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Neko didn’t like being naked all the time. She wasn’t into the Daddy thing either. She loved giving up control during play and sex, but Raquel (she couldn’t think of her as “Daddy”) demanded total submission twenty-four hours a day. That was wearing to a woman who’d been living independently for years, having Dominants for only an hour or so at a time.
Still, there were things to like about her new life. Raquel was really great to play with. Yes, she thundered into a scene with appalling speed—but when you knew what was coming and were ready for it, the experience was amazingly good. Neko had always gotten into subspace easily—that trance-like state was what she liked best, apart from the feeling of closeness to a top—but with Raquel she got there with a rush, as if the whole scene had been injected straight into an artery.
On the other hand, Raquel wasn’t so good at aftercare. She was aroused after a scene and impatient to get off, but she could be stingy with both comfort and orgasms for her subs. And while she could occasionally be patient and tender, mostly she just wanted to have it all over with and get on with her day or go to bed. Keeping up with two energetic young subs wasn’t easy for a woman in her fifties, and she was becoming more permissive every day. Before long she got the idea of having Pipit and Neko give aftercare to each other. After intense play in the stocks or on the table, Raquel would make Neko get her off, and then she’d send in Pipit, who’d release her, make love to her on the mat, bathe with her, or massage soothing lotions or oils into her skin; and Neko would do the same for Pipit after her scenes.
It wasn’t long before aftercare with Pipit became the part of her life that Neko liked best. She loved taking care of her and being cared for by her, being tangled up with her on the mat or in the tub, talking to her about their lives, or just being quiet with her, not doing anything.
But living with Pipit was a heaven in all kinds of ways. Neko loved cuddling with her at Raquel’s feet and sneaking touches and kisses while their Dominant wasn’t looking (as she usually wasn’t). She loved cooking, cleaning, and doing other household chores by her side. She wished she could share a bed with her, but sleeping in the next cage over was nice in its own way. Reaching through the bars, Neko could just touch Pipit’s cuffed hands, and then they’d say good night and sleep head to head. Neko felt comforted with Pipit nearby, as if nothing bad could happen to her. She didn’t quite admit to herself that she submitted much more happily to Pipit, who didn’t consider herself a Dominant, than she did to Raquel. Pipit’s merest wishes were commands to Neko.
So Neko should have been happy when Pipit brought a man home with the idea that the three of them would play together. But this was Andrew, who just the week before had left Pipit in such a state that it had taken Neko and Raquel more than an hour to calm her down. It didn’t help much that Pipit said she’d egged him on, practically demanding that he say degrading things to her and fuck her spitefully, hitting her triggers. Neko wasn’t sure she believed her—why would she do that?—and even if she did ask him to rough her up physically and emotionally, that didn’t mean he had to do it. There was something very wrong about that scene.
But Neko had to do this. Raquel insisted that she had to earn her keep, and Pipit was excited about doing a scene with Neko. Besides, after the last time with this man, Neko thought it best that she should be there to look out for her friend.
Pipit introduced her to Andrew. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before. Now she looked at him closely and was puzzled by what she saw. He looked confident, like a Dominant, but not like a man who’d push past a submissive’s limits and get off on simple cruelty. If anything, he looked like one of the kinder Dominants she’d known. Of course, you couldn’t always tell about people by their looks.
Raquel didn’t go with them into the playroom, but Neko knew she’d be listening and would rush in if there was any difficulty. She could be quite the mother hen at times.
Pipit closed the door behind her and said, “Andrew is in a polyamorous relationship. He’s got two slaves, and he gets to fuck them both.”
“They’re not both my slaves, quite,” said Andrew. “Emily is my slave and lover, and Amanda is Emily’s slave and lover. I don’t have as strong a relationship with Amanda, but she and I play and have sex sometimes, and she considers herself my slave.”
Neko thought that sounded beautiful, but before she could say so, Pipit said, “It’s kind of an unstable situation. As the only Dominant who’s not also a submissive, it’s up to Andrew to maintain the family hierarchy and make sure he stays on top. You never know when you’re with two women,” she said, smiling. “They might be more into each other than into you. They might even be planning a coup.”
