Sera's Stories
Donna's Party by Sera
Donna's Party
Donna had gone to some trouble to arrange her little dungeon for this evening's event. Her favorite sub and two other Doms were attending. She meant to introduce her little Julien to some other people who were in on the BSDm scene. The two of them played on weekends, but Julien had hinted once that he wanted a more permanent sort of arrangement. Donna didn't personally have the resources, but if Lucien did.... Well, she could borrow Julien back sometimes.
Her basement room was actually rather large, but dark and low ceilinged, with several floor lamps moved from upstairs lighting the corners. A new surprise for Julian was standing near the middle of the floor, next to his old favorite, the 'workbench'. On the other side was a set of stocks. A dinner table from one of the upstairs rooms had been set near the closest wall, and set with dishes and candles. Three places, plus a mat on the floor by the fourth side.
Lucien got there first, right before Morgian arrived. Lucien was a compactly muscular man with handsome features and very fair skin, set off by rather long, dark-brown hair. Morgian was a knockout. A tiny, delicate-looking Hispanic sex kitten, as one of her partners had described her. Her rich olive skin was silky and flawless, and her large dark eyes sparkled like stars. She wore her long, thick, curling hair in a mane down her back, along with a close fitting, off the shoulder gown of midnight blue velvet. Lucien wore black, elegantly. Tailored black slacks and a dinner jacket over a black silk turtleneck. Donna herself was a tall, athletic woman with a high bust and long legs. She wore a clinging black skirt, slit to the knee, and a black sweater which showed the lines of the bustier she wore beneath it. All three of them sat briefly and chatted before Julian arrived.
The young sub was tall and slim, willowy, and almost too pretty to be handsome. His skin was milky fair, matched with long black hair and deliciously vulnerable blue eyes. He wore black jeans and a faded tee shirt. Or rather, he did when he arrived at the door. Donna intercepted him.
"I have a surprise planned tonight. Come here." She led him off to her bedroom, and stripped him down. His youthful body was nearly hairless, lean and not too muscular. Donna buckled black leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then fastened his collar around his neck. She smiled when she looked at him, pleased again by the contrast of the thick black cuffs against his white body. She added a studded black belt around his waist, then threw a sheet over his shoulders and led him down the stairs.
"I have friends tonight, Julien. I think they'll like you. Don't disgrace me, now!" Julian's eyes went wide, but he didn't protest as she swept him into the dungeon. The two Doms, sipping from their drinks, eyed him appreciatively as Donna marched him in and pushed him down on the mat, making him kneel at the table.
"Madam, Sir, this is sub Julien. I propose to have the three of us use him after dinner, in turns. We can play for the privilege, if you like. Meanwhile, dinner is ready. If you're feeling generous, you can pass him tidbits." Donna smiled. Julien, unused to anyone but Donna, blushed rosy pink, hugging the sheet tighter around himself. He wasn't sure he liked how Morgian and Lucien were eyeing him, sort of hungrily. Morgian especially seemed amused, while Lucien was all but unreadable. Also, he'd seen something new in the middle of the floor, and he wasn't allowed to turn around and look at it without orders, but he desperately wanted to figure out what it was. After all, it was probably going to be used on him at some point that evening. All he'd seen was a pair of finished boards propped on a pipe frame. Distracted by his attempts to figure out what such a thing could be used for, he almost didn't hear when Morgian addressed him.
"So, little one, are you hungry?" An indulgent smile curved her lips. She was spreading butter on a slice of bread as she spoke. Julien, embarrassed by his near-mistake, took a second to realize that he really was.
"Yes, mistress... "He trailed off, looking up at her with the 'puppy eyes' that Donna found so appealing. Morgian laughed and held out a piece broken from the slice.
"Open wide..." Julien leaned towards her and opened his mouth. She dropped the morsel in.
Dinner continued after this fashion, both Morgian and Lucien occasionally feeding him tidbits from their plates. When the meal was done, Donna passed Julian a glass of water, for which he was quite grateful. On the other hand, her next order entirely removed his growing composure.
"Stand up, Julien. Take the sheet off and put it over there."
"Ulp!" Julien swallowed hard, slowly getting to his feet and trying to avoid eye contact as he let the sheet slide from his shoulders, baring his white body to the gaze of these two strangers. Also, his anticipation throughout dinner had given rise to some unwelcome developments. Julien's erection, rather slim but long and hard, swayed between his thighs as he carried the sheet to the corner and left it there. A second hot blush spread from his face down onto his shoulders as he came back to the table and stood on the mat, staring at the edge of the table.
