Message-ID: <1626eli$9706241759@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Subject: Now We Are Three Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: The THC Adult Text Archive: NOWWER3.TXT (541 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. BEFORE YOU EMAIL ME, Please see the footer for important information. Visit http://vvv.com/files/Authors/Tom/wwwmy/acd.html ========================================================================== Now We Are Three ########################################################## The timing was perfect as I heard her car tires on the gravel outside mere minutes after I completed my preparations. As I heard Jocelyn unlock the front door and call to me, I thought of the last time we had talked about 'that bondage stuff'. She had told me of her feelings, a mix of excitement and fear. Although we had been together for a year now, she did not trust herself enough to try this new possibility, but had left the idea open for when 'she knew more about it'. Hmm-mm, if she wants an education.... All this in seconds, ending with the thought of "Ah my lovely, I have a surprise for you." "I am upstairs, my dear, with an anniversary surprise." I met her just otside the master bedroom, helped her to remove her work clothing and handed her the silk robe I had purchased for her earlier that week. "This is nice, thank you." It fit her well, bringing out highlights in her red mane and giving a nice contrast against her pale skin. "Yes, but that is a only small part of your surprise. The rest awaits behind this door." We held hands as we walked into the bedroom. The tableau that awaited us was of my own creation, yet I myself had not expected the total impact to be quite so strong. The fireplace crackling, the single light high up in the darkened room revealing the slim woman bound firmly on our bed. The black leather bands wrapping her limbs at wrists, elbows, ankles and thighs were tautly secured to a single rope along the length of the bed, and her long, shining black hair was braided and attached to the same line just tightly enough to arch her neck prettily. A short spreader bar held her ankles apart, and her only garments were a wide black leather belt with a steel ring set on each side, and a black leather collar. The overhead light glinted off the silver clips on her nipples, while the fireplace gave her dusky skin a glow against the white sheets. "You know Yvette, of course." Jocelyn stopped dead just inside the door, and I could feel her muscles tensing then relaxing as she started to accept the idea, meeting the situation with her characteristic good humor. "Hmm-mm, a gift you say? Pray for whom?" as we slowly continued towards the bed. "A little respect if you please, I went to considerable trouble for this." "So I see." I had been carefully watching Jocelyn since we arrived, seeing her looking at Yvette, starting with her face, then travelling down to the bonds, the clips, then returning to her face. First looking away, then looking again. Her fascination was obvious and most exciting. I sat on the side of the bed now, while Yvette looked up at us. At last Jocelyn felt my notice and blushed prettily. I reached for her hand again. "Have no fear my love, Yvette likes to be looked at, being on display this way gives her the same thrill you get all dressed in your finest." I leaned out and stroked a gentle fingernail from Yvette's throat to her navel, then back up again, she moaned quietly. I leaned further over Yvette, still speaking to Jocelyn. "These nipple clips are adjustable, and stimulate without harming her, even if left on for quite a long while. Of course, since we cannot have her getting too bored, it is past time to tighten them." As I did so, we both watched the lovely woman squirm vigorously, but again made no protest other than a very quiet moan. "No words?" "She has been instructed not to speak, I prefer her that way for now, she may talk later." I explained a bit more to Jocelyn about precisely why Yvette was on that bed. Jocelyn knew Yvette well, indeed she knew my history with her some years back, before Yvette went through a long period of searching for someone or something to make her happy. What she did not know was that recently Yvette had finished her search, and when she came back, begging to return, I thought of a test of her willingness to please me and her compatability with both of us. And a loving gift for our anniversary of course. "I know of your bi-interests, and how little chance you have had to explore them. You know of my interests, but are not quite happy with learning about your own. We both know Yvette, and there is affection and attraction here for all of us. Think of this as a custom demonstration for your benefit, you need only observe if that makes you more comfortable." I cupped Yvette's chin in one hand, gently circling her lips with my thumb "Look at me." She did, her eyes large in the quiet room. "Good girl", I looked back up at Jocelyn. "I noticed you looking carefully at the single rope to the head and foot of the bed. 