Premium Award Chapter 4
One night during Sapphire's enslavement, I had an extraordinary set of dreams. There were four particular instances that I could recall the following day. In the first dream, I found myself in a cell with nothing but bars for walls. Inside the cell was a bed with no coverings and a toilet. Male guards patrolled the corridor outside the cells. I was clad in just a hospital gown with ties at the back, and my main concern was how to maintain my modesty while sleeping or using the bathroom. I noticed other women dressed similarly and some were sleeping on their beds, their gowns riding up, allowing the guards to see their backsides and genitals. Then, to my surprise, a woman sat on a toilet as if it were the most natural thing to do. In spite of this, the guards remained indifferent or uninterested.
Another fragment of my dreams depicted me chained between two poles in front of a crowd. A layered coating of white foam covered my entire body. An elderly man stepped forward with a razor blade and began shaving me. He started with my shoulders and arms, and the dream changed before he could reach private areas. The surprising element was the crowd’s interest in the old man, who was a renowned shaver, rather than my nakedness.
Yet another part of the dream saw me secured to four stakes in the ground. I lacked sight but felt myself naked. A group of men nearby conversed about regular topics, while rhythmic noises, grunts, and sighs from men nearby suggested they were masturbating onto me. It seemed that this event was nothing unusual, save for one man who mentioned that I was new to their routines.
My last dream fragment involved crawling on all fours through a large crowd, following a woman in stockings and heels who led me with a collar and leash. I sported a tail attached to a vibrator in my rear and was extremely aroused, as evidenced by liquid oozing down my legs. The crowd commented on my seemingly sexual arousal. We eventually entered an open area where a naked man, similarly tied and leashed, was on all fours. He had a tail in his ass and a huge erection, perhaps ten inches in length. The man behind me moved to mount me. Despite my horniness, I was also terrified of him tearing me apart. As he penetrated me, the feeling was oddly similar to fingers.
In reality, upon waking, I realized that I had been masturbating with my fingers. Mike lay beside me, seemingly unaware. Though it was still early in the morning, he examined me intently, concerned. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"It was just a dream," I replied, relieved that he didn't seem to catch on to my solo activity. Once assured, Mike drifted off back to sleep, leaving me to ponder my sexual dreams. I generally don't pay much attention to dream interpretations, unlike my aunt who just won't stop talking about it. However, it struck me that these dreams were likely products of my fantasies stemming from our weekend with Sapphire. I could not presume I was experiencing a similar situation with her, but the vivid sexual imagery was evidently an extension of my fantasies.
My time as Sapphire's mistress had been extraordinary, but I realized that I yearned to experience being submissive. I figured Mike would probably be willing to control me and I knew the safest approach would be to experiment with him after the weekend was over. However, a substantial part of me felt that this wouldn't be enough to fulfill my curiosity and my desires. What I found surprising about my dreams was that they were all about strangers, with the added component that I was essentially insignificant to them. In my dreams, I was just a body that was shown and used by them. Submitting to my loving husband wasn't even in the same league as this. While Sapphire was no longer a stranger, she was still new to my life and would only be available to me for a few hours more. I decided to bring up a role change.
I dozed off again, and awoke as I sensed Mike stirring. He told me he heard Sapphire cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He didn't have to say he wanted to go have a look. "Do you think she might be topless again?" I joked.
Mike seemed guilty for a second before breaking into a smile. "She was nude at the end of last night and you never gave her permission to put something on, so I'm guessing she's still bare."
"You should wear appropriate clothing before you go out there," I suggested. "It will make her feel more vulnerable." I went to the bathroom while Mike dressed, and he had already left for the kitchen by the time I returned. I waited a few minutes before I followed him, completely naked.
Mike was seated on one of the stools, whispering to Sapphire as she stood naked in the kitchen making pancakes. Sapphire did a double take when she noticed me before bestowing a smile. Mike turned to give me an inquisitive look. I provided no immediate explanation for my nakedness when we were all sitting down at the table eating breakfast. It wasn't until we had finished that I brought up the topic. "Sapphire, could we try something different this morning?"