"Mmmmm, quite nice." Morgian purred. "You certainly do get lucky, Donna dear. Are you sure you want to share him?" Donna chuckled softly.
"Quite honestly, our little pet here seems to need more attention than I can spare him. I thought that perhaps the two of you might be interested? Assuming of course that he suits you, and you him." Lucien, who had mostly been silent throughout the meal, was simply eyeing Julien's graceful body with a cool, hungry interest. It made Julien shiver. He'd never had a male Dominant before, and he wasn't sure what he thought about the prospect. Something about Lucien made him seem very menacing, but also, or perhaps because of that, very, very interesting.
Donna shuffled a deck of cards, long-nailed hands moving casually.
"I thought we could play for first turn, highest hand gets the first half-hour." She rapped the deck on the table, squaring up the ends. "Do you mind dealing, Lucien?" He shook his head, smiling faintly as he took the cards from her and began to deal them onto the table. "Rules are as follows. Julian's never subbed to a man before, Lucien, so he's not really acquired certain skills. Go easy on him there. He's very adaptable, and has a significant tolerance for pain. He's quite flexible, if that figures into any of your calculations." Donna smiled smugly. "No heavy play this first evening, if you don't mind. Nothing hard enough to draw blood, and no deep burns. I think it would be a pity to mar him. Beyond that, he's got a very sensitive, talented mouth, and I expect he'll learn quickly, if you want him that way, Lucien." She took up her hand and looked it over.
"Two, please." She flipped two cards to the table and took replacements. Lucien inspected his hand and kept it, while Morgian laid one of hers down and took another.
"A mixed hand, nothing. Well, a pair of fives." Morgian said, with a shrug. "Anyone have something better?" Lucien laid his cards on the table, a pair of fours and a pair of nines, and looked silently at Donna.
"I win! A pair of kings and three sevens!" Donna smiled, watching Julien with pleasure. "I think I'll just warm him up for you...Kneel, pet!" Julien sank to his knees at the edge of the mat, eyes lowered and hands hanging at his sides. Donna got up and walked to him, stroking his long hair with her fingertips. She twisted his fingers through it and pulled his head back almost painfully, tracing the bones of his face with her fingers.
"He's really quite appealing, don't you think?" Donna murmured, letting her roving fingers run from chin to throat, then down to his chest. "On your feet, sub. Come here." She let go and motioned him over to the stocks, weighted with sandbags. "No, don't kneel, just bend over, yes, that's right." Julien, blushing again, bent from the hips to place his wrists into the wooden sockets. His tight, milky ass stuck obscenely into the air in this position. Donna locked the upper board down over his wrists, locking him into place. Then she clipped short lengths of chain to the cuffs on his ankles, looping them around the legs of the stocks and attaching the other end back to the cuffs, forcing Julien to spread his legs. Donna smiled, looking at her handiwork and feeling her nipples tighten and itch for attention. She peeled off her sweater, hanging it over the back of the chair and showing her full, heavy breasts cupped and presented by a black satin bustier. Donna strutted proudly around to the front of the stocks, grabbing Julien's hair again and pulling his bowed head closer. His dark-blue eyes were lowered with humiliation, and he was breathing rapidly, pale-pink lips parted slightly.
Donna thrust her chest out, and tugged commandingly on his hair. Julien stretched obediently to reach her and began lapping delicately at one nipple, mouthing and nibbling it. She stepped closer and forced the soft flesh of her tit into his mouth, gagging him with it. His eyes went wide and a brief shudder shook him as he started sucking at her breast. Across the room, Morgian shifted restlessly in her chair, licking her lips. Lucien simply watched, a faint, hungry smile fixed on his face. After a moment, Donna pulled away and offered her other breast, making Julien lick it. His pink tongue flicked quickly out between his lips.
"Good pet." Donna stroked his hair again, then ran a hand down along his back to his ass. Julien jumped slightly as her fingers slid into the crack of his ass. Glancing sideways, he saw their two witnesses again and blushed, suddenly aware of his position. Bent over double, almost, all but naked, butt in the air and hard cock dangling between his splayed legs, with a woman casually fondling him in front of two witnesses he'd never seen before. He squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head, wishing he could hide somehow as Donna fingered him with increasing intimacy, tickling his balls and running her nails along his cock. He shuddered, feeling another ripple of arousal at the thought and the touch. Then Donna's hands left his body as she stepped away. She walked back around in front of him, carrying a riding crop in her hands. Julien tensed, trembling.
