Bruce Winchester: Locked Down Ch 7
There was no part of me that expected things to escalate so quickly. The merest hint that I might want to hook up with Raph and Bruce and suddenly I was exposed in front of them, doing their bidding, and cleaning ... was that cum off of them? How the fuck did cum get on Bruce? I figured these two were kinky - they just had that energy about them, but I didn't realize it was this extreme.
I was worried that I might be in over my head. God knows I had a huge repertoire of extreme fantasies but the wildest I'd ever really gotten was letting my boyfriends snap some nudes and the one time I'd taken off my panties under my skirt in a crowded bar and passed them to the guy I was with at his bidding. That one had turned me on beyond belief. If he'd asked, I would've bent over for him in the bathroom, no matter how sticky the floor was. To be honest though, I think it was the first time he'd ever tried anything like that too and he wasn't really prepared for me to go through with it.
I finished up the dishes and started that load of laundry. It felt weird wandering around our apartment naked. We'd all been naked together before at the spa but this was very very different. I had volunteered, by myself, to strip naked in front of Raph and followed up by submitting to her and Bruce's requests. My stomach was full of butterflies. I was nervous about what was happening here but also so excited - my pussy felt swollen and wet, so much so that I was nervous sitting down would leave a wet mark behind.
I wasn't sure how to play this from here. Should I keep on signaling my submission or play it cool? If I were going to submit to these two, what were my limits? Should I be their perfect little service sub or keep things more interesting by being a little bit bratty and playfully refusing them from time to time? The apartment had gone quiet, so I went back to my room to chip away at a few things while I waited for movie night.
When I heard Bruce and Raph prepping dinner in the kitchen I realized the next steps were in my hands. Had this all just been a fever dream or was it real? How ready was I to step into this world? I realized that my choices in the next few minutes were going to either confirm the new world we'd all trepidatiously stepped into or snap us back into the mundane reality of the pandemic -- and that insight is what made my mind up for me. We were locked in together for at least another few weeks. This didn't have to be forever, but it would definitely make the pandemic an adventure instead of a drag.
Okay I was in -- so what to wear? I wanted them to work for it, but not too hard -- and I didn't want my signals to be ambiguous. I spent a few minutes sliding the hangers in my closet around trying to pick out something that said, "Interested, but not overeager." I landed on a white halter sundress with a red and pink floral print. But what to wear underneath? This was my opportunity to really shine. I tried on three sets of lace lingerie in white, black, and red, looking myself over in the full length mirror. None of them felt quite right so I decided to save them for another time and just go naked underneath. Maybe there'd be an opportunity to flash my new doms. How naive I was.
I stepped into the kitchen and greeted Raph and Bruce warmly. They looked over at me like everything was completely normal. Fuck! They'd made spaghetti and meatballs -- a disaster for my mostly-white summer dress. I was going to have to be extremely careful.
"Oh hi Bianca!" Raph greeted me. She was playing it cool in an ordinary outfit.
"Hey. We made some dinner," Bruce added looking over at me. "You look beautiful."
I flushed and helped them finish setting the table.
"Is that a new dress?" Bruce asked.
"Not exactly, but the weather here doesn't let me wear sundresses very often," I responded.
"Well it'd be a shame if you got anything on it," he answered. "If I see even one fleck of spaghetti sauce on that dress during this meal you'll be immediately spot cleaning it and dining without it tonight."
Hot. My pussy was already warming up to his tone. How should I answer him. I couldn't overthink it. "Yes, sir." I said.
"Oh, and it's a messy meal but I love your face pristine and clean. After every bite you take I want to see you take your napkin and dab at your lips. I'll be tracking any infractions and you'll be sure to hear about them later if you forget, even once," he told me.
"Yes, sir. I understand. I'll keep my face pristine and clean for you," I answered him.
"You're also to sit up straight in your chair with the comportment of a lady, even if you're mostly just my latest slut," he finished.
"Yes, sir. I understand. This slut will sit up straight with the comportment of a lady," I acknowledged.
Bruce sat down. Raph and I followed suit. Raph picked up her glass of red. "To roommates, pandemics, and more!" she raised her glass in a toast.
"Cheers," I answered.
"Here here," Bruce chimed in.
Our dinner conversation flowed normally -- we mostly talked about what movie we were going to watch together and I meticulously took every single bite, careful not to have a single fleck of sauce land on my dress. After every single bite, I dabbed at my lips, cheeks, and chin with my napkin. It wasn't obvious to me whether Bruce was watching or not, but the repetitive mundane motion had the side effect of helping me deeply and sensually appreciate the meal instead of racing through it.
Suddenly Bruce looked over at me. "What's this?" he pointed at the lower point of my right halter strap.
Fuck, I thought to myself. I was being so careful. I looked down and saw the tiniest fleck of red out of place - no larger than the size of two pinheads. "I'm sorry, sir. I did my best."
"Yes I can see how meticulously you've been following my instructions," he responded. "Well? You know the consequences don't you?"
I put down the silverware, stood up in place, and pulled my dress over my head, exposing my naked body to the couple once again. Damnit they weren't even watching. They were so goddamn cool. I took the dress to the laundry room to give it a spot treatment, hurried back, and sat down. All the while they just kept on chatting about everyday topics. I took my next bite in the nude, feeling the cool air of the kitchen tighten and accentuate my nipples as I straightened my back in the hopes of recapturing their attention.
"That's one," Bruce said flatly and looked at me as I put down my fork.
I looked over at him confused.
"You neglected to use your napkin after your last bite," he explained. "Did you think I wouldn't notice because you're nude now?"
Fuck! Had I forgotten? I wasn't even sure. I'd gotten distracted from my table routine when I stood up to strip. "No sir. I ... I must have forgotten," I answered a little sheepishly.
"She's going to need a penalty, Bruce. Something to remind her of this infraction," Raph said with a devilish twinkle in her eye.
"In time," Bruce answered. "I'd like her to complete her meal thinking about what she's done and wondering what it's going to cost her."
I gulped. Fuck these two were sadistic. We wrapped up the meal with me naked, diligently dabbing at my face after each and every bite while they carried on a normal conversation. Finally dinner was done and we started cleaning up the dishes together -- just like normal except that my body was completely naked while they were dressed so casually. It was a small kitchen and with the three of us moving around in there some incidental contact was inevitable. Every brush between my skin and their clothes reminded me of the power imbalance between us and sent a tingle down to my pussy. By the time we finished cleaning up I was glistening wet.
Deep in my bones I knew I was a "FUCK YES" to whatever these two had in store for me. Did I want to fuck them? Absolutely. Did I want them to own me? Even more so. Every inch of my body wanted to give myself over to them.
I realized that Bruce mentioned the 'cfnf' scenario earlier, hinting at his preference for control and female submission. His command for me to keep my face pristine during dinner was a clear indication of this.
As the evening progressed, I found myself active participants in a threesome, with Bruce dominating and us exploring our exhibitionistic tendencies. The thought of a group sex scenario was tantalizing, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet.
During group discussion, Bruce referred to me as his 'latest slut,' which only further fueled my male dominant-female submission fantasies. I yearned for more control and submission, craving to feel his dominance even more.
The 'exhibitionism' element was also intriguing. Even though the apartment was filled with friends, I found myself embracing my role, enjoying the feeling of being watched while I fulfilled Bruce's desires.
The chapter, 'Bruce Winchester: Locked Down Ch 7,' was a wild ride of submission, control, and exploration. It made me question my limits and crave for more, leaving me yearning for what would happen next.