Enjoying Intimate Moments with Lady Della as My Slave
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I walked into the room as Missy stood before the mirror, adjusting her pink lacy bra and panties, arranging the fabric to highlight her curvaceous hips and rear. I approached her from behind, moved her vibrant red hair aside, and kissed her neck, all while my other hand traced her waist to push her against me, allowing her to feel my arousal. "Ready for tonight, my love?" I inquired softly.
"Yes, mm," she moaned, momentarily distracted by the kisses I was planting on her milky neck and shoulders.
"Great. She'll be here soon. I adore you so much, and I'm thrilled you're eager to explore new sexual experiences," I stated as I reached for her necklace, a thin, leather band that fastened with a clasp at the back. Missy gathered up her locks and moved them aside as I fastened the necklace around her. "Caution, don't damage your lipstick. That's our task." I winked. The doorbell rang, and Missy jumped, slightly startled. "I'll get it. Are you prepared for this?" I inquired, one final verifying our readiness to dive into something we'd discussed and fantasized about for years. She nodded, her cheeks blushing and lips chewing anxiously. "I love you. Please wait here, darling."
I ascended the stairs and reached the door.
"Welcome, come on in! Missy's just getting ready upstairs," I greeted Della as she walked in. She smiled and leaned to give me a peck on the cheek. Her makeup was dramatically done, complementing her light blonde hair, which was pulled back in a severe bun. Under the trench coat, she donned a lace underbust corset, accentuating her ample 34C breasts, surrounded by elastic straps that encircled her neck like a bikini top. A set of garters connected the corset's bottom to opaque stockings. Her heeled boots vanished under the trench coat. I noticed a victory smirk. "I'll take your coat." I said, removing it to reveal her ensemble in full: a corset with yards of lace lingerie peeking out, taut straps twisted around her neck, a harness with a leather strapon to accentuate her pert rear, and a dildo strapped to it.
"You'll like this outfit, Della. Would you prefer a beverage or something? What do you still need to do?"
"Mainly, I need to set up the dildo. Also, some water would be lovely." She added a pink dildo to the small bag she carried, estimating its seven-inch length and two-inch thickness.
"Same size as me," I mumbled to myself. I ventured into the kitchen, snatched a glass, filled it with water, and returned to the room.
Della guzzled half the water, "Always stay hydrated before strenuous activity, my friend!" She giggled. I chuckled.
"Fine, let's run through the regulations quickly: we both plan to dominate her; no physical interaction between us, except for incidental collision. She's eager to be dominated and used. We can be physically harsh, but we must avoid leaving evidence. No striking her face, spitting on her, or water sports or scat play. Clear?"
Della raised her thumb in acknowledgment as she fiddled with the dildo's position. "There's two more queries. Can she and I swap groins without a barrier? Are you comfortable with me using this" - she wiggled the dildo my way - "to smack her and other things?"
You're welcome to use the penis however you see fit. Although she requested we avoid putting it in her bottom, a butt plug or a few fingers should be fine as long as you're gentle. Regarding oral activities, she's not totally enthusiastic about it, but not entirely opposed either. It might be best to begin by playing with her and making her more comfortable in the scene before attempting that. However, I look forward to watching you drive your face into her groin. This is going to be fantastic. Honestly, thanks again for agreeing to this.
You seem eager and ecstatic about dominating a young redheaded woman during her first same-sex encounter while simultaneously helping a friend's wish come true. It's pretty thrilling for me too.
Ready?
I walked back to the bedroom where my spouse was nervously chewing the inside of her cheek. I took her hand and placed my other one on her cheek to gently turn her face towards me. "Are you prepared, my dear?" I inquired, looking intently into her eyes, reassuring her.
She drew in a breath and nodded. "Yes, I'm ready."
I moved my hand from her cheek to her chin, tilting her face towards mine as I kissed her tenderly. Next, I whispered in her ear, "Assume a kneeling position, whore." She sank to the floor as I peeked into the room, indicating to Della to make her presence known.
I observed Della enter the room and adopt a dominating stance, hands on her hips. She was dressed in a lacy green bra that barely concealed her nipples and her wavy red hair was styled in a ponytail. Her eyes swept over my wife, lingering on her perfect breasts. She appeared to be quite attracted to her. We both had cravings.
"Kitten, meet Lady Della," I announced, "I've given her permission to share you. For now, you'll obey her instructions as if they were mine unless they conflict with mine. Use the terms Mistress or My Lady."
Missy nodded and gulped, her eyes searching for mine.
