Mistress snaps another picture of her naked friend this time with her beautiful face in-frame.
“Why are you doing this? Are you trying to blackmail me?”
Mistress thought this might happen, But she has something planned- “Do you want to put your clothes back on and go home? You can watch me delete these pictures right now in front of you….?”
Lucy doesn’t know how good her friend is with handling just her sort of over-reaction.
Bright in her mind hangs the simple question: Do I want to be here?
Bright in her mind is the obvious answer: of course does. There’s nowhere she’d rather be.
“I don’t want to leave you… I trust you with pictures… I just don’t ever want my family to think…”
“Ok then, slave girl… now I think you’re properly dressed for the rest of the evening.”
Lucy thinks of what David had said about her telepathy. Mistress could see far enough into her mind to see her exhibitionist fantasies. The truth is: Lucy is falling in love for the first time in her life- these are all new emotions she barely recognizes.
“Do you think David will like what he sees, Ma’am?”
Mistress nods very slowly- almost squinting at the picture of it. She looks at her slave girl’s perfectly round and perky naked body up and down a few times.
“I… love everything I’m seeing… so if David can somehow keep himself together- I’ll be amazed. I can’t wait to show you off to him.”
Lucy gushes hearing her friend talk so possessively of her. Does she like her like- more than a friend? As if there’s any doubt!
Her kiss is forceful and yet vulnerable. Mistress reaches powerfully for her girlfriend’s hair to draw her in. Lucy’s eyes go bright with the surprise of this sudden rapture. It takes her only a second to process how much she wants this kiss to last long and sloppy and passionate. She wants to memorize this kiss just to rehearse it infinitely.
The magic kiss seals their new covenant as women. The kiss establishes something more permanent and satisfying than a friendship that lacks an owner. Both women agree on who will be the Mistress and who will be her servant. The clothed woman embracing the naked woman rocks her gently for a moment with motherly affection though she can the definitely feel the heat emanating from her breast and loins. Her hair smells familiar and wonderful.
“You smell sooooo good.”
***
Just hanging out in the kitchen dutifully, David punches in the correct button to make brown rice. Needless to say- he is distracted- thinking about ‘them’. He looks at his phone thinking of what to do to distract himself elsewhere. He’s never learned to wait patiently, but he’s been doing a little better with it lately. Staring off into space isn’t so bad sometimes.
Finally, he hears the sound of women’s bare feet- coming downstairs- they’re approaching.
He looks up to see full frontal nudity. Lucy’s striking features and body are fully on display for his eyes to drink in. He can’t believe his eyes. She is now a goddess standing before him with such a shy smile that he melts to the floor. He feels faint with forbidden lust.
Mistress sees the look of these two and scrutinizes it carefully. She loves that she hates it. Is this feeling the reason why the subs get off so much on pain?
Mistress indulges herself in a little experiment- only in her mind. She tries on what it would feel like to catch her husband making love to this… other woman. She finds that this image helps her get in touch with a rage that is exquisitely passionate. It makes her feel like grudge fucking someone horribly. Somehow she guards her face from registering most of this overwhelming emotional storm.
Thinking of ways to punish these two for the crime of looking at each other that way, Mistress relies heavily on her sharpest instinct- her instinct to reinforce control.
“David,” she snaps them all to attention, “Can’t you see our lovely guest is beautifully dressed for dinner and I think you should match her- do you understand my meaning?”
Overwhelmed by the power of this whole scene, David, David assembles that he is now expected to strip.
“Yes….. Mistress.”
Lucy shivers just a little hearing David call out the name- mistress. She wonders if Bruce would ever be able to form such words with his big dumb mouth. She shakes away the thought of her husband. Bruce suddenly feels to her thousands of miles away. And guess what? in this moment she doesn’t feel anything for him at all.
Reluctantly David turns away from the naked beauty in front of him, but he knows that he’s failing to disguise his arousal. He must go now to the other room and strip off all his clothes before returning to the superior women. David still hasn’t decided whether he would prefer to be submissive to Lucy or on par with her. Good thing it’s not up to him. All David knows for sure is that for some reason Lucy is already under his wife’s spell, and she seems to be enjoying herself. If David had just a fraction of his wife’s vision- he would have seen the signs pointing to this night a long way back.
