by Lucy Lixx
He smiled.
“You are so sexy when you shiver,” he said. “You should clean up. Did you finish that paperwork?”
“I’m nearly done, sir,” I replied while sitting up.
“Good girl. Go wash up, get hydrated, and then complete it,” he instructed.
“Yes, sir,” I responded.
I left the office and went to the bathroom where I washed my hands and relived myself. I studied my face in the mirror as I fixed my eyeliner, noticing how I was glowing. Since I had returned, I looked much healthier. I didn’t have bruises on my wrists and legs from rope. My face wasn’t sunken from feeling beaten. Everything here made me feel better.
When I exited the bathroom, I noticed Norman packing his things. It made my heart sink.
“Do you have to go?” I asked.
“Of course, little one. I must straighten out this ridiculous mess,” he replied while kissing my cheek. “You’ll be with your sisters and you’ll be fine.”
I sighed and kissed his hands, breathing deep the scent of his cologne that reminded me of our nights spent in bliss. I was going to miss his presence in our bed. Hiding my frown, I headed back to the office where I finished up my paperwork and went to get a cup of tea. Courtney was sitting in the living room while reading a book and Bettie was dusting the shelves. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose blouse that made her look bohemian. It was adorable and I went over to give her a kiss.
Norman appeared with his luggage and asked for a group hug, saying that he would return as soon as the matter was handled. Each of us gathered around him and we all wrapped our arms around each other. We glowed with support and love, the energy filling me with hope that our little love nest was safe under the charge of Norman.
“You girls be good while I’m gone,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” we replied.
“Be safe, dear,” Courtney said while pecking his lips.
“I will be,” he replied. “You, too.”
Each of us gave him a kiss and then he went out the door, the three of us gathering in the doorway as he climbed into a black car and headed for the airport. We waved. My heart sank watching him leave, but having Courtney and Bettie meant I wouldn’t be alone. At least I would have work to do while he was gone. I would manage his calls from the company as I always have and would set appointments in his calendar.
As I worked, Bettie continued to clean the rest of the house and Courtney started preparing dinner. I could smell the seasoning from the office and it stirred my hunger. When it was ready, we ate in the moderately large dining room next to the kitchen and sipped wine.
“You know,” Courtney said between bites. “There is this club downtown that I found while on a modeling shoot. I think you two would like it.”
“What kind of club?” I asked while cutting my chicken.
“It’s a kink club,” she replied.
Bettie looked confused.
“It means fetish stuff,” I explained to Bettie.
Her eyes went wide.
“You mean like rope?” she asked. “I don’t know about that.”
“It involves rope, yes, but it’s much more than that. It’s all so much more beautiful than mere rope,” Courtney explained.
“I don’t know, Courtney. We went through a lot with Claus and rope makes us kind of queasy,” I said after a sip of wine.
“Neither of you are required to participate, but I figured we could have a little fun there,” Courtney said. “Come on. You got to live a little bit.”
Bettie and I exchanged glances.
“As long as no one is trying to tie us up,” Bettie said while raising her glass. “Promise us that.”
“I absolutely promise no one is going to touch you without permission, and they certainly won’t harm you,” she promised.
“Good,” I said. “I guess we’ll get ready after dinner.”
I was going to need a lot more wine before leaving the house.
The three of us stood in front of the entrance to Latex Underground, a fetish club in Chicago that apparently boasted live BDSM shows and caged dancing. Much of it looked like a gimmick to bring in tourists, but it also appeared to be heavily saturated with real leather people. I had never seen such a thing in my life. The line on the sidewalk was decorated with people in leather suits, skirts, fishnets, and collars. Many of them appeared to be alternative.
Courtney regarded the line with a smile and then walked straight to the man who was guarding the door. His muscles flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the line closely to make sure no one was getting rowdy. He perked up when Courtney approached.
“My little honey bee,” he said sweetly while wrapping his massive ebony arms around her. “Who are these two fine ladies behind you?”
“These are my sisters,” Courtney replied. “They’ve just returned from vacation.”
“You all look wonderful. Come on in,” he said while pulling the rope aside.
The inside was a mess of colored lights and grinding bodies, cages lining the stage with people inside dancing. I admired the way their bodies moved, nodding my head to the progressive music. It sounded transient, like it was going to carry me away from the crowd and up into the clouds. Courtney led us to the bar where she ordered martinis. We scoped the crowd dancing near the bar.
“This is wild,” I shouted over the music.
“It gets even better. Come on!” she said while grabbing my hand.
Bettie clung to my dress, trying hard not to get lost in the mixture of people. We were led to a black door towards the end of the stage where Courtney knocked. A small window opened and Courtney said something into it, the door opening immediately. The three of us filed in and turned to face a masked man holding a whip. He pointed to another door. We followed Courtney, fearful of what might be happening, and entered another room lined with all sorts of equipment. A few people occupied the space.
“Ladies,” she said. “Welcome to The Dungeon.”
