by Ella Ford
She smiled at me. “Silly me, you can’t talk can you?” she tittered with a genuine warmth that seemed at odds with what she’d just made me do. “No matter. I like you both like this. Gagged, restrained, entirely under my control.” She reached down once more and squeezed Sarah’s tiny breast, causing her wife to moan. She turned to me again and fixed me with her icy stare. “I have a present for you,” she said, and turned to the armchair, leaving Sarah swaying in the harness.
My heart skipped a beat, unsure what to expect next. Was it my turn to be tied and fucked? Would I be pleasuring her? My life now was an endless sequence of sexual unorthodoxy, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. I loved it!
CJ returned to the pair of us and placed something on Sarah’s stomach, using her wife as a handy table. It was a small, purple box, the kind of velvety container that might hold a necklace or bracelet. She smiled at me and opened the box.
Inside was a black leather collar, inlaid with gleaming jewels that twinkled in the dim light of the basement. The collar fastened at the rear with an intricate buckle, and on the opposite side was a silver ring, about half an inch in diameter. The piece was beautiful and finely made, and it conjured an intense feelings inside me that I couldn’t explain. It seemed to scream submission, a simultaneously degrading and affirming accessory that I longed and feared to wear in equal measure.
“Do you like it?”
I nodded truthfully.
“You’ve been a good girl over the last few months Leanne, a fine maid and an accomplished lover,” she said. I realized that this was as close to true praise that CJ ever got, that she was being entirely sincere here. Sarah grunted into the gag, seemingly agreeing with her dominant wife. “I think it’s time that we moved our relationship to the next level.”
She reached into the box and pulled out the collar, turning it in her hands and studying it intently. Then she stepped over to stand behind me as I kneeled. I felt her begin to fiddle with the dildo mask and breathed in relief as the black rubber was removed from my sweating face. “Thank you mistress,” I said, gulping back the sweet taste of cold air.
“That’s quite alright Leanne. Now, you will wear my collar, if that is what you wish. But in doing so, you should understand what this means.”
I nodded, captivated by her words.
“The collar represents your submission to me, complete and total. It represents that you belong to Sarah and me, you are our possession, our owned slave. While you wear this collar, you are a part of our family, but you have devoted your existence to our pleasure. Do you understand?” she said, stroking my hair and caressing my cheek.
I leaned into her hand and nodded, thrilled by the warmth of her touch and the implication of what she was saying. I was theirs! They owned me! For reasons that I couldn’t explain, the notion made me feel light headed and giddy.
“Very well then,” she said. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear I heard a note of relief in her voice.
She reached around my head and placed the collar on my neck, pulling it around and fastening it behind me. I gasped as the cold leather touched my skin and felt the silver ring settle on my chest. As she pulled it tight, I felt a moment of panic at the sense of constriction, but the feeling passed in an instant and was replaced by something else. A warm joy that rippled through my body and set my heart racing. It felt right, as though this is what I was born to - a life of servitude and obedience, the collar serving as an outward indicator of my place.
CJ moved around my body and peered down at me, beaming warmly.
“You look lovely Leanne, doesn’t she Sarah?” she said and removed her wife’s blindfold so that she could see. The tiny brunette blinked at the sudden light, then turned her head and gazed down at me. I heard her gasp under the gag, and saw a strange sparkle in her eyes as she saw her collared maid for the first time. She nodded distantly, and I wondered what she was thinking. I was suddenly struck by the way that the pair of us were owned in our own ways, both slaves to CJ and her whims.
But the thought was fleeting, leaving my head in an instant to be replaced by a feeling of contentment and belonging. I felt, at that moment, as though I was right where I wanted to be, that nothing could ever change this feeling.
It wasn’t until later that I came to understand how naive this feeling was, how all things must change and nothing lasts forever.
Chapter 2
The first thin cracks in our perfect arrangement appeared several weeks later, though I didn’t realize it at the time.