"Kiss it!" Donna commanded, holding the handle of the crop out to him. Julien stretched forward, pressing his lips to the black handle.
"How many do you want, sub?" Donna tapped the broad 'slapper' on the end against her calf as she waited for his response. Julien shivered again and thought rapidly. It had to be enough to please her, but he had to be sure he could take it.
"Ttt...Twenty, please, Mistress..." Julien's voice was shaken but clear enough. Donna stroked his hair again and stepped behind him. She stretched casually, limbering up. "Count them, Julien." He swallowed hard, nodding.
"Yes, Mistress." Donna lifted the crop, paused just long enough to see him tense, expecting the blow, then snapped it down on his ass. Julien gulped, feeling the hot sting of the folded leather against his ass-cheek.
"One!" He gasped, sucking in another breath.
"Two!"
"Five!" Donna paused and ran a hand over the reddening skin of his ass. So far she'd confined all her strokes to the same side.
"Six!" Julien jumped like a spurred horse as she cracked the crop across the other side of his ass, marking the white skin at once.
"Eight!"
"Nine!"
"Ten!" On eleven, Donna changed location again, snapping the crop upward to hit the bottom of his ass-cheek. Julien flinched, feeling a hot red glow across his butt joining the sharp sting of her fresh stroke. His cock was rock-hard, aching, and leaking glassy droplets of pre-cum. He could feel the wind that preceded each new stroke against his inflamed skin. The muscles in his thighs were tight and aching from the angle he was bent at, his wrists stiff in their cuffs.
"Fourteen!"
"Fifteen!"
"Sixteen!" Donna changed sides again, still flicking it up against the curve of flesh. Morgian was fidgeting visibly, shifting against her chair. Hard nipples budded under the snug velvet of her gown. Lucien, noting his partner's arousal, reached across the table and passed a hand over her bust, rubbing her breasts lightly. She moaned softly and leaned back against her chair, then re-opened her eyes and pushed his hand away, watching eagerly.
"Twenty!" more a groan then a word. Donna smiled, stepped back and looked at Julien, now flushed and shaking, then flicked the crop out a final time. The black leather snapped squarely onto Julien's puckered asshole, and he lurched against his bonds and cried out in surprise and pain. His cock jerked upwards briefly before subsiding.
"Ohhhhh... Twenty-one..." Julien moaned as Donna set the crop aside. She bent briefly to unclasp the lock on the stocks, letting him straighten up, then unclipped his ankles. "Kneel on the mat, pet." She dropped a passing caress on his head as he sank to the mat, still trembling slightly. Donna, flushed with pleasure, strutted back to her place at the table.
"Shall we play again to decide which of you goes next?" Donna re-gathered the cards from their separate piles, shuffling them together. "I'll deal this time." The cards slapped briskly together as she bridged them. Morgian nodded, looking across at Lucien.
"I like him, Donna. Such a delicious body. Does he always like this so well?" Donna smiled wickedly.
"Always. It's funny, really, he loves discipline, but he's frightened of it, too. It's lovely to watch." Julien, getting his breath back, managed to blush again at this discussion about him. It was true, the idea of being whipped scared him, but it also always excited him incredibly. Thinking about it now, his reddened ass and burning asshole tingled.
Donna flicked cards down for Lucien and Morgian. When the game ended, Lucien turned up a jack, ten, nine, eight, and seven, all clubs. Morgian protested his luck good-naturedly as he swept the cards back into the deck and rose from the table. Julien, his mouth going dry, fought with his sudden urge to cringe against the floor as Lucien hooked a finger through the ring on his collar and pulled him to his feet. Roughly, the Dom ran a strong hand over Julien's body, caressing his chest and thighs almost greedily. Julien shook, staring helplessly into Lucien's dark eyes in a wordless bid for mercy. Then the Dominant male spun Julien around and gave him a gentle push towards the center of the room, where the mystery device stood. Julien came to a shaky halt at the foot of the device, still not sure exactly what it was. Two carefully smoothed boards, overlapping at their inner edge and joined, apparently, by a single screw, leaned almost vertically on a supporting frame of metal pipes. The boards were pierced with a series of drilled holes at each end.
