It was an ordinary house, situated in an average suburban neighborhood. The residents were nice. Most of the properties in the area were middle or upper-middle class, with freshly cut lawns and well-tended flowerbeds. Plenty of minivans and sedans parked in the driveways and along the tree-lined streets. Average. Unassuming. Like they’d all conformed to some unspoken rule of propriety. The kind of place you’d see on a family tv show.3
But there were secrets here too. Some of these residents had private ways of having fun. Some smoked pot late at night. A few of the couples were swingers. And others had darker, kinkier secrets…
***
Althea was on her knees. She wore a black leather halter top and panties, a collar around her neck, and her hands were bound together. She looked slightly ill at ease. She tried to remain calm but the nerves were getting to her.
Her youthfulness attracted welcome attention. There was an elegance about her. Her face was pretty, her body lean and toned. Who wouldn’t be turned-on by her? The setting didn’t require anyone to hide their interest. Or their desire.
There were other women too. They were similarly bound and displayed. They were all being looked over, admired, assessed. Waiting to be bought. They were all gorgeous, and she suspected that they were probably better than her at sex. In short, competition was fierce.
So far, no offers had been made for Althea yet. But of course, the night had only just begun. It was her first time there. The large room resembled a fancy art gallery. Clean, new, with well-dressed patrons looking for objects of beauty on which to spend their money. The commodity on offer here was unusual and certainly taboo; submissive women.2
Althea was certainly ready for it. She had been for a while. She desired it. Finally standing there alone was different than she had expected.. Being objectified in this manner was humiliating. She felt like a piece of meat on display. She wondered how models survived it.
Confusingly, she was also aroused. She was naturally somewhat-shy and being admired in her scantily-clad, aroused state was both excruciating and exciting. She would never have known these other women or patrons otherwise. It was like living a double life; the life of her dreams and fantasies.
She’d been on display for just over an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Finally a man approached. His expression revealed that this was certainly not his first time. He was a stern looking man in his late 40’s. He had a commanding presence. Althea figured that he was a banker, an investor, or some type of influential businessman.
He came to stand in front of her. He didn’t say a word as he looked at the card which had all of Althea’s relevant information:
Name: Althea
Age: 25
Height: 5’7
Weight: 120-ish
Gender Preferences: Men and Women
Fetishes: She enjoys bondage, submission, and being treated like a kitten2
Specialties: Eager to please, a great mouth for sucking, and a tender body to fuck
Level of professional experience: None. Would you like to be her first?
He studied the information like a hedge fund manager looking to purchase a thousand shares of stock. His face remained businesslike, stern. He thought long and hard before finally looking up and making eye contact.
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“You’re new,” he said after a few seconds of contemplation.
“I am.”
She tried to hide her nervousness. She silently repeated to herself that this was a necessary part of the process. This was a new experience that would lead her to a new world. Although she had experimented a little with past boyfriends, she had never done anything like this, or felt anything like this. It was never so organized and intentional, never with people this experienced.
And this was a man who clearly was experienced, who knew what he was doing.
“I’m James,” he said, extending his hand.
She had to bend over awkwardly to take his outstretched hand in her bound ones.
“I’m Althea.”
“Beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“You too,” she answered with a nervous smile. “So, are you interested?”
“I might be. You’re gorgeous. You seem like a nice girl. And I like that you’re new.”
“Why is that? Do you have a thing for new girls?”
The comment was meant to be flirty, but once said, sounded more like an accusation. She breathed a sigh of relief when he simply smiled up at her. Clearly he hadn’t taken offense.
“Something like that,” he said. “I like to work with submissive women who want to be trained. Build them up from scratch. Create a beautiful experience that’s mutually shared.”
Althea nodded. “I’m not as new as I look. I’ve done things. Never professionally though.”
“I don’t claim to be a professional at this. I’m just a normal guy who knows what he wants. I’m a happily married man, and that has obviously limited my experiences with other women.”
“Oh.”
Hearing that he was married was strangely disappointing. She tried not to let her feelings show. She had always been against infidelity. She also knew that most kinksters were heavily against cheating. But she quickly reminded herself that this was business. And at least he had been truthful about his marriage.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured, sensing her distress. “My wife knows.”
