by B J Wane
Sasha agreed; and, when Derrick pulled into the drive of a two-story stately southern home, she swallowed her trepidation and admitted she was excited about this next step in their journey. When he took her hand as she got out of the car and squeezed it encouragingly, Sasha vowed not to disappoint either one of them.
Daniel and Melanie greeted them at the door, Melanie’s nudity seemingly an unconcerned factor as Daniel held the door wide for them to enter. Shaking Derrick’s hand, he greeted him warmly. “You made great time. Come on in. This must be Sasha.”
Daniel smiled at her, his dark brown eyes lit with appreciation and curiosity. His hair was sandy with lighter streaks of blonde, as if he spent a great deal of time outdoors. He was as tall as Derrick and just as handsome, his body toned and fit. Next to him, his wife looked like a small waif with very generous breasts; her pussy as bare as Sasha’s. Short blonde hair framed a pretty face dominated by large violet eyes. Sasha tried to quell the surge of jealousy she felt knowing Derrick had fucked this woman and probably would again very soon. She also felt the need to undress. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted to continue Derrick’s rule that she strip as soon as they were behind closed doors.
“Yes, this is Sasha.”
The pride and warmth with which Derrick introduced her went a long way toward easing her mind as well as the soft kiss Daniel gave her before looking her over appraisingly. “She’s lovely, Derrick. Melanie, pet, why don’t you show Sasha their room and then join us in the den.”
Melanie smiled up at her husband. “Yes, Master. Come with me, Sasha. It’s so nice to have you and Master Derrick with us for a few days.”
Sasha grabbed the small bag that she had carried in with her and followed Melanie up the stairs, conscious of the men’s eyes on them.
“Do I make you uncomfortable?” Melanie asked as she led her down a wide hallway to a beautiful room at the very end.
“No, not all,” Sasha replied. “It’s just that I don’t know what to do, what’s expected of me. It’s a little intimidating.”
Melanie laughed, setting her at ease. “Don’t worry, both Master Daniel and Master Derrick are very good at control. Just go with the flow, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Sasha looked around the large bedroom, a king sized bed covered in a navy and cream comforter and two plush armchairs with a small table between filling it. A small dresser sat against the wall and a door leading to a private bath revealed towels and accessories in the same colors. French doors opened onto a small balcony that overlooked a beautifully landscaped back yard and swimming pool.
“It’s lovely. Can I ask you something?” she asked abruptly before loosing her nerve.
“Of course. Ask me anything.”
“Is it really as fulfilling as I’m thinking it would be to submit completely to a man?”
“Well, I can’t answer for you, but I can’t imagine living my life any other way now. I love Master Daniel more than anything in this world and pleasing him is all I care about. I’ve gotten more pleasure and satisfaction from our relationship than I have from any other type, so, yes, it’s very fulfilling. But, you’ll never know for sure until you’ve tried it yourself.”
“That’s what I thought.”
The four of them visited for a while over cocktails, Melanie kneeling at Daniel’s feet the entire time; his hand casually stroking her head now and then. Sasha found the scene highly erotic; her desire to join Melanie in her nudity growing stronger. But when Daniel instructed Melanie to dress for dinner, she knew she would have to wait a while longer.
Since it was their first night, Daniel wanted to treat Derrick and Sasha to dinner out. “We’ll eat in the rest of the week, but I want to try this new seafood place up the road,” he said as they piled into the SUV.
Daniel and Melanie were like any other couple while they were out in public. She referred to him by his name only, leaving off the master, and he seemed as solicitous of her as Derrick was of Sasha. His role as Master returned as soon as they got home. Melanie slowly disrobed when they entered the house, laying her clothes across a chair in the foyer. Both men simply watched her before Derrick turned to Sasha expectantly.
Her heart quickened at his look, and she knew what was coming. “Sasha, the same rule will apply for here as in our hotel rooms.”
“Yes, Derrick,” she answered, suddenly wishing she had the right to call him Master. “You may leave on your thong, for now.”
