Premium Prize Chapter 2 Unveiled
Spent, I was after experiencing three orgasms at Sapphire's fingers. The thought of drifting off to sleep was tempting, yet Sapphire, as our guest, still had her place in our home. I led her to the guest bedroom, with its own bathroom, and ensured she had what she needed. Giving her a quick hug, I expressed my satisfaction.
"Thank you, Sapphire," I said.
"Thank you, Mistress," she smiled back.
"I wish I could use your real name, but it's not appropriate," I continued.
"Why, don't you like the name Sapphire?" She subtly teased me.
"No, it's a beautiful name. I'm just saying that using it feels inappropriate," I clarified.
"Yes, Mistress," she replied.
Mike had showered and slept when I re-entered our room. Showering, putting on fresh panties and an old Guns 'n' Roses T-shirt, I joined Mike in bed. Mike promised to assist his sister in moving homes, to run open houses in the early afternoon, so upon waking, I hastened to see him before his departure. In the kitchen, the French toast cooked happily with his broad smile and loving kiss reassured me he'd keep fighting for us. As long as we discussed our relationship, we could navigate it.
I sat on a stool by the breakfast bar as Mike prepared our breakfast. The small prize bag beckoned me when I noticed it, so I unzipped it to look inside. The vouchers within it totaled a thousand dollars, themed romantically or erotically: lingerie, alcohol, beauty treatments, and one for me to dare to venture into an adult store.
Mike, his smile still present, greeted us both. Sapphire, now wearing a black thong, stood there naked.
"Good morning, Mistress and Mike," she said. "I apologize for sleeping in. I should attend to making breakfast."
I dismissed this fact. "Didn't you bring any clothes to wear?" I asked, curious.
"Yes, Mistress, but I did not wish to wear them without your consent," she stated.
"Michael!" I scolded, as he burnt his toast. "You should have checked on these."
"Here, you should wear this," I said, offering her a blouse. "Somehow the toast is more important than your experience," I jabbed at Mike.
As Mike burnt more toast while leaving for work, he couldn't help but express his approval of Sapphire's underwear. I expressed my discomfort with thongs.
"Trust me," Sapphire said. "Within a week, you won't notice them."
"You should try wearing this," I offered, handing her a robe. "Wouldn't want your butt in the open like this and Mike noticing," I remarked, rolling my eyes at his lingering stares.
"Mmm," Sapphire remarked as she changed clothes. "Fancy some shopping?" I suggested.
"These places have vouchers in the same area," she mentioned. We both perceived the hint; a slave's assistance in shopping would bear perks.
"That sounds enjoyable," I replied. "Let's go." The conversational exchange between us both escalated.
"You know, this store's lingerie exceeds typical quality. They'll provide a perfect bra fit."
"Your bra fit?" I queried.
"It seemed like yours, but then I noticed the underwires, not sitting flush on your ribcage. I'd suggest getting measured."
"But you didn't keep staring at my breasts last night! You only saw me in that suit for seconds."
"You were in high heels and cups that hug your cleavage firmly," she clarified.
"True," I responded.
By recognizing the absence of my underwires, I deemed her observation surprisingly accurate.
"I have a fashion design degree," she cheerfully stated.
"Let's shop," I agreed. The high-class lingerie store's voucher seduced me.
"I bet this place could enhance your lingerie collection," she proposed.
"With a slave to carry my bags?" I exclaimed.
"Absolutely," she affirmed.
"Sounds delightful," I said.
"You know," Sapphire began, "certain bras serve better when they know your exact measurements."
"Sounds sensible."
"Follow me," she said, opening the gift bag. "Let's peruse these locations and color coordinate your lingerie."
Making our way to the lingerie store, Sapphire revealed her knowledge of bras and their perfect fitting.
Maybe you're not exactly sure, but it's worth considering if you purchased a fancy set in the wrong size. Let me ask you a few questions. For the most part, aren't your everyday bras less expensive than your sexy ones?
You nodded in agreement.
I continued, "And when you first purchase them, they feel oddly uncomfortable for a few weeks before fitting you like a glove, right?"
You nodded again.
"That's what I thought. Now, have you been wearing the same bra size since high school?"
"No. I went up a dress size my first year at university, but I've always been a C-cup."