“Does she?”
Althea almost couldn’t hide her surprise at his responding so accurately to her unspoken thoughts.
He gave a reassuring nod. “She approves. We’ve experimented with a few things over the years. We love each other dearly. We’re not exactly swingers, but we’re open-minded.”
Althea was happy to hear this. A married couple? A loving married couple? New experiences and open minds? Yes please! Please pick me. Please pick me. Please pick me.. She wouldn’t beg aloud; the sophisticated surroundings demanded more of her. But she was keen. Very keen.
“That’s amazing,” she said instead. “Your wife is a lucky one.”
“I’m the lucky one. I do everything I can to please her.”
This was even more intriguing. “So you two share in the lifestyle? You’re the dom, she’s the sub. And you’re looking for a third person?”
“Something like that. We’re looking for a third person to join us, yes. But she’s not always my sub. We’re usually equal. But when we experiment, she does prefer to submit.”
“Any acts in particular?”
“Ropes, bondage. You know, being restrained. Those sound like your fetishes too. Correct?”
Althea beamed. “They certainly sound familiar.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“What is?”
He smiled, “You’ll see.”
With that, he winked and walked away. She couldn’t tear her eyes off his retreating back as he casually strolled past the other guests and submissives, seemingly able to effortlessly resist the temptation of the other women.
Althea paid close attention to him as he moved away from her. She wanted to make sure he wasn’t considering any other women. She could feel the start of some strange and certainly irrational jealousy: she wanted him. She felt certain that if he didn’t buy her, she would pull out of the experience, and wouldn’t be returning. For some inexplicable reason, and despite the brevity of their exchange, he had made her feel at ease for the first time that evening.
She only felt at ease when she saw him pointing at her as he spoke to one of the madames in charge.
***
The setting was completely different today. Instead of being scantily clad and accessorized with leather and ropes, she was wearing a cotton dress, dress shoes, and a white button-up blouse. Instead of a hall full of submissives waiting to be purchased by dominants, she was in a lecture hall packed with other students.
All she could think about was James having purchased her. What that entailed, how he would treat her, and what the dynamics would be with his wife. The full sum of money she would be receiving was helpful, but not her primary motivation. She had entered into this agreement for the experience and the chance to fulfill some of her kinkier fantasies.
“Althea,” the professor peered at her from the lectern.
She snapped out of her daydream. “Yes?”
“It’s been awhile since I’ve heard from you. You’re up.”
She felt her cheeks turning flush and she tried to flip through the book hoping to create the impression that she had been paying attention.
“Sorry, which case?”
The professor stated the case and Althea did her best to participate. She had already loaded the online case briefs for that day on her laptop, but she was still woefully unprepared, which reflected in her poor answers.
“Did you read the case, Althea?” the professor asked. “If the answer is no, just say so. Spare us all the pain.”
“No,” she answered, blushing and mortified.
The professor addressed the fellow students. “Anyone else?”
Another student raised his hand and proceeded to expertly recite the facts. Normally Althea would be prepared for class. She prided herself on her work ethic, but just not today.
After the lecture, Althea made her way downtown to a particular store. It sold sophisticated and tasteful lingerie, and other such products.
James had given her a cash advance immediately after purchasing her. The money was specifically to ensure that she looked the way he preferred. She was determined to meet his expectations.
She browsed through the expensive pieces of material and finally had a selection to try on. She had selected items she instinctively knew James would want her to wear. Tiny black articles of lingerie. Sheer gossamer bras and panties.
Each piece changed her appearance. Gone was the loving daughter to her parents. Gone was the best friend to her sister. Gone was the law student.
The expensive lingerie and undergarments made her into something new. She gazed into the mirror and liked what she saw. This was the adult grown-up version of Althea. This was her pushing the boundaries. Maybe she’d enjoy this ride. Maybe not. But she had to give it a try. And with a man like James guiding her, she felt certain she was in safe hands.
