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DeeEll -> Afternoon Of Play (1/24/2012 10:46:07 PM)
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Right from the word go, Master has challenged me; forced me to take another look at my ideas of pleasure, to rethink what boundaries I truly have, what my hard limits really are.
One thing I was adamant about right from the very beginning was a hard limit on girl on girl activity. It was an absolute unreasoning fear born out of some experiences I had when I was in my early twenties. But Master, with His motto of “Push, Pull, Prod” wasn’t just going to accept any boundary or limitation untested, unchallenged and unproven. He had me rethink it, read about things, discuss aspects of it and He began to build a fantasy in which, even if I was only there to serve Him, I would willingly join. The scenarios were described, in detail, during play dates, cam sessions, and phone sessions. And slowly the resistance, the fear, broke down.
The struggle to find a bisexual third to join any D/s couple is legendary, the subject of many threads and discussion groups – the so called elusive “unicorn”. Our search was no better or worse than any others I have read about. Chances and opportunity glimpsed only to disappear in the mist as we got closer. People interested but then the hidden agenda becomes apparent and it doesn’t seem safe and they are not so sane and maybe not so consensual. But then with a synchronicity that I have seen over and over in our dynamic, an opportunity comes to us, out of the blue, on the eve of a trip away. There is an interested woman on one of the vanilla sites we have registered on. And after she sees a few of our private pictures of my bound tits, she asked if we have a profile on Fet Life. So although the start point is a vanilla site, the interest in kink is soon established. She lives near our destination, she’s interested, she wants to play, and she’s available. Amazing. It’s going to happen!
Oh my God! It’s going to happen! As I hyperventilate at the realisation that finally after all the delays and disappointments I am going to be intimate with another woman. Master is going to be playing with another right in front of me. So exciting, so frightening, so thrilling, so terrifying. And Master, in His usual style, has set things up to a certain point and I have to take the next few steps by myself. I am to phone her to arrange the date, talk to her and draw her out, flirt, discuss arrangements. I am terrified. Nervous, shy, unsure and definitely terrified. I could muck this up all by myself. Do I have any idea of what I’m doing? Of how to handle this? No, definitely not! But obedient slave that I am, I go ahead and call. And we talk, and talk and talk. Nearly an hour on the phone, just chatting, getting to know each other, being a little cheeky, a little flirty. We exchange our stories, our kink history, what we like, what turns us on. It is no different from……. No, that’s not true. It was different from chatting with a guy, flirting with a guy, and it was different from having a chat with your girlfriend. Sort of a combination of both. But there was no positioning, posturing or play for dominance. We did talk about whose tits were bigger but not to “one up” each other. More for the sake of interest and how the play would go. And just maybe because I have a zillion tit pictures on our profile – alright that’s an exaggeration but the do feature prominently on our profile.
So I’ve managed the phone call, contact established, face pictures exchanged and the date is set, transport arrangements have been discussed but not finalised. Yes, it is going to happen, it is going to happen.
We start our trip Monday and stop, as planned in the early afternoon. After we book into the motel we can’t keep our hands off each other, excited by the prospect of the next day. One of the photos she sent Master was of her being fisted. We hadn’t managed that with me so far, despite lube and practice and patience. Master has big hands and I just haven’t been able to accommodate Him. So in our frantic and desperate session on Monday afternoon we tried again, excited by the prospect of her doing it, being done on the Tuesday. I couldn’t get enough, as Master talked about the play the next day and all but fisted me with His large Domly hands and I slowly jacked Him as I knelt over Him with my knees as wide as possible to give Him maximum access. It was incredibly exciting, erotic, thrilling – Hot! And then after we cleaned up and recovered, Master had me call her and tell her in detail what we had done, how I felt and what He had talked about as we both came. Another challenge for me, to talk about those intimacies, in graphic detail, whilst Master listened in and watched me squirm, embarrassed and excited, telling her over the phone, as we lay there naked in the afterglow. The call turned out to be fun, embarrassing and erotic but also fun. We were all looking forward to the next day.
Master had suggested, when she had told us that she would get the bus to our hotel that He would go and fetch her. In our first call she didn’t take up the offer but continued with the idea of the bus. In the call on Monday she was more “we’ll see”. After we booked into the hotel on Tuesday, Master had me ring her again. I told her, “He will come and pick you up”. He had already discussed what she would wear to meet us when they talked initially on line. Fairly traditional slut dress, I think it could be called. A short skirt, no panties, a low cut bra and a see through blouse. She told Master and I quite a few times how wet she got and how much of a squirter she was. Very wet, is how she described herself. So a towel is placed on the passenger seat and off He goes.