'Tis simple actually, this allows her to face the ceiling, be on her side, or in the traditional bottoms-up position without re-doing her bonds." I pointed to the small rings set into the sides of the wide belt. "A line clipped to these completely controls her position, should that be necessary. I think I shall do so now." As I leaned across her to fasten the far cord, Yvette strained to kiss and lick my arms as they passed above her face. After I finished, I stood and held Jocelyn as we again admired our new centerpiece. "Any impressions?" Jocelyn squeezed my hands against her. "I thought it would be frightening, I never thought it could be so beautiful and compelling. The way she's stretched and molded, it's almost living sculpture. She is so small and perfect, like a doll and looks so young." In answer I unclipped the spreader bar from the foot of the bed, lifted Yvette's ankles in the air, then pressed them down towards her hips. Her thighs opened widely with no attempt to conceal herself, we were far beyond that. "Look again dear, don't be afraid, she is here to be looked at... among other things". Jocelyn looked more closely at the joining of Yvette's thighs. "Is she shaven?" "Originally yes, she is more constantly reminded of her position that way, and has no ideas of rising past her station. Her sex is also more open, and once I saw how lovely she looked, we made it permanent, she is completely depiliated around both openings, although I did leave her more hair than this in front." A pattern existed in the hair remaining, a rather small set of five linked loops across her belly, my fingers smoothed the hair as they traced the chain design. "This is new, your last Master?" She nodded unhappily, obviously thinking of him rather than me, not at all as I wished. I gathered the remaining hairs in one hand and pulled up firmly, then pushed her hips down on the bed again. Then up, then down, drawing her awareness back to the present, and her gaze to mine. "Not really to my taste, but not bad aesthetically. A more practical advantage is that anyone who looks carefully can trace your excitement by the sheen of juices on your lips. I rather fancy your doll idea, Jocelyn, although she is an animated doll." I tickled various places and squeezed others until Yvette proved she was indeed not a passive sort, then again secured the spreader bar and rejoined Jocelyn . "You have had time enough being motionless, writhe to please me." She did, not very well although the center of her body was not truly secured. It was plain that her dignity was more important to her than pleasing me. I leaned over close to her ear "Faster. And better." Again she tried half-heartedly. "Thoroughly inadequate, someone has neglected your training, I shall have to offer you some incentive." Unlike many of my contemporaries, I do believe in iced drinks, if only for what one may do with the ice. One small piece in the hollow of her throat, one between her breasts, and a very small one in her navel proved a good starting point, and I promised to replace them with larger ones if she dislodged them. Then I used a short flogger made from smooth leather that stung as I moved from her thighs to her breasts and back down again. Dutifully, she tried not to move enough to cause the ice to fall away, but this became more difficult to achieve as her heat began to melt them and the ice water trickled out over her most ticklish spots. Pausing to replenish the supply, I finished by whipping her lower lips quite strongly, but stopped just before she could come. Finally Yvette was moving nicely. I drew Jocelyn down beside me and ran her hand over the warm-cold-wet-warm variations of excited flesh now writhing in frustration on our bed. I took a remnant of ice and moved it across Jocelyn's shoulder and throat. Now *she* was moaning. Delightful. "She has a lovely mouth, would you like to see?" Jocelyn and I had never been exclusive and she had seen me with another woman before. While turning Yvette on her side I reflected silently that mint-flavored condoms are truly one of the better points of civilization. After releasing her hair tie for the moment, I gently rubbed her throat until her lips opened wide. "Yvette is well trained, she has no real gag reflex left." I proved my point by settling deep into her mouth and not pulling out far, contenting myself with remaining still and pulling lightly on the one nipple clamp I could reach to set the pace for her movements. ThoroughIy delightful, but I had other plans requiring that I wait a bit, so I regretfully pulled out long before coming, leaving Yvette gasping as I withdrew and sat beside her. "She retains some basic talent, but has a strong need for practice" I again caressed her lips and tongue then stood beside the bed. "That looked incredible, how did it feel?" "If you would like to find out, Yvette will be happy to serve, won't you dear?" The bound woman looked up at us and nodded slowly. We had not discussed this possibility in detail, but life is full of little discoveries. A bit of preparation, after placing a cushion under Yvette's head, I removed Jocelyn's robe with a flourish, covered the junction of her thighs with a bit of plastic wrap for a barrier, then assisted her into position over Yvette, her knees widespread to avoid the bound arms of the beautiful young woman now eager to please. After things began, I made certain that Yvette was breathing easily, then remained, holding Jocelyn from behind, reaching alternately for the nipple clips on Yvette, and returning to stroke Jocelyn, squeezing first her entire breast, then just her hardened nipples. Just before Jocelyn reached her peak, I pulled her back strongly, and she resisted, reaching with her entire body for Yvette's tongue. Still, I wa the stronger, and I held her still for a moment after