Chapter 7

Three weeks later we were in my dungeon. We’d had a very good, i.e., painful and then painful-plus-pleasurable, SM scene and now Harvey was working on relieving his sexual tension by slamming his long, thick cock into my ass in the missionary position. Since he was rubbing my clit and giving me even more orgasms I was perfectly content to have him use me that way.

Then, out of the blue, while still pounding me he asked me a question. “Tell me, Nat, you’ve done lots of guys, but have you ever had sex with another woman?”

I was right on the verge of releasing again so didn’t immediately answer, but when I’d caught my breath and my heart rate had slowed I said, “Yes, from time to time, starting back in high school. I’ve enjoyed it but I’ve never been in what I’d call a real relationship with one.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Yeah, two reasons, really. Partly it’s been finding someone I really cared about, and partly with girls it’s always been sensual sex. You know I sometimes want a rougher experience, and I’ve only gotten those from men.”

“That makes sense,” he said, and then he buried himself deep in my ass and rubbed my clit hard, and we cried out and climaxed together.

I was waiting for Harvey in my dungeon. Unlike my typical prep, after cleaning myself out, showering, brushing my long blonde hair, making myself up, and lubing my ass, I’d followed his directions and put on clothes: a tiny silk thong, a sexy little club dress, and a new pair of Louboutin sandals he’d handed to me the previous day. The iconic red soles on the four-inch stiletto heels with little spikes on the thin vamp straps matched my fingernails and toenails and added another splash of color to my otherwise all-black outfit.

I was abruptly awakened from my day-dreams about what might happen this evening when Harvey arrived, and then I was even more startled when I saw he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by a beautiful young woman; she was obviously much younger than I, probably in her mid-to-late 20s. She had long, blue-tinted black hair, deep blue eyes, and a voluptuous figure that was boldly emphasized by what she was wearing: a bustier corset, a thong panty, and four-inch patent-leather stiletto heels, all in black.

He was carrying two duffels instead of his usual one, and he transferred the second one to hold both of them in one hand, put his other arm around her narrow waist, and brought her forward to face me, and I rose from the couch.

“Good evening, Natalie. This is Sally.”

“Good evening, Sir. Hello, Sally.”

Sally looked at me coolly. “You may address me as Mistress.”

“Yes, of course ... Mistress,” I stammered nervously. What is going on? I wondered nervously. What has Harvey planned? I was instantly reminded of the question he’d asked me a few days earlier, the one about sex with women, and then I found out for sure.

“Sally is a nurse,” he informed me. “I met her when I was in the hospital with Covid. She was one of the nurses who took care of me and we had some interesting private discussions. It turned out that she enjoyed being in control with her live-in boyfriend; she was behaviorally and psychologically a domme without realizing how much she was curious about power exchange. She’s also bisexual,” he added glibly, “and she wants to explore that in a ... dominant way with another woman.”

I was overwhelmed by a gamut of emotions. Sally was undoubtedly attractive, and I would probably have been interested in her if I’d met her some other way. But Harvey obviously had more in mind than just girl-girl sex; he was going to tag-team me with a female dominant, make me submit to both of them. I was both scared and excited by that prospect; my nipples were stiffening and my pussy tingled and started to moisten. This was totally unexpected, and when I saw the gleam brighten in Sally’s eyes I was even more nervous.

“I see, Sir,” I said softly, and I did see. This was definitely going to be... interesting.

Sally seated herself at one end of the couch and crossed her long legs. Harvey turned me around so I was facing away from her, took me into his arms, and kissed me. Ordinarily I would have responded eagerly, but I was anxious and I knew I was stiff and uncomfortable. “Relax, Nat,” he whispered in my ear. “I know this was a surprise but you’re going to really enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” I whispered back. “But I just don’t know how to react to this ... situation.” I hesitated, then said, “I’ve never submitted to a woman, and I don’t know what to do or how to be.”

