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Not that I was the one frequenting bars and pubs—that was more my boyfriend’s thing—but it had been a long time since I’d seen my friend. She’d been living with her boyfriend 80 km from our town for two years, so I suggested we all meet up, and if needed, they could stay overnight at our place. The living room couch had already been tested, so it wasn’t a problem. I hadn’t met her David yet, but I hoped he and my sweetheart would have something to talk about, maybe once they got drunk enough… I arranged with Kate to meet at 9 p.m. on Friday at a 24-hour bar downtown. It was a nice place—booths, a terrace, dim lighting, music…
On Friday evening, we arrived on time. Kate and David were already there. We grabbed a table tucked away in a corner but with a clear view of the bar and the entrance. Perfect. We introduced ourselves and sat across from Kate and David. I’d expected a 40-year-old geezer, but I was pleasantly surprised. David was 35, with a beautifully sculpted body—not extreme, but it was clear he spent a few hours at the gym. Add to that his blond hair and bright blue eyes. We ordered drinks—quite a lot, by my standards—but the fun began. Mostly between me and Kate. The guys were calm, chatting about something I didn’t even catch. Around midnight, Kate slipped away to the bar, tipsily striking up a conversation with the bartender. That left the three of us at the table.
David was nice, though he struck me as a bit shy. When I talked to him, he kept his gaze lowered to the table, speaking in a quiet, pleasant voice. I’m used to looking people in the eyes—maybe because eyes mean a lot to me, or maybe because I like to flirt with them… At first, I thought he might dislike me and didn’t want to talk much. But something about him felt off. Familiar, even, though I couldn’t place it.
David couldn’t hold eye contact for more than a few seconds. My boyfriend leaned over, “I’ll step away for a bit, okay?”
“Yeah, go ahead, take your time,” I whispered in his ear. He glanced at me, then briefly at David, and seemed to understand not to interrupt unless I said so.
I moved closer to David. “Am I bothering you? Should I leave?” I asked.
“No, not at all. I’m glad you’re here,” he replied, meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down again. I studied him. He must’ve felt my gaze but didn’t say a word.
“My glass is empty.” Without hesitation, he took the wine and refilled mine but didn’t pour any for himself. I took a sip, leaving a lipstick imprint on the glass. Provocatively, I twirled it in front of his face.
“Want a drink from my glass? I’ll let you. Go on.”
Head still bowed, he stared at the lipstick mark, licking his lips. He took the glass.
“Lick my lipstick off with your tongue. Nice and slow…”
He obeyed. Exactly as I wanted. Slowly, his tongue traced the rim, piece by piece, until it gleamed.
“Good?”
“Yes, it is.”
Clear enough. I’d test further. I leaned in closer.
“Dip your finger in the wine and stroke my breasts.” My neckline was low enough. With a trembling hand, he dipped his finger and began spreading the wine gently over my cleavage—without even looking at me. He swallowed hard, growing restless.
“Dip it again. Make it wetter.”
He did as I asked. Most guys would’ve taken the opportunity to grope or massage my breasts, but not him. He didn’t dare.
Kate remained at the bar, clearly entertained and oblivious to us. My gaze drifted to the entrance. Just as I thought—my sweetheart stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, watching us. For now, I had time to act.
Under the table, I tugged David’s shirt free from his pants and ran a finger over his navel, chest, and pectorals. I circled his nipple, then teased it with my nail. That triggered an explosion in him. His eyes shut, he let out a quiet, pleasured sigh, and his muscles tensed to the limit. I stopped, and he relaxed. Then I did it again. Same reaction. I watched his face—adrenaline surging. My hand slid lower. I undid his button, unzipped him, and discreetly pulled his cock free. He was so hard it took effort. I stroked his shaft, feeling the strain.
“Don’t you dare cum. Understood?” I whispered.
“Understood. I won’t,” he replied, eyes still closed. His body fought the arousal.
“You like this?”
“Yes… thank you,” he murmured.
I stopped, slipping off one of my heels with my foot.
“My shoe came off. Put it back on, and I’ll let you kiss my feet,” I whispered in his ear. Carefully, he slid under the table and gently slid the shoe back on. Then I saw him lift my foot and press kisses to the toes.
When he resurfaced, I gripped his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes.
“Does Kate know?” I asked.
He looked confused, then realization dawned. “No.”
“Why haven’t you told her?”
“She wouldn’t understand. She’d see me as weak.”
He was right. Kate was a communist-era kid, like me. Settled. Back then, we didn’t even know this side of things existed. It was taboo.
“Then why are you with her?”
“I’m happy with her. I respect her. I want to do what she asks.”
This mountain of a man suddenly seemed like a child.
“Stay at our place tonight. We’ll talk more.”
I knew exactly what would happen later. Kate was drunk enough—she’d sleep like a log until morning. I signaled my sweetheart to join us. He was glad to be back by my side.
“Let’s take Kate home. Both of you are staying over tonight.”
I glanced at David. My darling immediately understood what came next—though he probably didn’t realize David was the same as him. He likely expected me to send David away and focus on him.
We got home. Kate was tucked into bed. I took David’s hand and led him to the bedroom. He seemed unsure why, especially with my boyfriend present.
“Don’t be afraid. Come here. Strip.”
Then to my sweetheart: “You, come here. Strip. Now show David how well-trained you are. Kneel and take his cock in your hand. Move it, you little bastard!” I snapped.
