The antiquated Edwardian décor and leather seating, had once intimidated Gemma. The deep-crimson wallpaper, striped with green, along with the thick oak doors and chandelier wall lights, had seemed too ornate and heavy in tone. Over the years, she had come to like the shades, and the additional kinky furniture didn’t seem out of place amongst the interior.
She knelt at Jason’s feet and spoke at length about their cruise to their Dominant and submissive friends. Gemma felt at home with the surroundings and etiquette of the place. They spent an hour or so wandering the communal area, watching others’ scenes and play. They witnessed nothing extreme and certainly no intercourse, not in that area of the club.
Jason took her to his preferred private room, and when she opened the door for him, he nudged her back as she halted on the threshold. Monique—a professional submissive hired by the club—was positioned, naked, on the floor in the ready pose of a service slave.
Gemma said nothing as Jason instructed Monique to strip his wife naked. Her lack of words failed to hide her apprehension. Her fingers shook as she helped Monique with the corset and avoided looking at her, as if it would make her presence real.
The girl’s attendance mortified Gemma. So soon after her first adventure into bringing another submissive into their play…she wished she could read Jason’s mind sometimes. Not that he’d said he wouldn’t do such a scene. They had discussed it on the flight home from their cruise, part of a lengthy debriefing session conducted in the jet’s sleeping compartment. She’d agreed she was capable of doing more, accepted it would be something he would do from time to time. Her gentle scenes with Maria on Sublime had been the testing ground. Now he wanted to take things further and ensure she didn’t change her mind about experimenting with her newly discovered versatility.
He flogged the pair of them, tied to a suspended rope, face to face, with breasts knocking against each other. The suede flogger swung back and forth, crashing into each woman in turn. Gemma wriggled with the smarts, while Monique remained still. In such close proximity, it remained impossible to avoid catching her eyes. The dark-haired girl, with broad lips and high cheekbones, gave Gemma a beaming smile of welcome. As if to say it was all right—she could do this. She could, and she did, mirroring the other submissive’s stance and hypnotic trance.
Having another join their play wasn’t as bad as Gemma had anticipated. With no intercourse permitted between him and the other sub, it remained sensual, playful and erotically charged for all involved, as demonstrated by the occasional laughter or delighted squeal.
Gemma didn’t hesitate once to carry out his orders, knowing it pleased him. She held her orgasms as Monique used her mouth, licking and sucking on her tender clitoris. When she gave Jason oral gratification, Gemma kept focused on his face, staving off her own climax while he nurtured his.
Towards the end, he rewarded them both with a vibrating wand.
“Simultaneous, please. Oh, share the wand, don’t take turns.”
There were a few giggles while she and Monique tried to work out how to use the toy to achieve simultaneous orgasms and comply with Jason’s instructions. He watched with amusement reclining on the sofa, an ornate chaise longue, as they dared each other to come first.
Gemma whispered, “You come first.”
Monique shook her head with tiny movements. “No, you.”
Jason leaned forward and grabbed their ponytails.
“When I say simultaneous, I mean the word. Controlled, synchronized orgasms for my entertainment. No faking, or I’ll whip the pair of you.”
Her scalp stinging, Gemma swallowed her laughter. Sometimes, her husband wore a mantle of dominance that raised him to a different level. She paused to admire his style—dark suit, the tie slightly loosened, and gold cuff links shining in the diffuse lighting. He fed her fantasies as much as his own, giving her the scenario she often sought but could never define with words: a suave man, relaxed in his environment, with two naked women at his feet submitting to his wicked charms and seductive, yet firm, tone.
Blinking with uncertainty, Monique and Gemma stared at each other, trying to work out how they were going to do as Jason asked. Monique, in the end, had the experience Gemma lacked when it came to this type of play.
“You go for it, Gemma. I can follow your lead. Tell me when you’re close.”
Gemma nodded in agreement. Monique, being the kind of professional sub who played in sexual ménages, held back until Gemma panted with her impending climax. They managed it within a few seconds of each other, which Jason found acceptable—he applauded with a few claps and grinned. He took the device off them as they lay at his feet—sweaty, naked girls with a wet patch under their bums.
“Well done, Monique. Go and find someone else to play with.” She scooted from the room, leaving Gemma with him.
She could see before her a fired up and keen Master who wanted his submissive for more fun and play. All the signs were present, including the renewed bulge in his pants. She rested her trembling hands on her thighs. For a few minutes, he knelt behind her and trailed his mouth and fingers about her. A cocoon of succulent kisses landed about her neck, shoulders, and cheeks as she tilted her head back.
Jason browsed the menu of kinky options stashed away in a modest cupboard and selected his choices. He told her to lie on the leather-padded table on her belly. Tying her in place with ropes about her ankles and wrists, he stepped away and returned with a Crock-Pot of purple wax. No lighted candles were permitted in the private rooms; they set off the smoke detectors. Heating up the wax, he blindfolded her, and then proceeded to trail wax over her back and haunches.
She tried to wriggle and squirm, but her bonds held firm, and, in the end, she drifted off and lay still. Murmurs passed her lips, and she giggled or yelped when he came close with the hot liquid. He coated her with droplets then he stripped and scrambled onto the table to position himself above her. The wax smudged between them as he lifted himself in and out of her.
Gemma, in her own world of bliss, loved him being above her, dipping in and out. He gripped her shoulders, and she bore as much of his weight as she could before grunting in discomfort. Untying her, he had her bend over the table as he eased back into her sleek pussy. He flicked the wax off her back, making her flinch, and her fingers clutched the table edge.
“Fuck, please,” she moaned.
Her ponytail must have been an alluring temptation. He pulled her head back with it, sending shots of pain along her scalp until they tingled across her scorched body and down to her pussy. She tightened about his thrusting cock, and he came, spurting his sticky residue inside. He slapped her thighs and told her to come. Counting down from three, she exploded as he whispered “one” into her ear. She pulsated about his diminished cock, and it seemed to reinvigorate him.
“Ah yes,” he growled. “You’re making me so hard tonight, baby. I’m not finished.”
Gemma slumped on the table as he eased out of her. Exhausted, she blinked in the brigh
t light as he slipped off the blindfold.
“Fucked too much?” he smirked. “Well, don’t worry. All you need do his stick that gob of yours on me and suck away. Not too hard is it?”