Chapter 1: Sophia

Anna had called me. Clearly excited, she whispered almost through the phone that I had to come home. “I have her in the garden room.” A horny shiver ran through my body, finally! We had been working on the plan for a few weeks. We both had a weakness for Sophia, a friend of our daughter Florence. Sophia, like our daughter, was 20, and normally too young to involve in our game. But coincidentally, we had managed to trace an ad on a BDSM forum to her. Surprised, astonished, and alarmed, we anonymously contacted her and questioned her. That’s how we discovered her deepest desires, and, naive as she was, she sent us photos. She dared not show her pubic area, but she showed her beautiful pointed breasts in several photos. Anna and I discussed what we would do. If this naive girl fell into the wrong hands, her life could be heavily damaged. But yeah, she probably wouldn’t want or dare to have a relationship with the parents of a good friend ... Anna had blackmailed her. Menacingly, she laid down her demands to Sophia, and today would be the decisive day. Would she come, and would she submit?

And now Anna had confirmed her arrival. I quickly arranged a few things at work and informed my secretary that I would be leaving early. As the owner of this multimillion-dollar family business, that was no problem at all. I drove home at an appropriate speed, softly entered the driveway, and parked the car in the garage. I opened the front door of our detached luxury villa and walked straight to the study. Usually referred to by us as ‘the interrogation room.’ From the closet, I took out some clothing and changed into a black leather pants and a black shirt. I grabbed a short whip and a pair of handcuffs and attached everything to the specially designed hooks on my pants. As a switch, I loved being able to wear my master’s clothing again. Normally, I was submissive to my dominant wife, but we had agreed that Sophia would be my slave. I couldn’t wait to finally have a steady slave again!

Through the closed door of the garden room, I could already hear panting and moaning. I listened carefully with my ear to the door. “Yes, keep going, little slut, keep going,” Anna groaned. I was overwhelmed. She had achieved that quickly! I gently opened the door and stepped into the garden room. My wife was hanging in one of her mistress outfits on the sofa. Between her spread legs, I saw a naked young lady with her face under my mistress’s long black lace dress. It was clear what the girl was doing. My cock was tight in my pants at the sight of this horny game. I looked at Sophia’s smooth bare back, which transitioned into a pair of deliciously firm curved buttocks. She was on her knees, slightly bent forward; I heard envy-inducing wet slurping sounds under the dress. My mistress opened her eyes closed with pleasure, saw me, and gave me a sweet smile. With a gesture, she indicated that it was entirely up to me. I smiled back lovingly.

Sophia kept licking, completely focused on her task, she didn’t realize that there was still someone else in the room. I snuck up behind her. Slowly I reached out my arms and tenderly let my hands glide over her naked back. She startled and tried to get up, “Keep pleasing your mistress, little slut,” I whispered in her ear. She didn’t see me, and her primary reaction was still to get out from under the dress. To escape the humiliating situation. “Ouch!”, with the whip, I hit her tense buttocks. A light red stripe formed on her delightful ass. The effect was perfect. Startled, she slid back between the legs, and quite quickly, her tongue resumed licking my mistress’s dripping wet pussy. My hands again caressed her back, pushed under her arms, and found her pointed tits. They felt delicious! I gently stroked her breasts, massaged them with both hands. The young slave girl moaned now. “Don’t forget to keep doing your task, little slut,” I whispered as I pinched her nipples and turned them half a turn. The moaning became louder and sounded painful, and quickly she resumed the cunnilingus. Slowly, I let the nipples relax again and resumed the massaging movements. Sophia moaned again, but now the sounds were clearly muffled by the licking of the longing vagina. “You have three minutes to lick your mistress off. Every 15 seconds you take longer, you get a new blow with the little whip you just felt.” I saw her nod under the dress that she understood and heard that she was trying even more fanatically. I was curious what my mistress was going to do. I could lick her off very quickly, but if she wanted to punish me, no matter how hard I tried, she could simply delay her orgasm. But apparently she liked Sophia, because I saw her close her eyes with a smile on her face and thoroughly enjoy the young girl between her legs. Her panting and moaning became louder and more intense and after more than two minutes she let herself go completely and screamed an orgasm. The poor slave girl was almost crushed between my mistress’ strong legs. But most of all she was relieved that the orgasm was reached within three minutes.

