I’d missed this part of our relationship—Quentin tasking me. It made me feel like he was thinking about me when we were apart. I was on his mind when he designed the task. Then he must imagine me carrying out the task. I knew he was with me one hundred percent in spirit when I did his bidding, and the whole experience made me feel closer to him.
Sophie,
You've been a good girl and a very delicious plaything. I know it has not been easy submitting to another, but to show you that good, obedient girls get rewarded, here is a play session designed strictly for your pleasure.
You will need:
A plunger with your glass dildo taped to it
Two forks
Several ice cubes in a glass
Three or four self-standing candles
Matches
Wet cunt
This session will work best at night once it's dark. Prepare your plunger/cock combo with duct tape and then cover the tape with cling wrap to protect it in the water. Run yourself a nice HOT bath. Place the candles, matches, forks, and ice cubes along the side of the tub. Strip down and start playing with your sweet fuck hole while you watch in the mirror. I wish I were there to be able to watch you myself, but this time I’ll have to settle for hearing about your experience. Get yourself all nice and lathered with fuck juices. Now apply your fuck juice to your cheeks, forehead, face, lips and neck like makeup.
Light the candles and turn out the bathroom lights. Take your sweet scent into the tub and get ready to massage the inside of your core with the glass cock. The plunger head will be put against the end of the tub and as you slide in take that cock deep in your sweetness. Grind, squeeze, fuck and explore every inch of your roof, floor and walls. Take the forks in both hands and start to massage your face, neck, shoulders, breasts and nipples with whatever pressure you choose. As you get heated the sweat should start to collect on your face and your juices should come to life. Keep grinding that hole, building up to a sweet release.
As your temperature rises, take the ice cubes and run them over your breasts. Your nipples. Goosebumps will rise on you, and I want you to get that hole closer to orgasm. Work those nipples—pinch them, pull them, twist them, stretch them. Fuck that cock harder as my greedy girl aches to come and your body prepares for its final release. See how many times you can make that sweet cunt come. Task until you are a sweaty little mess.
Enjoy.
MC
It sounded like a super sexy session. But before I began I needed to clarify something.
Dear Sir,
Thank you for sending me this yummy task. I will do this tonight. You usually ask me to write about tasks after I do them but you didn't ask me to do so after this one...
Since I know better than to make assumptions, I thought I’d ask if you want me to recount this experience for you or if you just want me to enjoy and not worry about it.
Sophie
Sophie,
This is for you, baby girl, but a few comments never hurt. Feedback is always healthy.
Be a good girl and play nicely.
MC
I smiled as I read his note. MC was such a good Dom to me. He could be so harsh, yet so thoughtful.
My play that night had an intimate aspect to it. I hadn’t felt this close to Quentin long-distance in I wasn’t sure how long. As I ran my body through his carnal gauntlet, it felt almost as if he were touching me. The waves of heat that came off the water spoke of him. I imagined those frosty cubes were his icy fingers. The whole experience allowed me to soar to new heights—the sting of the forks mixed with the pleasures he prescribed sent me over the edge and made me long for more of my dominating Master.
CHAPTER THIRTY
A few days later I was chatting with BA, telling him about the trip to California.
BA: So, did you talk to MC about wanting more from him?
Sophie: No. It didn’t seem like the right time.
BA: I think if you are patient with him, things will continue to grow between you two.
Sophie: What makes you think that?
BA: The way he talks about you. I can tell he has deep feelings for you.
Sophie: But if that was true, don’t you think it’s weird that he would share me with you?
BA: Not necessarily. I know he’s very proud of what a good submissive you are. For him, it’s like showing you off.
Sophie: I guess. Do you mind if I ask you a question?
BA: No problem. Go ahead.
Sophie: Do you use that sort of dirty talk in your regular life, or is that MC’s influence?
BA: Lol. Good question. I do like it. I probably use it more with his influence, but I’ve always been a fan. It’s so raunchy and gritty and real. I like that about it. Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?
Sophie: No. It’s not that. I actually like it because, as MC explained to me when we first met, it strips you of your inhibitions. For me, it wipes away all the tapes in my head that tell me how a nice girl “should” behave, and allows me to simply accept my reactions for what they are.
I blushed as I typed it.
BA: You mean, when I use dirty talk, it’s okay for you to behave like a “slut,” to embrace your sexuality?
Sophie: Yes. If you call me a whore or a slut and I keep playing with you, then we’ve already established that’s who I am, so once we’ve established I’m like that, it’s okay for me to exhibit wanton behavior. Once that’s established, I have nothing to fear anymore. I’ve already been called a slut so there’s no worry that I will be shunned.
BA: Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot.
Sophie: I have. (giggles)
BA: So you’ve found a way to embrace your inner bad girl.
Sophie: Yes. That’s a good way to put it.
BA: What were you like before? (If you don’t mind my asking.)
Sophie: No, I don’t mind. Well, for a lot of years I was married. Unhappily. To a man who cheated on me constantly.