Sapphire locked eyes with me. "I know what you're after."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You want to switch roles, right?"
I was stunned that she could read my thoughts so accurately. There seemed no reason to deny it. "Would that be all right?" Although she was there as our sex slave, Mike's reward from his work party, I felt it would be wrong to demand a role change. It seemed to exceed the boundaries of what we had agreed to with Heather Cameron. The look on Sapphire's face revealed that she wasn't pleased with the notion, although she appeared more disappointed than furious or distraught.
"This is becoming too good to be true," she said. "I was really looking forward to these last few hours. You've been incredibly imaginative. Anyway, you've been too clever, it appears. You've been a fantastic mistress. I assume it's the old tale of life having two sides."
"What do you mean?"
Sapphire took a deep breath. "I've been doing this for a couple of months now, and I've had some deep conversations with some of the other girls. We think the whole dominating and submissive thing is a turn-on. Some people are excited by the notion, while many aren't. It's my belief that individuals who get aroused by the notion of dominating have a lot in common with those who enjoy being submissive. They're two sides of the same coin. And among those folks, some are naturally domineering, some are naturally submissive, and some are somewhere in the middle."
"The majority of the guys who choose a lady as a prize or bid at one of our auctions don't have a desire for domination and submission. They're just enthusiastic about having someone to have intercourse with. But you're different. You've thoroughly enjoyed this. Indeed, I wager you've never even considered being with a woman before this weekend, but you got into it because you were drawn to the dominance and submission scene. You've captivated me all weekend, and I must admit, my theory about you was spot-on. The explanation for your superb mistressship isn't your love for power, but your adoration for someone having power. I believe what you've found most appealing is living out your submissive fantasies through me, and now you want to live them out yourself."
I contemplated Sapphire's words. "I'm unsure if it's completely true. Being dominant was exciting in itself. I'm unsure whether I favor one over the other, but I know I don't want to miss the opportunity to try both."
Sapphire smiled, although her expression could still be described as discontented. "You've been a fantastic mistress. I don't believe I can say no to you given how enjoyable you've been. What about Mike? Do you think he would enjoy dominating both of us?"
I looked at Mike. "Would that appeal to you? Do you like the idea of being our master?"
I chuckled, "Perhaps you'd like to become a servant too. Aren't we an interesting group?"
Mike responded with a shrug, "I'm not saying I want that. I just haven't considered it. Being dominant might be something i'd try at some point, but I'm worried about doing or saying the wrong thing and ruining everything. It's tough when you're always concerned about being called sexist. I doubt I could offer you everything you desire."
Turning my attention to Sapphire, I inquired, "Have you ever wanted to be in charge?"
"I once explored that with a boyfriend, but it was a flop. It got quite strange and awkward, even if it was probably more about him than me. I figured there was no sense in trying it again."
"Please, do it for me."
Sapphire considered for a moment before replying, "Can I think about it for a bit?"
Mike prepared more coffee, and we all sat quietly drinking. Eventually, Sapphire broke the silence: "Do you have any idea of the activities I might make you perform?"
"I couldn't imagine, but they would probably be similar to what I've made you do."
"That's too predictable. If you're going to be my servant, you must embrace the uncertain. I may instruct you to do things you wouldn't dare ask me to do, or things you've never considered in your life. How would you feel about that?"
"A bit scared, yet insanely aroused."
"Good," Sapphire said. "Now let's discuss the role Mike will play. During the time I was your servant, you were the mistress and Mike was essentially a passive piece. You commanded my holes, and you had control over what he did to me. Should I become your mistress, it'll be the same arrangement."
"Of course," was my response.
"I'm not joking around. I won't simply be telling you what Mike does or doesn't do with you. I'll be the one deciding what he does with me. Today, I'm being blunt. If you want me to be your mistress, you'll have to watch me have sex with your husband - true intercourse, his penis inside my vagina. This is non-negotiable. If he refuses, none of this will happen. You may wish to discuss this with Mike?" Sapphire's expression suggested she wasn't trying to be cruel; her tone was just firm and direct.