drawing her to me. "No, I'm so close!" She looked up at my smile and colored again as she realized what she had admitted. "I thought you would like it. Still, anticipation can be half the fun, and we do have more possibilities. There is little need to rush things, and I promise you will enjoy yourself very soon." We both sat down beside Yvette who was deep in her own need, quite flushed and breathing heavily. "Poor thing, so totally helpless." I squeezed one small breast firmly. "She has little she can do except become excited, and she can't help that. Yvette remembers what I am capable of, but cannot tell exactly what's going to happen and is quite powerless to prevent me." "What about a safeword? You told me about them." "She has one, but is unlikely to use it as our interests are basically compatible, and she knows better than to use a safeword capriciously. She does want to please me after all." During this discussion my hands never left either of them, while noting their excitement, I thought of a culinary quote. "Having secured one bottom, keep both ladies at a slow boil until done". Yvette laughed aloud at this, a clear violation of our rules, and one which should not go unpunished. "Naughty, naughty, dear, we must do something about your inability to follow orders." I unfastened her waistbelt, turned her about and repeated the flogging down her back to her knees, then added one hard spank on each cheek. I lubricated a butt plug and slowly inserted it in her, then turned her head towards the side of the bed where Jocelyn and I sat, telling her to watch while I kissed Jocelyn thoroughly. While we looked at Yvette, I reached over and pumped the butt plug idly until Yvette was humping the bed, then stopped abruptly. "Return to your squirming, perhaps I may overlook your disobedience if you interest me enough." She did, showing much more enthusiasm now. Since I could only be in one place at a time, her own movements and the anticipation of what I would next do would have to serve. For now.... Now We Are Three 2/2 ###################################################### After watching Yvette's obvious enjoyment for a few minutes, Jocelyn requested to feel what it would be like 'just for a moment'. I smiled, for this is what I had anticipated from the outset. "For that, dear, you must ask nicely. Will you both trust and obey me?" "Yes." A bit of hesitation, but no more than expected, for I knew her excitement would be warring with her previous uncertainty. "You are normally rather quiet, so for the moment your safeword is any sound above the tiniest whisper." After a long look she whispered "What will you do to me?" "Many things come to mind, but as you are not experienced, what we do now cannot be too long or intense. Still, I think we might find something you will enjoy." "But I could learn? And you could teach me?" So beautiful, and so delightfully anxious! "Yes, of course. Be still now, dear" I gently pulled her arms behind her and fastened them firmly with the lacing variety of single glove, stopping briefly to kiss her before tightening the shoulder straps, first squeezing, then rolling her nipples once her arms were fully restrained. "You've done that before, but it feels different now...." "Perhaps because you are so completely helpless to stop me?" "Yes." She leaned more of her weight back into my arms and closed her eyes as I continued to play with her nipples. "I have other things for my hands to be busy at, so we shall use these next." I showed her the matching pair of nipple clips, adjusted to be much milder than those worn by Yvette, but she could not know that. She bravely held still for first one then the other as I put them on from the sides, then tightened them slowly until she winced. That would do for her first time. Still behind her, I gently bounced her breasts in my hands, letting her feel the clips as the weight shifted. After another long kiss I asked "What are you feeling?" "At first, a really painful pinch, now they just ache a bit." I continued the conversation as my lips traced a slow line down her throat towards her breasts. "Oh, they ache, do they?" all the while gently rubbing my beard across the exposed tips, "Do you want me to stop?" "No!" "No? That was rather loud." She looked at her feet and whispered "Please no." "I thought not." I carefully steered her the few steps to the full length mirror, pulling her head back so she was unable to hide any part of herself from her own scrutiny or mine. Few things are more powerful, more undeniable than your own image, and Jocelyn was as affected by hers as I could have hoped. The picture of the straps an glove binding her arms behind her, her pretty breasts thrust forward and her nipples firmly pinched moved me just as strongly, and glancing towards the bed, I noticed that Yvette was still writhing, not in obedience now, but in true need. I smiled at her, mouthed the word "Soon" and turning back to the mirror, spoke to Jocelyn. "My love, you are stunningly beautiful this way. So much so that I would enjoy keeping you like this. Often." As I spoke, I drew a single rose from the vase nearby. Jocelyn's eyes grew wide as she saw its thorns, until I looked in her eyes and softly spoke one word, "Trust." She shivered, nodded silently, then looked away to her own reflection. Rose petals are archetypes for softness, and I used only the bloom to trace her tender skin while she moaned and moved in the mirror. I finished