina. Freja wore the remote on the only thing she wore, a thin gold chain dangling around her hips which sported a charm bejeweled with pink cubic zirconium spelling out the word bitch on it. She had purposefully let the remote dangle loosely from the chain so it was over her pussy. In this way every time she reached for it she would touch herself.
“Nonsense, I haven’t even turned it all the way up yet, slut. I told you we had to work on your stamina. As my slave you can’t be coming all the time and besides, you’ve taken it higher than this many times before.” With this comment, Freja reached down to the remote, turned it up from seven to nine, and ran her finger over her clit in a delicious circular motion.
“Ohhhh god, please, please, please. Let me cum.” Lacy staggered forward with her pussy fired with pure arousal. She needed release so bad she would do anything to secure her Mistress’ permission to climax.
“Hummm, I suppose I could lay you out on the sand and finger fuck your hole right here on the beach. No doubt a slut like you would love that.” Freja fixed her cool Scandinavian blues on her sub thinking how Lacy had changed from the somewhat unsure volleyball player she’d met at Stanford.
It was true, and Lacy knew it. She had long since given in to submitting in every way to Freja and now her sexually charged world revolved around serving her Mistress in every imaginable way.
“Yes, Mistress, fuck me in the sand . . . if you please, fuck me anywhere, but please let me. I . . . have to come.” Lacy’s breath was coming ragged now, interfering with her speech and her blue eyes were wild with unsatisfied need.
All this was music to Freja’s ears because it meant she had complete control. Lacy would do anything for relief. It was then Freja scanned the beach looking for any opportunity to play games with her sub. She saw a young man laying out on a blanket about fifty yards up the beach, but she thought it strange that she did not recognize him. As this was a private beach, he should be a neighbor and she knew all her neighbors. However he looked handsome and well-built so the thought of making Lacy climax in front of a complete stranger entered Freja’s kinky head. How deliciously humiliating it would be for her sub.
“Do you see the guy over there?” Freja asked her slave.
Lacy looked over at the guy. “Yes, Mistress.” Lacy had only limited experience with men, limited by Freja’s desires. During their time together Freja had invited a few select men to play with them. Twice they had been submissive men and Freja had taken a strap-on to them, but strangely they had more often been dominant men who Freja had let ravage Lacy under certain rules while she watched. Each experience with a dominant man had taught Lacy something of men, but more importantly Lacy had learned her Mistress thoroughly enjoyed watching her with dominant men yet she could not figure out why.
“I’m going to take you over there, introduce you to him, and you’ll follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?” Freja let her tone indicate this would be done unless for some reason Lacy spoke her safe word to stop it.
However incurring her safe word was perhaps the farthest thing from Lacy’s mind as her Mistress’ tone and words spiked her arousal to a new high. Oh god, Mistress is going to make me come for him. I know it.
“Yes, Mistress, as you say.” Lacy turned and began her halting walk toward where the guy was lying out.
Intentionally Freja stepped up their pace to a jog knowing the young man couldn’t help but notice the breasts of two nubile naked blondes running toward him. What guy would not be transfixed by such a sight?
“Hello, I haven’t seen you here before. You are aware this is a private beach, right? You must own property here to be here.” Freja first wanted to establish the stranger’s identity and in the process establish her authority.
“Really, well that’s quite interesting.” It was all he said as he looked them over.
Freja began to look him over and what she saw pleased her. Deep, soulful brown eyes mixed well with his wavy black hair, tanned skin, a flat stomach, good abdominal and upper arm musculature, and a shaved chest. He was wear board trunks in a maroon shade and as Freja evaluated he flashed a sexy smile at her. “So I assume you realize now you don’t belong here.”
The guy had turned from Freja to evaluate Lacy’s splendor. “No, not at all. Are you two sisters?”
Freja was sensing a slight annoyance at his cavalier attitude. “No, we are lovers. So am I to assume you are a guest of someone living in one of these homes?” Freja was feeling the pressure to make him respond to her authority, but she sensed he didn’t want to.
“You could assume that, if you wish. I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. My name is Gabriel and I’m not on the habit of conversing with naked women who don’t have the courtesy to introduce themselves.” Gabriel’s voice oozed self-confidence and now his eyes stared at Freja.
