036. Becoming Trish's Pet - part 3

When the clinking of the chains and movement had finally stopped, Trish found herself in quite an erotic position. Her thighs still spread, but her feet had been secured above her head. A cushion for support had been wedged beneath her ass, and her arms had been separated, with one hand secured to each post of the headboard. She found it rather easy to relax and moaned her approval and acceptance of her new pose as well as the hands that roamed her contours and tickled her senses. A smile raised the corners of her lips when she realized she no longer had to struggle to raise her hips, and this new position afforded her ease of movement when the need to grind and sway her hips would present itself.

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Trish could feel hands roaming her breasts as well as the insides of her upper thighs. Although she'd never heard a second voice, she knew that she and Mike weren't alone when an occasional kiss to her mouth and her nether regions happened simultaneously. Trish had extinguished Mike's fears—fears that she might not accept an intruder, especially tonight of all nights. The reaction to their kisses and their attention to her every desire had proved otherwise. Trish writhed in pleasure with the slightest skin-to-skin contact. It was quite obvious in her tone as well as her movements, and both men could feel the ecstasy that quickly approached.

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There was no way in hell that Trish could ever refuse the pleasure she'd received tonight by not accepting the scene Mike planned for her. Who could it be? God, I hope it's Mike's friend, the guy from earlier. Another gasp and sensual writhe worked over her body as she recalled Paul's body, his tight pants that hugged his ass perfectly. Yes, she had looked and had known it was obvious to Mike, but it hadn't bothered him. Perhaps this is why. Paul must be the other man in the room. I highly doubt it's another woman. The touch isn't the same, and there's that intriguing little tickle from mustache stubble that I've never felt before.

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Trish's mind had begun to reel with the current sensations rocking her as well as memories of previous explorations, even previous lovers. The memory of watching Paul earlier, seeing his cock pressed tightly against the zipper of his pants, caused wetness to seep past her sex. And before that there had been the one time before she married her now ex-husband where she let her guard down one Saturday evening and got caught up in a threesome with two other women. It was that experience and distinct memory that had confirmed her thoughts that the third person in the room wasn't a female.

 

Trish recalled the softness of the women's touch, more of a caress than what had thrilled her tonight. The kisses were different as well. The erotic dance of tongues, the scent in the air, and the experience as a whole had been much softer, more delicate, and not so rushed. Not saying that tonight she'd felt rushed, but that's the feeling she'd usually gotten from sex with a man.

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The posts of the bed creaked each time Trish had attempted to reach out and touch the man nearest to her, and then that distinct sigh of unease would follow. The need to touch, yet the inability to, had Trish's ache increasing. She ached for more; she wanted to feel hair entwined in her fingertips and muscle beneath her velvet touch. She longed to feel the heat of the man giving her so much pleasurable torture. Yet the thought of being released and losing part of the electricity, that spark that had made this experience that much more erotic, couldn't be tolerated. Her arms soon relaxed—well, relaxed as much as one's arms could at the time.

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Trish had been jolted back to the present when a flick of something shot stinging sensations through her clit into her belly. "Oh, God! Mmm… Oh, God, please…more." Breathless, her soft, sultry voice quickly changed. Panting, now as the flicking continued against her clit, firmer, almost constant, Trish once again writhed. The vibrations seared into her sex.

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"Mmmm, oh yes, my pet. I am your Master, the lord of your thighs. It pleases me to see you enjoying yourself. You have shown your devotion to me time and time again, and for that, you are entitled to the best I have to offer."

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Trish easily distinguished Mike's voice from Paul's, and after each man had spoken to her in turn, a new erotic sensation had been felt. She'd known Mike was between her legs, so it was now quite obvious that the man sending shots of pleasure through her hardened nipples was Paul.

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Her senses reeled; crashing waves of erotic pleasure bolted through her the first time she'd actually heard herself plead for more, calling Paul's name rather than Mike's. "Oh G…" Trish choked back her words, recalling her Master's distinct rule about not speaking unless spoken to, but the more she'd thought about it and the greater the desire to inform Paul of what she'd wanted and what she liked the most, she inhaled deeply and then began again.

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"Oh, God! Yes, Paul…Fuck, that feels so good! Her words slid from her lips with ease after permission had been granted from her master for her to enjoy herself. No longer was she afraid or hesitant of the discipline her Master would subject her to. She was thoroughly enjoying her time with these two men and thought they needed to hear it directly from her lips.

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With the intense stimulation to her breasts and clit, the need for orgasm was imminent. But as before, when Paul had used the flogger against her sensitive sex, bringing her to the brink of orgasm only to stop and make her suffer once again, Mike had followed suit. When she felt her orgasm peak, Mike stopped suddenly and switched to a soft suckle of her pussy. She could feel the swell of her clit against the warmth of his tongue, the massaging of his lips each time they suctioned around the engorged bud.

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"Aah, yes my pet…That's it…Enjoy yourself tonight…This is your night!"

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Trish knew she could enjoy this much more if they would only allow her to come, to allow the intensity of her first orgasm of the night to consume her, to rock her. "Oh fuck. God, please let me come? I need to come now. Mmmm."

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"Not quite yet, my pet. Damn, you are so delicious, so hot, and so fucking sexy. Just a bit more."

Another heart-wrenching sigh escaped her.

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"C'mon, man, have a heart. Just think what you'll get once her orgasm begins, man. If you don't want it, I'll gladly trade places with you."

 

Again, the creaking of the bedposts reminded Trish of her restraints when she reached for Paul in the attempt to keep his mouth secured to her nipples. There was something about his mouth and the way his lips felt snuggled against her hardened buds; she wasn't ready to part with that feeling. Her head thrashed when he removed his lips to speak to Mike. The look on her face, sheer agony, was soon replaced with delight once again the moment he returned them. She arched her back and writhed into him.

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"Oh, okay." A heavy sigh escaped right before he took one more dive into her drenching sex. His tongue delved into her and then back to her clit as his fingers filled the emptiness it left behind. Quick thrusts of his fingers along with a continuous suckle and flick of his tongue, combined with the titillating pleasure against her nipples, caused her first climax to crash through her. Her body rocked, and the convulsions sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. A gasp and then nothing, as she rode out the waves before a breathless pant of satisfaction followed. But had she been thoroughly satisfied?

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