“Just be yourself,” he replied. “You’ll do as you’re told, just like when you’re with me.”

“Is she going to ... control me?”

“Under my supervision; she knows I’m in overall charge and you know I’ll keep you safe, right?”

“Yes, of course, Sir, I never doubted that. I just didn’t know how to ... respond to her.”

“Once you’re in your head-space it’ll become natural for you. Now forget for the moment that she’s here and kiss me the way I know you can.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. I parted my lips, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I melted against him. He ran his hands up and down my bare back, stroking and lightly massaging my tense shoulder muscles around and under the spaghetti straps of my dress, and my labored breathing gradually became more normal. He continued to kiss me and I continued to respond, and when he slid his hands around and cupped my breasts I felt my nipples harden to his touch.

“That’s better,” he crooned, and I felt more of the tension drain from my over-stressed body.

Harvey had added a new feature to my basement dungeon, a set of three sturdy hooks in the central ceiling beam. The single hook could be used individually to hold my arms above my head and the other two supported a trapeze-like bar suspended on a pair of strong ropes. All the ropes ran through pulleys to tie-downs on the wall so my arms or the bar could be raised or lowered at his discretion. The bar had an eye bolt in each end and he’d acquired a new pair of suspension cuffs that were connected to those bolts and always ready for use.

Now he led me to stand below the single hook, which also had a pair of suspension cuffs dangling from it. He motioned and I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. He took the dress and tossed it onto the couch next to Sally, and I raised my arms and grabbed the cuff handles so he could fasten the leather bands around my wrists. I stood there, in just my tiny thong and high heels, anxiously awaiting what would happen next.

Sally picked up my dress and started to fold it, then stopped and raised it to her nose and gave an audible sniff. She looked up at me and I blushed a deep scarlet; she knew I was already turned on by the prospect of BDSM play. Harvey had opened his duffel and laid out an assortment of toys, and Sally set my dress aside, got up from the couch, and strutted seductively towards him runway-style, her hips swaying as she put one foot in front of the other.

Harvey picked up his deerskin flogger and stood next to Sally behind me. I watched over my shoulder as he swung it against my ass a few times and then handed it to her. She swung it experimentally back and forth through the air a few times and then picked up where Harvey had left off, swiping it across my ass with increasingly firmer strokes as she got used to it. Then she added swats across the backs of my upper thighs, and even that soft flogger started to create some stinging, but still very pleasant, sensations. My ass cheeks were warming, my pussy was becoming more moist, and my mind was sinking further into subspace.

Then Harvey picked up his little horsehair whisk and Sally swapped the deerskin for a heavier flogger. She added my upper back to the areas she was striking and he began lightly sliding the whisk across my breasts. My nipples hardened to the touches and the hairs made little red streaks as they stung my skin. Then he too included new targets; the whisk slid across my belly and then the fronts of my thighs. The combined actions were becoming actively painful, and the feeling of being attacked by two people at once over both the front and the back of my body had my brain in overdrive. Then Harvey ran his fingertips up through my pussy lips and across my clit and I felt strong tingles surge from my core.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, and he stroked my clit into quivering stiffness and my secretions began to really flow. He whipped my breasts even harder and I cried out, half in pain and half in desire, as the stinging became more intense, and then he pulled his hand back long enough to send the whisk across my pussy before pushing two fingers deep into my slick vagina. “God, yes, more,” I whimpered, but then he stopped and Sally began flogging my front.

Sally changed floggers again and moved behind me, and now I felt the laces of the plastic one, the one that really stung. Harvey resumed whisking my breasts and my thighs and then I felt the first rush of endorphins flow through me, giving me the high that pushed the pain into the background and heightened my sexual arousal.

“Ahhh,” I moaned, and Harvey thrust his fingers faster and faster in and out of my pussy.