My heart was racing, and my mind was a flurry of conflicting emotions. Anxiety, jealousy, and desire were all vying for attention within my overwhelmed consciousness. I gradually began to resolve some of the issues. Firstly, I overcame my fear that Sapphire was trying to steal my husband. She showed no signs of being attracted to him. In fact, she seemed more drawn to me. I also dismissed the argument that Sapphire and Mike having sex was crossing a new limit. Considering all the things we'd done the previous night, even Bill Clinton couldn't argue that we hadn't already had sex with Sapphire. My earlier decision to outlaw Mike having Sapphire's pussy was simply an attempt to exert control over the situation. Now, I'm being asked to relinquish that control.
However, my greatest fear – that Mike would lose love and respect for me – couldn't be quelled without his input. "What do you think, Mike?" I asked. "I don't want to ruin what we have."
Mike's answer surprised me, "I'm quite uneasy. I've just discovered a side of you that I wasn't aware of, and I'm scared you'll become bored with me if I can't match these desires you crave. This is the best way for us to find out if this is what you truly want. If it is, we'll work out a way of dealing with it after Sapphire's gone. I don't want us to waste any more time. I'm fine with you doing anything with Sapphire. I'd be more comfortable with her than one of those rough guys. And in return, I would appreciate an open mind about some of the things I might want to try that I've been too timid to suggest before."
"What things?" I was curious.
"Just things. Tamer than this. Since you asked, I thought that when we have saved enough money, we could go to a place where people walk around naked," Mike said, looking embarrassed. "And I've always wanted to go to a strip club, at least once in my life. We could check it out together."
I smiled. It was adorable how shaken Mike was. His mother certainly raised an exemplary feminist. "So, you want me to take you to places where you can ogle naked women, and in return, you'll allow me to have sex with Sapphire?"
"Come on, that's not right," Mike chuckled too. "Having sex with Sapphire isn't like some grand experience you know. She just wants to play heads-up with you. I feel used up." He added that last part with a dramatic, faked tear. "I'm not even turned on at the idea," he reported.
I slipped my foot beneath the table and found the front of his pants. He was being honest when he said he wasn't currently hard, although I could feel his penis hardening as I ran my foot over his groin. I assumed his lack of an erection was due to nervousness following our discussion. I believed he could perform when he felt reassured. I glanced at Sapphire. "We've reached an arrangement, provided you can make him erect."
"Oh, he'll get hard all right," said Sapphire. "He's going to experience the best sex of his life!"
I thought it a bit forceful, but when I was about to object, I noticed the resolved look in Sapphire's eyes. It dawned on me that my servitude had already begun. "Yes, Mistress," I responded.
Sapphire smirked. "Crawl onto the table, whore. It's time to show you what it means to have someone else control your body."
I got onto the table by holding on to the sides of it on all fours. "Got any towels or something for me to lie on? We eat off this table."
Sapphire struck me hard on the bottom. "Shit!" I cried out.
"You will obey me without question," Sapphire commanded. "Lie down!" I settled down on the hard tabletop swiftly.
Sapphire spanked me again. "Ow!" I exclaimed.
"That was for talking without permission," said Sapphire. "Now lie down quickly." I swiftly lay down on the tabletop.
Sapphire spanked me once more. "Ouch!" I yelped.
"What were the words you used for getting punished?" Sapphire asked. "I'm going to do something about your swearing habit, because if you keep swearing every time I chastise you for speaking, it could turn out to be a long day."
Sapphire made me turning my head forward over the edge of the table. Then she had Mike stand in front of me. Sapphire moved behind him and started unbuttoning his shirt. She removed his clothing in this way until he was all naked, and his semi-stiff dick was just above my face.
