Having entered the unfamiliar basement café by chance, I came across some unusual sights. Sipping strong, bitter tea amid a clientele of bohemians, goths and general weirdos, I saw a man my age and build prostrate himself before a pair of gorgeous women who held court at the table in the rear.

The guy had pleaded his case, offering his “submission,” and the two women had grinned wickedly. Eventually, they told the man to get off the floor and come along. The whole café had watched and seemed to let out a collective sigh.

The scene remained burned in my mind. Although I hadn’t seen or heard anything explicit, I understood the intense sexual context. That man had gone off to be a sub to those imperious women.

I only knew about the submissive/dominant scene from what I’d read online and seen in video clips. I’d never had the chance to experience it firsthand, but the very notion — the erotic philosophy behind it — aroused me on a level that was primal and profound.

I wanted to be dominated. And if my first experience could be domination by two beautiful, fearsome women, I would count myself a lucky man.

Even so, I had to work up the nerve myself before I could go back with intent. Doubts nagged me. Maybe that groveling man already knew those women. Maybe the whole thing was pretend, like performance art. Maybe if I tried abasing myself before them, I would only be humiliating myself — and not in any kind of fun way.

But every sexual venture has an element of risk. What I wanted I wanted very badly indeed. This was the murky side of sexuality, the dark erotic arts. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all. Maybe — probably — what I desired was perfectly natural, an impulse that had been in me all along. But society had shrouded it in taboo, causing me to ignore my lust.

Fuck it, I thought. I would enjoy the forbidden nature of it! Also, to be honest, the naughty aspect only turned me on more.

So I went back to the café with my balls tingling. When I saw the two women at their familiar table, I exhaled in relief. My cock also stirred in my jeans, and my tongue felt thick in my mouth.

I studied the pair for a moment. They were similar but distinct. Both looked lovely and were dressed in racy attire. The body language between them, the way they casually touched one another, told me how deep their connection went. I thought they must be serious partners in dominance. The idea left me breathless.

They surveyed the café. When their two sets of eyes fell on me, it was like physical contact. I felt the air crackle around me. With that, I squared my shoulders, marched toward their table and knelt. I dropped forward with my arms out and my forehead touching the floor, like a true worshipper.

The café went silent, and I spoke my piece. I used some of what I’d heard the other guy say; the rest I improvised. I pledged my body to them. I promised I would do whatever they commanded. I begged them to accept my supplication.

An excruciating wait followed. I didn’t dare raise my head. My pulse beat like thunder in my ears.

Finally, I heard their chairs scrape the floor. A booted toe nudged my ribs roughly.

“Get up, punk,” one woman said. “You belong to us now.”

I followed the women as they exited the café, my posture meek and my eyes downcast, like they’d captured me. My cheeks burned as the café’s patrons stared, but I also loved the attention. Plainly these women had a reputation, and everybody knew I was being taken off to be punished or violated or otherwise tormented.

Some part of me expected to be spirited off to a dungeon. But I was brought to a bedroom in an apartment the two women obviously shared. Nevertheless, the assertive sexual vibe they gave off set the scene nicely.

One harshly said to me, “You don’t wear clothes in our presence.”

Hurriedly, I stripped. My cock sprang out fully hard, and I wondered desperately if that was some infringement of the rules of the house. The one who’d spoken so harshly stepped closer to me. Without warning, she gave my cock a sharp slap. The stinging blow surprised me, but the stern treatment made my dick grow even harder.

“Your cock is ours. We’ll tell you what to do with it. And we’ll tell you when to come. Understand?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Speak!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I blurted out, hoping to hell that was the right term of address.

She grinned, displaying a lovely hint of menace. In a softer tone, she said to the other woman: “Get yourself ready.”

As that gal undressed, I surmised the cock-slapper was the chief dominator.

That was further reinforced when she took manacles out of a drawer and shackled my ankles, then bound my wrists behind my back. The cuffs were padded, but the sense of restricted movement was utterly delicious. I knew instantly this was indeed what I’d wanted.

The naked woman climbed onto the bed. She lay back with her legs open, and I beheld the glistening groove of her pussy. My mouth watered, but I stood still, awaiting my orders.

“I’ll show you how it’s done,” said the still dressed domme. She went to the bed and dropped her face between the legs of her lover.