Chapter Five
We looked around in awe, noticing how no one was bound in rope. There was one bed, a doctor’s table, and a cross that towered menacingly against the wall. It all looked incredibly intimidating, the lights dimmed to give the room an eerie glow. Candles were lit on the mantel at the far end of the room and I felt inexperienced next to the couple who was being whipped. The man whipping them turned with a grin, holding out his arm to hug Courtney.
“Hello, little dove,” he said. “Who are your friends?”
“These are my sisters Sammy and Bettie,” she replied.
“Hello, Sammy and Bettie. I’m Master Mike,” he said.
“Hello,” we both said timidly.
“Don’t be shy. Feel free to use the space as you please. As long as you have consent, we will not bother you,” he said.
We nodded and smiled politely. Courtney led us over to the doctor’s table and asked which of us wanted to play the part of the patient. I looked up at Bettie. She had always been the bottom in most play scenes, so I volunteered myself.
“Great. Just lie down and relax. We’ll strap you in,” Courtney explained.
I climbed on the table and relaxed into the soft leather, the straps wrapping perfectly around my wrists and feet. My heart was racing. I trusted Courtney and Bettie with my entire being, otherwise I wouldn’t allow them to do this to me. It was both exciting and frightening – I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. Courtney peered down into my eyes and smoothed some hair from my face.
“Are you good?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the word ‘blue,’” she instructed. “We’ll get you out quickly if we need to.”
I nodded, watching as she grabbed a gag from the table nearby. Seeing it triggered my memories of Claus and Bettie watched me carefully as Courtney wrapped it around my lips. I gulped. Bettie took my hand as Courtney adjusted the straps to prop my legs up. She p
eered under my dress.
“I thought I told you not to wear panties,” she said. “We’ll just have to take care of that. Nurse, will you grab the scissors?”
Bettie froze for a moment, trying to discern whether Courtney was speaking to her. When she realized it was her turn to act, she nodded and turned to the table to grab a pair of shears to hand to Courtney. She lifted my dress further to expose my beautiful lace panties that sparkled in the dim light, watching as she pinched one side to lift. It caused the center of my panties to press against my rose bud and I hissed against the gag. Courtney smiled.
“Did that feel good?” she asked.
I nodded, my eyes fluttering the more she pulled the fabric. Bettie waited patiently for further instruction, holding her arms behind her back and watching the scene unfold. Courtney continued to pull the fabric against my exposed skin, causing it to darken with my nectar.
“Let’s get a better look by getting these off,” Courtney announced while snipping the fabric.
She pulled my panties away and tossed them to the ground, instructing Bettie to hold my petals open for her to get a good look. Smooth fingers slid over my pink skin, gently prying open my flower to be inspected. Courtney leaned in so close that I could feel her breath on my exposed tulip. It caused me to twitch.
“I’ll need to check inside,” she informed me while pulling on a white glove. “Just to make sure everything is the way it should be.”
I shuddered against my restraints. It deeply aroused me to be touched in this fashion with both of my sisters bent over my tulip. Courtney slowly inserted one finger and then another, pressing her other hand against my pelvis like a doctor would during an examination.
“Does that feel good?” she asked me with a grin, moving her fingers side to side.
I nodded slowly, watching her mouth disappear behind Bettie’s hands to slurp up the sweet nectar that was spilling from my flower. Her tongue unfurled to curl around my bud, dipping down into my folds as Bettie began to massage my skin. A muffled moan escaped my lips and my eyes rolled back. Across the room, I saw a tall gentleman wearing a pale mask. It was unclear whether he was watching us or whether he was just checking the clock above my head.
I’m not sure what caught my attention about him. There was no single identifying feature that was particularly attractive other than the tight muscle shirt he sported that showed off his broad shoulders. Sweat glistened on his arms. He looked like he had just been working out, but he hadn’t moved from his position. I watched him watching. Green eyes leered with a soft sense of intent to join, but he remained still. He almost seemed aloof, like he was enjoying the scene unfolding while caring little about whether it involved him.
Still, his eyes watched.
Hormones percolated as Courtney inserted a finger and continued to lick fervently, prodding my bud to engorge as I focused on our perfect stranger. Bettie sighed softly, watching me enjoy the sensation of them stimulating my flower and I reeled at the fact that our performance was being enjoyed. Another moan escaped my lips. I tried hard to keep it quiet, knowing that our stranger would likely take pleasure in my uncontrollable sounds. I couldn’t keep quiet, not with my sisters so heatedly engaged with my tulip. They were slipping and sliding over my skin with the sole purpose of getting me to climax. Their eyes washed over my body, my pelvis rolling forward with each motion.
It wasn’t long before I was bucking. Lips sucked harder on the swollen skin and I bayed against my gag, wishing they would remove it so I could sing the song of my achievement. The stranger watched intently, waiting for me to lose control. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I also didn’t want to let go just yet. As long as I was at the peak of pleasure, he could continue watching. I held it in as hard as I could and grunted, pulling against my restraints as warm waves washed over my torso. It rattled my body and I bit down on the gag as electricity crackled in my gut.
