Vicariously I live, through Mistress's lover's eyes.
They stand, but I kneel, cuffed and naked before them both.
I can see and smell the sweat of her hot, scantily clad body. And the riper smell of his. His cock at full attention needs service, she says.
She orders me to fluff him. I imagine my lips on his cock to be Her lips on mine.
"Enough for now," she says.
They lay in bed together.
I kneel at the foot of the bed as The Gods Make Love.
I live through him, longing to be in his place as he satisfies Her in ways I cannot.
I listen to her ecstatic cries of sexual release in sweet torment, living vicariously through Him.
It pleasures me to see Her sexually satisfied. Her satisfaction, is my satisfaction as well.
And, I know well, a satisfied Mistress is a happy one.
Cruelly, she orders me to finish him off. I relish the taste of Her juices on his throbbing cock.
She orders me to take it deeper in. As deep as I can, down my throat as much as it will fit. But in my mind, it is my cock, not his, in her mouth, not mine. Though of course his is so much larger and more magnificent. The penis of a god, fit for a golden Goddess. One such as Her.
His groans and gasps as he climaxes are like mine will be, when I am allowed to have mine, at last, one day, hopefully soon.
I taste his load as it fills my mouth and dutifully swallow it, relishing the sour taste. She smiles and laughs. Oh how I love that smile, that laugh.
Cruelly, she makes me clean them both, with my tongue, and she mocks me as I do so. But oh, how I relish the taste of Her hot and violated body, even as I gag on the taste of his.
Because in my mind, I am living vicariously through him.
Then, somehow I cannot hide these thoughts from Her. Mistress knows me too well, and even caged, I cannot hide my arousal.
Cuffed, standing naked and bent over at the wall, She administers punishment in front of us both. Let me never again forget my place, she barks. Her submissive. Her companion, friend, soulmate, but never her lover.
That is His job.
I eagerly thank them both. Him, for satisfying Her most primal of needs. And Her most of all, for allowing me the sweet and tormenting privilege of being in Her presence for it.
One day, I pray to be let out of this cage, and earn my own release. And oh, how joyous that will be, when I remember the sounds and sight of Her in Her throes of pleasure, and live again, vicariously through him.
(Note that this is in response to a currently active topic on the forums. I'm actually probably going to regret posting this. I know it's "lock-tober," but as they say, never post when horny...)