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As The Darkness Falls Part 1 (slut's point of....
She brought me by the hand into the darkened room, lit only by the moonlight streaming in the window.
“Strip.” A single word, an undeniable command.
“Yes, Mistress,” i replied as i immediately removed my jeans and black velvet tank top, folded them and then neatly placed my matching black lacey bra and panties on top. “As you desired, Mistress.” i stood before her, naked, flicks of moonlight on my body.
“Sit, slut,” She said, indicating the ladder back chair next to the window, which She had turned to face the California King bed.
I sat, not saying a word, and waited for Her to place my hands and feet where She wanted them. She spread my legs to either side of the leather seat and tied my ankles to the outside of the chair legs with Her favorite restraints, silk scarves. My hands She then positioned above my head, tied together with one scarf, tied to the top rung of the chair with another. Her soft yet strong hands ran from my face to down my body, then trailed away as She began to remove Her own clothes and carefully piled them next to mine. She walked behind me, and i craned my neck to see Her beautiful body magnificently illuminated by the light cascading into the room by the now-risen full moon.
She stood silently, not saying a word. i knew better than to interrupt Her reverie, so i remained silent as well, and, my neck aching from straining to see Her voluptuous body, i turned back to face the bed and the door to the room.
The door opens, and in walks our Master, who i can clearly see, my eyes now adjusted to the limited light in the room. His handsome form, the dark red shirt and black slacks accentuating His body, silhouetted in the moonlight. i want to call out, but i know better. i wait to hear His command.
“Come here my Pet,” He says, obviously calling my Mistress, since i am clearly not going anywhere. A small sigh escapes my lips, and i am thankful they do not hear it as i hear my Mistress say, “Yes my Master, my love” as She walks to him. i hear them talking, but many of the words are lost to me as i watch their seductive dance. i see him grab Her breast, and i arch my back, wishing it was mine. i hear Her say “YOURS” the same way i do, to both of them. i am still lost in wanting their touch, yet mesmerized by the picture in front of me when i hear the word “rules” and i snap to attention.
I hear the end of His sentences. “ i expect you to follow everything i say to do. Do you understand?” And then, He looks at me. “As do you too.”
Grateful to be addressed, acknowledged, i answer with joy, “Yes, Sir, i will serve you and Ma’am too.” She answers as well, and i revel as He says, “Good girls.” My heart leaps at His compliment, the heat flushes down to my exposed pussy, and i feel myself getting wet.
Our Master then turns His attention back to her, having Her kneel before him. He kisses Her hungrily, and when She balks as He stops, His correction is swift, and i watch my Mistress’s head jerk back. i know that feeling…both of them have used it on me many times when i have overstepped my boundaries or not followed a command correctly.
“Don’t be a greedy slut, your turn will come, my Pet,” He says.
“I am sorry Master; i just love it when you kiss me,” She whispers.
I slip and speak without being spoken to: “As do I, Master.” But He is not angry. Rather, He seems amused, and i am thankful not to be in trouble.
“Do you, pets?” He asks, and we answer as one, “Yes, Master, we do.”
I want to giggle, having spoken exactly as my Mistress, but i am quickly taken from that desire to another more burning one as He commands Her to minister to His beautiful thick cock. i feel it rise in me, the pang of jealousy, as my Mistress’s lovely lips take him. i sigh out loud, but they are so entranced with each other, they do not notice. i am squirming against my bonds, writhing as i watch them, my Master and my Mistress. Part of me wants to cry out, “No, don’t make me watch this. Don’t torture me this way.” i am tied to the chair, helpless. i struggle against my bonds, wanting to turn my head away from the picture before me: him and her, without me. i am reminded of my place as clearly as i have ever been.