"Mike, I want you to run your dick across her face. Yes, like that, wipe it throughout her whole face." I found this degrading only task shockingly humiliating. As Mike was doing this, his arousal increased my embarrassment. Sapphire's smirk told me she knew what I was feeling. Her next instruction was for me to open my mouth for him to insert his erection. "I want you to keep your mouth completely still, this isn't a blowjob-" Sapphire began, but I didn't catch the rest because she was suddenly spanking my ass, hard. "If you know what's best for Mike, you'll keep your mouth open." Sapphire resumed the spanking, but it wasn't as severe as before. I barely kept myself from biting his penis.
After around a dozen smacks, Sapphire pulled my legs apart and slid her finger into my vagina. "Hmm, my whore is extremely wet," she observed. She left the room to where I could see her, commanding Mike to step away. She revealed herself, still standing behind him. "Mike, slap her pussy with your hand," she instructed him. "Give her a good, hard smack, something exceptional." I waited as Mike obeyed, finding it frustrating. I could feel Sapphire's fingers slip into my vagina, and then I felt a burst of relief as she stopped.
Sapphire strolled over to the table and stood in front of me. "I have to leave at high noon by my flatmate. Our time together will be limited, but your servitude isn't going to end there. I have a hunch you'll have to clean this room starting from the ceiling down this afternoon. Now, get off the table and kneel on the floor."
As I assumed the ordered position, Sapphire grabbed one of the dirty breakfast plates. It was covered in pancake crumbs and maple syrup. "You may need to put extra effort into washing the dishes too," she said before wiping the plate all over her lower back. Sapphire shifted around so her back faced me. "The dishes can wait until later, but my ass needs cleaned now. Lick me clean!" Since I love maple syrup, this assignment wasn't unpleasant, yet it indeed was humiliating. All in all, I was sure I had licked away all the syrup. Sapphire, though, had other plans. She grabbed the syrup bottle off the bench and squirted some into her butt crack. "I think you missed a spot," she stated.
Sapphire leaned over one of our kitchen stools while I continued my task of cleaning her with my tongue. This time, I needed to physically spread her ass apart with my hands to get my face right between her butt cheeks. The taste was mostly pleasing, but as my tongue ventured deeper, I encountered a less pleasant taste and smell. However, Sapphire egged me on with comments like, "That feels great. This feels so nice." I felt both sexy and filthy at the same time, and if I hadn't been using both hands, I would have allowed my free one to stimulate my own pussy.
Sapphire eventually pushed me away, but not without another positive remark, "Wow, that was surprisingly good. Mike, do you want her to do it to you?"
Mike responded, "I don't think I could do that." I was somewhat relieved by his answer.
"Too bad," Sapphire said. "Slave, go gather all our sex toys and the items associated with them."
I quickly scurried through both bedrooms, gathering the vibrators, restraints, lube, and other assorted paraphernalia, and I came back with them. It was no surprise when she instructed me to dump them all on the kitchen counter, confirming that post-cleaning duties would be plentiful.
"Will we tie her up?" Mike inquired.
"Nope. The power is in commanding someone to stay where they are," Sapphire replied.
Next, Sapphire chose a small bullet vibrator and slid it into a condom. Moments later, she secured the open end of the condom to a refrigerator magnet. "Get over the kitchen bench, slave," she instructed. Once I had done so, she turned on the vibrator before inserting it into my ass, using only the lube on the condom to facilitate its entrance. The fridge magnet poked out the other end, preventing it from going too deep. The sensation was bizarre, and the vibrations transferred to my clit when I sat back down at the dinner table.
Finally, it was time for the anticipated moment. Sapphire had Mike stand in front of me but instructed us not to touch each other. Instead, she took over, lubing up Mike's penis before giving him a brief hand job. She then made him lie down on the table with Sapphire climbing on top. As she positioned herself to ride him, I prepared myself to bear witness to the spectacle ahead.
Although Mike isn't fond of being on the receiving end, I was still anxious that Sapphire might go through with her threat to give Mike the best sex he'd ever had. It wasn't long before they switched positions, testing different ways to configure their bodies on the table, the stools, and the bench (which added to my cleaning checklist). Eventually, Sapphire settled on lying on her back on the table with her thighs over Mike's shoulders as he stood and entered her from above. I observed closely, watching as he flooded her pussy with his cum.