She emerged from under the dress with a bright red face of shame. She couldn’t give herself an attitude. “Stand up,” I ordered her. She stood up ashamed, with her hands shyly covering her pubic area. I looked at the beautiful twenty year old. She was a beautiful girl, her blond hair in a ponytail adorned her sweet open face. Her breasts stood out, smaller than Anna’s, just the right size to fit her small body. “I want you to always have your hands behind your neck when you show yourself.” She listened immediately and despite her shame, she placed her hands folded behind her neck. A beautiful, smoothly shaven mons pubis showed itself to me. My cock became even harder if possible and it was difficult for me not to immediately explore her wonderful body: What a wonderful girl!

I took a seat in the armchair and let Sophia pull out the punishment stool and asked her to sit down. Anna had gotten up in the meantime and returned a little later with three glasses of white wine. She put two glasses on the table and gave one to Sophia while giving her a big kiss, “That was damn delicious, Sophia! I knew you were bi, but the fact that you can perform such good oral sex is a big plus,” she winked at the shy girl. I laughed and said I was jealous, “I’m sure my pleasures will come, but for now just take it easy. Now you’re just Sophia for a while and I’m curious what you thought of this afternoon.”

She said she was shocked that a stranger was blackmailing her. She had been in suspense all morning. Afraid that her world would collapse because a complete stranger could publish pornographic photos and stories of her. “When your wife announced herself, I didn’t know whether to be relieved or even more anxious. You, uh, you are Florences parents! That really shocked me.” But my wife had actually reassured and given her confidence immediately upon arrival. “I now know that I was very stupid and that everything could have been much worse,” she spoke softly and vulnerable.

We had agreed that we wanted Sophia voluntarily as a slave. That’s why I offered her that we would destroy the photos and other correspondence. “That means we don’t want to blackmail you with anything. And so you can stop. Now or whenever you want.” She immediately looked at me happily, “Really? I think that’s very sweet of you! But eh,” she continued timidly, “I think I don’t really want to stop.” She hardly dared to admit it to us, but she felt safe with us and with the realization that things could have ended very badly with someone else, she actually didn’t want to stop. “You can finally give me what I’ve wanted for years,” she said, shaking with emotion. I was satisfied, but wanted her to explicitly indicate that she wanted to stay with us and told her that she should then ask if she could be our submissive. She swallowed and clearly found it difficult, but tremblingly the question came: “Mr. and Mrs. van Doornenbosch, can I please be your slave?” A big group hug reinforced our positive answer. We had a little slave girl!

We talked for a long time. All three dressed, as equal adults. Sophia stayed for dinner and then over several glasses of wine we talked longer and more openly about desires, needs and boundaries. By being open and honestly identifying our desires, Sophia also became more and more relaxed. We offered her our guest room that night and the young girl happily stayed the night. The weekend started tomorrow and no one had anything planned, so we all had plenty of time to get up late and quietly. I had made a nice breakfast and Sophia was sitting next to me on a stool, having a nice chat. “Good morning darlings,” Anna said cheerfully when she was the last to join breakfast, dressed in a beautiful burgundy slip dress. Sophia stared at my wife with her mouth open, “you look so beautiful, Mrs. van Doonenbosch,” she said, clearly impressed. Anna smiled at her and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, “Thank you darling. And eh, it’s just ‘Anna’ when we’re together like that. Otherwise I feel even older with you!” “Well ma’am ... um, Anna, I um, wish I looked like you. Um, you” Laughing, I asked if she was really sure she was bi and not lesbian. The question had more effect than I thought, her cheeks turned a deep red, her gaze turned downwards, “no, eh, Brian, I eh, can’t wait to serve you eh,” she replied shyly. “Haha, then I’m reassured,” I said lightly, “come on, enjoy your breakfast, ‘serving’ will come naturally!” The breakfast was very relaxed and pleasant. We cleaned everything up together and I suggested we give a tour. Anna nodded enthusiastically. “Then Sophia knows the way and she sees a bit of the possibilities in this villa. Who knows, she might get a little excited,” she winked at the young girl. “I already am and I will see you later in the last room,” she continued quite cryptically. However, I got the message and felt my penis swell excitedly.

