Bound to You (20 page)

With no effort at all Christopher fell to his knees. The rapidity of his submission was actually alarming.

‘Please, Mistresses,’ he begged, hands clasped as he pleaded with us, ‘please, mistresses, I need to feel myself possessed by you. I need simultaneously to be your slave and your desperate servile pet, and your adoring little slut, owned by you both.’

He looked to the floor as if to compose himself, then uttered, ‘I long for you to take me.’

It wasn’t what he said but the way he said it that was startling. Christopher sounded as though he’d stepped out of the pages of a nineteenth-century novel by way of a hardcore kink porn film. And I’d never known a man sound so desperate for anything.

Sapphire stood up and placed one hand on her hip. Then she lunged towards him and pulled him up by his hair’s frosted tips. As she thrust his head back towards the light, the contrast of her dainty, white hand against his rough stubble and sun-drunk skin aroused me. Sapphire reminded me of a sorceress beguiling an awestruck knight. But there was no more beguiling to be done here. He was already thoroughly beguiled. All Christopher now needed was ravishing. I went over to them both.

He looked up at me. His eyes were wide as pools, and as wet. He whispered. ‘I am your fuck-toy. Do whatever you will with me. I implore you both.’

Sapphire turned to me and pursed her lips playfully. ‘What do you think, Mistress Jade? Do you think he deserves to be our little fuck-toy?’ She bent down and whispered in his ear, loud enough so that I could hear, ‘I know Mistress Jade has a toy she’d certainly like to fuck you with.’

Christopher shuddered. We hadn’t even touched him and his forehead was already saturated with sweat, his stubble glistening with it, too. It was now strange to see a man on his knees in clothes. Sapphire must have thought the same thing.

‘Well, Christopher, while Mistress Jade is thinking about whether she’s going to “treat” you or not, why don’t you relieve yourself of some of your vestments.’ She was gently mocking his archaic-sounding words, but he was too dazed to notice.

When the doorbell rang earlier, I had placed the strap-on carefully on one of the armless chairs. Now it arrowed at me accusingly like a spun bottle. How difficult could a bit of repeated thrusting be, I thought to myself? I turned back to Christopher who had just finished fervently unbuttoning his shirt.

Christopher’s body was something to behold. In complete contrast to his stubbled face, he had the smoothest, most gleaming chest I had seen, with gorgeous, warm coppery coloured skin, and impossibly sculptured pectorals.

Sapphire didn’t even try and stop herself and went right over to him, digging her nails into his golden chest as though she were pricking dough. ‘Oh, you’re just ripe for objectification, aren’t you?’ she smiled.

His eyes lit up. Objectification. There it was. The experience he’d clearly been waiting to have all his sexual life. ‘Oh God, Mistress, you have no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about being paraded about on a lead by someone like you, before being handed over to someone like . . . Mistress Jade.’

I bristled. Please don’t let Sapphire get annoyed at that, please don’t let her get all competitive again. But Sapphire was in her element. ‘Pimping men out’, as she called it, was one of her favourite fantasy games with the clients.

‘Stand up,’ she ordered him. She went over and tugged at his fly until it was half undone, revealing a small V of white fabric. I could just about make out the shadow of an erection.

Then she hovered her fingers over the tip.

‘I wonder just exactly how hard you are at the thought of this. Lose your trousers.’

Obediently he yanked them down to expose his colossal, rugby player’s thighs. And then I noticed it. He was wearing women’s knickers. White satiny, lace-trimmed knickers with a tiny sparkly bow, behind which the head of his cock rose.

Sapphire bit her bottom lip and shook her head at him. Hardly designed to accommodate male anatomy, the knickers emphasised his straining erection. His balls were also bulging out of either side of the gusset. Sapphire took one scarlet-nailed finger and traced along the bulge, then feigned tucking it back in behind the fabric. It was no good. There was far too much of him to fit into a pair of female panties.

‘Do you like them, Mistresses? I thought it might please you to see me as a real whore.’

I’d never found the idea of men in women’s underwear erotic before. But there was something about Christopher’s gleaming, coppery body, his skin as smooth as the satin he was encased in, and the fact the knickers couldn’t contain him, that looked so deviant, it was delicious. It cried out for him to be touched.

