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Simple answer: I didn’t.

‘We’re all bi, the only difference is whether we admit it or not,’ I said.

‘So shall I get dressed now?’ He wasn’t quite asking permission, more like enquiring if we were still playing, or if the games had finished.

But still I was being the mistress tonight. ‘Stay naked.’

He chuckled. ‘I like you. I like you a lot.’

I smiled despite my role. ‘You like sex. You like sex a lot.’

Slave came in with a tray laden with crackers and cheddar. He carefully placed it on the table in front of us.

‘More wine,’ I said, not looking at Slave.

‘Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress.’

His willy jiggled as he ran, giving him a slightly comical, slightly endearing appearance.

Joe/Harvey munched through the food Slave brought us. I gulped the cheap red wine back. Slave knelt on the floor waiting.

Joe/Harvey finished eating. I finished the wine. Slave knelt on the floor still waiting.

There was silence that lasted until I ended it. ‘Show us how well you can put your fist in your arse, Daisy.’

‘Mistress, you know – I mean, I’ve told you that I can’t do that yet.’ His head remained bowed.

‘I know what you’ve told me. Show me what you can do.’

‘Yes, mistress.’

He bent over in front of us, his bottom in the air. He kept one hand on the floor for balance; with the other he reached around and pressed two fingers in the crease between his buttocks. It was an awkward position and he tumbled onto the floor. Joe/Harvey chuckled, with no malice, and gave Slave a hand to help him get his balance.

I laughed hard, with malice. The sound came from deep within my stomach. Joe/Harvey frowned at me and, for the first time in the evening, looked concerned. If I could have stopped laughing I could have explained that I wasn’t being cruel to Slave, that it was nothing to do with him, with either of them, it was me. It was all me, here in this nicely decorated, neat flat, with two men who in the normal world were almost strangers. It was me pretending I was in control.

I glanced at Slave. His head was bowed and his cock was hard. I stopped laughing. ‘Harvey, fuck Slave’s arse. He’s a virgin, so don’t be gentle, make sure he remembers his first fuck through all his life. When he’s an old, old man preaching about sin in church I want him still to be able to feel how huge you were inside him.’

‘Thank you, mistress. I would like that very much,’ Slave said.

‘I don’t care what you’d like. I care what’s going to amuse me.’ I picked the butter off the table and handed it to Harvey/Joe.

He took it with questioning eyes. I gestured him in the direction of Slave.

Joe hankered down next to Slave. ‘Is this really what you want? I know we’re having fun together, but for a moment be yourself and forget what she says and tell me what you want.’

The two naked men looked at each other. Finally, the slimmer one spoke. ‘My mistress is very wise, she knows me before I know myself. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can never forget it. Today’s already been incredibly special. I want to always clearly remember being here with you both.’

‘If at any time you can’t take it, or you change your mind, say stop and it will stop. You know that, right?’ Joe rubbed Slave’s arm.

‘I won’t want you to stop.’

‘You have the option, Daisy, that’s what’s important. Shout out, whisper, squeak it, thump it out in Morse code, whatever, I’ll hear you.’ Joe put his hand on the back of Slave’s head and drew him in for a long, lingering kiss. Far tenderer than the one he had given me earlier.

Their lips touching so gently was more erotic than Slave tonguing Joe’s arse. A tear stung my eye and I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand.

Did I need to give more orders? Is that what Slave needed?

Joe ran his hands down Slave’s back as they kissed, his fingers softly finding the other man’s bottom and carefully exploring. Then he put his hands on Slave’s shoulders and pushed him onto his back. He leant over him, kissing his neck and chest, flicking his tongue over Slave’s nipples. Slave glanced over at me and smiled, before visibly remembering he was not supposed to look at me and returning his gaze to Joe.

I didn’t need to do anything now, just be here and watch.

Joe moved slowly, finding and caressing every part of Slave’s body; moving him onto his front to kiss his spine and massage his shoulders, rolling him onto his back to suck his fingers. He ran his tongue into each crease between Slave’s fingers, circled it around each of Slave’s wrists. Slave made little sighing sounds with each kiss he received.

I watched how their cocks touched as Joe moved, but was not ready for the sight of Joe stretching out his body between Slave’s legs and taking all of Slave’s erection into his mouth. A sigh of my own slipped through my lips. Joe’s sculpted body lay on the floor; he was an Adonis and there was something beyond beautiful about him pleasuring my ordinary little slave.