"I'd argue differently," replied Sapphire. "You probably went up a cup, not a dress size. I'm convinced you're now a D-cup. The reason your everyday bras fit better with time is simply because they're stretching."
You pondered her words, and they made perfect sense. "All right, let's go shopping. I'll just throw some clothes on and then we'll head into the city."
You put on a skirt and a blouse. You were too uncomfortable showing your crumbling bra collection, so you decided to endure the drive without one. Sapphire stood at the door, still wearing the blouse and thong she'd had on. You had to fight off a giggle when she kept a straight face. "You'll have to order me to get dressed," you said.
"Yes, Mistress," she replied.
You smirked. "Seeing as that's the case, if there's a dress in your bag, I want you to wear it- no underwear."
"Yes, Mistress."
A few minutes later, Sapphire emerged, sporting a cute summer dress with spaghetti straps. You both piled into your old car and drove into the city's heart. As you drove, Sapphire dialed the lingerie shop, arranging for a senior consultant and fitting room for your arrival. The consultant, a woman in her 50s named June, had a warm, maternal demeanor and didn't seem phased when Sapphire joined you in the fitting room.
She simply assessed that you were the one requiring the fitting, and she requested that you take off your blouse. She also didn't flinch when she saw you weren't wearing a bra already. She must've assumed you were more likely to make a purchase.
Taking some measurements, June eventually confirmed Sapphire's hypothesis that your chest was a D-cup. After discussing your preferred styles, June went shopping and returned with a half dozen bras for you to test. Once you'd selected two you liked, they moved on to colors. Eventually, you'd settled on a white lace bra and a red bra with black lace trim.
"Will you be interested in any additional accessories?" June inquired as she commenced measuring your waist and hips.
"Yes, Sapphire wants a matching pair of bikini panties and a G-string for each of the bras," you said.
"Excellent," responded June. "The red set happens to be on sale this weekend. Buy two sets of that type instead of the white, or would you opt for adding accessories to your current selection?"
"What? The red set doesn't have to be the same size for the two-for-one price?"
"It does not," she replied.
"In that case, I'll purchase an additional set in Sapphire's size."
You saw Sapphire's blush when June requested she remove her dress and discard any underwear. You'd already known that she didn't have any pubic hair- she'd listed "not applicable" under the hair removal option. June maintained her professional demeanor throughout the measurements. Announcing that Sapphire was nearly the same size as you, save for being a C-cup, she left to get her lingerie. You quickly slipped into the white G-string and bra and admired yourself in the mirror.
"I'm sure Mike finds that enticing," Sapphire commented. "Of course, you'll need to do something about your pubes. The beauty treatment voucher is in the bag. You can get a Brazilian."
"Nah, I'll trust my electric trimmer," you laughed.
Sapphire rolled her eyes, but she didn't argue the point.
When June returned, she scowled at us, emphasizing the store's no-try-on-panties-without-another-layer-underneath rule. But I eased her concerns by reassuring her that I had made up my mind to buy the lingerie. I then took advantage of this situation, making Sapphire try on just the bra, leaving her exposed from the waist down. Given Sapphire's control-loving tendencies, this was proving to be a fun way to remind her of her submissive role.
Having confirmed the right bra size for Sapphire, I announced, "I'll wear the white set home, and we'll put both red sets in one bag." I turned to Sapphire and reinforced my choice by stating, "The straps on that bra won't match your dress." She promptly removed the bra as I picked up her gown, and I took pleasure in making her stand naked for a brief moment before presenting her with her dress.
To our surprise, we had not yet used all our vouchers. "May I suggest something?" inquired Sapphire. "There are packs of five thongs available."
"I'll take a pack," I replied.
After leaving the lingerie store, I ushered Sapphire into the coffee shop next door with the intention of grabbing a quick drink before returning home.
"Aren't you going to continue shopping?" she asked curiously. "The whiskey store is just around the corner, the sex shop is only a block away, and the spa is slightly further up the hill."
"I'll likely purchase a spa package, so I'll need to schedule it in advance, and Mike will want to join me at the whiskey store. Plus, the thought of entering a sex shop filled with pervs makes me shudder."