Julien's attention was abruptly removed from the new gadget when Lucien caught his arm again, turning him back to face the two women at the table, and pushed him backwards until his aching ass and smooth back rested against the boards. The cool wood was soothing, and Julien leaned willingly into it, finding that it bore his weight without any give at all. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but his keen awareness of Lucien's presence beside him kept him tremblingly alert. He had no idea what the Dom would want from him.
Something metallic clicked into place by his right foot, and Julien's eyes snapped open again. Lucien had threaded a metal phalange ending in a ring into one of the holes in the board, and then clipped Julien's ankle cuff to the ring. He gripped Julien's calf and tugged lightly away from the board to test the bond, then looked up at Julien with a hungry smile. Julien shuddered convulsively, but felt his stiffened cock twitch to attention. Behind Lucien's shoulder, the two women had drawn their chairs together and were whispering back and forth. Lucien locked his other ankle down, then pulled his arms over his head and did the same to them. Then Lucien reached behind the boards and did something to the framework, and Julien's eyes went wider than ever as his feet left the ground, letting him dangle from the cuffs briefly, then fall against the boards as they tilted back, farther and farther.
Now the shy sub was flat on his back, arms pulled over his head and legs held flat against the boards, as if he lay on a narrow table. A soft clunk echoed as Lucien locked the pivot into place. Julien followed his movements with big soft eyes as Lucien did something else out of sight, then stepped down to Julien's feet and grasped the ends of the boards. As he touched them, they began to scissor open, spreading Julien's legs wide and pulling his arms apart. Julien felt appallingly, utterly helpless, totally exposed. He struggled briefly to draw his knees up against himself and then gave up and went limp against the boards again, his head hanging back between his arms. He could feel but not see Lucien stroking his thighs, then felt the strange man's hands on his cock. Julien jerked again, biting his lips to hold back a moan at the caress.
"Eager, isn't he?" Lucien commented softly. "Appealing." Lucien toyed briefly with Julien's balls, massaging them gently. Then he slid a hand down to Julien's exposed ass, first stroking and then kneading the tender flesh. Julien moaned at the feel of his hands on the red-welted skin, writhing against the boards. Lucien was kneading his ass with both hands now; standing between Julien's parted thighs. For a moment, he felt the Dom's swollen crotch brush against him, and gasped, twisting in the grip of the black cuffs. If Lucien meant to take his ass, to sodomize him.... Julien shuddered with fear, and then felt perversely disappointed when the other man stepped back. Julien tilted his head even further back, and watched, upside down, as Lucien opened the drawers of a cabinet against the wall, rummaging through things that thudded, clinked, and rattled.
"Yes, very appealing," Lucien said, as if to himself, as he lifted out a narrow, bulb-headed ass plug and a tube of lubricant. Julien closed his eyes, feeling a long shudder of lust shake him. The toy was perhaps five inches long, and mostly under an inch thick, except for the ball on the tip, which was a bit more than an inch and a third around. It would hurt, for a moment, going in. Julien remembered Donna using it on him, how he'd sprawled facedown on the bed, wrists hand-cuffed behind his back, as she worked it up and down in his ass. Yes, it would hurt as the fat ball pushed through his tight hole, then feel so good as the slim shaft slid into his guts. A second shudder left gooseflesh on Julien's bare body as Lucien approached him again, slicking the clear gob of lube over the head of the probe. Julien let his head fall back, losing sight of the Dom as he reached the table/cross. A finger, coated and slick, brushed over his balls, making him quiver again, and then slid down between his legs. Lucien fingered his asshole, sliding the cool gel over his tight pucker, then began probing him lightly with his fingertip. Julien closed his eyes and made himself relax, and Lucien's finger slid into his rectum with shocking ease. Just the sensation made Julien tense and jerk momentarily, and then moan at the feel of his ass clenching around the long finger inserted into him. Lucien pumped the finger gently, pushing a bit deeper, then working it in and out, wetting Julien for the toy. Julien simply sprawled, feeling the tingling around his asshole and the aching pleasure in his hard cock blend. He felt an odd sense of loss as Lucien slipped his finger out.
"He's very tight," Lucien murmured. "It would take a fair bit of work to ready him for anything really large." Lucien laid the probe against Julien's slick hole and pushed, first gently, then, as soon as Julien relaxed, forcing it in with a sudden thrust. Julien jerked against his bonds and stifled a cry of surprise and pain, then sank into a long, shuddering moan as it slid deep into him.
