by Alex Tempera
“You think so?” Paxton said from behind.
Sydney turned around and smiled at the three men standing behind her. She turned back to Bishop. “You know, maybe I will accept the appointment, and then, I can show the world your pink collar and leash.”
“No one will care,” he snapped. “I’m retiring.”
“Actually, I would never use your secrets against you. That’s why I didn’t report you to Devlin Mackenzie last night.”
“You didn’t? Then why did I get banned? Why did Master Donnelly release me?”
“It wasn’t me, and I see, you blame me for everything. For one about not picking you, I’m not interested in fucking a 70-year-old man. Nothing wrong with it, just not my type. As for a sub, I have my own. How did you know I was looking for one? I didn’t even know.”
“I overheard your clerk on the phone with your husband. That’s how I knew.”
“So, you want me to take your seat in the appellate court and you want me to dump my husband, and my clerk. Well, it’s not gonna happen. I don’t want to be the next appellate judge.”
“You have no choice,” he snapped.
“Sir, this is America. I have a choice,” she crossed her arms. “Now, you have about ten seconds to leave before the police arrive.”
“Bullshit,” he grunted.
“Well, that’s fine. Maybe Donnelly will represent you,” she snickered as sirens blared down the road.
“I’m leaving,” he turned and slowly walked down the stairs to his car.
She watched as the police cars sped passed her house and waved to Bishop as he pulled out of the long driveway. She listened as the iron gate slowly murmured as it opened and then closed. “We really need that gate more secured,” She turned around and faced them. “I don’t know what he’s gonna do now. He could mess with you guys.”
“No worries,” John said. “So, we gonna play or what?”
“Seriously?”
“Why not?” John smiled. “We might as well do what we like to do, whether the public finds out or not.”
“Get dressed and we’ll meet in the play room,” Paxton commanded.
Twenty Two
Sydney and Paxton walked into the playroom and stood in front of their kneeling subs, John wearing his red lace teddy and Tim wearing his black lace teddy. Neither one was wearing a wig or shoes. They were kneeling, with their hands behind their backs, their hard cocks resting on their thighs, and eyes diverted to the floor.
Sydney, wearing a tank top and leather shorts, stood in front of John. “Before we play, is there something you wanted to ask, Jessica?”
“Yes, Lady,” he answered.
“Eyes up,” she commanded.
John looked at her. “When I’m not wearing the wig, will you call me by a sub name rather than a CD name?”
“How about girl? Is that acceptable?”
“Oh, yes, thank you, Lady.”
“Was that your only question?”
“No, Lady. Is this the last time we are going to play?”
“I don’t want to lose you as my sub, are you concerned?”
“Tim and I want to explore being a couple, we may even out ourselves publically but we still,” his eyes diverted to Tim and then back at Sydney. “We still wish to be your subs.”
“I would like that,” she looked at Paxton. “Do you agree?”
Paxton wore a leather vest and a leather thong that held his large bulging cock. “Yes, I do. When it is my wife and I, I’m her sub, but when the four of us are together, you two are our subs. We only wish to change the rules slightly. My wife and I will always have our subs together. Sometimes we will watch the others play and sometimes we will all play together, and sometimes, my wife and I will watch you two play together. Any objections?”
“No, Sir,” Tim said. “I would like that, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, let’s get started.” Paxton looked down at Tim and placed his black leather collar around his neck. “Your working collar, sissy.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Tim gulped proudly.
“On your feet and bend forward for inspection.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tim rose to his feet, and bent forward, with the palms of his hands on the floor, his ass in the air.
Sydney looked down at John and placed a leather collar around his throat. “Your working collar.”
“Thank you, Lady.”
“girl, on your feet for inspection,” she commanded.
John stood up and bent forward, with his hands resting on the floor and his legs spread.