It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon and I’d spent the day cleaning the house, ironing the laundry and generally keeping on top of my mistresses and their busy lives. Since my collaring, I was expected to wear the pretty leather strap around my neck at all times, and I did so with pride. While it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, I nevertheless found that I was always aware of it, always had the sense of something around my throat. If I’m honest, I enjoyed this awareness. It reminded me of my place, that I was an owned slave. And at the back of my mind, there was always the anticipation of the coming evening and whatever sordid pleasures CJ had in mind for us.
I thought about this as I went about my business, fussing over tiny details in the modern living room. Which way would I be made to come tonight? How would CJ use my body? How would she make me use Sarah? I shuddered with excitement. The thoughts were not new, the considerations were familiar. But the lack of novelty didn’t detract from how they made me feel, how the very thought of CJ’s sensual direction caused my pussy to glow with eager anticipation.
Suddenly, I was roused from my thoughts by the sound of voices from somewhere else in the house. I leaned my head to the side and struggled to make out what was being said. CJ and Sarah Goddard were both at home, but I seldom saw them interact during daylight hours. CJ mostly spent her time in her home office, engaged in whatever work tasks she had for the day; while Sarah spent most of her day crafting or in the garden.
So the voices I heard now were strangely out of place, and, as I listened harder, I realized that the conversation was heated, each voice possessing an edge that bordered on anger. My heart skipped a beat and I felt instantly anxious. My mistresses barely talked during the day, let alone argued! And the very idea of Sarah raising her voice to CJ caused a feeling inside me that I can only compare to the way a child must feel when her parents fight.
I shook my head and tried to continue my chores, but the conversation continued, getting louder with every second. I found it difficult to ignore, and longed to cover my ears and pretend it wasn’t happening. Eventually, I decided to hide out in the laundry room. The washing machine was currently running, and the sound would drown out the argument nicely. I put down my feather duster and started in that direction.
Unfortunately, my route took me past CJ’s office and, as I passed, I realized that the two women were inside. I tiptoed across the hall, trying desperately not to eavesdrop on their heated discussion, but despite my best efforts, I found myself discerning words and phrases.
“You know I don’t like that woman!” snapped a voice that was unmistakably Sarah’s. It sounded weird and alien, possessing an animated emotion that the normally placid brunette never normally displayed.
“Oh, Sarah dear…” began CJ, but she was cut off by her agitated wife.
“Don’t ‘dear’ me CJ! I can’t believe you intend to do this!” she shouted and I heard the slap of a hand on wood.
The room fell silent and I started to move again, intending to get as far as possible from the disturbing exchange. But just as I was leaving, CJ spoke again, her voice low and distant. There was something in her tone, something that I didn’t like one bit. My mind thrashed around, trying to identify the emotion, but I couldn’t at first. I stopped in place and leaned my head towards the door, struggling to make out her words.
“Sarah,” she began, “what happened with Cassandra and I happened years ago, long before I met you. We had… we had something betwee
n us, something that I can’t just forget about. I can’t just… I can’t just ignore her. She’s…”
“She’s what CJ? Your mistress? Your owner?” spat Sarah, her tone venomous and harsh.
“I was different back then, younger. But she’s still…” stammered CJ. I found myself bewildered by what I was hearing and the reversal of roles. CJ seemed meek and timid, Sarah raging and dominant. I wondered who this ‘Cassandra’ was and what hold she had over CJ.
“Do you love me CJ?” said Sarah, her voice suddenly quiet but still unwaveringly controlled. “Do you love us?” she added, and I realized that she was including me. A hot flush rose across my chest and onto my neck.
Silence. Then CJ spoke. “Yes,” she whispered, and I was barely able to hear her. “Yes, you know I do. I love you both, you’re mine.”
“Then love us, and forget about Cassandra. Your past is over, we are your life now, not her,” said Sarah. She appeared to be pleading with her wife now, the prospect of whatever CJ was planning obviously utterly abhorrent to her.
“I… I can’t…” replied CJ and the room fell ominously silent.