Neko thought she was probably joking. Maybe Andrew thought so too, because he was smiling as he said, “So when we play, I’d better fix things so you two can’t plot against me.”
“You probably should,” said Pipit, still smiling.
It seemed to Neko that if anyone was conspiring, it was Pipit and Andrew. “We’d better talk about limits,” she said.
This brought them all down to earth a bit, and they talked about the kinds of play they liked and what they couldn’t do. Neko was struck by how complementary her and Pipit’s kinks were—she loved physical pain but couldn’t take much humiliation, while Pipit loved humiliation and had a limited tolerance for pain. Neko was glad to bleed, but couldn’t stand watersports; Pipit could tolerate piss play, but couldn’t bear the thought of being made to bleed.
Pipit said to Andrew, “Have you ever caught your two slaves having sex together?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “They don’t try to hide it. In fact, they sometimes start playing right in front of me as a way of seducing me.”
That sounded like lots of fun to Neko, but Pipit said, “They’re manipulating you. Sex should happen when you choose. Do you punish them for that?”
“I haven’t,” said Andrew. “What I’ve done is take over the play. They like that.”
“It’s not about what they like,” said Pipit. “It’s about your authority. What do you think about this as a game? I’ll pretend to be your slave, and Neko can pretend to be my slave. Okay?”
Andrew thought for a second, and said, “Okay, but make it the other way around. Neko will be my slave, and you’ll be hers.”
“Okay,” said Pipit. “You catch us having sex, and we try to make you join us. How do they do that?”
Andrew said, “Emily says, ‘Fuck us, Master?’ It’s kind of cute.”
“Okay, Neko will say that, and you can take it from there. Does that sound like fun?”
“Yeah,” said Andrew.
“Okay,” she said. “Why don’t you go out, wait about a minute, and come back in. You can use anything you find in the closet, as long as you respect both our limits.”
“Okay,” Andrew said, and left the room.
Neko said, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, sweetie?”
“Don’t worry,” Pipit said. “This’ll be fun. You’re my Mistress now. What’re you going to do with me?”
“Lie down on the mat,” Neko said, “and I’ll show you.”
Neko had hardly a dominant bone in her body, but she knew how to top, and she knew what Pipit liked. Neko knelt beside her, kissed her briefly, climbed on top of her, and sat down heavily on her face. She had only a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of Pipit’s tongue probing into her slit before Andrew came in and stood watching them with an amused expression on his face. She loved being looked at, and her arousal instantly doubled.
Neko looked at Andrew and said, rocking on Pipit’s mouth, “Ooh, I love it so when baby eats me out. I just love to smash her pretty face with my hot cunt. She’s got such a sweet tongue—she makes me so wet!” It was porno patter, but it was the truth, too: Neko hardly had to look at Pipit to get wet. “Fuck us, Master? We need a cock so bad!”
Andrew frowned and said, “The Master decides when it’s time to fuck
. Get up, you.” He grabbed Neko’s arm above the elbow and hauled her to her feet. She liked his strength and decisiveness. Her body hummed with excitement.
He said, “Now what am I going to do with you? You were having sex without permission, and then you tried to manipulate me.”
Pipit sat up and started to cry. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said. Neko was impressed: Pipit was just as convincing now as she was when she was really upset. When Andrew let go of her, she sat beside Pipit and gave her a hug.
Andrew went to the closet, and Neko watched warily as he rummaged for a few minutes, picking up toys and setting them down again. Finally he came back with two large, gleaming stainless steel hooks and lots of rope.
“Lie down, both of you, on your stomach,” he said. He frog-tied them both, calves to thighs, and he tied their arms behind their backs. They had lain down facing the same way, but now he picked Pipit up and turned her around so each girl’s head was near the other’s feet, and their asses were side by side. He put them close enough together that their bodies touched.
Neko whined with excitement as Andrew lubricated first Pipit’s anus and then hers. She loved anal hooks. She didn’t like messing with long hair, but she kept hers long enough to make a ponytail just so her Dominants could tie a hook to it, forcing her to hold her head up. She was eager to find out what Andrew was going to do with the two hooks.