One hour in the shop and the bill was more than $300. She left the store with her sexy purchases. She felt odd walking down the street with her laptop and casebooks in her smart leather bag over her one shoulder, and a shiny black bag in which her naughty mid-day purchases were concealed.
Unlike most girls her age, she knew what she was doing, and what she wanted in life. And this was what she wanted now. It was her little secret.
The rest of the night went as usual. She lived alone in a tiny one bedroom apartment. She prepared a light dinner of pasta and salad.
At home, she was always totally relaxed. That meant sweat pants, bare feet, a loose t-shirt with no bra, no makeup, and her hair messy as can be. Before bed she played with her phone and replied to a bunch of texts and emails from her friends and family. After washing up, she lay in bed reading a few chapters of a new crime thriller. Severed by Simon Kernick. Just before midnight she put the book down, feeling sleepy and slightly horny. She turned off the lights and crawled under the covers.
Under the covers she slipped her hand into her panties. Late night masturbation usually ended in one of two ways. She’d bring herself to an orgasm, then fall asleep. Or she’d fall asleep with her hand still in her panties, fingers on her clit, with the job left unfinished.1
Tonight was the latter. She had already cum earlier that evening. An extra orgasm before bed would have been nice, but it wasn’t necessary.
The last thing she thought of before dozing off was James. She thought of being his plaything. She thought of being his Kitten. She wondered about his wife. She had no doubt he would have chosen a gorgeous wife. But what would her personality be like? The wife could be a total bitch, or a real sweetheart, or anything in between….
She fantasized about doing all sorts of dirty things to James. But he will in all likelihood be doing those dirty things to her. Those things and probably others she could not even imagine.
***
Given what he was paying for her, she could not insult him by looking anything less than spectacular. Althea was not a girl to disappoint. In this case, James was her buyer; her owner for as long as it lasted.
Since being sold to James, Althea had been spending a considerable amount of time figuring out the perfect outfit – shoes – hairstyle – makeup combination for their arrangement. It was the kind of thing a girl had to get right – no, perfect – especially in her situation. There was no room for error.
She put as much thought into their first ‘date’ as she would have put into her wedding day. And why wouldn’t she? This would be a major event in her young life. Her appearance could make or break this fantasy. Open new doors or close them. God, how she wanted the doors to open. How she wanted this experience to be everything she had hoped for.
The look she settled on was sophisticated-sexy. How could it be anything else? She decided to leave her hair down so she wouldn’t look as serious as she did while studying. It hung in a silky sheath down her back. Red lipstick, because James had told her how erotic he found crimson lips. A touch of mascara and eyeshadow to bring out the color of her eyes. She brushed her high cheekbones with a fine layer of blush to heighten them even more. And finally, black nail polish on her fingernails and toes, just because…
The sleek black dress she chose showcased her lean frame, displayed her upper back and shoulders, and showed-off her shapely legs. It contoured to her body, but still left enough to the imagine. Underneath she wore a sheer black bra and panty set. She was confident that her efforts would drive James -and hopefully his wife- wild. She completed the look with a soft cashmere coat.
After the final touch-ups, she was ready. It was almost evening and it was time to go. As a broke law student who didn’t own a car, James had arranged for a driver to come and pick her up.2
Before leaving her apartment, she took her purse, along with an elegant overnight bag containing the lingerie and other garments she had purchased. She wanted to be prepared in case the look she had put together didn’t satisfy her owners. She had always loved being treated like a doll anyway; having someone pick out her clothes and decide how she should look – being controlled to this extent has always turned her on.1
She hopped into the waiting car, and was soon on her way to the suburbs. She tried to calm her nerves with deep breaths. She had been a city girl all her life, so going out to the suburbs was always a nice change of pace.
She was a little surprised when they reached the street where James lived. She had figured him to be a city person as well, not someone who lived in a quiet area, away from all the action. But he was a lot older than her, and perhaps he was planning to retire.
Getting out, she made an attempt to tip the driver but was told firmly that everything had already been paid for. She thanked him and stepped out of the car.
Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she approached the front door, not knowing if the experience would begin right away, or if they would go slowly.