I became aware that the conversation, whatever it had been about, was over. My heart leaped and I realized that I was standing outside of the door, spying on my mistresses instead of minding my own business like a good little pet. I shook my head and hurried off down the hall to the laundry room, stepping as lightly as I could, struggling to prevent my high heeled shoes from clicking on the hard wooden floor.
As I entered the laundry and shut the door behind me, I heard a commotion and a sudden slam from the direction I’d come. I gasped, startled by the loud sound and reeling from what I’d heard, wondering what would happen next.
But the house fell back into silence, and only the memory remained.
Later on, after night had fallen, I found myself lying awake in bed. There had been no playtime that night, no insistent summons to the basement room. In fact, I hadn’t seen anything of CJ and Sarah for the rest of the day.
The whole encounter and the subsequent icy tension in the house troubled me greatly. I’d never seen anything other than placid submission in Sarah, and her fiery outburst earlier seemed to show a side of her that I never would have guessed existed. And CJ… the dominant blonde was usually so controlling and self-assured, her grip on my heart was firm, but always fair. She was our keeper, our owner and our mistress. To hear her sound so reduced shook me to the core.
I rolled over onto my side, trying to will sleep to come, but the combination of my racing mind and the humid night prevented me from falling into the blissful embrace of oblivion. Instead, I stared at the darkened ceiling and concocted scenarios in my mind to explain the strange argument.
It was just after midnight when I became aware of a sound out in the hallway. It wasn’t unusual to hear activity at this time of night, usually sounds of conversation or fucking from the mistresses’s room. But this sound was closer, light footfalls outside my room. The gentle tapping slowed up as it came closer and then fell silent, as though someone was waiting outside the door. I turned my head to hear better, then the door handle turned and the door creaked open.
Without thinking, I quietly turned to face the window, placing my back to the door and pretending to be asleep. It was probably CJ checking that I had obeyed my curfew.
The gentle tap tap of footsteps began again, inside the room this time, and I became aware of a light breathing, quick and shallow, somehow fearful and hesitant. I longed to turn around and see who it was, but something held me in place.
The footsteps grew closer until the presence was just beside my bed. My own heart was racing now, fueled by a subtle fear and nervous intrigue. Suddenly, I heard the light crumple of clothing falling to the floor and felt someone crawl into bed beside me. I started to turn my body, but before I could move, the presence wrapped its arm around me and held me in place.
“Ssh, don’t make a sound,” breathed a tiny voice beside my ear. I gasped as I realized that it was Sarah, a sudden flush of warmth rippling through my body as her naked skin slid against my own. Her arm coiled under mine and her hand felt its way to my breast, cupping the fleshy globe and seeking out the hard nub of my nipple. I sighed as she gently squeezed me, massaging me with an obvious purpose.
I became aware of her breath on my neck and the close proximity of her mouth as she lingered over my skin. She began to lightly rub herself against me, the taut points of her nipples tracing lazy circles on my back and causing light shivers to run down my spine.
The sensory overload was overwhelming, the sudden closeness of the woman, the multiple points of burning contact. I closed my eyes and sighed, hot tendrils of pleasure snaking out from my pussy and causing my limbs to tremble. I reached back with my hand and lay my fingers on the rise of her hip, then stroked down her naked thigh and gripped her behind the knee and pulling her leg over mine. She responded by wrapping herself around me, engulfing my body in the serpent grip of her slender limbs.
I felt captive in her arms, bound by her body and unable to move. She began to lightly nuzzle my neck, warm kisses on my prickly skin. I moaned lightly, eager not to make a sound but needing to express the intense pleasure of physical contact. I turned my head to face her and she lifted her body up on her elbow and gazed down at me.
Her face shone in the pale moonlight, soft features radiant in the dim room. I studied her - her full lips and dark eyes, high cheekbones and button nose. She was childlike in appearance but possessed an insistent sensuality that clouded my thoughts with her siren call.
“What…” I started, whispered voice barely audible in the hot night.
