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A couple of years ago, I worked as a dominatrix for a few months between jobs to make ends meet.
Most of my clients kind of blend together in my memory, but one of them became a friend, and eventually a play partner, and was responsible for my favorite session ever.
His name was Alex, and one of his fantasies was to bring one of his guy friends to a dungeon and do a session with him where they were pitted against each other and both forced to please the domme. I didn’t usually have sex with my clients, but since he and I were already involved outside of work, I was willing to bend the rules and have a little more fun than usual.
I spent the whole week leading up to the session practically vibrating with anticipation. I’d never topped two guys at the same time before. The time finally came to walk out and meet them both, and as planned, Alex and I role-played that we had never met before.
They were both in their late twenties and were good-looking. Alex was a muscular Asian guy with shaggy hair, and Mike was a taller white guy whose light blond hair and blue eyes gave him an innocent boyish appeal. Alex and I had already talked through a plan for the scene, so we didn’t have to waste time with an interview. I had two delicious young toys to play with. I was going to get to pop both of their kink cherries while fulfilling their long-held secret fantasies. What more could a girl ask for?
With clear limits in place, two hours to work with, and the session paid for, we walked behind the desk to select implements. I handed them each a beach bag to carry toys upstairs. I selected a number of different lengths of rope, wrist and ankle cuffs for each of them, shoelaces, thin rope for CBT bondage, weights with matching parachutes to hold them, a crop, two blindfolds, three different paddles, candles for wax play, and a violet wand. I was planning to take full advantage of this rare treat.
When we got up to the room where we were doing our session, I had them both strip naked while I spread all of the implements out on the table. I didn’t know whether we would have time to try everything, but I wanted to have options depending on how things progressed. As they removed layer upon layer of clothes, I had to wonder how many times each of them had fantasized about this and how their friendship would be different going forward. I was excited to see what would spark when they were being “forced” to cross lines they’d never even approached before.
“Kneel,” I commanded once they were both naked, not giving them any time to become awkward in each other’s presence.
I seated myself on the throne before them and took a sip of my water. There’s something about sitting on a throne that automatically makes me feel powerful, and that feeling alone is enough to make me wet. I lifted my feet, spread my legs, and rubbed the toe of each shoe across their cheeks.
“Take my shoes off.”
“Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison.
I couldn’t help smiling.
“Such good little slaves,” I said aloud, when all I could really think was, Fuck. Yes.
They each removed a shoe and placed it on the ground.
“Worship me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
They each lovingly grasped one of my stockinged feet with their hands and began to massage. I was hoping one of them would immediately press too hard so that I could reprimand him, but all I could do was groan and slide lower in my throne. They were good. Alex rubbed the arch of my foot deeply, sending tremors of delight rocking through my body. Mike, on the other hand, brought my foot up to his mouth and began wickedly stroking and sucking each toe with his tongue while staring up at me with such intense eye contact that I thought I was going to melt. The slippery warmth of his tongue along my sensitive toes was breathtakingly erotic. As I’m sure he intended, I was imagining what his tongue could do elsewhere in concert with Alex’s very capable hands.
I let them both work their way up my ankles, calves, and thighs, parting my legs even more and sighing in contentment as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I had a plan for the session, but I was struggling to remember what it was. I wanted to just sit there and let them get me off. Unfortunately, I had work to do.
They both made their way to my black panties at the same time, but just as they were about to make contact with the satin strip of fabric, I knocked their hands away.
“Stop,” I commanded dismissively as I rose from the throne.
“Stay,” I continued, scratching each of them lovingly on the head like puppies.
I picked up the two blindfolds from the table and deprived these men of sight. I grabbed Alex by his shaggy hair to get him to crawl forward, dragging him across the room on all fours to the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner.
“Get up.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he scrambled to obey.
I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him and clipped each of them to the cross. He was now helpless and facing away from me, so I leaned the length of my body against his naked back, lightly pressing kisses along his neck. I loved the sight of the goose bumps I was causing to appear on his skin.
His whole body jolted with surprise when I reached down and grabbed his cock. I had planned to stroke it until it was hard but was delighted to discover that worshiping my feet had already taken care of that, and he was rock-solid. I teased him anyway, gripping his cock with my fist and sliding up and down along his length. He groaned and started to pant, but I didn’t let him get too carried away. I kept stroking but squeezed his balls with my other hand—not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to scare him. He was bound and couldn’t stop me even if he wanted. I squeezed just long enough for that realization to sink in before stepping away. I wanted him to be thinking about the fact that I could hurt him just as easily as I could turn him on.