He has me on the phone on His ear piece as He pulls up to her house. This is not the first piece of play that we have had with Master in the action and me on the phone. I have been in his ear when a sub sucked Him off on a sort of drive by blow job earlier in our relationship (and boy did that get me hot!). She comes out to meet Him and gets in the car. She is dressed as He had told her. As she settles He tells her to pull her skirt so that He can see. He says “Lovely cunt” as she exposes herself to Him. I groan in excitement as I am lying on the bed at the hotel with His voice in my ear. I have laid out all the toys from O/our play bag on the counter. The ropes, the collar, the dildo, the vibe, the cuffs, and the cunt spreader that Master devised and W/we made. I am clothed – in bra, panties and a maxi dress, at Master’s direction. He is conscious that having me naked as I would normally be when He enters the room would put me at a disadvantage with O/our new friend clothed. So I lie there and listen to His talking about her cunt, and how it looks. He reaches over and fingers her. I can hear the moistness, the juiciness as He tells her hot she is and how wet and how happy He is that she has followed directions. As I groan and moan at the thrill such action and conversation gives me, He chuckles. He explains to her that I am on the phone and listening in to everything they say and that this is part of the foreplay, the build-up. That I am excited easily and that the talk is doing its job. Master tells me not to come, but even His saying the words excites me more.
“No, Master, I won’t come, but I could. I am rocking and clenching and Your talk is exciting me but I won’t come.”
Their conversation continues as I lie there rocking backwards and forwards, clenching my thighs, tensing my muscles, as they talk about how wet she gets when she comes. That it is an absolute flood and that in the past she has had to use up to eight towels to soak up the copious fluids. Once they arrive in the building and use the lift the phone doesn’t work so Master signs off and they indulge themselves in kissing and groping in the elevator. He discovers that she is absolutely soaking wet and the kissing turns her on even more. As He probes her heat, she orgasms and squirts copiously. A large damp spot is left in the lift.
They arrive at the room; I open the champagne that I have ready for the occasion. We all greet each other and Master introduces me and we toast to an afternoon of fun. Master turns to her after sipping His champagne and orders her to strip then He turns to me and orders the same thing. After we are both naked He puts down His glass and embraces her, kisses her and then reaches down and runs His fingers along her labia and inside her and then puts His fingers in His mouth, tasting her essence. He comments that she is wet and juicy and He kisses her again. She shudders in His arms and she has orgasmed and left a wet patch on the carpet. Master gestures me forward I move towards her and embrace, grasping at her breast, tweaking her nipples and I put my hand between her legs, she is incredibly wet, I push my fingers up inside her and feel her heat, her wetness, her excitement. It is easier than I thought to touch her and embrace, easier to get excited with the body of another woman.
Whilst we are clutching at each other and embracing Master has stripped and is ready for action. How do we start? What do we do? Master directs us to the bed, and I lie back and she starts to touch me finger me as master talks about how we have tried fisting but that my shallow cunt just doesn’t want to accommodate it. She joins me on the bed as we both touch each other. Master positions her in the centre of the mattress and has me finger her. For the first time in my life, I insert my fingers into another woman. I am familiar with the feel of the inside of a cunt. After all I have played with the inside of my own on many occasions. But this is incredible, so hot, so moist and so exciting, so different from the feel of my own. As I remove my fingers Master moves in and then lubes up His hand and as I watch He introduces most of His hand inside her and even as He does that she starts to come. A fountain, a flood squirts from her cunt's as she pants and groans and orgasms – all within about thirty seconds of His hand being inside her. It is incredible to watch, to see, to be part of. The flood continues. I get so excited by the action.
