Message-ID: <721eli$9705081507@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: OurHouse Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: darla@accessone.com, ming@ra.isisnet.com (DarMing) Subject: LOGIC (bdsm) Logic Ming (ming@ra.isisnet.com)1997 There's a delicate sort of balance in some scenes. Several balls are in the air, you might say, and if one or more falls to the ground, it can ruin everything. Three person scenes for example, can be especially tricky. The heart and soul of most scenes involves power exchange. You submit to me, in the context of the scene at least, and I accept your submission. But now add a third -- you see the problem? It's like the old feudal system -- the _real_ one I mean, not the silly romanticized one we get in "historical" novels. There you have a complex web of fealty oaths. So complex that some pairs of people were simultaneously overlords and vassals of one another. No wonder there were neverending little "wars!" I'm sure that many, if not most, of these problems can be overcome by careful planning; by 'scripting' the scene in advance. But scripted scenes play differently from 'spontaneous' ones -- differently and not as hot. At least that's the way that it usually goes with us. In the midst of the heat, if there isn't room to improvise, there will be things that are missed. So we don't normally script to any great degree. And sometimes we have problems. The general principle is to let the person who seems to have the strongest sense of the scene take the lead. If you are thinking that since I am the Dom that person must always be me, then I advise you to avoid multi-person scenes! We weren't at all certain that we were going to play with her at this meeting. Of course we weren't sure that we weren't. We had met her once before and things seemed to click, but one never knows. Then we picked her up (having decided previously that we would all go in one car to the restaurant) and there was no more uncertainty. You got out to greet her and open the back door, and when you got back into the car you looked at me. A very hot look. And we knew then. I turned and smiled at her sitting in the back seat. She shivered a bit at that smile, so it seems that she could tell too. I took that as a very good sign. The parking lot is nearly empty and I can pick an out-of-the-way corner space. Just in case. Of such trifling details are the most profound experiences of our lives made. We are out of the car and standing there by ourselves, when you move behind her and run your hand lightly up the back of her leg. She freezes at your touch, her eyes wide. "Darling -- look!" you say cheerfully as you flip up her short skirt, showing me her thigh-highs and her pale peach silk briefs. I smile at you and nod --- it's a sign. We walk into the restaurant then, with our pet between us. And from that time we have our hands upon her nearly continuously. She keeps her head down except to dart little glances at me or you from time to time. We smile at her each time she does this and give her little pats and affectionate caresses. I feel perfectly relaxed for the first time since our lunch was confirmed, and I can see that you do as well. Inside there are few diners -- another good sign, and we have our choice of seating. I select a table against the back wall and motion for her to take the leather covered bench seat. You scoot in on her left, and I -- instead of taking the chair opposite, slide in on her right. It's a bit of a squeeze -- but it suits us perfectly! Soon the waiter has taken our order and we sit in an anticipatory silence. I have some ideas of course, but I see certainty in your flashing eyes, and I nod, ceding the lead to you. "Just _look_ at her, darling," you say for her benefit rather than mine -- I already _am_ looking at her. "Have you ever in your life seen a pet so _ready_?" In truth I haven't -- except for you, of course. Then your voice drops. "_Do_ her darling -- now. Please? Don't make the poor thing wait any longer. I don't think she _can_!" She is blushing furiously, with her head still down of course, but I get another, and _very_ hot, darting glance from her. I smile again and put my hand under her skirt. The skin above her stocking is humid to the touch. "Just raise your lovely bottom up from the bench pet, I'm going to take your panties off now." This gets a delightful little squeak from her, and then her bottom does raise a bit. It's enough. "That's our good girl!" I get her panties down to mid thigh after two or three tugs and then you lean forward and finish taking them all the way down and off. As you are seeing to that, I keep my hand at the very top of her thigh. Your hand comes up holding the panties tightly furled like a peach bud. "Damp! And just smell!" you whisper huskily. I lean across her and inhale the heady whiff of her. "Delicious!" You stuff the panties into your purse. I suspect they won't be washed anytime soon. Her breath is coming very quickly and her blush must extend down to her waist at least. The waiter brings our food then and looks at her oddly as he places her salad. "Is the lady ....?" he begins, only to be preempted by your brisk reply. "The lady is just fine, thank you!" you report, flashing him a reassuring smile. And with her head still down, she nods her agreement with your appraisal. "We won't