Two Bratty Submissives
Sometimes a man with two bratty submissives has to get creative with his bondage, just to get a little break:
He fastened the black leather thigh and wrist cuffs to her and did the same to Sabrina. “Now. Sabrina.” This was the first fun bit. “Lie with your mouth to Q’s pussy and hers to yours.”
Eyes bright with anticipation, Sabrina crawled on top of Q. “Tell me if I suffocate you. I need your mouth for future use.”
“Do I have to be on the bottom?” Q pleaded. “This will undermine my authority.”
He merely chuckled. Though not an exact science, Sabrina was the one he figured would come first once he let them loose to do what they wanted. “One girl sandwich coming up. If either one of you wriggles too much, you’ll get extra switching where you don’t like it. I don’t want you rolling off.”
He clipped wrists to thighs, but with enough slack so they could brace their palms on the bed, tied the Shibari rope around them both with a big bow to the side, then gave Sabrina’s ass a swat for good measure. Her squeal was obviously exaggerated. “You’ll really have a reason for screaming later, girl.”
He studied them at leisure while they giggled and moved to get comfortable.
From the yip Sabrina made, Q’s tongue or teeth were already in play. Q rumbled out a threat. “No being bratty even if you’re on top, little girl. You know I’ll punish you later for it.”
Sabrina gave an evil laugh. “Might be worth it. How could I hold back when I’ve got you like this?”
“Just remember, I bite harder!”
Sabrina screamed. “Ow! That was almost my clit. You’re worse than Jude!”
He curbed a grin and only snickered quietly. His brats always misbehaved, even to each other.
“Stop. Both of you, now. Look here.” Snapping his fingers worked. He waited until their attention focused. “Your presents came early.”
From the satin bag on the couch, he tipped the two white and red star-bedecked ball gags.
“But…” Q stuttered.
He straddled Sabrina and slipped her gag in front of her mouth.
“Jude! Sir! If you do that I can’t…” But before Sabrina could add more, he had the ball between her lips, settled between her teeth, and buckled. He shifted to the other end.
“You’re not letting us make each other come?” What a plaintive look on Q’s face. Having to contemplate Sabrina’s pussy an inch from her mouth and not be able to lick her would have that effect on Q. She loved giving oral.
“No.” He pressed her gag in place and secured it, pulling her head forward to get her hair out of the way as he buckled it. “I’m going to watch TV.”
“Say your safewords.” He pointed to each in turn. Satisfied he could understand them, he flopped onto the couch beside the bed with the remote in his left hand. Piranhaconda was on Sci-fi. Maybe he should’ve turned Sabrina so she could see it. It was their favorite guilty pleasure to watch together.
The indignant burble from Sabrina changed his mind. With his right hand, he found a switch, bent forward and proceeded to lay a series of strokes across her ass. Not as hard as maybe he could have – he didn’t want her to jerk against Q too much, but enough to hurt. While he watched, a beautiful, raised, red line appeared on her skin where he’d hit. So he did a few, waited, then sat forward and stroked them, admired them. The attraction of this was eternal – he loved watching the girls get turned on by the pain.
One long switch mark that ran for inches down to the sweet divide of Sabrina’s ass inspired him. Starting at the top of her ass, he bit the full length of it, all the way, listening to her squeal and sob and beg from behind the gag. He looked between Sabrina’s legs. Q looked… tantalized. He doubted boredom would reach her no matter how long he left her frustrated. Q would starve to death with pussy an inch away. Hope was her middle name, just like Mean was his.
Cross thought he was too easy on them. Maybe, but this way was more fun.
Yep. He laid a few more lines on Sabrina, including some on her back. Then he popped open a can of soda, slugged some down, and had a few pretzels with his feet propped on the bed.
Malevolent stares came his way from a pissed off Sabrina. Heh, heh.
“I still love this show. I can’t imagine,” he said to his gagged submissives, crunching on another snack as he spoke, “a better way to spend the afternoon. Though I’m not sure which of you I’ll fuck later.”
From The Dom On The Naughty List (Wicked Cucumber Press, 2012).
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