Beyond this point I feel that I have to start to narrate in third person.



Two leather cuffs around her wrists plus two more around her ankles held her strapped to the Saint Andrew's cross. Marlo cranked a handle and the frame moved until it was nearly horizontal. Carol unlocked the chastity belt and removed the egg. Monique shuddered in anticipation. Carol applied lube outside and inside her pussy. It was happening.

Carol had took her to a friend's house, the clerk of the piercing parlor, Rick. He shared the two stories suburban house with his wife, Marlo, who was around twenty years older, in her fifties. He was completely naked except for a leather collar. Many red stripes plus a few bruises crisscrossed his chest, back, buttocks and thighs. She was wearing a long pencil skirt and an overbust corset, both in leather, a flogger hanging from her belt. The tightness of her garments didn't conceal her generous breasts and hips in contrast with his slim body.

-Shall we proceed, Mistress?- Marlo asked Carol. After a short chat and introductions, they stepped into the roles. Marlo adressed her husband as “bitch”, while he adressed her as “Mistress”, same as Carol. Nobody was calling Monique anything demeaning, they just used her name, while Carol used the already classical “doll”.

-Sure, Mistress.- Replied Carol. She had told Monique everything she needed to know about them or the plan. Carol asked her not to ask more questions along the game, though, as it might spoil the magic. She assured Monique that, instead, she would solve any doubt she might have afterwards.

It was mostly Monique's fault. She had mentioned a pair of times that she'd like to be with a man at least once, if only as an experiment. Carol was hesitant, jealous perhaps, but Monique assured her that it was only that, an experiment. She also made clear that she would do it only with her permission, and that she would accept a refusal without further insistence. “Only an experiment, eh?” Carol replied. “Only with my owner's blessing” Monique assured. So there were they, a few weeks later, in the play room, in that house, theatrically called dungeon. One of the many conditions Carol had established.

Monique had a decision to make. The sub was going to fuck her. He was going to have half an hour to make her cum. Should he fail he would be punished with a week wearing a chastity harness that would keep his penis immobile. Unbeknown to him, should he succeed he would have to wear the belt for a month. His Mistress would make up an excuse so he wouldn't know the real reason. The solution to the issue was that Monique faked an orgasm. That was the dilemma Carol had presented. Either let him do and enjoy herself as much as possible or pity him and be left unsatisfied. His Mistress also agreed with that solution. Monique made a choice.

He kissed her lower lips softly. Then he entered her with two fingers. It felt so nice that she was afraid she would orgasm for real before his penis had actually touched her. Carol would surely notice the difference.

While Monique didn't understand that couple's dynamic, Carol had assured her that they were very happy. He would accept a month of chastity with stoicism and even some perverse pleasure. Masoquism was the word, Carol had said. Monique could be sure that nobody would blame her for anyhting if she failed. In her opinion it still felt wrong.

He was kindly warming her up with his fingers. A short while later she felt something bigger, slightly softer and covered in latex. She looked down. There it was. After all those years, the real thing.

He grabbed her hips and started to pump softly, slowly increasing the depth. She was so nervous that she wasn't enjoying it at all. Unvoluntarily she was pressing with her muscles forcing him out.

-Calm down, my love.- Carol whispered to her ear.- Just relax, everything is fine.- Knowing that her friend was there she relaxed and he could enter a bit more.- Twenty seven minutes, doll. Plenty of time.- He started to increase the pace slowly but steadily. The massage made her feel a familiar warmth, similar to when mistress had used the dildo. It felt different, special, but, somehow, not better. Something was missing. As the constant friction increased her arousal, his pace started to turn erratic. A short while later he began to moan very quietly and she joined him soon.- Moan lowder.- Carol whispered so softly that he couldn't possibly hear her. As they had planned Monique would fake her orgasm as soon as he came. Carol telling her to be more effusive meant that he was close. Suddenly he stopped and yanked on her hips, and immediately after he spasmed a few times.- Now.- Carol whispered again.

-Mmmmm!- Monique yelled loud enough to be convincing.

-Kneel.- Marlo said and Rick did so immediately.

-Anything to say, doll?- Carol asked her.

-Thank you, Rick.- She refused to call him “bitch”.- Thank you Mistress Marlo.

After that they all went to the living room and took a cup of coffee. Rick followed them in all fours, Monique still naked except for the thin velvet choker. They all sat on the couch, except Rick, who knelt on the floor with his hands on his thighs, next to his Mistress.

Carol and Marlo talked about many things. Apparently she had been giving Carol advise about how to deal with Monique's problem, so to speak. In fact, Bossy, her misterious stalker, was her, but always following Carol's scripts. All that Carol had told her earlier that week. Besides that, they talked about many things, as friends would. Monique, ashamed and self-concious only spoke when they asked her about something. Carol ordered her to open her legs, thrust her chest and not to cover anything with her hands, because there was nothing to be ashamed of. Rick didn't utter a single word and barely moved an inch, their game was much more deep and serious than Monique and Carol's game.

Marlo told Monique that she hadn't touched his penis in years. Apparently the first time they had sex he didn't like her body because she was fat. He didn't get turned on. After that she lose weight but didn't let him fuck her. Instead she had a pair of lovers. Sometimes she made him watch. Other times she made him lick their cum directly out of her pussy. He pleasured her orally several times a day and a couple of times a week he was granted permission to masturbate. Monique was his first pussy in years. For that reason he had been so fast.

-That's cruel.- Monique said.