My sisters were devoted to having me cum, their fingers dancing inside me and massaging my legs as both of their tongues slipped over my petals. Another lick broke through my barrier of resistance and sent me crumbling, the world around becoming a blur as I convulsed on the table. Through my half closed eyes, the stranger grinned – or it appeared to be a grin – as my body shook violently in the wake of my orgasm. Courtney stood up with a smile and Bettie squeezed my hand, the two satisfied with my display.
I was gasping against the gag, begging with my eyes for them to undo the fabric so I could take deeper breaths. As if reading my mind, the stranger nonchalantly walked across the room and pulled off the gag, stroking hair from my face while looking over my shivering form.
“Hello, Stanley,” Courtney said to the stranger. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“I’ve been on holiday,” he said in a thick English accent. “You look wonderful.”
Courtney smiled wide.
“Are you heading to the party afterwords?” Stanley asked, his green eyes locking with mine.
“We’ll certainly consider it. That’s Sammy,” she replied. “And this is Bettie.”
“Hello, ladies,” he said smoothly. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
I looked over at Bettie who was practically swooning. As I studied her features, I didn’t notice that Stanley had pulled off his mask and was looking between the three of us. I looked back up to see a robust chin and a strong neck. This man definitely pumped iron. It was a strange contrast to my master who was particularly lean with enough muscle to hold me in place. But this guy could whip circles around Norman. I almost felt bad as my flower tingled. I wanted him to touch me.
As Courtney explained to us what party we were going to attend, I mobilized my jaw to stretch out the muscles. Stanley looked down at me and asked if I was thirsty. I said yes. He held up a cup with a straw and allowed me to drink. The water tasted clean and pure, hydrating me immediately. Courtney undid my straps and helped me sit up, pulling the hem of my dress down. I shivered.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, my jaw still feeling stiff from the gag.
“Do you want to check out this party?” she asked.
I looked at Bettie. Her eyes were filled with excitement and wonder, pleading with me to say yes. I wanted her to enjoyed herself, so I nodded at Courtney who clapped her hands.
“I’ll head out now and catch you ladies there,” Stanley said.
He winked at me.
“Ciao,” Courtney said with a wave.
After hopping off the table, Bettie and I went to the restroom to wash up and peck each other in a stall. I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Are you having fun?” I asked.
She nodded.
“It’s always fun with you. Let’s go while the night is still young,” she said.
I smiled and took her hand, pulling her out into the mess of bodies still dancing vigorously on the dance floor. We located Courtney at the bar and she led us out into the dark night, our hearts beating wildly for the trouble we were about to get into. I wasn’t sure what was to come, but I was beyond excited. We hopped in the car and she drove us away from the club, heading fast towards the next party.
And to Stanley.
Chapter Six
It was late in the afternoon and Norman was in our room unpacking. Courtney had made an early dinner of fajitas and I couldn’t get my stomach to stop growling from the smell. The other night was still weighing on my mind, hoping that perhaps none of them were aware of the incident with Stanley. During the party, we had slipped away to the bathroom and I had gone down on him, savoring the sweet taste of his succulent member as he shuddered in the shower.
I stared at Norman’s paperwork sitting on the counter. Instinctively, I moved them to the office and met him in the living room where he kissed my lips lovingly.
“How’s my little darling doing?” he asked.
“I’m good,” I replied with a smile.
“Did you girls have fun?” he asked.
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“Yes, we did. We went to a club with Courtney,” I responded.
He frowned.
“What club?” he asked sternly.
A stone sank in my stomach. Was I not supposed to say that? Courtney hadn’t said whether we should keep it a secret, and it wasn’t like me to keep too many secrets anyway. This was Norman. I told him practically everything except for the encounter with Stanley, which I was sure would receive punishment anyway. He took my hand hard and pulled me into the kitchen.
“What’s this about a club, Courtney?” Norman asked firmly.
Courtney turned off the stove and stood in the middle of the kitchen.
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
Bettie was sitting at the counter with a worried look on her face, her hand frozen in the air with a magazine page between her fingers. I could tell she was afraid to move.
“You didn’t ask to go to a club,” he informed her. “And I don’t appreciate that you didn’t even mention it.”
“It was just a local club. We were having fun,” she insisted. “It’s not a big deal, Norman. We played with each other like good little girls.”
She shrugged as if this happened all the time. I didn’t want to look at Norman. I could feel how hot his face was from anger, from the fact that we failed to inform him of something that was apparently pertinent.
“You should have asked first,” he growled. “Bend over.”
Courtney stood defiantly in the center of the kitchen and didn’t budge.
“No,” she said flatly. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Either you bend over or I’m taking it out on Samantha,” he said.
I shivered with fear in his grip, begging with my eyes for Courtney to concede. She kept her arms firmly folded over her chest, daring him to stick to his word. Where was this attitude coming from? It felt like maybe he knew about my little infidelity and that perhaps Courtney knew, too. Were they setting me up? I whimpered as Norman dragged me over to the couch and bent me over the cushions, pulling down my pants to expose my pale bottom.