Fantasy or reality? You decide.
Tonight I shall be pampered. Three men, as is only right, focused entirely on me, my body, my pleasure.
john wants to be a slave. Tonight he is coming over to cook me dinner, if he does well perhaps it will become much more than that. John and I will be joined by hubby and my good friend tammy.
Hubby isn't a sub, so we don't play Mistress / slave games together, rather we have a wonderful time with those who submit to us both. Tonight he will be my bull as the other two suffer. Together we shall create for them a night they will never forget. A night of pain, anguish, bondage, excitement, joy, and fulfillment.
tammy has an extremely strong fetish for bondage. Ropes, chains, straps, gags, and hoods. The more restrictive and painful the better as far as she is concerned. Like everyone she also has a weakness for beautiful women, and suffers mightily when teased and denied.
After dinner poor tammy will be dressed in her tight corset and ballet boots. She will be severely gagged, then hooded. I will truss her up in nice tight bondage, she will have no hope of touching herself, or of watching me, but she will be able to hear absolutely everything. Every cry of pain, every moan of pleasure. She will lie on the floor whimpering as she longs to see my body, my pleasure, as she longs to touch herself, give herself much needed but always denied relief.
I'll not be able to keep tammy in such bondage all night long, but I do want her to spend the entire night denied, unable to get the sounds of my pleasure out of her head, tormented by her own excitement, unable to have it fulfilled. Luckily tammy owns a high quality chastity device, so she will have her genitals locked safely away, it will probably be quite some time before I decide to let her out. In the past I've kept her locked up for so long I think she sometimes believes that I've forgotten all about it. What she doesn't know is how much I relish her silent suffering.
I don't know john nearly as well. He desires to be my slave, but he is new to my life. Tonight will be my opportunity to get to know him extremely well. By tomorrow morning I'll know exactly what makes him tick, how to best use his submissive desires to bend him to my will and whim. While tammy will be fulfilling a passive role in tonight's fantasy, john's role will be much more active.
After dinner, while tammy dresses herself as my fetish whore, john and I will wander over to my dungeon, select many toys for the nights games, and deliver them to my bedroom where he will suffer through them all.
Back in my house, in my bedroom, john's anticipation of what is to come can build and build as he watches me bind tammy, expertly use rope and leather to make her completely dependent upon me. To remove any ability she has for free will or free expression. john will then be stripped and placed upon my bed, a perfect place for hubby and I to hurtle him towards his own limits of pain and excitement.
Standing over him I want john beaten. I want his ass, his thighs, his shoulders red and raw as evidence of his suffering. I want his cock leaking as evidence of his desire. Lying beside him I want his nipples between my teeth, his cries of pain at my bite evidence of my role as predator, and his role as my prey. I want his cock and balls crushed in my fist, a seemingly unending competition in his genitals between need and pain, a perfect blending of both evidencing my role as his superior, his as my property.
I'll take john to the very limits of his endurance for pain and desire, then his evening will shift focus from his own body to mine. Like tammy I don't want john experiencing orgasm, this transition in focus will be the perfect opportunity to fit him in a CB 3000 to ensure his ongoing orgasm denial.
Made perfectly pliable by his pain and his need, john will use his mouth and tongue to worship me, to begin providing me my own physical pleasure. As hubby directs, and tammy helplessly listens, john will start at my feet, ultimately massaging every inch of my body with his lips and tongue. If he lingers too long in any one spot, or his overwhelming need causes him to loose concentration he will be reminded of his task with hubbies leather belt landing across his ass. He will learn of our mercilessness the hard way, but he will not forget his lessons, and soon will discover how to provide absolutely perfect body worship.
Hubby and I will know when john's task is done by our own rising desire, our own need for release with each other. john will be moved, to kneel on the floor beside my bed, and hooded to remove his sense of sight. Both he and tammy will be allowed to listen as hubby and I take pleasure in each other bodies and cum together. Ourselves satisfied, our poor submissives will by this point be wild with their own denied desires, a denial ruthlessly enforced with the chastity devices.
Sated, I'll have only one more small torture in mind for john and tammy. tammy absolutely loves cigars. I'm not sure if it is because of the taste or because she loves having something shaped much like a cock in her mouth. I don't know if john is a cigar aficionado, but if not, he will learn to be tonight. Our own mingled fluids will serve as irrefutable evidence of the physical pleasure hubby and I took in each others bodies, I'll roll two cigars in our mingled fluids for our slaves, they will get the special treat on the deck tonight before they are put to bed.
Both will be spending the night tonight, perfectly satisfied I'll sleep easily dreaming of my slaves denied needs and torments. I don't think tammy and john will sleep nearly so well.
Fantasy or reality? You decide.