"Ohhhhhhhh, unnnnnnnnnnnnn...." He wiggled his ass around it, feeling it shift and pull with his movements as Lucien twisted it slightly. Then the Dom pushed again, and Julien gulped and groaned as the widened base popped in, leaving only the last flare outside, and Julien's pink ass-hole clenched around the groove between the base's swelling and the flat disk it sat on. Lucien stepped back and surveyed his handiwork, then, with a rustle of fine fabric, began undressing. He peeled off his shirt and hung it and the jacket over a chair, and unzipped his fly as he strode around to Julien's head. His hard cock was not exceptionally long, but it was quite thick, and Julien suddenly thought back to the Dom's comments about 'really large' things. A pleasurable shudder wracked him, and he deliberately clenched his ass around the probe again, squeezing it inside him.
"Open your mouth, sub." Lucien's warm baritone was soft, but commanding. Julien obediently let his mouth fall open, licking his lips to wet them. Lucien chuckled softly at that precaution. Then he gripped Julien's hair in his hands, and forced himself deep into Julien's mouth. Julien gulped, stretching his lips around the hot meat in his mouth, and swirled his tongue around to wet it. The taste was unfamiliar, salty, with a hint of sex and musk. Lucien rocked slightly, shifting his fat cock in Julien's warm mouth. Julien simply lay in disbelief. Strapped spread-eagle, with a plug up his ass and another man's cock in his mouth, unable to move more than a few inches. Oh God it was exciting! He squeezed his ass around the probe, helplessly working his ass up and down in the air. Lucien shifted his grip and moved slightly closer, then suddenly rammed his cock right into Julien's throat, making the sub gulp and gag in surprise. Lucien grunted with lust, and began fucking Julien's throat in time to his tugs on Julien's long black hair. Julien gagged, sputtered, gasped and tried to swallow, and was totally ignored as Lucien pumped in and out of his virgin throat.
After a few minutes, Julien got the hang of it and began deep-throating the thick cock more skillfully, crooning with lust. It was the helplessness of his situation that got to the young sub. He was wildly aroused, and barely able to move, as this strange man used him so vigorously he thought he would choke. Julien began thrashing in his bonds, mouthing at the thick shaft that slid through his lips, and bucking his hips in the air. Lucien was grunting at every thrust, tugging cruelly at his hair. The shocks of pain simply sent Julien higher, lashing his tongue around the shaft and working his throat. Lucien began to gasp, and then almost snarled as he rammed himself to the balls down Julien's throat, actually grabbing his neck and kneading his own cock through Julien's flesh as his cum began to spurt into Julien's mouth and throat. Julien gagged again, thick mushroomy fluid spilling back into his mouth as Lucien came in his throat. He gulped and swallowed, trying to keep from spilling any on the floor, then lay limp and panting, licking weakly at Lucien's cock as he withdrew. Julien needed to cum so badly, but he didn't dare ask, feeling his throbbing cock lying against his stomach. Lucien caught his breath, adjusting his clothing, and then got a faint, lustful smile. Julian's eyes, upside down, looked into his face with need and fear as Lucien ran his hands over the sub's body, mauling his hardened nipples and kneading his flanks, then grabbing Julian's cock and squeezing the shaft. Julien whimpered, writhing against the wood. Wrapping his hand around the base of Julian's cock, Lucien began slapping lightly at the exposed head, first just letting the palm of his hand brush it, then slapping harder, dragging his palm back and forth roughly. Julien whimpered, and then cried out, jerking in his bonds. He bit his lower lip until tears formed in his eyes, trying to hold off for the command, gulping for air to distract himself. This was perhaps the worst torture of all, to be stimulated so intensely and have to fight it so hard.
"Now, pet!" Lucien commanded. "Cum for me!" Julien almost shrieked with relief, cock jerking as he came. His head fell back again, and he sprawled gasping for breath, chest heaving, as his hot cum spattered his belly and thighs. Swirls of red passed before his closed eyes in time with the pounding of his heart, and the last few tremors shook him, long shivers running up and down his body. Finally, his panting eased, and Julian began to feel the chill of the dungeon air again, drying the tiny droplets of sweat from his body. He felt limp as a rag doll, sprawling helplessly in the cuffs he wore. Lucien, with an indecipherable smile, stroked his cheek lightly and then scissored the boards back together again and tilted them upright, letting Julian's feet rest on the ground.