I am their slut, to use (or not use in this case), as they please. i know that i was tied here and faced towards the bed for a reason. He wants me to see this, and i will not disappoint him by turning away or closing my eyes, so i will them to remain open as i watch Her suck His cock with great expertise, and i hear him moan under Her ministrations. And now He has begun to pleasure her, His fingers finding Her dripping pussy. Slowly, as i watch them, the desire to turn my head or close my eyes begins to dissipate. i feel myself getting wetter and wetter, the heat in my pussy making it ache. i want His cock so bad. i want Her mouth so much. It hurts, and i continue to twist and turn as much as i am able, my ass sliding on the leather seat which has become damp with my juices.
I question myself, “Why? Why am i feeling this way?” i wanted to scream “STOP” just a few minutes ago, and now it could not be forced from me to say the word. Through my own thoughts, i hear him say, “MINE” and Her response of “YOURS.” i never get to say mine, only Yours, to both of them, and again, i am reminded, clearly and quickly, of my place. i am theirs, to use and to love.
The realization streaks through me like a bolt of lightning. That’s why i don’t want it to stop. i want to hear Her pleasure, His joy, to see them with each other because i love them both, and i know my place. He is pumping His fingers in her, and She is moaning with desire, and i find my own mewling sounds escaping my lips as i squirm on the chair.
“Sssshhhh!” He says to me. i freeze in fear that i have displeased him, but He merely continues, “Your time will come again. Now it is your time to watch me please your Mistress.”
“Yes, Sir, i understand,” i answer him, more calmly than i thought possible, but trying hard not to seem over-eager or unappreciative of the lesson He is teaching me.
I try to remain silent, try not to squirm as much, as i watch him claim her, my Mistress, take her, as they both claim me. He holds Her ankles in place as He plunges in and out of her, and i begin to lose time, caught in their lovemaking. However, when She begins to cry, it shakes me to my senses. Seeing my Mistress cry hurts me terribly, and then i realize She is crying for a reason i have also done many times: She fears She has displeased him. i have often shed tears when feeling that i have let either Master or Mistress down, only to be comforted, just as He is doing for Her now, and explaining that He knows exactly what is happening, and that it is what He wanted. And with that He begins again, sliding in and out of her, bringing Her to the brink, and then sending Her over the edge with the single command, “NOW.”
I have to fight not to orgasm myself. i know that command was not meant for me, and i struggle to withhold my own pleasure. i want to will myself somewhere else, but i know that i cannot stop watching them. They are teaching me, helping me to become a better slave, a better servant, a better slut to the both of them. My hips buck as i hold back the wave, knowing that to cum without permission at this point would indeed be greatly disappointing to both of them, and my correction would be most unpleasant. That thought helps to slow my building desire.
I am focusing on them again, their mutual orgasm now subsiding, and i hear him say, “This is your reward from me, since you help tease and train the slut for us to use.” i utter not a sound as i hear my name, but i feel my pussy re-ignite at His words. i am ready to cry with joy and frustration. Joy that i am theirs to use, frustration that my use so far this night has been relegated to watching their passion. i am thankful for the lesson i have been taught though, and i am suddenly rewarded for my patience as Master walks over to me.
“Here, open your mouth, my slut. You are going to taste us.”
I open my mouth to take His still-hard cock, carefully tasting my Mistress’s juices and my Master’s own cum from him. Licking, sucking, do all i can to make certain it is a job well done, and His cock is clean. When i have completed my task, He unties the silken bonds and pulls me to stand next to him, and kisses me, deeply, tasting Mistress and himself on my tongue and lips.
Then, suddenly as He began, He removes His mouth from mine. “Go over there and eat your Mistress out,” He commands. My initial disappointment subsides as i hear His order.
“Yes, Master,” i answer as i fairly float over to the bed and bury my face in my Mistress’s beautiful pussy. i begin licking, tasting Master and Mistress mingled, cleaning as i had done for him. i am careful not to overstep my bounds, as i wait for further command, but i want to tease Her as much as possible, to let Her know that i want to serve her, to pleasure her, as much as i want to pleasure him. It is a delicate line i walk in my service to them both, and i find that the thought alone again reminds me of my place, and my pussy absolutely catches fire.
TBD
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