Although there was nothing ordinary about a man who would let a stranger suck his cock under the orders of another stranger he claimed to love and called Mistress.

Joe moved his lips down Slave’s legs, kissing his thighs and calves all the way down to his feet and toes. Then Joe raised his legs, gently pushing Slave’s knees into his chest.

Joe smiled his beautiful, warm smile and rubbed his hand between Slave’s buttocks.

I tilted my head to try and get a better view, to no avail. ‘Tell me what he’s doing, slave.’

‘Sir is stroking between my penis and bottom.’

I liked the way Joe had been transformed from Harvey into “Sir”. It was so easy we could be whoever we wanted to be. Or whoever someone else wanted us to be.

‘And are you enjoying that, you little slut?’ I said.

‘Yes. mistress. Very much.’

‘Are you looking forward to having your arse fucked?’ I spoke to Slave but looked at Joe; how confident he was as he intimately touched the other man. I wondered what my master would look like to an outsider when he caressed me.

‘I’m very excited, mistress. Thank you, mistress.’ His gaze flickered between me and Joe. ‘Thank you, sir. For doing this for me.’

‘Just relax, Daisy.’ Joe reached for the butter which I’d passed him earlier. He rubbed it over his cock and then over Slave’s arse. ‘Relax. Spread your arse if you can.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Slave struggled to reach his hands around and pull his buttocks apart.

Joe waited patiently, then he leant slightly forward. Staring into the other man’s eyes, he wanked his cock against Slave’s tight hole.

I wanted to order him to fuck him now, to skip the foreplay and just do it. Before he’d come too fast for me; now there was a tightness in my chest that I couldn’t explain, but I knew I wanted it to be over and to be leaving this flat. But this was not about me any more, if it had ever been about me.

With one hand Joe wanked slowly, pressing against Slave but not pushing into him; with the other he played with Slave’s cock. I watched with tense anticipation.

I stood up so I could see the tip of Joe’s cock forcing into Slave’s body, Slave’s moans got louder and more frequent.

‘Fuck him faster,’ I told Joe. ‘It’s easier that way, the short, sharp pain. He’ll take it better that way.’

‘Thank you, mistress.’ Slave’s voice was a squeak.

‘That’s how you want it? Hard and fast on your first time?’

‘Yes, please, sir.’

‘You sure you want this?’

‘Yes, please, sir.’

Joe raised his eyebrows at me.

Don’t back out now, don’t back out now, I silently implored.

‘He wants it hard. Give the man what he asks for, Harvey.’ I twisted my tongue around his name, pulling out the two syllables.

Joe looked at me, then at Slave, and then back at me. In a sudden, swift movement he thrust his length into the slim man’s body.

Sweat covered Slave’s face. He closed his eyes, but he didn’t scream out. ‘Mistress,’ he said in a hoarse, small voice. ‘More. Please. More.’

I knelt beside Slave and wiped his brow with the still damp sleeve of my top. I pulled on his arm, tugging one of his hands away from his buttocks and holding it in my own. My flesh felt cold, almost dead, next to the hot, clammy nerve centre of his body.

‘Fuck him hard.’

I gazed at the solid muscles of my work colleague’s body as he pounded into my little slave. Joe manoeuvred Slave’s right leg to the floor and leant over the other man, his hands on either side of Slave’s head.

‘More,’ Slave moaned. ‘I can take more, mistress.’

‘You like it hard, don’t you, my sweet, dirty little slut?’ I stroked his hair.

‘Yes. mistress. You know me so well. I’m a dirty little cock-loving slut.’

Joe fucked him and fucked him.

I looked at Slave’s wall clock. It was a cheap catalogue one, plastic pretending to be mahogany. The minute hand sped around as if we were in one of those films where in seconds they move through hours on the clock face to quickly show the passing of time. My head spun. I felt like I was the one being spread wide. I blinked and I was alone, tied face down on my lover’s bed with a dildo in my arse, desperately awaiting his return. I opened my eyes and Joe was fucking Slave into eternity.

‘Come. Come now. It’s enough,’ I said.

Joe grunted; five, four, three, two, one thrusts and he came inside my little slave.