Paxton walked behind his sub. “sissy, such a sexy asshole,” he inserted his finger in Tim’s ass. “You’re my sissy.” He fucked Tim’s ass with his finger and then pulled it out. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a paddle. He walked back over and slapped the paddle against his ass cheeks. Slap! On one cheek. Slap! On the other cheek. He continued to slap until both cheeks were bright red. Paxton watched as Tim’s cock grew harder. “Stand up, sissy.”
Tim slowly stood up, his cock larger and harder now, it stood almost straight up.
Paxton walked in front of Tim and pinched his nipples through the lacy fabric of his teddy, letting them almost pierce through the fabric. He leaned forward and sucked on the nipples, drenching the lace over them. He looked into Tim’s eyes. “Face her sub, and whatever you feel, do not come until I tell you, sissy.”
“Yes, Sir,” he turned toward Sydney and her sub.
Sydney stood behind her sub, and using her hand, she slapped his ass, on both cheeks. She slapped him until her handprint was noticeable in red on both cheeks. She reached between his legs and jerked his cock. “Such a sexy cock, girl. Please stand and turn so your fellow sub can see your sexy red ass.”
“Yes, Lady,” John stood up and turned to his right, so that his ass was facing Tim’s face.
Sydney walked over to the counter and opened a drawer. She grabbed the clothespin nipple clamps and a large cock ring. She walked back over to John. She stretched the cock ring and slid it on his cock. “Too tight, girl?”
“No, Lady, it is perfect. Thank you, Lady.”
She lowered the straps of his teddy and revealed his nipples to her. “I’ll keep your lace on your body, do not worry, girl. You look so beautiful and sexy.”
“Thank you, Lady,” he stood proudly.
She ran her hands down his shoulders and toward his nipples. “Yes, the lace makes you very soft and feminine.” She leaned forward and started to suck on each nipple. As they grew harder, she released her mouth and pinched both nipples until they got harder. She pressed the clamps on his nipples and connected to the chain. “Beautiful and sexy. These clamps are special, girl. They were designed just for you. Each clamp has a ruby and four diamonds. I had it made just for you. Each clamp is also engraved.”
“Oh, Lady, what does it say?” his eyes watered.
“My girl,” she smiled.
“Oh, thank you, Lady, I wear these to please you, thank you.”
She kissed his cheek and then his forehead. “Of course, girl. You will always be my girl. As I said, you’re beautiful. Now, over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
“Really, oh, thank you, Lady,” he walked, almost skipped with excitement to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
She followed him over and attached his wrists and ankles to the cross that allowed him to form an X with his body. She kissed his forehead. “It’s your first time on the cross?”
“Yes, Lady.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Yellow, Lady.”
“What is your color?”
“Red,” he smiled. “My color is red.”
“Red, girl?”
“I like red, Lady.”
“So, Red is go?”
“Yes, Lady. I’m red.”
“All right,” she smiled and turned toward Paxton and his sub.
Paxton used the soft wrist cuffs and attached each one to his sub’s wrists. “Over here, my sissy.” He led Tim
to face the St. Andrew’s Cross about two feet in front of it. “Hands over your head.”
Tim obeyed and lifted his arms over his head.
“What is your safe word?”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“And what is your go color?”
“Black, Sir. I like Black.”
“Very well. What is your color now?”
“Black, Sir,” Tim stood proudly, wanting to look at John, and see his beauty on that cross but he didn’t divert his eyes from the floor.
Paxton reached up and pulled the two ends of a long silver thick-linked chain that was connected through a loop in an O-ring down toward his sub. He locked each end of the chain to each one of Tim’s wrist cuffs. He pulled another smaller chain that made the thick one tight and his wrists were taut over his head. He stood in front of Tim. “Eyes up, sissy.”
Tim slowly raised his eyes and looked into Paxton’s. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, I want you to focus your eyes on that sub and do not look away. Do not come either. I will tell you when you can release that orgasm.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said.
