035. Becoming Trish's Pet - part 2

"I see I'm not overdressed for your plans this evening." Trish gazed the length of his body when he offered his hand to help her from her vehicle. A crimson blush enveloped her when she placed her hand in his and exited her vehicle. Her brows furrowed. Mike hadn't disclosed his evening plans to her; an air of uncertainty regarding how he'd like her to dress, or act for that matter, caused unease. But when she'd seen him approach her car, she had known she'd made the right choices.

 

A quick grab at her long coat as she twisted her legs and placed her feet on the blacktop had Mike's interest. Although he couldn't see beneath the coat, he had noticed her "fuck me pumps," the same heels she'd worn when he visited her last week. The pumps, black leather, 6" heels, pointed toe, and a strap around each ankle with a lock that secured them to her slender ankles caused an instant heat right to his loins. The only difference this time was that her black satin hose had been replaced with a very fine fishnet. She grabbed her purse before she slid from the door, allowing Mike to close it for her.

 

Painstakingly, Mike recalled her message to him at the end of their last date, "You will under no circumstance reveal your excitement. Is that understood?" But when his thoughts turned dark with the first sight of her in that long coat, his cock instantly began to throb. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mistress. Please come with me." He'd wished then that he hadn't been so eager to please and had remained in his sweats until after her arrival.

 

"I see someone is having difficulty following orders." Her voice was stern, her gaze wicked. Her lips lifted slightly at the corners as she failed in her attempt to hide the smirk biting at them. "This calls for a severe punishment." Each time Trish heard those words escape her delicate lips, she'd shudder, and a chill would run down her spine. This behavior was a complete opposite of her daily demeanor. "Prim and proper" described her attire, which resembled that of a librarian, and her words, which were as friendly as her smile. But tonight, as with her first date with Mike, she'd taken on an entirely different persona.

 

"Yes, Mistress, if that is your desire." Mike offered his arm for her. Substituting her flats for those oh-so-sexy 6-inch heels had affected her balance somewhat, almost as if she'd been drinking. His lips firm, the simper that had begun to scream for release at the sound of her words had been well hidden, or at least he'd hoped. "What is your wish for tonight, Mistress?" Mike asked once inside the privacy of his home and her coat was neatly hung in the closet. Immediately rendering himself submissive to her on bended knees, his voice almost silent, his head bowed and thighs spread.

 

From the opening between the kitchen and the dining area, Paul had caught glimpses of Mike on his knees with Trish moving around him. The heel of her fuck-me pumps pressing cruelly into his thigh, the echo of the whip each time it had cracked against the floor awakened his arousal and acceptance of the goings-on in the other room. He could tell both of them were beginners at this bondage and discipline, but his arousal had become achingly apparent when he righted himself. His pulse raced, his head swelled, and his breathing had become ragged. Paul prayed that neither Mike nor Trish would be able to sense his arousal when the meal was served. He returned to the stove to finish the final garnishes on their dinner before ringing the dinner bell and serving the meal.

 

The haze of arousal was so thick and heated when the dinner bell sounded that Paul had to ring it a second time before anyone heard it. Neither wanted to cease the activity, but Mike didn't want Paul to become concerned, nor did he want their dinner ruined by the delay. Mike escorted Trish to the table before asking permission to be seated himself. The pleasurable tension was so strong Paul could smell the delectable fragrance wafting through the air, and it blended well with the aroma of the meal he'd planned for them. For all intents and purposes, the meal had been planned to heighten their sexual arousal. 

 

Oysters on the half shell, the appetizer, are well known as an aphrodisiac in folklore and were thoughtfully chosen to stimulate the mind. Paul had once read that stimulating the mind was more effective in sexual arousal than any best-selling aphrodisiac on the market. Next, Paul brought out a platter of fresh greens and his homemade dressing, which accompanied the main course exquisitely: orange roughy and fresh green beans with slivered almonds and a simple homemade vanilla fluff pudding for dessert.

 

"That was a wonderful dinner, Paul; my compliments to the chef." Trish gave Mike a knowing glance that it was time to get on with the festivities. Even though her meal had been superb, the thought of Mike pleasing her in every conceivable fashion had her wet and tingly. Her senses reeled, her thighs twitched, but she was totally unaware of how thoroughly she'd be tortured and pleasured.

