"I´d like to get up today."I am still a bit wobbly, but sitting outside, just watching the sea, feels good. Michael sits with me, saying nothing, holding my hand. I see him glance down, fingering the empty spot where, previously, I wore the two rings.He looks away again, staring out to sea.-----Inside the house, I find the rings, just where I left them on the mantle some weeks ago. I can´t yet bring myself to wear them, but don´t want to ignore them. So, I compromise.Fishing out a small locket from my belongings, I slide it off its chain, slipping on the matching rings instead, gleaming bright, in red and white and gold. Hanging the chain around my neck, I tuck it under my clothes.-----As I stand, staring out of the window, over the endless sea, my Master stands behind me, head resting on mine, one arm around my waist."Master, do you realise what today is?""Mmm... No. What is today?""It´s exactly a year ago, that you bought me.""Is it? Yes, so it is." H
I need an excuse to visit the City, but without the company of my two Lovers. How to detach myself from them without arousing their suspicions? Indeed, how to get there? The only car here is my Master´s. I don´t quite want to ask if I can borrow it without him. He is bound to ask why.My excuse is provided for me."I have to go into the City tomorrow." announces my Master. "But I´ll be there and back in a day. Either of you want to come? Change of air?""Not me," says Michael, "I´m quite happy here. Everything´s running fine back at the Centre, and I´d rather listen to waves and gulls, than traffic.""I´ll come, Master. I want to do some shopping: a couple of new tee-shirts and stuff. And I´ll pick up some groceries too."He swallows it whole."Fine. Perfect. We´ll set off early."I drive, dropping my Master off at the Haswell Building for his meeting. "What time should I pick you up?""I´ll send you a message when I think we´re going to wrap up. Just check your phone e
He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard cock from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master´s cock-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my pussy, testing me.Michael´s voice, "She´s dripping. Our Charlotte´s back again."Then his hand pushes the back of my head, pressing me down over my Master´s pulsing shaft. "Go on. We both expect to see more than that in there. Get your mouth around him properly." I gape, as pushed inexorably downwards, the thick shaft penetrating my mouth, I take as much as I can."Thank you, Michael. I believe I can handle matters at this end. You make sure that that end is kept busy."Michael rams into me from behind, making me ´Mmmfff!!!´ through my mouthful of cock. He pumps hard, my pussy streaming as he pistons into me. A hand snakes aroun
Under the shade of a palm tree, hot sun, scalding the sky to a white shimmer, sends reflections blindingly across the pool. Michael, suckling at my nipple, cupping the breast in one hand, is playing havoc with my clit with the fingers of the other.Lying on a couple of beach towels, with just enough breeze to make the hot air bearable, I came out to lie in the shade. My Golden Lover arrived minutes later with a bottle of oil in his hand and the devil in his eyes."You´ll burn if you lay out like that, skin like yours. Let me oil you over.""I´m in the shade."He sucks his lips. "Let me put it another way. I would like to oil you over..." His grin is wicked. I can´t miss his meaning."Don´t think we need this, do we?" he says, reaching around me to unfasten my bikini top. Lying back, I stretch like a cat, arms over my head, displaying myself for him. Sunlight gilding his blond hair, bleached now almost to white against his deep summer tan, he grins, teeth very white against
The following day, tidily dressed in a crisply pressed white blouse, knee-length black shirt and inch heeled court shoes, I alternate between excitement and nerves. My Master drives me to the office. "Good luck," he says, giving me a peck on the cheek, and squeezing my hand.Checking in the bathroom that my long hair, rebellious at the best of times, has not escaped the multitude of pins keeping it firmly under control, I present myself at reception."I have an appointment with Mr Haswell. I´m..."I stall...What am I called?"Ah yes, Charlotte Conners isn´t it? Mr Haswell said to send you right in." The receptionist waves me towards the door.I tap."Come in."Richard Haswell is sitting on a low seat overlooking a vast cityscape. Wall to wall windows give a bird´s eye view of most of the City, drawing the eye over the river and beyond, to where I know his city renovation project is ongoing.He stands, smiling, holding out his hand to shake. "Good afternoon, Charlotte
