‘When she arrives, you will be kneeling over the coffee table, hooded, with your ass cheeks spread open,’ He said. ‘She is going to enter the house and I will prepare her, then she will kneel behind you and lick your ass, and then your cunt.’
“Yes, Sir.”
I had been eagerly awaiting this moment all day… or all week… or all my life. At least since He told me she was coming. The thought of never seeing her face nor knowing who she is, excited me in a way that felt like going on an adventure down the rabbit hole of curiosity. My favourite adventure.
‘This isn’t about you,’ He said. ‘You’re an accessory. Here to simply do as you’re told.’
I nod. I understand.
Observing Him as they negotiated, I couldn’t help but be in awe. Curating a scene is something I had never seen the behind the scenes of before, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t find it fascinating to witness. How much thought and preparation, both internal and external, went into the process! Thinking about how He would not only find His enjoyment, but meet the needs of everyone involved. I gained a very new level of respect for Dominants, and for Him… which only grew more and more.
He had told me little snippets about her and her past, however nothing too private or personal. They had a history together of having met and played and had maintained a connection over time. His soft spot for her was obvious. So I was curious about this creature who had suddenly popped up back into His life, and now into mine. Who is she? What is her life like? What will she be like? Will she like me?
Having never really been with a woman, I was both excited and nervous. I know how much women scrutinise other women, so it was odd to find myself preparing for her more meticulously than I had ever prepared for a man. I shaved perfectly. Made sure my hair was conditioned perfectly. Scrutinised everything I could to remove any possibility of there being anything that was within my control to be perfect, missed. How strange. Women scare me, because they can be so emotionally harmful. For some reason their scrutiny cuts so deep. They notice things men don’t notice or even care about. Thankfully though, He was controlling everything, so I knew I was safe. This allowed the excitement to be the more prevalent feeling. I was nervous about being used in this way though. I don’t particularly like being licked out, nor is it a comfortable position for me to be in to be “above” someone else… especially sexually. But that is what they had negotiated. And I was the accessory, to be used however needed. And that’s how I was needed. There was also a spark of curiosity. How strange to witness “my role” from an outside perspective. A part of me, of course, wanted to know how it seemed.
*******
She arrived earlier than expected. We had just gotten out of the shower and were still drying ourselves when there was a knock at the door.
‘Put your hood on and get into position,’ He said.
I did so.
I heard Him speak softly, and heard a soft reply. She seemed so timid.
I lay across the coffee table, my hands holding my ass cheeks apart, feeling the coolness against my body, waiting… anticipating…
There were gentle whispers as I knew He was hooding her also. We were both to be hooded, and I was to be plugged… after she had licked my ass.
His tone changed and I heard Him give her a command. There was a little squeak of compliance and suddenly a tongue plunged into my ass. It felt… weird. Did I like it? It’s not something I’d ask someone to do for me, however, I didn’t dislike it.
‘Take notice, slave,’ He said to me. ‘This cunt knows how to lick ass.’ Something He has been trying to teach me to do better.
He then told her to move, and shuffled between us, making her lick His ass, while He entered me. After a moment, this shifted as He pulled out, told her to clean His cock and then to lay on her back on the floor, instructing me to lean back over her so she could lick my pussy. As He inserted my plug, He made her pause, telling her how this is what a real slave is, degrading and humiliating her with names and words… managing to degrade and humiliate us both in different ways, on opposite sides of the same coin. Me, by pushing me “up” into a position I’m uncomfortable with, and her, by tearing her down as far as she had asked to go.
She began to cry. My heart gave way and everything changed for me in that moment. It was no longer simply a sexual adventure. There was such intimacy. A tenderness. An overwhelming urge came over me to want to make her feel good. To help her get what she wanted from this. To be the softness she needed as He took her to the place she wanted Him to take her.
He told me to kiss her, and I cradled her face in my hands and tenderly kissed her lips. So soft. Her skin was like velvet. And she smelled amazing. I’ve never felt so comfortable kissing someone so quickly before. But it was beautiful. I wanted her to feel good, but I also didn’t want to feel like I was trying to control where we went. I could feel a bond forming between us, as she gently kissed me back, tracing my arms with her fingertips… a sisterhood. He ordered her back to His ass, and me to sucking His cock. We moved to the bedroom, where I then truly witnessed the magic of what was occurring. Whilst I sucked His cock and licked His balls, the agreed terms of what they had negotiated began to come to light. Her sounds, and His gentle demeanour as He whispered cruel things into her ear. There was such an intimacy between them that there was a moment where I felt like an intruder. I wanted to crawl away, move out of the space and the moment and leave them to share it alone. He felt my shift and gruffly told me to focus on my part. So I did.
As He was about to cum, He asked her if she was ready. I heard a soft whimper that I had come to learn suggested she was. ‘Remember, if you swallow, I will beat you,’ He said firmly. Did I hear that correctly, I wondered? Surely not. Perhaps He had said that He would beat her if she didn’t swallow, and I had simply misheard?
Shifting away, I heard the sounds of Him cumming, and her moans of desire and satisfaction and pleasure.
‘Do Not swallow!’ He said as He came, and as her mouth collected everything He had for her. ‘Pass it to the slave.’ Ok… I felt that stir between my legs. How hot!
I leaned over and we kissed again as she slipped His cum into my mouth. I gently licked her lips and her chin, collecting all of what was being shared, and swallowed it down.
‘Clean my cock. Both of you,’ He said.
She held and gently stroked, as we licked and cleaned what was left.
Pulling me up into His armpit, I snuggled in while he spoke softly with her asking if she needed anything. She had declined aftercare in their negotiations and had decided she simply wanted to leave afterwards. I had asked Him to make sure she didn’t need anything that maybe I could even prepare for her… a cup of coffee or a snack.
She declined and left.
I’ll never know how that was for her, but I hope it was what she was seeking. Upon reflection I saw that it was so much beyond what I had expected an experience like this could be. It wasn’t “just” kinky sex. It was an agreed arrangement to create an experience of love and connection and intimacy and healing from a very traumatic past. I will not share her story, and I don’t know a lot of it, but I came to see just how magical it was. And I became so honoured to have been a part of that. My respect for Him shifted to new levels as I realised the gift He had given her. How much He had given of Himself to give her that gift. How much she had given Him in return. And how special a moment it was between them. Perhaps there was a little bit of magic for all of us that night.