“Do not come,” he commanded. “When you think you’re about to release say the word edge.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, knowing how he was going to make me wait. He’d done that before, he loved making me grovel and beg for an orgasm, but I also knew the eventual pleasure would be worth it.

“Make sure Sally hears you when you say it,” he directed, and then he used his thumb to rub my clit. My body was climbing quickly, but I knew better than to let myself climax without permission during a scene. I’d let that happen two weeks ago and his punishment, using my strong sex drive against me, had been pure sexual torture. He’d ended the scene immediately, and after telling me that he’d never see me again if I disobeyed he said I was denied permission to come for a week. He ordered me to refrain from vaginal sex with my husband, only taking him anally and then finishing him with my mouth, and then every day he’d tormented my pussy and my clit until I was climbing the walls in frustration, writhing and mewling and begging, and then he’d wrap my long blonde hair around his cock and give me a semen shampoo, knowing that the aroma would only increase my frustration.

I’ll never know where I found the will-power to refrain from masturbating during that hellish week, but I did, maybe because I knew I would admit it if I had, and by the seventh day I was a total wreck. But after I apologized for the hundredth time he accepted my apology and gave me relief. I would never make that mistake again. So when I was close enough that I was getting worried about going over the cliff I shouted, “Edge,” and both he and Sally stopped what they were doing and let me settle down.

“Good girl,” he said quietly

Sally’s bustier barely covered her nipples, and I watched Harvey move behind her and loosen the laces holding the top half of her corset until her breasts were released. They were large and firm with small pink nipples; she obviously hadn’t needed that corset for support.

“Do you like what you see, Nat?” he asked.

“I do, she’s beautiful.”

Sally stepped closer to me and lifted one of her breasts in front of my face. “Worship me,” she ordered, and I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I lovingly licked and suckled it, feeling it grow and stiffen. She withdrew that nipple and switched me to the other breast, and I repeated the process.

Harvey loosened the other set of laces and Sally’s corset fell to the floor, and then he slowly lowered my arms and I bent my knees part way to kiss Sally’s belly. When I’d been further lowered to put my knees on the floor my face was directly in front of Sally’s pussy. She slid off her thong, and at her command I made oral love to her, sliding my tongue through her neatly-trimmed black pubic hair to thrust it between her lips and into her vagina.

Harvey started fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I started climbing, and then he inserted an anal probe into me and started moving it in and out of my ass while continuing to finger me. The probe wasn’t that thick, only about an inch in diameter at its widest point, but it was long, more than eight inches from the tip to the start of the handle, and it was so flexible it could bend as needed and be pushed way up into my ass. It was reaching farther in me than any cock ever had; I could feel its bulbous head moving inside me, and the sensations of fullness and movement added to my arousal.

After I licked and sucked Sally’s clit for a couple of minutes she grunted, and when she sent a flood of secretions into my mouth she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face hard into her pussy. I swallowed her juices and then her belly rippled and she shot a burst of pee into my mouth.

I didn’t mind Harvey doing that, I loved having his cock in my mouth no matter how he was treating me, but it felt especially nasty to have a woman hold me in place and pee into me like that. She pinched my nostrils shut and I knew if I wanted to be able to breathe I had to swallow her pee, so I drank the bitter liquid and took a breath through my mouth. When she released me Harvey removed the probe from my ass and stopped touching me.

He raised me back up to a standing position and then each of them picked up a leather flogger. Sally was behind me but she whipped my breasts, my belly, and my pussy from that direction while Harvey added flogging from in front of me, and I was whimpering with each strike; they definitely weren’t being gentle.

Then they rotated around me. Harvey used his quirt, an 18-inch-long two-tailed whip, on my ass and the backs of my thighs while Sally picked up his little leather flogger and briefly renewed the attack on my chest. Then she went to the little chest in which he stored small items and picked up two wooden clothespins. She teased my nipples, which were already erect, and then she slowly released one of the pins onto my left nipple. “Owww,” I groaned, and then she positioned the second pin.