James must have heard the car’s arrival. He opened the door before she’d even had a chance to knock. He looked amazing. Just as she had remembered. Dressed semi-casually, he had clearly just started to wind down from a busy day at the office.
There was a slight awkwardness now that they were finally face to face again. Should she shake his hand? Hug him? Or just smile up at him mysteriously?
“Welcome,” he said, extending his hand much as he’d done at their first meeting.
They shook hands.
“Thanks for having me.”
“Let me carry that for you.”
Althea clutched at the overnight bag. “No, please, I’m fine. It’s light. I can manage. Really.”
“Very well. Right this way.”
She stepped over the threshold into James’s home, and into her new reality. She removed her shoes and walked barefoot across the laminated wooden floors. She placed her coat on a nearby rack.
James let his eyes run over her. “Beautiful.”
His eyes slowly roamed over her, admiring her appearance and acknowledging the care she had taken with her hair, make-up, and outfit. That he approved was abundantly clear.
“Thank you,” she blushed from the high scrutiny.
James gave a brief tour of the home, all the while making small talk. The house seemed so unlike him, Althea thought. James was a modern man who worked in finance and had a decidedly kinky private life. She had expected his home to be modern too.
On her way here she had already observed that all the houses in the neighborhood were built recently. James’s was a mixture of old and new. It was filled with the latest gadgets – a flat screen tv, the latest computer in the study, and plenty of fancy gadgets all over, many of which Althea had never seen before.
At the same time there were plenty of antique furniture and decor pieces distributed tastefully throughout the house. The furniture looked like it came from antique stores in England, and in her view looked decidedly uncomfortable.
The dining table and chairs made the biggest impression on her though. It was a wooden table, hand-crafted, and looked at least a hundred years old. She couldn’t imagine any shop in the city or suburbs selling anything of its nature. In its center someone had placed a small red-laced tablecloth which to her eye added very little to the decor.
She just had to ask about it, and James smiled.
“It was a gift. The table and the chairs.”
“Some gift,” she answered, like who would ever want that as a gift?
“Ordinarily, I would agree with you. This wooden table is a piece of shit. The seats aren’t much better. My wife and I never feel comfortable sitting on it.”
“Then why not toss it out?”
“There’s history behind it,” he explained. “Would you believe that a member of a royal family in Europe had been tamed on this table?”
Althea raised her eyebrows. “Tamed? Anyone I might have heard of?”
“Not likely. It was one of the more obscure royal families. A princess used to be tied on this table by her lover. She was tied on top, spread eagled, while he ate his meals, drank his wine, with a clear view of the royal pussy displayed in front of him.”4
“Oh my,” she nodded, amused by the story. “Sounds quite risque for a royal. Is this a true story?”
“I’ve seen a few black and white photographs. Unfortunately the pictures didn’t come with the table. If they had, I’d have displayed them all around my house,” he joked.
Their comfortable banter continued as they slowly made their way around the average-sized home. They stopped once to consider a framed photograph of James and his wife.
She’s pretty, Althea thought. She also looked like a corporate type. Smart, capable, fearless. She looked like the kind of woman who was kind-hearted, but wouldn’t take shit from anyone. Althea had a million questions, but didn’t want to appear nosey. She wondered what a successful professional woman like James’s wife would look like in bondage. It was an enticing, and somewhat distracting thought.
“Her name is Katherine,” James said, interrupting her thoughts.
“Your better half. She’s very pretty.”
“I know. She’s also the love of my life.”
“I have to be honest,” Althea said. “I think this whole husband/wife thing is an incredibly arousing thought.”
“Long-time fantasy of yours?”
“Not really. Actually, it had never crossed my mind until you told me that you were married, and that she would be involved in this. I felt something. Something exhilarating. Thrilling.”
“Welcome to our world. We’re not exactly swingers. We’re not exactly dominants. I don’t claim to be the best at this, nor do I claim to have any magical powers. We don’t do this all the time. The only thing I can assure you is that I’ll try my best to please you, if you promise to do the same in return.”
“I promise,” she said without hesitation.
