Fridays seem to come faster now, or have I grown more eager for them to come? I talked to Peter; I had to tell him about what happened between Josie and I. Hell…he was waiting for me when I got back to the house. I guess he woke up from his sleep and not feeling me in the bed next to him, he hopped up. Damn…! He's usually a hard sleeper whether I get up or not, he's like a corpse when he sleeps. After explaining what happened to him and letting him know about the change that I had discussed with Josie, he was upset.
But he had said, "I already knew. I know how you are and the way you've been looking at her. How could I dismiss that? It was obvious I just didn't want to say anything. I guess I told myself that it was just an infatuation and that it would pass. But she gives you what you desire most, no matter how hard I try." He had laughed saying that this is what he feared would happen if we added another person to the mix. "Did I come to an agreement with her on purpose knowing that she was just your type of woman? Maybe subconsciously." He chuckled, "Looks like you will be coming behind the curtains with us, but let us make it from time to time, not every time, ok? And it is still written in the agreement that I have with her, that only I can have sex with her. So…just leave it at that." I couldn't tell if he was really hurt by what had happened, more like he was angry, bitter almost.
It was the, 'I hate you right now' expression. The only other time that he gave me that look was when I first tied his arms behind his back before plunging into him cruelly.
Something told me that we should arrive early again today. As we enter pass the curtains into the main lobby of the club, I see Josie talking to that Steven guy again. When I had asked her about him last time, she said that he's an old friend that she works with. But looking at them I can tell that there is something more from their body language. She is very tense and dismayed. She smiles as Peter and I make our way towards her and I hear her say, "For an old member I would think that you would know that."
He seems pissed and bites his upper lip as he glares at her as though he just lost the argument, "I can't believe that he is letting you get away with this shit because of a fucking loophole in the policy."
"Don't whine, it's so unbecoming." She remarks candidly turning slightly to one side she watches us approach. Looking and smirking again at Steven she walks pass him. We follow behind her. As we do so Steven turns his body completely around folding his arms, he gives me a very dark stare. I just brush it off and continue to our room.
Closing the door behind us I ask her what's wrong.
"The two of you should know that Steven found out about your little visit last weekend." She tells me looking my way, "Don't worry. I had already discussed it with Mr. Stiles about two hours ago. There is a stipulation in the clause that if something like that were ever to happen between a Domme/Dom and a sub, as long as Mr. Stiles is promptly informed, and nothing happened, than we will not be penalized."
"Well, that's reassuring." Peter remarked glancing at me a moment than rolling his eyes he says, "Should we proceed?" He begins to quickly undress.
Josie looks to me, I look at her. We both share the same expression of apprehension, not sure if we should do this tonight or not.
"I will just go to the bathroom to change." Josie heads to the bathroom with her Hermes bag to change out of what looks to be her business clothes. From what I can tell, she must have come straight here from work.
"You don't have to change in the bathroom anymore, unless it makes you uncomfortable." Peter turns to face her completely naked now, his tone seems somewhat virulent, "I mean, it's not as though we have never seen you naked. Both of us have seen your fully nude body now, so why continue to change in the bathroom." He adds quietly a serious and menacing look manifests across his face. I'm becoming uneasy about this now.
"I think that we should hold off on this for the night." I approach Peter and place my hand gently on his shoulder, his head turns towards me quick and he swiftly removes my hand.
"Why?" A frightening smile slowly appears on his face, chuckling slightly, "Just because that happened doesn't mean that we should stop what we have contracted to do while members of this club."
"Peter, don't be this way." She said quietly, trying to calm him down; she walks to him slowly, "As far as Mr. Stiles is concerned, nothing happened between Matthew and me. He never saw me naked. Ok?"
She drops her bag on the coffee table and places both of her hands around to the back of his neck, bringing his head and neck down violently, so that their faces are directly in front of each other. Josie keeps her expression soft and mild, yet very intimidating, "Now, don't ever say anything like that ever again with all of these cameras listening and stop acting like a bitch or our agreement is null and void and you will never be dominate again only I will. Understand?"
His dark eyes soften as he slowly nods his head 'yes'. Letting go of him, she picks her bag back up and walks at a fast pace into the bathroom. I start to undress watching her walk in at first and then turning my gaze to Peter. Without looking at me or saying a word he heads to the toy table to pick up his hood, leather cuffs with chains, penis lock, and stops. He hesitates for a little while with his hand hovering over a thick leather collar. When Josie walks back out of the bathroom, he immediately says, "I want this! Please, ma'am."
She breathes, slowly looking up at him, "Are you sure about this?"
Nodding 'yes' he pulls the hood down over his face with the zipper unzipped.
Taking the collar into her hands she looks at me as if to say, 'is this okay?'