Then, it was my turn. "Come here, slave, and lick me," Sapphire ordered. Despite the previous unappetizing experience, I eagerly obliged. I was now aware that surrendering myself to her control was more important than any specific sexual orientation.
As I started to lick Sapphire's pussy, she lifted her hips to lie flat on the table, allowing me to concentrate on her clit. In response, she murmured, "Good girl, clean me out. I want you to swallow all of it." To encourage more fluid flow, she propped her hips with her arms, enabling more of Mike's semen to leak from her vagina into my mouth.
After a while, the flavor of the fluids in my mouth shifted. Mike's cum was now lodged inside me, while Sapphire's juices continued flowing. They were no longer enjoyable, but they were mostly tolerable. Sapphire began to moan, and she dug her heels into my back, pulling me closer. Consumed with the mere rhythm of her clit, I persisted, and she eventually reached a climax, unleashing even more juices into my mouth. "Oh, yes!" she sighed in ecstasy.
I separated my lips from Sapphire's clit, understanding that she'd be very receptive. However, I continued caressing her thighs with kisses and gently nibbling on her labia. My goal was to maintain her arousal to the point of providing a second climax, or even more, as long as she desired. Yet, Sapphire displayed a different idea. She carefully pushed my face away and instructed me to recline on one of the kitchen stools. I watched her go around the stool to the other side where I could observe her purchasing the strap-on vibrator. She removed the hook-shaped G-spot sleeve I utilized on her and swapped it with the largest one. Then, she headed towards me.
Although Mike and I hadn't contemplated the benefits of our kitchen stools before, they turned out to be ideal for sex. They rotated, could be adjusted in height, and featured cushioned seats. Sapphire efficiently adjusted the height to align the strap-on with my vagina. Before inserting it, though, she briefly yanked on the magnet tied to the bullet vibrator in my anus, pulling the bullet through my sphincter, granting her access to its power switch. She cranked it up to its maximum setting. Next, she lubricated the strap-on and slid it into me.
The experience of possessing vibrators in both my orifices was an agonizing delight. My neurons were bombarded with signals from my nerve endings, many of which I was unaware of. Sapphire's fingers clutched my hips, caressed my lower back, and sometimes teased the vibrator in my anus. Meanwhile, my clitoris merely received marginal stimulation from touching the stool top. My excitement increased gradually, and I anticipated it would be intense when it eventually arrived. Then, Sapphire rotated us until I could see Mike, who was seated on the table, slowly pulling on his erection. Despite his initial intercourse with Sapphire, Mike was partially hard once more.
"Do you understand what a spit roast is?" inquired Sapphire. I was ignorant, while Mike evidently did since he smirked and started climbing down.
"I assume you're not discussing the restaurant menu," I said before Mike shoved his penis in my mouth.
I've always been sparing with my blowjobs, and Mike and prior partners had learned not to initiate them since my initial boyfriend forcefully pushed me onto his dick. The flavor of semen is generally mediocre at best, and after granting guys entry to my vagina, I decided a few licks and sucks once in a while must suffice. I was taken aback that Mike didn't verify with me before sticking his dick in my mouth, but then it struck me once more: my mouth was owned, and since Sapphire was the proprietor of both my vagina and anus, I shouldn't grudge my spouse access to my mouth.
I attempted to provide Mike a decent blowjob, but my abilities are basic, even when distracted, and once Sapphire began spanking my ass, I was as focused as one could be. I closed my eyes and envisioned how I must look to both Mike and Sapphire. The mental image intensified my moisture traveling down my thighs. Both had to hold my physique tightly as my climax hit or I could've fallen. Mike wisely pulled his arousal from my mouth as I lost control of my movements.
Post-orgasm, Sapphire removed herself from me. She also deleted the bullet from my anus and put it in the unoccupied fruit bowl on the counter. I was adding the bowl to my cleaning list in my mind when I heard Sapphire informing Mike that he could complete in any hole he desired. Then, the doorbell sounded.