 

Paul cleared the dinner dishes and, as planned earlier, exited quietly out the side door, or so Trish thought. "Oh, I'm so glad he's gone, Mike. I thank you for all the planning it took to make this a wonderfully, erotic evening, but I was afraid to make much noise, wondering what your friend might think of me. A blush covered her face, and a shy giggle escaped her lips.

 

"I am quite pleased that I could satisfy you, Mistress." Mike fell to his knees once again. With Trish's hands in his, he placed tender, adoring kisses on each of her fingers.

 

Nervous tension set in when Trish wanted more but was unsure of how to make the transition. Abruptly she pulled Mike to her chest. Her hard nipples searing into his sensitive flesh, the heat of her words, and the affirmation of her needs and his needs had awakened a higher sense of arousal in them both.

 

Trish had heard the door close and lock, thinking Paul had finally given her the security of thinking she and Mike were finally alone, although she had no idea it was all part of the plan, Mike's plan to bring life to one of her most desirable fantasies.

 

Paul hadn't really left, merely retreating to the basement to change into his after-dinner attire. When he'd heard the signal, he made his way to join Mike and Trish in the bedroom. His desire to please and be pleased had been aching for release since yesterday. He could hardly believe it was finally going to take place. His throbbing cock pressed into the thin material that covered it. His blood boiled and his heart raced as he ascended the back stairs. With the knowledge of Mike's home, he knew where to step and not to step to keep his arrival a secret for the time being.

 

"Trish, are you trying to tell me something?" Mike knew exactly what she was telling him. They'd already had this discussion, the conversation of switching roles. Trish admitted the high she'd gotten when being the dominant partner during play scenes but also desired to experience the role of the submissive as well. Mike was all for that! He rose from his knees, and taking her hand in his, he whispered, "Come with me, my pet."

 

His touch was gentle, his words were calming, but his gaze was intense; a fierce desperation to give her the pleasure she'd cried out for, and she could see that in his eyes. The wetness Trish had experienced earlier, when in charge, was just a teasing for the wetness that had erupted when Mike led her to his bed once again. He directed her to lie on her stomach…she obeyed. A nervous giggle escaped her full lips, but she quieted herself with a soft, firm bite to her lower lip.

 

Because of her passion for the color red, Mike had chosen the red satin blindfold just days before. He'd secured the light-blocking fabric over her eyes just before Paul's arrival into the bedroom. He'd motioned for Paul to get the box of goodies from the closet, and he brought them to the bed, placing them on the mattress one by one. Paul retained his gasps when he'd viewed the display, the erotic variety, for the first time.

 

A seductive moan brought back the attention of Mike and Paul. "Hush, my pet, your patience will be pleasingly rewarded. Trish wondered what would happen if she couldn't be patient, as directed.

 

Another moan escaped her lips as her subconscious filtered thoughts of what was to come. Trish could sense Mike doing things around her, but with the ability to see taken away from her, she allowed her mind to take over. She soon learned her fate for disobeying her master's request.

 

"Aah, I see someone is unable to control herself." Mike gave a knowing smirk to Paul, who in turn planted a firm slap centered on her left ass cheek; the sting caused a sudden gasp. Tears welled in her eyes momentarily; that is, until the second slap on the opposite cheek.

When she was ordered to lie on the red silk duvet that covered the mattress, it was also requested that she spread her legs as far as she could get them. Trish could feel her legs and ankles being touched but was uncertain what was happening. The lack of sight had heightened her other senses as Mike had secured her ankles to a spreader, which in turn was secured to the end posts of the bed frame. Her hands had been cuffed together above her head; that was the only move she was aware of when Mike whispered into her ear, "No need for panic, my pet. I'm sure you'll enjoy this. Mike reminded her of her chosen safe word more for Paul's knowledge but also to show he had her safety in mind.

 

The sting from the contact with Paul's hand had a most desirable effect on Trish. Either that, or the suspense of the unknown, of what was to come next; she wasn't sure, but she had known she didn't want the pain and pleasure to end any time soon. The spankings continued but hadn't lasted long enough; as quickly as they'd begun, they ended, leaving her ass burning and her pussy aching for contact. With an arch of her torso, she raised her ass and swayed as if asking for more, but her voice remained silent.