“Althea, your submission is greatly valued. Now let’s go upstairs. It’s time for the next step. My wife will be home in an hour.”
A few minutes later they were in the guest room studying the items Althea had bought and spread on the large queen-sized bed. James had his business face on again. Finally, his eyes seemed to lock on a particular outfit.
“That one,” he said, pointing to a particularly fetching lingerie set.
It was black, sheer, and practically see-through. It was designed to only conceal her breasts and crotch. It could be undone from behind, and pulled from the front. James must have picked it for a specific reason. She couldn’t wait to find out what it was. It seemed as though he had a very clear plan which he would only share at the right time.1
“Nice choice,” Althea agreed. She jokingly struck a sexy pose and put on a sexy voice “Shall I wear it now?”
“Not yet, wait until I’ve left the room. But I’m very eager to see you in this.”
That surprised her. “Really? Most men would have me naked by now.”
“I love surprises. So does my wife. I want us to be surprised by your nudity at the same time.”
“That’s actually very sweet,” she smiled. “You seem like you really love your wife.”
“Hopefully she really loves me too,” he joked.
“With a sex life like this, she’d be crazy not to. Plus, if I may say so, you’re pretty hot.”
“Likewise.”
“Thank you. So how’s this going to work?”
“It’s a simple plan,” he explained. “I’ll close the door. You’ll wait here and get dressed. When the time comes, and that’ll be soon, I’ll come get you, then we’ll have some fun.”
“While we wait for your wife?” she smiled.
He gave a slow nod. “Do you have a lot of experience with women?”
“Not as much as I’d like. I’ve kissed girls before. I’ve only had a few full blown lesbian experiences in my life. You know, sucking, licking.”
“Do you have a preference for older women, around my age? Professional and proper in every way.”
This made Althea smile. “I can assure you, Katherine is going to have a great time tonight, assuming, you know, that you want me to eat her out.”
James smiled, and wagged an admonishing finger at her. “That’s my secret for later. Until then, get dressed, relax, and enjoy. I have one last surprise for you.”
He reached under the bed and placed a shoebox on top of the bedsheet. He opened the box to reveal a pair of shiny black shoes. They weren’t heels, or anything she would have associated with the bondage scene. Simply shiny black shoes, which looked like something people in the 60’s would wear.
“You want me to wear those tonight?” she asked, slightly amused, but open to anything.
“A little silly, I admit. But there’s a reason for it. I’ll tell you about it someday. Now get dressed. She’ll be here soon.”
“I look forward to this evening. Thank you, James. Thank you for choosing me.”
“I think we’re right for each other. Call it a hunch.”
He turned around and left the guest bedroom, closing the door and to leaving Athea alone to change. She slipped out of the dress she had so carefully selected, and removed the bra and panties. She sat down at the dresser naked to touch-up her makeup. This was an important night, a private affair, and she needed to look her very best. She needed to look irresistible.
Finally, came the lingerie.
***
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James obviously knew this, which was why he chose this day for their own private meeting. All Katherine knew was that her husband was planning something special for the night.
Parking in the driveway, she took a quick glance at her reflection in the rearview mirror, making sure her appearance was in order. She was nervous. Maybe James was planning to surprise her at the door? Maybe he’d had a nice romantic welcome arranged and planned to make sweet love to her immediately. Or perhaps he brought home another partner for them? A woman their age? Someone from their neighborhood? A complete stranger?
Katherine had her suspicions. She loved that her husband had an adventurous mind and was a perfect planner. It kept their love life interesting and exciting, which was uncommon in a partnership as old as theirs.
She could feel the nervous anticipation growing as she made her way from the driveway towards the front door. She entered, somewhat surprised that James had not come to meet her. She closed the door loudly, hoping to alert him.
Sure enough, James appeared from the kitchen. The house smelled like fresh cooking, and Katherine sure as hell hoped that a simple home cooked meal wasn’t the big surprise. Having a husband cook a nice meal was appreciated by any good wife, but after all the hype, there better be more.2
They greeted each other with a kiss, but James showed no sign of revealing the surprise. His poker face was strong.