By the time Lucien had finished unclipping the cuffs, Julian was more or less fit to move again, and stood uncertainly in front of the tilting table, a faint flush passing over his features as he saw the two dommes still watching. Of course, they had witnessed all of his reactions! Julian looked at his feet, feeling too good to be really embarrassed right now, but still feeling a bit shy.
"Go wash up, pet." Lucian said, handing Julian a clean washcloth and pointing at the low sink in the back corner.
"Then come back to the table. We're not done with you just yet." Julian smiled shyly at Lucien, wondering if he should thank him for the amazing experience he'd just had, but decided not to speak unbidden. Lucien looked him over with a faint, satisfied smirk, then returned to the table himself, sliding into a chair and pulling Morgian briefly over to him for a kiss. Morgian accepted the kiss, then wiggled free and nipped Lucien's ear, whispering something into it. Lucien chuckled softly and caught her around the waist, running his hands lightly over her velvet-clad hips and belly. Donna, lounging in her chair, looked lasciviously pleased, her sweater only slung over one shoulder as she absently teased her own hard nipples. Julian, having wiped himself off and rinsed off the cloth, walked very slowly back to the table, watching the three Dominants as he approached. Reaching it, he paused, then sank to his knees on the mat without being told, to wait until they wanted him again. The thought sent another tiny thrill through him.
"Well, Morgian? Your turn now. I'm sure you've thought of something to do with him, after all."
Donna sounded almost gloating, glancing sidelong at Julian. The Domme was looking forward to seeing how her peer handled little Julian. Some nights he was almost more fun to watch than to use! Something about his shy eyes and smooth white body. Donna smiled to herself.
Morgian smiled back, sliding out of Lucien's arms and strutting proudly over to Julian's mat.
"Oh, I'm sure I can keep him from getting bored, at least...." She stroked his hair caressingly, cradling his head against the hollow of her side momentarily.
"Such a sweet little thing, too." She smiled, then stepped back. "Up!" Julian promptly scrambled to his feet, realizing that he towered over her as she led the way back to the center of the floor. She spoke over her shoulder as she went.
"I hope you don't mind, Donna dear, but I brought a few surprises of my own. I do like to try new things, after all."
"Not at all." Donna's lazy, predatory smile got wider, as she thought over the possibilities. This promised to be an educational evening. Lucien, beside her, seemed to be much of the same opinion, with a faint smile tugging at his grave expression.
After briefly inspecting each of the devices on the floor, with special attention to the tilting table in the center, Morgian tugged imperiously at Julian's cuff and led him to the broader, lightly padded 'workbench'. Julian obediently sat down on it, feeling arousal creeping up on him again. The 'workbench' had a lot of potential. Morgian seemed to think so too, circling it once or twice, and developing a wicked smile. Julian bit his lip and got a tense, fearful smile of his own. The anticipation was just killing him.
"Just lay back, dearie, there's a pet..." Morgian directed, waving an absent hand over the bench as she continued to eye the box of assorted attachments beneath it. Julian obediently lay back, scootching his hips around to find the shaped hollow for them, and draping his neck over the padded round 'pillow' that supported his head, tilted back. With the same sorts of anchors that Lucien had used, Morgian snapped his cuffs to the bench, pinning his arms at his sides and his legs down and slightly apart on the moveable spreader bar at the foot. For a few moments, she did nothing but admire him, seeming to be pleased by the spectacle of his slim white body bound to the black-padded bench. She ran her slim fingers through his hair, spreading the silky black strands out over the bench, toyed lightly with his balls and watched him flinch at the touch and wriggle slightly, and stroked his chest. Then, with a pleased smile, Morgian stepped back, sliding her gown off and draping it over a rack on the wall. Julian's eyes widened. Her pronounced hourglass figure was shown to great advantage in rose-red lingerie and black stockings. Her full, shapely breasts nestled in lacy cups, peeking over the tops, and something about the garter belt's straps over her smooth thighs made Julian's knees weak.
Morgian looked very pleased with his reaction to her, especially the most visible part of his reaction. Julian was rock-hard and staring. Back at the table, Lucian smirked slightly and Donna grinned at the look on Julian's face.
"Now then," Morgian purred. "I think I'm going to enjoy this." That sounded decidedly ominous, but Julian wanted to please her. Morgian picked up the slim handbag that lay by her gown and pulled a handful of black leather out of it. She set the straps and indecipherable squares down by his feet, and then began searching Donna's cabinets. Julian twisted against his restraints, trying to keep his gaze on her, but she was almost directly behind him, with only occasional glimpses from the corner of his eye, strain as he might. When she returned, she made a point of keeping whatever she had found hidden from him, slipping it into the pile with whatever she'd taken from her purse.