at her parted lips, held the rose before her eyes and spoke again. "This was a tight bud when I brought these inside, in the water and warmth of our home, it unfolded and showed its true beauty. If we had pulled it open it would have torn and died. You have taken the first step, and I am extremely proud of you. In return, I shall always give you the time and love you need to blossom." Her eyes glistened again, not from pain or fear, and I kissed her once more, then led her back to stand at the bedside, leaning her forward until her head rested near Yvette's. They watched each other across the small space still separating them, silently awaiting what I would do. Long ago, I had a special suede instrument made to m design, with many strands that slowed in mid-swing, then almost caressed as they touched. This is what I used on Jocelyn, slowly at first, and in time with her breathing. After an initial quiver or two, she began to sway gently with each stroke, relaxing into the blows and recovering nicely. After perhaps two dozen strokes on her backside and upper thighs, I slowed, then stopped. She continued to sway as I slid my hand between her legs and enjoyed her dampness. "Are you ready for more?" She nodded a few times, completely unable to speak. I sat on the edge of the bed and turned her over my lap, lifting her bound arms away from her backside, and controlling her legs with one of mine. "You know what comes next." There is nothing quite as intimate as a hand spanking, no tool as immediate, no method so basic. I went slowly and without much force at first, then increased the power of the last few blows as she kicked her legs and gasped. Her bottom almost glowed, while the visible evidence of her excitement only increased, and when I placed her on her knees beside the bed and nudged her thighs wide apart with one foot, she panted and shook with an obvious passion. Yvette also bouncing off the bed at this juncture, and while Jocelyn watched, I spanked her bottom as well, much harder this time, making her squirm and gasp even more. When I asked if she was going to be bad again, she shook her head quite frantically. I placed Jocelyn kneeling astraddle her, watching her nipple clips rubbing Yvette's already aroused flesh below as I entered Jocelyn from behind. At first, it as hard to keep my balance and not add weight to the pile, but I soon was able to gain some purchase by pulling back on the single glove straps. Jocelyn was licking and biting at Yvette in total abandon, not caring where she reached, and following the heated patches still remaining on her back. With her in such a state, I did not have to do much to cause her pleasure, but did pull her body up enough to gently remove the nipple clips at at the height of her orgasm, letting her scream into my hand over her mouth, and lowered her gently again when she collapsed. I removed her restraints, and let her lie over Yvette exploring while I performed the obligatory changing of the latex, then we both turned Yvette face up and released the spreader bar so I could enter her more easily. She was contracting hard before I was even fully inside her. Jocelyn held Yvette's legs up while kissing her and me. She becomes so delightfully oral when excited. Yvette continued to jerk violently within her bonds, now totally out of control. My own control has improved a bit over the years, but I knew I could not last for very long under these conditions. As I thrust harder, seeking my own release, I gripped both of Yvette's clips firmly and looked into her eyes. I warned Jocelyn "Kiss her well, dear, she is likely to scream." She did, as I pulled the clips off just before I came. A full-throated scream sounds most unique when filtered through the mouth of another woman, especially one you love.. Yvette's frantic movements sent me far over the edge, and I slumped ovr her, thoroughly spent. I held Yvette gently, and soothed her, stroking her face softly as I would a frightened animal while Jocelyn watched us silently. After a few minutes, I moved off Yvette, but stayed close to her while taking Jocelyn in my arms. "How do you feel now?" "I dad no idea I could like it so much, and I'm not frightened. A bit dazed, but not frightened" "You have been immersed in trust and love at a level few have the opportunity to enjoy. Nice, isn't it?" She smiled back at me and laid her head on my shoulder. I continued to hold Jocelyn for a few seconds more, then mentioning the necessity of using both hands for Yvette, went on to release her. She was still shaking a bit, and slowly calmed as I rubbed and helped flex her legs and arms. I lay down beside her, stroking her back and sides, with Jocelyn pressed softly against my other side. Gently grasping both sides of Yvette's head, I pulled her face towards mine, waiting until I was inches away before speaking. "Now you have permission to speak if you wish to." Yvette had a soft but surprisingly deep voice with only a hint of accent "My Lord, this is even better than I remembered," she paused to kiss my palm, still warm from spanking both of them, "You overwhelm me, but take me without harm, and even when you punish me, you never once raise your voice." "Gentilty is not incompatible with strength, indeed one may cause the other." Seeing that Jocelyn had sat up watching during this, I drew her down by me, one loving woman on each side. "But ladies, it occurs to me that I have been remiss, you two have not been