Through the living room and hall I showed the garden room, which of course she already knew. “I also receive business guests here, which is why this room is a bit inconspicuously decorated. But that stool can be used multifunctionally and there are enough toys in the cupboard to keep you busy.” I opened the cupboard and Sophia looked with her mouth open at the collection of vibrators, plugs, clamps, ropes and whips. “Just like Anna, I want you to be excited later,” I said. With a red face, Sophia admitted that she already was. I laughed, “I didn’t expect anything else, but I still won’t take any chances.” I opened a drawer and took out a pair of black leather panties, with a not-so-large dildo sticking out of the crotch. “take off your sweatpants and underwear and put them on,” I ordered her. Red-faced with shame, she took off the pants and panties. For a moment I had a view of the beautiful smooth Mount of Venus again. Timidly and awkwardly, she pulled up the leather panties. She looked at me questioningly and uncertainly. “You can just put that dildo in your pussy. I assume it’s wet enough already?” She nodded, guided the dildo between her labia and pulled the panties up while letting out a deep sigh. I smiled at her hot reaction. We walked to the office. With every step I noticed that the dildo was doing its job and was continuously pampering Sophia’s pussy. He would soon be horny as hell!

“This office is actually the interrogation and punishment room,” I explained as soon as we stepped inside. “Next time you come in here, you know you’re going to be hurt.” I looked at her as I explicitly explained that we were unlearning mistakes with physical punishment and that this really hurt so that a submissive would not make the same mistake again the next time. She didn’t react shocked, but rather curious. From our conversations the night before, I knew she wasn’t much of a pain slut.

I opened the door to the connected small room that just fit a bed and a cupboard. “Our cell, with its own toilet that can be locked remotely.” Sophia looked around curiously, “Have you ever sat here?” I laughed, “very often. As a switch, I am not always a very good submissive and sometimes Anna really doesn’t want to see me for a long time.” “And uh, will you also be punished?” “Yep,” I replied affirmatively, “just like you, I don’t like pain. But when my mistress tortures me, it feels good. Then I have earned it and it really feels different. Then I suffer it for her, I bear it for her because I want to serve her. And honestly, sometimes pain suddenly feels good...” She looked at me with shame, “I actually can’t wait to serve you like this too.” I winked at her in love and gave a kiss on her cheek, “Come!”

Back in the punishment room, I opened the cupboard on the back wall. “I didn’t want to punish you right away, but I think you’re kind of ready for it.” I sighed deeply and explained to her why she deserved punishment, “My slaves always look well cared for. Sweatpants and baggy T-shirts do not meet the ‘well-groomed’ standard. In the closet of the guest room there are enough dresses, dressing gowns, tops and skirts to dress decently. And if there is nothing that suits you, you simply appear ‘groomed naked’. Is that clear?” A shy nod followed. “When I ask you something in this role, you answer out loud and call me ‘master’. Is that clear?” She now timidly replied with “yes, master”. Nice. The roles were clear. I indicated that I would punish her lightly and ordered her to take off her sleep shirt. The delicious tits sprang out. “Put your hands behind your neck, like I taught you yesterday.” So she stood naked in front of me, except for the leather briefs. I grabbed two clamps, not too tight, but two that would hurt quite a bit. My hands grabbed her left breast and massaged the lovely soft flesh. It didn’t just turn me on, because I heard Sophia moan softly. Wait, I thought meanly. My fingers grabbed the nipple, which became harder and I pulled the nipple forward slightly, after which I placed a clamp on the nipple, “Ouch!”. Breathing deeply, she endured the pain until she got used to it. The right breast was now massaged, again I grabbed the stiff nipple and placed the second clamp. Now I took Sophia by the head and kissed her on the mouth “Well done, girl”