"I think we'll start with that sweet little mouth of yours, pet. You seemed to enjoy Master Lucien quite a bit, didn't you?" Julian flushed rosy red. Morgian, her smile going slightly crueler, caught his chin.
"Didn't you?"
"Ahhh... erm... yes, Mistress." Julian whispered, almost inaudible with embarrassment.
"What was that, pet? I don't think he could hear you, and I think he should know how much you appreciated that." Julian was burning scarlet by now, biting his lower lip. Morgian lightly laid a hand on his chest. Her long nails dug delicately at his skin.
"Speak up, little one...."
"Yes, Mistress..." Julian repeated, louder, feeling his ears heat as he peeked sideways at Lucien. The Dom was leaning back in his chair, with a faint, appreciative smile that grew slightly wider at Julian's admission. He loved to watch Morgian work.
"Good pet." Morgian patted his cheek. "So, to continue, I think a bit of training along those lines might help. Of course, I'm not utterly selfless..." She smiled wickedly and gripped his chin again.
"Open wide, little one..." Julian gulped and gagged slightly again as she slid a long, thick, black rubber dildo into his mouth and back into his throat.
"Just breath through your nose, pet." Morgian buckled a strap attached to the shaft around his head, locking it in place, then did something to it just out of his sight. A slight bulge around it where it filled his mouth suddenly began to inflate into a solid black ball, wedging it in place.
"Mmmmph! Hnnnnmp?" Julian, slightly cross-eyed, tried to figure out what had just happened, then gave it up as a bad job. He could just make out that the shaft was double-ended, one cock-shaped end buried deep in his newly used throat, the other protruding obscenely from his rosy lips.
"Now, then." Morgian ran her hands down his body, stroking his soft skin and tracing with feather-light fingers the plane of his smooth musculature. Julian twitched and shivered slightly, feeling her touch as an almost unbearable tickling. His shaking increased as she reached his groin, first teasing him by trailing her fingers past and down his thighs, then back up and beginning to caress his balls.
"Nnnnngh. Ooooh..." Julian wriggled in his cuffs, trying to press himself more firmly against her warm, gentle hands.
"No, no. Greedy." Morgian smacked his hip firmly.
"Hnnnp..." Julian sank back against the bench, looking timid and apologetic. In point of fact, being bullied so casually by this lovely, tiny little woman was turning him on immensely. He desperately hoped that he could please her. If only she would do something with him! Did she just want to watch?
"Tut, tut. I think I see something that needs to be kept on a leash." Morgian announced cheerfully. Lucien snorted in amusement as the wicked little Domme began lacing a diabolical variant of a cock ring around the hapless sub's erection. A broad elastic strap was stretched tightly around the base of Julian's cock, then two smaller ones were stretched over his balls, pulling them up and separating them. Julian gasped and wriggled, feeling it as an intensely erotic pressure.
An eyelet on the upper edge of the cock strap was promptly threaded with narrow lacing, and the other end secured to Julian's belt, pulling his cock flat and exposed against his belly, balls bobbing beneath it.
"There, now." Morgian smirked at her handiwork.
"Mmmmm?" Julian queried. Ignoring him for the moment, Morgian perched on a chair beside the bench, still making sure Julian could see her perfectly. Delicately, she began stroking her own breasts, tipping them up and out of the cups of her corset, and teasing the dark-capped nipples hard.
"Mmmph!" Julian's eyes were wide. He was just starting to realize how frustrating, and perhaps how freeing, being well and truly gagged was. He wanted to beg her to use him, but he knew very well that, had he been able to speak, it would still not have been permitted.
Now, reaching down to her smooth, rounded thighs, Morgian parted her knees, giving Julian an excellent view of the lacy red silk G-string she was wearing. A fine, silky thatch of closely trimmed pubic hair appeared above the red silk. Julian's cock bobbed against its restraints, aching with excitement. She dipped her slender fingers into the folds of the cloth, sliding behind it. Julian could smell her sweet, musky scent, see the dampness on the fabric. Sliding off the chair, she slipped her fingers under the narrow thong of the g-string and slid it slowly, sensuously down her thigh.