Due to Derrick’s continuous habit of exposing Sasha publicly, she found stripping in front of Daniel and Melanie no hardship. Her nervousness as she unzipped her dress and let it drop to her feet stemmed from the consuming desire to please rather from any embarrassment. Picking up her dress, she laid it next to Melanie’s and then turned to face the three of them in nothing but her thong and heels. “The shoes also,” Derrick ordered. When she had complied, he took her hand and they moved into the den, Melanie kneeling at Daniel’s feet, Derrick pulling her down onto his lap.
Sasha’s body betrayed her excitement as her nipples beaded into tight points, the same as Melanie’s. She actually felt awkward sitting in Derrick’s lap while the men conversed. She wished she could slip to the floor and kneel at his feet like Melanie, but knew she had not been given that honor yet.
That she was beginning to think along the lines of a submissive wasn’t lost on her, she thought, as she watched Melanie sip from the drink Daniel offered her. Melanie had not been offered her own drink, but Sasha had. She had declined, remembering what had happened the last time she had attempted to fortify her courage with liquor. Tonight, she wanted a clear head. Any actions she took, any decisions she made were going to be done with a clear head.
Sasha looked around the room as the men seemingly ignored them as they talked business, politics and golf. It was a huge room dominated by large, comfortable, dark brown leather furniture, lightened by off white plush carpeting. Sliding glass doors opened onto a covered patio laden with pots of flowers. Her attention was called back to the men when she heard Daniel speaking.
“Melanie, go get your plug and your flogger.”
His quiet demand was met with a smile and easy acceptance. “Yes, Master.”
The men watched her round buttocks as she went upstairs, and Sasha’s breath quickened with excitement and uncertainty. When Derrick cupped her breast, she jumped, turning startled, wide eyes to him. He simply ignored her, bending his head to her nipple and taking it into his mouth. His lips pulled on the tender bud before he suckled her, causing her womb to contract in pleasure.
Derrick lifted his head when Melanie returned and watched as she handed the requested objects along with a tube of lubricant to her Master. Without waiting for instructions, Melanie draped herself over Daniels lap, her buttocks lifted high.
Sasha’s pussy creamed even more at the sight of Melanie’s raised ass, and as Daniel brought his hand sharply down on her right buttock, she desperately wished that was her. She hadn’t been spanked all day, and she felt the need for that discipline growing stronger as Daniel raised a fiery red hue on his wife’s ass.
Derrick watched Sasha closely as he had been doing since they arrived. She was not adverse to what was happening, on the contrary, if the gleam of lust in her vivid blue eyes was any indication, she was highly aroused at Daniel and Melanie’s display. When Daniel ceased smacking Melanie’s ass and reached for the tube of lubricant, Sasha’s breath hitched and her fingers curled.
Daniel generously squeezed lubricant onto two fingers, spread Melanie’s buttocks and eased them into her anus. Melanie’s moan told them all how much she enjoyed having his fingers in her tight, forbidden hole; and, as he finger fucked her slowly, liberally greasing her dark passage, she lifted her hips in silent supplication. A hard swat made her subside with a frustrated whimper.
Sasha thought the sight of Daniel’s fingers buried between Melanie’s buttocks was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed until she watched him push the large bu
tt plug in, lodging it deep inside her rectum, the wide flat base pressed snug against her buttocks.
Derrick slid his hand into Sasha’s thong, his fingers encountering her wetness, evidence of just how aroused she was. His lips feathered along her jaw as he fingered her pussy, both of them watching as Daniel moved the plug in and out of Melanie’s hole a few times before smacking her ass a half dozen more times.
“Assume the position, Melanie,” Daniel ordered her curtly.
“Yes, Master.” Melanie lifted herself up and turned her back to the three of them, dropping to her knees. Lowering her head to the floor, she held her hands behind her back without saying a word. They could all see the wet sheen of her naked pussy lips between her spread knees.