"But it's not like you imagine," Sapphire countered. "The employees are all females, and the male customers are really awkward, disappearing when you approach them."
"What? Have you been there?"
"Yes, five times, actually, including every time I've done this weekend. It's a tradition. Typically, the clients have gifted me something from the shop as a memento of our time together."
"I didn't realize I was supposed to get you a gift."
"And yet you've already bought me an expensive lingerie set. As much as you haven't let me wear it, I'm still quite elated about it."
Our conversation paused, and thoughts swirled in my head. "Sapphire, would it be okay if I ask you how many of these weekends you've attended?"
She smiled enigmatically and gathered her thoughts. "I've been to three of these weekends. This is my fourth. Additionally, I've participated in several auctions, similar but different from these events."
"Do you want to discuss them?"
"Certainly. I can't divulge identities, but if you're interested, I'm prepared to share my experiences."
I wondered and decided to ask. "Sapphire, could you recount your first experience?"
"Sure. Let's call him Tie Up Guy because he really liked tying people up. It was a true fetish - he had an abundance of ropes and chains, and he would spend thirty minutes meticulously tying me up. Then he would have sex with me for a couple minutes, later untie me."
"That sounds unpleasant!"
"I know it sounds bad, but it actually wasn't. He was a smart guy, acutely aware of his pitiable middle-aged status and his even weirder sex fixation. He lived in a bachelor pad crammed with high-tech gadgets, and he was obsessed with his job. He tied me up and had sex with me twice on Friday night and another time on Saturday morning, before leaving me to my own devices. He left a stack of cash and a pile of pamphlets of restaurants that deliver, providing me with the responsibility of ordering lunch myself. To his delight, I organized a shopping trip and cooked dinner that day. He had sex with me once more when he returned from work, then again later at night, and finally, one last time on Sunday morning. He was somewhat amusing. While he wasn't working or tying me up, we watched MASH episodes from his DVD box set. He even agreed to transform his couch into a bed, leaving the sleeping bag for himself."
"But wasn't being tied up terrifying?" I queried.
"I was initially horrified and was regretting allowing it. But I'd been assured that it's safer at these Macleod parties because everyone serves under his command, and ladies share common limits. He was an intellectual with a knowing sense of his own pitiful, fetish-driven state, so he was slightly embarrassed and apologetic."
One time, while I was still new to this kinky thing, I had my first encounter that really made me feel like I belonged. After the initial fear and uncertainty passed, I started to enjoy these experiences more. It was almost like his excitement was contagious. Despite him asking me to take off my clothes while he remained fully clothed, and only touching me enough to secure the ropes, I could sense he was getting turned on. Once he finished the ropes, he'd examine me from every angle, and it made me feel as if he was admiring his work rather than my body. Then, he would remove his pants, lubricate both our nether regions, and enter me.
The sensation of being used in this way was extremely arousing for me, which made me question my own sexual wiring. I was merely a means for him to fulfill his fantasies that he would never dare discuss with his girlfriend. As his level of excitement increased, he would barely last long before he'd release his tension, leaving me deeply horny and yearning for my own climax. After untying me, he would offer to leave me alone to 'recover,' implying he would wait for me to take care of myself. On his bed, I'd have intense orgasms, covered in his ejaculate, while he patiently waited in the other room for us to continue. The thought of it still makes me wet even now.
When this man, who I'll call Tie Up Guy, took me to an adult shop one Saturday evening, he bought a restraint pack that was laden with Velcro cuffs, straps, clips, traditional handcuffs, and blindfolds. Driving us back home, he mentioned, "I want you to keep these because I think you might like to experiment with them in the future, especially with a partner. I know my fetish with the ropes might be a bit extreme, but I think you'd enjoy these gifts if you're brave enough to try them in the future."
Now, I didn't know it then, but I was starting to become interested in something else. I began to hope that this man wasn't interested in an addiction that too often comes hand in hand with being a sex slave: anal play. Most of the club's clients seem to prefer this act, so for them to refuse would mean settling for one of the more uncommon kinks, such as a body piercing. And sure enough, the next morning, he began to prepare me for anal. Though it was painful at first, it didn't last long enough to make a lasting impression. It simply solidified what I already knew about myself - losing control in that way was extraordinarily stimulating.