Without waiting for an invitation from Sapphire I slunk over to him and slid my hand up the inside of his thigh. God, he felt better than he looked. He wanted this so badly, his skin practically hummed at my touch. I let my fingers explore the novelty of the feminine fabric framing such a hard, muscular male body.

We locked eyes. I needed to establish my authority over him, and I wanted him to relinquish his control to me from this moment on. He attempted, for a few seconds, to return my unremitting gaze. Then he looked at the floor pitifully, then back up at me again timidly from under his lashes. So he’d conceded. Then he moaned as if to vocalise it.

‘Mistress Sapphire,’ I said. ‘I think this little . . .’ I paused. Saying the next word felt so wrong ‘. . . slut . . .’ but God, it was exhilarating, ‘needs putting to the test.’

Sapphire looked at me admiringly for a moment. See, Sapphire, I thought to myself. I can be a seductive bitch, too. ‘I’m glad you said that, Mistress Jade. I was just about to invite you to assume the position.’

I’d never seen Sapphire this excited before. We’d often talked about what it was like to fuck a man and she described in graphic detail how you judged what size dildo the slave could take, how you lubricated them up, and the best position to use depending on their level of experience. I’d even watched explicit femdom videos on my and Sapphire’s favourite kink porn site. But I’d never actually seen Sapphire do it. Usually, the clients that came to her for strap-on play wanted no one witness to that level of submission.

Sapphire glided towards the door, her tattoo glowing like neon strip-lighting as she passed underneath the bright white bulb in its red shade. She turned and looked at Christopher from over her shoulder, beckoning him. ‘It’s time, little slut.’

Then he looked up at me and I realised he was seeking my approval to follow. What Jack had started, Christopher could finish, I thought.

‘Get up, then,’ I commanded softly. He rose feverishly, and in his haste, brushed his face against my top as he did so. He smelled like leather, and expensive cologne. His trousers were still loitering about his ankles. ‘Permission to unhook myself, Mistress?’ he asked me.

‘Obviously,’ I replied. ‘I’m going to need to you to be able to spread your legs.’

Sapphire came back in. Her desire to see the main event was making her impatient. ‘Hurry up, we don’t have all evening, you know,’ she snapped at him. He shook off his shoes then yanked at his socks and trousers and padded after her into the bedroom.

I took the strap-on from where it lay on the chair and analysed how I would slink into to it. Perhaps it was better to put it on under my skirt now I thought, lest I fall over or get tangled in it or do something that would break the spell and compromise my authority. I slid first one bare leg, and then the other into it, catching my right heel in the gusset strap for a moment as I did so. Then I guided it up around my bottom. I went over to the mirror and took a look at myself from behind. It was made of exquisitely soft leather, with carefully crafted adjustable side straps, so that it hugged my curves as well as any silk thong. Then I turned around. Full frontal. I was a not insubstantial eight inches long. I wrapped my fingers around my cock for a moment and felt a surge of power. I was indomitable.

In the bedroom, Sapphire had already ordered Christopher into position for me. Up on the bed he lay, on all fours, with his head resting in the purple pillows, presenting his perfect ass to me. He was still wearing the women’s knickers. Only now it was clear that they weren’t actually proper knickers but the skimpiest of thongs.

Sapphire went over to him and spanked his bottom a few times for good measure. ‘That’s why you’ve worn these provocative panties, isn’t it, Christopher? Because you want to feel the sting of my hand on your exposed ass.’

Christopher mumbled something indistinguishable into the pillows, making his answer known instead by undulating back onto Sapphire’s hand as she stroked him between slaps.

Sapphire turned back to look at me. I had had to roll up my skirt about my thighs in order to accommodate the strap-on’s punishing angle. Sapphire noticed it poking out from underneath my skirt.

‘Now, Christopher, Mistress Jade is here and ready to begin your deflowering. And what a sight she is, too.’ She sighed as if she were a proud mother admiring her daughter dressed for her first date. She gestured for me to go and flaunt myself to him. I edged round to where his head lay on the pillows.

Christopher looked up at me with adoration. ‘Please, Mistress, may I touch it?’ This amused me. He reached out his hand in reverence.

But just before his fingers reached my tip, Sapphire pounced forward and slapped his hand away.

‘Christopher, didn’t anyone tell you it’s very rude to fondle someone else’s cock?’

I was confused. Didn’t Sapphire usually let them do that? In fact, didn’t she usually make them give her head, as she put it?