Paxton walked over to the counter and opened another drawer. He pulled out a black butt plug and lubricated it. He also grabbed a black cock ring. He returned to his chained sub and spread his legs. He inserted the butt plug into Tim’s ass. He kissed each ass cheek. Then he stood in front of Tim and jerked his cock, making it grow harder, if that were even possible. He stretched the silicon cock ring and slid it on his cock. “Keep your eyes on that sub, my sissy.”
“Yes, Sir,” he moaned with the pleasure of the butt plug burning inside his ass and the tightness around his cock, and he was allowed to watch John.
Sydney stood in front her sub with her crop in her hand. “sissy is going to watch,” she gazed into his eyes. “I want you to keep your eyes on his. Do you understand, girl?”
“Yes, Lady,” he gulped hard.
She stepped to the side. “girl, you look so beautiful on this cross.” She ran the tip of her crop down his body, and over his clamped nipples. “What do you think of sissy being chained like that?”
“Sexy, Lady. sissy looks very sexy.”
Paxton looked at Tim. “What do you think of our girl, sissy? How does girl look on the cross?”
“Very sexy, Sir,” he licked his lips. “Beautiful, uh, Sir.”
Sydney ran the tip of her crop over John’s hard cock, still being strangled by the cock ring. “Your pussy is so hard, my girl.”
“Yes, Lady,” he gulped.
Sydney looked at Paxton. “Lower your sissy?” she smiled.
“Yes, my wife,” he winked. He loosened the slack of the chains and looked at Tim. “On your knees, your hands still in the air as they will remain chained. On your knees in front of our girl.”
Tim slowly lowered to his knees, his hands still chained, but the slack allowed him to be lower. He waited for his next command, and he so hoped he would be tasting John, but he would welcome any command.
“Lean forward and suck on our girl until I tell you to release, sissy.”
Tim leaned forward and slowly put his mouth on John’s cock. He inhaled it until his tongue touched the cock ring. The harder he sucked, the harder John’s cock got, and the more the cock ring tightened.
John winced and closed his eyes. “Yellow, Lady.”
Paxton put his hand on Tim’s head. “Release his cock, sissy.”
“Yellow?” Sydney touched his cheek.
“That cock ring got too tight. I’m sorry, Lady.”
“No, that’s fine,” she ran her hand over his cock and slowly slid the ring off of it. “Your cock is beautifully hard without it. How does that feel?”
“Red, Lady,” he sighed with almost instant relief.
Sydney kissed his cheek. “Relax, my girl.” She uncuffed his wrists and ankles from the cross. “Remove your teddy and sit in the middle of the floor with your legs spread.”
“Remove my teddy?” he whispered.
“For now, my girl. You’re still my girl, whether you wear the teddy or just these beautiful clamps.” She lightly touched his tender nipples, still clamped tight. “They make you still look feminine.”
“Yes, Lady, thank you,” he walked slowly toward the middle of the room. He slipped off his teddy and then placed it neatly on the chair by the privacy screen. He returned to the middle of the floor, and sat down, spreading his legs.
Paxton stood in front of Tim. “I’m going to remove the chains right now, sissy. Then, I want you to stand up, sissy.”
Tim’s eyes watered as he stood up and diverted his eyes to the floor, he bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in his sobs.
“What’s wrong, sissy?” Paxton looked at Sydney and then wiped his eyes.
“I hurt your girl,” he wept. “He used his safe word because of me.” His lips quivered with regret.
Sydney walked over and touched Tim’s cheek. “No, it’s not your fault. You excited him more than he could take and the cock ring got too tight. That’s all. He’s better now.”
“He is?” Tim gulped. “You stripped him. Oh, sorry, Lady. Sir.”
“Not for punishment, for another extension of his beauty,” Paxton said. “Now, relax.” Paxton slowly slid the cock ring off his cock and then walked behind him, removing the butt plug. “I want you to undress and join our girl on the floor.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tim followed his instructions as Paxton placed the butt plug and cock ring into the basin.