The hooks had sizable balls on the end where a fishhook or towing hook would have a point. It hurt deliciously being pushed into her ass. Neko squirmed a little, enjoying the pain, but Pipit moaned when Andrew inserted her hook, and her moan was like a stab wound for Neko. He tied a short length of rope onto a long one to make it end in a Y, and he tied the two short ends onto the loops at the ends of the anal hooks. Then he looped the long end of the rope over a hook in the ceiling, led the end over to a hook on the wall, and tied it tightly there. The hook pulled in Neko’s ass, but not quite enough to cause real pain. It seemed Pipit didn’t find it painful either, because she sighed and stirred. When she moved, though, Neko felt her own hook move inside her.
Andrew said, “If you move, the rope will get tighter and the hook will pull and start to hurt. I’d stay still if I were you.” He sat and watched.
The two girls lay still, but it wasn’t interesting: soon Neko wanted more stimulation. She tried squirming a bit so she could feel the hook, and when she did, Pipit squirmed too and said, “Ooh, I like it, baby.”
Andrew said, “No talking. I’ll gag you if you talk.”
They both stayed quiet. After a little while, Andrew went to the closet and came back with a wand vibrator, which he plugged into the wall and turned on. Neko hoped he’d use it on her first, but it was Pipit who started to writhe, and cried, “No, stop, Master!”
Andrew snapped the vibrator off and said, “I told you not to talk.” Pipit sobbed quietly as he went back to the closet and returned with two ball gags and two marbles. He put one marble into Neko’s right hand and one into Pipit’s and said, “Let go of the marble for a safe gesture.” Then he put on the ball gags.
Neko loved ball gags. She loved the way her jaw muscles got sore after a while and her mouth watered, making puddles of drool on the floor under her. She clutched her marble hard and felt her mouth fill up. Then Andrew turned on the vibrator, and a second later he was holding it firmly against her clit. She knew this kind of torment well—she’d even done it to herself—it was like a jackhammer pounding her pussy, instantly sending her body screaming past arousal into torture. She loved the vibrator but was desperate to get away, and she was able to squirm and move a bit, but of course Andrew pressed even harder, and when she moved, the hook in her ass pulled more, and Pipit moaned beside her as her hook pulled too.
The rope had gotten a little slack: Andrew went to the wall and tightened it, saying, “Neko’s movements are hurting you, Tosatsu. Is that any way for a Mistress to treat her slave?” Then he came back and used the vibrator on Pipit, who screeched and wriggled, pulling hard on Neko’s hook, which seemed to be sinking deeper into her and causing serious pain.
Neko moved restlessly, trying to ease the pain a little, but everything she did just made the hook go deeper and pull harder. Andrew said, “Tosatsu is hurting you, Neko. That’s no way for a slave to treat her Mistress.”
This was a game, and Neko liked it, but still she worried. Pipit didn’t love pain and couldn’t take as much of it as she could: how was she holding up? Neko didn’t like the way Andrew had turned her around so she couldn’t meet Pipit’s eyes. She liked the ball gag, but she didn’t like not being able to talk to Pipit. She wanted to be able to check on her and make sure she was all right. It didn’t seem right that she couldn’t.
Andrew went back and forth between the two women, occasionally tightening the rope, until Neko felt she was being hoisted like a side of beef. She imagined that soon the hook would tear out of her, ripping her apart, and the vibrator would drive her over some edge she’d never known was there. She heard Pipit whimpering softly beside her. She was just starting to think about safe gesturing for Pipit’s sake, or maybe for fear of actual injury, when Andrew turned off the vibrator, loosened the rope, and carefully extracted the hooks.
Andrew set Neko up on her knees. Unable to steady herself with her hands, she felt off balance and precarious. Andrew took off her gag. Then he unzipped, pulled his hard cock out, and held her with one hand behind her neck.
“Open,” he said, and shoved into Neko’s mouth.