David didn’t react, just turned his head away and shut his eyes. I stepped closer and shoved my darling’s head toward David’s cock.
“Get to work, you brat. Don’t make me wait. Stroke him properly, suck him off.”
My love knew what to do and obeyed—he didn’t want me angry.
A beautiful sight. David’s arousal became obvious. I circled him, admiring his body, a riding crop in hand. Occasionally, I dragged the crop over his back, ass, thighs, and groin.
“Enough! Get on the chair!” My darling obeyed.
I stood before David, tracing his balls and cock with the tip of the crop.
“Take it in your hand. Show me how you stroke yourself. But don’t you dare cum, got it?” I tapped his balls lightly with the crop. He obeyed, stroking a few times before I stopped him.
“Hands behind your head.” He complied.
“Have you had a Mistress before?”
“Yes… long ago.”
“Then you know how to behave?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I blindfolded David and bound his hands behind his back.
“Lie on the bed, on your back.”
I stripped off my jeans and shirt, then straddled his chest, slipping my fingers into his mouth.
“Suck.” He seemed to love it—he needed this. I played with his chest, then donned a soft glove and teased his body down to his cock. Spitting on his tip, I rubbed gently—just the head and slit. A beautiful, thick cock, slightly curved. Not an issue—I knew this shape maximized pleasure. I was already turned on.
“Ah-ah-ah, don’t cum. Not yet, you little bastard!” I raised my voice, stopped stroking, and slapped his cock lightly. I needed him all night.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m trying… you excite me.”
I let him catch his breath and turned to my sweetheart, who’d been watching from the chair.
“What about you? Do you like my new toy?” I asked, slapping his face—left, right…
“Yes, my Mistress. I do.”
I grabbed his balls, twisting and pulling. Clamps with long strings were attached to his nipples, leading to the bed. He hissed in pain.
“When I call, you’ll come and do as I say. You’ll get to play with our new friend too. But first, your Mistress tests him—how he fucks, licks, and drinks from my pussy. Understood?”
“Yes, my Mistress. As you wish.”
I lay on David’s chest, talking about his likes, past Mistresses, etc. Kissing wasn’t spared—long, passionate. My pussy clenched with arousal. I lifted myself and sat on his face.
“Open your mouth. Lick!”
He tried. He was good, though my brat could’ve taught him. Long strokes, sucking my clit—I couldn’t hold back. My juices flowed, white and thick, coating my pussy. He lapped eagerly, driving me to ecstasy. I let loose a stream of piss—he understood and drank. I was full, endless… Finally, the last drops.
“Very skilled. You’ve earned points.”
Meanwhile, my love, dripping with arousal, knelt trembling on the floor, stroking himself.
“Who said you could touch yourself, you wretch?!” I yanked the string—the clamps bit deep. He yelped, dragged forward. I tied his hands to the bedposts.
“What was that? You know what’s coming.”
I took a belt and lashed his ass five times.
“For punishment, you get the cage for a week. No mercy. Kneel and wait.”
Back to David. I tied his balls, strapped his legs up behind his head, exposing his ass. Lubed, gloved, I began—first a finger, then two. Moans filled the room. No surprise he shook like a leaf—it’d been a while. I took our largest dildo, sheathed it, and teased his hole. Slow progress, but we’d get there.
“Ahhh—” he whimpered.
“Shhh. Quiet. It’ll be good. You’ll like it with me. We’ll stretch you.” I stroked his beautiful ass. Soon, I worked him like we’d done this daily.
My sweetheart watched, sad and aroused—I’m here too, Mistress. I want it too. I knew this was his favorite toy, which was why I’d chosen it. I thrust the dildo deep, stroking his cock with my other hand. Then I pulled out, lubed my glove, and slid my entire hand inside. I waited for him to relax, then went deeper—nearly to my elbow. My fingers explored, twisting, thrusting. He moaned in pleasure-pain.
“Don’t cum! Or you’ll get lashed too!” I spanked his reddening ass, the wet slaps echoing.
I untied David, removed his blindfold.
“Kneel behind him. Fuck his ass. Hard. No mercy. Then cum inside him. Clear?”
He hesitated—still a straight virgin in this. I decided for him. A whip strike across his back. Nothing. Another. And another.
“Well? I’m not waiting all night! Start, or I won’t stop!”
I turned my sweetheart, pressing David’s face to his ass.
“Do it, you bastard!”
Under the lashes, David barely stayed upright. He thrust into my brat’s hole. Whether from disgust, submission, or pain, he obeyed—fast, rough. Beautiful. I loved it. Then his geyser of cum filled my love’s ass, dripping to the floor.
“Lick it up!” I barked at David.
More refusal. His mistake. I grabbed his neck and shoved his face into it.
“Do it!” I held him down until he licked it clean.
“Now his ass. Move.” More strikes forced David to lick my brat’s hole clean.
Done. My love got the cage as punishment.
“You know why?”
“Yes, my Mistress. I deserve it. Thank you.”
“And you?” I turned to David, slapping him. “Can’t behave?”
“Thank you, Mistress, for tonight. And for the punishment—I earned it.”
“Both of you, shower. Then sleep.”
David joined Kate in the living room—so she wouldn’t suspect anything when she woke. My sweetheart? Enough games for tonight. We curled up in bed, kissing deeply… Then I rested my head on his chest and slept until morning.