Men are blinded by what they never ask to see.
Now he’s appraising his own naked body in the mirror- not too bad I guess- but his eye is draws to his caged cock and swelling balls. He’s a good looking man with nice hair and a friendly smile. He’s even been told by a few women that are not his wife that his butt is amazing.
“And now my wife’s best friend- whom I’ve known for years (and coveted for years) is going to get a load of me.”
…But there’s her cage- still right on his dick- which is speaking to him more loudly every minute- more insistent, “Hey! Get me outa here, big guy! It’s time to fuck!” All day everyday.
David isn’t consciously aware how much pleasure he gets from suffering the cage- and there’s a sexual thrill for him waiting behind every new martyrdom. He can’t help but wonder how far Mistress intends to take them tonight? A little bit of kissing and nudity does not constitute adultery, but if he’s even half right about the lust in Lucy’s eyes… someone is likely to do something extremely reckless tonight. And he knows he’s the last person with the power to stop ‘it’ from happening.
David gives himself one last glance in the mirror and sees that his ass is covered in red and purple stripes from his freshest run-in with his Mistress’s cane. Normally seeing her signature written all over his ass makes him feel super helpless and horny, but now a wave of humiliating self consciousness is washing over him- baptizing him again with a shame he wont be able to hide from Lucy. Seeing his ass all covered in welts will tell her the rest of the story about him and Mistress. After tonight, who will she belong to?
Now is the time for David to return to the loves of his life.
“David’s back.” Lucy announces cheerfully.
David decides to make an entrance and sambas a little on his way toward them as if wearing nothing but a cock cage around your wife’s hot best friend is the most natural thing in the world. The effect of his false confidence is so comical to Mistress that she openly laughs at him. Then Lucy can’t help herself and starts laughing too. Their timing is awful- David is beginning to deflate now at the thought that they’re laughing at his caged cock which suddenly feels painfully small to himself.
“Oh David- my pet- I’m afraid you’re going to have to tell Lucy a little about your uhh injury… you know on your poor little butt.”
“Let me see!” Demands Lucy way too excitedly.
Mistress’s next move is a sweet one. She hugs her naked husband to her breast and begins to slow dance him around so she can see Lucy’s expression over his shoulder as she takes in the whole painting. She wants to see the other woman’s range of emotions at this dramatic reveal- see if she reaches to touch herself or will she swoon instead?
Lucy’s jaw does drop with incredulous innocence, “Oh my God! David!? What the fuck happened?”
Mistress releases David giving him the ability to look at Lucy while he answers her sweet interrogation. She actually wants to keep Lucy in suspense about it a little while longer.
“Here’s what I think!” Mistress interjects, “I think David should be a little more respectful to you than he normally is considering you’re my guest and also because you’re a woman (a totally naked woman). And around here,” she gestures to the room, “Woman are the superior sex. So while we’re in the privacy of my home, I insist that you address Miss Lucy as ‘Miss Lucy’ or Ma’am- got that my pet?”
“Ms. Lucy it is, Ma’am.”
Ms. Lucy is back to blushing unaware of how easily she was derailed from her curiosity about his nasty looking bruises. How could she so soon forget an ass so beautifully marked?!
She can’t be swayed off course. Impressively, Lucy embraces her new stature above him. She wants to try out her newly bestowed powers.
“Davie, I demand to be told about how you got those bruises on your otherwise- very sexy ass.”
David tastes his mixed feelings even in the dryness of his mouth. Here goes- he thinks.
“Well I- think whatever you’re guessing it looks like happened is what really happened, Ms. Lucy.” David looks away sheepishly knowing this evasion will never fly.
“That’s no way to answer me, Davie, of course I know what it looks like- but I’m genuinely in the dark here- why are you so ashamed to tell me about an injury- what could be so bad? Is it because the marks are on your butt? it’s still so cute though!”
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