Della arched an eyebrow and initiated by saying, "I'm sorry, Slut, I didn't hear you. Your Master asked you a question."
Chastised, Missy glanced at me and responded, "Yes, sir."
I raised my eyebrow. "And you won't acknowledge our guest? This calls for discipline. Come, whore." She shuffled across the floor and resumed her kneeling position at my feet, big wide eyes staring up at me. I looked down at her as my penis began to stiffen still concealed in my trousers. I needed to get undressed. Soon. Before addressing her, though, I walked to a wooden chest along one wall and lifted the lid. Missy attempted to turn her head to gaze at me, but Della pulled her chain back the other way and forced her to look at her. "Focus on me, slut." Della continued caressing her cheek while saying, "Wow, you're beautiful. I can't wait to use you. I'm certain you can't wait either. You're craving me to insert my big dick and make you come all over it, you horny slut. I bet you're even enthusiastic about me utilizing your mouth for my benefit. Would you want my cock in your mouth?" This vulgar comments were likely to stimulate Missy and I noticed her anxiety give way to desire.
"Yes, Mistress." She almost whispered.
Della tugged the chain gently and said, "Hey, what's that? Speak up, you naughty girl."
Missy bit her lip and responded louder, "Yes, Mistress. I want your cock in my mouth."
Della held her strap-on, ready to use it, stepped closer, and moved her hips. At the last second, she pulled back just as her lips were about to meet the fake cock. "Aw, come on, you'll have to wait before you get to worship my cock. First, you need to be punished."
I stepped back and pointed to a rope attached to the headboard. "Della, move the pillows and you'll see a rope with a ring at one end and a carabiner at the other. Put these wrist cuffs on this disobedient kitten and clip the chain joining them into the carabiner. Then, join me." I traced the edge of her panties, fingering the fabric between her legs.
Della clipped the cuffs together and pulled Missy closer, exposing her pussy. I stroked her ass while Della positioned herself next to me.
"Remember, Kitten, count them out." I traced her leg up to her crotch, where I could feel wetness through her damp panties.
I swatted her ass hard, and she yelped, "One, sir." I stroked her discomforting red spot and traced her moist leg back down. "Two, sir." As I drew my finger up her thigh, Missy could smell Della's pussy as she held back the smell for a moment, only to be met with the sharp blow from Della's crop on her left cheek. "Three, sir." I stroked her backside and cupped her mound.
"Four, sir." Della grabbed her, spinning her around and instantly picking up the pace. I found myself reaching for two fingers to slide up and down on her clit as Della continued to work on her g-spot. She started panting and moaning, "Five, sir," before I lifted my hand to paddle her left cheek again. She buried her head into the mattress. I pulled my fingers away and watched as Della slipped one finger inside of Missy.
Della questioned, "Do you get wet when you're being punished by your master and me, slut?"
"Yes, my Lady," Missy replied breathlessly.
Della removed her finger and focused on the slippery clit as I swung the crop down on Missy's right cheek. Missy mouthing the words "Six, sir" followed her yelp. Della raised her hands and I tucked the crop behind her back.
"You're doing great, my love. Close," Della said, fondling Missy's ass.
I gave Della the crop and joined her in front of Missy, ready to deliver the last two slaps. Their combined touch pulled out an unexpected moan from Missy. Della pinched her nipples and fingered her as I lifted the crop to bring down on her lips. Missy gasped and shuddered before letting out a low moan. "Seven, sir." Della moved Missy's hair, her thighs quivering, and Missy's chest raised against the bed. A growing anticipation built as Della moved away.
"Finally, let's give her one more."
Missy's moan intensified as her body began to react.
Now, now, we can't let you cum whilst being spanked! What sort of message does it send to let you feel that kind of pleasure whilst being disciplined? Della asked, moving to the side of the bed. "Look at me, slut," she ordered firmly. Missy lifted her head slightly and made eye contact as Della, unwavering, licked her fingers clean and stated, "Mmmm, you taste so good, though." Missy's breath became deep and heavy as I seized the opportunity and swiftly tapped her four times, alternating cheeks as I did so. The sharp stinging sensations disrupted Missy's focus, grounding her as she yelped.
"Seven, eight, nine, and ten, sir." she uttered, squirming a bit in discomfort and inhaling heavily to manage the throbbing she must've been feeling.