It was a beautiful sight, pure living porn. I had a good angle on the action. I watched her tongue lapping up and down the other woman’s damp cunt cleft. The beauty on the bed was writhing, her face a mask of pleasure.

“Rebecca! Rebecca!” she called out. Her hips were bucking as she jammed her pussy against Rebecca’s mouth.

The domme seemed to be drilling her playmate deep with her tongue.

My own muscles were tightly clenched as I instinctively strained against my bonds. My cock pulsed, and when I realized a drop of pre-come had leaked from my crown, I froze with sweet fear. Rebecca had told me I could only come when permitted. I hoped that little drizzle of pre-jizz didn’t violate the rules.

My anxiety added to what was, for me, already a ferociously exciting moment. I knew my place, and I accepted and embraced it.

The woman on the bed squealed mightily and thrashed through an obviously potent climax. Rebecca straightened up and turned her blazing eyes on me. Her lips and chin were shiny with copious amounts of pussy juice.

“You do the same,” she said to me. “And you better fucking make her come!”

Moving in the ankle manacles was awkward, but I liked the semi-helplessness of it. Bending over with my arms bound behind me was also a challenge, but I carefully obeyed.

The naked woman’s scent was intoxicating. With my face between her thighs, I feasted on her pussy. I licked her as Rebecca had. My tongue traced her slippery folds, causing her to squirm with pleasure. Her flavor was hot and urgent. I wasted no time in seeking out her clit. I had to make this woman come, and with my fingers unavailable, I had only my tongue to make that happen.

“Yes, punk! Tongue that cunt!” Rebecca demanded.

She followed up the words with an open-handed smack to my backside. Rather than pain, I experienced it as wildly tingling pleasure.

But of course, I did as I was told. I ate that pussy hard. I massaged her clit with my tongue tip until the woman was bucking as intensely for me as she had for Rebecca. Her honey coated my tongue, and I savored her taste.

A hand yanked me back. Rebecca had some strength. I gazed at the gal on the bed, who was sweaty and disheveled in a blissful way. I also noticed that in the interim Rebecca had both shed her clothes and gained herself a cock in the form of a strap-on dildo.

“Now, I’ll show you how to fuck!” she said.

Rebecca drew the other woman to the edge of the bed. With what looked like a practiced movement, she slipped her faux cock into the gal’s well-eaten pussy and began to pound her.

I’d never witnessed a strap-on in live action, and it was a lovely sight. Rebecca worked her hips and drove her artificial appendage in and out of her lover with ease. The woman, still unnamed to me, took each thrust with a visibly mounting pleasure. She must be seriously orgasmic, I thought.

Within minutes, Rebecca had driven her partner over the top yet again. With a victorious grin, she stepped back and turned to me to say, “You better fuck her good.”

Again, it was challenging and joyful to try to perform a sex act while shackled at the wrists and ankles. The woman on the bed helpfully took hold of my cock and guided it into herself. I planted my feet, found a new center of gravity and set off plowing away.

Once I started, it was easy. It was also extremely pleasurable, so much so that I had to check myself lest I shoot off without authorization. Rebecca loomed behind me, once again spanking my butt.

The woman I was fucking met each of my unrelenting strokes by bucking her hips upward. She was starting to look tired, but ecstasy clearly still gripped her. I held her gaze as I sent her over the moon with my energetic thrusts.

Next, Rebecca nudged me away, flipped the woman over and fucked her ass with her lubed-up rod. It was another lovely display. I hoped I’d get to ram my cock into her nether hole, too. But that wasn’t what Rebecca had in mind.

Instead, she ordered me to bend over the bed and moved in behind me. Even before I felt her squirt lube on my asshole, I knew what was coming.

I’d never been fucked before. But I was immediately determined to see this through. I forced myself to relax and accepted the invasion. It still took time for me to adjust. To Rebecca’s credit, she didn’t brutally slam into me. Soon, though, she was steadily reaming my rear.

The other woman sat on the bed, gazing down at me. I realized pleasure was blooming within me, something unexpected and powerful. My cock, which had wilted, quickly came back to full hardness.

The woman on the bed gave me a grin and mouthed: “Come.”

I took that as permission and gave in to the sensations. I shot my jizz while Rebecca fucked my butt, and it was orgasmically glorious.