"Wait…" I stand holding the rope in my hands, in front of the toy table, the brush of uneasiness sweeping over me again, "Peter…why are doing this?" He didn't answer. I look at Josie.
"This is what he wants, so I will indulge him." She says calmly, but I can hear the fear in her voice.
"I trust you." He whispers softly but I was still able to hear.
"Once I do this, you are bound to me and will be my slave inside and outside of this establishment. You are to obey me to a fault." Josie reminds him, quoting the club's handbook on Master/Slave relationships.
He nods yes again. I watch as she places the collar slowly around his neck. I feel my heart start to fall, I'm taken aback. The bond that I share with both of them, but even more so, with her, is shattering in front of my eyes. As soon as I hear the collar clasp shut around his neck, I choke out the words, "I would like to be collared to…. Mistress." I gather myself, and just as I am about to say it again, there's a knock at the door.
Josie walks over to answer it. Peter falls to his knees sitting in silence.
"Miss Thompson, it seems as though the three of you would like to change your relationship status." Mr. Stiles implies warmly, handing her one piece of paper, he walks away.
She reads over it, reaching for her neck corset, she bites down on her lip hard. Looking up at me she asks, "Do we agree to change our status from a Domme/Sub relationship to a Master/Slave? You called me Mistress." She rubs her neck corset roughly, closing her eyes. She gulps and says with a somewhat shaky voice, "Things will be, very different if we sign this paper."
"I know, but as you can see…" I look down at Peter as I speak, "We both want to take this final step in our relationship with you."
"Silent One, you may speak with your own opinion on this." She permits him.
"Yes, since I am now collared. You may do as you see fit with me." Peter replies still sitting on his knees with his back straight and his head up.
Looking back, we briefly discussed the collar option and only for a very brief moment glossed over the Master/Slave contracts. Honestly, I have wanted this since she stepped into our lives, switch or not, I love being dominated by her and will gladly call her Mistress. I don't mind having to carry slave papers when walking the club, it will just give further proof that she is my one and only Master.
She signs the contract, hands it to me then walks over to the table scanning through the collars that, now that I notice, have always been here. There were posture collars, metal collars, leather, and PVC, all in different colors from neutral to alarmingly bright neon. Finally, she grabs a short width leather collar that has a D-ring in the front and another one in the back. After I sign the contract, I hand it to Peter to sign and go to her. She looks up at me, collar in hand. "There is no turning back after this." Josie looks at me timorously once more before placing the collar around my neck. Without a thought, I place a small kiss on her forehead.
"You have always and will continue to have my trust." ….and love, I think to myself. When we first met, I knew then that I was in love with her. Love at first sight? Maybe. I don't really care. All I know is that this is a woman that I will die loving and Peter is the man that I will die loving too.
Zipping up the collar she grabs a couple of leashes from the table, clips them securely to mine and Peter's D-rings on our collars and tugs them brutishly forcing Peter to his feet. Mistress walks over to her throne with us close behind.
Seating down on her throne she locks Peter to one of the rings in the leg of it. Placing her heeled boot violently on his thigh, "You should stand for a while in Beauty pose." Her voice is calm again with a demanding and hard tone. Her facial expression is so soft, that you would not have believed that such a harsh tone had left her. He does as he was ordered to do.
Pulling on my leash I get up to stand as I figured this is what she was implying that I do. She too stands and walks back over to the table. A Vampire Glove and jute rope are both in her hands. Walking back to the chair she pivots towards Peter and goes up behind him.
"Prince, put this on him." Mistress hands me the Vampire Glove as she does so Peter places his hands behind his back.
I put it on his hands and arms stringing it up securely and tighten the strings before tying them together. A Vampire Glove is one of many BDSM toys that are used for bondage. It looks much like a corset in the shape of a V that fits both arms and hands of a pet or slave inside of it. The one that I just finished putting on Peter is black with gold strings and made of leather.
"Now…" She begins to say, walking over to me with the rope in her hand, "Put your hands behind your back." Mistress commands me with an intense look in her eyes.
I obey. Placing my hands behind my back, I feel the ropes wrap around them. From the feel of it, she is wrapping them very intricately around both of my arms also forming a V with the end of the ropes hanging between my hands that are tightly bound together. She pulls on the ends of the rope and wrap what remains of it around my waist, taking the two ends and knotting them securely together behind my back. Mistress collects the end of my leash and Peter's leash and pulls us down on to the floor. We do not fight against her and comply by sitting on our knees.
"Silent One, bend over. Prince, open."
Sitting back a tiny bit on my arms with my fingertips on the floor, I pull my legs up with my knees pointed in the air, my heels to the floor, and spread my legs open.