All he said was, ‘Take your time in the shower, then come down to eat. I’m making your favorite.’
There was no indication that tonight would be any different from any other night. James liked being coy. That was part of his game, and part of the seductions. She could play this game too.
“The food smells good.”
She slowly went up the stairs hoping James would at least give her a hint, or at least tell her that she looked beautiful. No such luck. Bastard!
She was disappointed at having to wait longer for the surprise, when she realized that the guestroom door was closed. That could only mean one thing. Katherine smiled to herself and felt a rush of excitement.
***
From the kitchen, Althea could hear that the upstairs shower was running. She could also hear that the water stopped, which meant that Katherine had finished the shower. Factoring the time getting dressed for dinner, and the time it would take to blow dry long hair, Althea estimated that it would be at least 15 minutes before Katherine would come down to the kitchen to view the surprise.
Althea was being bound to the old wooden dining table. Each limb was being carefully tied to each corner of the table. No ropes. Not exactly, anyway.
She was being tied with long streams of red lace. Soft to the touch. Elegant in its appearance. The red lace felt soft against her wrists and ankles as James carefully and expertly went to work. It was obvious that he was an expert with knots. He was careful not to cause discomfort, but at the same time, he made sure that Althea couldn’t move from her position, completely spread-eagled, with her hands and feet bound in opposite directions.
Her body was lying on the red lace table cloth, which had been spread across the table so she wouldn’t feel the coldness of the wood against her back. She didn’t bother to look down at herself, she kept her eyes focused on the ceiling, but she knew what she must have looked like. She was lying there completely helpless, the shiny black shoes were prominent on her feet.
Equally as important, she was in her lingerie, but her back was fully undone, meaning James was likely to remove the lingerie at some point, leaving her totally naked and vulnerable during the meal.
“She’ll be down here at any moment,” James finally spoke. “The rules are simple. When this begins, you aren’t allowed to speak, unless I allow it. You are to do whatever you’re asked. You’ll be fed a nice dinner after. For the rest of the night, you’re simply warm flesh to us, a soft feminine body. Nothing more. If it gets too much, and you wish to stop, say the words red lace, and it will end.”
“Why red lace?”
“It’s a nice codeword.”
“I mean, all this,” she asked from her vulnerable bondage position. “I’m laying on red lace table cloth. You’ve tied me with red lace.”
James rubbed her soft forearm, near the bondage. “I love seeing the contrast between the red lace and soft milky white skin. My wife loves the same contrast. It’s something we save for special occasions.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Of course you are. That’s why I like you. You’re a normal girl with submissive fantasies. You’ll be taken care of. I promise. Now, here she comes.”
James turned away as faint footsteps came down the stairs. Everything felt like slow motion as the footsteps neared, making small creaking noises on the staircase. Althea’s heart raced. This was about to happen. She didn’t dare look. She was too nervous to make eye contact with the wife upon arrival, and if she was honest with herself, she felt a strong sense of embarrassment being tied up like that on the dining table.
The footsteps had stopped and there was a brief moment of silence, which felt like an eternity given the situation.
“For you,” James said to his wife. “Her name is Althea. She’s new to this. I purchased her recently. She’s the surprise I’ve been telling you about.”
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“Don’t be. I cooked your favorite. Sit down at the table and I’ll serve you. Right this way.”
Althea heard the married couple approaching the table. Through the corner of her eye, she saw James guiding his wife to sit by the side of her body. Althea’s heart rate rose, and she didn’t dare look. She kept her eyes on the ceiling, still too embarrassed. It was far too awkward, yet so very arousing that it made her dripping wet.
Once Katherine was seated in her wooden chair, Althea knew that the wife was still staring at her, either in disbelief, shock, or excitement. Or maybe all of the above.
James moved around the kitchen, setting up two glasses and opening a bottle of wine, then filling the glasses. Then James brought two plates of food, which were covered to maintain the surprise. He put the plates on the wooden table, near Althea’s body.
“Now, for the meal,” James said, still standing.
He opened the lid and presented his home cooking, and Katherine complimented on how good it looked and smelled. Althea also thought about how good the food smelled, but she was so nervous, she wouldn’t have been able to eat anyway.