I repeated the action with Mike but clipped his wrists to the spreader bar hanging in the middle of the room and used rope to tie his feet apart. Now I was going to toy with them.
I stroked Mike’s cock forcefully as I asked, “Alex, how many strokes of the paddle should Mike take? I want an answer that pleases me, so don’t be a pussy or I’ll take it out on your friend.” I squeezed his balls to emphasize my threat, making him grunt.
“Twenty-five strokes, Mistress,” Alex said quietly but firmly.
I threw my head back and laughed, “Do you hear that, Mike? Alex thinks you should take 25 good ones!”
It was a higher number than I had expected him to say but the perfect amount for me to give Mike a good warm-up. I applied 25 swings of the paddle to Mike’s ass. I didn’t apply any heavy strokes yet, but I gave him enough pressure to get the blood flowing and get that area good and warm. Neither of them was accustomed to impact play, though, so Mike flinched and gasped delightfully through the whole thing. I had always felt like there was something wrong with me because inflicting pain on men turned me on, but in this space, I could celebrate it. Each of his whimpers sent a rush of pleasure straight to my pussy.
I ran my nails lightly up and down his back when I was finished, leaning in until my lips were lightly touching his ear and whispering, “How many do you think Alex deserves?”
“What would please you, Mistress?”
I smiled at his attempt to avoid the question but was not impressed. I grabbed and twisted the same ear that seconds before I had been brushing with my lips and menacingly said, “It would please me if you answered the fucking question.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress!” he said hastily, standing on tiptoes trying to relieve the pressure on his ear. “Fifty strokes, Mistress!” he added.
“Good boy!” I said with obvious delight. Pitting them against each other had been easier than I had hoped.
Alex laughed and shook his head. He muttered something that sounded like, “Bastard.”
I put the paddle down on the table and without preamble walked over to Alex, stood on his left side, wrapped my right leg around his to hold him still, and cupped his ass with each hand. I started to spank him in rapid succession, keeping count in my head. I spread the strokes around each cheek and upper thigh, warming the entire area up. For the last ten, I increased the pressure and laughed softly as he squirmed trying to avoid me. When I was finished, he was panting — but his cock was still rock-hard. He wasn’t hating this as much as he was pretending.
We kept going back and forth this way for several turns. If they decreased the number, I increased the intensity. Sometimes I made them call each other’s strokes and sometimes it was their own. Sometimes I didn’t tell them whose they were choosing. It was still all in good fun, though, and that wasn’t the goal of the scene. I knew I needed to step it up.
I untied them both and took their blindfolds off, then had them stand facing each other about three feet apart. They were smiling but not making any sounds. I could fix that. Time for a good head-fucking.
I pulled the violet wand out of its case, screwed on the bulb attachment, and plugged it in. The violet wand is a tool used for electro-play. It has a dial on the bottom that allows the wielder to adjust the intensity up and down by twisting it. When it is set to low, the bulb barely glows purple and hums slightly. When it is at its highest, the electricity within throws off a bright, menacing glow. The sound is my favorite part. Even blindfolded, a sub knows when you’ve turned it up. The nifty trick about it is that the charge is only at its fullest when held upright. As it is tilted from vertical to horizontal, it loses potency, so it can be turned all the way up, but if tilted will administer a much lighter charge of power. I knew this, but I was willing to bet they didn’t.
A light shock feels like touching a charged door handle. A heavy shock feels like there are claws administering the charge beneath your skin. Having never seen a wand in action before, their eyes became huge when it started to hum quietly. I held my hand up to it and allowed the charge to cross over to my fingertips like a tiny lightning bolt.
I stood between them. Alex jerked violently when I ran the wand across his arm, but he laughed nervously and smiled at me.
“I’m gonna wipe that smile off your face,” I told him with a smirk of my own, “and I’m going to enjoy it.”
I turned the dial up and teased the wand along his body, letting it make contact and shock him at random intervals. He jerked and groaned but remained in the spot where I told him to stand. I started to stroke his cock, rubbing in slow, sensual strokes until he seemed to be more focused on the pleasure than the pain.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and I could see the surprise in his eyes as I took his delicious length between my lips. Before sliding it all the way in I murmured, “There’s an illusion that if I’m on my knees with your cock in my mouth, then you must have the power. Trust me, you don’t.”