as formally introduced as bedpartners should be" Both looked at me in shock as they realized how far we had strayed from the amenities. A fast gear change can be such evil fun. I rendered a formal introduction, explaining Jocelyn's life with me, and telling Jocelyn's about Yvette's consulting career that left her a great deal of free time. "Well dears, aren't you going to shake hands at least? They did so, Jocelyn very uncertain, Yvette still quite submissive and eager to please. I teased, "Is that the best you can do?" They looked at me, then smiled at each other in perfect synchrony. How wonderful it will be to work the both of them together, enjoying their similarities and contrasts. For now, they were still hesitant. "I have always thought the custom of hand kissing was one that should not have fallen from polite, erm, intercourse." Yvette reached for Jocelyn's hand, and began kissing and licking it thoroughly, while I had to bring G's hand to Jocelyn's mouth. She looked at me for approval. "Go on dear, you wouldn't wish to be called impolite." I watched them for a time, their eyes closing, lost in the feeling of soft lips and warm tongues. I slowly pushed them closer over me until they were embracing, and they never broke their kiss until I gently pulled them back down to me. They then cuddled into me, again kissed across me, and finally settled in with my arms wrapped around them for the night. Jocelyn asked "Won't you remove her plug?" "Not tonight, it should stay in as she sleeps as a reminder that she is mine to use as I please. Do not worry, she is well used to it, aren't you Yvette?" As I turned to Yvette she looked serious, almost sad. "You have something to say?" "Please, may I stay past tonight? I don't ever want to leave again." "Indeed. What do you offer?" "Anything you wish, beloved Master, everything..." She smiled shyly at Jocelyn, "For both of you." It can be most difficult to look uncertain and stern at the same time. "Hmm-mm, we do need a servant." I knew neither I nor Jocelyn were likely to let her go, but there was no reason to make things too easy. "I am not yet sure, I think we need a longer period of testing, tomorrow starts a holiday weekend, perhaps I shall let you stay that long." Jocelyn leaned up on one arm and remarked, "I had no idea you were such an awful tease." "On the contrary, I have it on good authority I am an excellent tease." Damnation, it was becoming truly impossible not to grin back at her. The love of my life made several nasty faces at me, then asked thoughtfully "May I say it?" I had never been closer to her than at that moment. I squeezed my arms around both of them. If you have not been strongly hugged from both sides at one time, I suggest you try it soon. "Of course." Yvette's gaze, which had been bouncing between us like that of a judge in a finals set at Wimbledon, settled on Jocelyn in obvious confusion. Jocelyn looked deep into her eyes, treating Yvette to that slow, warm smile I knew so well. "Welcome home, Yvette." #########################fin################################# There it stands, story the third, comments, ideas, constructive criticism to me at the wizvax address above, discussion to ASB, flames and associated crazed ravings to dev.null. ::ObMiniSequel:: Dressed only in lace cuffs, anklets and a tiny black apron, Yvette happily began her 'service' the next morning. Her plug had been replaced after her morning bath, and she was busily washing a few dishes at our kitchen sink while enjoying the view of our garden in flower. After waking rather later than is my usual custom, I enjoyed my view of her. Although she looked thoroughly irresistable, I restrained myself long enough to return to the bedside for some quick preparations, then quietly approached her from the rear. I had no fear for ease of insertion, as both the plug and the latex I now wore were quite well lubricated. She started when I first touched her, relaxed under my gentle stroking of her throat and backside, then stiffened and began to shake as I pumped the plug inside her. As her knees began to buckle, I held her body against the counter with mine. I finally withdrew the plug entirely, and slowly but firmly substituted myself in its place. With a hand on her hip and the other twisted in her hair I bent her double and began thrusting leisurely. Morning sex is always so deliciously relaxed. Her body moved in time with mine, and she gasped and pressed back against me as her still tender nipples touched the hot water. It was hard for her to speak decorously, but she did try. "But Sir, I [uh] thought... you wanted [uh] me to finish the washing!" "You have other more important duties that may... arise at any time. Remember, pretty one, Domestic Service has a much lower priority than Domestic Affairs." ############################################################## another story from "That grim, fierce, dominant fellow, grrr ... grr ... grin" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Archivist Notes: (1) Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be honored. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on CD. Please email adultarc@tommys.spydernet.kom to trigger an autoresponder that will tell you how to get the whole thing on CD-ROM. Change the anti-spam .kom to .com or it will bounce! (2) I didn't write any of the stories in the THC archive. I am not the author of this story. 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