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Authors: Sinclair Sexsmith,Miriam Zoila Perez,Wendi Kali,Rachel Kramer Bussel,Gigi Frost,BB Rydell,Amelia Thornton,Dilo Keith,Vie La Guerre,Anna Watson

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After their break, I joined my two lovelies with a leather strap around their waists and secured their wrist cuffs to chains hanging from the ceiling. Their bodies lined up beautifully, offset to allow breasts and thighs to alternate and nest together. I went back to using the leather flogger at first, giving Chloe a chance to catch up with Brandi. I didn’t stop them when Chloe discreetly tried to hump Brandi’s thigh. I hadn’t forbidden that, but my girl knew not to seek out her own pleasure without permission and didn’t do more than allow Chloe’s actions.
When I started using a cane on Brandi, I had Chloe’s full attention. The severity of the strokes seemed to surprise her. She leaned her head back to check Brandi’s face and appeared satisfied with what she saw. For Chloe, feeling the impact of Brandi’s strokes transmitted to her own body must have been very different from merely watching Brandi’s whipping on the cross. Chloe closed her eyes when she saw that I was watching her between strokes. Brandi, in contrast, was in her element, moaning appreciatively and happily pressing her body against Chloe with a little wiggle in her hips that I always found so sexy. After ten strokes, I moved into position behind Chloe.
She tensed in anticipation. While excited by some pain, Chloe was clearly not into it like Brandi. I caressed the cheeks still red from the spanking and said, “Relax, or it will hurt more.” When she did very little that looked like relaxing, I added, “I’m sure you don’t mean to insult me by implying I can’t distinguish between your tastes and Brandi’s.”
She responded by arching her back slightly, presenting the more delicate parts of her bottom to the cane. I wondered where she learned that.
“Good girl.” I laid a carefully calibrated, solid stroke, intending to cause enough pain to excite her without making her suffer. Seeing that it created the desired effect, I gave her five more, with enough time between strokes to create the right amount of anticipation and to allow her to process the sensations. I leaned against her back and collected the juices running down her leg. After slapping her striped ass with my wet hand, I returned to Brandi and rested the cane on her bottom.
“Chloe, pick a number between five and fifteen.”
They were notably harder, but Brandi clearly loved all twelve strokes.
“Brandi, you pick for Chloe.”
I interrupt them as they exchanged glances.
“No helping.” I swatted Chloe. She wisely didn’t point out that Brandi was the one trying to help.
Brandi chose half of what she had received, wisely staying safely clear of Chloe’s possible limit. I love having smart subs.
“Are you ready?”
Chloe arched her back again and added a little butt wiggle to emphasize her answer. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on Brandi’s shoulder to await the cane.
When I finished and had gone to get another toy, I noticed that Chloe was humping Brandi again, which, due to their position, meant she was also pushing into Brandi’s crotch. Brandi looked at me, the question obvious in her eyes.
“It’s okay this time. You even have permission to come. Slutty Chloe does not.”
I dropped my chosen strap and used my hand to spank Brandi until she came with a shout she tried to direct away from Chloe’s ear. I helped her stay upright rather than have her wrists bear her weight as she slumped against Chloe.
Reaching around to caress Chloe’s face, I said, “Poor baby, all slicked up and no place to go. Be a good girl and we’ll take care of you properly. Eventually.”
She muttered polite agreement and cooperatively held Brandi while I separated them from the chains and each other. I took them to the bed, in part to assess Brandi’s ability to continue. What we had done so far was more like a sampler than a serious scene, and she was ready for more. Chloe, of course, was getting frustrated, something I pretended to ignore.