Freja was angry wondered who the hell this guy thought he was, but she realized she’d been outflanked at her own game and now she had to give her name as he had asked which was her recognizing his authority. “My name is Freja and this is my lover and submissive Lacy.”
Lacy dipped her head to Gabriel because she thought it best, but Freja noticed immediately how Gabriel’s eyes flickered at the mention of the word submissive. She couldn’t help but wonder, did he know the lifestyle, was he a Dom?
“Submissive you say. I assume you are her Mistress.” Gabriel laughed softly. “You two want to play, don’t you?” He looked straight at Freja as if daring her to deny his assumption.
This only added to Freja’s annoyance over not being able to control things from the beginning, but what could she do? Her options seemed to be withdrawal or admitting he was right and asking him to play. Freja was rarely indecisive and so it only too her a moment to decide she did want Gabriel to play with them. “Yes, your right, Gabriel, I would like to have you play with my bitch.”
Freja turned and grabbed hold of her sub’s arm bringing her closer up to Gabriel. “Why don’t you kneel, slave, and tell Gabriel of you problem. Perhaps you should show him your needy cunt and tell him why it’s so sopping wet.” Freja compelled Lacy to kneel a mere two feet from Gabriel’s face. “Spread those knees wide so he can see.”
Lacy complied and it made her arousal spike again. She was certain her heart would thump its way right out of her chest.
Gabriel took a moment to simply observe before he reached out and began to caress Lacy’s opened thighs moving closer and closer to her shaved pussy. “Do you like being a slave, Lacy? Do you serve your Mistress well?”
It was the way the word slave just rolled off Gabriel’s tongue that let Freja know he was in some way experienced in BDSM. She knew no vanilla guy would so easily ask such questions of her bitch. She had to admit, Gabriel was far more interesting than she’d expected.
“I . . . do like it. Mistress makes me feel . . . “ Lacy paused as she was unsure what to say, but Freja completed her sentence,
“Like the horny, little, slut slave she is. Spread those lips and show him how much you need cock.” Freja dipped down with the intention of pulling her slave’s labial lips apart to display her pink wetness, but Gabriel stopped her.
“No, you invited me to play with her didn’t you? If so, let me play as I see fit.” Gabriel’s tone was commanding and it cut right through Freja.
Freja’s first reaction was defensive and possessive. “She’s my slave. I’ll do as I please with her.”
“Okay, then find some idiot to play with. I suggest someone who has no idea what he’s doing. “ Gabriel turned away and lay face down on his blanket. “You’re blocking my sun.” He informed Freja.
The Swedish woman was incensed not believing the nerve of this man, but she had invited him to play and a look at Lacy’s big blue eyes told her the sub wanted Gabriel to play. However, there was also something else, a budding feeling inside Freja, one she did not yet understand.
“Alright, I’m sorry, do as you desire except I don’t want you to penetrate her, please.” Freja felt a little humiliated to use the word please as it appeared like she was begging a man which had always been distasteful to her.
“Apology accepted and I promise no penetration by me without your permission.” It seemed so easy a deal for Gabriel to make that Freja felt no thrill over making him do it. He seemed to want to.
Now Gabriel sat back up and turned his attention to Lacy. His hand went straight to her pussy where he simply rubbed feeling the wetness seeping out. “Oh yes, you’re quite wet, slave. Do you want to show me why you’re so needy. Go ahead, you know you want me to see.” Gabriel looked up at Freja.
“I have a rule for you. I won’t penetrate her, but if she actively penetrates herself on me, you allow it.” Gabriel smiled knowing he’d likely brought up a scenario Freja wouldn’t have considered.
Freja was taken aback and it didn’t take too long to realize she was dealing with a Dominant of at least equal ability to her own. She looked at her slave and the longing was still evident in Lacy’s eyes. How could she say no, after all she had started this whole thing. “Agreed, but she has to do it all.”
“Well, Lacy, it seems your Mistress really does care about you. Do you feel her love?” Gabriel laughed softly.