be staying for desert ..." I say to him with just the slightest emphasis on the fourth word, which gets another of your wicked grins, "so I'd like to settle the bill now." I must remove my hand from her for a moment to get out my wallet, but I know that you will be taking over. When the transaction is finished, I can feel your hand moving slowly between her thighs as she writhes a bit. "Who's our juicy girl then?" you coo into her ear. "Well doesn't this all look quite yummy!" I announce with patently false heartiness. "Why don't you dig right into that salad?" In response to this she immediately picks up her knife and fork and begins to pick at her food in a distracted sort of way. I lean over and place my lips right at her ear. "And you are _not_ to come, sweet pet, do you hear? Not until we tell you that you may." A groan escapes her at this command, but the soft, urgent grinding of her hips slows markedly. You and I have both ordered omelets. Clever us -- we can eat one- handed while our other hands busy themselves beneath pet's skirt. You don't seem all that interested in your food though, and I must say that with the fragrance of those panties lodged in the back of my throat, everything tastes like lust to me. You give in to that wonderful taste, bringing your busy hand up for a moment to lick delicately at your fingers. If I weren't already pretty much around the bend, that would have finished me off for sure. She watches you enjoy the taste of her, shivers prettily, and risks a small smile as her breath catches. Then she puts down her knife and fork, and stares fixedly at her plate as your fingers return to their happy toil. I can see her jaw working -- choking back the vocal manifestations of her arousal and need. As I glance up to see if we have attracted any attention (miraculously, we haven't) I suddenly feel two hands in my lap -- yours and hers. Well -- yours is _holding_ hers, and directing it. You are speaking close to her ear but I can hear you quite plainly. "There's a good girl, take out his beautiful cock -- don't think I didn't see you staring at his trousers when you wiggled your naughty bottom on the way to the table, hoping to see him stiffen! He will repay you for your boldness later, miss. Right now, he wants our pet's hand stroking him," you croon. How intuitive you are! You start her off on the zipper and then move your hand back to her luscious center. Hesitantly at first, then with some urgency, she undoes my trousers and wriggles her little hand within. My underwear has become a bit twisted, what with one thing and another, but her relentless fingers soon solve that puzzle. I am exposed then, beneath the covering table linen and her hand is softly squeezing my cock, and stroking it up and down. Perhaps she thinks to get some of her own back. It is a heavenly feeling to be sure, and I am soon even harder than I was, but I am a long way from coming. You and I smile at one another, knowing she will have to earn that! But soon her fingers are slick with pre-come, and, giving me another smoldering glance from under her half-lowered eyelids, she makes so bold as to imitate my darling! She raises _her_ hand and her little pink tongue darts out to lick her glistening fingers. I chuckle. "How forward our pet has become! I think, my darling, that she needs something to help her focus on herself -- do you know what I have in mind?" Your eyes widen as I reach into my pocket and hand you the small-diameter sucker from the snake bite kit. It's a delicious device about two inches long made from yellow rubber. It is the ideal shape and size to fit over a clit. "Yessssss" you say snakily, "just so darling! After all, we can't let our pet walk out of here with _nothing_ on under her skirt, can we?" I shake my head vigorously, agreeing with your negative. Her eyes are very large as they look at the sucker bulb, and her grip on me unconsciously tightens. You give the open end a quick lick and then you are beneath her skirt working by touch. But you have already been over the area in question with great thoroughness, so it is the work of only a moment to attach the sucker. She gives a gasp then as she feels her clit being sucked quite hard and the tremors start through her. She releases her hold on me and grips the edge of the table with both hands. She seems to be having trouble swallowing. I look at you as I do up my fly and smile proudly. "Well and deftly done, my love!" And now it's time to leave. I make sure that pet's skirt is down and that I am carefully arranged and concealed and then push the covering table back from us. You and I stand together and then help her up. It is clear that our trembling pet will be unable to walk unaided -- not in her state! At the door we must pass through in single file. I hold the door as you go through first, followed by our trembling pet. You pause for a moment outside, and I reach beneath her skirt once more to stroke the bare cheeks and feel them quiver in my hand. You put your hand behind you and give the sucker a little tug -- not enough to remove it, but enough to make her knees weaken. I quickly put my arm around her waist to hold her up. As I look down I can see the sucker pushing up under her clothes like a little erection. Seeing where my eyes have come to rest, you move to her other side and smooth the front of her