Sir and Sub - Part 3 - The Domme

February 5

In the dimly lit basement dungeon, the scent of leather and the faint hint of arousal mingled with the cool concrete beneath their feet. Sub's pulse quickened as she watched Sir's eyes lingering on her curves that were enhanced by her crimson tartan skirt, white thigh high stockings and skin tight white singlet top. He stepped closer, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. His strong arms reached for the coil of silky rope resting on the wooden table. This was the night she had dreamt of for so long.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Sir began to expertly tie Sub's slender wrists, pulling them taut above her head and securing them to the sturdy wooden beam. His eyes never left hers, as he worked his way down her body, wrapping and tying, creating a mesmerizing pattern that bound her tight. The tension grew with every knot, her breaths shallow and quick, each twist of the rope around her flesh sending a thrill of anticipation through her. He released her from the beam above before tying a leash around her neck and securing her hands behind her back with an expertly applied armbinder tie.

Domme sauntered over, a wicked smirk playing on her red-***ted lips as she trailed a finger over the swell of Sub's breasts. Shivers cascaded down Sub's spine, her nipples hardening in response. Domme picked up a riding crop from the wall and tapped it against her palm as she inspected Sir's handiwork, a silent nod of approval passing between them. Sub felt the crop caress the tender flesh of her inner thigh, moving upwards, hovering over her clit before delivering a sharp sting. She gasped, her body arching into the restraints, a delicious mix of *** and pleasure. This was just the beginning.

Without warning, Domme commanded "come" and led Sub by the leash to the spanking bench. Sub felt the cold leather of the bench press against her belly as she was laid over it, her ass in the air, *** and exposed. The rope around her torso bit deeper into her skin. Domme secured Sub's legs into a wide position, significantly limiting her movement. Domme's eyes gleamed with excitement as she raised the crop for its next strike. The next blow fell, a fiery kiss that ***ted a crimson path across the pale globes of Sub's ass. Sub's eyes watered, but she didn't dare make a sound. The rhythm grew steadier, the *** more intense, but Sub found herself slipping into a sublime state of submission, each smack pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room echoed with the sounds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional gasp from her own lips.

The Domme switched her weapon, trading the crop for a heavy wooden paddle. The paddle collided with her ass, a thunderous crack that resonated through the room, leaving her gasping for air. The *** was intense, but Sub's desire for this punishment grew with every strike. She was completely pacified. Her ass burned a deep shade of red, each cheek blossoming with the evidence of their shared dominance. Sir watched, the sight of his Sub's beautiful suffering was pleasing him immensely.

Sub's legs began to tremble, but her eyes remained fixed on the floor, as the Domme delivered blow after blow. A symphony of agony that was only matched by the sweet music of her own whimpers and pleas. The paddle's surface was now slick with Sub's sweat, leaving a trail of reddened flesh in its wake. Sir stepped closer, his cock was free from his pants, standing tall and proud. He reached out and traced a finger along the welts rising on her skin. Sub bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the sting of his touch mingle with the fire from the Domme's paddle.

With a nod from Sir, Domme set aside the paddle and unclipped the ropes holding Sub's legs apart, allowing them to fall to the floor. Sir stepped in, his booted foot nudging her legs wider, exposing the slickness of her pussy to the cool air. He slid his hand between her thighs, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, firm circles. The pressure built, a delicious tension that was a stark contrast to the *** that had just been there. Sub moaned, as Sir's other hand began to spank her ass, each smack landing in a perfect rhythm. The *** was a backdrop to the pleasure now, a reminder of their power.

"Now, my Princess," Sir murmured, his voice thick with desire, "It's time for your final test of the evening." Domme stepped forward, her movements as fluid as a cat's, assisting Sub from the bench. With a gentle tug of the leash, she led Sub to the cross, where she was secured once again, her arms and wrists freed from the armbinder.

The ropes that had held her earlier were replaced with thick, velvety cuffs that were secured to the cross. They bit into her skin just enough to remind her of her place. Sir took a step back and nodded to Domme, who picked up a flogger and approached the cross with a predatory stride. The flogger kissed Sub's stomach, leaving a trail of fire across her abdomen, the tips grazing her nipples until they stood at attention. Sub gasped, her eyes locked on Domme's, the intensity of the gaze almost too much to bear.