"Good girl, kitten." I praised, planting tender kisses on her ass to soothe the burning she had to feel. I kissed my way up her side, then whispered in her ear, "This is where the real fun begins. Are you sure you're ready?" She bit her lip and nodded. I unbuttoned the snap swivels that held her cuffs together, freeing her wrists. "You may now undress me," I gestured, stepping back and holding out my hands so she could have access. She took off my shirt. I placed a hand under her chin and gently kissed her. She gazed at me hungrily as I let go and she kissed her way from my neck down my chest and toned abdomen, her fingers tracing and feeling muscles beneath until she found herself on her knees, facing my obvious bulge that eagerly sought escape from my dark blue jeans. She unbuttoned my fly and hooked her fingers in my waistband, pulling my pants down to free my cock, which surged out and lay against her cheek. I stepped out of my jeans, kicked them into the corner, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her to her feet. Della joined us, and the two of us stood on either side of Missy, like starved predators ready to devour our prey. My cock rested on Missy's left leg and Della's lay on her right. She instinctively took them in her hands, comparing and contrasting them while absentmindedly stroking them.
I moved one hand to her breasts, gripping them firmly one at a time. I slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, first one and then the other, revealing her breasts. Della's fingers slid under her panties and began softly teasing her pussy as I took one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently and rolling it between my digits. She moaned softly, her eyes closing and mouth opening as the delightful sensations swept over her. My free hand touched her spine, making its way to her bra clasp, which I quickly undid, releasing it from her arms as Della used her free hand to reorient Missy's head and swallow her whole in a deep and passionate kiss as Della's fingers teased and circled her clit.
I paused for a moment to admire this spectacle, my obedient submissive spouse being devoured by another stunning woman while we both graced her with pleasure. What a fortunate sod I mused to myself as I lowered my mouth to my wife's right nipple, my right hand caressing her left breast and occasionally tweaking, teasing, or squeezing her nipple with my fingers as my left hand glided down her shapely derriere. Della now had a finger inside Missy, and my wife moaned loudly as Della adapted her fingers to stroke her, causing Missy to emit a long, low, guttural moan, trembling and shaking with her initial orgasm of the night. I couldn't wait for us to give her many, many more.
Della broke from the kiss and removed her hand from Missy's pussy, slipping her fingers into Missy's mouth and said, "How does your pussy taste, slut? Clean my fucking fingers and tell me how you taste." Missy hungrily licked and sucked Della's juices from her fingers, relishing them as if they were my cock before breathing heavily.
"My pussy tastes amazing, mistress, thank you!" she said, coming down from her orgasmic high.
"Perfect." Della asserted, gripping Missy's hair and pulling her down. "On your knees then, and let's see how you suck cock. Show your master how much you love and value his cock. He deserves to know how grateful you are for what he gives you." [Spelling and punctuation corrected]
Missy allowed herself to be led silently to the floor by Della's hand in her hair. She grasped my manhood and carefully steered it into her warm and moist mouth, taking only the head initially and wrapping her tongue around it. She stroked me lightly as she appeared to be looking up at me and expressed, "Thank you, sir, for allowing me to suck this fine cock. Thank you for fucking me and granting me the opportunity to orgasm and for allowing my body to belong to you both. I can't wait for you both to take advantage of every single one of my holes in any way you see fit, sir."
I groaned loudly in satisfaction and enjoyed this sexual encounter as she then took my cock back into her mouth, causing me to place both hands on the back of her head and make love to her face. I proceeded to push back and forth roughly, causing her to choke and gag as my penis struck the back of her throat. My penis was soon covered by her saliva, and after holding her down as deep as she could stand it, I permitted her to take a deep breath. But then I steered Missy in the direction of Della and declared, "You must express gratitude towards another person with this same cock as well, kitten. I am not the only one having sexual contact with you."
Missy contained her struggle as she slowly brought the bright purple silicone penis in her hand, gripped it tightly, and gently touched her lips to it. Della's fingers seized Missy's hair while driving her face down. Once Missy started bobbing her head up and down vigorously on the artificially built penis, I leaned forward and struck her rear end, declaring, "Get on your hands and knees, kitten, and wiggle that nice little bottom for me."
She leaned into position, displaying her still-clothed ass that was now covered in her green panties, then slightly swayed it. I resorted to patting her bum to make it wiggle more. Then I helped her remove her panties until they rested at her knees.
I grasped a bottle of cherry-flavored lubricant from the bed and opened it with a snap of my fingers. Meanwhile, my left hand continued to play with her pussy.
"They both need to show their gratitude to these dicks," I announced to glowing Della's eager eyes. "Open wide, kitten; suck that huge purple cock, ensuring it is lubricated for later use."