Sasha watched wide-eyed as Daniel arose with the flogger in his hand and stood to Melanie’s side. The first blow left four vivid red stripes across her raised ass, the second four more. Melanie didn’t cry out, but she did bite her lip; her hips swaying with each stroke; her hands clenched tightly. Sasha saw what she had only felt before this. Although Derrick hadn’t used the flogger on her yet, she knew exactly how that fiery red burn felt; and, by the juices seeping from Melanie’s bare exposed cunt, she got just as turned on by the humiliation and pain as Sasha did.
Derrick’s hand now rested on her bare mound, his fingers idle as they watched Daniel flog his wife. When her ass was a mass of red stripes and tears were seeping from between her eyes, Daniel dropped the flogger and looked over at Derrick and Sasha. Derrick nodded as his arm tightened around Sasha’s waist.
When Daniel was in front of them, Derrick said quietly, “Sasha, unzip his pants and take out his cock.”
Sasha glanced quickly at Melanie, wondering how the other woman felt about this turn of events. It was Melanie’s smile of encouragement as she continued to stay in her position that gave Sasha the courage to obey Derrick.
Daniel’s cock was hard, and it was difficult releasing him, but she finally managed. He was big and hard; his sacs large and enticing as they hung below his jutting rod.
“Take him in your mouth, Sasha, show him how well you suck cock.” Derrick’s fingers slid back inside her pussy as she leaned forward and took Daniel’s cock into her mouth; her lips closing over him, and her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck on him. Her pussy was getting wetter; her hips jerking against his fingers as she pleasured his friend.
Derrick was bursting with pride watching Sasha fellate Daniel. “Up and down now, baby, harder, faster,” he instructed her; the sight of Daniel’s cock plunging in and out of her mouth made his own cock harden further. Daniel grabbed Sasha’s bobbing head as he thrust into her mouth over and over, Melanie’s eyes glued on them from the floor. Sasha whimpered as Derrick brought her near orgasm and then ceased his manipulations, leaving her hanging.
“More, Sasha. Relax your throat like I taught you and take him deeper. You can do it.”
Sasha opened wider and took him deeper; her need to please Derrick and make him proud of her was nearly overwhelming. Daniel was wide and long and stretched her mouth completely; his purpled head tickling her throat as she sucked harder, anxious to taste his come.
“God, Derrick. She gives great head. I’m going to explode,” Daniel groaned as he shot his seed down her throat, his cock hammering her mouth as he ejaculated with a shout.
As Daniel pulled his drained cock from her still grasping lips, Derrick praised her. “I’m so proud of you, Sasha.” He kissed her softly, tasting Daniel on her tongue.
His words were all Sasha needed to hear to make her feel complete. She didn’t even mind when he rose and then settled her on Daniel’s lap. Derrick lowered her thong to mid thigh, gave her a telling look, and then walked over to where Melanie still knelt submissively on the floor.
Releasing his cock, he knelt behind her, removed the butt plug and grasped her reddened hips. Spreading her buttocks with his thumbs, he thrust into her anus with one smooth stroke, burying his whole length up her ass. Watching Derrick butt fuck Melanie, Sasha realized the little ritual with the plug was to prepare her for Derrick’s cock. She was surprised to feel no jealousy as he took his time with Melanie’s ass, his cock pumping in and out of her stretched hole with slow sure strokes.
“Does that turn you on as much as it does me?” Daniel whispered in her ear as his fingers lightly caressed the smooth bare folds of her pussy. Encountering her wetness, he said, “Ah, I see it does.”
Sasha glanced at him briefly, the feel of his cock hardening under her buttocks proving he didn’t lie. “You two have a strange relationship,” she said, hoping she wasn’t offending him.
Daniel smiled reassuringly at her, easing her worry over offending him. “Strange to some, not so to others. It works for us, and we enjoy it. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”
Sasha nodded, her eyes closing as Daniel’s fingers moved down her slit and slid easily between her wet folds. His other hand moved down her back and under her buttocks; his fingers sliding between her crack and into her anus.
“Watch them,” he ordered her as he finger fucked both her orifices.
Sasha opened her eyes again, looking at Derrick and Melanie, gasping as Daniel worked his fingers in and out of her pussy and ass. Derrick was fucking Melanie’s ass vigorously now, his buttocks tightening with each thrust. Melanie cried out at the onslaught, her face twisted in pleasure.