Domme continued to whip Sub's chest, her strokes precise and measured, ***ting a crimson canvas across the pale skin. Her breath grew ragged, her moans echoing through the chamber like a siren's call. Domme's eyes gleamed as she watched Sub's body respond, the welts on her chest standing out starkly against her creamy white skin. Sub's body was alive with sensation, a symphony of *** and pleasure that played in perfect harmony with the Domme's rhythm.

Sir stroked his cock as he took in the sight of Sub's writhing form at the mercy of the Domme's skilled hands. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need for more, and he knew that she was ready for the next phase of their session. He approached the cross, his touch was gentle, almost loving, a stark contrast to the fiery kisses of the Domme's weapons.

He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "You're doing so well, Princess. Do you want some cock now?" Sub's eyes rolled back, her only response a muffled moan of desperation. Sir unlinked her from the cross, and carefully led her back to the spanking bench, laying her over it once more before securing her wrists and ankles once again. He moved around to the front of the bench where he leaned down and whispered “Open your fucking mouth” – his voice a low growl.

Sub was unable to form any coherent words through the haze of desire and she opened her mouth, ready to accept his cock, her tongue eagerly wrapping around him as he began to fuck her face. The taste of his pre-cum mingled was a treasure on her tongue, which soon had her moaning around his shaft. Sir began to fuck her mouth with long powerful, rhythmic strokes while her moans grew louder.

She desperately wanted to grab his cock, but the restraints prevented any movement of her arms or legs. She was there to be used as their sexual plaything, a toy for their enjoyment, a slut for the taking, a sub in the middle of pleasure. The salty taste of him was addictive, her mouth watering for more. She felt his hand tighten around the roots of her hair and his rhythm built intensely.

Domme stepped forward from the shadows, her eyes glazed over with the intensity of the moment. She set aside her weapons of *** and pleasure and approached Sub, her hand trailing down her back. The Domme's hand found Sub's clit, her fingers working it with a precision that had Sub's legs shaking. The pressure grew, a coil tightening in her belly, a storm brewing. Sir watched, his own strokes in her mouth becoming more erratic as he felt Sub's throat open more to take him deeper. Sub let out a huge moan around Sir’s cock, spit bellowing out of her mouth. Her legs spasmed and her delicate pink ass shook as an orgasmic wave rocked her body. Sir removed his cock from her mouth, her cries of joy and passion filling the room. Sub had an ***istic look in her eye that told them she was not done yet.

Domme turned to Sir and purred “Mistress wants a turn as well” before laughing. Sir chuckled and Sub gasped for air, still coming down from her orgasmic tsunami. The kiss was deep, dominating, leaving no doubt as to who was in charge. Sub moaned into Domme's mouth, the sensation of their tongues dancing together sending waves of pleasure through her. Without warning, Domme broke the kiss, her hand gripping the back of Sub’s neck. She leaned in close, her as she purred a siren’s song of hot breath into Sub’s ear "Make me cum, Princess". Sub eagerly obeyed, her tongue snaking out to lick and probe the Domme's folds. The taste of her was like nothing she'd ever experienced, a heady mix of desire and power. Domme's grip on her neck tightened, guiding her movements as she licked and sucked, her tongue delving deeper into the warm, wet heat.

Sub's tongue worked its magic on Domme's clit, swirling and flicking as she could feel the tension building. Domme's grip on Sub's neck grew stronger, her hips moving faster, grinding against her face. Sir positioned himself behind Sub, his cock sliding along the crevice of her ass as he lined it up with her soaking wet pussy. He pushed inside her, inch by glorious inch, until she was completely filled. Sub moaned as he stretched her body to the limit.

Sir's hands moved to Sub's hips, his grip firm as he began to thrust into her harder. The room was a symphony of wet sounds, the slap of Sir's cock against Sub's pussy, the suckling noises from Domme's pussy. Sub felt the first tremor of Domme's orgasm, her body tightening, her muscles contracting around her tongue. She moaned in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her own body. Domme's orgasm crashed over her convulsing body, her juices flooding Sub's mouth. Sub eagerly lapped them up, savoring the taste of the powerful woman above her, the heady scent of her desire.

Sir took the cue, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breaths more ragged. The pressure grew until Sub felt it, the fire in her groin unfurling into an explosion of pleasure that had her screaming into Domme's pussy. Her pussy clamped down around Sir's cock, her body shaking and legs trembling as she came, the intensity of her climax making her vision swim.