Lacy didn’t understand the subtle nuances of the two Dominant’s interactions. “Mistress does care for me, she always has.”
“I know, but you were about to show me something. Shall we get back to that?” Gabriel pushed Lacy back in the direction he wanted her to go in.
“Yes, alright, but may I, Mistress?” Lacy looked at Freja for permission to do what Gabriel wanted.
“Go ahead, slave, do as he asks.” Freja felt uncomfortably not in control of her slave despite having granted permission.
Lacy immediately leaned back and placed her left hand firmly on the sand while elevating her pussy by squatting on her feet. With her knees still spread wide, she snaked her right hand down to her pussy and slipped her fingers inside, but it didn’t stop there. Right now it looked like Lacy was about to masturbate, but she didn’t have permission for that.
First she pushed one finger and then quickly two, followed shortly by the third and then the fourth all pushing deeper in her wet sex sheath. Once the fourth was in, it was easy to tuck the thumb inside and push so Lacy’s whole hand disappeared into her sex. “Ohhhh god, please let me cum.”
“No, absolute not, do as you’ve been instructed, nothing more.” Gabriel was right on top of Lacy’s whining request to climax denying it before Freja had a chance to. Gabriel’s decisive denial made Freja’s arousal spike.
Having been denied what she truly wanted, Lacy went about the business of capturing the slippery egg and with her fingers and her vaginal muscles pushing it out of her hot. all-too-eager hole.
“Ahhh, the culprit, as I suspected.” Gabriel looked at Freja and spotted the remote dangling right in front to her pussy. He brazenly reached out much to Freja’s surprise and touched the remote to turn it for further examination. “I’ve never used one of these with a female sub. It’s good to see they produce such dramatic results.”
Lacy was holding the egg in her right hand offering it to Gabriel, but his attention was on Freja whose eyes were looking down at his hand so near her pussy. In a smooth motion, Gabriel released the remote, but let his hand brush lightly against Freja’s clit. The Swedish woman said nothing, but she enjoyed the touch.
“Give the egg to Mistress, slave, and then come over here. I have something for you.” Gabriel began pulling his trunks down.
Obediently, Lacy handed Freja the egg, but as she did she saw her Mistress’ eyes were glued to Gabriel. When she followed them she saw Gabriel’s exposed, partially erect penis. Oh god, he’s going to make me play with it, maybe suck it, and then. Lacy followed those actions to the conclusion she knew they would lead to. Is Mistress going to let me fuck myself on this cock? Lacy knew Mistress had given her permission for Lacy to actively penetrate herself, but what she wasn’t sure of was would she do it on her own. In the past, when dominant men had fucked her Mistress had instructed and controlled the sex every step of the way, but strangely Mistress seemed not in control when it came to Gabriel.
“Do you want to touch it, slave?” Gabriel’s question was pointed, demanding an answer from Lacy.
Lacy looked at Mistress, but Freja’s eyes were on the cock. “Yes, Master Gabriel, I do.” She had decided Gabriel deserved this title of respect.
“Then do so. Play with it freely. Do as your desire wills you to.” Gabriel’s words seemed to reverberate in Lacy’s head justifying her use of the title Master.
Lacy reached out and grasped the warm flesh which seemed to further solidify in her hand. It was large, thicker and longer than any cock she’d ever touched. Lacy began to slowly move her hand up and down, stoking the awakening monster.
Now, to Lacy’s utter surprise, Freja dropped her knees to the blanket beside Lacy. The Swedish woman reached out her hand moving it slowly toward the thing her eyes were fixed upon.
“What are you doing, Mistress Freja?” It was Gabriel, softly demanding an explanation for her actions.
“I want to touch it too.” Freja explained never taking her eyes off the prize.
“Have I broken your rule?” Gabriel asked as his hand intercepted Freja’s.
Sounding annoyed, Freja responded. “No, but I just want to touch it.” She tried to break Gabriel’s grip on her wrist but it was too strong.
“If you do this ends now. You need to respect that I’m playing with Lacy.” Gabriel instantly released Freja’s wrist to see if she would challenge him.
Freja stared at Gabriel, her eyes burning with the desire to do as she wished, but eventually she withdrew her hand and stood back up.