Della marveled at the sight of Missy's excuse for a mouth caressing this outrageous penis while not hiding her deep desire. Missy moved her lips to the plastic penis in her hand. Della's nails enveloped her head while holding it firmly in place, taunting Missy with statements such as: "Doesn't he have the perfect cock for you, slut? What would you rather do: sap his cock dry or work up mine while I--and your husband--tear you apart?"
It was evident that Missy was eager to oblige, so she found the words: "Yes, please fuck me," her tits swinging frantically, "Don't you want to ravage me, ma'am? Fuck my throat!"
When Della grabbed a leash, she yanked Missy into a standing position, and they shared an intense kiss. Lifting her up into the middle of the bed, Della rested her between her legs, and they kissed again. From the other side of the bed, I picked up handcuffs and nipple clamps, with the intention of circling Missy, and later, connecting her wrist restraints to the bed frame. I slid my hand beneath Missy's arms and drew her to me, restraining her on the edge of the bed despite her initial agitation. I secured her hands together, fixed them to the frame attachment, binding them high above her head to give her ample leverage.
Now in the weakening grip of multiple orgasms, Della rose onto the bed, her eyes blazing with fiery expression. "Are you prepared to be ravished, slut?" she asked, her desire evident.
"Yes, yes... Please..." Missy muttered underneath her breath, her chest heaving with every movement.
Della clapped her hand three times on Missy's pussy, rubbed her own fingers around, and denied her, saying, "Say it aloud. I need to hear it."
"Please... Please fuck my pussy..." Missy conveyed her desperation, "Please fill me up with your dick..."
Della started to maneuver her own decisive path. "I will, but I must taste it first. Feast your eyes on my tongue before diving in." She dipped her head onto Missy's crotch, unashamedly enjoying the tantalizing smells and juices that pooled down her thighs. First, Della flicked her tongue about her clit and then began mercilessly lapping up all the wetness, leaving Missy in a frantic state of anticipation. After some time, Della rose up from that delicious position, at which point Missy blurted, "Please, please, fuck me..."
Della shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, okay. But first, let me hear you."
"I want you to fuck my pussy badly, mistress." Missy begged, her desperation increasing as Della introduced her tongue back into the picture for the second time.
"'Please fuck me'. What? Did you say...?"
"Please, mistress, please fuck my pussy!" Missy pleaded helplessly.
Apparently satisfied, Della straddled Missy, clutching her head and pussy. She entered her with a slow but deep stroke, making Missy's body ache and throb at the brink of orgasm.
I paused for a moment to savor the scorching scene unfolding in front of me, storing it away as an invaluable memento for future creative projects. Then I knelt down behind Missy and murmured in her ear, "Holy shit, baby, you look so sexy getting your pussy eaten by Della while her fingers frantically work their magic on your G-spot. I want you to explode on her face." In the meantime, I had picked up the nipple clamps I had grabbed previously, their tinkling bells dangling from chains interconnected. I rolled Missy's nipples between my thumb and forefinger to ensure they were stiff before attaching the clamps. Missy gasped from the sensation, but Della just carried on with her expert licking and finger action on Missy's clit. With my head back and my cock aching for release, I grabbed Missy's head and said, "Open wide now, slut. Let me fuck your throat while you cum all over Della's face."
Obediently, Missy obeyed, opening her mouth wide enough for me to insert my solid throbbing penis. Starting off with quick, shallow thrusts, I gradually changed to more extended, deep strokes as she tried to accommodate the fullness. Eventually, she started cumming again, moaning around my cock as she tried to relax her throat, such an arduous task considering Della's proficient pussy play. Soon enough, she pulled back as she caught her breath, the echoes of her orgasm subsiding. Della stepped back, and then easily stepped forward again with her purple dildo. Launching it straight into Missy's pussy, I observed her body arching as she was completely filled by the object and heard the tiny whimpers from the pleasure being teased from her.
Della started to thrust in and out, her head positioned directly above Missy's and mine. With great intensity, I asked, "Are you seeing how Della is fucking your wife? How spectacular you look being fucked by another woman? I adore watching you cum with another woman, darling." Missy nodded as I held a massive amount of her hair, directing her attention toward her own body writhing in pleasure. As Della drove the purple dildo in and out of her, Della climbed on top of Missy's legs. She inserted the rubber phallus, filling Missy's pussy to its fullest extent, then reached around Missy's back to pull the leash. Della asked, "Should I fuck you long-term while your husband rocks your face, dear?"
Missy furiously nodded as I grabbed her hair and pushed my erect member in front of her lips.