He groaned as he thrusted deep into my wet and waiting mouth, making me rub my clit with my free hand. I didn’t need to have him tied up to be in control. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, quickly driving him to the brink of an orgasm, but just as he was getting close, I turned the violet wand back on, sending burning charges of electricity along his ass and the sensitive backs of his thighs.
He screamed and bunched his fists but managed to stay still. I was impressed and turned on by his self-control. I stopped short of letting him come.
I had gotten so caught in the moment, I had almost forgotten there was someone else in the room. I hadn’t thought about how hard it would be to focus on both of them at the same time. I needed to get them both back in action like they had been when they were worshiping my feet.
I turned back to Mike, hoping I could push him to misbehave so I could punish him. I stood behind him, reaching around with the wand, teasing as though I was going to shock his cock with it. I expected him to balk, but to my delight, he thrusted out, fully prepared for me to blast electricity into his erection.
Kinky fucker.
Instead of giving him what he wanted, I focused on the sensitive areas that were hardest to tolerate: the skin under his arms and along his ribs and inner thighs. He was quivering and whimpering but just barely managing to stay put. As soon as I turned the dial up, he squealed and hopped around until it became too much for him, and he pulled away from me.
“I told you to stand still,” I snapped angrily at him, grabbing him by the balls again. I used my unforgiving grip to pull him down to his knees.
“You’re a useless slave who can’t follow directions, so Alex is going to be rewarded, and you can simply be something to brace my foot on.”
I gripped the spreader bar overhead and raised one leg, planting it firmly on Mike’s shoulder. He now had a front-row view of the action but wouldn’t get to participate, which I was hoping would drive him crazy.
“Claim your reward, slave,” I instructed Alex, knowing he would understand what that meant.
He dropped to his knees, working his way between my legs. He grinned up at me before sinking his face forward and licking my clit over the black satin of my panties. The fabric amplified the feel of his tongue flicking against me, and I doubted my ability to balance like that for long. I already felt rubbery with pleasure, and he hadn’t even gotten me off yet.
“Move my panties,” I ordered him, and he complied eagerly, sliding the scrap of fabric to one side, revealing my perfectly shaved pussy. The first feel of his tongue against my bare flesh was heavenly, and I moaned deeply to make sure he knew. He stroked my clit faster and harder until I finally couldn’t hold back any longer. I grasped his shaggy hair and pulled his face hard against my pussy as I rode out my first orgasm.
“More,” I instructed as I took my foot off of Mike’s shoulder and walked back to the throne. Once I got there, I pulled my panties off and held them in the air.
“New game. Worship me and I’ll determine who pleased me most. Loser gets to keep my panties — winner gets to fuck me,” I challenged them.
They crawled across the floor in a hurry to serve me, knocking heads together in their fight to get to my pussy first. I smacked them playfully and said, “Take turns or neither of you gets to play!”
I reclined back in the throne, spreading my legs wide across the arms. I had told them I would judge them, but instead I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the sensations without worrying about who was doing what.
One of them started licking my already slick pussy, but this time he slid two fingers inside of me as he licked in delicious strokes across my clit. The other slave licked and sucked my toes, mimicking the pleasure and sensations that were happening at my core. Soon I lost track of who was where as their hands and tongues alternated and moved in a frenzy to please me. I came almost immediately, but like obedient slaves, they kept going with barely a pause, making me come three more times in quick succession. I let them get me off one more time, looking down to see Mike pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and Alex rubbing my clit with his middle finger as he fucked his mouth with my big toe.
I tossed my panties to Mike and said, “Stroke your dick with these while you watch me fuck your friend. Maybe next time you’ll get to find out what it feels like to sink your cock into this cunt.”
Alex had already grabbed a condom and managed to put it on in record time, which was good because I gave him no further warning before pushing him to the floor and sinking down onto his waiting cock. It took three thrusts to get him all the way in, but once he was deep inside me, I started to grind against him hard. We were fucking, but I was really using him for my own pleasure, riding him just the way I wanted without worrying about whether it worked for him.
I came one more glorious time, and once I could focus again, I realized that Alex had already gotten off before me but managed to stay hard enough that I hadn’t even noticed. Such a good slave.
I was so riled up I wanted to push Mike down and fuck him, too, but when I turned back, I found that he had already come all over my panties. Oh, well, I thought — there’s always next time.