skirt with your hand, making the sucker bob and her groan in distress. Then we are at the car having made our way, somewhat shakily, over to the corner of the lot. You open the rear door for her and we guide her into the seat, facing outwards, with her feet on the ground. You stroke her hair back from her face, and with your foot you nudge hers farther apart. "We want your legs spread wide pet dear -- _he_ is going to stand between them. Otherwise, he won't be close enough for you to suck him, will he?" This can be nothing else but the voice of reason! When her legs are the way you want them, you bend down and undo her blouse slowly and deliberately, as you nuzzle her neck. She responds to this treatment by leaning into you and giving a delicious little moan. "What's this? A _bra_?" you exclaim "You actually wore a bra to meet us?" You frown and, instead of reaching around to undo the offending garment, you simply pull it up sharply, spilling her tender breasts into your hands. She whimpers as you roll her stiff little nipples between your fingers. "Oooo, these are _very_ nice!". "Nearly ready for us now pet." You tell her cheerfully "Just one more thing ..." You release her captured nipples causing her to moan again in frustration and you pull back her skirt exposing her well-bedewed puss, and the hard-working sucker. "Time for our little friend to come off -- we want you sensitized, not numb." With a slight twist and a little popping noise off comes the sucker. Her clit is wonderfully distended and I'd swear that it is actually glowing, like an incandescent pearl. You lean over her lap and blow on it softly which causes her eyes to open very wide as she gives a sharp intake of breath. It is clear that she hasn't felt such sensations in that spot before. Your tongue comes out then and nearly but not quite touches the seat of pleasure. You stop yourself. Very wise too. I doubt she'd be able to stand the pleasure/pain of that. For certain she would orgasm and then where would our nice scene be? "Now my darling!" you say to me over your shoulder and I step forward between her wide-spread legs. You undo my fly this time and bring out my rock-hard cock. She immediately puts her mouth over it and begins to suck me with great enthusiasm. In fact she tugs on me so hard that I have to put my hands on the roof of the car to counterbalance the pull. The tableau is set. Your hand in on her puss again and first with a single finger, and then with two, you begin to slowly fuck her as she sucks me. Her moans are really quite loud now, even muffled with her mouthful of me, and her hips rock backward and forward in time to your steady rhythm. "Listen to me pet!" You speak quite sharply "Soon you will be allowed to come. Your signal will be when _he_ comes. As soon as that happens, you can come too -- but _not_ before that -- do you understand?" This gets more moaning but nothing intelligible. Your other hand rises to capture a nipple again, and you pinch it very hard. "Do you understand?" Pinch pinch. She squeaks at this and tries to nod and make an "Uh huh" sort of noise. It is sufficient. You then put both your graceful hands to work on her. As the slow finger-fucking continues, with your other hand a finger begins to circle her wonderfully sensitized clit. Round and round it goes -- never quite touching, but getting closer and closer. Her eyes, which had been closed, spring wide open again and she begins to make squealing-snorting noises through her nose. Her sucking of me becomes quite ragged but no less intense and I feel a bit of tooth as well. It is quite delicious. Even so, I could have held off for quite a while. I have managed that in the past under similar stimulation. And the real truth of the matter is that she is far too distracted at this moment by what she is feeling to give me much more than her raw enthusiasm. But I don't manage to hold off for long after all -- you see to that. With the hand that has been fucking her, you suddenly reach up and hold me by the balls -- squeezing them very gently. Your hand, hot and wet with her juices, holding me there and you saying "Please darling? Fill her up now -- for me?" and I am coming in her mouth. Spurting wildly. And as I pump her mouth full far faster than she can swallow, the index finger of your other hand connects with the side of her clit. She stiffens then. Her legs straighten spasmodically. Her eyes roll back and she has the orgasm of her life. No moaning for this -- she is screaming out her lust and release with my come pouring out of both sides of her mouth in ropes and landing on her tits and belly. It is a sight and sound that I shall never forget. She comes for a long time. A very long time. But then we expected nothing else. We hold her and stroke her and kiss her time and again, and tell her what a good girl she is, until finally she comes 'down'. Her rather dazed smile is worth a thousand poems in our honor. We clean her up and help her get her legs into the car and then we rather unsteadily get into the front. As we drive carefully out of the deserted parking lot we can hear a charming little snore from the back seat. You look at me and give your grin as you say "Now _that_ was a lunch!" -- bdsm fiction/guest book/salon: http://www.ourhouse.org Ming and Darla -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /