Mastered by the Neighbor part 4
While sitting on the couch, Jess grinned at me strangely. Simultaneously, Brit began to clench her ankles on my neck.
I found myself panicking as I desperately tried to remove her ankles from my throat. She remained firm, even wrapping her legs around my head and holding her ankles tight.
Observing my struggles, Jess walked over, knelt beside me, and placed her hands on my shoulder and leg while uttering, "It's alright..." and "I know..." in a comforting manner.
"I'd been eavesdropping the whole time. I appeared when she said, 'Glorious,' which was our secret signal for me to observe," she informed me. "However, I wasn't supposed to startle you until Brit was prepared."
"What? Jess, you were hiding down there the entire time?" I inquired as I began to comprehend the situation.
I realized Jess was well aware of my meetings with Brit.
"What the heck?!" I thought while darting my gaze between the two women. "If Jess is in on it, then Brit is aware Jess is aware, and they're working together?" My mind raced in an attempt to understand the situation, but I couldn't help my lips.
"So, Jess, you were hearing me plead for clemency and murmuring embarrassing phrases? I asked tentatively.
"Yes, dear. So you've seen what it's like for Brit to dominate me. You almost made me cry, and it was so thrilling!" Brit exclaimed, beaming with excitement. "I'll never forget this!"
"Jess, you overheard everything that happened down here, didn't you?"
"Yep, sweetheart. I observed as Brit humiliated you and left marks on your body. I loved listening to you proclaim that you're my dog."
"So, do you approve, Jess?" Brit inquired, anxiously waiting for my response.
"I'm okay with it. If you prefer, I'll cease meeting Brit for these gatherings," I said, determined to protect my wife's happiness.
"No! No! Space.space," Brit interrupted, speaking over me. "My favorite bikini, which I'd never previously worn outside of a pool or beach, is currently on me. Are you questioning this because you're concerned about my welfare? If so, I'll stop, sweetie," she jokingly inflicted her foot on my chest, grinning with amusement. "Since you also couldn't help but notice my bouncing chest while unlatching my top, I must ask... do you have more questions?"
Amused by her playful banter, I couldn't help but feel that Jess was okay with my encounters with Brit.
"Can it be that what occurred today is because Jess watched me worship her feet, Jess?" I asked.
"Indeed, love."
"So, just like that, you witnessed her giving me intense, physical torture while I wore nothing but the bikini? Don't you have any other concerns, maybe that Jess was nervous?"
"Hang on, I'm gonna disrupt you," Brit spoke swiftly, cutting me off.
"Oh, Jess is upset that our arrangement is changing?"
"No no rum before, slut! Look at him, he's getting his first glimpse of how much you like it," Brit demanded.
"Jess, you instructed me to remove my clothes. Do you want me to?" I found it hard to believe she'd ordered me to undress in front of her.
"I just want you to know your place, little slut," Brit growled.
I was astounded by how quickly events had taken a turn. 'Was Brit speaking to Jess or me? Did she just label my wife as a slut? Has 'Domina' become a term used for Jess?' Suddenly, my mind raced, questioning what was truly happening.
"Wh-what?" Jess stammered, repeating my earlier shock.
"Domina, there was a new strategy, little slut!" Brit clarified.
With nothing else to say, I attempted to express my feelings for my wife. "Jess, I'm going to -"
"Stop!" Brit screeched over me, anticipating my response. "You must witness what I desire: You must see how much I enjoy your submission."
Despite my bewilderment, I sensed Jess's discomfort and uncertainty. "Do you trust me, little slut?" Brit asked, calm and collected.
"Yeah... I think so..." Jess replied hesitantly.
"Then, disrobe!" Brit commanded, to which Jess - with much apprehension and fear - consented. The situation had taken many strange turns, and my thoughts were flooded with questions. 'Why are Jess and Brit now playing these games, and what does Bry's reaction imply about their discussions?'
I glanced over at Brit and she was beaming at Jess with pride in her eyes. I shifted my gaze to Jess and she appeared a bit nervous. Their gazes locked, but neither one seemed willing to make the first move.
It was a brief and tense moment, possibly only lasting a couple of seconds. Jess decided to break the deadlock first. She stood up and removed each of her socks. Next, she took off her earrings and placed them on the couch. She peeled off her top and slid out of her tight jeans. She adjusted her underwear, which had slipped a bit with her jeans, and then she unhooked her bra. She tossed all her clothes on the couch, next to her socks.
She was now standing beside me, dressed only in purple panties. Her proud chest was exposed for all to see, and she blushed when she caught me staring at her.
My wife has a decent body, especially considering she's still 26 years old. Her breasts are a B cup, and I must say, they're firm and perky. When she takes off her bra, her breasts don't budge an inch. I couldn't be prouder to have such a set of boobs. Yes, they may not be the biggest breasts, but they bring me pleasure and happiness.
"I love you, babe, don't think less of me..." she whispered nervously as she laid down next to me on her back.
Her words brought me out of my daydream about her breasts, and my confusion returned.
"I could never think less of you. I love you," I said, trying to be as supportive as possible, knowing that she had just seen me suck Brit's feet and toes.
"Quiet now," Brit snapped, towering over us both as I sat beside Jess's prone form.
"I'm about to talk, but..." she hesitant, leaving me to wonder what was going to happen next. "...I don't have much to say yet. All you need to do is watch and listen."
Brit moved forward, placing her feet on Jess's head and kneeling over her torso. She smiled at me, grabbed my jaw with her large, yet feminine, hand, and forced me to look directly at her.
Brit was sitting on my wife's face.
Brit was sitting on my wife's face.
She was performing a reverse facesit on her.
Jess didn't move. She didn't try to escape. She didn't even raise her hands to pretend to fight back.
Brit lifted up just a bit and I heard Jess gasp for air. After a few deep breaths, she settled back onto Jess's face and fixed me with a satisfied smile.
"Go back there," she commanded, making sure it was clear she wasn't making a suggestion. "You can't see anything good from where you are."
So, I did what I was told: I scooted three feet forward and had a clear view of Brit's massive ass covering my wife's face. Watching her ass was a constant reminder of how big it was. I remembered "big" is a poor way to describe things, but her ass was that of a 6'2" ex-athlete covering my 5'3" wife's face. Her smaller head and face made Brit's huge ass seem even larger. As if she could read my mind, Brit smacked her own ass, the cheek closest to me, and said,
"That's Colombian, you know!" she announced with pride. "I may have been born and raised in South Dakota, but my family brought this ass from Colombia. I hope you are appreciating the view, and I'm sure my wife is, even though she can't say anything right now!" She chuckled evilly.
"How do you feel, Jess?" Brit asked, lifting just enough for Jess to breathe.
"I'm a happy submissive, Domina," Jess replied softly.
Brit didn't seem pleased with her response, so she hooked her feet under Jess's head and slammed her ass onto her face a bit harder than before. Jess lifted her arms to protest, but never attempted to fight back. She just waved her arms in a futile attempt to push Brit away.
"You "like" it?!" Brit accused, challenging Jess's response. She gripped Jess's stomach and began grinding her ass into my wife's face, simulating a kind of twerking motion. Jess's entire body began to squirm beneath her, indicating her discomfort.
"Try again, little slut?" Brit challenged once more as she stopped twerking and stood up. She faced my wife, who was still on her back, with a stern expression.
"I'm sorry, Domina! I'm ecstatic! More than just content! I don't just like it, I adore it! I didn't mean that, you understand that..." [
"Hey, who's my obedient little slut?" Brit questioned, looking stern.
"I'm your obedient little slut, please, Mommy, can I be your obedient little slut?"
"Hmmm… I suppose," Brit responded, seemingly relenting to my wife's apology and appeal.
"Here, hold my ankles," Brit instructed, grabbing Jess's hands and putting them under her ankles. Now, Jess's hands appeared pinned under Brit's feet and Brit remained in her kneeling position. Jess looked helpless as she glanced at me before Brit's dark-skinned derriere descended onto her face once again.
"Good little slut…" Brit cooed seductively as she took things up a notch. Not only was she sitting on Jess's face, but she started caressing Jess's bare breasts. Her two big hands groped and massaged my wife's tits gently and with expertise. Every few seconds, Brit would lift her ass, allowing Jess to gasp for air, before her huge booty came down again. I could see Jess's nipples becoming erect, a clear sign of how much she was enjoying the situation.
After several minutes of silence, except for a few mini moans of pleasure from both women, Brit took things a step further. She lifted her ass to give Jess a break, and when she did, she posed a direct question:
"Is he good at eating your pussy?"
Jess overwhelmed with oxygen, paused, and tremblingly answered in a whisper:
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Do you want him to go down on you now?"
"I'd like that, yes."
"Hey, stop staring at me like that and tend to your wife. Give her pleasure. Or I will punish her."
Regrettably, I didn't jump at the opportunity. I didn't even move. I was taken aback. I still had a hard time processing Brit's butt completely covering Jess's petite face. It was happening before my eyes, but it felt surreal.