I looked up at her, and she tapped her finger to her wrist, gesturing to an imaginary watch. Damn it, she was right. There was no time for foreplay. We needed to cut to the main event.

‘Now, Christopher, Mistress Jade has never done this before. She’s actually losing her strap-on virginity tonight, so do bear that in mind, won’t you, if her thrusts are a little . . . unnatural.’ Wasn’t this whole thing pretty bloody unnatural, I thought to myself. I supposed Sapphire was only trying to cover our backs in case the experience left a lot to be desired, but it irritated me. I was determined to do a good job.

Sapphire took a bottle of lube from the table and, after removing his thong until it lay around his knees, binding them, began fingering his ass. ‘Oh my,’ she exclaimed. ‘He’s very open already. You’ve been using butt plugs, Christopher, haven’t you?’ He nodded vigorously into the pillow. ‘She slapped him hard. ‘You really are a little slut then. Let’s see how hard Mistress Jade can fuck you.’

I went round the back of the bed and clambered up on to it, positioning myself in between Christopher’s splayed legs. He was shaking. I placed my right hand gingerly onto his bottom. He jerked, and startled me. His movements were so bold, and so unrestrained. At any moment, I thought, he could rise up, turn over and haul me down on to the bed, pinning me under him. Thinking about this possibility made knowing that it was I about to fuck him even more exciting.

Sapphire approached the bed. She was holding a condom. She unwrapped it and rolled it on to my cock. How surreal, I thought to myself. A woman has just sheathed my prosthetic penis. She looked up at me reassuringly. ‘Now, remember everything I’ve ever told you, Mistress Jade. Go steady to start with, and find your rhythm.’

I took a deep breath and eased the tip of the strap-on into Christopher’s anus. Sapphire was right. There was hardly any resistance. It slid right in, almost up to the hilt, immediately. Christopher moaned. He moaned the way I moaned when a hot man slid himself into me that first time when you begin to have sex. His moan aroused me. It made me want to make him moan again. I inched back and slid myself gently into him again. And then again. And then, slowly, I started to rock my hips back and forth, attempting to build up a rhythm.

At first the motion didn’t come naturally. My hips were too used to gyrating circularly, like the way I moved when I danced. I tightened my core and tucked my pelvis under. Then hesitated. I thought of the time I had learnt to walk on stilts at circus camp in Italy. ‘Until the stilt becomes an extension of your leg, you will not move naturally with it,’ the instructor had told us. I wondered if this applied here, if I had to claim the cock as my own temporarily, to make the motion work.

I tried again, imagining the strap-on was a real extension of my body. That was it. I had it. And then just as quickly I lost the rhythm again. Jesus! Was fucking really meant to be this hard work? Were men actually putting a hell of a lot of effort in to do something that we women though was instinctual to them? Thank God I did yoga. There’s no way a weak core could work a strap-on.

Sapphire looked at me with encouragement. ‘You’re doing a great job, Mistress Jade. Trickier than it looks, isn’t it? How is it for you Christopher?’ she enquired teasingly. I had become so absorbed in perfecting my technique that I had almost forgotten there was a man on the receiving end of my thrusts.

‘It’s heaven, Mistress. Pure heaven.’ Sapphire and I both laughed at the surrealism of it.

‘So I can work you harder, Christopher?’ I demanded.

He arched back on to my cock. ‘Oh God, Mistress, yes, please, please give it to me even harder. I’m your adoring slut and I deserve to be pounded.’

I found my rhythm again and resumed fucking him, gripping on to his hips the way I liked men to grip me. God, was this how inert we females were? How merely receptive? No wonder fucking made men feel dominant.

Then, another realisation. The harder I pounded up against Christopher, the more the strap-on was inadvertently stimulating me. Even with my own knickers forming a barrier between me, the strap-on and Christopher’s body, I could totally have an orgasm like this if I wanted to. I was turned on and alarmed by it. I couldn’t let Sapphire realise this. And I certainly couldn’t let myself climax in front of her, even though the harder I went at it, the more I wanted to let myself. I was going to have to hold myself back. This really was like being a guy!

As I became more excited so, too, it seemed, did Christopher. He had reached back and was clenching on to his own cheeks now, as if presenting himself to me. In my determination to control myself I grabbed onto his hair and pulled him hard up towards me.