When he pulled away I saw that Slave had come too at some point. His cream covered his stomach and some had jetted onto Joe’s torso. Joe didn’t appear to notice; he was half panting, half smiling.

I patted Slave on the head, gave his hand a final squeeze, and then went to get Joe’s clothes.

When Joe dropped me back off at my home I pecked him on the cheek.

He laughed. ‘You know me without trying, we have great – no, amazing sex, then tonight I thought we crossed so many boundaries, but I still don’t have a clue what’s going on in your head.’

That makes two of us, I thought.

‘This evening was a thank you for the amazing sex. You’d be wasted on me. You’re like a porn star, you can fuck for hours and the way you came when I told you to. And you’re also a great driver.’ I smiled and caressed his arm. ‘You need to find a woman who can both be your mistress and use your dominant side properly. I’m not that woman; I was just showing you the path, or however you want to see it. Go to a few fetish nights. Everyone will want you, but make sure you find a woman who’s going to really appreciate that body of yours and all your considerable skills.’ I stepped out of the car and closed the door, but then opened it again. ‘And just a little tip: when you’re in the sub role talk a lot less, and don’t grin or laugh. That’s all. Bye.’

I ran up to my flat, into my bedroom, and flopped onto the bed. My phone was beeping out a text but I ignored it. I took several deep breaths before reaching into my bedside cabinet and retrieving my largest vibrator. I pushed it into me and then rolled onto my front and lay still, letting it buzz through me.

Chapter Twelve - True

For the fifth time Dean reread the email he had just written to his mistress. It had taken him nearly two hours to write it; it was important he didn’t make any of the errors that annoyed her so much. At first he thought the anger was an act, but over time he’d begun to think it was real. He did frustrate her. He did irritate her. And he frustrated and irritated himself. She was doing so much for him, opening him up to so many experiences, far beyond the sexual, and he couldn’t even send her an email without spelling mistakes or typos in it.

He wanted her to love him. No, that was too much to ask. He was so far below her on so many levels he couldn’t ever hope for love. Well, he did hope. He couldn’t help hoping. But he never expected.

He wanted to give her some pleasure, to amuse her. He wanted there to be a connection between them. He thought of the man she’d brought to his flat, Harvey. That evening had been his first time; his first time for experiencing envy and jealousy and wishing, in a way that made his whole body ache, that he was a different man.

He typed a new beginning to his email.

I cannot stop thinking about the time you came to visit me with your friend. Harvey is a real man and I see that I have no chance of earning your affections next to him. I want to be a man like him, not your slave. I can learn to be dominant and give you what you want. I can be your master and make you into my slut if that is really what you want. I will learn to spank you and punish you. I can change into what you want me to be. I only want to make you happy. I live to serve you in any way possible. I will –

He stopped writing and deleted everything he’d just typed. It was too ridiculous. He couldn’t even imagine hurting his mistress, let alone doing it in real life. If he suggested that he could be her master she would laugh and rightly mock him for his presumption and stupidity.

It wasn’t even as if Harvey had dominated her. Harvey had obeyed her, just in a different way to the way he had. Harvey had been confident and secure in his mistress’s affections. Maybe one day he, Dean, would please her enough that he could feel the same way.

He looked at the clock and decided he had time to write another introduction.

For my wonderful Mistress Beatrice,

I am so lucky and blessed that you allow me to remain in your realm. I know it is only through your good grace that I’m here, not through my own worth as a slave to you. You constantly reveal to me all the ways I’m lacking and you kindly guide me in ways that I would not have thought possible when I first clicked on your profile on the internet. I wonder what my life would be like if you hadn’t chosen to speak to me, and the answer is that it would be so incredibly empty and the saddest thing would be that I wouldn’t even realise how empty and lost I really was.

Dean allowed himself a smile and a tiny feeling of pride; he’d typed it out correctly the first time and it said exactly what he wanted it to say. He checked the clock; he had time to read through the rest of the email once more before he sent it.

This is a full report of what happened when I met up with Mistress Janet again. This time Mistress Smith and Mistress Vee weren’t there, but she did have some other friends with her. She tells me that she’s met a lot more people on the scene and has now got her own slave to play with, but she said she liked me and wanted to see me again.