She lifted her hand from my breast and touched her finger to my lips, quietening me without a word. Then she leaned down and brushed her lips against mine, a brief touch that caused my head to swim and my thoughts to falter. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of hot desire that I had seldom experienced before. This was not the same as how I felt in the playroom, how CJ’s teasing manipulation made me cry out with barely concealed pleasure It was different, a deeper feeling, more intense and personal. The sense of her body and the thrill of this forbidden tryst, a hidden secret between the two of us.
I moaned again, begging her for more with my insistent plea. She reciprocated, bending down and locking her lips on mine. I felt her body tighten around mine, her leg coiling around my thigh, her hand gripping the side of my head and holding me in place. Her mouth parted and I felt her tongue flick over my lips, demanding entrance. I responded willingly, opening my mouth to allow her inside, pushing my own tongue out to meet hers. We danced together for endless minutes, hot tongues rolling lazily between us, each of us exploring the other as if for the first time.
And that is how it felt, the best way I have of expression the sensation caused by her presence. It felt like the first time we’d been together, a glorious release of sexual tension, seemingly freed from the commanding presence of CJ. Sarah was different that night, more self-assured and bold, taking what she wanted from me without asking. But beyond that, it felt like a coupling of equals. Two naked women, rolling together and lost in desire.
I shifted my weight and turned into her embrace, wrapping my arm around her body, my hand roaming over her burning skin. She sighed as she kissed me, pausing her movement, her wet tongue on mine. Then she returned to life, more insistent this time, bolder and rougher. I felt her fingers plunge into my hair and she pulled my head back and dropped her mouth to my neck, endless tiny kisses mixed with hard flicks of her tongue and gentle bites.
A part of me was suddenly overcome with a fear that the possessed brunette would mark my skin and make our rendez-vous evident for all to see, such was the ferocity of her actions. But the thought was soon banished as the whirlwind of sensation swept over me, filling me with only one thought - Sarah’s hot mouth.
Suddenly, the normally reserved brunette sat up and swept the cotton sheet to the side in a single motion, exposing our bodi
es to the light breeze from the window. I shuddered and pulled my legs up defensively, then gazed at her with mock trepidation. She peered down at me, tracing a slender finger over my body, marking the long line of my legs and the curve of my hip. Then she placed a hand on my thigh and roughly flipped me over onto my back.
I didn’t try to resist, I simply allowed her to do as she wanted, happy to succumb to whatever sordid whims the tiny woman had in mind for me.
As I gazed at her, she lifted up on her knees and became a naked colossus, towering over my trembling, defenseless body and studying it with hungry intent. In the pale light, she appeared granite cold and hewn from stone, an erotic statue frozen in a moment of perfect longing. For long seconds I stared at her and she stared back at me. Forbidden lovers, captured in a moment of blissful surrender.
But then the scene was broken as she lifted her leg and straddled my body, pinning my arms to the bed with her lower legs and facing my stomach. For a brief second, the light from the window was eclipsed by her, and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her shaven pussy, her lips covered with dewy beads of moisture, glistening in the pale light. I shuddered briefly, suppressing the urge to lift my head and plunge my tongue into that damp chasm, to lap up her wetness and drink her inside of me.
Reflexively, I parted my knees, spreading my legs apart to expose myself to her, revealing the slick wetness of my own pussy, a hot echo of her own. She moaned above me, exhaling deeply as her quarry was sighted. Then she fell forwards onto her hands and held her body above mine, her pose lupine and feral as she sniffed the night. I squirmed beneath her, arms held in place, body longing to be touched, to be smothered by hers. My pussy was boiling now, a fiery ball of warmth that pulsated in time with my quickening heartbeat, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
After an eternity, Sarah bent her arms and lowered her body, positioning her head between my legs and dropping her pussy onto my face. I shifted and struggled my arms free from beneath her legs, then wrapped myself around her body, pulling my head up until my mouth was inches from her throbbing pussy.