I may have been staring at Brit's butt and nether region because she used her hand to signal me. When she did, I looked back up at her. She smiled, made eye contact, then glanced at Jess's vagina, then back at me.
This time, I took her hint. I relocated below, removed those purple panties, and began licking and sucking on every part of her pussy. Jess was already a bit moist, verifying how much she was relishing the situation. I licked and sucked on every area of her vagina, and I also touched her anus with my tongue a few times as I often do. She arched her back and thrust her hips more than usual, and I think she was doing that as Brit squashed her under her ass.
She came just a few minutes later, which was uncharacteristically quick for me!
Once she stood up, kneeling over Jess's body with a smug smirk on her face, turned around, and carefully sat on top of Jess's midsection after adjusting her bikini bottom and straightening out a wedgie.
"Here." she said calmly, indicating the mat with her finger where I should sit near Jess's head while she sat on her stomach. I complied. I felt I had no choice, to be honest.
Soon after I sat down, I noticed that Brit was still caressing Jess's breasts and teasing her erect nipples.
"Did my obedient little slut cum?" Brit inquired.
"Yes, Ma'am, I did."
"That's impressive for just oral sex… Q, have you ever made your wife cum so quickly with your tongue before?" she asked, glancing at me.
I didn't answer promptly, hesitating because I didn't want to respond to "Ma'am" in that context in front of Jess. It felt like if I responded to it then and there, I would be treated as a puppy forever. I should have just gone along with it because she decided to punish me for not responding quickly enough.
She nonchalantly reached over with her long thumb and index finger, grabbed my ear, and twisted it. The pain radiated through my ear!
"Ouch!!!!" I wailed, my voice rising as the agony increased. I tried to fight her hand away, but she calmly said:
"Don't attempt to touch me with that hand."
I stopped, my hand mere inches away from hers.
"Don't make me ask again, puppy. I'm not a woman you can say no to, and I'm not a woman who likes to repeat herself."
"YES!" I blurted out, louder than I had planned. "Yeah, that was surprisingly fast." I hushed back down to a normal tone.
"Good!" Brit exclaimed as she released my ear.
Although it seems our night has concluded, rest assured this is far from over. My favorite plaything and my new pet have aroused desires within me, and I believe we'll enjoy additional playtime this weekend. When are the two of you available?
While discussing our weekend plans, Jess and I confirmed we were both available Saturday, outside of lunch plans. To meet at Brit's house, we agreed on a time of 7 p.m. She explained what to wear and what to bring, yet certain items left me puzzled. Unaware of what she had in mind, intrigue was starting to develop.
The evening's surprising end caught me off guard. Considering I'd just witnessed my wife catching me paying a hefty sum to endure my neighbor's assault in a bikini followed by consummating with said wife afterward, I couldn't comprehend what else there was to uncover. Alas, Jess offered a shocking twist.
In a lowly, meek voice, she addressed Dominatrix: "May I take my leave, Domina? I won't forget to say bye!"
Brit's delight bordered on excitement, almost purring as she declared, "How could I have forgotten? Of course, you may leave, and thank you for reminding me!"
As if to illustrate a point, Brit rotated her body, positioning her hips, perfectly showcasing her curvy assets barely concealed by her bikini. Fixated on her enticing silhouette, I couldn't tear my eyes away. Simultaneously, Jess strategically placed herself behind her dominant companion, lifting her bikini to give Brit a wedgie, which she merrily returned by returning the update on her ass crack, and began licking her woman's posterior. Each stroke began at the crevice where the thigh connected with Brit's derriere, ascending determinedly.
"Ass licking is something I enjoy....
She paused momentarily at the brink of a swoon, her voice filled with pleasure and a hint of vulnerable emotion.
"...especially when my favorite little slut does it!" she whispered.
After a series of ardent kisses and licks, Brit decided she'd consumed enough pleasure. Motioning Brit's bikini back into position, Jess stood and beckoned with her head for us to exit. Obeying, I gazed at Brit one last time, seeking her approval for my departure.
In reality, it was less about referring to Jess's request and more about seeking Brit's blessing. Surprisingly, she provided it via an audible click of her tongue, coupled with a slight nod in my direction, deeming me to leave. With Brit's silent, minorly demeaning remarks, I rose, dressed, and followed Jess towards the stairs leading us outside. Upon reaching the door, she suddenly remembered to say:
"My pet, my plaything? Remember how much fun we had just now. Don't forget I've more to share with both of you! You're both my favored toys!"
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