At my second Macleod party, I partnered with a man I'll call Checklist Guy. Like Tie Up Guy, he was a middle-aged, recently divorced man, yet unlike him, he had previous marital experience. Due to his wife's refusal to try out new forms of intimacy, he ended his marriage. Full of bitterness, he was now eager to experiment. He treated my list like a checklist he had to complete over the weekend.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a copy of Sapphire's profile. "Did your limits back then match your present ones?"
"Yes. Our limits are very similar. Some girls aren't comfortable with water sports, but most of us are willing to engage in more frequent and harsher spanking. And since we spend most of our time in class trying on different outfits, none of us wants to arrive at our sessions bruised or cut. But he liked the look of my list."
As I questioned further, I had to clarify some things: "Is water sports wee? And scat - is it poo?"
"Yes." Sapphire replied. "None of us engage in scat. We only list it to emphasize that we haven't agreed to it. Some girls have considered doing it at their auction to see if they can get a sizable amount, but I believe it's mostly empty talk."
I had to ask, "So, you let this guy wee on you?"
"Yes. And the same goes for me; I had to wee on him. The strangest part was preparing for the act. I suggested we both drink a lot of water beforehand because, for a beginner, large volumes are better than a highly concentrated mixture."
I needed to confirm, "So, do you think I'll ever try water sports?"
"Weren't these coffee meetups for that?" Sapphire playfully asked.
"Maybe I'll order broccoli for lunch. That'll throw you off. Let's continue with your narrative." My heart was pounding fast.
"Sorry. So, Mr. List took me to an adult store early one Saturday morning. As I mentioned, he was quite the organizer and had done some research. His main priority was, you guessed it, anal sex. But he was also a bit nervous about it, so he bought an anal training kit, an enema kit, and a unique anal lubricant to help reduce sensation."
"What is an anal training kit?"
"It's a set of three differently sized butt plugs meant to help stretch someone beforehand. You start with the smallest and then progress to the largest size. He spent over an hour preparing me with them, and I must admit, it made the experience much more tolerable. I might have even had an orgasm if I had touched my clit or something, but since he was up next for oral sex, he quickly put me over the edge afterwards."
"Checklist guy not only gave me the anal items as a present but also offered me the lingerie voucher as well. I didn't have to worry about it since he was insistent about not giving his sister the spa voucher due to her birthday, so he gave me the voucher for the whiskey place instead. When I mentioned that I don't usually drink whiskey, he kept the voucher and provided me with two incredibly expensive bottles of wine from his private collection."
Sapphire and I had finished our coffees, but I wanted her to complete her tales before we vacated the table. "So, what about the third contestant?"
"Incidentally, the third time, I was chosen by a female real estate agent, although she wasn't interested in me herself. She informed me that I was a gift for her husband. They didn't even have me at their house. They reserved a hotel room for me and said I could order food through room service. The man would come visit me as long as it didn't interfere with their social engagements. To be honest, this was the least delightful experience. He made little effort to make it enjoyable and instead had monotonous sex and complained about his wife, who had obtained me as a present due to discovering an affair she'd had. It was quite unhealthy."
"Her wife wanted to keep all the prizes for herself, but the husband didn't want her to have the sex store voucher since he was worried that another guy would gain from it. So, he stole the voucher, drove me to the store, and instructed me to go inside and spend it. I purchased one of the most expensive vibrators they sold, one with two motors."
Sapphire glanced around. "I believe it's time to leave the den of lust. Can you handle venturing into the land of erotica?"
Nervously, I accompanied Sapphire to the adult shop and was relieved to find it as safe as she had promised. There was a wider variety of merchandise than I had anticipated. I was taken aback by the array of games, somewhat frightened by the tall bookshelves of DVDs, and intrigued by the collection of lingerie and dress-up attire. I was even tempted to buy a male G-string for Mike, but I figured I should postpone making that purchase until I started wearing those thongs for myself. The primary challenge, however, was that my thoughts were racing with Sapphire's account, and I felt a strong urge to select a sex toy for her that would symbolize our connections. The task was too overwhelming for me.
"I'm sorry, Sapphire," I said. "I can't find anything suitable at the moment. Perchance, let's go obtain some sustenance?"