Standing very close to me, holding me tight at waist and shoulder, the flogger in his hand trailing tails down the naked skin of my back, my Master inhales. "Ah, there´s my girl. Wet already. You smell wonderful."My hips, pressed tight against his, feeling his erection hard against me, quiver at his words. He backs away from me, with that non-smiling smile of his, allowing the leather tresses to trail over my shoulder as he moves.The faces beyond, pale against the darkness, seem mesmerised by the performance. There is not a sound, only the gaze of a hundred eyes on me.Michael, stepping behind, curves his arms around me, running hands over the flatness of my stomach, up through the curve of hip and waist, over the roundness of my heavy breasts. The eyes follow his every movement, as he displays me to them.The beautiful dress sparkles and shimmers as it ripples under his hands before, fingers rising to the nape of my neck, he unbuttons the halter; the two tiny buttons which a
The following day, back at the office:"Have you ever taken meeting minutes, Charlotte?""No, I haven´t, Sir.""You´re starting now. I want you to sit in on this." Haswell waves me over to a chair at the far end of the conference table.As a dozen or so people gather around the table, I start jotting down a note of their names.One man sits about halfway along the table. Short and tubby, for some reason, he looks familiar, and as I look up, for a moment there is a flash of semi-recognition, then he looks away, as though he also thinks that he knows me. I chew my lip, trying to place his face, then dismiss it as the meeting assembles.Haswell sits at the head of the table, my Master beside him. The content of the meeting is mundane enough, but I find it useful and interesting, as I learn the roles of the people involved, timetables for work, scheduling for supplies and plans. It is easy enough to keep up with my note-taking.The man I think I recognise keeps glancing acros
Haswell purses his lips. "If it is to do with the nature of the... um, relationship, between you, I can see that it might embarrass you, but it´s hardly blackmail material; especially since I already know about it.""You do?""I do.""How...?""Charlotte, when a man of James´ age, however much I respect him, is quite so fulsome in his praise of a young woman, especially a young woman so, excuse me, but so beautiful, as you are, I have to question his motives.""He said that he got me the interview with you, but that the rest is up to me."He smiles, wryly, "Well, that´s true enough.""So...?" I say cautiously, not knowing quite where this is going."Charlotte, I´ve had an eye kept on you for the last day or so. As I said at our initial talk, I´m not too sure what to make of you. When I meet someone who seems too good to be true; academically brilliant, judging by your exam results, attractive, likeable, highly motivated... I start looking for the snag, the downside... "
MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
BETHMichael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...... Should I stop?... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. "The Lady´s turn, I think," he says, "before I blow my top entirely too early..."Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. "Onto the bed with you, Madam," he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements."I´d like to lie you down and massage you," he says, "but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up..." And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...... Ye gods, but he´s strong...... re-adjusting me to his liking. "That´s i
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
MICHAELBeth is blushing... and when I look at her, she drops her gaze.Ah...This isn´t about just Christmas dinner, then...Then I chuckle."What´s funny?" asks Richard. But there´s a twinkle in his eye that says he knows exactly what is funny."If you knew how many times this morning James has stopped me cornering Charlotte and um... wishing her a Merry Christmas."Eyes crinkling, he starts to reply, but..."Are you going to keep them on the doorstep all day?" asks James from over my shoulder."Oh, I´m sorry," I apologise. "You caught me by surprise. I´m not thinking straight..." I cast a glance back at James. "Someone kept me in the dark about this." He looks entirely unrepentant, simply giving me a ´Who? Me?´ kinda look...Charlotte´s voice echoes down the hall. "Who is it?""Come and look," I shout.She appears down the hall in an apron and a wooden spoon in one hand. She sees Beth and Richard, shrieks with surprise and comes running down the hall, arms st
JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom