The key to this dominant woman’s heart is not one submissive man … but two.

There are several basic requirements that I expect to be met by my submissive boyfriend, Gregory: Punctuality. Good manners. Neatness. All of those are deal breakers for me. But I also crave something other dommes might not. I like a willful spirit. Perfection offers me nothing to work with. Occasionally, I want backtalk, an unexpected pout, even an eye roll — something I can latch on to.

Even more than that, I want surprises.

Last night, Gregory gave me the whole package.

He was a few minutes late to arrive for our date. I saw him glance at the clock on the wall when he walked in. Some dominatrices might forgive a minute or two, but not me, and Gregory knows this full well. Still he didn’t apologize, didn’t even give an excuse for his tardiness. Next, he threw his jacket toward the rack, but when the leather missed the hook, he didn’t bother to pick it up. The battered military jacket lay there on the hardwood floor.

That had me sitting a little straighter in my chair. The game was definitely on.

With purpose, he strode into the room and changed the radio station on the stereo. I’m not kidding here. He switched the seventies rock-and-roll on the dial to some horrible classical station. I couldn’t take anymore.

“Strip,” I said. “And turn off the fucking music.” What was it? Bach?

Gregory hesitated for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure how far he wanted to push me, but I saw the glint in his eyes. “You want me to be naked when we have company?”

I looked around the room, confused. Company? We didn’t have any company. As far as I knew, we had no plans to go out, nor any plans to entertain in. And then I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat nervously, and I looked back toward the doorway. There stood a man I recognized from Gregory’s job. It was Dirk, the heartthrob of the sales force, a coworker with whom Gregory was always battling for first place. Dirk caught all the ladies’ attention — with his black hair and midnight-blue eyes, strong jawline, perfect nose — and as far as I knew he was Greg’s biggest competition.

I couldn’t have been more surprised to see him standing there blushing in my doorway, looking as out of place and unsure of himself as he possibly could.

I glanced from Dirk to Gregory to Dirk, and I felt myself starting to understand. Greg had been paying attention when I had told him one of my most treasured fantasies — the chance to dominate two men at once. I hadn’t thought we’d get to this point. In fact, I never really thought the fantasy would come true. Apparently, Gregory had decided to top from below — setting the stage without any assistance or instruction from me.

Like any girl, the fact that my man had surprised me in a romantic way made my heart go pitter-pat. Unlike most other girls, my response was going to include handcuffs, blindfolds and ball gags.

I looked hard at Dirk. Did he know what he was getting into? Before I had a chance to ask Greg how much of our private life he had shared with his coworker, Dirk dropped to his knees. Oh, damn. The sight of this handsome man showing me his subservience made me suck in my breath. I was in heaven, like I’d entered a candy store and found a life-size version of my favorite treat.

“I don’t want to get Greg into any trouble,” Dirk said from his knees. “But he did tell me about the things you do to him. The way he serves you. And I begged him to let me join you.”

“Begged is a good word,” I said, standing before him. I wanted to have the power in the room, and I was glad I was already wearing my highest heels. Greg smiled at me. He clearly thought I was going to reward him for bringing me a new sub. Of course, “reward” is relative. What I was going to do to Greg for setting this up without asking me first was going to be painful, but my man is into pain. So it would be a reward, after all.

“Greg,” I said, “let’s do a demonstration for Dirk, so he can see exactly what is in store for him tonight.”

Greg seemed startled by my words. Maybe he thought he was going to get a free pass. Perhaps, he believed that I’d take out all my aggression on his coworker and let him bask in the role of the observer. No such luck. I went to the mantle and lifted Gregory’s collar. Then I said again, “Strip.” Greg didn’t hesitate. He took off his clothes and then lowered his head, waiting for me to collar him. I buckled the strap of leather around his neck and then pushed him down on his hands and knees. To Dirk’s obvious delight and Greg’s palpable humiliation, I attached a leash to the collar and prepared to lead Greg to our dungeon room at the back of the house.

“You can follow if you promise to behave,” I said to Dirk, who was staring at me with huge, lust-filled eyes.

“You can also promise not to behave,” I added, “and the night will definitely be more interesting for you.”

Then I strode down the hall with Gregory padding next to me on his hands and knees. When we reached the dungeon, I pulled him to standing, removed his leash, and fastened him against the wall, with his wrists cuffed on either side of his head and his legs spread wide. I knew Dirk was watching my every move. I could sense his cock growing bigger. How could it not be based on the scenario in front of him? Most subs only get to witness scenes like this in x-rated movies. And there we were, putting on a real-life show for him.

I started with one of my favorite floggers, crisscrossing Gregory’s ass and thighs with the tiny strands of cobalt blue suede. My boy jumped and bucked as the leather hit his skin, but he didn’t ask me to stop. I peeked around him and saw that he was fully erect. His dick was leaking pre-come, and I knew it wasn’t only from his first taste of pain for the evening. His arousal was due both to the pain and the fact that he was being watched, and not just by me.

“See?” I looked over at Dirk. “This is how Greg likes to spend his nights, completely in my power. I can whip him like this all night long, and he won’t come unless I tell him to.”