Sapphire didn't respond much as we moved to a nearby restaurant and ordered lunch. I remained intrigued to hear more of her adventures, so while we ate, I started questioning her. "So, how did you join the competitions? How did you even come to learn about them? I graduated from the University of Auckland for six years, and I had no idea this was happening."
She casually replied, "I'll tell you later. Let's finish our lunch first."
"Do you recall meeting a girl named Angel the previous night?" Inquired Sapphire. While I had indeed met a girl named Angel, I couldn't confidently recall which one she had been. "Angel is in the same course as me," Sapphire went on to say. "We had planned to collaborate on a group project, and I had arranged to drop by her house one Saturday morning to work on it. Approximately an hour prior, she called me, requesting that I collect her from a different location on my way to her residence. Upon my arrival, she was still wearing the remnants of clothing from the night before. We ventured into attempting the project, yet she was too exhausted to focus, consequently angering me. She then claimed that she had been performing the previous evening and needed the salary. I responded with ridicule, scoffing at her story and implying it was an excuse for partying or a one-night stand. This resulted in her confessing her participation in the auctions."
"I found Angel's experiences intriguing, but they didn't personally appeal to me," Sapphire continued. "A few weeks later, Angel telephoned me and sought assistance. She divulged that she had lost her designated bidder and required a replacement for a Friday night event."
"What's a designated bidder?" I queried.
"In these types of events, you pay a fee to register as opposed to paying a commission on your earnings. Having a designated bidder means you can influence the bidding process through discrete signals rather than a stipulated minimum bid. If you're displeased with the current bidding or dislike the potential suitor, you notify your designated bidder, who then places a bid on your behalf. Although unsuccessful, you avoid being auctioned to someone you dislike. The money is a loss, but it eliminates being with someone you can't stand."
"But I assumed you all joined the club to earn money for your ski trips," I conveyed.
Sapphire uncomfortably responded, "Alright, here's a secret. While we'd prefer it if you didn't inform Mike, if you do, please request him not to disclose it to his colleagues. The truth is that Hamish Macleod created the ski club tale as a promotional strategy for the auctions and the parties. He contended that individuals would be more inclined to accept our services if they believed we were fundraising for a posh activity rather than mere tuition and rent expenses. The reality is that we're merely retaining the funds for ourselves."
"I feel a tinge of guilt knowing you need the money," I shared.
"Please don't experience any guilt." Asked Sapphire. "I don't actually need the money. I can adequately finance my requirements through my student loan. I simply appreciate being able to loan less and spend more."
"Then, did Heather's explanation of the club hold any truth?" I asked.
Sapphire had me recount the tale Heather had divulged to Mike and me. She then enlightened me that the initial (innocent), allegedly charity-focused auction was authentic, although it was for a field trip rather than a ski trip. The other auctions after that were for earning money for personal gain.
Inquiring further about Angel's narrative, I asked Sapphire to reveal more. "I functioned as Angel's designated bidder in a couple of auctions before deciding to auction myself. It appears that many girls participate through being someone's designated bidder. Angel and I exchanged turns being each other's designated bidder during the next few auctions. Eventually, we requested the assistance of another individual, which was when I allowed Mary to be my designated bidder."
Demonstrating apprehension, Sapphire expressed hesitancy. "May I ask you a question?" she inquired. "I shouldn't feel uneasy, or at the very least, it shouldn't bother you if I do. But I'm concerned that we're growing too close. You'd make an excellent freind. However, I'm anxious that your interest in serving me may decline."
"I recognize your concerns," I responded, "but bear in mind that primarily, we're interacting in a private setting. Calling you by your name and conversing casually diminishes the allure of the transaction. Nonetheless, I will try to maintain a professional distinction at home."
"Are you wary of the bonding process making you reconsider your position as my mistress?" followed Sapphire, seemingly wary. "It's not that I don't like the prospect of becoming friends, I genuinely believe you would. Yet, I'm concerned that your fondness may jeopardize our current arrangement."
"I comprehend your concerns, yet consider these public settings as temporarily necessary. Once we're comfortably back at home, I'll make every effort to meet your expectations."
Sapphire hesitated. "Could you indulge me by asking a question?" she politely inquired. "Does Mike display any indication of interest in anal sex or other adventurous activities you've been hesitant to explore?"