I lie back after they are done and she starts on me, as she sits on the side of the bed between my legs with lube all over her hand, she slowly inserts her hand into to my cunt. I want to sit up and watch but I can’t, this is all too overwhelming, I am too excited. I lie back and groan and shudder as orgasm after orgasm rolls over me as I feel the incredible stretching and pressure that comes as her hand is inserted inside me. I come over and over again as the sensations change and I feel her hand move inside me. Things change. She slows down the action. Master has started on her. As she has her hand in me, He has started on her. It makes everything even more exciting. Wetness is everywhere. The sound of squelching permeates the room. Two wet, hot, excited ladies responding to the excitement the thrill and the eroticism of the situation. After we recover from the fisting daisy chain, Master gathers up the ropes and readies Himself. She has expressed an interest in having her breasts bound in the same manner that she has seen in my photos. To bind them the way He would like He must put the play collar on her. In our discussions about introducing another to our play Master had brought up the point that another would wear this collar that He had placed around my neck as a strong and emphatic symbol of our relationship. When it was first mooted I had trouble with the idea of sharing but things have come quite a way from that first shock of emotion on the suggestion of another wearing the collar. And of course there is the fact that since then He has bound me with the stainless steel ankle shackle which I wear constantly. So the purple suede and leather collar is buckled on and the rope is thread and wound and knotted and both of her breast are bound tight and Master is mauling her tits and she is groaning and moaning and thoroughly enjoying the situation as am i. Seeing her excited and aroused by Master’s handiwork, seeing Him work on her, all of it is very, very hot to me. He has her lay on the bed and they are kissing and He is fingering her and she squirts again and the squelching noises are incredible. He breaks to instruct me to get the dildo. This is a large weird shaped purple silicon toy that has a cock shape at one end and a fluted sort of handle at the other. It was one of the first purchases I made a sex shop – a task set by Master early on to test me and to tease me and to arouse me. I purchased this particular one because of its interesting shape but I had never really worked out why it was such a strange shape and all the notes and instructions on the packet had been in Swedish or Norwegian or Umpalumpa. Master has me insert the dildo and gets me to fuck her. I am fucking another woman. I have inserted a phallic object into the nether regions of a female and I am thrusting and pushing and pulling it in and out – fucking her! As she orgasms from my ministrations I realise why the device is shaped that way. I have to have something to grip onto as the muscles in her cunny grab hold of the dildo and they are not letting go, add the fact that everything is juicy and wet and that she is squirting in a high arc, like a small baby boy pissing. Yes the handle shape is definitely useful as I have to use a considerable amount of force to fuck her in and out as she orgasms again and again.
Master takes snaps of the action to add to the one’s He has taken of the fisting and the bound tits – fabulous mementos of a terrific afternoon, one that I will remember for a long time. The only unfortunate thing in all of the fun is that Master doesn’t come – not from the sight of us fisting each other or from the jacking He receives at the hands of two hot, naked and erotic women, not even when the two of us go down on Him and suck Him within an inch of His life. She is bitterly disappointed that He doesn’t fuck her and that she doesn’t get Him to come. But it is my fault. I am the one to blame for the lack of response from Master.
After we had our tryst the afternoon before master tells me that that is all I am getting. He will not come again so that He can save some for our afternoon the next day and for our play mate. That’s fine. Obedient slave that I am I accept His ruling. But later that night in bed all the excitement is too much for me and I awaken Him at about two o’clock in the morning humping His leg. He sends me to the toy bag to fetch a toy and to finish myself off with instructions to leave Him alone. That is exactly what I do and as I fuck myself with the vibe He watches on, He starts to help me along and before we know it I have gone down on Him enjoying servicing Him orally. He pushes me away and gets me to kneel up and He fucks me with four of His fingers as I jack Him. It is exciting and erotic and we feed of each others excitement as we stare into each others eyes as we pleasure each other. I come over and over again, gushing and flooding on the folded towel that Master had me put beneath me. A final orgasm sends me over the top and I fall sideways off His hand, off in la la land, spaced out from the level of intensity in the play. Master tries to move me with no luck. He stands and moves around to the end of the bed, takes His cock in His hand and wraps it in my long tresses, He slowly and then more quickly jacks Himself using my hair and comes all over my face as I revel in the excitement, in His arousal and His use of me for His pleasure. As soon as He has finished coming I clean Him off with my mouth as a final act in a very erotic session. So after that we slept but no amount of sleep was going to replenish Master in time for our play date. Maybe the vitality of youth would have produced another orgasm but not these days and so I have let all of us down in my excitement and impatience. Despite the lack of spend from Master both of us girls have produced much fluid and many orgasms – the bed and all the precautionary towels are soaked. We have enjoyed a sensual, erotic and adventurous afternoon of play. It has not been the terrifying experience I had feared, having a girl touch me, kiss me, play with me. And I have returned the favour and enjoyed it. I have shared Master and have not felt that it has undermined anything that we have together. We have broadened our experiences; we have both enjoyed another person and had a third in our play. All of it has helped grow our relationship and strengthened our dynamic. And as an added bonus it was great fun too!
Our afternoon must come to an end – we have a dinner date to get to, so it is back to real life and the party breaks up. I am detailed to take her home as Master showers and cleans up. It is a nice way to end the intense and satisfying afternoon, a nice quiet drive and a chat to wind down from all that has gone on. Hopefully a friendship will develop from this even if there are no more chances for play between us. All in all a fabulous time, an incredible afternoon and an enlightening experience, with a terrific open honest and sharing woman. Who could ask for more as a first venture into new and frightening waters?
Thank you Master and thank you to our girl for the afternoon.
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