I saw Dirk’s hand sneak down to the front of his slacks, and I was on him in a flash.

“No, baby. No. You don’t get to touch yourself unless I say so. I thought you’d understand that.”

He pulled his hand away. I stroked him instead, running my palm up his shaft, so hard even through his slacks. “You like watching Greg get his whipping, don’t you?” I asked. “You’ll like it even better when you’re the one tied to my wall, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I smiled. So Greg had told him how to address me. “But not yet,” I said. “We still need to deal with the fact that Greg went behind my back and told you our secrets. Don’t we, Greg?” I said the last part louder, and my boy knew to respond to the query. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

I returned to my lover’s side, and I began to probe his asshole. Greg groaned and whimpered as I tickled his hole. While Dirk watched me, I lubed up a nice-sized butt plug and screwed the toy firmly into Greg’s ass. Then I uncuffed him from the wall and had him go onto his haunches.

“You told secrets,” I said. “What will I do about that?” Greg stayed mute. He didn’t want to give me any ideas. I could have taken him into the adjoining room and washed his mouth out for him. But we had a new plaything at our disposal. I looked at Dirk. “Feel like getting your dick sucked?” I asked.

Dirk looked wary.

“He gives great head,” I said. “I can vouch for that. His tongue skills are amazing.”

I believed this was going to be a night of firsts for Gregory’s coworker. Dirk nodded, and I smiled. “Take off your clothes and stand against the wall.”

I stroked my pet as Dirk undressed and got into the position I’d instructed. Then I cuffed Dirk so that he was facing the room and told Gregory to get busy. “You need something in your mouth,” I said, “so that you don’t spill any more secrets.”

"He stroked my button with finesse, and in seconds, I was in the throes of a shattering orgasm."

Greg was a good boy. He crawled forward and then he opened his mouth and started to suck on the head of Dirk’s hard cock. I watched the men carefully. Dirk’s eyes had shut and his face had relaxed into pleasure. He didn’t seem to care that it was a man sucking him off. I came closer and began to pinch Dirk’s nipples while Greg continued to blow him. Dirk rattled the handcuff chains, stretching the bindings to the limits. I rewarded Greg for his good work by spinning the plug in his ass. I could tell how much he liked that when he moaned around Dirk’s cock, and I could tell how much Dirk liked that when he groaned and started to fuck Greg’s face.

What a pretty pair they were. But I wasn’t satisfied with merely watching. And I knew Greg was a long way from coming. I pulled him off Dirk, and the handsome brunet looked like I’d robbed the icing off his birthday cake.

“You didn’t think you were going to get to come yet, did you?” I gave his cock a playful swat, and Dirk bit hard on his bottom lip and stared directly into my eyes. “No, Mistress.”

“Good, because where would the fun be in that?”

As I said “fun,” I gestured to the rest of the toys and tools in the dungeon. There were so many items on display. We hadn’t even gotten started yet.I reached for a blindfold and showed it to Dirk. “Are you game?”

He nodded.

“Do you have a safeword?”

“I’ve never needed one,” he said, nearly stuttering on the confession, and I could see the naked yearning in his eyes.

“Choose one while I set up Greg,” I told him, and then I chose a second blindfold for my man. I had him upright once more and bound him in place as I had the first time. Then I blindfolded Dirk and adjusted his bonds so he was facing the wall. “Safeword,” I said to Dirk.

He gave me the name of the dealership where both he and Greg worked. That made me smile. I petted his ass, and then I lifted my favorite implement — a hefty paddle. I struck Greg first, and I saw Dirk flinch in sympathy. I got up close behind Greg and pressed against him so he could feel the warmth of my body. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I reached around and gave his dick a good, hard pull. He groaned, and I stood back and slapped the paddle against his ass. He seemed to sag against the wall. He was in that fabulous sub headspace, I could tell, lost in pleasure and pain, lust and desire. I gave him another blow to even out the color in his cheeks. Then I stood directly behind Greg and gave him the type of workout he truly craves. We’ve been together for several years, and I am fully aware of how much he can take and how much he desires. I try to tiptoe along the boundary between those two concepts. I spanked his ass until he was humping the wall. Then I gave the butt plug a nice hard twist and said, “Whose ass is this?”

“Yours, Mistress.”

“That’s right.” I pulled the plug out a little bit more and then I shoved it back in, and he whimpered. “Now I’m going to take care of Dirk,” I said, and I could see Dirk stand up straighter at my words.

I returned to Greg’s guest for the evening and said, “I’ll give you ten, and then I will let you fuck me. How does that sound?”

“Good, Mistress. So good.”

I spanked him fiercely and then ran my palms over his hot asscheeks.“You liked that?” I asked.

“Oh, yes.”

“Have you ever submitted to a woman before, Dirk?”

He shook his head, and then caught his error and said, “No, Mistress.”

“Well, you’re not done yet.”