“You’ve both behaved well, considering. Each of you may make a specific request. Brandi?”
“Did you bring those new nipple clamps? I would love to try them.”
“Chloe?”
“I would be grateful if you would fuck me, ma’am.”
“May I change my request?” Brandi asked. I gave her a sharp look. I normally don’t mind some playfulness, but I expected her to set a good example.
“I have some answers for you, in order. Yes. What do you think of Brandi doing it? No, and if you continue to be silly, you’ll be the one left in the chair.” I looked at Chloe. “Answer the question.”
“Brandi would be fun, but if I say yes, does that count as my request?”
“Since I’m the one encouraging you to ask, no. Make another request, greedy slut, and you might get both.”
“I’d be grateful if you would spank me again, with your hand, and…” She hesitated.
“And?”
“With your clothes off. I wouldn’t want to mess them up.”
I was impressed with how she delivered her lines with enough humor to be interesting while staying in her role. She was turning out to be less reticent than I first thought.
“I’ll grant part of your request.”
I left her to wonder which part I meant while I attached the clover clamps (the ones that get tighter under tension) to Brandi’s nipples. An experimental tug on the chain elicited a delicious moan from my girl, so I tried again, this time holding the chain and pushing Brandi away. She loved it.
I turned to Chloe. “Now
you
, slut. That’s something I normally wouldn’t do at this point, but I like to reward obedience, and I told you to make a request.”
Sitting on the edge the bed, I motioned to Brandi. As she knelt across from my feet, I used my booted foot behind the chain to guide her closer. I pressed my foot against her chest, pushing her breasts apart. She moaned in that delightful manner she usually does when I manipulate her body in crude ways.
Brandi removed my boots and helped me shed my jeans. I guided Chloe over my lap and pinned her arms behind her back with one hand. After giving her a thorough and erotic spanking that left her moaning and whimpering, I nudged her legs apart and spread her wet, swollen lips, pausing with a single finger at her entrance.
“Oh, please…” Her request faded into a whimper.
My teasing probe seemed to be worse than doing nothing because she appeared more frustrated.
“You really need to be fucked, don’t you, slut?” I added two more fingers.
Squirming on my lap, she moaned and nodded while pushing back against my hand.
“Good.”
I rolled her off my lap and onto the floor, where she remained until I instructed her to get on the bed, on her back. She scrambled into place while I wiped off and dressed. As I had instructed with whispered words earlier, Brandi, now equipped with a dick-shaped lavender dildo in a black leather harness, crawled across the bed and stopped by Chloe’s feet, awaiting orders.
“Have the Chloe slut suck you. I recall she’s good at that.”
Brandi positioned her cock over Chloe’s mouth and silently checked with me before continuing.
“Do as you like, but no coming, neither of you until you get permission.” I knew Brandi’s harness hid a buried dildo on the other side.
I sat on the other side of the bed to watch Brandi use her big purple dick on Chloe, first making her suck it so long that I wondered about Brandi’s latent sadism. I eventually joined in, holding Chloe’s knees by her shoulders while Brandi banged away below. It didn’t take long for Chloe to start pleading alternately for permission to touch herself and for release. When relatively proper requests dissolved into frantic begging, I gave them both permission and pressed Chloe into the mattress by her shoulders. Her attempts to thrash around revealed more strength than I had guessed. I thought about suitable bondage for the next time.
As they lay in a sweaty heap, I decided Chloe possessed the makings of a delightful plaything—slutty, easy to tease, and relatively obedient—plus the potential to be more than an infrequent play partner. I didn’t want to appear too eager to get her in my dungeon again, but I had the perfect excuse for our next meeting. I gathered them into a hug and stroked Brandi’s hair.
“You know, it’s Brandi’s birthday next month.”
NOT WITHOUT PERMISSION
 