Lacy understood her Mistress had been put in her place and she felt partially responsible. She loved Freja and owed her for leading her into this hedonistic, sexual-charged lifestyle. Shouldn’t I be loyal now? Shouldn’t I refuse to touch him if Mistress can’t?
The answer came as she tried to pull her hand away and found she couldn’t. It was too big, too hard, too warm for her to let go of. She wanted his cock on a level she’d never felt before. Did she like it because he was letting her do as she pleased with it, or was it despite that?
Instead of pulling her hand away, Lacy leaned in and slipped out her tongue to taste the fat head of the cock.
“Does your slut suck cock often, Freja?” Gabriel asked smiling at Freja as he did.
Freja took a moment to respond. “She has sucked cock before, but they’ve been few and far between.” Freja seemed fascinated at the sight of Lacy taking more and more of Gabriel’s stiffness in her mouth.
“I hope you’re not upset by this, but it appears she wants more.” Gabriel laughed softly.
Freja said nothing, but watched intently.
“Does Mistress fuck you with a strap-on, slave?” Gabriel probed deeper and this got a rise out of Freja.
“I do and I fuck men too, so be careful.” Freja smiled at Gabriel feeling she finally had a one up on him.
“Oh, I see and I shall.” Gabriel returned his attention to Lacy who was by now sucking his cock quite passionately.
“Does Mistress fuck you good, slave? Do you feel no one else can fuck you like she does?” Gabriel asked.
Sensing the answer was important, not only to her and Gabriel but to Mistress, Lacy pulled off the fat wet cock and looked at Gabriel. “No one fucks me like Mistress. She is the best.”
“Outstanding, chalk one up for Mistress Freja.” Gabriel nodded to Freja. “But wait, has anyone else ever got the chance to try?”
Freja nearly exploded. “You bastard, how dare you insinuate!”
“Oh, methinks someone doth protest too much.” Gabriel stated before he began to laugh deeply.
Lacy could tell Mistress was furious and she got defensive of her relationship with Freja. She didn’t know why, but she thought she should defend her Mistress. “She is the best, better than you.” Lacy’s outburst brought the eyes of both dominants to her, which was an uncomfortable feeling.
Immediately she began to apologize. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Interesting, you have her believing it, Freja. Well done regardless of whether or not it’s true. All subs should believe in their Dom as deeply as she does.” Gabriel’s words were his first real compliment to Freja and she knew it.
“Do you really think you can do her better? That might be an interesting contest, if I allow it.” For Freja, the compliment had done just what Gabriel had intended; soften the blow but get Freja thinking if she truly was the best. She had after all never allowed Lacy to freely sample men without her controlling hand.
“Do I sense a contest coming? Are you sure you want to, I mean, aren’t I bigger than your strap-on?” Gabriel again began to softly laugh.
Freja was stunned and she wondered how Gabriel got cocky enough to willingly compare himself to a strap-on. Staring at his standing erection, she had to admit its length and girth was impressive, but it wasn’t bigger than her latex cock. It couldn’t be, could it?
Not wanting to appear freaked out, Freja joined in with Gabriel’s laughter, but she had a pointed question for him when he stopped. “What’s in it for me if I allow this contest?”
Gabriel never batted an eyelash before responding. “What do you want, name it?”
Freja took a moment for she was surprised at his willingness. Did she dare ask for what she was thinking?
“I suggest two nights of play on our home ground. The first night I get to fuck both of you as I desire. The second night you get to fuck both of us as you desire. Then Lacy can decide whose best with a cock.” Part of Freja didn’t believe she’d made this proposal and another part was sure Gabriel would quickly reject it, but a third part was hoping against the odds he’d say yes.
“Done, name the first night.” Gabriel’s decisiveness was stunning to both women, but both felt a surge of renewed arousal.
“Is tonight too early?” Freja asked as she licked her lips.
The listening Lacy was disappointed to a small degree because she understood this meant she wouldn’t get to climb on Gabriel’s cock right now when her sexual need was so great. She would have to wait for her ride. Still though, the contest sounded hot and it meant getting fucked by both Doms.