The first instruction she gave me was to go and pick up a woman from her house. The woman didn’t tell me her name, Mistress Janet just referred to her as the slut. I went to the address and a very pretty woman opened the door. She invited me in. She had a very posh house in a village I’d never been to before. She took me into the lounge where some things were laid out and I thought that maybe I wasn’t going to see Mistress Janet after all but that this woman was going to discipline me.

I told her that I’d been ordered to phone Mistress Janet when I reached her house, and the woman nodded and I made the phone call. Mistress Janet handed the phone to a man who told me I was to strip the slut, then I had to blindfold her, tie her wrists and ankles together, put nipple clamps on her and then take her to my car. She was to lie on the backseat and I was to take her to an address that they gave me.

I was nervous doing this but I knew you would not tolerate any hesitation in me and the woman undressed herself as soon as I told her what I’d been ordered to do.

Through all the different sites you have given me an appreciation and attraction of the beauty in all women, but I believe this lady would be found attractive by all men including the ones who haven’t had the benefit of your education. She had a very pretty face with fine features, clear blue eyes, and amazing blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. She had a model’s body and a triangle of fair hair between her legs which I’m afraid I could not prevent myself from looking at; my eyes just kept being drawn there.

Even though I get no pleasure from being dominant I must confess, because I know it is important that I am entirely honest with you and tell you everything, that I did get excited by touching this lady’s body as I put on the nipple clamps.

It felt strange taking her outside in her naked state in broad daylight. Her front garden was hidden from the road by a hedge and trees, but it was still an odd thing to do. I carried her to the car and again I must admit that it did turn me on holding her naked body in my arms.

I put her on the back seat of the car and she lay down. She was very quiet and docile and I wondered if that is what you expect me to be like as your slave. I’m so very far from your ideal and I’m ashamed at how often I fail you.

I drove very carefully. We actually went past some traffic police doing random checks on cars. It was such a massive relief when I drove past and they didn’t stop me. I had no idea how I would explain the presence of the lady on my backseat and as she hadn’t spoken at all, I didn’t know what she would say if we were stopped.

I went to the address. It was another little quiet village. I parked up, and as soon as I stopped a white van appeared from a side road and parked behind me. I was a little scared at this point. Two men got out of the van. They had tattoos over their arms and lots of facial piercings. They didn’t say anything to me. They opened the back door of my car and took the lady out. I felt very uncertain about this. I remember how kind Harvey was, not just obeying your orders, but checking that it was what I wanted, and although you always tell me I must do what you say without question or hesitation, I noticed that you did not rebuke Harvey for acting this way.

I got out of the car and went to the lady to check she was all right. She smiled and nodded.

One of the men said, ‘She’s happy, mate, you can have her back when we’ve finished with her.’

They bundled her into the back of the van. I waited outside in case she changed her mind and needed help. All I heard was lots of grunting and moaning. I imagined that it was you in the van as a submissive being used by two men and you’d ordered me to wait outside and guard you.

When they emerged from the van again the men were doing up their jeans and the lady was no longer bound or blindfolded and she didn’t have the nipple clamps on any more. There was spunk over her breasts and stomach.

One of the men threw a coat at me. He said it was to protect the slut’s modesty and both men laughed.

I put the coat around the lady. I didn’t know whether to wipe the spunk off or not. In the end, I left it on her skin. It made her smell more like a man than a woman but I remembered when Harvey came inside me, and the immense pleasure I got from the humiliation of having his spunk dribble out of my body.

The men in the white van drove off and that was the last I saw of them.

Even with the coat on the lady still chose to lie down on the backseat. As soon as she was settled, my phone rang and it was Mistress Janet. She ordered me to drive to her house immediately. I felt like I was in a spy film on a secret mission.

When I arrived at Mistress Janet’s house I led the lady in. Mistress Janet ignored her and gave me a big hug as if we were old friends. While she hugged me, someone came along and led the lady away. I asked Mistress Janet where the lady had gone but she didn’t seem too concerned. She said that she didn’t like the slut but other people in her party did so they were taking her to the basement, tying her in a new sex swing chair that one of the guests had brought, and people were going to take turns fucking her and whipping her.

I asked Mistress Janet some other questions but she got annoyed with me. She said my job was to serve at her party and make sure everyone was happy.