 

With a motion of his arm, Mike offered Paul the next choice in pleasurable torture for Trish to experience. He'd chosen the suede and fluff flogger. Since all parties involved were merely beginners at this form of entertainment, Mike hadn't wanted to spend a great deal of money on items that might not bring either of them the pleasure desired. That and the fact that he hadn't wanted to scare Trish and have her running as far away as fast as she could were all factors in his final decisions for the items he'd chosen. The flogger had many strands of suede as well as strands of soft yarn that had been clumped together.

 

Paul slid the strands across the backs of her legs and then up between her thighs. Her senses were on fire. Her arousal was peaking and declining, but she knew that was all part of the tease, the torture. When Paul was satisfied with the wetness of her glistening pussy, he flung the flogger at her thighs, dancing up and down her sensitive flesh. Trish's response wasn't expected when she muttered into the pillow, "Oh God, Mike! Please let me come; please make me come." The tone of her voice spiked with urgency; even the arousal of the two men beside the bed had been apparent, but not to Trish.

 

Surrender had come quite easily for Trish, and it surprised her. To relinquish her control over the situation had brought on new and exciting sensations. Never had she recalled experiencing the intense desire for orgasm so quickly. The desires had overtaken her will, her power; the fear of being taken advantage of had been demolished somewhere along the way tonight. Trish had always been in control of her life, every aspect. But tonight, she'd discovered a new thrill, an excitement in the unknown. She'd accepted her role, but it was more than a role, an act, tonight. Almost in heaven, she'd given in to the pleasures that enveloped her, made her whole.

 

Oh God, can it get any better than this? The distinct scent of sex filled the air. For a moment Trish lay calm, content in the arousal, the seduction. But that had lasted only seconds as Paul brought her to the brink of sexual release once again.

 

The need for Trish to come was apparent, but the men hadn't had enough yet. There were still too many toys to choose from. "You must hold still, my pet." Mike's words caused an electricity to flow through Trish, and the nipple clamps, which were placed on each breast, increased the charge. The clinking of chains at her feet and the awkwardness of the maneuver forced a nervous giggle from Trish and a smile of satisfaction from the men at her bedside when she'd begun to writhe from the pleasant torture.

 

Mike was more than ready to take things to the next level, and while she was still on her stomach and Paul had teased her, Mike slid the zipper of her dress down and unclasped her bra. Trish hadn't felt the release of her clothing while still on her stomach, but she had the moment she rolled over. The air flowed across her front, cooling her heated flesh and hardening her already protruding nipples. Writhing on the silk, her body, her senses pleading for more, with ragged breath and rapid pulse, she begged, "Please, Master, may I have more?" The sting of the clamps was unpleasant at first, but with the first contact of Mike's warmth upon them, she'd accepted the pain, feeling the intense pleasure introduced.

 

Trish was in her glory. She could have been brought to orgasm right that instant, and she would have been able to say it had been the best sex to date; however, she hoped it wasn't going to end here. "Oh Master, yes!" A breathless sigh escaped her once again.

 

Her senses exploded when she felt a warming sensation at the top of her sex. Her mind immediately brought up the experience of the previous weekend when Mike had sucked her pussy and then fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. But this was different; more sensations had erupted inside her. Another explosion of arousal followed by the grinding of her hips when she'd felt the simultaneous warmth of a mouth over her erect nipple, first one, then the other. Trish's moans had become louder, lasting longer, however accompanied by the knowledge that it wasn't possible for one man to give pleasure like this. A vision flashed through her mind to get up and run like hell, but there was no way in hell she was going to allow her mind to convince her to stop this intense stimulation.

 

Her legs felt heavy when she tried to raise her hips; her ankles had become chafed from the constant rubbing against the cuffs that attached her legs to the spreader. Pleading for greater contact with her pussy, she attempted one final thrust of her hips. "Yes, love? Are you trying to tell me something?"

 

All attempts to verbally answer him failed. Trish just couldn't get the words out. She was, in her mind, begging for more, but all she managed to release was another heavy moan and a not-so-content sigh, "Ohhh." And then Mike heard the clinking of the chains that bound her feet. "I believe it's time for a new position, my pet."

 

Again, all Trish could muster was a moan, this one softer than the last. A smile graced her face when she felt the chains on her feet had been released. Her hips quickly thrust upward, followed by yet another moan as the writhing continued.

 

"Ahhh. Not so fast, my love." With Mike's words, Trish felt her legs being moved once again.

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