I uncuffed him and undid the bindings at his ankles. Then I took his place on the wall, right next to Greg, and said, “Gregory, Dirk is going to fuck me. And you’re going to listen to the sounds of my pleasure. And then, Greg, guess what? You’re going to lick all my juices off Dirk’s cock. Does that sound like a proper reward for you?”

I didn’t even have to ask. Greg’s dick was bouncing in the air, like a divining rod in search of pussy. He was completely overwhelmed by what I’d described. I took off Dirk’s blindfold, and I said, “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I want you to fuck me, and as you fuck me, I want you to tell Greg exactly how it feels.”

Dirk’s eyes looked almost black, such a dark night blue. I was sure his ass was still stinging, but his cock was hard and ready. He plunged inside me, and my pussy tightened around him. “You’re so sweet,” he said, “so dripping wet.”

“Don’t tell me,” I demanded. “Tell Greg.”

“She’s hot and wet around my dick,” Dirk said. I knew that Greg was loving every detail. Being deprived of being in my pussy himself, and listening to another man fuck me — that had to be the most tormenting mindfuck I’d ever given him. But he deserved it. Surprising me with a new sub without asking permission? He’d deserve it if I put on a strap-on and fucked his ass while I made him suck off Dirk.

Hell, that wasn’t a bad idea.

But not yet. Dirk’s cock in my pussy was touching me just right. I’d been aroused since Greg had first been late. I was more turned on than I had ever been before.

“Tell him more,” I said. I was sure Dirk was up for the challenge. As one of the head salesmen on the lot, he had a silver tongue. He didn’t let me down. As he drove his cock deep inside me, he said, “Greg, you were right. She’s got a pussy like melting caramel. So warm and wet and sweet.”

“Greg said that?” I asked.

“He said there was no place he’d rather be than between your thighs.”

“And when did the conversation come up?” I asked, breathless but curious.

“Over beers last night,” Dirk said, still rutting against me. “I won a bet. He had to confess a secret. I couldn’t believe what he told me.”

If I knew my Greg, then I knew he’d lost the bet on purpose. I loved him even more for that.

“Now, touch me,” I said. “Stroke my clit. Make me come.”

As Dirk fucked me, he ran one hand between our bodies and found my clit. He was an expert at this. I was sure he’d had his share of experience. He stroked my button with finesse, and in seconds, I was in the throes of a shattering orgasm. I came hard and loud for Greg’s benefit, but then managed to pull myself together.

“Don’t come in me,” I insisted to Dirk, who looked like he was right on the brink. “Greg has to fulfill his next part of the deal.” It took a lot of willpower on my part, but I pulled off of Dirk’s cock and then undid Greg’s bindings. He was still blindfolded, and I left him like that. I pushed him on his knees and had him suck my juices off Dirk’s cock.

Greg demonstrated what a good boy he can be. He cleaned Dirk expertly, and then he kept sucking while waiting for my next urgent command.

I faced the wall and told Dirk to have at me. “Come in me,” I said. “Come deep inside me.”

Dirk was at the point of no return. He slammed against me with Greg sitting right at our side. He ground his body firmly on mine, and then said, “Mistress, may I? Please? Please?”

“See how important begging can be?” I asked him. “Yes, you may come.”

He came on my words, and I looked down and saw that Greg had come as well, making a puddle on the floor. I let Dirk ride out his pleasure, and then I moved away from him. Even though Greg had come, he was still hard — or maybe he was simply hard again.

I grabbed Greg by the collar and pulled him to my split. While Dirk watched, Greg pressed his face to my snatch and began to eat me out.

“Do you like watching that?”

Dirk nodded, then “Yes, Mistress’d” me.

“Now you get to watch him fuck me.” I pulled Greg up and leaned against the wall. He stood with his cock aimed at my pussy, waiting for my okay. I kissed him and grabbed him to me, and he started to fuck me fast from the start. Dirk looked unsure of what I wanted him to do. I was panting from the way Greg was taking me, but I managed to issue one last command. “Work that plug in his ass,” I said to Dirk. “Rock it in and out.”

Dirk didn’t hesitate. He stood behind Greg, and I could tell when he began to fuck Greg with the butt plug. I spoke to both men at once. “Next time,” I said, “we’ll use the plug in Dirk’s ass. Would you like that, Dirk?”

“God, yes.”

“And then maybe I will have you fuck each other. Would you like that, boys?”

They said “yes” in unison. I liked the power I had, liked the fact that I was orchestrating the situation even as I was having my pussy plunged.

“And maybe,” I said, “just maybe, I will tie you both against the wall and whip you simultaneously. You can have a contest, like you do at the dealership. See which one of you can last the longest without coming all over the wall. Loser has to lick up the winner’s juice.”

As I spoke, I started to come again. I couldn’t stop myself. I told Greg that he could come, too, and he filled me with his seed. I pushed him away and reached for Dirk, who had been resurrected by watching the action in front of him.

“Okay, stud,” I said. “You’re up.” He slid back into me, and I found myself coming on his cock, one more time. “I could get used to this,” I said to Greg as I pulled off his blindfold. “I really could.”

Let me tell you, two for one has never been so fucking sweet.

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