BA: Bastard. What happened?
Sophie: I’d like to say I got sick of it, but he actually sent me a text saying he wanted a divorce.
BA: Ouch. Yeah, definitely a bastard.
Sophie: Yeah. He sucks. Afterward, I became interested in BDSM, started looking online for more information. I found MC, and I guess the rest is history. How exactly did you find MC?
BA: Online. Same as you. He belongs to a mentor group on one of the sites. I liked how he thinks outside the box. While he cares about safety and all that, he doesn’t stay inside the status quo too much. That appeals to me.
Sophie: So you’re a rule breaker, too? Lol.
BA: Maybe. I also respected the way he liked to use objects around the house, and I believed in his take on the language, too.
Sophie: Do you think he’s ever had subs who wouldn’t let him use that language?
BA: Lol. I don’t know, but I can’t picture that. I’ve never seen one of his scripts without a helluva lot of “fuck that nasty cunt”s in them.
Sophie: ROFL. I know. I can’t picture it either. So what about you? What were you doing before this, relationship-wise?
As soon as I typed it and pressed “enter” I paused, wondering if I really wanted to get this personal. Too late now.
BA: I’d been in a crappy relationship, too. My ex pulled a good one on me. She left me for a woman.
Sophie: No way! Did she really? Is she a lesbian?
BA: I guess so. Or bisexual. Who knows? It didn’t do much for my self-confidence, I can tell you that.
Sophie: Wow. That’s harsh. Had she just been in the closet?
BA: I think she likes both men and women. For a while we tried to bring other women into the bedroom.
Suddenly I was sweating. I wasn’t sure if I found that hot or just exceedingly uncomfortable. Both, I decided. This man grew more fascinating all the time.
Sophie: How was that?
BA: I think she liked it. She liked watching me fuck other women. But in the end it just help
ed her realize how much she loved pussy.
I let his words sink in for a moment. Wow. This was a much wilder scene than I was used to. No wonder he was now branching out into the world of Domination and submission. He didn’t seem shy about exploring sexuality. Not like I’d been for most of my life. I wondered if that was because he was a man or just because of who he was.
Sophie: You’ve kinda left me speechless.
BA: Sorry.
Sophie: No, I’m the one who’s sorry. My background is a little sheltered that’s all. I think that’s great you’re so good at exploring.
That sounded lame. I wished I could delete that last sentence. I sounded like a complete nerd.
BA: I’m the one who thinks you’re great. Without your help I wouldn’t be learning what I’m learning. Thanks Sophie.
My cheeks warmed again.
BA: Hey, thanks for the talk. Now when I call you a fuckslut I won’t feel bad because I know you like it.
Sophie: Lol. I’m not sure I’d go that far.
BA: You know what I mean. Thanks again for your willingness to assist me as I learn the ways of being a Dom. I understand that you belong to another, so I appreciate your gift of submission to him that you are willing to let him share you with me.
I flushed and my nipples grew hard thinking about it. When he put it like that, I felt so objectified. Like I was Quentin’s prized possession that he only loaned out to the most worthy of friends. Respected and revered. It made me hot, and my hand drifted down between my legs.
Sophie: No problem. Thank you for the chat, too. Good night.
BA: Good night.
I smiled to myself as I closed the computer. BA was actually funny. How awful for him to lose his wife like that, and it sounded like he’d really done a lot of “out of the box” things to keep her happy. But no one knew better than me that some marriages just weren’t meant to be.
Now he was branching out and getting in touch with his dominant side. I was glad to be able to help.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
A month later I was back in Seattle. Quentin and I had just finished an intense session that ended with me riding him until we both erupted in an orgasmic crescendo. Now we lay on his bed sweating, our heart rates falling back to a more normal pace.
Ever since I’d arrived at the airport I’d wanted to bring up the topic of BA. Now was as good a time as any, so I screwed up my courage and blurted it out. “So have you ever met this BA guy? I mean, how well do you know him?”
Quentin shifted, and his dark eyes pierced my soul the way they did every time he looked at me with that intensity of his. “I’ve not met him in person. As to how well I know him, that’s relative, isn’t it?”
He was being evasive. Why was I surprised? I squirmed out of his arms and sat up to stare at him.
“I guess. It’s just that…well, have you ever thought about sharing me—in person?” I gulped as embarrassment washed over me.
A devilish grin played at his lips. “Why Sophie, you continue to surprise me. What exactly are you suggesting?”
“I can’t help it. You started me thinking about this whole thing about sharing me, and it’s kinda hot. I just wondered if you might have any interest in actually doing it. You know—in real life.”
“Interesting.”
I felt my frustration beginning again. “All you have to say is ‘interesting’?”
He stroked his chin then said, “Tell me what you have in mind—exactly.”
“You mean…” My stomach churned.
“I mean describe what you would like to have happen with me and him. I want to hear every detail.”