She walks over to me and glides her right hand along my exposed left thigh. Her eyes soften as she gazes upon me. Our eyes meet, we simply stare at each other for what seems like hours, but it was really only a few moments. I exhale slowly, quietly, as she turns her gaze to Peter and leaves me to claw at his bare back ferociously. Tugging on his leash, she pulls him up on his feet and drags him to the leather straps that hang from the ceiling on the other side of the room only a few paces away from the sex table. Mistress detaches the leash from his collar walking behind him, she hooks one of her fingers roughly around the D-Ring at the back of his collar and pulls it to clasp it on to one of the leather straps. His body raises three or four inches off the floor, his chest in the air, his head tilts backward.
Leaving him there she walks over to the table again to pick up the short cow whip that she only uses to tease us with by dancing it across our skin playfully. But she never actually whipped us with it. She slides the leather tassels between her fingers as she walks leisurely back to Peter, slapping the whip in her hands enthusiastically she stands in front him boldly with her legs spread, the tassels in her left hand and the handle in her right. Even though I cannot see her face her body language is that of someone with a mean grin on their face. Lifting her right arm up with the whip over her head, she brings it down briskly, the leather tassels fiercely brushing across Peter's chest. She brings it down again and again with each swing growing more severe.
The wailing and moaning from Peter, is intense. The sounds of the whip hitting his bare flesh, piercing my ears, seem to be louder than his moans. As marks gradually begin to appear on his chest, she slows her barrage of whipping until finally after what seemed like hours she stops completely. Peter hangs his head forward. Mistress, grabbing ahold of him from the back, holding his hooded head in her left hand the whip in the other she stands before looking at him.
"That didn't hurt too much did it?" Mistress comments in a teasing manner. Swiftly bringing her head to his chest she licks one of the marks closest to her face.
He moans gently. Her hand reaches to the D-ring and hastily removes it from the hook on the leather strap. Peter falls to the floor letting his entire body fall and resting his head down. Picking up the leash from where she had placed it, Mistress pulls on the top of the Vampire Glove cruelly and attaches the leash to the D-ring on the front of his collar. She pulls it with him crawling painfully behind her.
They reach me and the throne. I have not moved from my position. I hear the slow deep gasping coming from him. The marks where the whip touched him are becoming more visible. Unconsciously, I bit my lip as I peer at his chest and his hard red organ that seems to beat rhythmically like I know his heart is pounding right now, the swollen penis that is locked by that cylinder metal strap preventing him from a sweet release that he is painfully craving. Just then, I hear her heels, I quickly turn my head to see her standing in front of me. A silent grin plays across her face as she looks down at me with the whip still in her hands. She flippantly runs it across my inner right thigh and traces it casually over my exposed organs. I close my eyes not wanting to think about what she might do to my sensitive and ridiculously hard penis.
"Don't worry…I won't do anything…yet." She informs me in a sing song voice, knowing exactly what it was I was thinking at that instant.
Mistress gathers my leash and Peter's leash in her hands and drags us leisurely to the bed area. Tugging so hard on Peter's leash that the force brings him to his feet and close to her face, she pushes him furiously on to the bed. He lies there helplessly. She walks to the sub cage, takes the key that's inside of the keyhole out and opens the cage door. Pulling me up by the leash she gives me a look that tells me what she wants me to do which is enter the cage. I willingly climb into the cage with the help of a small foot stool sitting in front of it.
"Kneel down on your knees." Mistress tells me.
After doing what I was told she removes the leash, my arms still tied in an intricate V behind my back. She steps down the platform and walks over to the toy table to gather more rope. Wrapping the rope around both of my ankles she brings them around so that they meet in between my feet then up connecting the loose ends around my wrist, tripling the rope that is already around them and tucks the ends of them into the finished weave. Closing the cage door, she locks it back up with the key which she places on the left side nightstand.
Going to the bed she rubs Peter's leather hooded face, his body still in the same position it was in since she pushed him down on to the bed.
"Do you want to switch now or later?" She asks him quietly in very meek and affectionate tone. Still rubbing the side of his face, she unzips the mask so that he may speak.
"Yes, please Mistress." His voice is a bit raspy and his breathing is short and slow.
Struggling to get up he finally sits up on his knees, as he does so Mistress reaches for the zipper in the back of his hood and hurriedly unzips it. Once she removes the hood, he gently places his head on her shoulder to catch his breath some more before proceeding. Licking his lips, he lifts his head up.
"Untie and remove the Vampire Glove". He tells her, his voice is still a little raspy, but his tone is very forceful.
She starts to move behind him to remove the glove, but he stops her by placing his left knee in her path.
"Reach around my waist."
"Yes sir." She responds and does as he told her to do.