-Am I cruel, bitch?- She kicked Rick softly on his thigh.

-You are the best, Mistress.- He said, his eyes downcast all the time.

-See? I'm not cruel.- She laughed. Monique shrugged her shoulders. That would be her last attempt to understand their game.- Besides, he cannot complain today, I've brought him a pussy.- She laughed, Carol hit softly with her elbow on Monique's arm to cheer her up.

-Mistress, now?- Carol asked Marlo. She nodded.

-Bitch, you know what comes now.- Marlo said to Rick.

-Yes, Mistress.- She got up and offered Monique his hand. His facial expression changed back to the one he had earlier when they arrived, before stepping into the role, that of a normal person, behaving normally, except naked and with half an erection, looking at her eyes again, a warm smile.

-Monique...,- Carol leaned towards her and talked softly.- Go with him to his bedroom. Be nice to him and he will be nice to you. Have fun, please.

Monique gulped. Her eyes went wide. That was the surprise she had been expecting. Her, alone with a man in a bedroom. Both of them naked. He was desperate for a pussy. And then she understood why Carol hadn't let her orgasm along the week. Her special day. Just once. Just an experiment. She grabbed his hand. Inexplicably she wasn't as excited as she should theoretically be.

-It was fine.- Later, in the car, on the way back home, Carol asked her how did it go. On the back seat there was the box Marlo had given them, whose content would remain secret for a few days.

-Fine? Just fine?- She was shocked.- What happened?

-Well, I... I wasn't in the mood, so I just... Gave him a blowjob and only for pity.

-What the fuck! What the..., fuck!- She yelled.- Why!?

-I don't know. Don't yell!- Monique reflected for a bit.- I just wasn't horny, that's all.- Carol nodded.- Any explanation, genius?

-Me? It's your body, you tell me.

-I, eh...- She needed a few minutes to come up with a theory.- Motivation.

-Motivation?- Carol raised an eyebrow.

-Yes, and... Lack of emotional attachments... I guess that... I didn't feel the need to impress him and... I don't know, it just felt..., not enough.

-Holy shit.- Carol closed her eyes and shook her head in desbelief, opening them again quickly, after remembering that she was driving a car.- Ok, we'll try again, and...

-No. I, eh... I've only been horny with one person other than myself and... I mean I could blow him again, the poor guy, but...

-I cannot love you the way you love me.- Carol said in a sudden.

-What!? Shut up, you moron! I don't love you, love you. I love the things we do. The toys and that. You know, the control thing, or whatever.- Monique was moving her hands unncessarily fast while she talked.

-Okey...



Monique was wearing Marlo's gift, a black latex maid dress. It was a single piece. The frill at the bottom of the skirt barely reached the top of the chastity belt's thigh bands. The neckline was so low that the nipple shields threatened to poke out every time she moved. The garment was desgined in such a way that compressed her abdomen when zipped up the back, thus forcing her breasts out. A pair of white latex stockings, held by a garterr belt around her waist, encased her legs. White opera gloves and a white apron completed the ensemble.

A chain connecting her two leather ankle cuffs, and a plastic cable between her thigh bands, plus a pair of high heels obstructed her movement. Her two wrists cuffs where attached together with a single padlock. Her Mistress had ordered her to clean all the dust in the already clean living room with a feather duster. Should she try to complain, which she didn't, she wouldn't be able due to the ball gag.

Carol, who had been sitting on the couch all the time, set aside the magazine she had been reading. She got up and approached Monique, who's heart raced in anticipation. Her Mistress' eyes had that look. The look she had learned to love. That look, her gestures, her attitude, the way she moved, auguries of what might happen next.

-Keep cleaning.- Monique stopped for a moment when Carol shoved half her thumb up her ass, but quickly resumed the ritual of cleaning what was already clean. Carol's hand kept kneading her butt, making her stop a pair of times, to enjoy the feeling.- I have a question for you. Stop.

Before Monique could react, Carol grabbed her hand, brought it up to her head and using the momentum, made her turn around as if they were dancing. After guiding Monique's hands to the back of her head, Carol squatted down and opened the padlock of the chastity belt, removed the egg, and closed the padlock again. Then she loosened the ball gag a pair of notches to set her mouth free but leaving the gag hanging from her neck. Then she brought the soaked egg to Monique's mouth.

-What?- Monique half-moaned in a daze.

-Open up.- She opened her mouth and Carol stuck the egg inside.- Clean it.- A part of the egg was still visible outside her mouth and Carol cleaned it herself with her tongue.- Mmmm, good vintage.- Monique's eyes went wide and blushed. Then pushing on her chin Carol made her close her mouth with the egg inside and kissed her lips.- Focus and listen.- Monique heart beated like a drum.- You already know how this works. Now you have to decide. We can keep doing what we are doing, or we can take the next step.

-Mmmph?- Carol opened the three padlocks on Monique's wrists and ankles.

-The game will be more intense..., for both of us, but it will affect you more, because you will lose more freedom.- She made a short pause and hugged Monique.- I won't force you to do anything you hate and I will listen any complaint, but I will require your trust, and obedience..., if you accept.- She took the egg out of Monique's mouth. Saliva had replaced the other fluids.

-But, what will we...?

-No. No more explanations for now. Either we can keep doing what we are doing, or you trust me. Along this week we won't do anything sexual. I need your mind clear.

-If I don't know...- Monique shook her head.- I don't want to be like Rick.

-You will lose freedom and nothing else. Your mindset might change..., and mine. But this is not about masoquism. This is bondage.