As much as Neko loved pain, she was businesslike about sex: she liked it, but did it without a lot of passion. It wasn’t the cock in her mouth that got her off, though she liked the way this one forced its way through the narrow passage into her throat. And it wasn’t the violence of the man fucking her face, though she liked the way Andrew pulled her sharply into him and hammered her deep inside. It was a lover’s authority that turned her on—when she could feel it in the hands gripping her head or the fingers wound into her hair, sense it in the thrust of his cock, see it in his face as he gazed at her, appreciating her pain.
Andrew had at least some authority, but what made this face-fuck special, what really wound her up, was feeling the sympathy, a sort of warm aura, that radiated from Pipit, just visible at the edge of her field of vision, bound and gagged on the floor. Neko imagined her yearning to speak to her and touch her: what must she feel, being unable to comfort her friend? Pipit’s presence and Andrew’s enjoyment of her pain had her so turned on, she thought her pussy must be dripping. She protested with a whine when Andrew pulled out of her, replaced her gag, and lay her back on the floor.
He set Pipit on her knees, removed her gag, and face-fucked her the way he had Neko, who watched his cock penetrate her lovely mouth, watched her gag and drool, and ached with the same sympathy she’d sensed coming from her friend before. She longed so to touch her! Or how delicious it would be if she were lying under Pipit, licking her pussy while she sucked his cock. Neko wanted to be in the scene. She’d always loved being bound and gagged, but right now it was such a frustration, just lying here watching Andrew hammer Pipit’s throat.
It was even more frustrating when Andrew pulled out of Pipit, replaced her gag, and tossed her face down and crosswise over Neko’s body, belly against her mound. Pipit lay moaning and squirming with desire while he stripped and pulled on a condom.
Neko could only just see how Andrew fucked her. She could feel it, though, Pipit’s body jarring hers as he rammed her, one hand on her neck, her braid wound around the other. Neko lifted her head to look, and Pipit glanced at her just once before Andrew seized her by the jaw and forcibly turned her head away. He said, “You’re distracting each other.” He got up, went back to the closet, and returned with two blindfolds, which he tied on quickly.
Neko could hear Pipit’s soft whimpering and the slap of flesh against flesh—then after a couple of minutes a sharp cry. She protested behind her gag: what was Andrew doing to her?
Then she fe
lt herself picked up roughly and thrown down over something soft—she must be lying across Pipit’s body the way Pipit had across hers. Her cheek was pressed against the floor, and Andrew’s cock was penetrating her pussy. He thrust harder and held her hair as he had Pipit’s, making her gasp and arch her back. He felt good in her, hard and cruel, and she liked the way he was pulling her hair with one hand and holding her down with the other—Pipit writhed under her.
Then Andrew abruptly pulled out of her, yanked her onto her knees, tore off her gag, and thrust into her mouth again. She could feel the condom was gone now. It only took a few strokes for him to fill her mouth with cum, and then he said, “Kiss your slave,” and held her with an arm around her neck and a hand in her hair, forcing her head down so her lips touched Pipit’s. She enjoyed one long, sloppy, viscous kiss as the warm cum slid from her mouth into Pipit’s. Then Andrew pulled her away from her friend, lay her on the floor, and replaced her gag.
That’s it, she thought. He’s done. But he wasn’t, quite. She heard a gasp as Andrew did something to Pipit—pulled her to her knees, Neko guessed, and said, “Open wide, toilet slave.”
Neko was glad she couldn’t see what was going to happen next.
* * *
Emily dropped her marble, giving it a little flick with her fingers so it would travel farther and clack louder when it hit the floor. She thrashed about and made incoherent noises around her ball gag.
“Why the safe gesture?” Andrew said. “I’m not doing anything to you.”
“Ungh! Ungh!” said Emily, making it as insistent as she could, thrashing again. She thought she must look like a fish flopping around on the bottom of a rowboat.
Andrew sighed, turned away from Amanda, and bent down to undo Emily’s ball gag and remove her blindfold.
“What is it?” he said.
“You don’t get to do that,” she said. “She’s not your toilet slave.”
“She’s not objecting,” said Andrew, gesturing towards Amanda, who was kneeling, upright and naked, a few feet away. Even with a blindfold, she looked terrified.
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