Sinclair Sexsmith
 
 
 
 
 
 
M
y girl, Kristen, is on her knees on the hardwood floor next to my desk for a full minute before I realize she’s not petting the cat or tying her shoe: She wants my attention.
I stop typing and turn toward her slightly. “Yes?”
She hands me her collar, eyes downcast. “It’s Tuesday night.”
“Yes?” I take the collar from her palms. I know what she wants, but I want to hear her say it.
“You said I could…” She hesitates. “You said I could come tonight.”
“I did, huh?”
“Yes.” She brings her eyes up to mine, searching:
Didn’t I remember?
Of course I did.
“I think I said you would have the
opportunity
to come tonight.”
She looks hopeful, grateful.
I finger her collar. “When I put this on, our play starts. You know how it works. Are you ready for that now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I consider. I’m in the middle of a project, but it is getting late. I can wrap this up for tonight. I did promise her the chance, and I like to keep my promises, especially to her. “All right. Give me twenty minutes to finish up, then meet me in the bedroom. Strip, and wait for me on your knees.” I fasten her collar, the thin metal hoop with the heart-shaped lock, and pocket the key before cupping her face in both of my hands for a moment, kissing her, sweet and slow and light.
When we pull away, she nods and rises. I watch her go and attempt to turn my mind back to my work, but find myself daydreaming, plotting what I’m going to do, how I’m going to use her sweet body. I want to push her. This will be her first orgasm in almost a week; I want to make it good.
The twenty minutes seems to take two hours, but I manage to send a few e-mails and finish enough that I can leave it for the night. I dig into the toolbox I keep in my office and pick a long cock of medium thickness, good for fucking and sucking, before I go into the bedroom. I wait until the twenty-second minute, because I know she’s been on her knees since the eighteenth, and I want her to wait. To want it. To be thankful when she gets it.
When I enter the bedroom, Kristen is facing me with her head down, hands clasped behind her, on her knees on top of a small folded throw blanket. She wears nothing but her collar on her neck and the thin star ring I gave her on her left ring finger. She straightens a little when she hears me approach but does not look up. I grin.
“You look lovely, waiting for me.”
“I’m…ready.” She swallows.
“I’m sure you are.” I finger her hair and run my hands through it. It is past her chin now, baby-fine with a golden shimmer. She leans into me a little. I touch her cheeks and chin and jaw and lips, she parts them to suck one of my fingertips into her mouth. She is turned on already, tongue swollen as she flicks it against the crease in my finger.
I lean in next to her ear. “I’m going to beat you for a little while first. I want to leave some marks on you. If you get to come, I want you to remember who does this to you, who lets you, who makes you feel good. Then I’m going to fuck you—” I haven’t decided how yet, I’ll figure that out by the time I get there. “If you can make
me
come, pretty girl, you can come after that. But not before. Understand?”
She nods, sucking two of my fingers now.
“Good.” I remove my hand and take her black leather ball gag from the top drawer of our tall slender toy dresser. “Since you like something in your mouth so much,” I say, and kiss her, tonguing her mouth as she sighs, before I slip the gag in and buckle it behind her head.
She shudders a little and her body relaxes, already giving in. That shudder shoots right through me and I feel sparks climb my spine.
“All right, up,” I say, then tug on her elbow when it takes her a moment to register. She scrambles to her feet. I shove her, hard, quickly, to the bare patch of wall next to the closet and pin her there with my body, one hand on the side of her face to press her cheek into the plaster. I hold her there a second and we both breathe.
“Ready?” I ask, at her ear again. She nods. “Hands on the wall.”
She reaches as I unbuckle my belt and whip it from the loops of my jeans. She tries to say, “Oh, God,” but it comes out as a whimper through the gag. I can hear the syllables, the vowels.
I let my arm be loose, let the leather be soft and supple as I warm up her ass and thighs and back. She gets supple too, her body relaxing and releasing already, muscles easing up their tight grip on her bones. She leans into the wall for support.
I get a little harder and see a thin line of drool start to fall from her mouth and chin. She tries to wipe it with her shoulder but keeps forgetting about it when my belt reconnects and snaps her into the sensation. She breathes deep. I widen my stance. Her back is striped with lines, her ass and thighs red and splotchy. I take a few full-winged swings with my legs spread, back spiraling, pulling up as I feel my cock’s extra weight pulling down between my legs. She gasps as it hits, once, then a pause, then twice, then again as I wind up and throw. She collapses a little into the wall on the third and I know she’s almost done. I press my body against her sensitive backside and she gasps, arches her spine like a cat, lolls her head back on her neck to rest against me.
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