I know a lot of dommes who keep a ready stable of playthings, lovers they can call up at a moment’s notice and set an evening into motion.

But I’ve always been more spontaneous, a woman who likes to live without knowing exactly how an evening will end. This weekend, I went out with a submissive date, a man who lives to please, who loves to please. In fact, he will do anything I whisper in his ear. We were in a corner booth at a jazz club, and I noticed a young woman watching us. She was by herself, and she seemed to be more interested in our little corner of the room than in the combo on the stage. I told Darren to invite her over. He didn’t balk. He didn’t ask me what I had in mind. He simply strode to her table at the next lull in the music and invited her to join us. At least, that’s what I imagine he did. Because soon he was on one side of me and she was on the other, and we were exchanging names and flirtatious glances.

Perhaps, she’d been eyeing him. I don’t know. But I had the feeling she’d been cruising the two of us, and that made me feel warm and ready deep in the base of my belly. I was hungry for lust and desperate to stretch my skills. When the band quit for the night, I invited Joelle to join us at my place for drinks.

“Or to be one,” I said, dangling the suggestion in front of her eyes.

“Be… ”

“A drink to be savored,” I suggested. We were out on the sidewalk now, the neon lights of the club winking above us. Darren was at my side, looking ready for anything, as he always is.

Joelle seemed interested, her eyes wide. But she said, “Yours to drink? Or his?”

“The thing is,” I told her, “I tend to orchestrate. Usually, I tell Darren what to do. I have him lick my pussy. I make him bow down for me while I wear a strap-on. I demand that he let me cuff him. Whatever feel I need.”

“You’re his… ”

“Mistress,” Darren said, proudly. So proudly. I wanted to ruffle his ebony curls and kiss his sweet lips, but I held back. We were out on the street in the night with cabs speeding by. We needed privacy for what I had in mind — a night of debauchery — so I made my bid.

“What if I tell you what to do, and then the two of you perform for me?” I suggested in a low tone.

Joelle’s eyes seemed to shine.

“And then,” I said, “I’ll reward you if I’m pleased, or… ”

“Or,” Joelle echoed.

“Or I’ll punish you if you fall short of my expectations.”

She kissed me. I was startled by this imp’s rebellious side. I would have slapped her face, except the kiss warmed me. When a kiss is that unexpectedly delicious, you go with it. That’s not to say I forgot who I was or what I prefer.

“You’ll get a spanking for that,” I assured her in a husky whisper, “as soon as we’re someplace private.”

“You promise?” she taunted. Darren looked at her, clearly shocked by the impudent way in which she was talking to me. That was okay. She didn’t know me yet. She would.

We hurried to my place, and as soon as we reached my bedroom, I made good on my promise. I spanked her perky ass with my favorite wooden paddle until she was breathless and the scent of her aroused pussy perfumed the room. What a feast this nymph was turning out to be.

Then, to even things out, I gave Darren a matching spanking, bending him over my lap and paddling him smartly, so both sets of their buns were glowing red. I felt all hot inside myself, from exerting my power. Then I told Darren I wanted to see Joelle fuck him. He seemed shocked that I would give him over so quickly, but I wanted to see if Joelle would be obedient for me. I knew Darren would.

Joelle slid effortlessly, almost elegantly, into the harness and strap-on. The leather device fit her hips as if made for her sleek physique. I saw her masterfully grip her faux dick, and I had the thought that this girl was a ringer. She knew her way around a cock. She checked in with Darren to see if he was really good with what she was doing. That move tugged at my heart. A dominant needs to be aware of her sub’s boundaries. Darren was more than good, though. His cock was so damn hard. Joelle gave him a proper fucking, taking him nice and deep and not letting on in the slightest if she was becoming hot and bothered herself.

When I sensed Darren was on the cusp, I had Joelle stop. Then I cropped my beautiful boy, right on the backs of his thighs, making him promise not to climax until I gave him permission. He did his best, but I caught the pre-come slipping from his dick. I had Joelle clean that up for him with her mouth, and that’s when he seemed on the verge of losing control. I told him he could come, but only if he licked Joelle’s asshole first.

He was quick to rim her, his tongue delving between her still-rosy cheeks while she fingered her clit. After he helped bring her to her own orgasm, I let him have his. Deep in her ass.

The orchestrated evening worked to my benefit precisely. While I watched him drill her, making her bark with pure pleasure, I ran one hand along the seam of my own body, and I tugged my clitoris until I came with them, in a shower of golden and silver stars, like the puppeteer I’ve always craved to be.

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