Domme momentarily collapsed over Sub so she could enjoy the cool latex on her sweaty body as she did. During this brief pause in proceedings, Sir removed his cock from Sub’s pussy and started to explore her ass. His thumb circling her puckered entrance, the intrusion surprising and thrilling. The stretch was a new sensation, but Sub's body welcomed it. Domme applied some lube to Sub’s thumbed ass, allowing Sir to first replace his thumb with one, then two, fingers. Sir expertly worked his fingers into Sub’s asshole, slowly stretching it and warming it up for the *** that was to come.

Domme released the ankle and wrist cuffs and gently helped Sub to her feet. She was a torrid, hot mess. Her body marked from the spanking and whipping, her hair wisping and tangled, her skin glistening with sweat. Sir gently led Sub to the bed where Domme was standing near the edge of the bed. Domme’s gaze drew Sub towards her and her hand moved to the zipper of her catsuit. She let her large breasts fall free and pulled out a strap-on cock that had been hidden beneath the shiny latex. It was thick and black, a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin.

She expertly stepped into the harness and became one with the black phallus and she lay back on the bed. Sir positioned Sub so that her dripping wet pussy hovered above Domme’s big black cock. Domme buried it deep within her, causing Sub's eyes to roll back in her head. The sudden fullness was overwhelming and Domme laughed wickedly as she reached around Sub to pull her towards her and kiss her passionately. Domme's hips began to move in a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing Sub closer and closer to the edge of climax. The sound of skin slapping on latex filled the dungeon, punctuated by Sub's cries of pleasure.

Domme spoke commandingly "You're right Sir, this one squirms like a delightful little cock hound." The feeling of the latex-covered cock inside her was a delicious agony, stretching her more than she'd ever been. Domme's hand snaked around Sub's throat, her grip firm but not choking, a silent reminder of who was in charge.

Domme slowed her thrusts, giving Sub's body a brief reprieve, expecting her to pull out entirely. Instead, she felt Sir’s fingers at her ass again, expertly penetrating her while Domme slowly moved her cock in Sub’s quivering pussy. Sir was moving his fingers in and out of her freely, when he slowed and removed his fingers.

The well lubricated, smooth head of Sir’s cock pressed against her ass, gently separating and easing into her asshole. With a grace that belied her power, trust and submission, Sub breathed deeply to take more of Sir and intreating a gaze at Domme for her to recommence fucking her with her black cock.

Before long Sir was able to pump his cock in and out of her ass while Domme did the same to her pussy. Waves of fullness, pleasure and joy flowed throughout her body. This was a level of submission she had not felt before, able to satisfy herself and two others simultaneously.

As he continued to fuck her hard from behind. Sub's moans grew louder, the sensation of being filled so completely, the mix of *** and pleasure, was almost too much to handle. He began to pump into her harder, his own orgasm approaching as he felt the tightness of her body around him. The sensation was maddening, and she writhed beneath him. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, her muscles tensing in anticipation. A final wave of pleasure rocked Sub’s body, as she bucked and squirmed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her pussy drenching Domme’s black cock and her cries of pleasure filling the room one last time for the evening.

Sir's grip tightened on her hips as he felt her tight ass milking his cock, he pulled out and moved around to spurt his cum into Sub’s mouth. Sub felt the warmth fill her mouth and dribble down her chin. She eagerly attempted to catch every drop, her tongue lapping up the remnants of his release. What she couldn’t contain, spilt onto Domme’s face as she lay underneath her. Domme eagerly licked and devoured as much of the creamy white, salty fluid as she could.

Sub was left lightheaded from the heady mix of submission and pleasure she had experienced. Sir sat back on the bed and watched his beautiful Sub momentarily collapsed on top of Domme. “We’re not quite done my Sub” he commanded from the vista he had. Sub looked at him, she was exhausted, what else could he have in store for her? Domme carefully rolled her onto her back, before presenting her black cock for Sub to lick clean of her own juices. She eagerly complied, looking deeply at Sir the whole time.

Finally exhausted, they all stepped back, the air thick with the musk of their shared pleasure. Sub's eyes were glazed with ecstasy, her body a canvas of rope kisses and welts. Sir gently stroked her hair and whispered words of praise. She couldn't help but lean into Sir's embrace, her legs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Domme knelt beside her, tracing a finger over the marks left by her weapons of choice, a gentle caress that sent shivers through Sub's body. "You did well," she murmured, the praise a warm balm to Sub's soul. Afterall, her desire is to please her Sir, and Domme.