I counted a dozen people at the party, not including myself and Mistress Janet. It was hard to be sure, though, as people kept disappearing down to the basement and not reappearing for a long while. The television was on and some guests were involved with watching a reality show in between the sexual play. In fact, some of the ladies seemed to get more excited shouting about who they wanted to be voted off the show than they did when they were whipping their slaves!

I was not involved with any of the play which I wasn’t too disappointed about as Mistress Janet seems to have grown in confidence a lot since I last saw her and is as vicious with a whip as Mistress Smith was, and she encouraged her new friends to be the same.

I served drinks and food and chatted to anyone who I thought looked a little lost or lonely.

There was a beautiful transsexual there. I spoke to her for a long time; she’d saved up for her breast op by turning tricks which she said had been fine as she worked for a high quality firm and had enjoyed the sex with mainly married businessmen without ever encountering any real problems. Now she wasn’t sure whether to save up for the full transformation, which had been her initial aim, as she’d been offered work as a porn star. She said she was having fun being a chick with a dick.

Mistress Janet noticed how long I’d been talking to Eva, the transsexual, and said I should give her a blowjob. Eva said she’d be happy for that and lifted her dress. She had wonderful long legs and nails which were almost as beautiful as yours. She’d painted them in two colours, red and black, which was very striking.

After seeing Harvey’s cock I think I’m ready and able to cope with anything else. Eva’s cock was not as large as Harvey’s, but it was still impressive seeing it at the top of her wonderful legs and watching her wank it with her long, feminine nails wrapped around it.

I felt honoured that such a beautiful woman was allowing me to pleasure her and I hope you would have been proud of how hard and well I sucked and licked her cock and balls. She came in my mouth. She gave me some tissues to spit it out but I knew you would not be pleased with such disrespect and would want me to swallow the come.

It was about two in the morning when people left. I stayed and cleared up and then I was allowed to go and collect the lady to take home. It took me a while to get her out of the swing harness. I fear I was a little tired and clumsy. The lady was almost dripping with spunk now, and there were red marks over her breasts and legs. She was very weak and her limbs were cramped so I carried her upstairs. Mistress Janet, who had been friendly to me throughout the whole night, now got angry and said the slut was being lazy and should be made to walk. She slapped both me and the slut around the face. I dared to ask for a drink of water for the lady, saying that might restore a little of her strength. Mistress Janet slapped me again and ordered me out of her house. She was quite drunk at this point and I hope it wasn’t disrespectful but I put the lady down and helped Mistress Janet to bed even though she’d ordered me out of the house.

Mistress Janet did seem pleased with this and wanted me to get into bed with her, but she fell asleep very quickly so I took the opportunity to go back down to the lady to check whether she’d got her strength back.

She had found a coat from somewhere and was standing waiting by the front door. I drove her home and this time she sat at the front with me and chatted for the whole journey. She asked if I recognised her. I hadn’t. She didn’t seem to mind. She said that she had done some presenting on a cable television channel I’d never heard of and she should be very careful who she trusts as they could sell their story to the papers but she couldn’t resist giving into moments of wildness and wanting to be fucked by strangers.

I was shocked to learn that she had never met any of the people today, not even Mistress Janet. She had just spoken to someone online who had spoken to Mistress Janet online and was coming to this party.

I asked who the people were in the van and she shrugged and said she had no idea.

I was a little taken aback, but she was laughing and saying it was one of the best sessions she’d had.

I told her I’d presumed she knew and trusted Mistress Janet even though Mistress Janet had said she didn’t like the lady.

The lady kept laughing and said Mistress Janet had probably seen her on television and not liked the thing she was presenting and that was as well as they knew each other.

When I dropped the lady off she said I’d been very sweet and offered to give me a fuck, a blowjob, or a handjob.

I declined, saying that my mistress would not permit me to do anything for my own pleasure.

She said think of it as for my mistress’s pleasure.

But I still declined as it didn’t feel like something that would please you.

By the time I got home it was quite late and I only had three hours’ sleep before I got up earlier than normal so I would have time to write this report for you.

A lot of the people at the party mentioned how well trained I was. I mention this because I accept it as a compliment to you for your patience and grace in turning me into a proper slave. Many people also found it hard to believe that I was owned by a mistress who is happy for me to play with others. They said that if I was theirs they would keep me to themselves. I couldn’t explain it properly because of my restrictions in mentioning you.