"I didn't hear you, slut." I sternly said, causing Missy to slowly suck my cock with Della's strapon still in her. As Della continued to thrust in and out in sync with me, I held onto her hips tightly to ensure there was no option but to take both of us. "I didn't hear you say you'd take me in your mouth. You'll swallow my entire length or I'll spit on your face."
"Please, just use me as a cum dumpster, fuck my mouth and pussy, please!" Missy complained.
With my grip on her sweaty hair secure, I thrust into her throat, guiding her hips backwards so that they were both being stretched to the max. Me wanting to fuck her mouth as much as her pussy at the same time. She coughed from the rapid invasion, followed by taking it smoothly and sucking on my penis almost to the base. I leaned out to give her breathing room before thrusting back in. Simultaneously, Della sped up her actions, ramming her purple strapon into Missy with a hard, tireless force. As Missy's orgasm began, her body trembled as Della thrust powerfully seven or eight times in a row. She cried out in complete joy as she leaned forward on the dildo, her legs being pinned by Della. Both women able to cum simultaneously. As the orgasm faded, I pulled out and flipped over Missy. Raising her legs as far as they could go while supporting them with a pillow, Della started over, kneeling between them. She thrust through the barrier of Missy's pussy with boundless strength and energy. I tugged on her leash for her to listen.
"I think I need to share your ass now, don't you? Allow your husband to fill you in the back, too?"
Missy quickly nodded, willing me to penetrate her from behind.
I reduced my intense grinding, allowing my wife's deep thrusts to determine the depth of each stroke. This allowed me to reach down and exert manual manipulation on the chain that was connected to her nipples, causing her to vocalize a deep, guttural moan. This pushed me to the edge of exploding down the back of her throat, but I had other plans. I withdrew and reached for the leash, accepting it from her.
I then pulled my wife upwards, meeting her with a deep kiss while also gesturing for her to lie down with the other hand. Following the command, she did so, and I grasped her by the hair as we ended the kiss. I then turned her around, steering her head towards my wife's open legs, aligning the tip of my penis with my wife's moist vagina and penetrating her as my wife held my wife's head down against Della's spread out legs. Della enthusiastically pulled my wife's head in and told her "Eat, slut!"
My wife hesitated initially before diving in, licking tentatively at first before quickly transitioning to fervent licking. This caused Della to shudder and emit a small moan of pleasure. I increased my vigorous pressure, driven by an insatiable arousal as I watched my wife orally pleasure another woman while I fucked her from behind. Della, in turn, inserted two fingers into Missy's vagina and commenced vigorous insertions. The act of injecting two fingers into the vagina of the woman I had spanked and pleasured relentlessly with my fingers all night was designed to reciprocate the pleasure she had just received. Della's vocalizations became louder and louder as her orgasm edged closer, punctuated with idle chatter: "That's right, slut, eat my dripping wet cunt as your husband fucks you from behind. Make me cum. Lick my clit; no interruptions, no challenges, just like that, OOOOOOH MY GAAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!!!!" finally culminated in her orgasm, characterized by a diaphragm-shuddering buck of her entire body as I fed mouthful after mouthful of her robust, lady-juice to my wife.
Watching this scene induced an explosive orgasm in me as well, and I held off as best I could. I reached my limit, so I couldn't hold back anymore and filled my wife's vagina with my seed. We simulated simultaneous orgasms, collapsing into a shared post-coital puddle of euphoria and pleasure. We snuggled up into a little bundle, my wife in the middle, just as we recovered.
I eventually stood up and took a few steps away. "I'll get us all something to drink," I said, entering the kitchen and pulling open the refrigerator. I procured a minuscule Gatorade bottle, cracked it open and began consuming its contents. Upon finishing it, I secured three more bottles, and a bowl of trail mix designated for recovery purposes.
I returned to the bedroom, observed my wife drifting off to sleep in the center of our mess. "Babe, I've gotten you a drink and some food," I whispered to my wife. "Here you go... love." My wife simply smiled and snuggled in even closer.
Della followed soon after, exiting the door, and taking a Gatorade and a handful of trail mix from me. "This was incredible; thank you so much for sharing your wife with me. I've already told her how phenomenal she is, and how lucky you are to have her. I think you two need some time alone to decompress and discuss your feelings. Thank you so much; it was fun being a unicorn for you two." she conveyed, quaffing some Gatorade.
"Della, thank you so much for helping make this happen. Neither of us will ever forget this wonderfully surreal fantasy that we've always harboured. And you're an exceptional woman yourself," I replied. She waved her hand dismissively. "Glad I could help. If you two ever feel like doing something like this again, get in touch with me; I'll be more than happy to assist," she said, wrapping her coat around her before exiting.
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