“Please, Master,” she pleaded, “may I come?”
“No, not now, pet. Behave and I’ll reward you tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sasha’s own climax neared, and she forgot all about asking for permission to come. Watching Derrick shoot his sperm up Melanie’s ass set her off, and she screamed as his orgasm triggered her own. Bucking against Daniel’s hands, she rode the waves of pleasure; and, by the time she came crashing down, Derrick was standing before her, a scowl on his face.
“On your knees next to Melanie,” he demanded coldly.
Sasha didn’t even consider protesting. She dropped to her knees, head down, hands behind her back, her thong still around her thighs. Derrick picked up the flogger and wasted no time laying it across her buttocks.
Sasha cried out at the first feel of the braided leather strips; the instant fiery sting leaving her panting.
“Quiet or I’ll gag you.”
Sasha cringed, not wanting the ball gag. When he struck her a second time, she managed to hold in her cry, but it became more and more difficult as he whipped her with slow steady strokes meant to punish. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold back her cries any longer, he stopped, and Sasha breathed a sigh of relief. Her buttocks felt on fire, but she soon discovered she didn’t mind the pain in the least. She was kneeling before Derrick; and, at that moment, there was no place she’d rather be.
Chapter Twelve
“Can I ask you a question?”
Melanie laughed. “You don’t have to ask. I told you yesterday to feel free to ask me anything.”
The men were spending the afternoon golfing, and Sasha and Melanie were lounging on recliners by the pool clad in nothing but thong bathing suit bottoms. Daniel and Melanie’s yard was almost an acre lot and enclosed with a six foot rod iron fence. While their neighbors weren’t real close, they were near enough to get an eyeful if they happened to be out, which they often were. As Melanie had informed her when they first came out, both Daniel and Derrick thrived on others seeing what they owned. As long as their pussies were kept covered, they were pleased to have others look at them. Thank God Derrick had exposed her often, Sasha thought. She now found being nearly naked in front of strangers very enjoyable and absolutely no hardship.
“How did you end up living the way you do?” Sasha envied the ease with which Melanie lived as a submissive. Sasha wondered if she would be with Derrick long enough to get to that point.
“Well, it started with the loss of my virginity at age nineteen. I was very naïve, even at that age, and wasn’t very smart when I picked who wa
s going to get the privilege of popping my cherry.”
Her mischievous grin had Sasha smiling. Melanie was a fun, laid back woman that she found easy to get to know and be herself with. “I lost mine in the back seat of a car the night of my high school graduation.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Needless to say, we didn’t see each other again.”
“Exactly, only the guy I picked was self-centered and a bit rough. After that, I decided there was something to be said for celibacy. Thankfully, my college room mates refused to let me off that easy. I was a complete mess by the time they met me over a year later. I was flunking school; I couldn’t keep a job, and my social life sucked. Trish and Andrea decided I needed someone to help me get my life under control. So, one night, while in a state of drunken bliss, they challenged me to go to a BDSM club with them.”
“Just like that? Don’t you need an invitation or be a member or something to get into those places?”
“Depends on the club. We went to one that had a small gathering room. Those doms and subs that don’t have anyone meet in there on Friday nights and usually hook up with someone at least for the weekend. That’s how I met Mistress Cindy.”
“Mistress? But you’re not gay,” Sasha blurted out, too surprised at Cindy’s disclosure to hold her tongue.
“You should see your face!” Melanie laughed so hard she was holding her waist and her breasts were jiggling, a sight Sasha couldn’t seem to look away from. “I’m not now, and I didn’t think I was then; and, even though I spent a year as Mistress Cindy’s sub, I don’t think I was ever completely one sided. At first, Mistress Cindy showed me a softer side to sex, and I loved it, even the pain of her spankings couldn’t diminish the pleasure I got from her fingers and mouth. Soon, I craved the punishments as much as the sex and that’s when she introduced me to dildos and vibrators, large ones, showing me that a man could easily give me what she could if I was brave enough to go for it.”