"I'm not really sure. He's never specifically asked for anal, but he does joke about it a lot, right? So that probably means he's interested, doesn't it?"
"A lot of guys have it on their bucket list. They want to try it once in their life, but they don't want to jeopardize good relationships. They just kind of hope it happens."
" Yeah, I see," I replied.
"So if you think he wants to do it, are you gonna make me do anal with him?"
"I don't think you need to worry about that so much. I'm not planning on making that happen."
"But that's the issue," said Sapphire. "It shouldn't matter if I'm concerned about it. If you really wanted to be the first one he did it with, why wouldn't you force me to do it?"
After a short pause, I considered her words. "Alright, I understand what you're saying, but there's another reason too. We're married, and I still need to consider where the boundaries lie in terms of not cheating on each other."
After a moment of contemplation, Sapphire said, "I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't being fair."
I smiled. "Here's how we can do it: I believe Mike would be lucky to get his hands on your ass, but I'll give it some thought if it'll make you happy. But even if I decide I don't want him to do it, I have some other ideas to keep us busy. Trust me. We'll start again once we finish lunch, but for now let's just take a brief break from our roles."
"Yes, Mistress...I mean, Jess."
The rest of our lunch was spent discussing university courses. I didn't know Sapphire didn't attend the University of Auckland. Her fashion design course was at Auckland University of Technology. As we chatted, I thought of some strategies for the next part of the day.
As soon as we exited the restaurant, I formed a clear plan in my head for the following part of the day. I got Sapphire into my car and drove us to a second-hand clothing store in the suburbs managed by a charity. I took Sapphire inside, leading her directly to one of the changing booths in the back. There were plenty of empty ones since the shop was virtually deserted, which made us more noticeable to the store's lone employee. I positioned myself outside the booth and instructed Sapphire to remove her dress and pass it through the door. The gentleman at the counter seemed curious. While he wouldn't have known she was now naked, he would have known she was close enough.
I slipped Sapphire's dress over my shoulder and started searching the rows of clothing. I didn't need to be choosy to get my plan in motion. It just had to be close enough in size. I picked out red track pants and a lime green t-shirt. Then I noticed the bins of underwear. I didn't originally plan on getting underwear, but the concept enhanced my idea. I found an old, worn-out white bra in Sapphire's size and a bright pink G-string. I returned to where Sapphire was waiting and told her to try on the clothes. After I saw her model the outfit for me, I gave her some money and instructed her to go up to the counter to buy the clothes she was wearing. The man behind the counter grew curious as I hovered near, listening. He didn't inquire about her bra, so he waited until she stated, "And the bra too." She managed to pull up the back of her t-shirt enough to expose the strap without revealing the front, although she was showing a lot of her stomach. The man blushed and looked ashamed as he felt the G-string waistband, trying to locate the price tag. He couldn't help but look at me suspiciously, as if fearing he was being set up. He refrained from questioning her about the bra, and instead waited until she uttered, "And the bra too." She just barely managed to lift up the back of her t-shirt high enough to show the strap, while exposing a portion of her abdomen.
I felt contented as I observed Sapphire's expression of relief as we exited the store. I made a playful attempt at teasing her about her terrible fashion sense, threatening to parade her before her fashion school pals but, luckily, it was the weekend and she was spared.
Upon reaching our abode, I commanded Sapphire to present her belongings to me in her bedroom. My joy knew no bounds as I perused the sex paraphernalia in her bag, including the vibrator she was especially proud of. It was one of the best available, she informed me. Additionally, I requested a display of the anal toys purchased by Checklist Guy, escalating the anticipation level.
Approximately twenty minutes before Mike's return, I procured the restraint supplies and ordered Sapphire to assume a supine position on the bed. She offered counsel on the optimal distribution of the fasteners to achieve a spread-eagle result. Finally, I bestowed a blindfold upon her. My adrenaline was surging in expectation as I decamped to the kitchen to uncork a bottle of wine before Mike's arrival.