“And now, for the main course,” James added.
He gently grabbed a hold of Althea’s lingerie, which was untied from the back, and prepared to pull. Oh god. In a swift motion, he yanked it away, leaving Althea totally naked on the table, giving the married couple a perfect view of her nude figure for the very first time.
If Althea didn’t feel the rush before, she did now. Her excitement was so high, she nearly burst into a sweat. Her pussy had twitched the moment her body was exposed to the happy couple. Her small tits felt stiff. Her pink nipples instantly turned rock hard. Her cunt turned wet.
“She’s beautiful,” Katherine said softly.
“I know. And she’s all ours.”
“For how long?”
“Depends. How long do you want her? Hours? Days? Weeks? Forever?”
Hearing the couple talk about her like a simple commodity made Althea feel like a sex object. She relished the feeling.
The next thing, the couple laughed to themselves. Katherine’s response must have come in the form of a whisper, or simply moving her lips and mouthing a word silently, or a gesture. Whatever the response was, Althea didn’t hear it.
When James sat down to begin eating, Althea instantly noticed that he had a clear unobstructed view of her spread eagled pussy from where he sat. The guy was going to eat his dinner with his wife, while a clear view of a wet pussy was in front of him. She knew that this couple shared an interesting sex life, but this was taking it to a whole new reality. One that made her all the more excited.
For the next while, Althea kept her eyes on the ceiling, listening to the couple talk about normal things, about their day, their work and a few passing comments about sex. All the while, Althea’s pink nipples remained hard, and her pussy remained wet.
The sounds of the forks and knives against the plates slowed to almost silence, and Althea realized that they probably couldn’t focus on eating. Not with a naked body tied to their dining table.
“Ready for dessert?” James asked his wife.
Katherine took a deep breath. “You know what? I am. It’s been a long day and I deserve something to reward myself.”
“It’s all yours.”
James took the plates and put them in the sink. Then came the sound of Katherine’s chair slowly moving back, as if she was hesitant in some way. Then she moved to where her husband had just been sitting, getting the clear view of Althea’s open pussy. Both of them stood side-by-side, admiring the unobstructed naked view of the submissive.
“Is she okay with this?” Katherine asked her husband in a confidential manner, even though the sub was obviously listening.
Althea wanted to scream, ‘Yes! Eat me already!’ but refrained from doing so, per James’s rules of submission.
“She has experience with women,” James explained. “In fact, she apparently is very much open to a woman like you; classy, mature, professional.”
“You’ll be the death of me,” Katherine said with a playful tone to her husband.
“Maybe not me. But this will.”
The next thing Althea felt was wine running down her outer lips. James was pouring the wine onto her pussy, with a slow and steady stream, meant to flavor the taste of her. It had a cool feeling and it tickled a little. It was a far different feeling than taking a shower, because the liquid was being concentrated on just her pussy.
Knowing that the married couple was observing wine being poured on her pussy, in anticipation of tasting it, made Althea both nervous and aroused. She was ready for this. Any more waiting, and she’d be one unhappy girl.
Luckily, she didn’t have to wait very long. She heard the sound of Katherine coming closer, then pausing to look at the wine drenched pussy. Then Katherine gave it a nice lick, tasting the wine, and her pussy in the process. Then came another lick. Then a few more.
“How does she taste?” James asked.
“Like fine wine, with a little something extra. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. She looks like such a sweet girl.”
“Does she taste like a sweet girl too?”
Katherine gave a faint laugh. “You know what I mean. Anyway, enjoy your little show.”
With that, Katherine went back to licking the pussy until the wine flavor was licked away. Then she darted her tongue inside the open and spread hole, where there were still trickles of wine flavor inside, combined with the natural pussy juice from Althea’s arousal.
God, this made Althea want to moan and cry. She was being eaten by a respectable woman while the husband watched. This was beyond her wildest fantasy. Never in a million years did she ever think it would come to this. Yet here she was, enjoying Katherine’s mouth.