“I-I can’t…” I stammered. I should have known he’d make me work for it.
Crossing his arms over his chest, a mask of cool detachment cloaked his features. “You can. And you will. That is, if you want this conversation to go any further.”
Damn, he was such a sadist. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fine.” Then I opened them, focusing my gaze on the floor. “So, perhaps we could meet at a hotel and you could both dominate me. Maybe take turns. Then share me.”
“You’d like both of us to take you at once?” He said this so casually that it didn’t sound like it wouldn’t bother him in the slightest.
Even though I suspected, I had to ask. “Would that bother you?”
He contemplated it for a moment then answered, “No. I would be fine with that.”
I gulped. I guess that was what I truly wanted in this case, but it still felt weird that he would agree to sharing my body with another man. However, he was the one who had basically asked me to do it in the first place. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Tell me about it. Walk me through it. I want to hear what’s going on in that dirty whore mind of yours.”
My pulse quickened and my pussy creamed the way it always did when he forced me to verbalize my fantasies, and since I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get out of this now, I spoke. “You would both sit on the couch in the hotel suite and make me strip naked for you. I’d have to do it slowly or you would punish me for not taking my time.”
He nodded, and I continued. “When I was completely naked, you’d have me spread my legs and bend over to touch the floor with my fingertips so you could both inspect me.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
“And you’d put your fingers inside me. One of you in my pussy, one in my ass.”
“Ah. Preparing you for double penetration?”
My mouth grew dry. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then?”
“Then you would unzip your fly and release your cock right in front of me, and you’d tell me to suck your cock.”
“And what would he do while you sucked me off?”
“He’d whip me with a flogger.”
“I see!” There was a note of glee in his voice that I hadn’t anticipated. “You’ve really thought about this.”
“I have.”
“Continue.”
“So I would run my tongue over your cock and then you’d take over and fuck my mouth the way you wanted. And he’d be whipping me with the flogger. I’d groan and the vibration against your cock would eventually make you come and you’d shoot right down my throat. Then you’d make me lick off the rest of your cum and clean you.”
“Damn, you’re already making me hard again. Such a slut. Keep going.”
“Then you would instruct him on tying me up.”
“How would we tie you?”
“With a rope bra that accentuated my breasts. Not so tight that it cut off my circulation, but tight enough that it made them more sensitive. Then you’d put a leash on me and make me crawl around for a while, spanking my ass with your bare hands or with a paddle—making sure I knew my place.”
“Your place being on all fours?”
“At first, yes. You’d have him sit in a chair and make me crawl over and suck his cock while you watched and gave me instructions.”
“Such a filthy girl, you are.”
I made a face at him.
“Go on. I love it.”
“I’d make him come with my mouth and he’d shoot all over my face, which would make you laugh.”
“That would make me laugh. You know me too well, pet.”
“But you would give me a rag to clean myself off with, because you are a good Dom.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Next you’d open your bag of tricks and pull out a lovely jeweled butt plug and insert it in my ass. Then, while my bottom was adjusting to having something inside it, you’d ask me to lie on the bed on my back and you’d tell BA how to tie me up with my legs spread and my wrists attached to my thighs.”
“Knees bent and ankles tied too?”
“Yes, in that position that always makes me think of a frog.”
“Perfect. Leaving both holes easily accessible for us to both penetrate you. Which one of us gets to fuck your ass?”
I winced. “I was hoping whoever has th
e skinnier penis, but I guess I’d leave that up to you.” Part of me prayed that BA would have a pencil dick and that we could go with him in my ass, but I knew Quentin would need to make that decision. I needed his dominance, and it wouldn’t make it any better for me to top from the bottom. Part of what turned me on so much was him dominating me, and my taking whatever he chose to give me.
“What next?”
“After you had me all tied up and helpless like that, with my breasts bound, you would each work on torturing my breasts. Slapping them, pinching, licking, sucking, biting them. They would be so sensitive, and with both of them being stimulated at the same time, you’d almost make me come. But every time I’d come close you’d stop, teasing me, torturing me. It would be both delicious and horribly frustrating at the same time. You would love keeping me on edge, and you’d be teaching BA how to do that to a woman.”
“I like that.”
I knew he’d like playing the role of expert. Teacher. It was why he’d started this whole thing with BA, and the role suited him.
“Next you’d do something painful. Maybe make a zipper of clothespins on my outer labia. The pain would pull me back from having an orgasm, but then you’d tell BA to eat my pussy.”
Quentin raised his eyebrows.
“He’d lick me, and you’d undress and stroke your cock while you watched us. Then when you got ready, you’d tell him to undress too and you’d both fuck me.”
“And how do you think that would feel?”
“Well, I think the ass fucking would hurt at first. I know it does. So maybe you’d have him lie down with me on top of him.”
“With you both facing the ceiling?”
“Yeah, and while I was getting used to it, you could help stimulate my clit, my nipples…to make it feel better. I think I might rather that be you, because you know my body so well.”
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