My heart thrummed with excitement as I offered Mike a glass of wine and inquired about his day's success. Playacting nonchalance, I was intimately aware of Sapphire's predicament of having to remain in that position and wait for Mike's arrival. Even more entertaining was observing Mike's struggle to keep up the charade. His demeanor markedly shifted when he saw no sign of her as he'd left the house that morning, Sapphire sitting provocatively on a kitchen stool with her thighs parted, her panties exposing her buttocks, to his now casual conversation with me in spite of Sapphire's absence.
After a prolonged interlude of small talk, Mike could restrain his curiosity no longer. "What about Sapphire?" he inquired.
"Sapphire?" I echoed in mock surprise. "She's in her bedroom, I think you should greet her."
Mike proceeded down the hallway, his attempts at nonchalance faltering. I eschewed verbal persuasion and, instead, guided him by handing him the scissors. The confusion in his visage persevered until I clarified, "The clothing you see is ours, not hers. I bought these at a secondhand store today, but they're unworthy of wearing. If you wish to see her, go on and off with her clothes."
"Really?"
The invisible gag and earplugs imposed by Sapphire's blindfold gave Mike's behavior an incongruous air. He did not verbally interact with her nor did she respond. This involuntary bondage piqued my curiosity. He removed her pants, revealing the neon pink thong. I contemplated cutting the thong but decided instead to remove her shirt and bra. I found his uncertainty amusing as he clutched the scissors over the thong. Intrigued, he inquired, "Do you think she'd look good in those?"
"Indeed," I responded.
With his trepidation regarding the scissors, I decided to keep my new set of underwear for a future surprise. "I'd never wear used undies," I claimed.
He questioned my rationale before snipping the strings and unveiling Sapphire's sex.
Sapphire remained silent, and with my apparent approval, Mike grew bolder with his caresses. Soon his hands were inside her, more exploring her than trying to arouse her. Even then, I could feel that her nipples were rock-hard, and she was starting to pant. "Hey, Mike," I said. "I'm curious to know if she tastes any different from me." I had no clue if he would even like the idea of using his mouth on another woman. Initially, it took me a while to trust that he genuinely enjoyed using his mouth on me. Nevertheless, my doubts were unfounded as he instantly bent down and licked at Sapphire.
"She tastes exactly as lovely as you," claimed Mike, grinning at me. I suppose he was confident that I wouldn't take up the challenge he had just issued. However, he had underestimated my willingness to abandon my usual boundaries during this incredible weekend. I tactfully pushed him aside and knelt down to experiment with another woman for the first time. Her taste was tart and pungent, but it wasn't as bad as swallowing Mike's semen on the odd occasions I had succumbed to his wishes. I spent about 30 seconds tongue-flicking her, attempting to mirror the techniques that had always worked for me. I sensed Sapphire's pleasure escalating, and I wanted to test something before I allowed her to reach her climax.
I stood up and crossed the room to Sapphire's purse, taking out its contents and arranging them on the dresser. I swiftly located the vibrator and some lubricant. Realizing that Sapphire was on the brink of ecstasy, I spent a while trying to determine the settings of the vibrator. Then, coaxing Mike to hold it, I lubed it up.
Mike deferred to me, seemingly determined to honor my decision. He carefully maneuvered the vibrator inside Sapphire while I fiddled with the controls, attempting to select the most appealing setting for my own personal pleasure. I stepped back and enabled him to move the toy in and out of her vagina, ensuring the clitoral vibrator massaged her most sensitive part.
The erotic view before me tempted me to lift my skirt and slide my hand between my thighs. I was ebulliently proud of orchestrating such a captivating scenario, and I imagined Sapphire would be grateful. However, as I recalled some of the comments she'd made over lunch, I realized I had misconstrued the situation. I had been too preoccupied with delivering the kind of sexual gratification I would want if I were in her position rather than concentrating on our desires. My recollection of that afternoon also clued me in on a more fulfilling way to proceed.
"Stop!" I instructed. Sapphire groaned with frustration as Mike removed the vibrator and turned it off.
After studying how Sapphire was bound, I concluded that we could unhook her ankle cuffs from the bed's straps. Then, along with Mike's help, I folded her like a piece of origami, restraining her ankle cuffs from brief straps connected to her wrist cuffs. Her exposure was maximized as a result.