The tongue continued its work inside Althea’s pussy. In her young life, she had only received oral sex from another woman once, and that was in college with a friend in her study group. They were both pretty inexperienced when it came to eating pussies. Although they did try their best.
Now, as Althea tried her hardest to relax and enjoy Katherine’s skill, she knew that Katherine was experienced. It was clear that the older woman knew what she was doing as she spread Althea’s pussy even further with her hands, pressed her lips tight, and sucked, while probing her tongue deeper inside the hole.
Althea wanted to moan and scream, but she did her best to remain as quiet as possible. She wanted to obey the rules set forth by James, not to speak unless spoken to.
It wasn’t long before an orgasm approached. Althea’s muscles flexed and she tugged against the red lace bondage around her wrists, pulling with her pathetically weak biceps. It was pointless of course, but she needed some way to release the tension.
“I think she’s going to cum,” James pointed out, amused.
Katherine didn’t remove her mouth. “Mmm Hmm…”
The only sounds in the room were that of Althea moaning, and the sound of Katherine slurping on the pussy.
It came in an instant. Althea’s body jerked and she became breathless for a few seconds. The orgasm was like a riptide that flowed through her helpless body. The bondage seemed to enhance her orgasm. The bondage gave her the feeling that she was vulnerable and that she had to accept whatever came her way. There was no way for Althea to crouch down or hang over, or jerk her body, all the things she normally did. The bondage forced her to let the intense pleasure flow through her veins.
Then she relaxed, panting hard, with her pussy wet.
Katherine removed her mouth, “I think I did my job.”
“I’d say so. Now it’s your turn. I want to see you cum next.”
“How?”
“How do you think?” James retorted. “Remove your bottom clothes. Straddle the girl’s face until you cum all over her.”
The thought made Althea’s pussy twitch.
Katherine gave a hesitant pause, “Do you think that’s…”1
“Do it. Althea knows the safeword. She’s a strong girl.”
After another moment of pause, Katherine got to her feet and removed her bottom clothes. Then she stepped on the chair to place her knees on the wooden dining table. When she straddled herself above Althea, that was the moment when both women had a good look at each other.
Katherine looked down and saw Althea’s pretty face, fresh from an orgasm, looking as helpless as any good submissive servant.
Althea looked up and saw the face of a proper everyday woman. The kind of woman you’d see at the grocery store. The kind of woman who always dressed sharply for work. The kind of woman who was a role model to other women. Not only that, Althea also saw the woman’s gaping wet pussy, as Katherine had her legs spread apart, ready to lower.
The pussy came down slowly, inching towards Althea’s mouth in the straddled position. Finally, it came, and Althea’s young mouth touched the lips of Katherine’s mature pussy.
Althea was far from being a pro when it came to pussy eating. But she did her best given the circumstance that she couldn’t move her body. The principles were fairly simple though, in terms of oral technique. She pressed her lips tightly onto the pussy, licked the best she could, darted her tongue inside the warm, wet hole, and occasionally gave a few sucks.
The position was uncomfortable for Althea. It was hard to breathe and sometimes there was too much weight pressed on her mouth and face. Luckily, Katherine was very attentive to how much she lowered herself, and how much of her pussy to feed the helpless girl.
Katherine arched her head back and enjoyed the oral experience. She reached down with one hand, with her husband looking on, and fingered her clitoris with two fingers, in a fast circular motion.
This time, it was Katherine’s turn to orgasm. It was a strong orgasm, which resulted from her need to release after a busy day at work. These kinds of days always needed a heavy release, and Althea would have to bear the brunt of it.
Katherine cried as she came. She squirted in Althea’s mouth- the poor girl. She wondered if Althea would hate her for this. But that was something she didn’t let herself worry about too much at the time. Her main focus was the orgasm. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back a little. She always enjoyed the rush of squirting.
When she was done and her mind was reeling, breathing heavily, she hoped that Althea enjoyed it too. Looking down, she saw Althea with a wet face and wide eyes, looking both stunned and so very aroused at the same time.
Katherine moved her pussy away and bent down to give the girl a kiss on the forehead, then another kiss on the cheek, then one more on the lips.