"Sir? I thought things have changed. When we switch from Mistress/Slave it becomes Master/Slave. Doesn't it?" The gruff in his voice is slowly dissipating, the tone becoming harsher.
"Yes, you're right…Master."
Her face planted in his chest as she loosens the glove and quickly removes it from his arms. As the glove slides off his hands, he moves swiftly wrapping them around her throat and pushing her fiercely onto the bed. Josie clenches her hands to the bed, not resisting him, she closes her eyes. Peter's eyes meet mine. Grabbing ahold of her head with his right hand and his left hand still around her throat he pulls her head up, bends down and places his mouth over hers kissing her hard. I hear her groan a little from the force of it, I'm sure he hears it too but does not care, continuing to kiss her intensely, his grip around her neck seeming to get tighter. Her fingertips sink into the silk covers as she grasps the bed tighter, her knees come up with her heeled boots now flat on the bed him in between them. Finally, after what felt like a century, he removes his mouth from hers. Rubbing her hair softly, he looks at me again with a garish smirk on his face. Biting my lower lip, I look at Josie seeing that her eyes are barely open. I can hear her slow forced breathing. Peter moves to the nightstand on the other side of the bed and reaches into the top drawer. He comes back with a condom in his hand, Josie still clenching the bed unmoving.
"Spread your legs wider." Peter says to her as he opens the pack. Mistress takes a small key hanging around her neck and unlocking the penis lock she removes it gently and with hurried hands as Peter places the condom on his throbbing organ.
Lifting her legs up by the arch in the middle of her still heeled booted feet in his hands without saying a word he brutally plunges into her! She holds back her screams by squeezing her lips together.
"No, I want to hear you scream." He says cruelly penetrating deeper with more force then he needs to.
He wraps his hands around her feet and dives into her even more. "AAshhhh…mm.m.. ppff…!" Her groans loud yet still slightly muffled. Josie moves her head to one side her eyes wide open now. Peter grunts and moans even louder than sets his eyes on me again, grinning maliciously as he pounds into her. Their thighs smacking is just as loud as their groans.
I look down at Josie again to see her head hanging back and her beautiful almond shaped brown eyes staring at me lovingly. She's letting me know that she's okay with this. That everything is fine. I lower my gaze feeling my erection. I'm somewhat ashamed at my arousal still teeming. I had no idea that Peter was this way. Is this my fault? Did I make him this way? Or is he only angry about Josie and me? All of these questions flow through my head debating on whether or not I should ask him these things when we get home tonight.
Peter has always had this passive aggressive nature. The things that I have done to him and still do to him in the bedroom are almost as kinky as what we do here. If I turned him into this, what the hell should I do? Switch or not, I will be beside myself should he leave any types of scars on her, mentally and physically. I love her too much. But I love him just the same. Have I damaged him? Am I damaging him by insisting that we join this club and now have a third partner that happens to be a woman?
Yes, I have to ask him when we leave here. I need answers or else we will have to stop just as we have recently changed our statuses and titles within the club.
"Aaahh…Don't look at him." I hear Peter breath out.
I glance back over at them to see him reach for her chin and lift her head towards him. He presses his face into hers again and kisses her wildly. Her hands still clenched to the bed, his hand caress her torso, and starts to unclasp her tight nylon corset. After unclasping the last gold metal clasp, he tosses it to the floor violently. Cupping his right hand around her left plump juicy breast, his tongue slides out of his mouth like a snake and licks her hard-thick brown nipple generously as he squeezes her breast.
"Mm..aa...mm... ahh..." Her moans growing quieter even though the vicious pounding gets faster and the smacking of the flesh on flesh grow uncommonly louder.
Peter's entire mouth rests over her hard nipple and as much of her breast as his mouth can hold. She pushes the side of her head into the covers muffling the screaming slash moaning that continue to pour out of her.
Now with both of his hands on both of her breasts he lifts his head to glare at me again. He slows his ferocious pounding, squeezing her breasts peering at me, his expression not as hard and menacing as it has been all night. The evil grin that was on his face before had all but vanished. But his eyes are still cruel as he glares at me while pounding into her and squeezing her breasts and nipples between his hands and fingers. Josie's mouth opens in the shape of a small O as he pinches her sensitive nipples. I look back at his face, his head unmoving, as he continues to gaze upon me. Looking at Josie's face again, I start to imagine that her beautiful mouth is moving up and down my painfully hard organ. She licks her lips, closing her mouth. She opens her eyes and moves her head to look at me again. Our eyes meet again. I feel as though I am melting as I feel the warmth of my semen trickling down my softening head on to my long shaft and over my tender extremely sensitive balls. Moaning I close my eyes, still hearing their moans and now the quiet slapping of skin on skin.