"Damn, it's midday!" stated Sapphire. "I need to speed up and open the door quickly or Mary will get upset." Without pausing to disrobe or change, she dashed down the hallway towards the front door. I accompanied her without contemplation and witnessed Sapphire welcoming a tall woman who promptly embraced her.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked. "Richard's awaiting in the car if something's wrong."
"No, everything's fine," said Sapphire. "Simply lost track of time. Sorry, but I still need to pack my belongings."
As Sapphire disentangled herself, the woman noticed me in the hallway, partially exposed and unsure whether it was suitable to flee and dress. "What's the situation with her? Did the man somehow acquire both of you? I did not believe that was possible."
Sapphire grinned. "No, this is Jess. She's been my mistress for most of the weekend. It's likely fortunate she didn't bring her partner in. If you'll pardon me, I simply need to collect all my stuff."
The awkwardness heightened as I was left with Mary. Thankfully, I didn't have to chat her up, since she utilized the time to make a call. "Hi Richard...no, everything's good, but we'll take a few more minutes. Stay in the vehicle." Mike eventually joined us by the entrance. He'd taken a short time to get dressed, worsening my discomfort of being the only one naked in appearance, however, this allowed him to involve Mary in conversation as we anticiapted Sapphire's arrival.
Upon Sapphire's return, she was holding her belongings in one hand and the dildo in the other. Shockingly, she remained undressed. It appears this was within expectations, as Mary produced a thin, ruffled red robe from the bag she was carrying and provided it to Sapphire. It fell just to mid-thigh, exposing her nipples through the slender fabric.
"You don't have to dash away on our account," I said. "You could still take time to dress properly before you depart."
"Thanks," Sapphire replied. "The robe is Mary's determination, not mine. The robe is part of the cost I have to pay to have her escort me."
"But isn't her partner in the car?"
"Yes. That's a different tale we're short of time to share."
Sapphire proceeded to embrace Mike and bestow a kiss on his lips. Then she paid me the same courtesy. "Thank you. I had an incredible time." I proceeded with a fast kiss, resistant to relinquish her from my embrace.
"It's time to leave now, Sapphire," stated Mary.
I scrutinized Sapphire's eyes. I felt melancholic. "After becoming well-acquainted with you, it's strange I don't truly know you."
Sapphire smiled. "There's a purpose for why she named me Sapphire."
"Why?"
"As it is my genuine name."
"Actually, I thought you were all distinguishable with nicknames."
"Admirably, two of us chose to utilize our authentic names. Glad you're aware now. Oh," she mentioned, "here's yours." She displayed the dildo towards me.
"Is it okay if I retain it as a gift? Wouldn't that be customary?"
"No, you should own it. Besides, you delivered me the underwear. Perhaps you can utilize it more frequently, won't she, Mike?" His eyebrows arched in astonishment. "Perhaps you could come and bid for me at one of the club liv/auctions. I'd appreciate that."
After one final embrace, Mary and Sapphire vanished. Mike and I moved into a front space to observe them scale into a car. As I was deprived of clothing, I cloaked down low to avoid display from the road. Examining over, I noticed that Mike's erection was evident in his trousers. Having my libido revived that morning from being dominated, it had taken only a couple seconds to unsettle his trousers and swallow his erection, continuing where we'd abruptly halted in the morning. Mike continued to linger in the window, appreciating the thrill of receiving a secret blowjob. Since I was now more focused, I could hone in on determining his preferences. He alarmed me when he was about to reach climax, but I compelled myself to persevere. He eventually propelled into my mouth, and I throated his load.
Mike crumpled into a chair, but I was cognizant I would not be able to unwind yet. I initially planned to do some cleaning naked, but I eventually determined to wear the delicate G-string from the laundry hamper, resolving to become more comfortable with the idea of wearing it. I sensed like a slut while cleaning the kitchen in the dingy G-string, and the looks I received from Mike gave me hope that I'd soon be utilized as a slut.