Paxton looked into Sydney’s eyes. “I think they should play, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Yes, did you see how upset Tim was? We need to show them both that they’re beautiful and being naked is not a punishment. You should give Tim his clamps, too. That way he knows he’s just as special.”
Paxton nodded and walked over to the counter and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a small box and opened it. “sissy, on your feet.”
Tim slowly rose, lightly sniffing.
“You’re beautiful, my sissy.” Paxton rubbed and pinched his nipples, until they were beyond hard peaks. He clamped the silver clamps on each nipple and attached the chain. “These were specially made for you. Each clamp has an emerald to match your gorgeous green eyes and they are both engraved. You may look.”
Tim looked down at the silver clamps, each one with the emerald surrounded by four diamonds. “Engraved, Sir?”
“Yes, it says my sissy,” Paxton pressed his mouth against his bottom lip. “You’re beautiful. If you’re not dressed up, you will be wearing these to show your feminine side. Do you feel sexy?”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Good, now I want you to sit down next to our girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” he slowly sat down and spread his legs. He lightly touched John’s arm with his arm. He felt another warmth of comfort. He loved being Paxton’s sub and he loved having John next to him. He also hoped John felt the same way.
Sydney looked at John. “On your feet, and I want you to sit on the knee pads of the spanking bench. Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Lady,” he slowly stood up and instantly felt the loss of Tim’s arm touching his. He instantly looked at Tim and then realized what he did. He hoped his Mistress would not notice. He sat on the kneeling pad of the spanking bench and spread his legs.
Paxton looked down at Tim. “On your hands and knees, crawl over to our girl and face her pussy.”
Tim crawled slowly over to John and eyed his large, hard cock. He waited for instructions.
“Suck him until he comes, sissy, but only use your mouth and tongue no hands.”
“Yes, Sir,” his eyes flicked up to John’s and then he slowly started to suck his cock. He breathed in his cock all the way until he almost gagged, but then he slowed his breathing and his sucking, making it harder and slower. He wanted to savor John’s deliciousness.
“girl, you keep your eyes open and on sissy’s face,” Sydney commanded.
“Yes, Lady,
” he focused on Tim’s face. His eyes met Tim’s and this was even more exciting and arousing than their last night of fucking each other in the guestroom. Something about being shared submissives and having feelings for each other, and even having their dominants watch. It was very exciting and he wanted this sucking to last forever.
Sydney and Paxton sat on the chaise as they watched the intimate sucking of one sub on another. Sydney took Paxton’s hand and led it down her yoga pants, until his finger found her clit. “Very sexy, husband.”
“Oh, I want to do more to you than rub your clit, wife,” he whispered.
“On your knees, my pet,” she whispered, as she slipped her yoga pants down her legs.
“Here?”
“Why not? You’re mine and they’re ours,” she spread her legs as he kneeled in front of her. “You know what to do.” She leaned forward as his tongue met her clit, sucking and licking. He inserted his tongue inside her opening as his fingers found his way into the opening of her asshole.
The more she watched Tim sucking on John, the harder her husband fucked her with his fingers in her ass and tongue in her opening, the wetter she got, and the more controlled she felt.
Tim pulled his mouth off of John’s as John released his seed down his throat, and Paxton released his mouth and fingers from his wife’s body. He remained kneeling but turned toward the two subs. He looked up at his wife. “Mistress?”
“girl, on your feet. Sissy, over on the fucking bench, and bend over. girl, follow him.” She looked down at Paxton, still at her feet. “Get the two dildos. Your size and John’s size.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, eyeing the two subs, but they didn’t even say anything about him quickly switching his roles. He was not the dominant right now, he was a fellow sub.
Paxton handed the two dildos to his wife. “Mistress?”
“sissy, ass in the air,” she grabbed a tube of lubrication and a condom. She handed John the condom. “Put this on, girl.” She squirted the lubrication on her finger and then fingered Tim’s ass, lubing it up. She squirted some lubrication on John’s condom. “Inside him, now, and keep fucking him, slowly, and when you need to come, do it.”