Julian's eyes were glued to her the whole time, as she slowly stripped it away and then strutted proudly back to him. Over at the table, Donna was grinning merrily.
"My god. They don't make 'em like her anymore, do they?" The taller Domme shook her head. "Sometimes I really wonder who broke her in. I think I'm jealous." Lucien just chuckled softly.
Morgian stood beside Julian for a moment, gloating over the pleading arousal in his eyes. Then she straddled his neck, looking down at his face. Julian closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling dizzy in the rush of scent. Reaching down, Morgian gripped the thick shaft of the dildo protruding from his lips and slipped it into her tight, wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure and rocked her hips, settling down on it slowly. Then, slowly at first, she began to fuck the black rod in and out of her cunt, pushing it up and down in Julian's throat. The excited sub was beginning to whimper, wriggling in his bonds again. He had an excellent view of the thick shaft spreading her silky-soft pussy. His bound cock was pulsating with avid need.
"Now, little one," Morgian purred with soft menace, "I am going to make you hurt."
"Hnnnnnmp!?" Julian whimpered, not sure if he was begging for mercy or not. The threat itself was exciting, sending an instant rush of arousal through him.
Without ever quite breaking rhythm, the Domme turned to face down the length of his body, leaving Julian looking up at the perfect, tight, smoothly curving globes of her ass. She leaned aside to scoop something from the edge of the bench, then began riding his face in earnest. A second later, a stinging blow landed across Julian's cock. He yelped against his gag and jerked in his bonds. Morgian repeated the stroke again, and again, going from lash strokes just hard enough to sting up to blows that left red stripes on his cock and belly. Julian was panting for breath, swallowing the thick shaft in his throat as she rocked and thrust, and writhing at the heat, pain, and pleasure in his cock. Even with his eyes open, his vision was blurring. He couldn't stand it any longer, but he never wanted it to stop. It hurt so badly, but it made him feel so good.
Morgian was moaning rhythmically now, bucking her hips sharply. Her sweet juices were dripping from her cunt and smearing over Julian's cheeks and mouth. The fat black dildo in her pussy was slick and shiny with it, and she was riding it hard, thrusting it deeply into the young sub's throat. Still lashing him, she began rubbing her clit with her other hand, tossing her head and gasping as her climax approached.
"Cum! Cum for me, pet!" She cried, arching her back in pleasure and landing a flurry of blows over his cock and exposed balls. The words themselves seemed to set off the explosion in Julian's body, jerking and thrashing in sudden ecstacy. Morgian cried out, dropping the lash and driving her nails into Julian's chest as she came herself. A white splash of cum landed across Julian's chest as his aching cock unloaded.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhhhh...." Morgian sighed, carefully dismounting. A fine sheen of sweat coated her thighs and back, Julian could see. He was floating, dizzy with release. His vision was blurry, and the ache in his throat and cock were washed away in the aftermath of his pleasure. Lucien and Donna came over, the stocky Dom pulling his partner into his arms and caressing her as she luxuriated in his support. Donna bent and unbuckled the gag, pulling the fat cock from Julian's mouth. His jaws ached from being overstretched, and he yawned once or twice, trying to get the stiffness out. With a smile, Donna leaned over to kiss him, carelessly, and brushed his fine black hair back from his sweaty brow.
"I think they liked you, little one." Julian grinned weakly up at her and hazarded a reply.
"Oh, good." Donna chuckled and began unbuckling the cuffs from his limbs, signaling that the session was over. A bit awkwardly, Julian wobbled over to the sink again and got cleaned up. He was allowed to dress himself now, if he wished, and chose to pull on a long bathrobe kept here for that purpose. The dungeon was always a bit chilly, and bare flesh unheated by lust or exertion grew cold quickly. When he rejoined the group at the other end, the Dom(me)s had also redressed, and greeted him with friendly smiles. Morgian gave him an impulsive hug.
"Come see us sometime again," she invited, smiling merrily up at him. Lucien simply smiled, arching one dark eyebrow, and gripped his shoulder for a moment before the two of them took their leave. Donna and Julian saw them to the door. As it closed behind them, Julian turned to Donna.
"Wow." He stretched, teetering on tiptoe for a moment. Donna grinned smugly.
"I'm glad you liked it. Now, get upstairs!" Donna swatted his butt gently. "I'm not done with you yet!"
"Oh!" Julian's eyes widened with anticipation as he hurried up the steps.
~Sera
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