I meandered back to the dresser, this time bringing forth the tiny bag that contained the anal items Sapphire had received from Checklist Guy. I emptied its contents on the bed beside her bottom: the anal numbing lubricant, disposable gloves, various cleaning solutions, and the three different plugs. In a rush to keep Sapphire from slipping back to her non-aroused state, I opted for the tiniest plugin and slathered it in lube. I initially used a gloved finger to apply the lubricant to Sapphire's anus; a few seconds later, I pushed the plug inside her. She tensed when I first touched her but shortly after, she seemed to be trying to relax as much as possible. After the widest part of the plug slipped past her sphincter, her ass instinctively drew the toy deeper.
"Jess, how do you even know about all this stuff?" Mike inquired, stunned. "What's happening?"
"Sapphire and I had some stimulating conversations earlier, didn't we, Sapphire?"
"Yes, Mistress," she replied. Mike was taken aback when she spoke, as if he had forgotten that she could hear our dialogue and respond.
Sapphire was unsure. "Yes, Ma'am. The items in that bag, including the toys, had been gifted to me by someone who works at Macleod Realty. The purpose of the three different plugs is to help me gradually widen myself. There are numerous reasons why this might be desired, such as to enhance my submission or as a form of punishment. However, there is one potential motivation we spoke about. Ma'am, could you shed some light on this?"
As Sapphire continued to speak, I switched on the vibrator and began to gently insert it back into her pussy. I maintained this action as I responded to her. "Naturally. Yes, Slave, I'll permit what we planned to proceed. Send the message to Mike."
Sapphire said, "Yes, Ma'am. Mike, my Ma'am is approving your request to have sex with me anally. Additionally, I'd like to reiterate that this is only if you're interested."
Mike seemed incredulous. I felt the need to clarify, "In due time. After we've worked our way up to the largest one. And only if you wish to." I extended my hand, slipping it into Mike's pants and gripping his rock-hard penis. "Wow, he's hard as a rock!" I exclaimed. I proceeded to remove his trousers. Subsequently, an impulse overcame me, and I had the notion to coat his erection in the anal gel. He started to masturbate subconsciously.
"This gel feels fascinating!" he voiced out. I chuckled.
I commenced narrating the situation for the blindfolded Sapphire as I recommenced moving the vibrator in and out of her. "He's standing here furiously masturbating in anticipation of having you later. His penis is larger than I've ever seen it. To be honest, I'm not convinced that you're capable of taking him. Every one of these plugs appears minuscule in comparison. I suspect he'll cum sooner rather than later. He's positively anxious to get into your filthy, submissive body."
True to my prediction, Mike started emitting his semen all over Sapphire's abdomen and chest. There was so much of it that it felt as if it covered her whole body. Sapphire experienced a spine-tingling orgasm. I reduced the speed of the vibrator following that eruption. Sapphire eventually regained control of her breathing, at which point she uttered, "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Mike."
As Mike began putting his trousers back on, I retrieved Sapphire's ankle cuffs. "Not yet, please Ma'am," Sapphire said in an unexpectedly urgent tone.
"What's on your mind?" I questioned.
Sapphire appeared awkward. "Please, Ma'am, could you do me a favour? My phone is in the side compartment of my bag. Could you, well, please take a few photos of me?" Sapphire indicated how to activate the camera without unlocking the phone. I inquired if she desired me to avoid photographing her face, but she told me that wasn't necessary.
It was challenging to articulate the level of excitement I felt when photographing Sapphire, especially since it had been some time since I'd climaxed. While I observed Sapphire through the lens of her phone, I couldn't disregard my own desires. I took what I believe are outstanding photos. I took wide-angle shots followed by close-ups, particularly of her pussy and ass with the plug and her upper body. I made sure to include shots that allowed the light to reflect off the splashes of Mike's sperm. There was a tiny puddle within her navel and another by the base of her throat. After capturing these photos, Sapphire requested I return the vibrator and take a few more, and then she asked for a final, wide image with the blindfold removed and facing the camera. It was so alluring that I let out a groan.
"Is there anything I can do to satisfy you?" Sapphire inquired.
Various suggestions for immediate gratification crossed my mind when freeing Sapphire from her restraints, but I decided to prolong my gratification. "I'd like you to accompany me on another shopping trip," I said. "I've decided that Mike can have your anus tonight, but your pussy is strictly off-limits to him."
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